DAMNIT ALL||p, Luke and Vader

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    just breathe


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    He'd been gone for a few weeks, if only he knew how much could happen in a few weeks.


    There had been a raid recently and a medic was murdered. Thankfully it wasn't one of their own but still it gave him a sinking feeling in his heart. Henry had been captured, Vader's suit and body had been fucked with and Luke was a little worse for wear. Pluto was one of the only medics left, even if he was a trainee, or so he'd been told. He had a love-hate relationship with Vader and never left for long, being pulled along like a dog on a short leash.


    The cub slammed his paw into the wall underneath his stairs, crashing through it with a loud crunch. "DAMNIT ALL!" Pluto screamed, collapsing onto the floor in a sobbing angry heap. He should have never left, he shouldn't have been to selfish! His body shook with every breath he took every scenario stuck in his head running rampant. Children had imaginations for a reason but this wasn't one of them.



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    [center][fancypost=border-width:0; width: 365px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt;]Luke had been worried about his younger brother's absence, however bigger things had begun to worry him more. He hadn't forgotten about the young lion, but he had put those worries on the back burner. The scream jolted him and immediately he was up, searching through the force. He chest tightened and he recoiled as he felt Pluto's signature, feeling the anger the cub radiated. His mind didn't let him think one thought at a time. He couldn't sit and think when his younger brother was hurting. Heaving himself up, he limped to his brother.


    He paused momentarily as he came to the scene, his chest tightening again at the sight. Through the force, he would attempt to reach for his brother before he physically approached. Their bond wasn't strong, but he did his best as he tried sending comforting thoughts to him. And as he came to him, he lifted his paw, but hesitated. It was metal, and maybe not the most comforting. Setting his paw down, he leaned forward and pressed his nose gently against Pluto's temple instead. He wouldn't say anything for now, just sit there with the child.


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    [fancypost=border-width:0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px][center]DARTH VADER

    This had been an exhausting day for Lord Vader- especially when he had turned his back to his own son. He didn't want Pluto to see him like this; the shell of mighty lion with no mane and no fur. Without his cape, it was easier to tell that Vader lacked a tail, too. When he had halfway limbed and halfway carried into the medic chalet, he had hid himself in a private room.
    Well, it wasn't really private. It was just the same room Luke had been put into and Vader put himself in the corner as if he was being punished, holding his knees to his chest. The lights on his chest were flashing frantically- his boots and gloves had been burned away in the battle, revealing the four metal limbs- the there were burnt holes in his armor, allowing the sensitive pink skin to peek out. Parts of him sparked occasionally- some flat bag on his back made strained noises and his chest box released a spark from the data ports. Vader's breathing reflected this- it was hollow and broken, as if he could barely take a full breath.


    But his mask- his mask- it was odd to feel the draft flitter on his skin, and even more surreal to take in the dull colors of the room.


    He knew he needed to be healed- but he didn't want Pluto to see his great father like this, and he did not want this to be when Pluto (and likely Luke) received a glimpse of their father's true face.


    He had removed his singed robe, using it to cover himself like a blanket. He smelt of burned leather, a stale odor of flesh, mixed with smell of iron and Bloodclan.


    Maybe he needed a mechanic right now, too.


    He didn't even talk to Luke yet. He had barely said a word since their arrival, only sat in the corner of self-pity.


    Hearing Pluto's cry, Vader sat forward, supporting himself on his knees, unable to rise. "Luke..." He said, hearing the other lion get up. His voice was faint and barely at a middle sound- his vocoder had given up, if he had to guess.


    "Bring my son to me..." Vader could not get up to do it himself- everything was sore and he was positive if he tried to get up, he'd fall and put a hole in the floor.