01-08-2017, 02:11 PM
"OPEN FIRE!"
In an instant, all blasters in the room were trained onto the looming, black-clad figure standing tall at the corridor's end - the sound of his robotic, raspy breathing soon replaced by the abrupt screeches of blaster shots and gunfire as the rebel soldiers began to shoot all in union; every shot, every gun was aimed in the direction of the Imperial Enforcer.
Crimson lightsaber already activated and drawn out into his hand, Darth Vader twirled the sabre in his hands, utilising the weapon to deflect the waves of blaster beams that we being flung his way. He was fortunate enough that a few rogue beams that he deflected bounced-back and struck more than a couple of rebel soldiers, instantly rendering them lifeless as they collapsed limply to the floor. Vader began to make his way toward his opposition, black-boots triggering echoes across the cramped, compact corridor with every stride he made upon his opposition. Outstretching a robotic-hand, Vader used the force to deflect one of the beams with only his palm, and then raised the rebel trooper nearest to him up in the air, the soldier's whole body writhing and squirming as he entered a non-consensual position of levitation. Vader's arm turned, fist clenching tight; the soldier's neck snapped almost instantaneously, and Vader thrusted his hand rightways, smashing the rebel's corpse against the ship's wall and finally letting his body drop to the ground.
Vader's iconic breathing grew faster paced and louder as his wroth grew and boiled - every rebel soldier before him was felled as he drew close, cutting them down with his lightsaber swiftly and effortlessly. The Sith Lord's prime target - the rebel soldier clutching on to the Death Star's data tapes - suddenly turned heel and sprinted for the blast door at the hallway's end, tossing his blaster aside; he realised what he needed to do in order to secure victory and triumph for the Alliance.
The soldier shoved his arm through a narrow gap in the door, offering over the data tapes to his comrade on the other side.
"Take it! Take i-"
His exclamations were cut short by his shrill scream - Vader's lightsaber had found it's way nicely through his chest. The last thing he ever heard were the sounds of Vader's inhuman breathing coming from right behind him, and the last thing he ever felt was the intense, scorching pain as the Sith Lord ripped his blade from his chest.
The rebel soldier's behind the safety of the blast door immediately turned heel whilst they still could. Vader took some steps backward - the maimed corpses of a dozen rebel soldiers all littered around him - and outstretched his gloved hand once more. His charred eyes narrowed from behind his mask as he began to focus; it took only mere seconds for the blast door to slide open with a loud CHINK.
Vader swiftly began to march after the fleeing rebels, his lightsaber still activated and drawn. It hummed monotonously and ominously. As he walked, the surviving Stormtroopers that'd joined him as a boarding party marched up after their leader, blaster rifles cradled in their arms and boots stomping loudly and firmly as they walked.
As Vader and his soldiers reached the ships docking bay they paused - watching silently as a lone ship sped off into hyperspace in the distance...
Everything was silent. The only noise that filled the room at this point were the sharp, intrusive breaths of Lord Vader as he stared off after this ship. He silently deactivated his lightsaber, clipping it back to his belt as his gloved fist began to ball up by instinct.
He'd... failed. The rebel's had fled - the plans of the Death Star, the Empire's most valued weapon of mass destruction and carnage, the project that he and his master had been overseeing for two whole decades now, gone with them. Once the Alliance had viewed those tapes, unlocked every one of it's secrets... they'd know how to destroy it, where to strike. And then the Empire that would one day belong to him would have no backbone, no weapon or tool with which to threaten their adversaries with.
Vader knew he had to follow that ship - steal the data-plans back before they could reach wherever they were going, and destroy anyone involved with all this in the process. He spun around to face his men, satin-cape swaying with his movements.
Vader opened his mouth to address his troopers, but... but... no words poured forth.
The Dark Lord of the Sith suddenly found himself growing weak. His vision grew blurry, his head span, and he felt like his cybernetic knees were ready to buckle at any given moment. None of the Stormtroopers were moving or budging and inch to come to his aid, nor asking if their lord was in stable health - it was almost as if the very concept of time itself had just stopped and frozen in on itself.
From behind his menacing mask, Darth Vader's eyes closed over... and everything faded to black.
In an instant, all blasters in the room were trained onto the looming, black-clad figure standing tall at the corridor's end - the sound of his robotic, raspy breathing soon replaced by the abrupt screeches of blaster shots and gunfire as the rebel soldiers began to shoot all in union; every shot, every gun was aimed in the direction of the Imperial Enforcer.
Crimson lightsaber already activated and drawn out into his hand, Darth Vader twirled the sabre in his hands, utilising the weapon to deflect the waves of blaster beams that we being flung his way. He was fortunate enough that a few rogue beams that he deflected bounced-back and struck more than a couple of rebel soldiers, instantly rendering them lifeless as they collapsed limply to the floor. Vader began to make his way toward his opposition, black-boots triggering echoes across the cramped, compact corridor with every stride he made upon his opposition. Outstretching a robotic-hand, Vader used the force to deflect one of the beams with only his palm, and then raised the rebel trooper nearest to him up in the air, the soldier's whole body writhing and squirming as he entered a non-consensual position of levitation. Vader's arm turned, fist clenching tight; the soldier's neck snapped almost instantaneously, and Vader thrusted his hand rightways, smashing the rebel's corpse against the ship's wall and finally letting his body drop to the ground.
Vader's iconic breathing grew faster paced and louder as his wroth grew and boiled - every rebel soldier before him was felled as he drew close, cutting them down with his lightsaber swiftly and effortlessly. The Sith Lord's prime target - the rebel soldier clutching on to the Death Star's data tapes - suddenly turned heel and sprinted for the blast door at the hallway's end, tossing his blaster aside; he realised what he needed to do in order to secure victory and triumph for the Alliance.
The soldier shoved his arm through a narrow gap in the door, offering over the data tapes to his comrade on the other side.
"Take it! Take i-"
His exclamations were cut short by his shrill scream - Vader's lightsaber had found it's way nicely through his chest. The last thing he ever heard were the sounds of Vader's inhuman breathing coming from right behind him, and the last thing he ever felt was the intense, scorching pain as the Sith Lord ripped his blade from his chest.
The rebel soldier's behind the safety of the blast door immediately turned heel whilst they still could. Vader took some steps backward - the maimed corpses of a dozen rebel soldiers all littered around him - and outstretched his gloved hand once more. His charred eyes narrowed from behind his mask as he began to focus; it took only mere seconds for the blast door to slide open with a loud CHINK.
Vader swiftly began to march after the fleeing rebels, his lightsaber still activated and drawn. It hummed monotonously and ominously. As he walked, the surviving Stormtroopers that'd joined him as a boarding party marched up after their leader, blaster rifles cradled in their arms and boots stomping loudly and firmly as they walked.
As Vader and his soldiers reached the ships docking bay they paused - watching silently as a lone ship sped off into hyperspace in the distance...
Everything was silent. The only noise that filled the room at this point were the sharp, intrusive breaths of Lord Vader as he stared off after this ship. He silently deactivated his lightsaber, clipping it back to his belt as his gloved fist began to ball up by instinct.
He'd... failed. The rebel's had fled - the plans of the Death Star, the Empire's most valued weapon of mass destruction and carnage, the project that he and his master had been overseeing for two whole decades now, gone with them. Once the Alliance had viewed those tapes, unlocked every one of it's secrets... they'd know how to destroy it, where to strike. And then the Empire that would one day belong to him would have no backbone, no weapon or tool with which to threaten their adversaries with.
Vader knew he had to follow that ship - steal the data-plans back before they could reach wherever they were going, and destroy anyone involved with all this in the process. He spun around to face his men, satin-cape swaying with his movements.
Vader opened his mouth to address his troopers, but... but... no words poured forth.
The Dark Lord of the Sith suddenly found himself growing weak. His vision grew blurry, his head span, and he felt like his cybernetic knees were ready to buckle at any given moment. None of the Stormtroopers were moving or budging and inch to come to his aid, nor asking if their lord was in stable health - it was almost as if the very concept of time itself had just stopped and frozen in on itself.
From behind his menacing mask, Darth Vader's eyes closed over... and everything faded to black.
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