Posts by ANAKIN SKYWALKER ?

// tbh the easiest thing for me to do at this time if for you guys to send me the link and I post in there to acknowledge it, but i will probably post a thread for dropping off items.

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koru. wrote:

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That's fine!!

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Poe has to at some point be captured by you First Order peeps but idk when Imma just post here to track and stuff yep
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yeah, I know. Though, like i did say, if we can, I wanna do the raid + stuff in a smaller group. I want to raid the resistance, not all of blizzardclan.

track

It's fine man!!

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; height: 10px; padding: 0px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: -8px]This, is not living[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 430px; min-height: 80px; padding: 0px; font-family: verdana; color: #e6e6e6; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;] Perhaps, in a sense, he was dead. He should be dead, really. He took a deep breath in the ventilator, watching over the island. He had just arrived in this area, a forest he could tell was inhabited, already looking it over, as if deciding its existence was worth his time. Vader prowled forward, his steps heavy and crushing whatever laid in his path. Sticks, rocks, the skulls of children... He stopped, masked face settled on a rabbit hole. Everything here was so green and full of life- he reached out, his gloved paws picking through a mound of fur- baby rabbits, no less. The bunnies inside were so small, barely with any hair and the size of hamsters. He felt his paw push against something- then writhe and squeal, trying to get away. He could not feel the softness of the rabbits, he could not feel the cute and cuddly 'awwww' in his cold heart. Vader choked them all for the fun of it. He couldn't eat like a normal lion, so what was the point of killing unless it was for sport, or to win?

Parts of the operation were still fresh in his mind- the medics had left him to die at first, but they had gotten assistance from medical droids. Where they had come from, Vader didn't know. He tried not to think of the images of his body- his skin loose and sagging, burned until it was dead, ready to peel off, seeing the pink underneath, and the droids continuing to peel like dead skin from a sunburn, or a lion onion. His skin had turned into boils or blisters of some kind, all of which had to be popped and drained out as he was hooked to temporary life support. He hadn't minded, really. It was annoying, and a bother- but it wasn't like he couldn't feel it. He couldn't feel anything anymore. Trying to touch wasn't real. He could barely move without pulling his skin. Artificial Limbs and maybe even artificial organs allowed his to walk, talk, breathe.

If he could call it that.

This, is not walking. Vader realized, breaking another stick, then taking a pause. He needed to be more careful. There were other life forms here, he could sense them, sense them all- Their hate, their anger, their pain... he almost liked it. But hostile people were not fun to deal with.

The mechanisms that controlled the first of his artificial limbs, dismayed him by the incompetence of the medical droids responsible for his resurrection. They did a poor job of rebuilding him. His metal hind legs were bulked by strips of armor similar to those that filled and gave form to the long glove he had once worn over the right-arm prosthesis.

What remained of his real limbs ended in bulbs of grafted flesh, inserted into machines that triggered movement through the use of modules that interfaced with his damaged nerve endings- but what was the point of trying to help his nerves? He could use his nerves, use them move, but he could not feel, even if he tried. He had been burnt to the bone, there were no nerves left to feel. Instead of using durasteel, the medical droids had substituted an inferior alloy, and had failed to inspect the strips that protected the electromotive lines. As a result, the inner lining of the pressurized bodysuit was continually snagging on places where the strips were anchored to knee and ankle joints.

The tall boots- well, not really boots, they were protective covers for his fake limbs, flexible, and have a heel to them, capable of pounding skulls in the ground with ease. They were a poor fit for his artificial paws, whose claw-like toes lacked the sensitivity of his equally false tips.

Raised in the heel, the cumbersome footgear canted him slightly forward, forcing him to move with exaggerated caution lest he stumble or topple over. Worse, they were so heavy that he often felt rooted to the ground, or as if he were moving in high gravity. What good was motion of this sort, if he was going to have to call on the Force even to walk from place to place! He may as well have resigned himself to using a gorilla or a hover chair and abandoned any hope of movement...

The defects in his prosthetic fore legs mirrored those of his hind legs.

Only the right one felt natural to him—though it, too, was artificial—and the pneumatic mechanisms that supplied articulation and support were sometimes slow to respond. The weighty cloak (why did he even need the thing? what was the point of it?) and pectoral plating so restricted his movement that he could scarcely lift his arms over his head, and he would have to adapt his fighting technique to compensate.

He could probably adjust the servodrivers and pistons in his forearms to provide his jaws and paws with strength enough to crush steel, or the bones of children. With the power of his paws alone, he had the ability to lift an adult being off the ground. But the Force had always given him the ability to do that, especially in moments of rage. The sleeves of the bodysuit didn't hug the prostheses as they should, and the elbow-length gloves sagged and bunched at his wrists.

Gazing at the gloves now, he thought: This, is not seeing.

The pressurized mask was goggle-eyed, fish-mouthed, short-snouted, and needlessly angular over the cheekbones and snout. Coupled with a flaring dome of helmet, the mask gave him the forbidding appearance of a nightmarish robot of some sort. Perhaps, he was not terrifying at first, but the stories he would sign with his name, inked with blood of his victims, would scare them. He was intimidating, certainly. The dark hemispheres that covered his eyes filtered out light that might have caused further injury to his damaged corneas and retinas, but in enhanced mode the half globes reddened the light and prevented him from being able to see the toes of his boots without inclining his head almost ninety degrees. But this part of the mask was good for staring, certainly. No one knew what he could thinking behind it. Perhaps... He liked it that way.

Listening to the servomotors that drove his limbs, he thought: This is not hearing.

The med droids rebuilt the cartilage of his outer ears, but his eardrums, having melted in the volcano's heat, had been beyond repair. Sound waves now had to be transmitted directly to implants in his inner ear, and sounds registered as if issuing from underwater. Worse, the implanted sensors lacked sufficient discrimination, so that too many ambient sounds were picked up, and their distance and direction were difficult to determine. Sometimes the sensors needled him with feedback, or attached echo or vibrato effects to even the faintest noise.

Allowing his lungs to fill with air, he thought: This is not breathing.

Here the med droids had truly failed him.

From a control box he wore strapped to his chest, a thick cable entered his torso, linked to a breathing apparatus and heartbeat regulator. A ventilator was implanted in his hideously scarred chest, along with tubes that ran directly into his damaged lungs, and others that entered his throat, so that should the chest plate or belt control panels develop a glitch, he could breathe unassisted for a limited time. But the monitoring panel beeped frequently and for no reason, and the constellation of lights served only as steady reminders of his vulnerability. The incessant rasp of his breathing interfered with his ability to rest, let alone sleep. And sleep, in the rare moments it came to him, was a nightmarish jumble of twisted, recurrent memories that unfolded to excruciating sounds.

The med droids had at least inserted the redundant breathing tubes low enough so that, with the aid of an enunciator, his scorched vocal cords could still form sounds and words. But absent the enunciator, which imparted a synthetic bass tone, his own voice was little more than a whisper.

He could take food through his mouth, as well, but only when he was inside a hyperbaric chamber, since he had to remove the triangular respiratory vent that was the mask's prominent feature. It was easier to receive nourishment through liquids, intravenous and otherwise, and to rely on catheters, collection pouches, and recyclers to deal with liquid and solid waste.

But all those devices made it even more difficult for him to move with ease, much less with any grace. The armor that protected the artificial lung weighed him down, as did the electrode-studded collar that supported the outsize helmet, necessary to safeguard the cybernetic devices that replaced the uppermost of his vertebrae, the delicate systems of the mask, and the ragged scars in his hairless head, which owed as much to what he had endured.

The synthskin that substituted for what was seared from his bones itched incessantly, and his body needed to be periodically cleansed and scrubbed of necrotic flesh. Already he had experienced moments of claustrophobia—moments of desperation to be rid of the suit, to emerge from the shell. He needed to build, or have built, a chamber in which he could feel human
again...
If possible.

All in all, he thought: This is not living.

This was solitary confinement. Prison of the worst sort. Continual torture. He was nothing more than
wreckage. Power without clear purpose . .

A melancholy sigh escaped the mouth grille.

What was he to do with all of this?

With this, the figure moved, shielded eyes gazing over the thicket, a dark, mechanic beast, out of place. He thought that this place, too, did not deserve to live. Or at least, not deserve his attention. It wouldn't be worth his time. Besides, he was here to let the world know of his existence and ask them of the First Order. He continued prowling, head held high, moving at a relaxed pace.

He took a pause, and stopped.

They were here.

(( parts of this comes from Dark Lord: Rise of Darth Vader
(( Basically: Lots of monologue, Vader chokes a bunch of baby bunnies to death, and is now standing at the border
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TBH I was thinking it would be super funny if something like this happened:

Liea: This is the Supreme Leader of the First Order, Darth Vader.
Poe: Vader?
Liea: yeah?
Poe: big dude, really weird, robot lion, fabulous cape??
Liea: yes
Poe: oh yeah- he's in StellarClan. He says he has a group of refugees there.
Liea: Poe.
Poe: Mam?
Liea: THATS THE ORDER
Poe: Oh
Poe: OH SHIT
Liea: HOW MANY DID THEY HAVE??
Poe: I DONT KNOW?? FIVE??
Liea: WE RIDE AT DAWN

The next meeting won't be until the weekend, or until I get at least 10 completed missions ^^ I'm probably gonna make a separate list for members?

I think capturing Poe (and I was going to discuss capturing Luke as well) at a raid is still the best way to go.

When the resistance is moved to a smaller board, lemme know!!

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no. Cipher. I want to talk to you later. You have failed me.

The Cosmic Owl says, "Bill has failed Daddy."
"Bill can never be Daddy's favorite."

"Io, do calm down," Oh god. He said please. Ew. Vader was silent, trying to place his words, and waved a paw, a gesture one made when they talked with their hands, or in this case, Vader using emotion manipulation to try and persuade him.
"You'll freighten them-"

"Listen, even if he is this "Cipher" you speak of, he's done a lot for us. Not to mention, in example, all Zebra look the same. Do you doubt that this is just a coincidence? That perhaps you are wrongly accusing my friend, and my people? He is rather good at tending to wounds and repairing homes- I trust him with my armor, even." he said, waving a paw again-
lie, lie, lie.
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"Bill Cipher. I know you can hear me." What a lucky day indeed, it would be, that it was raining. Storming, even. A metal cylinder was at Vader's hip, laying in wait.
"We need to discuss your incompetence."
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// sorry!! ill try to get to this when i can!!

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Unfortunately, this was when Vader himself was trekking back to the damned floating islands, enthralled by a few of the people there. The Pine Marten and her Grandfather certainly attracted his attention- but it was the two lions that were here were his focus.
Luke Skywalker, and Liea Organa.
Liea merely had to be dealt with, while Luke....
maybe he could persuade him.

He prowled forward, until-
"YOU!" That dog!
The lion rushed forward, aiming to pick the dog up with his air abilities, seething with anger.

[b]"You got paint on me!"

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; height: 10px; padding: 0px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: -8px]This, is not living[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 430px; min-height: 80px; padding: 0px; font-family: verdana; color: #e6e6e6; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]Vader's gaze went to Lessa, his face, however, remained trained on the Maine Coon- but alas, "Ah, Lessa. Nice to see you." I see she still is afraid of me. He reminded himself. While fear was a tool of his trade, he wanted the Pine Marten on his side. Why?
Persuasion... and giving himself a good image, such as the traumatized group of "refugees" he cared for.

As the Maine Coon spoke again, Vader's attention went back to her, 100%. Her tone, her voice, the air around her-- why was it familiar? A cabin? Hm. "Yes. That would do rather nicely." For his repairs, he honestly preferred a closed off room he could operate in.

He was about to ask for their names, until-
"-Padmé Amidala by the way, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Silence. He is silent, like the thing that inhabited the armor, maybe even what made up the ashes and memories of a dead man, the pieces that created Darth Vader, everything, every part of what the suit was now, every piece- were stunned.

"......."

"You're a slave?"
[color=blue]"I'm a person and my name is Anakin!"

"............." He is breathing, staring at her. He is saying nothing. He is stunned, at a loss for words. No, he tells himself. It's not her. It's not her at all. The silence seems to be pressing down now, and he is unsure.

"The pleasure is all mine," It is strange- it is the most sincere and pleasant tone he can emit- Kindness is not well acquainted with him, and its especially not going to show in public. "I would enjoy seeing this cabin as well."

Was he becoming... soft?

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// "The pleasure is all mine," is basically like them saying, "While it was a pleasure for you, I enjoyed it more."
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"So you said it's your first prototype? What is it made of?"
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He wasn't fond of anyone seeing his face- seeing the thing that owns the name Darth Vader, what inhabits the armor, maybe even what made up the ashes and memories of a dead man, the pieces that created Darth Vader, everything, every part of what the suit was now, every piece.....
He did not want someone to look upon it.

"You will become more terrified of me than you already are."

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He stood up, joints locking in place. He looked at the lion, staring. "Athair." He said quickly, lying. He wasn't entirely sure why he felt the need to, but he did regardless.

(( i'll send it when i can
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alright!! also I am working on a hub / guide of sorts! It could take me a few hours, so i might not post much!

❀Pendulum wrote:

[font=arial][sub]FULL NAME: Hazelle Celestria Ranye Gordan Lockhart Sebastiano Inferno
RANK WANTED:SERGEANTS
LOCATION(S): Tribe of Burning dreams && Taskforce X
LINK TO YOUR/YOUR CHARACTER'S PROFILE: Hazelle's page.

LUMI! wrote:

[font=arial][sub]FULL NAME: Lumi Cipher-Vians-Disharmony-Muse-Norwood
RANK WANTED: Stormtrooper
LOCATION(S): The Exiles
LINK TO YOUR/YOUR CHARACTER'S PROFILE: here!

Sorry!! Forgot about these!! Both are accepted!!

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Perhaps, he feels the slightest bit of pity for the wolf. Then again, at this rate, his attitude about these sort of things were: I survived being burned alive and losing all four limbs. You can get over it. He rolled his eyes, watching the scene unfold. For a moment, he considers using his weapon and cauterizing the wounds, and shakes his head.

No, the boy was strong. (He assumes.)
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; height: 10px; padding: 0px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: -8px]This, is not living[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 430px; min-height: 80px; padding: 0px; font-family: verdana; color: #e6e6e6; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]He was helpless. He was at the mercy of his repair skills, and the mercy of this other lion. The moment he was able to get up, and able to get to a safe point, he made his way for a den.

Vader was on the defense. His systems had thankfully rebooted, allowing him to move, but that didn't mean he was fixed. He had been dragged back to their camp, despite his protests, and fought with the healers with all his might, insisting that, "No, no, I can handle myself," and doing everything in his power to keep them away.

After a while, the medics had found there was nothing they could do, and Vader was left in peace. He had then grabbed whatever might be useful, the broken part of his mask, and hid away in a den, clearing off a table, and making efforts to fix it as fast as possible. He dumped the items on the table, then took a deep breath, focusing. Okay. Yeah. He had to remove stuff. Taking a tool, Vader got to work.

In time, two new objects laid on the table.
The control panel normally attached to his chest.
And his helmet, mask and all. Vader was manipulating the air and molecules around him to even attempt to breathe.

He had to be quick.

(( any sources of light will be snuffed out the moment Luke enters >:)
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hey guys
wouldn't it be a shame if
a bunch of stormtroopers came running to vader
while he was undercover
and you have this whole frantic group coming at them and they're like "Lord Vader!! Supreme Leader!"

and even vader is like "wh at the kri ff"

and they all look to him helplessly
then he has to decide between his troops and his undercover role