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A selective, Star Wars OC, Daughter of Darth Vader written by Hexdae. A study in how a divergence point can show different facets of a person.

Most recent Update: 5/25/2025

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🗡 ( from rey )

Qira didn't see it coming.

She should have, but she didn't.

The Sith froze as she felt the white hot blade push into her back with ease, both wounding and cauterizing the flesh at the same time. She watched the blue lightsaber exit just below her ribs, her body blooming with pain. It was not a fatal blow, not yet, but it would be serious the moment it was removed, not for the fact she would bleed, but for the fact that she had a clear hole through her body.

Qira knew who was behind her too. Rey, the Force sensitive member of the resistance, who had found her when she had slipped up and allowed her tremendous power be felt.

Her breathing hitched as she felt it slide back out, the pain returning as it made a less than clean exit, widening the hole further. She fell to her knees, struggling to breathe as her body fully registered the severity of what had just happened. Instead of collapsing, she hunched down, clasping her hands around the wound, before reaching out to her immense life force, grasping at a fraction of the power she had so she might be able to actually recover.

Rey could see the hole start to painfully knit itself together, a slow, arduous process that was using the life force she had grasped onto. For Qira, it was a temporary setback, something she could eventually recover with enough time and patience.

"Did you think a single stab might end me?" she asked, slowly looking back at Rey, her red ringed, yellow eyes piercing and full of anger. It was not an explosive anger like Kylo's however, but a tempered rage, one honed from years of self discipline.

She did not move to stand, instead focusing most of her energy on healing the wound, which was slowly but surely being repaired. It meant she was still vulnerable, however. Rey had a decision to make here. Strike down Qira Vader and rid the world of her dark presence...or spare her.

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Highkey excited to see some familiar faces returning! I just came back myself not long ago, but glad to have you guys back! For everyone else, apologies for the late replies, you know how minds can be. Fickle.

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     An appreciative nod is shared with the advisor before they depart, leaving the two to commence an itinerary that Brienne meticulously curated the week prior. A general building tour with a walking path planned to allow for the most breath of the building but the fewest steps, followed by introductions with supervisors in various branches, catered lunch, a tour of the special clearance levels on the upper floors, followed by tea for questions and feedback. 

     A small hand, dainty with its lithe fingers and pale pink acrylics, gestures for Qira to follow her steps. The automatic doors open to a grander lobby with high ceilings and probe droids roaming above, just like any other government branch office.

     “I have not been in the presence of Lord Vader to define his temperament, but patience and an open ear are very much appreciated in our department,” she politely answers after a pause, brows tensing in the wake of some uncertainty on how to address these shared traits (lest she risk speaking badly of anyone in charge).

     “Perhaps in rank, it would be Grand Moff Tarkin who is most involved in the Empire's financial matters. Have you had an opportunity to tour other government offices?”

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Qira would never report anyone if they spoke poorly about her father. To her, he was a man who had too much emotion, one who could not be an efficient leader because of it. While being prepared to take his place, she had been quickly taught to be less like him, not that she had any arguments with it. She had inherited her mother's patience, but held her father's stubborn nature, whether she liked it or not. Further still, she preferred to meet others, preferred to get to know them properly. It would foster better relationships within the Empire itself, lead to less fear and more cohesive work being done.

"I have not, but I am planning to survey and learn about the other facilities in the near future. I find that fostering relationships lead to stronger bonds forged between governmental systems."

Something about Brienne already made the woman feel more at ease than usual. In a way, she reminded her of her mother, but there was a sense of kindness that neither of her parents seemed to hold.

"Please tell me what all is done in this facility, and what role you specifically hold within it."

[vizslajetii]

@ofvxder from here

Tarre has never been the kind of man who claims to know what he does not, and he is well aware of the passage of time. A thousand years are not nothing, and he's far too aware of that.

But when the Force calls him to a place, or a person, he tends to appear.

And the smirk is not welcome.

"A valley worn by a river cannot become a plain again." He warns her. "Which is a very old metaphor, but then again I am a very old man, and I have fought the Sith those texts speak of."

The Force doesn't speak of dishonesty. It also doesn't speak of lack of interest, and he sighs.

"I studied them, in my time. And I assure you those books weren't written by the people who faced them, who felt in the Force what they were, and what they could do."

And he was all but fond of inaccurate information.

"It has never been about right or wrong. It is about what step after step can mean, when you have walked far enough."

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"Again, I've lived my own path. I walked away from that life. I would not be here now if I had continued."

Qira closed the book, setting it to the side so she could fully turn herself to look at Tarre. Sure, he understood what it was to fight the Sith, but he did not understand what it was to be one.

"And while yes, many of these books are not written by those who experienced those days, they are still an insight into how others felt about things, how they saw and interpreted them. History is not biased to one side or the other, it merely flows, much like the river you mentioned. Time creates bends and twists, but ultimately, it is still the same river in the end. I merely wish to embrace the Force in the same way."

She then stood, moving to place the book back on the shelf, which was filled with various texts from across time. Nearby was a display shelf with holocrons from both Jedi and Sith, some containing important information, others seemingly more mundane, and others still being relevant to events of the time they came from.

"Truly, you do not need to worry about me falling again. I have no intention of ever going back to the way I had been in my youth."

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Send a 🗡to stab my muse

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Starter Call

While many believed Palpatine had died at the end of the Empire, Qira knew better. She could feel his essence still permeating through the Force, slowly returning, before easily surpassing her own power. It was the perfect shield to hide behind, allowing his suffocating presence be the barrier for her as she grew herself, collecting Sith artefacts, learning how to extend her life and prolong aging. Simply put, she could operate with near secrecy as long as he lived.

The moment he died, however, her own thunderous strength immediately filled the gaping void he had left behind, allowing Force users to sense there was still a monster waiting somewhere out there. However, she was not interested in spreading the Sith message. She was only interested in knowledge and becoming even more powerful, to become stronger than her father, or even Palpatine had been.

However with such power meant others could now find her. @cinderedgrief could feel the intense, yet familiar sensation settle into the Force itself. Without a doubt, whoever this person was, they were somehow linked to Anakin.

Currently, Qira was on a desolate planet, looking for an apparent Sith Holocron that may contain some lost wisdom of the past. She thought she was alone there as she traveled, making her way to the supposed cave in which she had last heard that the item had been at.

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🐝  *  ―  𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  i don't believe you anymore.  ❜ ❛  i don't have anything left to give you.  ❜ ❛  i don't know how to forgive you.  ❜ ❛  i don't know how to stop loving you.  ❜ ❛  i don't know if i hate you or miss you.  ❜ ❛  i don't know how to act around you anymore.  ❜ ❛  i don't love you anymore.  ❜ ❛  i don't need your pity.  ❜ ❛  i don't need you to save me.  ❜ ❛  i don't recognize you anymore.  ❜ ❛  i don't think we can fix this.  ❜ ❛  i don't think i can survive losing you again.  ❜ ❛  i don't want to see you again.  ❜ ❛  i don't want your apology.  ❜ ❛  i don't want to be your second choice.  ❜ ❛  don't ask me to stay.  ❜ ❛  don't ask me to be okay with this.  ❜ ❛  don't come back to me just because you're lonely.  ❜ ❛  don't leave me here alone.  ❜ ❛  don't lie to me again.  ❜ ❛  don't love me only when it's convenient.  ❜ ❛  don't make me choose between you and myself.  ❜ ❛  don't make me hate you just so i can let you go.  ❜ ❛  don't pretend you're the only one who suffered.  ❜ ❛  don't say you love me unless you mean it.  ❜ ❛  don't tell me what to do.  ❜ ❛  don't tell me this was all for nothing.  ❜ ❛  don't touch me.  ❜ ❛  don't turn this around on me.  ❜ ❛  don't you dare hold my past against me.  ❜ ❛  you don't deserve me.  ❜ ❛  you don't get to decide when i'm done hurting.  ❜ ❛  you don't get to hurt me and call it love.  ❜ ❛  you don't get to mourn me after killing every part of me that loved you.  ❜ ❛  you don't get to rewrite what happened just because you regret it now.  ❜ ❛  you don't have to pretend you missed me.  ❜ ❛  you don't know how many times i waited for you.  ❜ ❛  you don't know what i gave up for you.  ❜ ❛  you don't understand what you did to me.  ❜ ❛  you don't understand how tired i am of being strong because of you.  ❜

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     The funding manager stands posture perfect, her small hands clasped softly at her front, a client-facing smile on her lips; a smile warmer and more inviting than one might find on the face of any in the Imperial military. The Finance Ministry is a government office, after all, and despite the starched shirts and suit ties, no one wears a uniform. Several people, including Brienne, were also trained to work with clients in other corporations prior to their tenure with the Empire. A banker she remains.

     Clear blue eyes hold her smile when looking at Qira, the young woman who seems to have quite the weight of future expectations on her shoulders. Does it make Brienne nervous? Not fully. The politics in that sector aren’t as prescient to someone so far below it. Besides, being calm and welcoming always makes the best impression.

     “Thank you for the introduction,” she tells the advisor. “And good morning, Miss Qira. I’m Brienne.” Despite being twice her age, she offers her first name for balance. “I must first apologize. My supervisor, Jev Khavate, would be more suited as an important figure, but he is otherwise occupied in the Kuat System," and deems her a much more pleasant host to shuffle off the responsibility. “I’m happy to show you around the ministry and answer any questions you might have about what we do here.”

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While Qira's eventual position would most likely end up not affecting Brienne much, she had also made it very clear she was going to meet others beneath her station. That was the biggest difference between herself and her father. She took the time to know the people she would one day rule over, so that she might foster a far healthier Empire than Vader and Palpatine currently had going for them.

A nod was given at the other's introduction back to her, before she quietly dismissed her advisor. She would take things from here.

"Please, feel free to show me around. Tell me about yourself."

In another life, she would have been merciless and cruel, and in yet another, kind and no longer calculating. But she had chosen this path in life and it reflected in her eyes, the red ringed, yellow orbs with a brilliant blue center, showing that bit of good still within, even if she had dedicated herself to the Dark Side.

"Unlike my father, you will find me much less impulsive and actually willing to listen."

[wraekage-moved]

A  grisly  path  of  death  led  her  to  this  very  point.  The  Sith  were  all  but  gone supposedly.  And  that  fear  spiraled  deep  in  her  chest.  Anakin's  sacrifice  would  have  been  for  nothing. Closing  her  eyes  while  her  ship  was  in  hyperspace,  she  heard  his  final  words  echo.  "You  were  right.  About  everything."  Violet  felt  a  single  tear  slip  down  her  cheek.  Anakin  once  was  everything  to  her.  He  was  the  only  family  she  had  until  his  children  found  her.  If  only  she  had  seen  the  signs  before  it  was  too  late.  Maybe  she  could  have  stopped  him  from  falling.  He  would  be  there  with  her,  guiding  her  still.  Now,  she  was  alone  and  still  fighting  for  her  life.  The  New  Republic  was  barely  forming.  Its  peace  could  easily  be  shattered  like  glass.  And  she  knew  Anakin's  daughter  was  trying  her  best  to  keep  the  senators  calm.  Was  another  war  inevitable?  Her  eyes  opened  as  the  console  beeped.  Bringing  the  ship  out  of  hyperdrive,  she  wished  he  were  sitting  beside  her  like  old  times. It  didn't  take  long  for  her  to  find  the  bar.  Saber  on  her  side,  she  entered  and  kept  her  hood  up.  Despite  the  whirlwind  of  sadness  haunting  her,  she  felt  calm.  Vi  stood  at  the  entrance.  She  knew  what  to  look  for.  A  black  hole  of  energy.  Luke  told  her  about  Force  suppression  and  how  it  felt.  Her  eyes  tracked  to  the  woman  sitting  alone. With  a  click  of  her  boots,  she  waltzed  up  to  the  bar  near  her  target.  Vi's  hand  lingered  on  her  saber,  ready  for  a  fight.  "Looks  like  it's  my  lucky  day.  You  can  come  quietly  or...  we  can  do  this  the  hard  way.  Up  to  you,"  she  said  as  she  leaned  on  the  bar.

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The black hole that Violet could sense was massive, far larger than most other Force users. Qira had grown drastically in power since leaving the Empire, though she was still not nearly as powerful as Palpatine had been.

Her eyes had followed the woman the moment she had stepped inside, feeling the intention, knowing why she was here. In a moment, the black hole was gone. In its place was power, honed and sharpened, not volatile like Anakin's had been when he had fallen. She was a weapon, trained to wield the Dark Side with a precision most couldn't fathom.

Those blue eyes flickered, before returning to the sign she had long since chosen her allegiance. Her sudden, true presence immediately made the bar's energy shift, most patrons only looking at the two women for a split second before running. They were not about to be caught in a battle like this.

Violet could feel the familiarity within the other, however, and it was undeniable. There was part of Anakin within her, her blood singing with the telltale sign of a Skywalker, even if she had never used the name in the first place.

Slowly, Qira stood, allowing the other to see her twin sabers resting on her hips, but she did not reach for them. In fact, she did not threaten her, despite the Force exuding from her.

"Why do you feel like him?"

It was an honest question. She had felt the same bond within the other, the reality that the Force they both wielded were tied to one other person. Her father.

"Who are you?"

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@moonoflego Continuing from here.

Qira's presence was much like Anakin's, commanding, but there was a second layer that had not come from him, but her own mother. It was a regality, a poise Anakin never quite grasped as someone from Tatooine, it suited the girl well. With the way she carried herself, it was clear why they had been preparing her for succeeding the otherwise volatile Darth Vader. At times he was too unpredictable, too willing to sink into his emotions and be reckless because of it. Qira, on the other hand, seemed to embrace her emotions and hone them like a blade. It was clear to her that this was her father's original lover, the partner he had long since thought dead. Her mother had been a tactical move set up by Palpatine, her birth a contingency plan if Luke or Leia refused to join them. In a way, she had always been a tool. Yet the way the leader of the Rebellion looked at her, she did not feel like a weapon or a hidden secret. She felt exposed.

It was why she had spoken up, why her features had hardened into a mask she wore well. Inside, she felt the burning frustration of being looked at like she was just another version of her father, rather than her own person. There were moments she wondered what would have happened if she had left the night she had felt her vexations ready to boil over, or even what would have happened if she had lost her temper at her father.

Those paths were not the ones she took, however. She had chosen to stay, chosen to obey...chosen to stay the weapon she had been made to be since her birth.

"I am my own person, I'd prefer not to be compared to him alone."

Her voice was cool despite the clear emotions swirling in her eyes. It was obvious she been trained to stay calm but embrace the emotions within, to let them drive her power, but not have her make the same impulsive mistakes as her father had.

"And don't pity me either. I do not need wasted emotions from someone who thinks she knows me based on looks alone."

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God of War (2018) Starter Sentences

Do not concern yourself with what might be. Focus on what is and be vigilant.

Anger can be a weapon if you control it.

I am always serious.

I guess you never really get over losing the ones you care about.

You think I’m weak because I’m not like you.

Even good leaders make poor choices. The best take responsibility for them.

It feels good to be strong.

It is a delicate balance. Expect the worst. Assume nothing. And always anticipate an attack.

Do not mistake my silence for lack of grief.

I just want to know the truth from now on. I don’t care if it hurts me or not.

This path you walk… vengeance. You will no peace.

You’re gonna get me all weepy.

I am your monster no longer.

You will always be a monster.

We really should expect that sort of response at this point...

Do NOT call me that.

Well, that's a sight no man should ever see. Thanks for that.

Keep your expectations low and you'll never be disappointed.

Close your heart to their desperation. Close your heart to their suffering. Do not allow yourself to feel for them. They will not feel for you.

This is why no one likes you.

Haven't you been teaching me to kill?

Nobody cared about him anyways. What's the difference?

Why... why do you even care? You could have.. walked away.

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"You’re walking a fine line."

Tension Liners

Qira had been getting used to the fact that @vizslajetii had suddenly appeared before her as a Force ghost. As a collector of artefacts, Qira had recently stumbled upon some information about the Darksaber. It had quietly piqued her interest, but she was sure she had no use for it. Somehow it had attracted the ghost of man who had created it, and he had seemingly decided to stick around.

He did not approve of the fact she embraced both sides of the Force, and often chided her for doing so, just like he was now. The former Sith looked up from the book she was reading - specifically about the former Sith empire from the days of the Old Republic and some of the ways they used the Force - and she couldn't help but smirk slightly.

"It isn't about right or wrong. It's about allowing yourself emotions while staying in control. And besides, this is just history, Tarre. I've already lived through being a Sith, I don't feel any need to return to it now."

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Starter Call

Qira had left before the Empire fell, to become her own Sith, to not be under her father's shadow for the rest of her life. When it did fall, she could only smirk in response. She had been right to see it as weak, that they had strayed from the true Sith ways. It only fueled her to continue finding artefacts of Sith origin, to learn as much as she could.

One of the things she learned was how to halt her aging, to give herself more life. It came at what most would see as a caveat. She would have to take the life from others, draining and killing them, in order to keep herself youthful. To her, it was a necessary sacrifice, but she had gotten sloppy as of recent. A string of deaths followed in her wake, and they showed a pattern. Said pattern was enough for @wraekage to hunt her down, unbeknownst to her.

Currently, Qira was sitting at a local bar, looking for her next target. The drunk were always the easiest to persuade. She used her own Force to suppress her otherwise immense power, allowing her to also shift her eyes to their original blue so they weren't so obvious. It took a good amount of her focus to keep it up, so when she wasn't looking at the patrons walking in, she was staring down into her half consumed cup of hard liquor, letting it ground her and keep herself from letting it all go into the open.

She was an open target for the incoming bounty hunter.

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Starter Call

The last place Qira thought she'd be was in an office building. She had been brought here by one of her advisors, who knew as she continued her training to one day take over her father's place, she would need to have connections to people in high places. The man led the young Sith to a fairly large office within the building itself, knocking gently before entering inside once he was told he was allowed to enter. He gave a gentle bow to @prvtocol sitting inside, and motioned for Qira to enter.

The girl's presence was much like her father's, strong and powerful, though less refined as she was still learning. However she seemed to hold an air about her that felt far more noble and contained than Vader. She had been taught well by her mother.

"Ms. Guyot, I have the pleasure to introduce you to Lord Vader's daughter, Qira. We figured if she is to one day take over her father's place, she might as well meet some of the important figures that help fund the Empire."

Qira did not speak yet, instead she watched the banker with quiet interest, observing her, as if to try and glean just what all the woman was about by just looks alone.

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"05. pacing the room with heavy steps." from the prompt list!

-- @ladystarkillers

Non-Verbal Actions

Qira watched the prisoner as she angrily paced the length of her cell within the ship known as Supremacy, the base of the First Order. While she was not yet in leadership of the entire faction, she was quickly rising through the ranks because of who she was. The third child of Lord Vader, the only true successor to the fallen Empire, and a woman of immense power.

Still, there were things she chose to do that many others wouldn't, such as learning about the other officers and crew, taking turns on shifts most disliked, and that just so happened to be what she was doing now. Instead of one of the grunts keeping guard, there stood the Sith, though Cerelle could see she was not yet fully turned. Her red ringed yellow eyes still had a blue center, almost as if to say part of her still did not want this life, that she did not want to be the heir. But, she had chosen this path, and it was nearing her full turn to the Dark Side as progress continued.

She did not speak for now, only watching, observing, as if to try and figure the other woman out.

Simply put, it was quite unnerving.

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qira sounds so cool like hello?? i love her already!

-- @ladystarkillers

Tysm! I always quietly worry people will judge because she's a fanmade kid of Anakin/Vader, in reality I love her to pieces and try to make her interesting enough so she's not just about being tied to the Skywalkers alone!