Minds like Machines Who: Vader/Anakin (he's not quite sure) and Gabriel Gray What: Tech talk Where: MacArthur Park When: after the duel with Jaina Rating: PG Status: Ongoing
Once he'd gotten back to the penthouse, he'd been in conflict with himself. The part of him that was Darth Vader was enraged, furious at leaving the Jedi behind without finishing her. The part that was Anakin Skywalker was enraged, furious at leaving his granddaughter in such a state. He tossed the lightsabers on the bed, and then stared at the thing he was still holding.
Jaina's hand.
He started to fling it aside, but then stopped and placed it gently upon a bookshelf before throwing his arms, kicking up a silent, and undignified tantrum as the warring parts of his psyche fought for dominance. In the end, he'd sat down, worn out, and asked for assistance. His arm needed repair.
A short time later, Anakin left the penthouse, picking up the lightsabers and attaching them to his belt before heading for MacArthur Park. He was Anakin now. For the moment. He knew his own arm needed repair. But Jaina needed a new limb. He could use Gabriel Gray's aid in constructing one for her. The rudimentary tools this planet possessed weren't suited to Anakin's needs and knowledge, but he felt confident that he would learn quickly how to make up for the inferior tools. He had always been good at adapting.
He found the spot he'd discussed with Gabriel, and waited.