❝ ——— Yes, sir. ❞ he acceded through arduous voices in his head trying to tempt him against the Jedi. As much as he wanted to contradict directive, he held his tongue the best he could. He knew what he said was right, giving himself time to deliberate before accepting orders with no vacillation. Thoughts change, one of the many things that made clones prominent over any droid the Separatists threw their way; however, one thing that would always stay the same as long as his heart still beat was the respect and honour he had for his commander. Nothing could take that away from him, even in such light, this was but a test of both trust and friendship.
❝ But General! ❞ he clamoured in return unable to believe his ears. ❝ ——— I don’t think I’m strong enough to do it. Not you. ❞ he countered laboriously. He was still incompetent to concede that such an order had been given so idly. The thought of raising his blaster to the general… his friend… a brother was enough to silence the demons in his head, be it only for a moment, the peace still felt heavenly. ❝ I’m sorry, sir, but I just can’t. ❞ deep in the back of his head, the thought remained to eat away at frayed nerves. He couldn’t dare look the Jedi in the eye. Not now ( he wouldn’t be able to live with himself ). Guilt would consume him before he ever had a chance to do that as optics shift to wander the temples cracked walls.
Rex remains within an arms distance of the Jedi, blaster remaining outstretched to the back of his head, hands shaking unforgivingly causing him to tighten his clutches around his weapon just to make sure it didn’t slip through anxious hands.
❝ That might explain the power, but it only leads to further questions ❞ the clone captain proclaims as blasters flail to his side once more. The further they ventured, the more questions arose. ❝ Whoever was here I believe may have been trying to test something. ❞ what that test was remained unclear to both, though, Rex would be lying if he didn’t admit finding the answer intrigued him greatly.
❝ Whoever did this. They made sure to cover their steps. ❞
He watches in awe as the commander raises his metallic limb through the force field. Immediately the smell of the surrounding nature is quickly cancelled out by burning metal filling the captain’s lung with pollution. He shields his eyes from blinding lights as a gloved hand reaches up just above his eyebrows. All seemed well ——— how wrong he was as a banshee-like scream cuts through him. ❝ Sir! ❞ he shrieked. He had always been instructed that the mission was the priority; an order he couldn’t condone. His men mattered more than anything, and that included his superiors. Without any thought of his own safety and repercussions for his actions, Rex pulled the commander from the force field, freeing his arm from the pain. He pulled the Jedi to ground with him, allowing him to fall against his armour. ❝ Sir! Are you okay?!? ❞ a tense voice asked as he took to one knee by the Jedi’s side.
PAIN TEARS THROUGH his body, scoring Anakin to his very bones. He yanks his hand back from the pedestal, the metal fingers of his mechnoarm still curled tightly around the holocron. An electric shiver runs up Anakin’s arm, && he feels something give way. Mechnoarm tears in half as he pulls it towards his body to cradle, the end holding the holocron goes skittering across the catwalk. Anakin drops to his knees, his scream weakening into a wetgurgle that strains into a wheeze. The supernatural light that had exploded behind his eyes begins to recede, leaving a roiling dark blue glazed with agony behind.
His mechnoarm is a dead weight in his grasp, inert && lifeless as the stone walls around them. The stone that Anakin isn’t lying on. He hears someone talking to him, but their voice sounds as though they’re speaking underwater. Anakin’s vision swims similarly, && he topples back against a hard, armored chest. His memory suddenly returns— The battle, the abandoned temple, Rex.
❝ Rex, ❞ he croaks, unsure of how to continue. ❝ I’m all right, ❞ he tries, but the slur in his voice sabotages his best effort. The holocron had showed him something, something beyond the ghostly voices of his friend && master. Scenes of this temple as it once was, a sanctuary for Force users who toed the line between the light && dark: the Grey Jedi. Anakin seizes in a savage shudder that wrenches at every muscle && forces a choked sound from him. The Jedi turns his head to spit a gob of blood; it lands with a solid fleshy sound on the stone. He coughs out an apology for the sight && then begins to scramble for purchase on the ground, rising woozily onto his feet.
The impression of light fading that still stains the back of Anakin’s eyelids momentarily blinds him, && he stumbles a bit before regaining his balance. Afterimages haunt his closed eyes, retinal flares of the vision the holocron had burned into him. Saliva floods his mouth, && Anakin sucks in a deep breath to stifle the wave of nausea that threatens to topple him.
❝ Guess my saber arm is out of commission, ❞ he cracks, eyes still closed. When he opens them again they’re clearer, but not quitepeaceful. Shadows lurk under his tightening expression, prolifictangles of unclear sentiments swarming like insects in Anakin’s mind. His temples pulse, signaling a subsequent headache. ❝ Where’s the holocron? ❞
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*Padmé is an exception to this rule as her relationship with Anakin is canon and vital to his characterization.
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CANON.
AU.
PRIVATE.
TAKE THE LIGHT INSIDE YOU.
Freed from slavery on Tatooine and freshly initiated into the Jedi Order, Padawan Skywalker works tirelessly to prove himself to the meticulous Council and earn his Knighthood. But with age comes uncertainty, and the beginning of a series of terrible nightmares featuring his mother's death. Every day the bright, enthusiastic child Qui-Gon Jinn brought to the Temple grows more and more distant from himself and others.
WEAPON OF WAR.
The galaxy is at war but Anakin Skywalker is fighting more than just external battles. Suspended between his loyalty to the Order and his loyalty to his wife, Anakin struggles to find a guiding light in the increasing darkness. And now that the nightmares have returned with his wife as their new feature, Anakin has begun to grow more and more desperate for a method to save Padmé from what he believes to be her doom.
THE WORST PARTS OF HIMSELF.
Anakin Skywalker died with the Republic, and in their place rose the Empire and its right hand: Darth Vader. Who will stop at nothing to rid the galaxy of every lingering memory of the life he had before his fall.
WHAT A MESS I LEAVE
Redeemed in the eyes of the Force, Anakin Skywalker has been granted sentience beyond death, allowing him to reach out to his descendents and warn them against repeating his mistakes.
FILTH TEACHES FILTH. stranger things Before 008, before 011, there was subject 001. Anakin Skywalker, the first of an entire generation veined with strange, incomprehensible powers. Disappeared at sixteen after his mother's mysteriously unreported murder at the hands of a local gang. His escape preceded 11's only by a few years, && now he's back in Hawkins on the trail of Brenner's prodigy.
SPANDEX & STEEL. marvel/dc
Born and raised in Tatooine, New Mexico, Anakin didn't think himself any different from the rest of the lonely souls living in the desert. That is, until his mother was killed by local gang members, jumpstarting a series of strange murders that forced him to go on the run. He's a metahuman, a mutant; with strange powers he can't control and the blood of several seriel murderers on his hands. Sometimes he owns a small car shop just outside of town, and sometimes he doesn't have a home at all.
WHEN THE WAR WINS. modern
Anakin, a war vet secluded in a no-name town in the middle of New Mexico, works to overcome his ptsd by becoming a hermit && buying the house his mother died in. His progress has been shaky, for obvious reasons.
DON'T CALL THIS REDEMPTION alternate ending
Believing himself to have died after passing out at the end of ROTJ, Vader, or Anakin now, awakens to a post-war galaxy to discover the eternal peace he sought is still far out of reach. Now a prisoner of the New Republic, Vader works alongside the Rebellion in secret as they dismantle the last vestiges of the Empire.
A DIFFERENT KIND OF LEGACY.
A private verse tied into ahphra's Sith verse and shadcwpreacher's alternate background. In this verse, after being rebuffed by his son, Vader looks to train Doctor Chelli Aphra as his apprentice.
The dark is generous, and it is patient. It is the dark that seeds cruelty into justice, that drips contempt into compassion, that poisons love with grains of doubt. The dark can be patient, because the slightest drop of rain will cause those seeds to sprout. The rain will come, and the seeds will sprout, for the dark is the soil in which they grow, and it is the clouds above them, and it waits behind the star that gives them light. The dark’s patience is infinite. Eventually, even stars burn out.
AND WE ASK OURSELVES
Are monsters born, or made?
Let me tell you the story that's been scored into the stars. The family that turned the galaxy upside down. There was a man, with the weight of a prophecy lining his shoulders, and a thermonuclear furnace in his heart. He loved a woman, a proud, strong, kind woman who loved him equally, despite the anger, and the Darkness that grew in him. And the man watched her die every night in his dreams.
That man told himself if he can carry a prophecy, he can prevent a dream from becoming reality. Whatever it takes.
Whoever it takes.
SO WHAT HAPPENED
The man exchanged his loyalty for her life, and killed the people who raised him. He ended a war in one night, the fire of the gods burning behind him on a metal moutaintop.
The woman he loved was no fool, she could sight a fire started in her name. A queen knows when someone is bowing.
She meets him on a molten planet, begs him to stray from the Darkness. But there is a shadow in the place of the man she loved, a monster.
He takes her breath to silence her, doomed to paranoia on the arrival of his brother, who is too, in some ways, a shadow. Forced to kill the man meant to save them all.
So the man dies, and is reborn. Baptized by fire. The woman he loved dies too. And eventually, even the brother dies.
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