“Sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ’s ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ. I’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ Jᴇᴅɪ I sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ. I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ. Aɴᴅ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ I sʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ.”
- Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader
- Any Timeline
- Literate/Descriptive
- RTs greatly appreciated
- May the Force be with You
@ACruelCorruptor — spoke. “What is it that you really want?”, he uttered, his voice still low yet with urgency this time, posing the question and yet another test.
@ACruelCorruptor — Vader allowing her to reconsider her words—and thoughts. “Such behavior is befitting of these around us—but not of you.”, he added, his voice still low.
All of the sudden, his head snapped toward her, dark eyes peering out from the black hood, flickering yellow as he —
There was no acknowledgement to her courtesy, nay little more than hint of notice. The countless Imperials he had to deal with these days had become wearisome.
And yet…
“Why are you here?”, the Sith spoke, the question posed with a tilt of his hooded head, dark eyes upon her.
@ACruelCorruptor — even greater opportunity.
“I sense you feel you are being treated unfairly…”, he uttered, his voice low, yet steady, a statement rather than a question and spoken so only she would hear.
@ACruelCorruptor The comm. He detected the lie, and in a past life, perhaps he would have laughed. Yet gone was that man.
“Indeed.”, he acknowledged emptily, giving no indication as to approval or lack thereof.
He had intended to focus upon the lesson, yet her words had provided for an —
“The Defector.”, he uttered, making a note to inquire with the Shadow about that one, knowing rumor of their connection.
“I shall keep an eye on them all.”
@ACruelCorruptor — bidding, to serve the Empire.
He didn’t acknowledge her for several moments, noting the interaction between her and the officers.
“I sense something upon your mind, Major.”, he spoke, his voice cold and empty.
@ACruelCorruptor He sensed her long before she arrived upon the bridge, a torrential storm of emotion. If the Imperial Officers knew what was within their midst, they would have fled in terror.
And yet, the Sith found the canvas upon which to work, a storm which could be shaped to do his —
@ACruelCorruptor — face remained expressionless, dark eyes staring at the warp of space before him as he evaluated the potential weapon.
He was still measuring her, even as she was being forged. All do the sudden, he withdrew his presence immediately, leaving the woman alone, the —