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I just had a random thought: As long as a force-sensitive person's body is still present in the galaxy, their "presence" will remain with it until it is fully decomposed. This is why jedi burn their dead, so that their friends can live on in the force instead of decaying alongside their physical bodies. The Empire preserved Luminara's corpse because they knew that other jedi would sense her presence clinging to her body, therefore come to rescue her because they would think she was still alive.

That makes... a horrible amount of sense ghghghkgdhs.

I’ve fallen in love with @t4tmareach‘s AU for Danny Phantom Luigi, you can find the fic here

Just Luigi with ghost powers is too cool

So I had to draw fanart

Also Polterpup is here too because hes a good boy and deserves to be Luigi’s sidekick in spooky heroism

fool's gold

part 2, with part 1 included :)

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“It cannot be stressed enough how dangerous this news is.”

General Madine leveled a flat glare towards the Rebels, who were nodding thoughtfully. Luke wanted to scream. “It appears we as the Alliance have a new enemy—an unknown enemy, one who has yet to strike, but one who will clearly be formidable. After all, look at his father.”

Yeah, huh, what must that be like? Having Vader as a father? Of all the—

“It is our understanding that not even the Empire knows the identity of Vader’s child. Whoever they are, they’ve been kept well under wraps. Obviously, if their identity were to be revealed, they would be in extreme danger. It’s no wonder Vader hasn’t advertised their existence. Being his offspring would come with a myriad of built-in enemies.”

Great. Oh, great. It didn’t help that Leia had murmured agreement to that. Little did the Alliance know that Vader’s enemies were so numerous they technically included his son. Not that Luke was about to share that little fact with the group. He raised his eyes to the ceiling.

“The media is also champing at the bit to find out more. No one knows anything. No one knows the age of the being, no one knows the species—much like with Vader himself, even the most basic of details are a mystery.”

A mystery even to the child himself, Luke thought miserably. He didn’t know anything about his father either. Well, besides the fact that he was (1) tall, (2) dark, and (3) evil, and, oh, that’s right, he’d been Anakin Skywalker once upon a time. Somehow, Luke got the feeling that information wouldn’t smooth over any ruffled feathers.

Why didn’t you tell me, Ben, he thought unhappily for not the first, second, or even thirtieth time. He felt as if he had been led blindfolded, not with a knife to a blaster fight, but with nothing to a, a nuclear event. The information had definitely dropped with the subtlety of a nuclear bomb.

Wedge spoke. “Are we planning to devote any resources to finding them, whoever they are? Or are we just going to wait to see if they make an appearance?” Unsettled murmuring rose in response at the thought of a Vader 2.0 waiting in the shadows. Luke tartly thought that, much like the man himself, the Alliance was going to be disappointed. The last time Luke had pulled out his lightsaber in a fight, he had lost a hand. Catch him repeating that experience again anytime soon. That, and, uh, Luke had all the trained finesse of a wobbling baby bantha foal. He exhaled gloomily.

General Madine sighed. “It’s hard to say at this point. If Vader has trained his child—if that child has Vader’s powers—I don’t have to state that they are an extreme danger to the Alliance and its mission. Vader himself is enough of an enemy for us, let alone Vader doubled.”

Vader doubled—Luke’s mouth dropped open in offense (and a little bit of humiliation at how far Madine has missed the mark as to the threat level), but he clamped it shut before anyone noticed. A moment too late because Leia shot him a funny look. Luke tried to smile at her to cover it but knew from her expression of unimpressed all over that he had probably just looked constipated.

“We’ll keep everyone updated on our strategy,” Madine finished. “High Council is still discussing how we want to approach it.”

“Well, I think the best defense is a good offense,” Wedge muttered, lowering himself back into his seat.

“I’m on the same page,” Madine nodded. “I suspect that’s where the Alliance will land.”

Luke decided he didn’t like the direction the conversation was heading. “I mean, is it really necessary? Vader’s,” barely catching himself before he said son and blew everything to hell, “child hasn’t done anything yet. What if they aren’t a threat?”

They aren’t, he added silently in his head. Not only because Luke’s politics and sense of morals were about as far away as his father’s as possible—forget opposite end of the spectrum, between Luke’s Vader’s lay the entire spectrum, if you asked Luke—but also because…well…Luke didn’t know anything. Baby bantha foal, indeed. Vader could squash him like a bug. Leia could squash him like a bug. Although the thought was unpleasant, embarrassing, and a whole other pile of disagreeable words, Luke presented no threat to the Alliance.

“Luke,” Leia’s voice was patient, which meant that Luke had just said something she considered idiotic but that she wasn’t going to hold it against him. “It’s Vader. Any child of his would almost certainly be a powerful Force sensitive.”

“Yeah, kid,” Han languidly stretched out his feet, having leaned back in his chair during the entire conversation with his characteristic idleness. “I’m with her Worshipfulness on this one. I ain’t eager to sit back and let some nightmare creature of the dark sneak up on us.”

Nightmare creature of the!!—Luke knew he had zero right to be so offended at the entire conversation but also thought sulkily that anyone would be a little insulted. Well, except Vader, probably. Which made Luke wonder for a split second how Vader felt about his general image as a whole, but then he shook off the thought. Anyone who still cared about how they lived at all wouldn’t do what Vader did on a normal weekday.

After a beat, Luke just shrugged in surrender, letting the conversation wind on without speaking again. The Alliance would piddle away resources (Luke had tried to stop them, he really had), and Luke already knew they wouldn’t find anything worth noting. In the meantime, he’d try to live in peace. As much peace as someone being intently hunted by both sides of the war could.

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“I bet he eats infant limbs for breakfast.”

“Hey, it could be a girl too.”

“I bet she paints her face in blood then.”

“I bet they suck the blood of their victims.”

“Hey, that’s vampires,” Luke objected halfheartedly, speaking for the first time since the Rogues’ conversation had begun. Lunchtimes weren’t as fun lately, not since the news of Vader’s child had swept through the base. Not that anything was much fun after Bespin, but if Luke had learned anything from missions with Han, it was that things could always get worse.

“Yeah, but for all we know, Vader could be a vampire.” The pilot’s mouth was flecked with sauce as he continued. “Mebbe that’s why he wears the suit. Can’t be in the sun.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Luke said flatly, but everyone else was nodding thoughtfully.

“Whoever it is, I don’t envy them,” Wedge commented. “Vader is hardly going to win parent of the year awards.”

It was the first sympathetic comment Luke had heard, and it nearly made him tear up. Finally—

“Not that it matters in the end. The jarra fruit never falls far from the tree,” Wedge took another bite of his sandwich decidedly. “You know, Luke,” he mused, “They probably are aware of your existence, given how Vader has hunted you down.”

Luke stiffened—the remark toed too close to uncomfortable truths, but no one blinked an eye or wandered after the thought to its logical conclusion.

“Yeah, it’s a good thing the Rebellion is searching for them. Vader’s child could be after you too, for all you know,” Tycho remarked. “They might view you as an enemy, same as Vader.”

This—this was ridiculous. “I think I’m good,” Luke said weakly.

“If you say so,” Tycho shrugged. “But given your status as the pilot who destroyed the Death Star and Jedi trainee, whatever you call ‘em, I’d watch my back if I were you.”

Oh, Luke was, but for entirely different reasons than Tycho was thinking.

“Don’t worry, Luke,” Wedge said kindly. “You have us to watch your back. You aren’t going it alone. Vader’s child won’t hurt you, not if we have anything to say about it.”

Luke didn’t know what to say other than thanks.  

Their lunch was interrupted by a summons to a briefing room.

“Gentleman,” Madine greeted, Leia standing beside him. “We’d like to update you on where our search stands. We’ve compiled a list of potential identities for Vader’s child.” A holoprojector flickered to life in the front of the room. “First, we have…”

What followed was an indescribable mix of assassins, warmongers, Imperial hands (Luke noted the red haired one), and various other slightly to very murderous galactic citizens. By the end of it, Luke was simultaneously relieved and insulted. Relieved because the Alliance was nowhere closer to guessing his secret, and insulted because—

Luke blinked. Shifted uncomfortably. Wondered if perhaps he wasn’t getting enough sleep. That had to be it; there was no other explanation for the mysterious disappointment that—

“Luke, are you coming?”

“Yes,” Luke said quickly, leaping up to follow Leia and leave the room and any awkward realizations behind him. This would die down soon enough once the Alliance failed to find anything.

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Or so he thought, until a month later, when Leia came marching up. “I have news.”

“Oh?” Luke said distractedly, eyeing the fencepost he and Han had been trying to hit with rocks for the past hour. Han had soundly been kicking Luke’s ass. Luke sighed. Destined to suck even at throwing pebbles.

“It’s about Vader’s son.”

That got Luke’s attention instantly. His head snapped towards Leia, who was gazing down at her datapad. Han, for once, leaned forward with interest instead of lazily reclining.

Son? They had already found out it was a son?

“We also weren’t expecting to have so much luck so soon,” Leia responded, Luke realizing he had accidentally blurted his thoughts out loud in a panic.

He rocked back on his feet with a tentative, “That’s good.”  Or not. It was in fact, bad. Very, very bad. But nothing else about Luke’s life was going well for him at the moment, so he just wearily accepted that this was going less than amazingly too.  

“So, what did you actually find?” Han interrupted impatiently. “The kid and I were busy.”

Leia shot him a scorching look, then briskly pulled up something on her datapad. “Our spies in the Empire have informed us that based on communications between Vader and the Emperor, Vader’s child is a boy. Vader frequently refers to him as one.”

Oh, that was all. Luke could have told them that. After all, Luke actually---

Luke shoved down the thought before it took off. He didn’t like anything about Vader. Nothing. Zero, zilch, nada. He would have even told the Alliance Vader's son hated him out of sheer spite, if it wouldn’t blow his cover (? As much of a cover as someone’s real identity could be) apart.

“Huh…welp, one step closer to finding him,” Han meandered to find another pebble, clearly bored with the conversation once it was clear no other information was forthcoming.

“Yes. We’ve managed to eliminate half of our list of potential identities.”

Half of zero was still zero, Luke thought comfortingly.

“You know,” Han said reflectively, “You could cut down the list more by focusing on known Force sensitives.”

Wait—

“We’ve actually already planned on doing so,” Leia’s tone said she wasn’t about to be outdone by Han. “But thank you for the suggestion.”

Wait—

A lazy grin. “Anytime, your worshipfulness. In fact—”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Luke cut in loudly (and desperately).

Both Han’s and Leia’s eyebrows shot up.

“Luke…” Leia began after a beat, “I know this must be stressful for you, knowing that Vader likely has his son after you too—”

“But, kid, I wouldn’t sweat it,” Han finished. “If Vader hasn’t gotten you yet, his son isn’t gonna either.”

Luke didn’t respond. He was staring down at his hand. A silence fell as Han and Leia watched him.

“Vader won’t touch you,” Leia said fiercely. “Never again. He’s scum, Luke. He’s scum, and one day, we’ll defeat him. I know it.”

It should have been comforting. But Luke just felt sick. He knew what Leia meant by defeat. Doing otherwise was unthinkable. Yet somehow…

“Him, and his son,” Han added.

Luke was done. After dropping a curt, “Sure,” he walked off, shaking his head while muttering.  He felt Han and Leia’s eyes on his back but ignored it. They wouldn’t guess the truth. No one had. Luke scowled and kicked at the ground. No one could believe that he and Vader had anything to do with each other. Luke knew he should be delighted, but all he could think of was Obi-Wan telling him how Luke was so much like his father, recalling it with a wistfulness that ashamed him. Luke—he’d wanted—well—

Anyway, that was probably yet another one of Obi-Wan’s lies, Luke dismissed firmly. He was profoundly lucky that he and Vader were so dissimilar; it was the only thing saving his ass right about now.

Still, Luke spent the rest of the afternoon wandering the base alone.

The last issue of “Die sape”, a the trench newspaper written, edited and printed by the Bavarian 19th Reserve Infantry Regiment. The cover drawing is amazing. 

*gently holds* (trollstuck designs by @dawsonschristian)

LEGO STAR WARS:  THE SKYWALKER SAGA

#ANAKIN NO

The Puppeteer

Ashes fell from red skies over the battlefield, on broken speeders, scattered weapons and lifeless bodies. Luke walked among them, checking, searching for familiar faces, hoping not to find the ones he was looking for among them. They had to be alive, he could feel it in the Force.

Six months had passed since the Empire attacked Hoth Base, but Luke remembered too well the burning cold and a blurry sight of the flames engulfing the building as Han carried him out, still weak and wet in bacta, running to the Falcon. Not even the howling blizzard could mask the screams and blaster shots exploding through his memories.

The Empire’s strike was fast, faster than what they all had anticipated and much more devastating. It was only when the survivors had escaped to the next rendezvous point that they realized a whole squadron of pilots went missing in the chaos that day.

Rogue Squadron was lost, each one of them was presumed dead in battle. Hobbie, Tycho, Janson, Wedge. Luke felt the knot on his stomach as he remembered them. He could have helped them, he should have, he was a Jedi!

“You should not carry on such weight upon you” Mon Mothma had told him, trying to stop him from going into this crusade “you are not guilty for surviving”

But Leia knew how he felt, the impotence, the desire for justice. She too had lost enough to the Empire.

“I trust you if you feel you can still save them,” she had told him, when Luke asked for guidance “just take care. The Rebellion can’t lose more pilots” I can’t lose you too her thought passed by Luke’s mind with their last glance as he boarded his X-Wing.

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes to clear his thoughts and focus in the present, in the Force. He could feel how strong the Dark Side was here, it’s web of faint tendrils spreaded through the field, around the light of his presence, guiding him towards the tangled black hole that was their core. Each strand seemed to be tied to a fallen Stormtrooper, withering and slowly fading.

This was something he had not seen before. The feeling of being a fly walking into a spider’s trap was stronger with each step.

The scattered comms intercepted by Rebel intelligence a few weeks back implied some kind of experiment going on with the Empire’s troops, but no one was sure about what exactly it was. Some thought it was a droid squadron relying on a hive mind, others suggested it could be a brainwashing program to make them unquestionably loyal, but they all were certain it would be tested here again. It was the Rebel’s opportunity to find out what had happened on Hoth and Luke’s to get some answers.

The plunging temperature was his first warning, the same cold he felt in Hoth not in his skin but on his soul, followed by a sound of a group walking closer. It was them; they were with Vader.

“Father” Luke said, standing out of his hiding place, caught by surprise at the sight of a group of Stormtroopers.

The troopers quickly turned to aim at him, all exactly at the same time like synchronized droids. There was something extremely wrong in the way they stood, rigid as if their bodies were not flesh and bone. Through their broken armor and helmets Luke could see their eyes, soulless, unblinking as their pupils glowed with an unnatural yellow. Behind them stood the Sith Lord, a towering shadow slowly turning to meet his gaze, deep black lenses on bright blue eyes.

“Son” Vader’s voice was unsettlingly calm as he watched down the Jedi standing a few feet away.

In the Force he could feel the trooper’s minds screaming for release, prisoner of the same dark tendrils that laid all over the battlefield, holding their bodies like puppets on a string. Luke frowned, horrified as the painful realization fell on him.

He knew those eyes by different colors.

“Release them” Luke growled, taking his lightsaber to ignite it.

The wind blowed, carrying away the embers of near fire, glowing in the darkness like the yellow eyes staring at him.

The eyes of the Rogue Squadron.

Run Luke! A cacophony of overlayed voices cried through the Force, it’s a trap, run, forget us, we are dead already. But he would not leave them, he couldn’t, not after searching for them through the whole galaxy. Its was his fault they were prisoners on their own bodies; he had already failed once; he couldn’t fail them again.

“I said release them, Vader” Luke snarled, gripping his lightsaber tighter.

“You are in no position for demands, young one” Vader replied.

The painful screams of the Rogues at unison startled Luke as they echoed in his mind. The squadron moved, shooting their blasters at him with uncanny precision. They were not set to stun Luke noticed as he quickly deflected the shots away with his saber, soon overwhelmed by the heavy fire. With a swift movement he parried one last shot back towards Vader before running for cover. The plasma bolt ricocheted on the Sith’s chest armor.

Behind a crashed speeder shielding him, Luke could hear the steps of the Rogues approaching. He was cornered against them and what remained of an AT-AT. There had to be a way to release them, he didn’t want to harm his friends any further.  

“You cannot save them,” Vader’s voice boomed through the battlefield, clearly reading his thoughts “surrender and I shall release their feeble bodies”

A drop of cold sweat ran down Luke’s temple. He could still hear the whispers thrown at him. Run, save yourself. He certainly could strike them to reach his X-Wing, fly away from here, forget this all happened, tell the Rebellion he found Rogue Squadron dead… but every day he would remember this last chance to save the ones who risked their own lives for him so many times under unknown skies and Imperial fire, the ones who embraced him like a family when he had lost everyone. He could not attack them, much less leave their fate on Vader’s hands. The guilt already ate his soul slowly every day since Hoth.

Luke braced himself for a moment before deactivating the lightsaber, slowly rising from behind the speeder with his hands up. The Rogues on trooper armor still pointed their blasters at him. No! Don’t do this! Run! Wedge’s voice rippled inside his head. The lightsaber flew through the air from Luke’s hand to Vader’s, who clipped it to his belt.

“A wise decision”

His father’s voice stated before Luke watched in horror how his friends dropped to the ground, screaming and howling in pain. Their limbs twisted on unnatural ways, the snap of bones breaking.

“No! Stop!!” Luke ran towards them, unable to do anything as he tried to hold Wedge. He glared at Vader “I surrendered! You said you would release them!!”

“I stated I would release their bodies. I never specified they would be able to use them again”

Luke clenched his fists. He could not stand helpless to watch his friends being broken to pieces around him, not after all they had endured, after all he had done to save them. The Force sang at him, like a breeze turning into cold maelstrom, filling him with a power he had not felt before. The same dark tendrils covering the field and pulling the Rogue’s limbs suddenly tensed and stopped at his command, releasing their bodies. He focused on Vader, feeling his father’s surprise as he took hold of the strings, commanding them to coil around the Sith’s prosthetics. With a flick of his wrist he pulled them, and Vader fell to his knees, the strength of the Force shattering the durasteel armor covering his legs.

Luke held him there, immobile, thinking about breaking him the same way he did to his friends, to twist and turn him until he screamed in pain. With a single string he took hold of his neck under the mask. A sound from the vocoder stopped him, like a series of huffs. Laughing, Luke realized, Vader was laughing at him.

“You are a fast learner, son.” the Sith’s mask slowly tilted to look directly at him “You shall make an excellent apprentice”

The realization of what he had just done fell on him. Luke stared in shock at his friends laying in the ground, badly injured but still alive, free of Force strings surrounding them. He looked down at his hands, gripping the now withering tendrils that held Vader.

The rage had filled him, disguised as rightful justice, convincing him he deserved to have revenge. A moment of weakness was enough to fall to the Dark Side. 

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LEGO STAR WARS:  THE SKYWALKER SAGA

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