Construction. The most tedious part of the creation process. This new hound that Raven was going to build needed to be well adapted to this new world, and thus she was going to ramp up the learning computer she was given. Back on Earth, a few tweeking of the central control system had allowed Purple to learn quickly. But Raven had no time for this new one to learn; it had to know quite a lot already. She needed it to be the teacher so she could learn how to survive in this time and realm.
How advanced all this around her was. At first, she was astonished how all these humans that never heard of Earth were much more ahead in technology. It made her wonder if another line of the human race was out there, and they had won the race of surviving. But she had found out from her new master that she was actually brought into a time warp. That the Death Star and the rest of the people aboard were from the future. But it still didn't explain why they had to go and blow up the birth place of humans. Wouldn't that threaten their exsistance? It made no sense to her.
Raven busily messed with the microscopic parts on the harddrive chip as she listened to her Gorillaz album. Thanks to Casco, she now had a system that could replay her CDs and had her old music back again. She was very thankful of this; as she was begining to somewhat forget how it went.
Once Raven finished her adjustments to the chip, she connected it to a card dock. She then plugged the dock to a computer she had borrowed from the mechanics room. Of course, they were unaware of this since she was forbidded to have access to the comupter information. But her keen tech skills helped her hack into its system. There, she was able to look up information about every main 'galaxy system', species, languages, and ways of life. She was completely blown away by how much was out there, that her generation would have never discovered in their time.
All of this information was ready to be downloaded into the new hound's harddrive. She hooked it all up and began the data reading process. The screen read: Acess Proceeding. Download of Mech. Info. 00021-92825 data starting.
Raven watched as the precent of download slowly increased. As she sat there, waiting, she tried to think of a new name for her hound. Calling it Purple like the old one wouldn't be right, because this one was a new model, much more advanced and powerful. She glanced over at the skeletal basic structure she had already built, which stood looming in the corner of her empty room. It also stood twice as high or maybe more than Purple. Raven looked back at the screen, her eyebrows lowering as she scaned it again. "Mech." She mouthed the word to herself. Then again.
A smile crept up her face. Sounded good. It'll have to do.
Raven suddenly let out a huge yawn. It then just occured to her it was really late, and she needed some sleep for her training tomorrow.
She put down her tools and shut everything off for the night. Time to hit the hay loft, as they had said back home.
She was in a dream. It was very fimiliar. She was walking down a dark tunnel, and the only light was coming from above, following her. Yes, she had definately been in this dream before. Remembering that, her heart began to beat a little faster.
The tunnel emerged into a dark room, where the light stopped at the mouth of the doorway. She could not see anything in front of her. But she could hear something. Foot steps. Heavy on the metal floor. She remained still, listening to it. Once closer, another sound was heard. This one gave away the identity. The heavy, raspy breathing couldn't be mistake. Vader was here.
Raven's palms started to sweat. Part of her knew this was a dream, and knew it could be that Darth Vader was invading her mind again. But there was something different about how he appeared in her dream. Though he was merely a siluwete in the dim light, she saw something more. As she looked to the mask, she could see through it. She saw a face, sheer white as a ghost. But the features were hazy and unclear. Her eyes became wide, as she stared. She wanted to get a better look. She wanted to know what he looked like under that mask. She began to walk toward him, and the sense of the dream shifted. She couldn't bring herself to believe she was dreaming anymore. The room became lighter and the face on his mask changed. It was glowing. As Raven came closer, she saw his face emitting multi colors of light that couldn't be expressed. It was like the Force. She understood now. She wasn't seeing his true face, but merely a suggestion of it in the form of the Force.
Raven stood just infront of him, staring up at Vader. His deep breathing soothed her mind; made her calm. A feeling of connection was starting to built between them.
"You want something..." Vader whispered to her.
Raven blinked. "Yes." She could feel her face firm with concentration.
"Do you know what it is?" He asked.
"Yes." Her eyes half way closed. The feeling of love stirred up.
"Well, do you want it?" He asked her, this time his voice sounded roughly palyful. This made Raven eager.
"So badly." She replied. She bite down on her lower lip as she fought to keep herself from quivering.
Vader slowly spread his stance, giving him a stronger balance. He bent down a little, so that his masked face was just a bit higher than her own.
"Come claim it." He whispered to her.
Raven shut her eyes for a minute, feeling the vapors of the Force coming off his suggested face and tickling her nose and cheeks. She opened them again, staring into the black lens of the mask. This thought went through her mind; 'I had been afraid to claim it. Afraid he wouldn't give it to me. But now he wants me to have it. Wants me to take it from him.'
She smiled and reached her face forward. Her lips collided with his featured face. The Force did not feel like flesh, but the suggestion of it was enough to please her. His lips pressed roughly against hers. She mouthed them and worked at it, enjoying this feeling drown her. There was no way this was a dream, it felt too good.
"Wake up, young one." The deep voice echoed in her train of thought. The vision of the dream faded away and she found herself staring up at the ceiling of her room. She panted, out of breath. That kiss felt real. She couldn't believe it was a dream. But now she was awake, her logical sense returned. Of course it was; it had to have been a dream. Why would Vader have kissed her in the first place?
"Raven..." The deep voice was still there.
Raven sat up quickly in bed. She knew he wasn't in her room. He spoke to her through the Force. "Master..." She was about to apologize to him for sleeping in so late, if she had, but then something occured to her and a wave of fear swept over. "...Were you with me in my dream?" She asked him.
"I was." He replied calmly.
Raven almost choked. She shook her head back and forth. "Oh no..." She mouthed out loud. How was she to explain that dream to him? The first one was unusual, but this was just too suspisous to cover up. "I'm sorry, Master. I should have cleared my thoughts before.." She stopped. There was no use in continuing. Vader had broken away from their connection and she could not sense his presence upon her any longer. She shut her eyes slowly, sighing heavily. He was upset with her, for sure this time.
But she wouldn't be able to escape it. She would go to her daily training and confront him. She could only hope that he will push the thought of it aside and it will all lay low. But what were the odds of that?