Lord Vader

1.)

Aniah's P.O.V:

Suddenly, I was being throw against the walls of the dark chamber we were in. I looked into Vader's eyes but only for a moment before I looked down again, remembering how he temperamental he was about that.

He'd never said it but I picked up on how much angrier he got if someone made direct eye contact for too long. I figured he thought it was their way of saying "I'm not scared of you" and I knew that's not at all what he wanted. I could see the enjoyment he got out of being respected... feared...

"You will listen to me little one" he screamed. "I won't tolerate this nonsense! I have worked with you for months and yet, you still defy me as if I'm the enemy. As if I'm the one to blame for your delay" he continued yelling.

My head was starting to pound. After fighting for at least two hours and now being thrown across the room like I was nothing my brain started to shake. I was rattled. His voice would get louder and then fade again as the pressure moved around my skull, my ears taking the brunt of it all.

"You have no control," he said. "You're easily angered... You let your emotions control you little one" he said, his voice getting softer as he paced around the room.

"I'm sorry, Master" I apologized weakly.

As if he had any room to talk. I'd seen him slay counsel members for disagreeing or citizens for simply being in his way. If anything, he was the last person I needed to take advice from when it came to controlling my emotions. From my perspective the Siths are ruled by emotional outbursts.

"Get up" he said.

I was sitting against the wall, one leg out while I held the other one close to my chest, trying to catch my breath. It was the first time I'd sat down since I stepped foot in the Combat Quarters. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and pulled my legs under me, pushing myself up and standing parallel to the wall behind me. I groaned as the pain rushed through my back once more, striking my neck and head before subsiding.

"What's the matter little one? Getting weak already" he asked, raising his eyebrow.

"As a matter of fact, Master... I could use a glass of water. We've been at this for hours now and I haven't had any rest since—"

I was cut off.

"I did ask for a story, Aniah. You'll be nothing if every time you fight you need a glass of water" he said seriously, a hint of mockery shining through.

"But Master—"

"Enough!"

He shut his lightsaber down, pulling his cover aside and placing the weapon on his utility belt. His face was cold and his eyes were like lava. Anytime his eyes glowed I felt like a helpless kid again. It was intimidating and it drove me crazy the fear he could strike into me.

He stormed past me, the door opening as he waved his hand. I stood very still, avoiding eye contact as best as I could as he walked by. I could hear his breathing, it was shaky. I held my breath when he was close to me. I don't know if it's a reflex because I'm terrified but either way I know I clam up when he's around.

He's terrifying...

As the doors shut behind me, I exhaled. My body went almost limp and I felt the pain rush back, my mind now focusing on me and not Master Vader. My hands pressed to my knees, my body curling over as I tried to regain a grip on myself.

I waited until my breathing was normal and then pulled myself together before walking out of the Combat Quarters. I fixed my hair, rearranged my top and wiped as much sweat as I could from my face so I didn't appear so flushed or tired. The troopers were even harder on you if they felt at all that you were vulnerable so I made it a point to walk with dignity and strength.