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It had taken three months to realize what he'd gotten himself into but realize it he did, with that thought Darth Vader turned his helmed visage towards his apprentice as she floated about the room legs crossed beneath her. The raven haired teenager had her hands resting in her lap and remained completely still as every object in the room orbited about her lazily, her presence in the force a scar of serene hatred.
It was a dichotomy that had taken some time to fully understand and rationalize but the Dark Lord of the Sith finally understood what Lillith Potter was, and it both intrigued and terrified him. She took every raw, dark, malice ladened emotion she felt and fed it back into herself instead of venting it like a typical Sith, as these emotions flowed back into her core she intermingled them with thoughts of love, devotion, and happiness effectively neutralizing them.
Simply put, she was completely unaffected by the Darkside, where a normal Acolyte would be unnaturally pale and yellow eyed after the acts they had committed she simply looked...bored. There was a complete and utter disconnect to the lives she snuffed out, as if they did not, had not, and never would have mattered; this was a clear sign of a sociopath Vader knew, but she was not such.
No, she did not lack passion for her fellow sentients, bring up her adopted father Severus, her Aunt Bellatrix, her intended Hermione, and the girl would gush with so much love that it was sickening; yet still she would torture a prisoner for hours and act as if she were simply taking a brief stroll.
"So," she stated in a serene tone breaking the comfortable silence, "When are we killing the Emperor and taking over this Empire for ourselves? Cause I gotta say we've got a good thing going here but it could be better." Right, she didn't lack for ambition either,
"We live to serve the Emperor my young apprentice, thinking such actions, much less speaking them is an act of treason," she snorted and opened her eyes only long enough to roll them for his benefit before replying.
"Don't give me that shit Papa V, I put security wards up, Grampy Palps won't be able to hear a thing we're saying," shaking his head in resignation Vader lifted his hand to summon a table and chair out of the air placing them before him. Taking a seat he stared at the still floating girl for a few moments in contemplative silence.
"Do not ever call me that again, and why do you believe I want to rule the Empire?" Much to his surprise all of the orbiting objects fell to the ground at once as the girl landed on her feet hands resting on her hips, the posture reminded him of Padme and he quickly felt a pang of regret that he violently snuffed out.
"Why wouldn't you want to be in charge? Besides the Emperor resembling Rumpelstiltskin falling face first into a grease fire he's a creepy manipulative bastard that only cares for himself! I've been with you on the field, your men practically worship you because you give a damn about them! Sure sure you kill the random bloke for being an incompetent but regardless you have the military's respect, the Emperor is only Emperor because he said so. You can be Emperor because your people want you to be."
Her impassioned rant actually had Vader thinking about his many plans, he'd long realized Palpatine had used him, played Anakin Skywalker's naivete to gain his friendship and trust, all to turn him into what he now was. But it was too soon, far too soon, too many plots needed to play out, too many loose threads needed to be snipped, and too many rebellious factors needed to be brought to a violent end.
"Be that as it may my apprentice, we have a part to play for the time being, and play it we shall. You are still young, impudent...irreverent, we must temper you before we make any bold moves, you have potential, but you are not ready to take up my roll yet." Rather then being angry she seemed immensely pleased as she summoned a chair for herself and settled next to the Dark Lord.
"Good...you're not against the idea, I'm glad I didn't consign myself to being the apprentice of a man without ambition... That being said, what do we do until we're ready to take what is ours?" Vader resisted the urge to laugh, this girl...
"I am leaving to give orders to my 'apprentice', I felt you would find it...amusing if you were brought along, to learn better how to toy with our pawns." Lillith's eyes glowed faintly as a wide toothy grin spread across her face,
"Oh Lord Vader, you know exactly what to say to a girl to get her interest..."
"Holy shit," the young woman stated as the TIE fighter factory shuddered from a series of internal explosions, massive swaths of its outer hull tearing away from its frame work to fall upon Nar Shaddaa. Vader stood impassively as he observed the holo, a moment later he nodded his agreement,
"Quite, Starkiller certainly lacks..." Lillith raised her hand as if to answer a question in class as she hopped on the balls of her feet,
"Oh oh lemme guess, 'Subtlety,' he lacks anything resembling stealth, being your 'secret' apprentice must have really inspired him." Vader turned to the girl and cuffed her on the back of the head sending her sprawling, grumbling she rubbed the affected area whilst giving him the stink eye.
"Impertinence," he stated flatly before turning back to the projector, a moment later he sighed in resignation, "And you would be correct, I really did not think he'd actually let anything happen to the facility, still I-" He was cut off as the factory exploded, the massive chunks of debris gently falling to the moon below to kill tens of thousands on the surface. Lillith stared at the image in silence before turning back to her teacher,
"I think you should teach me how to make my own laser sword and start sending me on missions, it may cost our future Empire less in the long run," Vader desperately wished he could rub his brow as he nodded in return.
"A good idea my young apprentice, I have a few crystals I've been saving that you can pick from, something tells me you wouldn't be content with the Sith standard." She snorted, her teacher's earlier punishment completely forgotten in light of receiving new toys of mass destruction,
"Red isn't my color, clashes with my eyes, violet though..."