[center][b]10 BBY Imperial Center’s Orbit[/b][/center] [center][youtube]https://youtu.be/bf3jUlMW6KQ[/youtube][/center] “Tell me little one...what should we do with this fool?” A deep voice distorted by some sort of device addressed a young boy no older than four or five, he had a dark complexion but with contradicting white hair. The voice was attached to a massive Black Armored figure with a fearsome mask. Before him was an Imperial officer who seemed to be on the verge of begging for his life. “We should make him do a droids job since he thinks its so cool to let others die for his overconfidence chief. Make him more expendable then the lives he’s thrown away.” The boy responded, treating this entire thing like it was some kind of amusement. “Ah...yes Captain Hevi do you have anything to say in response?” “How could I have known there was a Droid Uprising because of a terminally ill hermit went insane Lord Vader!” “You couldn't have yes but the way you reacted cost lives, Imperial lives. How many widows and orphans have you left for your apathy?” The child answered. “Look I...underestimated the extent of the attacks I understand but please I beg you for mercy!” “Mercy?” Vader raised his hand and the man began to choke. “You are at this child's mercy, you should know by now I possess none.” Vader lowered his hand and the officer dropped to the ground. His head turned to everyone on the deck of the ship “All of you should know by now.” The deck was quiet, Vader fed on their fear and confusion. Only the boy seemed to be enjoying this show of force, he idolized him...like those on many Imperial worlds saw him as a Dark Avenger who stood for the common man. Misplaced faith in his eyes, Vader was a destroyer not a protector…yet despite the terror he inflicted the boy still followed him willingly. There was one before him who saw Vader with the same adoration but he grew too dangerous to let live, he risked replacing him. Vader would make sure the boy would remain as an instrument of his will an agent nothing more. His penchant for nicknaming him “Chief”...reminded him of a past he tried to bury, memories of another man entirely. But he would not reprimand him for it, the Jedi had betrayed the ones who idolize them without a second thought. He was better than they were, greater even. He was the Dark Lord of the Sith that brought about their extinction. Not to mention the child was vital for an experiment, Vader sought to create an agent not unlike his Master’s old pawn, Granta Omega. A non force using infiltrator, one that could pose a challenge to any force user or contemporary soldier. Omega had left behind an unknown child but it was no guarantee that the child would inherit his father's strange ability to null himself to the precog of a force user, if it was even genetic at all and all knowledge died with Omega. Even Anakin Skywalker was fooled by the Sith admirer at a point, which is why he needed to find a way to imitate his ablity. Vader saw it better to start out fresh, he chose the boy by sheer coincidence. The Father was involved with an Echani woman since the Clone Wars, the harlot assisted the Alderaan Resistance against his knowledge. The woman participated in the sabotage of one of the prototypes for a new type of Star Destroyer and the deaths of several Dark Side Adepts. The fool begged for the life of his child and denied involvement in his lovers sedation. By all logic Vader should have just killed all of them for his weakness, but Vader looked into is files. He was a member of the Diath family, Tae Daith’s brother no less. The force had to have a twisted sense of humor, to bring a relative of one of the many abandoned Jedi Padawans left die on Jabiin by the council. Neval despised the Jedi as much as Vader did for their failure, his beloved uncle the Jedi Liberator Nico dying in agony at the hands of the Bounty Hunter Durge only to be told the Jedi order was secretly coordinating the Separatist uprising rendering the bloodshed moot, His grand family history just a lie. Vader was amazed at how thorough the propaganda arm of the Empire became, to make one reject his own family at the say of a controlled media, this was the power of his still recently forged Empire. Vader could use this hatred to pass onto the son, just as Xanatos’s hatred of the Jedi Order passed onto Omega. Fitting Obi-Wan’s failures were a catalyst in in this one way or another. The Echani woman was another story, her defiance was a foregone conclusion because unlike the former Daith she was more in touch with her bloodline and revered her ancestor and his daughter the Handmaiden Brianna. She was the scion of Yusanis, her bloodline were proud slaves of the Jedi’s lies. If Vader could he would have gone to the planet and personally purged her traitorous line, but he left such things to the Inquisition at this point to root out such jedi loyalists. Much like Omega the Echani daughters were taught to resist a force users abilities to a degree, and like the Echani Handmidens served the fallen Jedi Atris these techniques would serve Vader. Vader simply stood in solitude contemplating his plans as the pathetic officer was being dragged off to be put into a spacesuit to work on repairs outside with the droids in space. “You are too merciful child, killing him on the spot would have served to make these fools more productive.” “They all fear for their standing Chief as well as you. Being Demoted? Being Humiliated? These pampered core world farts would rather you kill them then lose face by being made something as low as a droid, being deemed something not even worth killing and being forced to die in obscurity. That kind of risk of dishonor would crush those foolish enough to be caught lacking.” “You are still young, come we must continue your weapons instructions.” The boys focus on Honor was a trait of his mothers people, Vader noted he had to direct and manipulate it into a disgust of the Empires foes. “Yeah!” Too many dammed reminders of the past… [center][b]4 ABY[/b][/center] Earhen had found the officers he was looking for, but he got exactly what he wished for. Imperial Officer Commandos, unlike the typical pencil pusher these guys tended to pack serious heat. Thankfully Earhen had taken a stormtroopers rifle before taking cover for the incoming shootout. “Come out traitor! You dare battle against the Empire using the very martial arts of the Royal Guard? A lesser like you should learn your place!” “Those arts never belonged to the Emperor in the first place buckethead, why don’t you be smart and just slink away from here before I get serious?” A barrage from a repeating rifle pelted his cover. “Wow even the ones without the crappy helmets you schuttas suck at aiming!” He taunted. As Earhen began to peak from his cover he noticed the situation was getting worse as he noticed two scarlet robed individuals with matching helmets based off the Sun Guard’s ritual armor. Both sporting blasters “Oh crap.”