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darth_skywalker (darth_skywalker) wrote in toboldlyrpg,
@ 2017-05-02 20:12:00

Entry tags:

darth vader / anakin skywalker | star wa, seven of nine | star trek: voy

Who: Seven of Nine and Darth Vader
Where: Med Lab
When: Later that evening
What: Vader wakes up.
Rating: We'll say high just because there may be mentions of violence.
Status: Ongoing | Closed

Blackness. There was nothing but blackness, just silence, and nothing, save but a tiny sound that was inaudible at first, but slowly began to grow. Creeping into the nothingness, the sound came from a long distance away, but seemed to get closer, and closer, then it began to make sense. It sounded almost as if it were coming from under water, muffled, but there were voices, definitely voices. Then there was a beeping, a comfortable beeping that echoed but didn't disrupt. Then finally light. Light pierced the blackness, a thin line forming in the center of the blackness and slowly working its way open, further and further, a tear in the current reality. And a moment later the light streamed in, replacing blackness, and the man began to realize he was... waking up.

It was slow at first, the realization, but it did come eventually. He was alive. When his eyes began to focus, he noted the glass in front of him. He heard his deep, labored, assisted breathing. The mask was back on, it was functioning. Then there was that familiarity, the Force, he almost had to reach for it as if it'd left him, but it felt alien, distant, wrong. Ah, the Light. It edged around the edges of the Dark Side, but both filled him, like taking a first breath, and everything began to flood back into his mind. The Emperor, Luke, the Death Star was exploding around him. He'd just saved his son. He was dying.

He heard more beeping, the computers were telling people he was waking up. There were others around, most not paying attention to him; yet there was one nearby. There were many more presences, he could sense them, distant, but all in the same vicinity. Light, confusion, anger, pain, fear, it was all there, in so many different people. There were Jedi, and there were others. How could there be Jedi? He felt out for Luke, stretched into his feelings for him, he felt something familiar to Luke, but it was brighter, stronger, more fierce, older. Odd.

Knowing he'd soon be descended upon by someone, he checked himself. Lifting his hand, he noted it was missing still. No pain though, really. He stared at the mess of wires where his stump was, where his hand used to be, and he flashed back to the battle. Luke cutting it off, so close to succumbing to the Dark Side. Then overcoming it, stronger than Anakin ever had been, stronger than Vader was. The large male then began to sit up. He wasn't restrained? He should have been. Was he 'rescued' by the Empire? No. This was different, the protocol would have been different.

Finally Vader sat up fully, looking around him at the equipment and instruments around him. This was not anything he was familiar with. He looked to his other hand, still there. He clenched it into a fist. He looked at the monitoring equipment around him. He glared from beneath the helmet, the Force with him.

He should have been dead.

"What is the meaning of this?" He offered to anyone who would listen, but no one in particular, "Where am I? I demand answers."

The anger stirred within him. That darkness, he'd felt it dissipate in the presence of Luke, when he destroyed the Emperor, but it was still there; clawing, tearing, biting at him. It wouldn't leave without a fight. He wanted to grasp onto that anger, it was the only emotion he'd ever known besides hate. No lightsaber, without a hand, these people thought they could hold Darth Vader?

And then he began to stand, his brain feeling woozy, but the Force was working quickly to refocus him. He'd not be out for long.

...He should have been dead.

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borg
2017-05-07 08:20 pm UTC (link)

"Yes." Seven looked up from the console attached to his biobed that she'd been working at, her hands stilled. She met the gaze beneath that helmet, unperturbed by his daunting presence. "That is precisely what I imply. For reasons presently unknown to us, the Enterprise is on the receiving end of a pandimensional anomaly. Travelers from across space, time, and other realities are now taking up residence aboard the ship until a proper conclusion can be reached. I, myself, am from another time — a future variant to the one we are in now."

Her gaze dropped then, the fingers of both hands dancing across the controls. "The medical and technological capabilities of this era are crude and inefficient. You are fortunate I was aboard and able to make the necessary modifications required for your repairs."

To which, the rest of his armor (and his hand) were currently still under repair. She would see to their return in due time.

"I will see what I can do about an audience with Skywalker and the captain, however," she paused again, looking up at him once more, "I must inform you that many of the individuals present aboard this vessel have expressed apprehension and concern for your presence on the Enterprise. I do not share their fears."

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darth_skywalker
2017-05-07 09:12 pm UTC (link)

Which was also why he wasn't currently dead. A new dimension, and this woman having the ability, and intelligence, to keep him alive. She was resourceful, and Vader took a moment to note that. Her lack of fear in him would make her a good ally, but not necessarily a good servant. He figured, though, that her lack of fear resulted simply in not knowing him all that well.

When she mentioned that others feared him, a quiet moment overtook the Dark Jedi. He felt, for a moment, the hollow pang in his heart that had begun to take a stronger hold ever since he'd met his son. A feeling that had been in him since he'd turned, helping to kill Mace Windu, destroy the Jedi, and when he'd killed his wife. The guilt had, probably, always been there he supposed. The problem being, of course, the Dark Side and his anger had always overruled it. Now, it was almost as loud.

Still, the emotions were kept to himself, thankful once again for a suit that hid his features from those around him. He was currently in an unknown situation, it was best to keep all his cards close to his chest, "They are wise to fear me, I have done plenty to warrant that fear." Whether he was bragging or shameful, was hard to tell in the deep, robotic voice of the helmet.

"What do I call you?" He offered, looking to her, "You are part of the medical team?"

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borg
2017-05-08 01:10 am UTC (link)

"You are not the only one," she said simply, opting to leave it at that for the time being. "No, I am not a part of the medical team. However, I am the resident expert on advanced cybernetics. My knowledge was vital to your survival. You may call me Seven of Nine."

And while she was the expert, she certainly wasn't the only one with extensive knowledge of cybernetics or the complex circuitry of his suit. Tony Stark and Lieutenant Dax had been instrumental in their efforts, and she appreciated the assistance they were able to provide. Their efforts, combined with Doctor McCoy's medical expertise, had ultimately saved this man's life. Had they not tended to him, he surely would have died shortly after his arrival.

In fact, Seven was almost certain he actually did in his timeline, judging from what those on the communications network had to say.

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darth_skywalker
2017-05-13 05:19 am UTC (link)

"Seven of Nine, an interesting moniker. A designation?" Vader offered in that hollow voice, staring at her through the dark lenses of his helmet, trying to get a read on the girl that was obviously far less emotional than most humans. He wondered if she was more robot than human at this point.

He looked at his body, "It may have been wise to have left me dead, I am a dangerous individual," He admitted, scared that the Dark Side would eventually take hold again. It always won out, it would seem.

"Though I suppose appreciation is in order for your work. Should I have a chance, you will be amply rewarded."

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borg
2017-05-13 10:06 pm UTC (link)

"Yes," she said, pleasantly surprised that he had accurately assumed that it was a designation and not necessarily a name. "It is an abbreviated form of my full designation: Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix Zero-One. My crew found it to be a 'mouthful,' and I agreed upon the shortening after rejecting their request to use my human name."

That girl was an innocent, free of guilt and unmarred by the technologies implanted throughout her body. She was not. Annika Hansen was gone.

Pausing in her ministrations once more, Seven looked up at him. "Perhaps, but I know what it's like to be a...danger to those around you, to be feared, to be better off dead. Regardless of your past transgressions, it would not have been right to allow you to perish when I was capable of repairing you. Irrelevant death serves no purpose."

His statement, however, made her wonder if the crew would have treated her so kindly if she'd arrived here in her fully (or near-) assimilated state, disoriented and inconsolable after having been disconnected from the Collective so abruptly. Would they have assisted her, or tossed her out an airlock like the rest of her subunit had been?

"Your offer is appreciated, but a reward is not required."

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