HEY, UH, DAD? [p]

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

    Vader had chose to remain in the same medic room as Luke. Did he tell the medics he had to be in his own cabin to sleep? No. It wasn't like the would understand why anyways. He needed his hyperbaric box for "sleeping." The best he could now, especially with Ivan's limited intelligence, was getthe bear to fetch the right objects. Like the Oxygen tank currently taking over his breathing so he could fix his filters. Vader had managed to convey that Ivan needed to grab his spare mask- which had taken the place of the broken one sitting in the corner.


    Mostly, he watched Luke sleep. Sometimes only in quick glances, but he gaze was fixated on the boy now, as if the rest of the room fell away and left him in the void with his sun.


    Okay. He's going to try something... probably stupid, but that hasn't stopped him before.


    Vader hitches the oxygen tank onto his back, slowly unfurling himself and creeping over to Luke's sleeping form. He would set the oxygen tank back down, and would lay back down near the boy's head. A few moments passed, and Vader's cold, metal arms move, [u]attempting to pull Luke's head to rest between his forelegs- like a lap, perhaps.

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0; width: 365px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt;]Luke stirred. His eyes flitted open, but only barely. They were still sore from the irritation of fire and smoke, rubbing them having made it worse. He stared up at the blur of black for a moment before shutting his eyes again. "F-father," his voice was barely a hoarse whisper. His throat was sore and he grimaced as he swallowed. His opened his eyes once more, wanting to pull away. But he failed to and laid his head back in defeat.


    //oh jeez where has my muse gone


    [color=#49E3D9][center]windclan — barbary lion — male — played by sahloknir — tags/bio

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

    Vader made a gruff sound, reaching forward with one hand- then realizing that was the one he lost, and pulling it back away. He put this arm under Luke, it was dead and essentially useless to him.


    He other arm moved, and he started running his fingers through Luke's mane. Lions groomed each other to show effect on, but Vader was unable to access his mouth, so this would be the equivalent.


    "Save your strength," he cooed, running his finger through, and getting some of the knots out.

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0; width: 365px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt;]Luke sighed, shutting his eyes again. His father's presence was surprisingly comforting in the moment, easing his tension and allowing him to relax. Expect he couldn't escape the memories of the battle which was the same reason he was even here in the first place.


    "I failed them." His face contorted as he shifted slightly, pain erupting in his leg again. "Henry and Bane, they were captured... and I should've - I should've stopped it. I should have been stronger than those hellhounds."


    [color=#49E3D9][center]windclan — barbary lion — male — played by sahloknir — tags/bio

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

    Vader made a grumbling noise, not sure where he stood on the subject, as he continued to groom the dried blood out of his mane. "Henry was being stupid in the first place. He cannot fight and he refuses to turn from his pasifism, except in battle. He is going to get himself killed." Vader sneered, pulling out a particularly big knot, then quickly resumed gentle grooming. "I can say nothing for Sane- but he is a child. Unskilled- but you, my son-" There's a looming edge to the word, and Vader finds the mantra in the back of his head. Luke is mine. Pluto is mine. Padmè is mine.... and so on. "Come from a line of Skywalkers. The most powerful lineage in a galaxy...." A pause. "Do you not have a lightsaber?"

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0; width: 365px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt;]Luke sighed. There was some truth to what Vader said about Henry, but he still couldn't agree completely. The fact that the leader could not fight was even more reason for Luke to try harder to protect him. Someone's inability to think before acting shouldn't stop him from protecting them. It was his duty, he felt. His ears flicked back at the mention of a lightsaber and he hesitated in answering. "No... I lost yours." Not that his father would care for the item itself, but it was rather embarrassing that he hadn't been able to retrieve it. "I haven't been able to construct my own."

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

    "You lost Anakin's." Vader corrected, redrawing the line where the Jedi Knight ended and the Sith Lord began. "That will the first thing we do when we have healed, then." He states- more as a command than a suggestion. "Unfortunately, you would have to ask my Master for lessons... I use a different fighting style now. I cannot help you." Vader's voice was low with this- as if it made him depressed. But it was fact. With his injuries, Vader was unable to hold the blade in his mouth. This was why he had bipedal legs and hands.


    "You could become a better combatant than me under him." He continues, his hand pausing for a moment. Luke... wouldn't fall. He would be fine. Luke wouldn't kill his own father to prove himself. No... he would be okay. "You know, I had always believed Anakin's light sabers were cursed." He said, changing the subject and resuming grooming. "He was always losing them, breaking it, having it stolen, or its user lost a limb."
    Pause.
    "Sorry."
    Woah. Woah. Stop.
    How dare he apologize? That was unsithlike!

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0; width: 365px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt;]Luke frowned, both at his father's correction and later statement that he would need to go to his master for lessons. In all honesty, he wanted nothing to do with the emperor. He didn't like the old leopard. He would much rather get help from his father, but he knew just as well that it wouldn't be of any use. He had no hands. A quiet sigh of defeat left him. He wouldn't whine about it. "Fine."


    When Vader's grooming paused, Luke had opened his eyes and he glanced up at his father. He pondered the thought of asking the sith lord what was wrong, but by time he had even made up his mind, his father moved on. He looked forward again, a quiet huff of laughter escaping as a smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. "I wouldn't be surprised if they really were cursed." Then it was his turn to pause as his father apologized. That was rare. He actually questioned if 'sorry' was even in the sith's vocabulary. He waited another moment before there was a quiet, "... it's okay."

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0; width: 365px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt;]He hadn't even thought about the color. "Well, I kind of hope it will be blue. But I'm not sure."

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

    "Red would look better on you." Vader said this in his usual dead pan, but his intention was to joke. "Mace Windu had a purple lightsaber." He says, his fingers catching on another knot. "But blue is very... standard. Green, maybe."

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0; width: 365px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt;]Luke had been about to comment that red belonged to the Sith, but he quickly realized he father hadn't been serious. Despite his inability to use any tone that would indicate what he said was a joke. "Purple?" He needed to brush up on his history of lightsabers. "Hmm, green? Maybe... green is a nice color."

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

    [b]"Yes. They were a rainbow of colors, once. Lessa's are white, mine is red.... there was purple, green, blue, yellow, orange, pink... there was the Darksaber, too."

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0; width: 365px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt;]"Oh, wow..." Luke really needed to get started on that history. "The Darksaber? There really was a black-bladed lightsaber?"

    "Yes. It was different in blade style too. It was flat, not rounded. It is unknown what happened to it. It is mingling somewhere with the Mandalorians, if I had to guess." He said, rubbing his metal fingers through the same spot, attempting the get the knot out.


    "I had forgotten how much stuff would end up in the mane." He comments, finally pulling out a bramble with the knot.

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0; width: 365px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt;]Luke would've simply nodded, but with his father trying to pull through a knot, it probably wouldn't help. "... is there any written information on it? Like something I could find a book?" he asked.


    "Yeah... it's a pain, quite literally," Luke added quietly.

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

    "You know, if everything was found in books, what would be the point of secrets?" Vader countered, his fingers filing back though his previous untangling, running through the last few and feeling a bit of.... something. He wasn't sure. It was a good emotion though, when he was able to run his unfeeling fingers though the section of the mane.


    His hand moved, starting to run through another section. "No, be proud of your mane, Luke." He states, fingers catching on a new knot. "My mother said that the mane represented power, pride. The roar was bravery and loyalty... and the tail was balance." Dangerous borders. He should never discuss his- Anakin's mother.


    Then again, look at her son. Vader managed to lose all three.

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0; width: 365px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt;]Luke frowned. "I guess you're right." Really, he just liked collecting information. As much as he could about anything that would have to do with the Force or Jedi. He had no one to teach him now, he had to find the information on his own. However, next he was smiling as Vader continued to speak. It was rare his father mentioned anything that could be remotely related to his past. "Of course." He grimaced as his father's fingers caught on another knot, but he wouldn't complain.

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

    There was a pause- his fingers still shifting to make his way through the knot.


    "Was the Lars family good to you?"