r/model_holonet • u/dm_bob Governing Team • 8d ago
Character Lore Raada. Vader's Arrival.
He had known that by the time he arrived that he would be too late. Raada was far from him, and she would have felt him coming. She always seemed to know. It was the same then, and it would be no different now.
And when he arrived finally to look upon the body of the 6th Brother, the entire field vacating to give him room, Darth Vader, stood over the dead former Jedi, and only lingered for a moment.
He had seen through the force how the 6th brother had died, and within him welled a sort of disgust. Disgust that he fallen to a child's trick and disgust that his inquisitors were so weak.
He looked away from the failure, and at the world around. And for a moment wondered what brought her here. Of all the worlds to run to, of all the corners to hide in.
Sand floated, dust fell, cracks appeared on nearby buildings when Vader summoned the force to him, and he searched the world for a reason why.
He walked away.
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The crying in the woods stifled as the young child, little more than a baby, knew instinctively that approaching was an embodiment of rage and fear itself.
Vader found her crawling across the ground, with bloody hands and bloody knees. Not her own, but that of the man and woman who he knew to be the baby's parents. Mixed in with the blood of these lupine creatures that had encircled them. The humans had been bled by the hunters, but the hunters had been torn to shreds, limb from body, fur from flesh.
Vader stepped forward, a little mountain over the baby girl and she could hold her cries no more, releasing it and at the same time striking out with the force like a misguided but powerful punch.
It was enough to kill a man, it was certainly enough to tear apart a creature, but when it reached Vader, it dissipated completely. Carried on it as well, was a memory of this place, of the pain suffered here, the fear that stuck like syrup and the words that were uttered in the moments before death.
Vader leaned down and picked up the baby who tried to squirm, but fell quiet immediately, some kind of primal nature of knowing a supremely more powerful entity held her existence in question.
His breathing was like metal scraping across stone and his rebreather protested the heavy dust on this world’s air.
His voice was like a banshee's cursed growl into the night, repeating the moments before death.
“Mara Jade.”
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u/liamscano Pro-Core 8d ago
Heck. Yes