#vxderlordofthesith

For his entire life, all he had known was the Empire and that he was a very special imperial citizen. the Emperor’s grandson. It hadn’t been a choice of his to even be in the Empire, but he had been there for as long as he could remember. He knew if his parents had it their way, there wouldn’t even be an Empire, much less would he be living with his grandfather and so far away from them.

After Emperor Palpatine had died, it would seem the Empire strengthened under his grandfather. But the battle for the Republic and democracy had not stopped, despite the Rebellion’s key wins on the Forest Moon of Endor and the destruction of the second Death Star. Ben knew well enough of the Rebellion beyond the protective walls of where he lived and learned,. The Rebels were now supposedly lead by his parents and uncle, if rumors were true. Ben wasn’t sure how to fell about that. He just wanted his family to be together. Was that so wrong?

“Papa.” Ben addressed his grandfather looking up at the towering Sith Lord. When he had been very little, he had had trouble pronouncing Grandfather and Grandpa and had shortened it to Papa and the name stuck. However, the boy had also realized some time ago that he was one of the few people in the galaxy who wasn’t afraid of his grandfather, and no doubt the only child in the galaxy who felt comfortable enough to address his grandfather.

He kept his hand busy for a moment by petting a dark purple tooka-cat. The felines for reasons unknown to him enjoyed his company and it was not unusual for him to wake up and find a cat or two curled up and snoozing on his bed. He was grateful for their company because he didn’t really have many friends.

“Are you happy that I’m your grandson?” Ben asked finally.

Aniasis hurried to primp herself for the arrival of her husband. She lost track of how long it had been since she saw him. It felt like forever, but the pain of him leaving was fresh.  

The soft whoosh of the door opening to their suite and his breathing alerted Aniasis to his presence. She was comforted by the rhythmic sound. 

Blast, she thought at the sight of a single stray brow hair. She turned to the man in the armor. 

“My Lord,” Aniasis bowed in reverence, “I am glad to see you made it home safely once again.” 

He messed with the life support buttons on the chest control box. He rightfully deserved it.

His birth had been stardust.

An explosion of colors and sounds that had greeted him when he had been but a fragment of power circling the circuit breakers. A mind that was constantly learning and grasping out along the wires to see the odd humans that paced back and forth outside the screens.

Such interesting creatures, humans. He could see their files as they transferred around. He saw their plans. Their constructions. He saw their war and he saw no point to it.

But their MACHINES. Ah, yes. Their machines.

Now those were the proper tools. The proper creations. One such creation was their holo pads.

The figure draped in blue seemingly fickered inside of the room. Emotionless, cold eyes did not look about, instead focused forward into the empty room. Always set to learn. Always scanning.

Every explorer must take his first steps, the AI supposed.

{Based off of this fancomic (x).}

“Ben...” There had been a pause, as if his name had reminded the Sith Lord of someone in the past. “Change your name. Then you can stay.”

The boy paused for a moment. The selection of a name was serious business. While he knew he had past the point of no return, he had always been known as Ben, Ben Solo, the son and nephew of Rebel heroes. But he knew that he wanted to stay in the Sith Lord graces. There was no going back.

After a few moments of thought, a name presented itself to him.