[one by one, viceroy gunray and the last remaining separatists fall to his lightsaber as the fires of mustafar burn behind him. as he can feel power, greater than he's ever known, coursing through his veins. his path is clear now; this is one he has always been meant to follow. he can do anything, he thinks — end the war, save padmé and their child, have anything he could've ever dreamed of that had long been denied to him by the jedi. it's all within reach.
until it isn't.
until he's spluttering in the dirt on some strange planet, and after all that power, he feels nothing. for all his life, even before he'd known what it was, the force had always been strong with him, and now? now, cut off, it feels like he's lost his arm all over again.
the holonet broadcasts have called him the hero with no fear, but fear like he's never known consumes him now. threatens to squeeze the breath out of him.
he tries to reach out; tries to clear his mind, as obi-wan had always —
no; he shakes his head fiercely. he doesn't listen to obi-wan — not anymore, because the jedi, even him, are all full of lies. because any galaxy is better off with them gone, and all those lies along with them. there's no teaching he will entertain any longer.
there is only what he knows, better than them.
and he knows, as a soldier, to keep his guard up.
at the first audible crunch of footsteps, he's ready, even off-kilter as he is — because he knows he has to be. without the weight of his lightsaber on his hip, he knows he still has to have some kind of weapon, so he curls his fingers around a stick that he finds on the ground, tests its weight (it'll do, if it must). he narrows his eyes, says slowly, evenly, so whoever this is knows he means it:]
Come any closer, and I'll kill you.
ii. highstorm
[in some ways, even if so much about it is strange, this city is wholly familiar. it's the atmosphere, for one — subdued, tense; if he's seen one settlement like this over the course of the clone wars, he's seen thousands ravaged by the separatists. he doesn't have to know a conflict, intimately, to know the effects of one.
and he hates this.
he hates, most of all, people who try to take advantage of such situations, take for themselves at the expense of those who are suffering.
maybe he's not familiar with this planet's currency, either, but he knows when prices have been gouged for this purpose.
this is what has him here, now, pushing townsfolk out of the way to lean across one of the stalls at the market. looking the merchant across from him square in the eye, as he asks, coldly,]
Is scamming your business model, or am I just a special case?
iii. springstar
[the choice, in the end, is easy; of course it is, because his path is clear, now. in order to return to end his war, to protect what he cares for most, he must join a side — and end this war that he's found himself in, as quickly as possible.
said choice comes with benefits. though the connection is weaker than he's accustomed, he feels the force return to him — and begins to breathe a little more easily.
it also comes with drawbacks: politics.
the squabbling that surrounds him here is as familiar as it is useless; if everyone in this crowd takes their turn to speak, several hours will have been lost. and for what? there doesn't appear to be any conceivable plan of action forming that anyone can execute.
irritation grows — a headache beginning behind his eyes, a twitch in his fingers as he curls them into his palms, and folds his arms across his chest. evident in his voice as he comments, offhand, to the person who happens to be closest to him.]
They think there's time for a forum? [an audible scoff.] This is nonsense.
iv. wildcard
[lmao so obviously... this is just for fun, because i already play a star war here! as such, anakin will be disappearing after this tdm. if you'd like to write a starter, feel free to drop it here; if you'd like for me to write a custom starter for you, or want to discuss scenarios, just drop me a line at lensflares or at lensflares on discord!]
anakin skywalker | star wars | lmao
[one by one, viceroy gunray and the last remaining separatists fall to his lightsaber as the fires of mustafar burn behind him. as he can feel power, greater than he's ever known, coursing through his veins. his path is clear now; this is one he has always been meant to follow. he can do anything, he thinks — end the war, save padmé and their child, have anything he could've ever dreamed of that had long been denied to him by the jedi. it's all within reach.
until it isn't.
until he's spluttering in the dirt on some strange planet, and after all that power, he feels nothing. for all his life, even before he'd known what it was, the force had always been strong with him, and now? now, cut off, it feels like he's lost his arm all over again.
the holonet broadcasts have called him the hero with no fear, but fear like he's never known consumes him now. threatens to squeeze the breath out of him.
he tries to reach out; tries to clear his mind, as obi-wan had always —
no; he shakes his head fiercely. he doesn't listen to obi-wan — not anymore, because the jedi, even him, are all full of lies. because any galaxy is better off with them gone, and all those lies along with them. there's no teaching he will entertain any longer.
there is only what he knows, better than them.
and he knows, as a soldier, to keep his guard up.
at the first audible crunch of footsteps, he's ready, even off-kilter as he is — because he knows he has to be. without the weight of his lightsaber on his hip, he knows he still has to have some kind of weapon, so he curls his fingers around a stick that he finds on the ground, tests its weight (it'll do, if it must). he narrows his eyes, says slowly, evenly, so whoever this is knows he means it:]
Come any closer, and I'll kill you.
ii. highstorm
[in some ways, even if so much about it is strange, this city is wholly familiar. it's the atmosphere, for one — subdued, tense; if he's seen one settlement like this over the course of the clone wars, he's seen thousands ravaged by the separatists. he doesn't have to know a conflict, intimately, to know the effects of one.
and he hates this.
he hates, most of all, people who try to take advantage of such situations, take for themselves at the expense of those who are suffering.
maybe he's not familiar with this planet's currency, either, but he knows when prices have been gouged for this purpose.
this is what has him here, now, pushing townsfolk out of the way to lean across one of the stalls at the market. looking the merchant across from him square in the eye, as he asks, coldly,]
Is scamming your business model, or am I just a special case?
iii. springstar
[the choice, in the end, is easy; of course it is, because his path is clear, now. in order to return to end his war, to protect what he cares for most, he must join a side — and end this war that he's found himself in, as quickly as possible.
said choice comes with benefits. though the connection is weaker than he's accustomed, he feels the force return to him — and begins to breathe a little more easily.
it also comes with drawbacks: politics.
the squabbling that surrounds him here is as familiar as it is useless; if everyone in this crowd takes their turn to speak, several hours will have been lost. and for what? there doesn't appear to be any conceivable plan of action forming that anyone can execute.
irritation grows — a headache beginning behind his eyes, a twitch in his fingers as he curls them into his palms, and folds his arms across his chest. evident in his voice as he comments, offhand, to the person who happens to be closest to him.]
They think there's time for a forum? [an audible scoff.] This is nonsense.
iv. wildcard
[lmao so obviously... this is just for fun, because i already play a star war here! as such, anakin will be disappearing after this tdm. if you'd like to write a starter, feel free to drop it here; if you'd like for me to write a custom starter for you, or want to discuss scenarios, just drop me a line at