milliways_bar | May the Fourth Be With The All Skate

The bar shifts, or it changed when no one was looking, and now resembles a certain cantina popular with the villainy and scum, as well as more upstanding folks. The air is dryer than usual, and a taste of grit and sand just hangs in the air. It just makes you want some blue milk doesn't it?

Has your character changed? Perhaps...who can tell? The Landlord I suppose but they aren't talking.

[ooc: HI and Welcome to a Star Wars themed All Skate, the best way to celebrate May the Fourth! Party style post. You do not have to interact with any of my characters to play.
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Ahsoka smiles as she finally realizes something, he's from earlier in time than she is. He doesn't really know about Luke and his compassion yet.

Smugly, she says, "Oh I wouldn't worry about that too much. He'll come to you I am sure."

She takes a sip of her tea. A nice long pull.

"And there are more types of strength than you will ever know."

"The temple was a challenge, I'll admit. The Dark side there plays tricks with perceptions, but the Light proved stronger and truer."

What.

Vader stares at her.

She's supposed to be concerned about this. And she's smiling. And drinking tea. And being serene. And frankly talking so much like a Jedi that he briefly wonders if he's talking to Kenobi. He then considers strangling Ahsoka outright for it.

"Yes," he emphasizes. "He will."

There. He's won that argument. Surprisingly easily? He does not like that Ahsoka knows something he doesn't. He is itching to pick up his lightsaber and make her tell him--but if she's being so friendly, maybe there are other ways to obtain the information. Interrogation is a delicate process.

Usually involving screaming, but he'd like to avoid Security.

"A typically naive perspective. For one who claims not to be a Jedi, you certainly--"

Beat.

Then he catches up. Finally. "He took the boy to Tatooine?"

A sliver of worry slices into her heart at his last question. When is he that he didn't know that? HAs she given him too much information by mistake?

The smile slips a little but she turns it into a smirk long enough for her to withdraw her mind. This trick has worked before with Inquisitors, allowing her to walk right by them without notice, but Vader is a different beast altogether.

She needs a distraction and quick. To throw him off balance.

She tilts her head. "How did Padmé die? I've pieced together a lot of the events but that part has elluded me."

When she slips, at first, the respirator stutters again (it's not a snort and he didn't roll his eyes), and he nearly chides her for still not having learned to be careful of her words.

He also nearly--although it was easier to catch himself, because it would sound too much like reassurance--told her that the boy already showed an aptitude for killing, given his performance at Yavin.

(It's fine, Luke is long gone.)

He knew she was Fulcrum. He should have known she had learned much about evasion and pointed strikes. (Skywalker had taught her a lot of it himself.)

The mask snaps sharply towards His control slip, and grief, guilt, helpless rage, and betrayal spiral out. Anyone--Force user or not--would feel that pain. Someone Anakin Skywalker had loved and trusted?

the air tastes of ash, she brought him, they lie

"I love you!"

the jedi were all afraid, breathing burns

"LIAR!"

lava roars, the children are still screaming, she turned against him

the force obeys, flows through his hand, no, not his-- he wouldn't hurt

"Let her go, Anakin!"

her neck so delicate beneath his hand

She can feel the inner torment now, much more than she felt on Malachor. There she'd had the fight to distract her and he didn't get an emotional poke in the spleen.

Maybe she should have asked about the clone chips instead.

She takes a step back to allow more room between them and pulls her staff close. With teh Force, she pushes against the minds of anyone near them. The patrons suddenly don't want to be around them any longer.

limp on the ground, no, he didn't mean--

betrayed him, deserved it

(breathing burns)

scream of metal

(the world burns)

don't go master kill me please kill me

breathing burns

His mask shows no expression, but--much to Vader's chagrin--to someone who knows him his body language can say a great deal indeed. Now he stares blankly at the counter, fighting his way out of Mustafar (Anakin Skywalker never left Mustafar).

His hand shoots out, unseeing in Ahsoka's direction, his palm tilting up and closing as he yanks downwards and towards him.

She had been worried about an attack, be she was used to Anakin who usually would attack physically first. When the Force grabs her and pulls, she is caught off guard and nearly pulled off her feet.

A cry escapes as she bends forward, face heading for the bartop. She manages to get a hand up to try and catch herself from hitting but the Force pushes her forward more so she reaches with the Force to push back.

It slows her but his push is much greater than anything she can manage and slowly she is forced down.

The time it takes until her skin finally slams into the countertop is enough to get his breathing back under control--and his emotional shields mostly up. Or, at least, as much as they ever are.

She'll find her cup and pot in shards with the tea pooling around them.

Vader still isn't looking at her.

"Never say that name."

His fists closes further for a long moment--Understood, Jedi?--before he releases her altogether.

She gasps at the release and slowly lifts herself.

(She is no jedi, but she understands.)

"Fair enough I suppose." She moves her head from side to side to allow her neck to flex and crack. She can give him that much.

Not that she was able to stop him.

"May I ask if you knew about the chips in the clones or is that a forbidden topic as well?"

The Force tugs once, warningly--it is not her place to decide what is 'fair' for them to discuss.

Both it and Vader quiet down after.

(What would the galaxy have looked like if Rex and Skywalker had listened to Fives?

No. The Emperor would have killed them, and Skywalker would have been too weak to stop it. She would have been defenseless, and Sidious would have taken--)

He doesn't even bother giving her an irritated glance for her continued attempts to... well, do what she just did. She has always been impudent. "My Master revealed his plan to me when I became his apprentice," he says at last.

"Of course. And I am sure you are fine with it, as it was all part of the plan."

She has always been free with her opinions, he knows this. It's how she got her nickname after all.

Reaching for her tea cup, which somehow has survived this encounter, she takes a sip before setting it back down. "Anything is permissable as long as it is part of the plan."

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