#vadershope

HE'S QUIET as he studies the young man , his chest aching a little . obi - wan had told him , told him not to tell either of them . attachments , he'd warned , with a look that made bail know the man was thinking of anakin . but it was hard , here , now , to see both of them together , and not think of their parents , of who these children could have been together .

He leans forward, squinting as he adjusts the telescope situated at the center of the small observatory he'd had set up for himself. A GIFT from his sisters for managing to graduate with his degree. It's a nice little god send when push came to shove.

AFTER A SECOND a small grin comes to his features as he glances up at the slowly night-fell sky before speaking softly to himself.

through her gentle eyes, he seemed to be so very focused on whatever it was that he was making that her apparently unexpected attendance just might have slipped past his usually 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 radar. for a couple of breaths she stood by the doorway, eyeing luke who might've momentarily forgotten the passage time completely — from behind his shoulder line she could spot various tools for precise tinkering lying on a desk, as well as a coil of thin wire, or perhaps sewing thread. quiet steps brought padmé next to a closed metal crate and she sat down on top of it, resting her hands down in her lap, welcoming a content yet concerned smile. it felt good to see her son practicing some handiwork, hopefully finding peace in doing little things rather than focusing on the weight of the surrounding galaxy. soon she cleared her voice, ❝ what is it that you're fashioning, dear ? ❞

OWEN WOULD most certainly kill him for this . likely will kill him when he gets luke back home . but it's hardly HIS fault the boy is all the way out here . perhaps owen should be the one getting a dressing down .

the    handle    of    the    shopping    basket    is    slick    with    sweat    as    he    feels    the    temperature    rising    in    the    middle    of    the    frozen    foods    aisle.    there    is    absolutely    no    explaining    that    one.    nor    the    fact    he    has    been    here    nearly    two    hours    now    *&    not    a    single    thing    in    his    basket.    honestly,    every    single    time    chad    goes    home    from    this    place    empty    handed    he    feels    like    slapping    himself    silly;    could    he    be    any    more    𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂    ?*    it's    as    if    the    ability    to    speak    has    been    snatched    from    his    very    being.    that    alone    is    enough    to    cause    visible    signs    of    distress.

lips    curl    into    a    nervous    sneer    as    he    watches    the    blonde    object    of    his    pitiful    near    teenage    desire,    walk    away    seemingly    without    a    care.    chad    doesn't    like    it    when    he    can't    get    the    last    word    in.   𝐀𝐍𝐗𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘  𝐁𝐄  𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐄𝐃    !    he    was    not    going    to    let    the    sales    clerk    take    that    right    away    from    him.    no    sir.    determination    etched    on    his    features    he    caries    shaking    legs    to    the    cosmetics    section.

eyes    squint    into    slits,    borrows    furrowing    in    anger.    when    backed    into    a    corner    chad    would    answer    with    his    number    one    defense,    𝑩𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯    !    it    usually    got    the    message    across    *&    avoided    the    awkwardness.    ❛❛     who    said    i    wanted    to    talk    to    you    ?*    going    around    and    assuming    shit    makes    an    ass    out    of    me    and    you  !    ❜❜    the    whole    point    of    stalking    the    other    man    around    the    grocery    mart    was    to    avoid    conversing    with    him.    now    that    shit    was    all    blown    out    of    the    water    *&    chad    was   like    a    deer    in    headlights.    in    general,    men    intimidated    him.    men    he    found    cute ?*    there    was    no    questions    asked    on    how    articulate    it    could    be.    for    someone    who    has    such    a    way    with    words,    right    now    he    finds    none    other    than    a    perhaps    unearned    snap    from    a    poke    to    the    grizzly    that    lurked    underneath.     

@vadershope cont.

He had betrayed them all.

The knights of ren had attacked the jedi temple and slaughtered everyone here, under his command as well, they did not come here without knowledge, and understanding, without preparation as well, he had given it all to them, he was there master, he has been there master now for some time, as they would obey and follow, the tests, the demands, everything from his master.

Another test.

To prove himself, as he sacked the temple and slaughtered everything in his path, as he fought against students, those he once called his friends and family and murdered them, growing stronger in the dark side of the force, but there was one here, despite taking damage, despite some fighting back, he would still crush them, all as his knights, would gun down anyone trying to escape.

“Luke Skywalker …” He growled, spatters of life plastered the crevices of his black iron face as torn flesh quivered against its metallic intruder. Even with the mask, the change of name, his appearance, the force within him, his uncle knew it was him, the mask, his mask, his legacy, he prides himself on it now, he has become it, he has become, a new Vader at long last and was following in his footsteps and crimes.

The mask, a legacy to his grandfather, it was all there was and all there could ever be.

@vadershope

@vadershope said:

well, this has been a fun day. ( marshal )

A pause comes as he looks up from the charts he'd been studying for the last hour or so. Usually when major celestial events were going to happen, he liked to make sure he had himself fully prepped for them, but after a second his focus is broken by Luke speaking to him.

He glances up, a small grin on his face as he nods in response. He'd been studying with him for a few weeks now and he seemed just as excited as the very first day. ACTUAL passion like that was something of a rarity these days, so Marshal was more than happy to see it.

"Well I'm glad––I think with this event tonight we're in for a real treat. A lot of times these sorts of happenings are stretched out by decades or more, so you're lucky."

A gesture up toward the opened roof of the observatory, dusk quickly overtaking the waning daylight to make way for the evening.