Vader’s heart beat loudly in his chest. The blasted suit displayed a warning on the inside of his helmet about it. He ignored it. The ride on the turbolift was too familiar. Brought back too many memories of another time and another life. Luckily, the lift soon stopped and the doors opened. His heart ached as he saw the painfully familiar apartment. It hadn’t changed much in the years since he had last been here. The Nubian art still hung on the walls. The same vase, but with fresh flowers, still sat in the same spot. The--
He noticed the first discrepancy. It caused his breathing to hitch. It was a toy. A spaceship painted in bright red and yellow. It sat discarded in the hall. He walked over to it and picked it up. It was clearly not based on any established ship design. It was too fat and rounded to be a proper flight-worthy vessel. Had it be designed only as a toy?
His thoughts were soon interrupted as he heard shuffling steps approaching. He looked up to a gold protocol droid walking over.
“Oh, excuse me,” the droid said. “I am See-Threepio, human-cyborg relations. Are you . . . the nanny from the services?”
“Yes,” Vader said. His voice was deep, much deeper than his real voice, thanks to the vocoder in his mask.
There was a pause. A hesitation.
“There must have been some kind of mix-up. Mistress Padme requested no droids. I will--”
“I am not a droid,” Vader interrupted.
“Oh. Do forgive me! You just look . . .”
Vader said nothing. He was tempted to raise his hand and curl his hand into a fist and crush this droid, his own droid, with the Force.
“You may cross-reference my files with the agency,” Vader said instead. “I am highly qualified,” he lied. He had hacked into the nanny service’s databank and created his own profile. “I realize my appearance is unconventional, but considering the first twelve conventional nannies have not worked out for Senator Amidala, it was time to try something . . . new.”
If a droid could show relief, Threepio would have shown it.
“I shall give you files a look, Mr. Vader,” the droid said. “And I suppose we can consider today a trial for any long-term placement. We are in need of a nanny right now. Senator Amidala has already left for the Senate, called away on an emergency meeting.”
The droid turned and started to walk down the hallway. Vader followed behind. He was led into a sitting room he wasn’t too familiar with. It looked to be serving as a playroom now. Toys were scattered everywhere. There was a small low table with two small chairs. Flimsi papers were littered about it with colorful scribbles and drawings on it. And sitting on the floor in the center of the room were two children.
The little boy had blond hair and played with two spaceships. The little girl with brown hair sat next to him brushing the hair of a toy doll. It was . . . It was the first time seeing his own children in person. He had seen holos. A few paparazzi shots the media, official shots published once a year, and a few he had received from hiring his own spies. But here they were right before him.
They were beautiful. They looked Padme! They looked like him! They were so small and precious and wonderful. They were perfect. Tears stung at his eyes. He couldn’t believe he was finally meeting his children.
“Who is that?”
Luke. It had been Luke who had looked up and asked. His little finger pointed at Vader.
“Master Luke. Master Leia,” Threepio said. “This is your new nanny.”
Both children had stopped playing. They stood up, walked over to Vader, and looked at him curiously.
“Are you a droid?” Leia asked. There was a bit of a swagger in her voice. A hint of an attitude.
“No,” he said.
“You look like a droid,” she said.
“You can hear his breathing!” Luke added. “Droids don’t breathe!”
Leia tilted her head as the two listened to two rounds of his respirator.
“What’s your name?” Luke asked.
“Vader,” he said.
It was true. It was his name. The name Sidious had granted him when he fell to his knees and pledged himself to the Sith. A name that now only he knew with Sidious’ death. He couldn’t use Anakin. That name no longer had any meaning to him, plus it was now tarnished. No longer was he Anakin Skywalker hailed as the hero of the Republic. He was marked as a traitor, a fugitive, a terrorist. A Sith.
“You sound funny,” Leia said. “You sound like a droid.”
She walked over and pinched his leg. His lower leg. His lower prosthetic metal leg. She gasped.
“You are a droid! That breathing is fake!”
“My leg is fake. I am not, young one.”
She pursed her lips and glared up at him.
“Why do you have a metal leg?” Luke asked.
Anger flared inside of Vader. What was he to say to his own children? That the man he considered his brother, the man who had raised him, who had stolen his wife and children away from him, had sliced them off?
“It was cut off,” Vader said.
“Does it hurt?” Luke asked.
He walked up and hugged his leg, and Vader became completely still. His son . . . His son! Was hugging him! Luke gave his leg a quick kiss before hopping back with a huge smile on his face.
“All better!” he said.
“All better!” Leia repeated.
“Th-- Thank you, little ones.”
“Is that metal too?” Leia asked pointing to his hand.
“They are all metal,” he said.
“Why?”
“They were also cut off,” he growled.
“Why?”
He clenched his teeth together and his hands curled into fists. He did not wish to discuss this as it only angered him. He was here to enjoy his children. Who knew how long this charade would last.
“Because . . .” he said. The twins looked at him expectantly. He didn’t move his head, but his eyes looked wildly around. What could he say to appease their curiosity? What would someone use a metal hand for? “It’s so I can crush things.”
Would you be willing to do Anakin/padme for your Valentine's prompts? :D
“I can’t believe you punched me. And on our anniversary.”
Padme bites her lip in sympathy, looking apologetic as her husband settles a frozen bantha steak on his eye. “I didn’t know it was you. The Trade Federation is trying to kill me again. Still. I was being cautious.”
Anakin sighs heavily and grins. “Well, it’s hard to fault you for that. Could I at least get a kiss for my trouble?”
for the info from your book, could you do Nov 28 (me) and april 16 (a friend of mine) ?
aw april 16 is my bff’s bday
november 25-december 2 is The Week of Independence, and april 11-18 is The Week of The Pioneer! ur a sagittarius I and they’re an aries III, and the label for ur relationship is Enthusiasm Enough. ur relationship’s strengths are that it’s youthful, enthusiastic, and honorable. its weaknesses are that it’s unrealistic, jealous, and spendthrift. ur signs work best as friends and worst when married.
GENERAL: a recurring theme for y’all is an enthusiastic youthfulness that brings joy and easy interaction. it’s characterized by quick-wittedness and a great ability to interact— in fact timing is always impeccable in this matchup. the key to this relationship is mutual self respect and fair play. ur likely to become (or did become) fast friends who stick by each other thru thick and thin.
unlike aries III’s, sag I’s have little need for company on a daily basis. perfectly capable of living alone for long periods, they will rarely jump into a marriage or into a permanent living situation w a lover. this combo isn’t likely for marriage.
ADVICE: overenthusiasm can be dangerous. try to be realistic, and don’t wear blinders. beware of competition in love. don’t neglect money matters.
Oo!! Can you tell me the astrology stuff for November 28th ?
november 28 is The Day of The Lone Wolf! ur a sagittarius whose strengths are that ur profound, natural, and emotionally sensitive. ur weaknesses are that ur contradictory, confused, and dogmatic.
GENERAL: u gotta pursue ur own course. ur a living paradox, a complex individual with a unique combo of aggression and sensitivity. ur ideology is extremely important to u but can change in a bewildering fashion, leading thru a maze of irony and seriousness. it may be difficult to determine whether ur conservative or radical, right or left, an upholder of the social order or an anarchic rebel. ultimately those terms have little meaning to u tho. u appear as a physical type to others but the primary thrust of ur day is mental, even intellectual. ur often found arguing ur case. ur a self taught thinker and school is/was an annoyance or an imprisonment for u.
u enjoy pointed humor, and u use wit and irony as weapons against ur opponents and also as a means to clarify and give shape to ur own views. more often tho, u give an impression of forthright seriousness. emotionally ur usually caught up in ur own shit. romantic relationships may surface frequently, but u have a lot of difficulties w stability in that area. ur friendships however are usually rock solid and meaningful. u can be a most generous person and often the most selfish. ur nature is more understood by animals or small children.
the greatest problem for u is coming to understand urself and being able to straighten out ur complex and paradoxical personality. usually it’s seething emotions that keep u from viewing urself in a more objective light. u use ur work as an escape from what seems an excessive self-involvement.
HEALTH: u need the peace of a secure home. contact w nature is important to u so u might have a lot of plants or pets. eat some goddamn veggies. drugs and alcohol should be uhhhh viewed w a wary eye. beware of bronchial difficulties. don’t smoke.
ADVICE: find outlets for your physical energies. try to understand yourself better. apply the same standards to your own ideas as you do to those of others. straighten out your life by first arranging an internal order.
TIME AND DATE: May 9, 2015 7:30pm (Saskatchewan Time)
AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 8 (Really. I got to bed at 9:30pm and get up at 5:30am)
LAST THING I GOOGLED: ‘wachowskis’ I was looking up their first names. Something to do with Jupiter Ascending, I think.
NICKNAME(S): Star, Estrela, Estrellita
BIRTHDAY: January 31, 1979
GENDER: Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
HEIGHT: 5′6″ (or so - I haven’t measured in years)
FAVORITE COLOR: Forest green, deep purple, burnt orange, turquoise
ONE PLACE THAT MAKES ME HAPPY: Anywhere with my husband (yes, it’s cheesy, but it’s true)
HOW MANY BLANKETS DO I SLEEP UNDER: Depends on the season. In summer, none; just a sheet. In winter, 2 or 3. In fall and spring, 1.
WHAT AM I WEARING RIGHT NOW: Track pants and a red t-shirt. It’s Saturday, and I was cleaning the house and playing with kids. Usually, I dress much nicer than this. lol
LAST BOOK I’VE READ: The Phantom of the Post Office. It was annoying b/c the message seemed to be that technology is bad. Before that, I read Insurgent, and it was very good.
FAVORITE BEVERAGE: Ginger ale? Or coffee.
FAVORITE FOOD: Rice. It’s so versatile.
LAST MOVIE I WATCHED IN THEATERS: Age of Ultron.
DREAM VACATION: The British Isles.
DREAM WEDDING: I already had it. When I married my husband. It was a dream wedding because I love him so much. lol
DREAM PET: Cat.
DREAM JOB: Writer.
TAG PEOPLE I WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER: Anyone who wants to do it.
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I’ve been half way through season eight for a couple years now just so I can say it’s not over yet. :’(
O h, oh man. (I'm sorry if I spoiled it then! D:) But also,, let me just say it was one of the best finales I have EVER seen. I cried but oh, oh it is so good.
Is there any song that you’ve always liked, and probably always will (if so, what is it)? I've like Shoot Out the Lights by Ron Pope since I discovered it. I will probably always like it.
What’s your favorite quote? Probably anything from the Ink Trilogy, or this one from Doctor Who, "The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice-versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant." Eleven (taken from IMDB) I love that episode. I have so many more quotes, but I'm really feeling this one right now
What animal do you think you’re most like? A cat. Totally a cat.
If you were a fictional character, who would you want to be? This is a hard one... probably someone's right hand man. Maybe Rose. Or Meggie from Inkheart.
What did you want to be when you were really little? A doctor
What’s on your perfect pizza? Green peppers, onions, cheese, maybe chicken.
How much money would it cost someone to make you eat bugs? Depends on the bug, but maybe fifty bucks.
If you could be one age forever, what would it be? 26.
Is there any question that you hate answering? You don't like potatoes?! NO I DON'T. I have never liked them. And will never like them. Another one is, I didn't know you were left handed.
What’s your favorite video game (even if you’ve only played it a few times)? Pokemon, third generation, for gameboy advance. OR mario, the original.
When was the first time (that you can remember) you got stung by a bee? I was stung by a wasp. Does that count? I have never been stung by a bee.
My questions:
What is a hobby of yours you wish you could turn into a living?
What is the worst way to die?
If you could move, all expenses paid, and didnt have to worry about money or food or anything while getting settled in, where would you move to?
How do you want to be remembered by society?
Which is your least favorite wiggle?
Do you regret getting a tumblr?
If you could only meet one celebrity in your whole entire life who would it be and why?
If you could listen to only one band/singer for the rest of your life who would it be?
How do you like your tea?
What would you tell your 14 year old self?
What is your favorite and least favorite date out of the 365 that we have?
