I'm not ready!

Behind him, Vader heard his daughter securing the door.

"What do you want?" the elf asked, clearly beginning to sweat.

"Last night, players from your camp staged an attack on the city to the south. One of my companions hangs onto life by a string and the other, a dark elf was kidnapped," Vader said.

"We were sent orders for an attack, yes. But there was no mention of a kidnapping," the elf said.

"Understand this, I've currently no outright desire to harm you. However, if you prove... unhelpful, I've no outright distaste for pain and bloodshed," Vader said, taking a step closer.

"I, on the other hand do have an outright desire to harm you," Morganna declared, pushing past her father. "I was ambushed by your worthless assassins this morning. I killed them, of course. But their blood soiled my tunic. Now, either you tell me where in Corruptus's name the elf is, or I'll show you the true meaning of-!"

"Daughter," Vader said, laying a hand on her shoulder. Then, turning back to the elf, "I will not hold her back."

"Please, you have to believe me! No one here was responsible for your friend's kidnapping. Rebel command must have sent someone directly," he said.

"Let me guess, you don't know where to find them. Who does?" Morganna said.

"The only ones who do are the wizards who manage the portals and they-," he was cut off as a fighter class player barged in.

"Cap, a pair of the new recruits are causing a fuss," he said even as the door was opening.

"Help!" the elf cried, diving for the exit.

Vader cracked him upside the head while Morganna disemboweled the fighter.

"Hey! What's going on in there?" two more PCs called in unison.

"So much for the diplomatic approach, father," Morganna said.

"I never was one for talking," Vader replied, drawing his sword.

"So mother told me," she replied. "Shall we?"

His new power armor was lighter, lending him greater agility as the dread knight barreled out into the crowd of armed players. But they were all so low-level that it was hardly worth the effort.

"By the power of Grayskull!" he bellowed, stabbing his sword into the heavens and calling forth a shower of lightning.

A few died, but most were stunned. Those that escaped unscathed simply ran. Except for a man and a woman, naked, who stumbled out of a barracks, weapons drawn.




"Is this it? Am I dead?" Niko asked aloud as she wandered aimlessly through a foggy abyss.

A miserable, pointless existence...

A nondescript, inglorious end...

"Alright, I guess I'm ready to move on," she said.

"You lie to yourself, child... But you cannot lie to the lord of corruption," a low voice whispered through the fathomless mists.

"Shit! Shit-shit-shit! Master, where are you?" Niko cried, tripping backwards.

The voice laughed, doing nothing to ease her terror.

"Child of pain and anguish, you live yet. But the last grains of life slip through the hourglass as we speak. Call out my name, as you well know it, and pledge your soul to my schemes! Do so, and I will breathe life back into your tortured body," the voice commanded.

"I- Fuck it! I'm not ready! I'm not fucking ready! Corruptus! Corruptus, I pledge my sould to you!" she screamed.

And then the ruinous powers of the dark side flowed into her and she felt her heart beat anew. Her eyes opened and she sat up, causing the nearby nurse to faint.

"Shit, I got some revenge to fucking get!" she said and hopped down.


Five minutes later

"Glenn! Don't you fuckers leave without me! Where's Cyndel? Boy do I have a story for her," Niko screamed, chasing the Fellowship on a 'borrowed' horse.

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