Paper Sun (Darth Vader fic)
Jan. 24th, 2002 09:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gilascaveYes, shoot me. It's song fic. But each line (or lines) of the song will merely serve as a snippet heading. So it's OK, really. You don't even have to know it's a song....
Does it hurt to remember?
He walked slowly down the hallway, his boots heels striking silently against the cold deck plates. Not that he knew their temperature - wrapped in the masks and coils of his outfit, he could feel nothing. Nothing but the Force swirling through him.
His Master's words clamoured in his brain, and he focused on the anger they invoked. Anger served him well, it kept him strong. It kept him focused. It kept him on the path to power - the path that had not ended with the appointment as the Emperor's right hand.
That didn't matter - he did not need to be the man the universe obeyed. He was the man the universe feared, and he was the one who got to go out and kick ass. The tiny faces of the Empire saw him in their nightmares, not the black hood of the Emperor. Right now he could do with a little ass-kicking and nightmare provoking. Anything to spend his rage - boiling, now, burning in his mind. If only he could aim his anger at the one who deserved it.
"If you do this, Anakin, I cannot help you."
His Master's words beat in his skull as if they had the right to be there. Vader growled, and headed for the bridge. Somewhere, someone had fucked up today, and he was going to enjoy pointing out the error of their ways.
Does it hurt to remember?
He walked slowly down the hallway, his boots heels striking silently against the cold deck plates. Not that he knew their temperature - wrapped in the masks and coils of his outfit, he could feel nothing. Nothing but the Force swirling through him.
His Master's words clamoured in his brain, and he focused on the anger they invoked. Anger served him well, it kept him strong. It kept him focused. It kept him on the path to power - the path that had not ended with the appointment as the Emperor's right hand.
That didn't matter - he did not need to be the man the universe obeyed. He was the man the universe feared, and he was the one who got to go out and kick ass. The tiny faces of the Empire saw him in their nightmares, not the black hood of the Emperor. Right now he could do with a little ass-kicking and nightmare provoking. Anything to spend his rage - boiling, now, burning in his mind. If only he could aim his anger at the one who deserved it.
"If you do this, Anakin, I cannot help you."
His Master's words beat in his skull as if they had the right to be there. Vader growled, and headed for the bridge. Somewhere, someone had fucked up today, and he was going to enjoy pointing out the error of their ways.
