#11-4d

first off, plagueis, i think sidious was originally next to him but it must have turned out terribly so i tore him out lmao. what are those eyes. and my horrendous spelling, but in my defense, until friday i only ever had the audiobook version (i now have the novel and am annotating it for fun?) btw the audiobook slays??? the voices are so good!

yippee! 11-4D! honestly this gets a solid 10/10 i have no idea what 4D looks like but for my 2019 art this is very good!! also i swear 11-4D is referred to with it/he pronouns!! so cool :)) my guy has more personality than all those 'other muuns' that just follow plagueis and hill around lmao

plagueis is so cool here! yeah ik he's killing someone idc he's my favourite guy. fun fact i had a crush on him at the same time these drawings were made (and you can see when the drawings were bc i actually put the date on this one!). also what the hell is that veruna monstrosity. ew.

palpatine!! look at his ugly-ly drawn face, and tell me he's not a natural born schemer. i love him so much now. dude i didn't do him justice :(( but yeah he's so cool!!

but here!! here i did him more justice!! yeah yeah he's got the typical anime emo over-eye shadow but look at him and tell me he's not about to murder his entire family and call a guy he barely knows for help. yeah? you can't. i even quite like the hair ngl!!

and last, but certainly not least, larsh hill!! HE'S SO UGLY WHAT?? ehmm anyway, apparently 2019 me didn't dismiss him as irrelevant, like i did until recently, and drew him <33 i love him now btw, plagueis' partner in crime, or just partner?? or father figure??? don't they kinda co parent san?? huh?? anyways im about 100 pages into annotating my copy of plagueis and so far only 3 people have called hego 'hego' - his parents, and larsh (twice!!). thats gotta mean something man...

ermm now i've gotta do some proper fanart so people don't doubt my artistic abilities. I'll probably redraw some of these and redesign characters, now that i have the time to do it!!

The fallen, but miraculously still alive Kylo Ren reeled in the shock of the defeat and attempted to stand up, unsuccessfully. He sucked in a breath and drew on the power of the dark side to rise to his feet. Concentrating only on the rage and humiliation he felt at his own weakness, he pushed back the pain in the broken bones and headed for his ship. He limped forward, cradling the injured arm to his chest. Thankfully, he was cut by a lightsaber, so he didn't have to worry about bleeding out before getting to safety.

He climbed the ramp of the ship painfully slowly. Looking down from the exertion, he noticed the cauterized stump in place where his hand ought to be and the violent bout of nausea assaulted his senses. In a haze, he didn't remember staggering into the medbay or the mechanical voice of the droid that administered a sedative to him.

When Kylo Ren woke up, everything was too bright and his right side felt too heavy.

“My sensors pick up a change in your breathing pattern and an elevated heartbeat. You're awake, Master Ren.”

“Too much light,” Ren rasped out.

The light dimmed to an acceptable level and he opened his eyes, blinking. A med droid was stationed at his side. An older model, gifted to him by Supreme Leader Snoke as a reward for some previous success. Ren hadn't had much use for it before, but that was also before he was battling the Jedi on a semi-regular basis.

“OneOne-...TwoBee?” he struggled in recalling the droid's designation.

“OneOne-FourDee, Master Ren,” the droid corrected. “Do you remember what happened to you?”

“Yes. I fought the Jedi, she cut off my arm and escaped, I got back here,” he recounted shortly. He was sure he didn't suffer any memory loss.

“Excellent,” the droid replied before asking more specific questions of medical nature.

Kylo Ren wasn't listening. Instead he was inspecting his right arm, or rather – the metallic, gleaming prosthetic hand attached to him. He willed it to clench into a fist, but it didn't respond.

“It's not working,” he muttered. “Why isn't it working?” he asked the droid.

“This prosthetic hasn't been calibrated yet. It's only a temporary fix until a synth-flesh version is available.”

Which could mean five days at best and a few weeks at worst. He'd flown far from the First Order-controlled territory into the remote arm of the galaxy, where the Jedi hid. The ship took a beating too. This was no time to be sitting around. He had to get back to his allies.

“Make it work. Now.” Ren held out the mechanical hand to the droid.

“Of course, Master Ren.”

He watched the process of calibration with fascination, repulsed by the unnaturalness of it though also conscious of the possibility that one time he could find use for such a knowledge. The prosthetic was just a stand-in, it might fail him anytime. So Kylo Ren paid attention to what the droid was doing.

“My grandfather had prosthetics for all his limbs. Count Dooku cut off his hand in the battle of Geonosis and Obi-Wan Kenobi cut off his other hand and both legs on Mustafar,” Ren recalled. In a way, he relished the connection this loss gave him to his ancestor, feeling closer to him through the shared experience.

“You are quite correct, Master Ren. I possess the records of tending to injuries Darth Vader sustained on Mustafar in my memory banks,” OneOne-FourDee said.

Kylo Ren jerked up, gawking at the droid.