ECSNorway Wrote:---I'd read that fic. Yup I would and love every second of its crackishness. Extra points if there is a solid reason why he can't simply blow through all of the ZNT baddies
As the smoke cleared, Louise Francoise le Blanc de la Valliere stared in shock at the figure that had appeared in response to her summons.
It seemed to be a man, in general shape. Quite tall, over six feet she was sure, it towered over everyone there in the heavy black armor that it wore. The breastplate was studded with odd decorations, some of them even seemed to light up - magic, she wondered? The most frightening aspect, though, was the helmet, skull-like mask covering the face beneath the black dome. Its breath was quite audible, laborious and harsh, through the triangular grill that covered the mouth.
Then it stepped forward, and as she tensed to leap back, it sank to one knee before her.
Its voice was deep, masculine, stentorian. Slightly accented - slightly Albionish, she thought, but as badly affected as the figure's breath.
"What is thy bidding, my master?"
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I do confess when I got to the skull faced helm bit I thought it was a Space Marine Chaplain, but then the triangular grill is rather distinctive and I went.... Oh. HIM.
Back on topic though. I think I'd like to see Vader out of the Star Wars context. With no Jedi to hate and no Emperor to push him around what would he do in that situation?
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