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Title: No Power In The Galaxy
Summary: Anakin tries to come to grips.
Warnings: Other than some violence and angst, nothing really.
Prompt: Bruises
He didn't like to speak about the bruises.
For all Padme and the others poked and prodded him, trying to get him to open up about what happened, he couldn't speak about the bruises. If anything, he would have preferred not to speak of Bespin at all. How he failed to save Palpatine
Palpatine will endure, Obi-Wan had told him, but even then, Anakin's worried -- how can one survive in carbonite for that long? Or is he worrying too much?
how he had ultimately lost a duel to Vader that he could have easily avoided -- he could have found an alternate way, could have gone with Padme and the others, but somehow, he'd risen to Vader's bait -- he'd ended up in the carbon freezing chamber, facing the Dark Lord of the Sith with little to no backup.
And Vader...
It wasn't losing the duel to Vader that bothered him. Hell, even the bruises
he'd tried to hold them all off, and for the most part he'd succeeded -- but even as his arms began to tire (Force, how relentless Vader was! It was no wonder he managed to beat so many Jedi...), the pain Vader inflicted upon him only quadrupled -- up until one of the columns Vader tore from the wall with the Force shattered the window -- sucking Anakin out into what he thought would be oblivion
were nothing now. Even Vader's revelation
Anakin had let go, but not out of fear -- but out of a last-ditch effort of defiance, and confusion and grief
and Vader's gift to him
the surgery had hurt. Even after the worst was over, it was hard to get used to a prosthetic hand -- prosthetic in place of a flesh-and-blood limb
had lost its sting.
It was seeing how Padme and the others reacted. The way they looked at him -- he'd looked for some trace of Anakin Skywalker in their eyes and found nothing. Vader had damaged them, tore their souls apart for his own amusement -- even now, Anakin wished he could do something, anything to take away their pain. But even then, he doubted there was anything he could do. They'd lost Palpatine. Anakin had lost a duel -- a duel he'd entered out of some misguided sense of chivalry, of heroism --
Had Yoda and Han suffered the same thing? Somehow, he didn't know.
but even that, even the revelation, even Vader's hatred and spite was nothing next to one burning question.
What do we do now?
They had to go back to Tatooine. To find Palpatine. To find more things to complete Anakin's training -- even the loss of his father's
Vader's
lightsaber burned at Anakin, but he wasn't going to give up.
Not by a long shot.
They had to keep going -- because in the end, that was all they could do. And Vader couldn't stop that.
They were a team.
The team.
And no matter how the galaxy tried to stop them, Anakin knew, somehow, they always would be.
Title: No Power In The Galaxy
Summary: Anakin tries to come to grips.
Warnings: Other than some violence and angst, nothing really.
Prompt: Bruises
He didn't like to speak about the bruises.
For all Padme and the others poked and prodded him, trying to get him to open up about what happened, he couldn't speak about the bruises. If anything, he would have preferred not to speak of Bespin at all. How he failed to save Palpatine
Palpatine will endure, Obi-Wan had told him, but even then, Anakin's worried -- how can one survive in carbonite for that long? Or is he worrying too much?
how he had ultimately lost a duel to Vader that he could have easily avoided -- he could have found an alternate way, could have gone with Padme and the others, but somehow, he'd risen to Vader's bait -- he'd ended up in the carbon freezing chamber, facing the Dark Lord of the Sith with little to no backup.
And Vader...
It wasn't losing the duel to Vader that bothered him. Hell, even the bruises
he'd tried to hold them all off, and for the most part he'd succeeded -- but even as his arms began to tire (Force, how relentless Vader was! It was no wonder he managed to beat so many Jedi...), the pain Vader inflicted upon him only quadrupled -- up until one of the columns Vader tore from the wall with the Force shattered the window -- sucking Anakin out into what he thought would be oblivion
were nothing now. Even Vader's revelation
Anakin had let go, but not out of fear -- but out of a last-ditch effort of defiance, and confusion and grief
and Vader's gift to him
the surgery had hurt. Even after the worst was over, it was hard to get used to a prosthetic hand -- prosthetic in place of a flesh-and-blood limb
had lost its sting.
It was seeing how Padme and the others reacted. The way they looked at him -- he'd looked for some trace of Anakin Skywalker in their eyes and found nothing. Vader had damaged them, tore their souls apart for his own amusement -- even now, Anakin wished he could do something, anything to take away their pain. But even then, he doubted there was anything he could do. They'd lost Palpatine. Anakin had lost a duel -- a duel he'd entered out of some misguided sense of chivalry, of heroism --
Had Yoda and Han suffered the same thing? Somehow, he didn't know.
but even that, even the revelation, even Vader's hatred and spite was nothing next to one burning question.
What do we do now?
They had to go back to Tatooine. To find Palpatine. To find more things to complete Anakin's training -- even the loss of his father's
Vader's
lightsaber burned at Anakin, but he wasn't going to give up.
Not by a long shot.
They had to keep going -- because in the end, that was all they could do. And Vader couldn't stop that.
They were a team.
The team.
And no matter how the galaxy tried to stop them, Anakin knew, somehow, they always would be.
