WHO: Jacen Solo, Anakin Skywalker and any and all helpless passerby
WHERE: rooftop LA
WHEN: dusk
RATING: TBD
STATUS: thread; in-progress
Jacen jumped from rooftop to rooftop, using his Force powers to gap the massive distances and prevent himself from falling to his death. His Force aura was undetectable; he had drawn into himself so much that so far as the Force was concerned, he didn't exist. He wanted every advantage he could get when he confronted his grandfather.
Jacen could be honest with himself. He was furious. His sister had gotten hurt, had lost her hand and her lightsaber, to their grandfather. To the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Vader. It was frustrating to the point of knife-edge rage.
He had been homing in on his grandfather's Force aura for a while now. At least, he thought it was Vader's. It had so much power pouring out that he couldn't think of anyone else who it could belong to.