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    <p><woltlab-metacode data-name="center" data-attributes="">[fancypost=border-width:0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px][center]<span style="color: black"><strong>DARTH VADER</strong></span><br></woltlab-metacode><br>// plot needed to move forward</p>
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    <p>He clutched onto Luke and Atticus as they dragged him into the chalet- but mostly Luke. Atticus was just the extra muscle. He could barely lift himself- his armor was heavy on him and he fell onto his back when they let him down.</p>
    <p>Freedom. Freedom was at his fingertips- he could finally be free of his suit. Free of this pain. Free... only in death, would he be truely free...</p>
    <p><strong>"Luke...."</strong> His hand opened up, unable to lift his arm to grab the boy. <strong>"Luke, don't let him come back..."</strong> He said, his hand searching for the comfort of Luke's paw.</p>
    <p>He is considering what will become of him- would they let him become one with the Force? Or shall he descend to nothingness?</p>
    <p>He is quiet then, his breathing rattling behind his mask, shoulders swaying back and forth. He would die, here.</p>
    <p>Somehow, he was content with that. All the same, however, he had to consider the latter half- his wife. His cubs. Could he abandon them? Or should he do the right thing and face his actions, so that he could be their father?</p>
    <p>He didn't know. He decides, he shall leave it to the Force. If he dies, then he dies and shall be free. If he does not, then he shall guide them. <em>And be a slave to your suit for as long as you live.</em></p>
    <p><strong>"Luke....."</strong></p>

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    THIS TIME I'LL BE BULLETPROOF


    Elliot had no place here - she wasn't the closest to Vader. That was a lie, for her at least. She considered him a respected figure - hell, even someone she looked up to. He was an ass half of the time, but... but she liked him. She couldn't explain why, they just got on.


    The three legged wolf stumbled after Luke, Atticus and Vader, prepared to fight her corner for why she was there. Shaking slightly as she took in the full extent of the lion's injuries, Elliot let out a miniature gasp. She looked around for anything - water, cobwebs, a stick. Anything for the pain the dude must have been going through.


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    To be quite frank, Atticus wasn't paying attention to anything Vader was saying.
    Listen, he knew the guy was dying - he had seen many dying guys before, that was kind of someting that came along with being a war medic, the thing was he did not care. Not about Vader, not at all. He was forced into this ordeal and he couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing.


    If he wasn't present to aid Vader, he probably would have died and although the thought sounded impulsively ideal it was morally awful. The moose said nothing, he simply stared up at the sky and sighed. Oh the lord above must have been so ashamed of him now, how could he love this excuse of a man anymore? He was a real shame upon God's name now.
    He wasn't himself.


    Hearing the rattle in vader's voice Atticus stopped to lower his head, tilting his rack against the medic chalet to push the door open and enter in order to get the dark lord in shelter. He didn't know where to start with treating this guy, not because he hated him but... because the man was an android.
    How could a doctor heal and android?
    He was no technician.
    Turning to look, the moose huffed out bitterly towards the other skywalker.
    "Lower him gently into the bed."
    The doctor instructed as he pointed his muzzle over to an old mattress in the corner of the cottage as his mind searched the area for things to possibly use in order to attempt to aid Vader.
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    I have my father's eyes | 4/28

    I have my father's eyes | 4/28



    Of course, Padmè was there. The worried wife had followed closely behind, emotional at the thought of losing him again. "Vader.... no, Anakin." She would whisper, right by his side. She was unsure what would happen if he survived this, but she knew they just had to get him through this. He needed to survive.

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0; width: 365px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt;]Luke could've left his father and took care of himself, but he didn't. He wasn't reluctant to help. He never was. Especially now, after his father risked himself in defeating the Emperor. He wanted to be happy that the panther was gone, that his father saved him. Yet, he couldn't when his father was dying right in front of him. With a shaky breath, he would nod slightly to acknowledge Atticus before looking down at the mask of his father. He pressed his paw against the cyborg's reaching hand. "He won't... I won't let him."


    He looked away, at the box on Vader's chest, and then around him. What did he need for this? His thoughts were jumbled and he shut his eyes momentarily. He needed to think. Quickly. Circuits, for one thing. Tools, and not to mention other medical attention. He couldn't use force healing, he was exhausted and he knew it wasn't strong enough. Not yet. He opened his eyes and looked toward his mother, then to Elliot. "Can you help?"

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

    "Don't.... ever let him come back. Do that for me..." There was an edge of fear in there- as if he could not believe the Emperor was truely dead. Vader heard his backpack crunch under the weight of his armor, and used what little energy he had to pull himself onto his side. His cape laid under him like a blanket- and part of the backpack was exposed, peaking out from under his talbard.


    His single hand squeezed Luke's paw, then let him go. The boy would need it. There were so many things going wrong- the distant smell of reopened wounds beneath his undersuit, of burned skin and smoking electronics. Warning lights flashed on his belt and chest frantically- and his backpack made a strained whirring, nearly covered by the wheezing. Weak eyes stared at the lions behind his mask, the image still filtered over in red by Vader's lenses. His chest moves irrationally as he wheezes- squinting at the image of his son.


    He acknowledges the idea of his death, again. He notes how Elliot and Atticus are there, and decides, if he shall die, then who cares if they were there? He resigns himself, laying his head on the mattress. If Luke still wants to save him, there was an emergency oxygen mask hooked into the filtration system on his back. Luke would just have to fix the backpack first, he knows.


    It's up the Force. You do you, now. So he decides to speak again, wheezing between breathes. "Luke.... let me see them..." His son. His wife. The fruition of his wrongdoing. The hand. Padmè's broken heart. The cubs. "With my own eyes..."


    Padmè sucks in a deep breath, shakily. The lioness turns away for a moment, unable to watch her husband struggle for breaths. After all that has happened to the couple throughout the years, this was just another bump in the road that was their life. Surely he wouldn't leave her alone with the cubs, he knew what happened when a male lion died. "You'll die without your mask." She choked out, glancing over at him with tearful eyes. Her cheeks were stained, she couldn't even try to put on a strong front. Her ears were folded back as well, for she was scared of what was to come if Vader, no, Anakin, took off his mask.

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    THIS TIME I'LL BE BULLETPROOF


    The kid gulped before turning to Luke at his request. She nodded and stumbled forwards, eager to help. She grabbed some tools, urgently trying to picture what they would do. Of course, she had worked with some of them when mending her ship, but they were often of a bigger scale and Elliot was trying to work out how to hold them in her paw properly.


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

    "I may die.... either way." He responds, his sides slowly rising and falling. If he did- then at least he would remember Padme as she was.

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0; width: 365px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt;]Luke was reluctant. He glanced toward his mother and back to his father's mask. "No. I won't let you die." He stepped over him, brushing gently against his mother before turning and pulling a tool from Elliot with the force. He would set to work on the backpack first, then. He motioned Elliot slightly closer as he did.


    //no idea what im doing
    the struggles of your character having skills that you do not

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

    "Luke!" His voice strained, as it tried to scold the boy. Vader shrugged off the back, watching Luke open the zipper to reveal the emergency mask and the system. A piece that looked like it was supposed to spin was still, with its own flashing warning light. Too much movement jostled Vader's connection to the system, so he tried to be still.


    The system looked over complicated- but it functioned simply. Vader breathed air in, it went through the filter on his back, went into his lungs, and the air went out the vents on his belt. With the filter failing to power anyway, Vader was getting dirty air. A portion of the pack was a power supply of some kind- and above those, at the top, and separating the two halves, was a mask with connected oxygen tank. His ears lay down in frustration, and he weakly opens his hand again, as if he was going to reach out.
    "Luke, please," he said, slowly moving his head to look at the boy. "Let me see my family," he wheezed, "With my own eyes."

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0; width: 365px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt;]Luke ignored him the first time, his paw carefully moving over the components as he assessed the damage and worked out how to fix it in his mind. He paused as his father said his name again, ears flickering before relaxing as he glanced toward his father's mask again. "... okay." It would be okay, he told himself. There was the oxygen tank and mask. He hesitated at first, unsure of his decision. What was there to expect under the mask? With a small sigh, he used the force to un-clip the helmet's pieces, pulling off the top part first. Then he slowly pulled the second part away, the mask itself. He felt bad as he nearly flinched at the sight of his father's burned and scarred face.


    He set the piece down gently beside him, quickly turning away to bring the oxygen tank forward.

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    Anakin weakly lifted his head as the helmet came off, unaware of his body shaking from the strain as the mask depressurized, pulling the needles out of his skin and hissing air. His eyes were squeezed shut from the sudden light, resigning to lay his head down and his lips pulling back in pain when his sensitive skin touched the old mattress.


    Vader's skin was a puzzle- furless, exposing the vulnerable skin belowz it was scarred- stretching in some spots, but rough and bubbled in others. It held all sorts of textures- but it was pale, leftovers from the lack of sunlight. It took a few moments for his breathing to settle and for him to relax- but eventually, blue eyes opened to look upon the face of his son.


    You made that. Anakin thinks, dully. He's so good. He's just.... so good. Luke could have put the stars in the sky.


    His eyes flick forward, and he's almost unaware of the wetness that wells up in them, staring at the back of his wife. "Padmè..."

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    THIS TIME I'LL BE BULLETPROOF


    She didn't exactly know what she'd expected Vader to look like, but it was not that. He looked like an overcooked potato... but she felt bad for him. How could he live like that?


    Deciding it wasn't her place to comment, Elliot reached forwards towards the backpack that Luke had started to work on and unscrewed the smashed cover to reveal the intricate workings inside. She recognised some of the parts from her time spent in the medical bay on the base, but... this was technical. The filtration system was obviously quite powerful, but a large claw mark had split it.


    "Do we have a bacta tank? A stasis pod?" she asked weakly, knowing full well that they probably didn't.


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    Padmè would turn to her husband again, still crying. She gasped as she saw those cerulean blue eyes, the ones she had fallen in love with all those years ago. "Anakin, my Ani. What have you gotten yourself into this time?" She asked, a small smile on her face. She was ignoring Elliot for now, as she was focusing on this little moment with Anakin. She got closer to him, making sure she wasn't in the way. "You have to fight, you have to live! For our cubs, for me."

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0; width: 365px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt;]Luke watched his parents for a moment, feeling tears well in his own eyes. He quickly blinked them away and turned back to the task at hand. His gaze barely lifted toward Elliot before he stared back at the backpack, picking the tool he had before back up as he gave a small shake of his head. "No, no bacta tank or stasis pod," he replied quietly. How useful those would've been now. "Can you get any parts to fix this?" he added, again quiet as he waved a paw at the damaged filtration system.

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

    Anakin pushed away Elliot's thoughts- and blue eyes focused on Padmè's face. As the oxygen mask was placed on, he took in greedy breaths of air, then looked to his wife. He sucks in a few breaths, then blinks away the tears in his eyes.


    "Padmè... don't cry... I'm right here..." He said, choosing to keep his focus on her. It made the pain just a little more bearable.


    "Okay, okay." Padmè replied with a sniffle, attempting to stop the traitorous tears that escaped her chocolate eyes. She would stare into his eyes, admiring them like she wouldn't ever get to see them blue again. "You're still handsome to me, no matter what." She commented, hoping to boost his esteem as he was without his helmet to hide behind.

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    THIS TIME I'LL BE BULLETPROOF


    Elliot sighed - she didn't have any specific filtration systems for a medical piece of equipment, but she had filtration on her ship's old engine that she'd removed when she crashed first of all. "I have filtration from my ship, I could sterilize it and screw it in?" she suggested whilst rising to a standing position, ready to do as Luke commanded.


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