#6 in #DarthVader (6/20/24)
This story will not be a straight forward romance journey, as Vader is a dynamically difficult character. I intend to keep him as in-character as I possibly can, meaning this story will not be all butterflies and rainbow...
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Chapter 8: Visions
There was no way of knowing whether or not I survived my extensive injuries. Everything felt blistering cold, almost as if my fingers and toes could get frostbitten at any moment. I could feel my heart beating so faintly, threatening to stop. Reality was lost to me, and I was unsure as to whether or not I wanted to be spared from the icy fingers of death.
Despite the sea of darkness that lingered long enough to have twisted around my soul and drug me beneath the waves, there was a glimmer of light just above the raging waters.
Interestingly enough, I felt no discomfort being pulled deeper and deeper into the abyss. There was no burning sensation inside of my lungs despite not a single breath being taken. But the light drew me in like a beacon of salvation, calling to me in a way that radiated through my very soul. I had no energy to fight the black tendrils wrapped around my being, nonetheless I was somehow able to take control of my fate and break free. Fighting against the brutal torrent, I ascended toward the sliver of light that bled into the darkness around me.
Before I reached the light, it had suddenly burst into what could only be described as serenity. Every cold chill I felt had been washed away, and I had become engulfed by the light. The darkness faded and was replaced with the most captivating colors I had ever seen, until a familiar deep red consumed the rest of the beautiful colors. The red became surrounded in darkness until it was able to be identified as a luminous crimson lightsaber.
Along with the lightsaber, an image began to surface around it from within the darkness. Everything was so faint, but despite that, movement could be seen.
Contained in the shadows were two dark hooded figures running for their lives, the masculine figure bravely spun around and used his lightsaber to deflect some type of projectile aimed to slow the pair down. Within the murkiness of the scene, it was impossible to tell exactly what it had been. Then, the man clashed sabers with another red-sabered hooded figure. This figure was taller, and fought using a double bladed lightsaber. The hooded woman came to a halt upon hearing the sounds of combat. She cried out for the man, but the sounds were too muffled for me to understand any of it. The woman's partner fought with sharp reflexes and impressive speed, matching up with each strike made by the double bladed lightsaber user. The woman suddenly sprung into action despite the man likely having told her to keep going. She ignited her own lightsaber, which flared into a brilliant orange. She sprinted back and both of them began to fight against the Sith Lord, the Sith being equally as skilled as both of them and never missing a beat.
A horrible scream echoed all around and the woman collapsed onto the ground, having been sliced in half as a result of an unfortunate miscalculation. The man cried out in misery at the sight of his partner's horrible demise. Everything faded to black.
The next image presented to me was the woman's partner outside of combat, mortally wounded and awfully drained. His face was hidden beneath his cloak, limping his way into a cloakshape fighter starship. Once inside he used the Force to trigger the buttons to recall the loading ramp and seal the blast door.
