NEVER BE TURNED [o, VADER: ATTACKED!]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=black; border: 3px solid black; border-bottom: 3px double black; height: 100px; background: url(https://feralfront.com/index.p…301.0;attach=406432;image); background-size: 100%; background-position: center;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1c1c1c; border: 3px solid black; border-bottom: none; border-left: 3px solid black; border-right: 3px solid black; height: 18px;][fancypost bgcolor= #151515; border: none; width: 400px; height: 20px; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; margin-top: -8px; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: bell mt;]YOU WILL DIE![/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1c1c1c; border: none; width: 500px; height: 200px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; border: 3px solid black; border-bottom: none; border-top: none;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 500px; height: 200px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=1c1c1c; border: none; width: 500px; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: verdana]Oh, how easy it had been to mask Lord Vader's senses. To disturb his meditation. To switch the cards and create fear in his apprentice's heart. To find Luke. To find Navi. To find Padmè. To watch as he attached himself to people, to children, and watch how these relationships slowly remolded his apprentice. Now, Vader was attaching himself to an albino wolf pup. Vader was reading. Vader was changing.


    He had noted, watching Vader protect the Windclanner, Padme Amidala, noting how he pined for her lion form, and the way he would look at Cosmicknight. As if, Padme was Daisy, Cos was Tom, and Vader was Jay Gatsby.
    And it was time for the Emperor to shoot him.


    All and all, this would cause him to wonder why he let Lessa Ren Solo live. Why Vader would let a Jedi live, especially one so weak, a lamp that could be blown out with a wave of the paw. Lessa was weak. Vader, was becoming soft. His apprentice had been so restrained, his apprentice, free, and now he had fully misused his luxury.


    The Emperor seemed so frail. He walked slowly, back slightly hunched, deliberate in step. He's not taking action because he wants to- he's taking action because he has to. His hood is pulled over, shrouding all but the tip of his nose and bringing out his sulfuric, acid eyes. They stare at each and every detail, with a touch of serenity, but as if it will light on fire with his stare. He walked right over the border now, unlike he had in other clans. No, this could not be beat around the bush. He was going right to the source. Right to the camp. Did they truly think an old man was much of a threat, anyhow? The Exilers were certainly fooled, and so was Shadowclan. Everything is going as he had foreseen.


    The cloaked leopard stood at the entrance of the camp, letting himself in, waving the weak-minded guards away with his words and a gesture, and rose his head in the slight, taking in the camp. No, he would not say anything. Not yet.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= black; border: none; width: 496px; height: 0px; font-size: 5pt; line-height: 2px; text-align: center; color: #0B0B3B; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase;]TEMPLATE ©BOKEH | BEWARE OF HIDDEN SCROLLIE | #BOKEHFANCY[/fancypost]

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    THE WORST IS YET TO COME[/fancypost]
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    She wasn't entirely sure what was going on or who this person was or for the fact that they easily gotten into camp. She was sure they weren't a joiner or a visitor since they usually waited by a border, and she couldn't assume they were an enemy since they were doing nothing at this moment. "U-Um, who a-are you and what are y-you doing in W-Windclan?" she asked, a clear distance away from the stranger. Littlepaw didn't exactly trust him since he had straight up appeared out of no where.


    'telepathy' ' thinking'

    info — updated 12/04


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    [size=6pt]☪ Endeavor

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;line-height:1.5]#8F75C3 for speaking
    The little wolf pup didn't exactly know all of the members in her new home, so spotting a stranger in the middle of camp wasn't odd for her. But as she trotted over, Victorianpup noticed how stiffly Littlepaw was addressing the male and halted, her brow furrowing slightly. "What's going on?" inquired the three moon old quietly, pulling her golden gaze up at the Windclan apprentice.
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    tags (updated 12/5)

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; text-align: justify; width: 320px;]Caroline protectively set herself in front of Littlepaw and Victorianpup. Smoke weaved around her for a few spare seconds before her orange eyes came into view - hackles risen. A low, grumbling sound hissed it's way into the back of the vixens throat, and she found herself resisting the urge to downright attack. With an inaudible sigh she roots her paws to the ground, glaring heated daggers at the unfamiliar face.


    "Who are you?"


    [abbr=Always smells like flowers and herbs. Characters able to to see auras might be temporarily blinded due to her odd, broken radiance. When viewed, her aura is best described as the emptiness of space, or a vast tar pit in which a person can see their own reflection. (None of this is powerplayed by me, this is just here to give players more interaction with Caroline.)][✿][/abbr] [abbr=Glitch, woman of thorns, the end and beginning, the darkness][basic info][/abbr] [opinions] [abbr=Main: Fox -- serval, deer others unknown and undiscovered.][bodies][/abbr] [abbr=Usually sweet and friendly, overbearing at times, talks too much or too little. - all free powers, few discovered - nothing 'offensive' this character says or does reflects the thoughts of the roleplayer][notes][/abbr] [abbr=Characters able to sense auras may get overwhelmed by her presence. Symptoms include blinding migraines and numbness to the mouth and\or tongue. Most common is nosebleeds, headaches, and chest pain. (None of this is powerplayed by me, this is just here to give players more interaction with Caroline.)][sup][✿]

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    [align=center][spoiler=info - updated 11/28][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; text-align: justify; width: 420px;][font=trebuchet ms]BASICS:
    ✿. Caroline [nn. Caro]
    ✿. 16 Moons Physically | Older than creation mentally
    ✿. cis. ♀ | heterosexual
    — also known as; isabelle, amara


    RECENT EVENTS:
    ✿. Suffering from schizoaffective disorder.
    ✿. Powers will lash out when provoked or agitated, have a chance of hurting the person that provoked her.


    ALLEGIANCE INFO:
    ✿. WindClan Member [current]
    — formerly. RiverClan Medic, RadicalClan Medic, WindClan Apprentice


    APPEARANCE:
    ✿. Gaunt black masked fox with faded spotting and a pink tinted body. ref
    — Wears a silver link necklace with a glowing blue pendant.
    — Will offensively wield either a sharpened donkey's jaw fashioned as a blade or a steel dagger inscribed with runes.
    — Sometimes seen with a wicker basket she uses to carry herbs.


    PERSONA: [=] [=] [=] [=]
    ✿. ISFJ-T
    — blunt - boorish - sarcastic - impulsive
    — humble - affable - observant - meticulous


    NOTABLE POWERS:
    ✿. all known powers
    ✿. elemental powers [87%]
    — water [====-]
    — earth [===--]
    — fire [====-]
    — air [=====]
    — ice [===--]
    — lightning [=====]
    ✿. soundwave \ light&dark \ & molecule manip. [100%]
    — soundwave manip [=====]
    — molecule manip [=====]
    — light&dark manip [=====]
    ✿. teleportation ☑ ☑ ☑
    ✿. conjuration ☑ ☑ ☑
    ✿. telekinesis ☑ ☑ ☑


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ✿. taken, dating Samuel
    — former mates include; .....
    ✿. Caleb Norwood x Discord | G2
    ✿. mother to Nymph, Oriander, Lavender & Patchworkpup x
    ✿. mentor to no one


    INTERACTION:
    ✿. attack in bold grey
    — ask permission for capture, killing, and injuring
    — legendary mentally | hard physically
    — allowed to powerplay peaceful & nonviolent interactions
    — will not start fights, will finish fights
    — will respond to provocation with defense
    — call 'pinky' at your own peril

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px; font-family: helvetica; font-size:11px; color:white; text-align:justify;]Jekyll didn't look very happy to see a strange old man just walking about in camp. Besides, Hyde didn't seem to like him either which was a bit concerning. Ever since the beginning, Hyde had been able to see things around other people that Jekyll couldn't. It was part of the reason that, at first, he hadn't though Hyde was a problem at all. He had been helping Jekyll, after all. Of course, obviously his assunption about Hyde's goodness had been entirely wrong and that was why he was in the situation he was. If he didn't have Hyde, he would have never died at his wedding and he certainly wouldn't have ever come here. He now slowly made his way towards he stranger. Not only because he was rather cautious but also because, after stabbing himself in the leg, he had acquired a sort of limp with the amount of bandages he had to put on it. He looked towards the two children with a light frown. "I think you two should go. Littlepaw, if you'd like to stay and help me you may," While he hadn't directly said what he thought would happen, much was implied. If he needed Littlepaw's help, after all, that insinuated that someone was going to get hurt.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Given the results of Cytus colliding with Windclan's territory, and the carnage which had followed, he had bandages coiled around his remaining, biological fore-limb, also, indicating that perhaps he wouldn't be in his best of conditions, currently. However, he could still manage. Therefore, the collie would weave his way over, drawing to a halt briefly between the Windclanners, and the cloaked individual, whom hadn't yet spoken a single word. His aureate-hues would narrow, in a studious manner, eventually shifting towards the obscured silhouette. The others had resounded with enough questioning, asking the other for their name and their business, and Cherviltea would await for them to sport a response. There was something.. off, about them, however. They were frail, almost as if they were a moving husk of what they had once been.. And yet, the collie found himself wary, greatly suspicious of the man moving before them.


    TAGS 07/12/2016

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][font=arial]▸had dean never met the horsemen before he would have waved the frail leopard off as nothing. the guy looked like he had one foot deep into the grave, you'd think he couldn't do anything but dean happened to be unfortunate enough to know better. creepy old guys weren't as harmless as they looked. coming up besides caroline, the massive wolfdog would lock his own gaze on the apparent trespasser with his hackles slightly raised. the guy hadn't said a single word since they appeared. usually, that did not mean good things.
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    info — updated 11/29

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    Wheatley was quiet for once, making their way over with wide glowing blue optics, noticing the tension around all their other clanmates. Understandably so since this person looked rather intimidating. Was it good to judge someone on first arrival? No. But if the feline android could believe or sense in sort of things like "aura", they'd defiantly feel bad aura around this particular individual. They couldn't keep themselves away now. They where curious and they where going to sit in the back of the crowd to see what happened.
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    info — updated 12/01

    It was strange how his clan mates acted around this strange old man. He looked like a strong gust of wind would knock him over. He seemed so old that he could suffer from a heart attack any second. The cheetah padded over, confused by the somewhat hostile actions some of his clanmates had shown. Vin had met many nasty people before and this guy was far from anything he had seen. Although with the hood and all, he didn't seem to be like anyone's friendly gandpa either. The cheetah did have to admit this old man was odd. Vin took a seat, ut he tried to stay out of the way and not crowd the poor old man.
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    He was their master- the ruler of it all and they would bow to him. Not today, but someday. His thousand year empire would reign once more. But someone would bow to him today. "Where is Lord Vader?" His voice was old and creaking, like it was stepping on an ancient wood floor and about to break it. Vader was hiding from him.... "I expect him avoid testing my patience." The figure would say, straightening up. He pressed a paw into the dirt, feeling in beneath him. "He knows better..."


    Vader, surely, could not avoid, could not ignore his presence- it was omnipresent and looming, suffocating and laid on top of your chest. "Surely, he is not hiding..." The Emperor would comment, looking towards one of the cabins. His eyes glanced over them, settling on one towards the end, with the boarded up windows and the 'Keep Out' signs, enlisting danger and connecting tubes to a machine that sat outside. "That one... Can someone fetch him for me? I have travelled far to find him, and I am very tired." The Old Man.


    His eyes would travel over the Windclanners again, settling on the albino pup. That one. That was Vader's next attachment. And he would take advantage of it. His hood was directed at Victorianpup, a slight edge falling into his tone. Power, the lull of the Force and a mind trick. "Little pup... Can you come here? I would like to see your jewelry..."
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    Henry Jekyll
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    The longer Jekyll stayed here, the heavier his chest began to feel. It felt like when Hyde was about to take control except he knew this wasn't what was happening because if that had been the case, he would have also been experiencing terrible pains. While he was in pain due to his leg, shoulder, and just poor health in general, he was not experiencing the hellish pain that came with his transformations. Listening as he talked about Vader, Jekyll's eyes seemed to darken. He sounded so controlling. Even if he didn't particularly like Vader, he knew a thing or two about being stuck under the control of someone else and he certainly didn't like the idea of anyone else having to experience something so awful. "Why do you need to see Vader?" Jekyll asked, although his voice seemed to shake slightly. Henry had never been a very brave or confidant man and that certainly hadn't changed with the introduction of Hyde. Hearing his own tone, he cursed himself. While he despised Hyde, there were certainly times he wished he had least had even a pinch of the fearlessness his other half held so easily.


    When the old man's gaze went to Victorianpup, he felt his heart speed up. Even if he didn't know the child well, he cared quite a bit for children and the only thought in his mind as he watched the old man was what he would do if this was his daughter. Shouldn't he protect all children the same as he would his own? However, even when the words came to his mind he could hardly bring himself to produce them as he tried to step between the child and this stranger. His expression was one of fearful determination. "Stay... You stay away from her," He managed, although now his voice shook even more than it had before. He certainly wasn't the most intimidating person here, after all. He did have a gunshot wound in his shoulder and a heavy limp after stabbing himself in the leg so the probability he would even stand a chance in a physical fight was out of the question and mentally he was rather... unstable and that was putting it mildly.


    tags - updated 12/8


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    The little child blinked her golden optics in confusion as several adults had clustered in front of both her and Littlepaw, her brow furrowing slightly as she heard Jekyll's remark for her to leave. But she didn't understand; why was everyone acting so strange? Did they not know him? Victorianpup inched forward, peeking her head through the wall of adults, hiding slightly behind both Caroline and Dean. The albino-furred wolf's ears twitched upwards as the male begun to ask about Vader and she squeezed her petite frame past her clanmates, inquiring curiously, "Are you friends with Vader?" He had to be, right? Otherwise... why would he be asking?


    Her pointed ears flattened against her skull as the stranger gave his full attention to her; she felt a bit... squeamish underneath his sharp gaze. But then words began to spill from his maw, the letters seeping strangely into her mind and locking in place there with an odd sense of security. Jekyll's voice sounded out behind her, though he sounded terribly far off and very slow, as if his voice had to pass through molasses before reaching her. "Wha-" Victorianpup's head tilted slightly to the right as she half-turned her head towards the male Windclanner, a confused glaze settling in her golden optics. It'd be okay, right? The petite wolf pup took a step towards the stranger, his words echoing around her skull like weird lulling whispers.
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    tags (updated 12/5)

    He started to feel rather uncomfortable, he too felt a weight on his chest and it was rather disturbing. This old man didn't seem so weak anymore. There was something in his voice, something in his eyes that spoke of a power much greater, a power he hadn't expected from someone so fragile.


    Vindicate stood up and put himself beside Henry, he hadn't liked the way this old man had looked at Littlepaw and the way he had looked at Victorianpup was equally as disturbing. "You asked for Vader, you have no business with her." Vin said with narrowed eyes, his trust for the old man was gone. He didn't mind what he did to Vader, but he'd rather he not touch the girl. His gaze then went down to Victorianpup, she seemed to be in a trance or something. Perhaps he curiosity simply got the better of her. His hackles were raised now and he watched the emperor closely, making sure he didn't hurt the girl.
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    Vader. Vader was that large, scary individual that looked like he wore a shell over his body of some sort. Perhaps robotic? Wheatley was an android themselves, and they had known a plenty of super intelligent robots back at the lab he'd been created in; most of them very powerful and scary as well. Perhaps Vader was a robot, he'd concluded. And this fellow. Well... they had no idea what to make of them. He certainly didn't seem to restrain how frightening he presented himself to this clan. And then Wheatley spoke, their words coming out in a large burst like a breaking dam, having strained too long to not speak. "Well, heh, I am afraid Vader is well... not here at the moment. Oh. Of course. Of course. thats an obvious answer. But! Good news! There's an easy solution, I am sure one of us could find Vader for you, and you can make your business him." and hopefully don't harm or bother the rest of us they added as a side thought in their head, smiling nervously as they looked around them.
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    info — updated 12/01

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Victorianpup, don't." Cherviltea would resound, fictional brows furrowed. He wasn't sure as to what was lulling her forwards, but she seemed to proceed with a singular step. He tensed, fictional brows knitting in a contemplative expression, aureate orbs remaining fixed to the Emperor, and yet, shifting briefly between his obscured frame and the child, nevertheless. Were the gap between them to close, then he'd have to reach out, and grab Victorianpup before the Emperor managed to try anything. In some ways, he couldn't quite imagine anyone being crass enough to attempt such a stunt, and yet, he wouldn't put it past a stranger whom he didn't happen to know.


    "Does this have something to do with the First Order? Or.." The canine paused, contemplating whatever he knew of moments prior to then. "Or, does this go back before then..?" Cherviltea recalled of what Vader had told him, in the past, though the death of Vader's wife and unborn children hadn't been at the fault of the Emperor - instead, by someone else. And yet.. This individual seemed to convince him that they knew far more about Vader, than what the average individual would manage to collect from the First Order. He was convinced that this one.. knew Vader.. That perhaps, this was the one whom they had been speaking of.. Whom had been depicted by the cards which Vader had been invested in reading.


    TAGS 07/12/2016

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; text-align: justify; width: 320px;]Caroline felt a sudden, motherly emotion spark in her chest. She wreathed herself between this masked figure and Victorianpup. Her hackles rose, desperate honey oculars focusing on the scene before her as she firmly set her paws down and attempted to block the pup with her bulk. Of course, Caro's body was more or less best described as ribbons. Ribbons of woven black silk, tinted white and pink that made up her muscles and her attitude. How delicately she turned her head, and how her lips curled to reveal sharp incisors.


    "Leave the child out of this." The dark entity warned, eyes narrowing.


    [abbr=Always smells like flowers and herbs. Characters able to to see auras might be temporarily blinded due to her odd, broken radiance. When viewed, her aura is best described as the emptiness of space, or a vast tar pit in which a person can see their own reflection. (None of this is powerplayed by me, this is just here to give players more interaction with Caroline.)][✿][/abbr] [abbr=Glitch, woman of thorns, the end and beginning, the darkness][basic info][/abbr] [opinions] [abbr=Main: Fox -- serval, deer others unknown and undiscovered.][bodies][/abbr] [abbr=Usually sweet and friendly, overbearing at times, talks too much or too little. - all free powers, few discovered - nothing 'offensive' this character says or does reflects the thoughts of the roleplayer][notes][/abbr] [abbr=Characters able to sense auras may get overwhelmed by her presence. Symptoms include blinding migraines and numbness to the mouth and\or tongue. Most common is nosebleeds, headaches, and chest pain. (None of this is powerplayed by me, this is just here to give players more interaction with Caroline.)][sup][✿]

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    [align=center][spoiler=info - updated 11/28][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; text-align: justify; width: 420px;][font=trebuchet ms]BASICS:
    ✿. Caroline [nn. Caro]
    ✿. 16 Moons Physically | Older than creation mentally
    ✿. cis. ♀ | heterosexual
    — also known as; isabelle, amara


    RECENT EVENTS:
    ✿. Suffering from schizoaffective disorder.
    ✿. Powers will lash out when provoked or agitated, have a chance of hurting the person that provoked her.


    ALLEGIANCE INFO:
    ✿. WindClan Member [current]
    — formerly. RiverClan Medic, RadicalClan Medic, WindClan Apprentice


    APPEARANCE:
    ✿. Gaunt black masked fox with faded spotting and a pink tinted body. ref
    — Wears a silver link necklace with a glowing blue pendant.
    — Will offensively wield either a sharpened donkey's jaw fashioned as a blade or a steel dagger inscribed with runes.
    — Sometimes seen with a wicker basket she uses to carry herbs.


    PERSONA: [=] [=] [=] [=]
    ✿. ISFJ-T
    — blunt - boorish - sarcastic - impulsive
    — humble - affable - observant - meticulous


    NOTABLE POWERS:
    ✿. all known powers
    ✿. elemental powers [87%]
    — water [====-]
    — earth [===--]
    — fire [====-]
    — air [=====]
    — ice [===--]
    — lightning [=====]
    ✿. soundwave \ light&dark \ & molecule manip. [100%]
    — soundwave manip [=====]
    — molecule manip [=====]
    — light&dark manip [=====]
    ✿. teleportation ☑ ☑ ☑
    ✿. conjuration ☑ ☑ ☑
    ✿. telekinesis ☑ ☑ ☑


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ✿. taken, dating Samuel
    — former mates include; .....
    ✿. Caleb Norwood x Discord | G2
    ✿. mother to Nymph, Oriander, Lavender & Patchworkpup x
    ✿. mentor to no one


    INTERACTION:
    ✿. attack in bold grey
    — ask permission for capture, killing, and injuring
    — legendary mentally | hard physically
    — allowed to powerplay peaceful & nonviolent interactions
    — will not start fights, will finish fights
    — will respond to provocation with defense
    — call 'pinky' at your own peril

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    She gave a small nod of her head towards Henry, as much as this guy gave her the creeps, she'd rather stay in case something happened. She looked from the old man to the adults that seemed to stand in front of her and the pup but returned to watch the stranger. Of course her reaction to seeing the guy staring at her, was for her ears to go back and her to feel even smaller then she already was. It didn't help much she had gave everyone else the same look. Lit was worried then even more then she already was, when the guy called for Victorianpup. "Victorianpup, don't go towards him" she would warn the pup, it was confusing why the guy seemed interesting in the kid anyways.


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    Kate arrived on the scene with a serious look on her face once she overheard the others warning Victorianpup to be more safe. The rabbit had focused all her energy, and suddenly anyone looking her way would be able to see her shapeshifting into her muscular white tigress form. She knew she was no match for this beast, but there was no way she was going to be a defenseless little rabbit around someone who could harm her or had interest in doing something with one of their members. She wasn't going to let anyone here get hurt. Kate sat amongst her peers, standing protectively beside Cherviltea, her silver gaze locked on The Emperor.
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    [ ... ] LESSA REN SOLO.

    [hr]Cold, she felt cold. Frowning, the little Jedi trotted forward, ears flicking back. She wished the moment she arrived that she had ignored the commotion, chills racing up and down her spine. Who is he? Anxiously she bit her lip, visible eye flashing from the old man to Victorianpup. "Don't," she whispered, voice shaking, calling upon the force to enforce her plea's desperation, Something was wrong. She did not trust this old stranger's voice. He used the same trick she could. She did not like it, did not like using it, and did not like feeling it.


    "Wh.. What do you... Want with.. Vader?" Lessa lifted her chin an inch, shoulders squaring although her heart fluttered with fear. He was not the first to demand Vader's presence, but he was different from the last ones who had. Not a good different either. Lavi, please come here. Quick.


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