#skylin

[simshay]

You are not desperate enough for a rare ship until you are reading google translated fic from chinese

[unspuncreature]

anakin and ferus holding hands. why? who knows. punishment? dare? just because?

for @leafchan15, for being one of the very first people to cheer me on when i first created this account to post my work. thank you :’o)

[grumfield]

doodle of a certified glup shitto moment before bed and it’s terminal

[feruslands]

My sketch fanfic "Vader/Ferus"

For @la-sopa and @reconstructwriter , who inspired me to continue, and for everyone who loves "Vader/Ferus".

Warnings: rape

"Daddy Feri", part 4

Darth Vader really thought that if he found baby Leia, something important would change in his life. It seemed that if he found Leia, a miracle would happen. But a miracle happened in Ferus Olin's life since Leia Organa became his daughter. And this miracle saved the Jedi's life.

But in Vader's life, no miracle happened after meeting Leia. The Sith felt no kinship with the child. Leia was nothing to him. He didn't even have the desire to see her or communicate with her. Leia reminded him of who he was. Leia reminded him that Padme was dead. And she recognized another person as her father.

The noblest thing would be to set her free, rather than trying to make his daughter a means to an end. Darth Vader wasn't going to be noble. Soon he will begin to teach her the way of the Dark Side of the Force. He will need an adult Leia to help destroy Palpatine, or to retain power if he destroys Palpatine on his own. 

But still, Sith felt annoyed when he looked at her and realized that even outwardly this cute little girl looked like Olin. And if it hadn't been for the completed genetic test, he would even have doubted the information he extracted from Bail during the interrogation. Although Vader knew Organa wasn't lying, few people are capable of lying when flesh is burned with a lightsaber.

His daughter didn't get anything from Anakin Skywalker. She had beautiful dark eyes, rich brown hair, delicate white skin, and a beautiful aristocratic face like Padme's. It was only over the years that Padme gradually faded from his memory. And he realized that he no longer remembered her in great detail.

But the other man was here all the time, every time he returned to the Vjun, and Vader already remembered him to the smallest detail. Ferus Olin reminded him not of who he had once been, but of who he was now – the Overlord who decided the fate of Star systems. Every time Darth Vader saw his former rival, he was pleased to realize how powerful he had now become. He could at any moment, with a careless gesture, send this damned fool flying across the entire corridor, slam him into the opposite wall, and then drag what was left of him into the cell to forcibly possess him.

Complete permissiveness. That's what the Sith needed right now. Not talking to a useless little girl.

Thanks to the Dark Side of the Force, Olin's restrained emotions could easily be read as a lousy hidden panic. It happened all the time, in those moments when the Sith focused his attention on him. 

It made Vader want to just burst out laughing. The fear that this damn idiot felt turned him on quickly and easily.

"Hello there, princess", Vader smiled with anticipation when the silhouette of the Jedi appeared in the dimness of the prison corridor, "I've been waiting for you."

Vader stopped, blocking his way and greedily sated on those panicked emotions that the Jedi was very intensely trying to suppress.

All Jedi were such hypocrites and cowards.

Poor stupid Ferus tried to seem so calm and balanced, but there was a whole abyss of fear and despair inside him.  And this abyss caused Vader's inner hunger with even greater intensity. The Sith noted with satisfaction that the Jedi wanted to run away from him. But there was nowhere to run. He could have played catch-up with him and then dragged him out of any corner. But tonight he was too impatient, the Dark Side had already demanded violence, a lot and immediately!

And Vader roughly grabbed the prisoner by the shoulders, bringing him closer to himself.

“I'm going to fuck you now, do you mind?”, Vader asked mockingly before twisting his arm behind his back and slamming his face into the wall. At the last moment, Ferus managed to turn his head to avoid hitting his face into the wall. “Leia is sleeping”, he told Vader, hoping the wall was thick enough that the baby wouldn't wake up from hitting the wall. Vader only pushed him once more and pressed him against the wall with his body.

“Then you have to force yourself not to scream”, Vader hissed in his ear with a nasty sneer. Olin jerked violently and pulled away from the Sith's hands. The disgusting, mocking tone of the hoarse voice made him lose his temper. He knew perfectly well that Vader wasn't attacking with even half his might, but was just playing with him. But the Jedi lost his temper anyway. He knew that his retaliatory attack would be useless and even dangerous, but he lunged at Vader, throwing his arm forward to punch his fist into the cyborg's ugly snout. But the Sith intercepted his fist so quickly and easily, as if he knew exactly in advance. And he clenched his fist, not giving him the opportunity to escape. With his other hand, Vader grabbed the enemy by the throat, and clamped it as if with metal claws. Vader's face broke into a wide grin, an instant before he clenched his hand, crushing the Jedi's fist like paper, breaking his knuckles and fingers. Ferus wheezed from the terrible pain in his arm, he could barely see Vader anymore, his vision was gray from suffocation. He fell to his knees, and Vader was still strangling him and crushing his wrist bones.

When the Sith released him, Ferus fell flat on the floor.

 "If you dare to raise your hand against me again, you will be left without your hand, slave", he put his foot on the prisoner's hand, wringing his wrist, and listened to his groans and wheezes because of the pain. And then he easily lifted the Jedi's body off the floor, and threw it over his shoulder. Vader turned to carry him out of the hallway, but baby Leia was standing at the entrance of the next room. 

The baby ran out to the sounds of a struggle, although she promised Dad that she would never do it. She stared wide-eyed at her dad, hanging like a long towel on the shoulder of a huge monster in black armor. Her dad's arms hung limply, he did not move, only wheezed in pain.  She rushed forward towards the monster.

"Don't you dare hurt my dad!", Leia screamed in a very childish voice. Ferus turned his head with difficulty, wincing in pain. He was amazed at how much courage there was in this baby. Unfortunately, her courage could not help him now, it could only harm her.

"Don't stand in my way, girl, or you'll regret it", Vader rudely replied to her. He used the Force to push Leia back. The baby was blown back into the room. Fortunately, she did not fall, but the door closed behind her and was blocked by Vader's gesture. The Sith wasn't going to take her opinion into account. He came to take what he wanted and how much he needed. No one will stop him.

Ferus heard the little girl banging on the door with her fists. She screamed and cried and called for him.

"Daddy! Dad!...", this childish cry, muffled by the locked door, rang in his ears and tore apart his soul. But it was useless. The Sith had no concept of mercy. Vader dragged him into one of the cells. The doors obeyed his gestures and were blocked by a wave of the Sith's hand. Vader threw the Jedi to the floor like a garbage bag, and there roughly and quickly tore off his clothes. Ferus could see that the Sith was chuckling as he did this.

"Bitch!", Vader hissed, slapping the Jedi across the face. He liked to beat him, and he did not deny himself the pleasure. Vader leaned on top of the prisoner as he freed himself from the armor. He raped him for a long time, deliberately making their intercourse painful for the Jedi.

After all the violence, he immediately sent the Jedi to the medical unit so that the droids would heal his wounds and sew up his ass. Vader thought it would be ridiculous, if one of the most capable apprentices of the Jedi Order died like an animal from internal bleeding inside his ass.

[la-sopa]

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬

Gang. I like Skylin( Anakin Skywalker x Ferus Olin) as far as I can throw it. I think it’s cute. Enemies to lovers I dig it. It’s also highly improbable…

I love shipping is so random sometimes and sweet and funny.

Anyway here’s my rant on skylin( contains spoilers!, timeline talk)

One. It only realistically works when they’re padawans. Or if they’re both still Jedi. Not saying they can’t get it on for across the galaxy just considering they barely like each other it’s a little hard to see it. I feel, like the only way for them to learn to get along and fall in love is by (being force too) spend more time together. So for them to sustain and create a relationship I think this is there best chance.

Clones wars era could work also, if we still follow the time line considering Ferus left the order. Factoring in making Roan and Ferus friends to open the door to Ferus dating Anakin, or a poly couple(i feel like SkyFerLands is cute(I made that in the spot(I ate that))). I think it might not work as well factoring in messy emotions + a literal war. However I think it’s cute. Also they’ve both change a lot so I feel like they can be in the same room without biting the others head off

During the rein of the empire it cannot work. In my opinion. Ferus is a resistance leader, Anakin is Vader(jaw drop). Like… gulp! I think the fact if based if the LOTJ timeline in book 1 he tortures Ferus best friend and partner, Roan Lands, I don’t think he would be open to kissing Anakin(if anakin works for the empire). Also Anakin kills Roan… Ferus husband. I don’t think they would kiss after that.

Now still the empire, Anakins not part of the empire. Did he commit order 66? No, they can kiss. Yes, they cannot kiss. I will not be expanding on this idea… would you kiss the man who killed your whole family?

In conclusion, I highly key fuck with Skylin conditionally. I think we need some SkyFerLands…skylinds… we need more kissing!

[barmadumet]

Look! This chapter has skylin AND feri-wan moments 😃 …though the skylin moment is very obikin 🔥🙌

Chapter 11 A Strange Kind of Love is posted!

(and that’s miraculous bc I somehow managed this in the middle of the ao3 outage I was totally unaware of)

[faellain]

The Eldritch Solarpunk Isekai

Summary: Anakin wakes up in strangely colored dark forest after seemingly dying. But is everything as it seems as he discovers more about the past of this world? Better yet, can he do it without dying to one of the cults running around?

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when anakin wakes up, it's in a forest. which is, admittedly strange as he was certainly in a car just a minute ago. instead of city skyline, though, a canopy of trees with moss green trunks and midnight blue leaves hang above him. little silver starfruits hang above his head. at first, he thinks the odd coloring might be the result of a concussion, but when be lift his head to feel the back of it, there's no crack, blood, or bump to be found. it's not even sore.

through the trees, he can see that the sun is out, but beneath their shade it's almost night. above him, a starfruit sways and plops off the tree, bouncing off his stomach and rolling along the grass. another equally strange bit of flora, the grass is short, but soft as velvet. even in the shade, its teal hue is obvious. anakin plucks a blade of it, twirling the small grass between his fingers.

he takes a few deep breaths, trying to remember what happened. a soft ringing echoes in his ears, a terse frown prominent on his face as he pushes through the headache to his memories. 

/ /

“i take you in, i feed you, clothe you when no one else would and this is how you repay me?”

anakin hates him. disgust boils up inside his stomach like a witch's cauldron, bubbling over with dark magics. his adoptive father doesn't have to care any more. he has long since aged out of the system and, legally bound or not, anakin is not his son. there is nothing between them.

so why does dooku keep coming back?

“you didn't have to bail me out,” anakin reminds him, letting his head thunk against the tinted window of the jet back rolls-royce dooku had been favoring lately. all dooku bothers to do is scoff, slipping quickly into silence after.

new york's skyline creeps along in bumper to bumper traffic. honking horns scream into the already noisy city's atmosphere. next time, he'd go scrapping in staten island. being bailed out in manhattan during rush hour sucked. the cops might even look the other way on staten island. maybe give his prosthetic a sideways glance or sneer at his long hair, but anakin blended in there.

the best scrapping was in the bronx. anakin found the strangest things there. perhaps it was the age of the borough, it's old age seeping luck into the soil that let anakin find the parts he wanted to use for his latest creation or bit of fiddling. for now, he had to steer clear of the bronx. one too many arrests had put his poster up in the police department.

any scrapping would be delayed. if anakin knew surly old dooku, and he did, then his father was about to drag him out two and half hours to the catskills rather than make him stay in dooku's brooklyn two level high rise or pick up anakin's currently impounded powder blue 1992 mercury cougar that he'd bought for one thousand even. upon getting a good drive with her, he named her twilight. she was the only thing he owned besides the clothes he stored in her trunk and the bits and bobs of metal he played with in his pocket. when he had been arrested this time, the officer who pinned him broke his phone. an old pink motorola razr, it's worn hinge snapped the phone in half when anakin had been pushed to the ground. dirt had gotten up his nose, but all he could think about was the feeling of the snap followed by the crunch of his thigh decimating the rest of the phone.

“i want to go to the impound lot to get twilight,” he finally says to dooku’s disappointed silence that had been growing.

“i will not pay to free your death trap,” dooku replies, “we are going up to the mountains. you can earn some honest money doing handiwork and then we can go back and get it. or better, sell it and get you a better one.”

“twilight runs and she's warm in the winter,” he retorts. 

dooku goes uncomfortably quiet in his seat. being reminded that anakin lives out of his car always bothers him. it's why anakin brings it up— making dooku feel bad is at least a minor victory.

hesitation follows as dooku flexes his hands on the steering wheel, “we could always stay in the mountains. the handiwork is good there and i can do that— what's it called? telework?”

“you know i hate the fucking catskills,” anakin snarls at him, “and i’m not putting myself in a position where i owe you more than i already do.”

dooku bites right back, “you had every opportunity, but you insist on throwing everything away!”

“i came with a record and it was never going to go away!” anakin snaps, “don't act like i can just change my life.”

“you can. you just don't want to.”

indignation is a hell of a drug. and dooku had just injected it directly into anakin’s veins. anakin sucks in a breath to really scream, really lay into the reality of his life to this old man who thinks his shit doesn't stink when a deep, loud horn blares. red light glows at the top of the windshield. his head whips right. a semi-truck in the middle of the fucking city. and dooku is mid-blowing a red light. anakin slams his hands onto the wheel, trying to turn it up on the sidewalk.

“LOOK OUT!”

beneath the sound of the horn sounding a second time, anakin can hear dooku yelling at him not to grab the wheel. glass shattering comes next, but anakin can't hear after that. everything is dark.

/ /

if that was a car crash, then this is the weirdest hospital he's ever been in. long slow breaths are doing little to truly calm him down, but he can't do anything more than that. adrenaline and anxiety are forcing him into becoming a heavy weight, sinking into the velvet grass.

maybe it was some weird experimental hospital dooku had requested for emergencies. he doubted it, but that was a better thought than thinking he was in hell. because there was no way anakin skywalker was getting in heaven. purgatory at best.

he lifted his prosthetic hand, its 3d printed whiteness stark in this blue forest. while his arm had moved, the hand had not— out of battery. it was stuck in ‘holding a steering wheel’ position. a soft groan escaped him. he had just charged it! it was the only thing dooku had ever given him that he kept. 

anakin finally sits up, blood going cold at how abruptly realization hit him. no hospital would have left his prosthetic on. and there was no way, in reality, for him to end up in a forest when he was just in the urban jungle of new york city. especially one that was midnight blue with silver, sparkling starfruits. plus, if he was dead, why would he take his prosthetic with him and why would it be *out of battery*?

wherever he was, it was real.

“toto, i got a feeling we're not in kansas anymore,” he murmurs in an effort to make himself laugh. it doesn't work.

tree leaves could be a lot of of colors, but he was pretty sure the color of the night sky wasn't one of them. he let his hand wander parts of his skin, but he could tell he wasn't injured. even his legs, bare from the knee down in black cargo shorts, seemed fine. moving his joints, he stretched making sure he was okay. a long suffering sigh escapes him.

there was no way to determine north outside of what little glimpse he could get of the sun. at least the big yellow ball of light looked normal. its slow movement looked like a descent so anakin decided it was headed west. 

while he had never been a boy scout, anakin had run away before and knew how to orient himself. he quickly turned to his right. when in doubt, head north. as he did though, he saw something in the distance. through the leaves, shadows were moving. 

no. not shadows. coming toward him was a parade of figures, about ten in total, all wearing midnight blue cloaks that hid them among the leaves. beneath the cloaks all of them seemed to have silver clothes that glimmered from the inside if they caught the light. anakin's throat dried immediately, particularly feeling the arid weather infesting his flesh, cracking his esophagus. he had seen enough horror movies to know where this was going. 

south it fucking was then.

anakin takes off running in the opposite direction. a quick thought made him duck east under some low branches. old habits died hard. but he could still hear the footsteps behind him. looking back never got anyone anywhere, though. when you looked back, you slowed down and if you slowed down you got caught. despite the burn in his muscles, anakin pushes on. no way was he going from holding to wicker man victim. 

trees thin out as he runs. what would happen once he left the woods? would the figures stop at the edge or pursue? each beat of his heart was thunder roaring in his chest, pushing pulsating blood through his ears making him hear his heartbeat like a storm. running from cops or crooks was one thing, a cult was another. all he could do was press onward. he clearly hadn’t been too deep into the woods, but that didn’t mean he was anywhere near civilization. 

yet, he could never expect just what he would find at the edge of the forest– the edge of the world. 

anakin does his best to slide to a stop, but the dirt has little hold and a lot of give, especially in his old worn sneakers. a shout escapes him, turning his throat raw as he flails, falling over the side. another quick thought saves him. he turns, grateful suddenly that he’d been holding the steering as he’s able to get both of his arms on the edge of the world. his feet kick in the open air, eyes facing a white rim around the forest. wind whips at at him, threatening his grip as he grits his teeth to try and pull himself up. 

below him, when he looks quickly to see what falling would entail, is a vast expanse of dark, deep ocean. waves lap at a translucent… trunk of sorts that is supporting the forest. while it appears as a unified whole, when anakin squints, he notices that there are several pieces twisting together like a tight braid. he squeezes his eyes shut, pressing his head to the rim as he struggles. maybe he really shouldn’t have skipped the pull up bar days at school. 

“you fool!” he hears someone shout. 

if it’s dying or cult, anakin will take the cult. 

“help!” he shouts, trying to make sure the people know exactly where he is. he did not survive a car crash just to die by hitting an ocean a skyscraper’s height below him. 

two hands grab his own, a sigh of relief finally escaping him as he’s dragged up and over the edge of the forest. bruises form as his hips hit the band, but he couldn’t care less as he’s back on solid ground. he heaves, nearly tempted to wretch, as he pushes his hands against the still velvet, still very teal grass. thank fuck. oh, than fuck. 

“what is he wearing?” he hears one hooded figure ask. 

“what is on his arm?” another asks. 

anakin looks up at them. they are now the holders of his fate, after all. if he believed in anything, he’d be praying they weren’t serial killers. hopefully, they were just run of the mill hippies committing tax fraud or something. the hooded figure at the front, the one who had grabbed his hands was silent, looking at him skeptically, if the tilt from beneath the hood was anything to go by. 

that one’s cloak was different from the others. silver embroidery of the moon in different phases lined the edge of the hood and on the cuffs of the sleeves. despite its simplicity, it was beautiful to look at. still, the hoods did a good job of keeping the wearer’s face in shadow. anakin could see little more than the man’s chin, peeking out from the hood. maybe he really should start praying. 

“are you alright?” the figure asked. 

anakin nodded, “think so. you scared the shit out of me.” 

“that explains why you ran,” murmured the figure, who anakin figured might be the leader. 

that was when the leader removed his hood. slowly, it slipped away from his head. most likely, he had removed it to show anakin that he was just an ordinary person. yet, it only made anakin’s stomach bottom out. his breath shook as he stared up at the figure. lush brown hair spilled out as the hood came down, two bright blond-white locks hanging down at the front. the face was soft, but brought him no comfort. all he could do was wonder if his eyes were playing tricks on him. 

“ferus???” 

/ /

moving out of dooku’s home had been a godsend. able to finally be free of him, anakin felt lighter. there was a world of possibility at his fingertips. all he had to do was work around his record, find a job, and get his life on track. a fuck up was no longer who he had to be. he could be the man his boyfriend saw in him.

ferus olin was uppity and smart and didn’t take any of anakin’s shit. at first, he’d hated it. dealing with ferus made him want to scream. getting to know each other though, throughout high school, resulted in a mutual respect that grew into friendship that had blossomed into love. after all the shit he’d lived through, after dooku’s hollow gestures, he had someone who loved him. believed in him. saw the good no one else could see.

until, of course, that all fell apart too.

they had lasted a year. living together was very different than being high school sweethearts it seemed. despite his best efforts, anakin couldn’t get a job. scrapping was easy money, if illegal, and anakin was good at it. ferus was flabbergasted the first time anakin got arrested. they worked together to try and get anakin’s record expunged, but anakin knew they needed money. he thought he’d be more careful, but he’d gotten caught again. ferus didn’t give him a third chance.

“you don’t want to change. your grandfather’s right.” 

“you’re just like every other rich fuck who thinks that they know! god, what the fuck did i ever see in you?”

even as he slams down twilight’s trunk with a suitcase of clothes and toiletries, knowing ferus thinks he plans to go back to dooku when anakin knows he can never do that, he can still hear the echoes of a fight from months ago ringing in his ear. all he’d done was come to pick up the last of his stuff. but he can feel ferus’ eyes on him, watching him.

once they’re gone, anakin heaves a sigh of relief thinking that it’s over, that the chapter of this part of his book has ended. instead, as he’s about to climb into the driver’s seat, ferus slips out of the apartment building and stalks over to him, standing on the passenger side of the car. chilly air makes ferus tug a jacket tighter around his arms. 

“i still love you,” ferus tells him, “and if you do change, and i haven’t moved on, you know i’ll welcome you back with open arms.”

anakin frowns, “you think you’re so much better than me. you always have. i’m not your charity case.”

ferus shakes his head, “it’s not like that at all.”

“bullshit!” snaps anakin, throwing up his hands, “love is supposed to be unconditional! you’re not supposed to throw me out if you still love me.”  

“my love is unconditional,” he replies, the blond locks of his hair moving in the slight breeze, “but i love myself too. and i have to do what’s right for me.”

anger rears up like a bucking horse inside anakin. he feels like he could blaze as hot as the sun, melt ferus alive. instead, he bangs his fist on twilight’s hood, leaving a dent that he’ll have  to bang out later. his ex-boyfriend jolts at the sudden violence. while the anger doesn’t go away, the reaction makes anakin settle a bit, resorting to harsh glares and frowning.

“you’re selfish then,” anakin tells him, “and i hope you regret making me leave.”

when he slams the door closed behind him, he doesn’t look at ferus in his rearview. looking back makes you slow. it gets you caught. instead, he looks forward. in the four years since that day, anakin has not once returned to queens. he doesn’t dare. ferus could always be anywhere in the city, but queens had been the home of his love and his happiness. two many good memories turned sour there. just stepping over the borough line felt like trudging into solid, spoiled milk. there was no good man ferus saw, after all, just the man anakin pretended to be for him. anakin was anakin. that was that.

[ayeforscotland]

Came across the purest distillation of when games meet real politics.

Cities Skylines 2 recently updated where the developers ‘fixed’ the ‘high rent issue’ by removing landlords from the game and changing how rent is calculated.

Which is kinda antithetical to the whole realistic city building sim vibe they’re going for. Devs shouldn’t be duck out because they managed to simulate capitalism too closely.

[duck-in-distress]

I'm listening

Okay listen

1. Any AU where Anakin isn't a Jedi is probably one where Ferus still is

2. Any AU where Anakin and Ferus are still in contact is one where they have hate sex or at least angry makeouts

3. Any AU where both are true is one where Anakin is so interested in shutting up this stupid stuffy sophisticated snobby sexy Jedi with his mouth

[hunter-rodrigez]

Fuck Unity (The game engine, not the concept)

They want up to TWENTY CENTS per game install, once you reach a certain number of installs.

TWENTY CENTS

Just imagine, 100 people install your game and you suddenly owe Unity 20 fucking dollars. Chances are, you haven't even made that much in profits from 100 sales.

It's time for unity to fucking die. How fucking dare they demand royalties from game devs for an engine THAT ISN'T EVEN FREE?

In case you don't know, here's a list of a few bigger games that use the Unity engine:

Hollow Knight

Rimworld

Subnautica

Pokemon Go

Cities: Skylines

Rust

Hearthstone

Pillars Of Eternity

Cuphead

[feruslands]

"Daddy Feri", part 10

My sketch fanfic for @reconstructwriter and @la-sopa who inspired me to continue this long, dark story, and for everyone who loves "Vader/Ferus" (later Anakin/Ferus)

Warnings: cruelty

Darth Vader bowed before the holographic figure of Palpatine.

"Did you really think I wouldn't find out?" The Sith was smiling nastily, as if he had read his mind. "You stupid fool. You can't hide anything from me. "

"Master…"

"You're a lying coward. Is this your gratitude for the power I gave you?" Palpatine asked. Vader only hoped that Palpatine's awareness of his captives would end with the knowledge of the girl's existence, but Sidious quickly dashed his hope.

"Bring this child and the Jedi to me immediately. I'm waiting for you."

It was a complete failure. Vader did not believe in the omnipotence and absolute awareness of the Master. Someone was spying for the Emperor.

"I obey, my Master."  Vader said obediently, and Sidious cut the connection.

Soon, his Star Destroyer appeared in orbit of the Vjun. The captain of the ship contacted Vader, he reported that he was sending a transport vehicle and a group of people for Vader to help transport people.

When a transport shuttle landed on the platform in front of the fortress, Vader ordered the arriving stormtroopers to transport his prisoners to the Destroyer. Everything was done as always, accurately and quickly, under his supervision.

Vader pondered for a long time what was the best thing for him to do.  If he gives Leia to Palpatine, then maybe Olin will lose his child. And Olin will be left without what Vader himself is deprived of. That would be good. But Leia without a connection to the Force would obviously not be of any interest to Sidious. But Olin... he was unlucky.

Undoubtedly, it would be useful for Olin to receive a few lightning strikes from Palpatine. But it will end quickly because the Emperor will kill the stupid, stubborn Jedi. Suddenly, the thought of giving up the old enemy to die seemed unwelcome to Vader.

Or even unacceptable?

But why? Darth Vader didn't know the answer. He only realized for sure that he no longer wanted and could not follow Palpatine's will. The man who had always used him almost like a slave.

The hatred of Sidious that rose in him made Vader feel very tired, as if he himself had lived for more than half a century, and all this time he was a slave on a leash from his master. His vile memory made him think of Obi-Wan again, and Vader forced the damned traitor out of his mind.

"Woe to you, Obi-Wan! I will find you at any cost, after I get rid of the Emperor."

Previously, even the thought of beating Palpatine would have seemed unthinkable and ridiculous to him, but now he thought differently.

Vader knew that the solution was somewhere nearby, the Force was telling him what needed to be done. And he was intently searching for the only correct answer to the main question in these clues - how to deceive someone who cannot be deceived? The one who is the genius of deception himself?

And the Sith realized that now he really had a chance. Leia would give him that chance.

But is he willing to risk Leia's life, use her as a bargaining chip, in order to get rid of the Emperor once and for all? To his surprise, it didn't seem like a difficult choice.

The moment Vader could easily answer "yes" to himself, he felt that he had become equal to his Master. And he will surpass him when they meet or he will just find his death there.

There was triumph and steadfastness in the Force. The Sith was especially acutely aware of this, as if the Force itself was on his side. This means that the Dark Side will help its Chosen One to recognize a tiny but most important moment and take advantage of it.

And then he will win.

**

Ferus was imprisoned in a cell on the Destroyer. The Jedi looked helpless, and he fought against this state of weakness in order not to actually lose consciousness. His hands were tied together and fixed on the wall. He was almost lying on a chair and did not move, hoping that someone from the guard would come up to check on his condition. But no one came to his cell for hours. The prisoner's vital signs were read by a tiny device attached to his neck. It was enough to have an idea of his current state of health.

Thanks to the Force, the Jedi was able to hear the conversation of two stormtroopers behind the wall, and learn that the destination is Coruscant.  Why is Vader taking him there? Ferus didn't understand a damn thing that was going on, and it made him very anxious. He only knew perfectly well that meeting Palpatine would mean a fatal outcome for any Jedi. He needs to get out of this prison by any means necessary, and save Leia.

The ship suddenly jerked, as if it had fallen into a small pit. At the moment of a sharp jolt of the whole ship, a tiny sensor monitoring vital signs jumped off the Jedi's neck and fell to the floor. Fortunately, the guards finally noticed him.  When the stormtrooper entered the cell, Ferus still did not move, he did not react to either slaps or kicks. After making sure that the prisoner had a weak pulse, the stormtrooper was only going to return the sensor to its place and leave until new orders were received about the prisoner.

A small sensor, like a button, lay on the floor near the Jedi's feet. The stormtrooper bent down to pick up the sensor, but the tiny device slipped between his clumsy fingers. He took the heavy blaster aside and squatted down. A strange detail caught his attention. The glowing wire that connected the prisoner's ankles had been torn from its fastener. The Stormtrooper hadn't even had time to feel uneasy about it yet. He realized too late that he was a victim of the prisoner's treachery. The glowing wire abruptly wrapped around the guard's neck and began to strangle him. The helmet flew off to the side. The stormtrooper lost his balance and collapsed on the prisoner, who grabbed him in a clamp like a claw. He tried to free himself, but the prisoner turned out to be too agile and incredibly flexible. The stormtrooper struggled with the prisoner, he grabbed the wire with both hands, trying not to let himself be strangled, but that was the prisoner's intention. Ferus took advantage of the moment and kicked his opponent in the head, knocking him unconscious.

The stormtrooper's body went limp and fell to the floor. Ferus used the Force to quickly pull out the combination key and open the lock that held his hands and freed himself from the bonds as quickly as possible. At the moment when the guard's partner entered the cell, Olin forcefully pulled the enemy forward, and grabbed him in a chokehold with his hands, not even allowing him to scream.

**

The Star Destroyer slipped out of hyperspace, near Coruscant, but instead of approaching the planet, the ship slowed down.

Darth Vader felt the approach of his Master. Although it was unexpected, he still remained cool and balanced like never before.

"Who allowed you to stop here and turn off the engines?" Vader said rudely to the captain, who was nervously pacing past the control panel.

The captain stopped. He stood straight in front of Vader.

"The order was to come to these coordinates and stop here, awaiting further orders."

"Whose orders are you waiting for, Captain? I am the commander of this ship."

"This is… The Emperor's direct order was received. I couldn't ignore him. "

"And you decided not to even tell me about it?"  Vader asked. He was looking out the wide-paneled porthole at Palpatine's fleet.

The captain was too young, he hesitated under the harsh pressure of Vader and did not find the answer.

"I won't need you anymore, Captain. Call your deputy and hand over the command."

"Are you trying to remove me from command? Because of such a small thing?" he exclaimed with perplexity and indignation.

His question remained unanswered, Vader had already descended a couple of steps and was rapidly moving towards the elevator, his dark cloak flapping widely behind him.

"But you don't have such authority! Just not on this mission, until we deliver the important ‘cargo’ to the Emperor."

The captain's raised, slightly shrill voice made Vader stop. Frankly speaking, he didn't care about all these insignificant careerists, but still...

"And the Emperor would never approve of it." The young captain added. He was scared when he realized that he had attracted too much of Vader's attention.

"How can a nobody like you know what exactly the Emperor will approve?"

"I... I'm just someone who does an excellent job." The Captain was able to pull himself together and regained his composure.

"Really?" Vader returned to the bridge.

And then his suspicions turned into complete certainty. He touched the Force and the Dark Side allowed him to see through a heart that was greedy and corrupt.

"You were spying on me and reporting me to the Emperor, weren't you?" Vader didn't ask, he claimed. "There are no other reasons why you were appointed to such a high post, because you are still incompetent, just as you were on the day you got this position."

Fear crept into the Imperial imperceptibly, but swiftly.

"It's not true! I'm...I'm good enough, and I've earned my place..." he saw that his weak attempts to justify himself could not soften Vader and he decided to give in, hoping that it was not too late. "Well, I'm handing over command, since you require it. But no matter what you think of me personally, you must understand that the Emperor considers me a particularly valuable subordinate."

The captain took the code cylinder out of his breast pocket to hand it to his deputy.

"There is one aspect that you did not take into account when you joined this spy game. The Emperor will not grieve over your corpse, because you have always been just an expendable item for him, as you have now become for me."

The code cylinder touched the palm of the first deputy, and the ex-captain clutched his throat. He was suffocating and couldn't even scream. The man fell to the floor, looking at his commander with horror and hatred.

Vader strangled him, trying to make his last moments especially painful.

"I hope you won't let me down like your predecessor," Vader told the new captain.

Killing the rotten informer gave him satisfaction. Vader stepped over the corpse as the Emperor's shuttle landed in the Devastator’s main hangar.

When the droids placed the dead body on the corpse truck, Vader had already gone to get Leia. It was time for both of them to meet Darth Sidious.

**

As soon as Ferus got out of the cell, he immediately rushed to find his daughter. The scariest thing was that he did not feel her presence, and he was struck by the terrible assumption that Leia had stayed on the Vjun. She really wasn't in the neighboring cells.

"Damn it!" Olin cursed.

The Jedi checked all the prison cells, but they were all empty. Vader did not keep prisoners on his ship, he got rid of any prisoners very quickly. Olin jumped out of the prison block and hurried forward, trying to hide and go around the corridors. The Jedi understood that very soon it would be discovered that the prisoner had escaped and then they would rush to find him. And he tried to move faster, but unnoticeably.

"Leia!" he called her through their connection, but there was no answer.

Ferus was immersed in the Force, but he felt only darkness around him, not Leia. Fear for Leia made his heart ache. And he was afraid that he would waste his time here, and would not take a step closer to his daughter.

He didn't know what to do, look for her here, or try to escape from the ship. Doubts tore at him, but he decided that he would not leave until he found his daughter or made sure that she was not here.

"Leia, I'm coming for you," Ferus repeated to himself, and thoughts of his daughter gave him courage. He began to search for her in the Force again, and moved forward along the corridor. He took another step and froze in horror.

"No! Anything but that!" Ferus felt this eerie presence of Darkness. It was the epitome of Ancient Evil, made of flesh and blood. Panic seized him.

In the confusion, the Jedi tried to disguise himself in the Force. Olin didn't even know if he had succeeded, or if the omnipresent Darkness could reach him at any point.

 "Leia, please!" he shouted again over the mental link and ran forward like a madman, hoping it wasn't too late.

**

Finding himself in the same elevator with Leia, Vader felt doubts. He knew that it was too late to hesitate when a decision had already been made. But it was still difficult for him to act in this way. He reminded himself that none of his doubts were worth a single credit right now.

He felt a momentary weakness, because it was hard for him to destroy this small family, such strong bonds of father and adopted daughter. But he had done this many times before, when he was condemning someone to death. What's the matter now?

If he fails, then it doesn't matter if Leia is still alive, because he himself will be gone. And after that, even if the whole galaxy ceases to exist, it won't matter anymore.

"We will meet with the Emperor soon."  He told Leia, "He's the most powerful Sith in the galaxy."

Leia didn't say anything. The little girl stared at the closed elevator doors in front of her.

"You have to be reasonable and cool-headed when talking to him."  Vader continued.

Leia remained emotionlessly silent, not showing in any way that she was interested in what she had just been informed about.

"I guess I don't even need to add 'otherwise Ferus will get hurt'? "

Leia finally turned her head in his direction and looked up. It was not a childish look for such a young face.

"I get it." She replied dryly. She stared at the elevator doors again. 

Vader knew he was lying to her. After meeting Palpatine, Ferus will suffer in any case. He easily suppressed the unpleasant feeling of this deception. It was nothing compared to the fact that he was seriously going to risk her life.

They got out of the elevator and walked to the main hangar. The Emperor, surrounded by the scarlet guards, was already waiting for them.

Vader stopped a few steps away from Palpatine and knelt. Leia remained standing to the side of the kneeling cyborg in armor and looked up.

In front of her stood a tall man in expensive dark scarlet robes. A large hood covered his head and forehead. This man seemed old and scary to her, and the irises of his eyes were an unnatural acid yellow color. Those frightening eyes stared at her, not allowing her to look away.

And she felt creepy. It seemed to her that the Ancient, Primordial Evil was looking at her.

"So, Darth Vader," the Emperor announced solemnly. His voice was nasty, hoarse, like a dead man rising from the grave, but also resonant and with clear diction, "you finally brought this child to me."

"Yes, my Master." Vader confirmed without getting up from his knee, and without raising his head.

"Good," Palpatine said with satisfaction. His face broke into a smile. He looked at Leia for a while, as if he expected something specific from her. But suddenly, his smile abruptly disappeared, and signs of puzzlement appeared on his face.

"But I don't feel any connection to the Force in her."  The Emperor said indignantly.

"That's right, Master. Her connection to the Force had faded. " Vader confirmed.

The Sith's lips tightened in annoyance, and he plunged into the Force, trying to recognize the deception. After that, Palpatine turned his attention to Vader.

"As you already know, Master, she is indeed the daughter of the Chosen One. But she doesn't have the same abilities." Vader explained.

The Emperor did not feel the lie again. He stared at Leia intently.

"Who are you, child?" The Emperor asked her.

Leia became even scarier. But she knew that she had to be brave like her dad, even if she was going to die soon.

"My name is Leia Organa Olin. "

Darth Sidious stared at her. The force was calm, and there was nothing about this child that could be useful to him. The daughter of the Chosen One had no connection with the Force. What an abomination!

"How did this happen?" Palpatine demanded of Vader. "She couldn't have been born with such disgusting flaw!"

"Yes. But her potential at birth was too ordinary to manifest itself in her. Before I arrested Bail Organa, he gave this child to Ferus Olin, who had been living secretly in the basement of the palace for a year. Olin adopted her and ran away from Alderaan, taking her with him. They had wandered through different worlds for a long time in search of refuge, but all this time the Jedi had not been engaged in the development of her abilities. Perhaps he immediately realized that her abilities were quite mediocre and convinced her that the potential for Force was not important. And over time, her connection to the Force thinned until it left her completely. I think it happened because she didn't want to be a Force-user herself. "

There was silence all around, broken only by Vader's breathing. There was still a sense of calm in the Force. Only Vader could feel his heart beating too loudly.

"That's disgusting." Darth Sidious finally said with undisguised dislike, "Tell me, child, is this true?"

Such a conversation made Leia feel so tiny and insignificant.

"Yes. " She replied.

Now Palpatine looked at her like she was trash and chuckled. He became openly disappointed.

"Now everything is clear." Palpatine summed it up. "So that's why you brought her to me so easily. This child has no Force. It's a pitiful sight."

Leia flinched at these words. The Emperor was discussing her as if she were a defective item put up for inspection on the market.

The Emperor leaned towards her, so that his frightening face became even closer.

"Tell me, child, do you know that your foster father Ferus Olin was once a Jedi?"

"Yes." Leia replied again. She didn't understand very well who the Jedi were, but she'd learned perfectly well that the Sith was synonymous with insidious Evil. 

"So tell me, how could he bear the fact that his child has such a negligible potential for Force sensitivity?"

"I...I don't know. I think it doesn't matters to my dad."

"Doesn't matter? Do you even realize that your father spent many years roaming the galaxy to hide and grow such a defective and useless thing like you?" The Emperor asked rudely. Leia couldn't feel the Darkness gathering around them, but she could see from the Emperor's distorted face that his irritation was growing.

And these words of the Emperor stung her painfully, but she looked boldly at the Sith.

"My dad doesn't think I'm defective! He loves me for nothing… "

Palpatine looked at her with open disgust.

"Stupid kid. No matter what your precious father thinks of you, if you don't have Force, you're absolutely useless. Unlike him…"  Darth Sidious's wrinkled face broke into a smile at the last words. And in that hideous mockery, Leia read the fate in store for her.

Palpatine immediately lost all interest in her, he turned to Vader and gave a short order.

"Execute her!"

Leia froze. She realized that the black-armored monster was about to get rid of her. And then the two of them would start torturing her poor dad. She heard Vader's voice and squeezed her eyes shut at the words.

"I obey you, my Master." Vader got up from his knee and took a step towards Leia, and at the same time standing a little closer to the emperor, "But maybe it would be better if Ferus Olin obeyed your order?"

[la-sopa]

This is so skylin (Anakin x Ferus) I can’t even explain it

[barmadumet]

How about Approval for the wip word search

Oooo I like it. This is from a MUCH later, unposted chapter in A Strange Kind of Love

"You're not mad?"

"Now how could I be mad?" Obi-Wan croons.

"Well, because I hid it from you, and I probably broke about a dozen different Jedi rules. . . Ferus would've never approved," Anakin adds slyly as he transfers to Ferus' hold while Obi-Wan is laughing again.

"So, I followed the rules!" Ferus fusses. "Was that such a bad thing??" he gripes.

"No," Anakin says plainly as he nuzzles Ferus with his nose from cheek to chest.

Thank you, Pal! 😊

Here is the proof that all that slow burn will eventually pay off 😍

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Florence, Italy (by Miguel Prego)