The Secret Apprentice | Vader x OC

Visions

In the background an infant could be heard wailing from the captain's quarters. Initially he ignored the child's cries, his boiling rage and sense of mourning completely drowning out anything else as he commanded the astromech droid to assist him in presumably escaping the location as soon as possible. He took his place in the pilot's seat within the cockpit, an empty chair with a feminine white jacket draped across its seat beside him. Prompting the ship to fire up, he sent it into hyperspace within minutes. With the infinite waves of space racing all around past the ship, the bright lights illuminated the scene brilliantly. The man remained seated, taking a long breather as he stared mindlessly out the viewport.

The energy around him was nothing short of frightening, holding himself back to the best of his ability to not destroy everything within his vicinity, for the sake of his child. His mind was so loud, he still could not hear his child screaming. Then, he suddenly moved his hands to his hood to slowly pull it down. His facial features were sharp, and he was quite handsome. His hair, though, struck me deep as he revealed his long, tied up platinum-blond hair. His eyes were frightening unlike his appealing features, being an ominous yellow-ish orange color.

By the color of the lightsaber he had used, it was safe to say this man was a Sith similar to the man he and his partner fought before her death. Finally, the dark cloud that had clogged his senses dispersed the instant the baby's cries came to a stop, the change in ambience snatching his attention. The recollection of his child's existence rapidly caused him to mellow out his soul, his emotions melting away as he suddenly launched himself off the seat to take off across the ship and to his quarters.

Within the living quarters of his ship, he made his way over to a hanging, rocking bassinet. The sight of his child shifted his eye color to a soft, ivy green. He took the baby into his arms, his entire demeanor changing despite the tears that fell onto his precious daughter's blanket.

The moments before me began to crumble and fade despite my desire to continue observing. I attempted to scream out for something, anything to wait and allow me to watch for longer, but the only thing I heard as everything faded to black was a name uttered from between the man's lips.

'Reina.'

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Early 13 BBY

Consciousness gradually began to draw Reina back into reality, while three rooms away from her location Lord Vader was concluding a lengthy holo-meeting with Darth Sidious regarding the Empire's updates, Vader's goals and mission progress, along with what was strictly expected of him.

Within the corner of the room sat an idle black C2-B5 droid with uniquely colored crimson red compartment doors and accents rather than the typical silver. The droid had been making itself useful by recording and summarizing the meeting into a string of electronic notes, as expected by Vader.

By this point in time, it had been a year since Sabel and Reina had been removed from Geonosis. Within the personal quarters' medbay room, Reina began to open her eyes. Floating within a bacta tank, the warm liquid, muffled sounds and the sense of meditative isolation kept her from reacting out of sheer panic. Her vision was blurry through the bacta fluid, but regardless she did not recognize her surroundings at all. The tank was stationed before a wall across from the room's blast door, her surroundings very dark with the only light emanating from the tank's base to be projected up into the tank itself.

With an exhale, clusters of bubbles erupted from the breathing apparatus containing her nose and mouth. By the sound of the bubbles and sighting of them, her hands moved through the water to slowly make contact with the black breath mask. She did not dare remove it, but rather felt along it out of curiosity, her fingers running along it while she took a breath. The fluid itself provided her muscles and body with a soothing sensation, while providing her skin with a mildly tingly feeling upon its surface. The only thing comparable to the tank's bliss would be her bath, but even then the bath barely competes with the tank's sense of tranquility.