CHAPTER 2

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The Sith Lord, Darth Vader, managed to control his new vehicle with surprising ease; he always had an unnatural talent for machines, especially when the topic of spaceships was involved.

He was controlling the main panel within the hour, and taking off into space in search of somewhere to recuperate after his run-in with the aliens, but it remained somewhat unnerving that Vader had no idea where -or even when- he currently was. 

The information on the ship proved useless to him and brought even more questions to answer when he found the right opportunity.

Until that moment came, Vader would trust in the force. The inkling of direction provided helped to calm the hulking Sith and help show him a useful path into the unknown reaches of space.

Sure, he could follow the tracking device he used on the alien's shuttle, but that was a low priority for the Sith Lord who desired somewhere to keep himself safe and hidden; the galaxy was strange, and chasing people was not  going to help him.

The force whispered in the back of his mindscape, like a non-visual map that revealed an otherwise unheard path to greatness. He had no fear, and so he listened and followed wherever it took him.

Perhaps it was the unknown variable that caused him to react with such serenity, or perhaps it was the work of an unknown source, but Vader held an unnatural calmness and acceptance for his newer situation; he felt confident in his current mission.

With a few more days of learning the controls and educating himself on the technologies used by the local alien lifeforms in this region of space, he was sure that he could properly direct himself around.

The Sith Lord would survive. He always did.

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Vader continued his travels, mere hours turning into days, before the sight of his first planet came into view:

It was a large, beautiful, world. The purple lights and shining material surfaces enforced a powerful motif that left the armoured man bewildered; the planet seemed rather....rich, when compared to a common world seen in his own home galaxy.

The questions continued to pile, but he remained steadfast in his decision. He gathered his thoughts and piloted the spaceship towards the large world in search of somewhere to lay low, for now.

He planned to find a random port, store away his current shuttle, look around for locations with an elegantly small populace, and remain there for a short amount of time with the intent of keeping a low profile. It was a basic plan, but a smart one.

The recognisable visage of a metal docking port came into view. The Sith Lord mentally prepared himself for whatever came next; he was not in an Imperial-owned space docking station, and so it was imperative that he kept his head on straight.

He waited, and soon a voice came over comms:

"This is Illium Galactic Control: Asari controlled, open docking ports. How can we help you?"

The voice was female, there was no doubt, but it was painfully obvious -at least to Vader- that she had forced an unnatural sweetness in her tones. Likely a requirement for the job on this world, an admittedly natural quality found on rich docks.

Vader wanted to respond immediately, but there was the same problem from before: The language in this side of the galaxy was unknown to him, as he had been relying on the force to translate.

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