Darth Vader: Hero of Naboo

Chapter 16

The Force Rumbled.

No one sensitive to it could ever ignore the feeling.

The Death Cult of Bando Gora gathered as their High Priestess roared a song of battle and fury, of twin reckonings taking place, side by side.

The Fallanassi strained under their meditation and immersion, feeling the ripples in the White Current manifest as waves crashing and warping their own illusions and concealments.

The Blackshackle Fleet, in the midst of their civil war with the rest of the Blazing Chain, roared with a dark triumph that was not their own, but made them forge onwards ever fiercer

Every member of the Vahla species, all the way up to the sacred priests that made up the Chosen of Vahl, as they sensed the champion- or, perhaps, even consort- of their Goddess lay low the arrogant and narrow minded Jedi Order, who butchered their ancestors so long ago.

The Heinsnake Cult hummed a prayer as they felt their long awaited master, praying that he would slay the first of the snakes, and come to lead them into the glorious Reign of Eternal Chaos.

The Nightsisters gathered for a war chant as they sensed the dual wars: Between the Great Darkness and the Blind Light, and between the Mist of Death and Shadows of Hatred.

And more, many more, watched on intently. From the depths of the Core to the Kathol sector, they silently observed as the future itself was remade, destroyed, and rewritten.

Yet Korriban, the ancient world of the Sith with its endless tombs, was silent. For all the ghosts and specters of many Dark Lords were already in the fight alongside their fellow Darth. After all, how could they deny the Dark Side's call for the greatest attack on the Jedi Order, spiritual if not physical, in millennia?

But sometimes, the greatest wisdom and truest sight is that of a child.

Anakin figuratively shrugged off another surge of the Force resonating from Vader's fight with, well, whoever had managed to last more than a minute with him. Ahsoka whimpered as the boy helped support her, walking her through the Great Hall while she guided him to the circular room, her head pounding even without the Dark Side targeting her as much.

"Ahsoka, there you are!"

Anakin looked up in relief for the voice, but scowled as he found no one around them.

"Masta Phara Nannar," Ahsoka responded with a relieved tone, leaning down.

Anakin looked towards their feet and honestly took a moment to register what he was seeing. Ahsoka was crouched down to be face to face with what looked a fairly large rabbit, complete with puffy white ears. But she had legs and feet more like a feline, and wore Jedi robes fit for such a small stature.

Anakin had seen a lot of strange creatures in his short life, so this one's form didn't shock him. He just wouldn't assume she was a sapient at first glance if not for the clothes.

"I'm relieved you're safe, young one. Thank you-" she paused, not recognizing the young boy immediately.

"Anakin Skywalker," he answered, shaking off his stupor before he appeared rude. "Is this where-?"

Anakin stopped as a scream rang from a nearby room, making Phara Nannar snap her head back towards it in concern. Anakin knew screams well enough to guess that one belonged to a child. "Come, come, quickly!" Phara insisted, scurrying back towards the room.

Ahsoka ran to follow after her teacher, but stopped a few feet short of the door as she felt the absence of a hand on her shoulder. She turned in confusion as she saw Anakin staring down the Great Hall. "Afau'a?" Ahsoka called in concern. (Skyguy?)