We all want to be SOMEBODY                                  We just need a TASTE of who we are

                      We all want to be SOMEBODY                                  We just need a TASTE of who we are

                      We all want to be SOMEBODY                                  We just need a TASTE of who we are

                   We all want to be SOMEBODY                                          we just need a TASTE of who we are                

Character development time! Give me some interesting questions about my character and I will answer.

You were the chosen one! It was said that you would destroy the Sith, not join them! You were to bring balance to the Force, not leaving it in darkness!

░▒▓ ◈ ┈ Sith Lord

               The boy’s fear was as palpable as Vader’s rage. The blaster bolt ricocheted off of Vader’s lightsaber, leaving a black scar on the wall. The weapon was dropped, and before the boy could think to grab the blaster again, Vader summoned it to him, tossing it away like it was garbage. The shadow studied the boy for a moment, as if trying to find Padme somewhere inside of him, but all he could see with blond hair and blue eyes was Anakin.

                  His son. Vader turned the lightsaber off as he had no intention of killing Luke. He could already sense Luke’s potential in the Force, and Vader, for once, was grateful he had decided to come alone. Kenobi would have to wait for now. He would come again for the old man in due time. He would train the boy first.

                  As if just thinking the name would summon him, Kenobi was nearby. Vader could sense it. Without much warning, he grabbed Luke by the arm to drag him out of the compound to the speeder bike he had taken from Mos Eisley where his shuttle was waiting. He knew that Kenobi would try to get the boy back, and when that happened, Vader would be waiting.

                  Perhaps another time Kenobi.

         He only had eyes for the weapon, and then the blade went out. He scrambled to his feet, trying and failing to calm his heart beat. Uncle Owen had said he needed to be a man, he needed to learn how to be strong. Luke had never been the type to run away from danger, and so the lesson wasn’t one he needed, but this was the kind of fear he had never felt before. The figure’s anger was almost a literal thing in the air between them. It felt suffocating in its darkness and Luke wanted to hide from it. 

        He didn’t expect the hand to reach out and grab him. The grip was bruising, but Luke struggled against the pain. It did nothing. The stranger was stronger than anyone he had ever known, stronger than Tank, the biggest of the boys in the area, stronger than Uncle Owen. He felt tears come unbidden to his eyes as stumbled forward after the man. 

                   “W-Where are you... t-taking me?” his voice came out high-pitched and tremulous, nothing like he had meant it. 

       Luke wanted to be brave, wanted to face whatever frightening thing that lay ahead the way he always had. He almost wished Biggs were around, but then maybe he would have ended up like Owen and Beru. The tears fell now, for there beyond the homestead was a speeder bike, and wherever it lead it would be far from here. He only hoped someone would notice something was wrong, and maybe they would come find him. It was the strongest feeling, projecting from him in vain.

Luke’s wardrobe choices are worrying me a little. Black robes are never a good sign.

░▒▓ ◈ ┈ Sith Lord

               Tatooine. If he had his way, he would have the Death Star obliterate this planet the moment it was complete. He was here for something that could not be ignored. Word had reached him of a man named Kenobi living here. It had to be him, Vader’s old Jedi master. Only when he arrived, his vendetta was momentarily diverted when a familiar name reached him.

                  Skywalker.

                  Cold fury turned his veins to ice as he marched through the Lars homestead. His stepbrother was the first to try and stop him and fall to his lightsaber. His wife was next, barely a scream for Luke to run before she too succumbed to his red blade. If Kenobi had sensed his arrival, he would be too late to save any of them.

                  Now before him stood a young boy with strikingly familiar features. Something reverberated through his core. A light once thought dead tried to revive itself, but was instantly crushed. He would not allow himself the weakness of seeing this boy as his son, though he was.

                  “Luke…” The name felt so natural on his tongue, only knowing it after hearing Beru call after him.

         There had been no warning. The dark clad figure was just like a sandstorm; violent and sudden taking everything with its harsh winds. The boy could not comprehend what was happening. He saw his uncle fall first, as he scrambled to seek out a hiding spot with Beru’s guidance, only for her to fall as well. Their light went out before his very eyes, any sign that they had been animated beings gone for good. Luke stared, blue eyes as vast as the oceans he had yet to see. His feet stumbled backwards, seeking refuge from the blood red saber he thought was ready to sink into his own flesh and he felt fear rushing through his bloodstream.

         The blaster was too big for his hands, but he found it where his uncle had dropped it. Luke held it out, remembering the scant number of lessons he had been given. He remembered the man’s words--use it to protect yourself, and those around you from that which meant to do you harm. This black figure with its haunting, destructive, aura had already wrecked his home. Luke could do nothing for them now, but hold the fort. The homestead was quiet in the wake of Darth Vader’s appearance, save for the sound of raspy breathing and Luke’s racing heartbeat. 

         The name reached his ear in that distorted baritone and he squeezed his eyes shut. His index finger did the same, pulling back on the blaster’s trigger, and firing a single shot. Thin arms rebounded as he fell in a heap, the weapon scattering from his grip. He thought for sure death had come, and he would reside right beside his caretakers in the plot next to his grandmother.

Mark Hamill + long hair

There are few things in this world more beautiful.