#everyone else is a minion to him but Vader is his in every sense of the word

[marvelstars]

Star Wars: Hidden Empire

So Palpatine is following Vader in one of his adventures, he´s excited like a kid in a sweet shop because there may be an ancient Sith trapped in the Fermata Cage and he could use their power.

Vader is looking at this like this is just another day on the job and isn´t nearly as excited to meet an ancient Sith who most probably will just try to kill both him and his master and then it will be his job to put the Sith back in the cage.

Then possessed Aphra appears, trapped by a spirit seeking revenge against the Sith and Vader is like, I guess this may as well happen.

Time to use one of his unused powers, the one who allows him to deposses people with the force:

Vader´s life is just like this and he stopped trying to make sense of it a long time ago. He must really like Aphra, I don´t think this is what Palpatine meant when he told Vader to deal with it but he is taking some creative licenses in the wording of his master.

[ruhnhasanadventure]

Another day, another Palace mission.

Ruhn hates these missions. Hates them with a passion. Any other Rebel teenage boy might be glad to infiltrate the Imperial Palace and spy on Darth Vader and his minions. His stupid wannabe Sith minions. And his clones that he's controlled every breathing second since the Fall.

It pains Rex deeply, whenever the Rebels come in contact with a fellow chipped clone. He sees it in his uncle's eyes.

And yet you... you have been... flirting with the man doing it all. Darth Vader. How could you do that? He's never understood. How could you just forget his dad like that? And- he would be okay with you moving on, if it was with someone like Kaz or Hunter or literally anyone in the Rebellion that's a good person. But what the hell is it about Darth Vader that gets you going?!

Ruhn shakes his head to himself and walks down the hall in his Imperial uniform, stolen off a guard he killed not long ago. People barely pay him any attention- after all, since the Empire started hiring all walks of life instead of just clones, it's easier to get by unnoticed.

Something is... different here, today. The atmosphere is heavy, the halls silent. Vader must be pissed after the Rebellion destroyed one of his bases. Minimal casualties, but unfortunately a few clones didn't survive. Rex mourned them privately last night. Hunter snuck off to see if any of them was Crosshair.

Hunter doesn't know he knows that. And nobody else but him does. But... Ruhn understands it. The private grieving, the private wondering if things are different than they seem. It just- doesn't seem possible that his father is dead. The Hero With No Fear died at the hands of evil? It just... it doesn't make sense for such a hero. But it's something he has to accept. It's something everyone who loved him so much has had to accept. And he has! But some days... some days it's just difficult.

He rounds a corner and addresses a different Palace guard with a small nod. "Return to your quarters for briefing. I have orders to take your place."

Right outside Darth Vader's office.

What if he just- did it without asking anyone? Killed Darth Vader and fled?

He couldn't do it. Not by himself. Well, he could, but he'd never make it out alive.

The guard silently leaves and he takes the man's place, standing tall and straight as he listens to the conversation inside the office. It's not hard to do, when Vader and Cody are both elevated in volume.

"I want answers NOW!" Vader roars, something inside the office slamming and shattering on the floor. "HOW did they know where that base was?!"

"Vader-" Cody tries.

"Don't lecture me. I swear to the gods if you lecture me about this-"

"Vader-"

"I'm going to slaughter them. Whoever took over that base and killed my man I'm going to slaughter them. Slowly. Publicly. They'll wish they died quickly when they hear the bones of their friends start to split into thin little fibers under my-"

"Anakin," Cody's voice breaks, "W-We can't- waste time on this. We can't. People died. The base is gone. But- but we have so many others- and the data is..."

A ringing fills Ruhn's ears, replacing the sounds of Cody's voice as he continues to talk to Vader. Anakin.

Vader?

Anakin?

...Anakin?

Dad?

His dad is here?

His dad is Darth Vader?

Cody knows his dad is here?

Cody is here?

Cody is here with Darth Vader his dad.

Darth Vader. His dad.

His dad.

Darth Vader.

His- Darth Father. Dad Vader. Darth Vader.

Ruhn blinks tears back and tries to regain control of his breathing, which he doesn't even realize is loud and noticeable until the guard on the other side of the door looks over.

"Hey. Captain. Are you alright?"

Ruhn tries to recover his breath still and looks over, fumbling a little toward the hallway he came from as he shakes his head. "I'm- I'm suddenly- very ill- I need t'go. I need-"

"Hey man... it's all good," the guard raises a hand, "Look I'll call for cover- it was probably those smoothies they had today. They've been messing people up. Go. I got it."

Ruhn turns on his heel and stumbles down the hall, ducking into a refresher to throw up into a trash can.

Darth Vader. Darth fath- Darth Vader. It's him. His dad- no. A Sith Lord. Not his dad. Not his dad. Not Anakin. Not Darth Va- Not Anakin.

Somehow, Ruhn makes it to his Imperial ship and stumbles up the ramp, closing the ramp quickly behind him as he gets into the cockpit.

His vision is blurry. Shaky. Is he going to pass out? No, he's definitely sick. Absolutely sick. He's having the worst physical reaction possible to this news- how can he even fly home?

Ruhn forces himself into meditation for a few minutes, but it doesn't calm him completely. It only enables him to switch on the control she needs, take off, and bolt back to base.

The ringing never stops. Even as he safely lands the ship, stumbles off the ramp, and hurries toward your designated quarters. The ringing never stops.

Darth Vader.

Dad Vad- Darth Vader.

Zip sprints by him and then skids to a stop, turning quickly, "Woah- Ruhn?! Are you okay?!"

"Fine," Ruhn rasps, hurrying past him so he doesn't have to speak much.

He rounds a corner and sees Rex, his legs nearly giving out as he flails to go down a side hall. He can't talk to Rex right now.

How is he supposed to tell his uncle that his other uncle is in the Imperial Palace working side by side with his best friend every day?

How is he supposed to tell himself?

Ruhn frantically punches in the code for your quarters and darts inside. You won't be home for several hours, you're meeting with several people today. He has time. He can calm down. He can do it. He can do this.

He heads for his bedroom and the refresher within it, where he drops to his knees and effectively throws up the entirety of what's in his stomach. Even then, he starts to dry heave, his body sore and hot- he's way too hot. He's so hot. It's burning up in here. Does he have a stress rash?! Is that possible?!

His father is Darth fucking Vader. It seems anything is possible these days.

I come home with my other two kids and send them both off to play. I immediately smile to myself when I feel Ruhn’s presence, “Ru baby?” I call, “I didn’t know you were home already!!”