Once more, Shibaki sat, overlooking the desert, contemplating his lot in life. This time, however, he was far more content, as what he was sitting atop was the ruin of an imperial All Terrain Scout Transport, or AT-ST. He had already painted a rendition of the battle on the side, showing him in far more flamboyant robes fearlessly standing against a horde of AT-STs, using his fishing rod to flay them.
While it didn't accurately depict the battle from a numbers perspective, the Foremost Fisherman of the Crimson Demon Clan was rather content, knowing that he had indeed destroyed a mighty foe. He adjusted himself on his new stool, which was made out of three Storm Trooper helmets. He eyed his bobber, sitting on the sand, and wondered what he might catch.
As he was wont to do, Shibaki dozed off for a while, napping in the shade he had set atop his perch. Something awoke him, and he blinked into the heat shimmer of the day. His Mystic Powers had awakened, altering him that something Really Cool was headed his way. He shaded his eyes, and found a strange Tie Fighter streaking across the top of the Dunes.
"What is that?" he murmured to himself. He had no idea, and half wished that Kazuma was there. They boy might be an outsider, but he had a Crimson Demon's passion and knew everything there was to know about the various ships of the galaxy. Shibaki just knew it was some sort of Imperial craft.
"Plus, he's sure to join the clan soon enough," Shibaki mused to himself. "I just wonder which one of those girls has their fate intertwined with his.
Nonchalantly, Shibaki flicked his fishing rod, readying his line. He was going to land a big one today for sure.
He waited for a moment, then frowned. Something was atop that craft. He blinked. It was a person. Someone was riding the Tie Fighter as though it were a pod racer of some sort, using their Mystic Powers to guide it.
"Now THAT is an entrance!" Shibaki hooted as the fighter roared up to him. It halted just above and before him, a few meters above his head.
He readied himself to make his proper introduction, but the fighter slowly lowered itself. He gasped in delight, seeing that the figure was wearing a billowing black cape, fingers moving deftly to control the fighter even as he stood atop it.
Incredibly cool breathing noises filled the air, and the figure looked Shibaki dead in the eye. "I am the Dark Lord of the Sith. I am here for a reckoning, alien. Kneel, for I am Darth Vader, and I will have dominion over this world."
Instead of kneeling, Shibaki slowly got to his feet.
Despite the black death mask, the sneer was palpable on Vader's lips as he spoke. "So, you have chosen-"
"BEHOLD! I AM SHIOBAKI! FOREMOST FISHERMAN OF THE CRIMSON DEMON CLAN, HE WHO FELLED THE MIGHTY IMPERIAL WARMACHINES WITH NOTHING BUT HIS ROD AND MYSTIC MIGHT!" He bellowed.
A light saber flicked into Vader's hand as he set down his fighter. "So. You have chosen…defiance. And Death."
"And can I just say," Shiobaki said as Vader stepped onto his platform.
"Speak. For it shall be your last words."
"I AM A HUGE FAN! SIGN MY FISHING POLE!" Shiobaki begged, and took out a permanent maker, kneeling at Vader's feet.
The Dark Lord of the Sith paused. "You submit yourself to me?"
Shiobaki nodded eagerly. "Of course! Huge fan, Darth Vader sir! I have to say, I've never seen an outsider with such an impressive entrance! We all had high hopes for you, but you've surpassed them all! Truly, you ARE the greatest of the Crimson Demon Clan!"
Vader regarded Shiobaki for a moment, and the fisherman merely smiled up at him happily.
Then Vader took the pen, and signed the fishing pole. "I am not of the Crimson Demon Clan!"
"Of course you are! We remember when we adopted you!" Shiobaki said happily, taking the pole and admiring it. "Come on! Everyone's going to be so excited you're here! We'll have a welcome party and everything!"
"I have not come for your senseless ceremonies," Vader hissed. "Who do you think I am?"
"Well, I wouldn't insult you by using your slave name, but we all know you're the Foremost Podrace of the Crimson Demon Clan, the Foremost Pilot, AND the Foremost Jedi Killer! Huge accomplishments," Shiobaki babbled as he hopped off the wreck.
Vader regarded the sand for a moment, folding his arms and glaring down. "Tread carefully, Shiobaki. The man you seem to speak of is dead."
"Of course! You took on a badass new name and everything! The Crimson Demon Clan totally respect that!" Shiobaki agreed. "But, us old timers remember when you won the Boonta Eve Classic!"
"I told you, that man is dead," Vader growled. Then, he seemed to relent, and jumped down. "But I did appreciate your assistance in creating my Pod Racer, Shiobaki. It is one of the few memories of this accursed planet I treasure."
"Ah, it will be just like old times," Shiobaki agreed. He attempted to put an arm around Vader, but the sheer malice coming off the Sith Lord was enough to dissuade him. Searching for another topic, he hastily added, "Oh, and don't worry, we've been keeping a good eye on your son."
The next thing Shiobaki knew, he was pinned to the sand by Vader's mystic powers, and there was a lightsaber in his face.
"You will tell me of the son of Skywalker. Now."
Shiobaki frowned. "Well, that's what you're here for, isn't it? We were certain you were simply waiting for the day when it was appropriate to reveal Kazuma's dramatic backstory!"
After a long moment filled with awesome (and ominous) breathing, Vader released Shiobaki and deactivated his lightsaber. "I had forgotten how…different…interacting with Crimson Demons was."
"Well, it was natural! After all, you're an honorary Crimson Demon, and so is your son! He's sure to join the clan any day now! Why, we think he'll probably marry the Chief's daughter, and lead the clan to conquer the stars at his father's behest!" Shiobaki said happily as he dusted himself up and led Vader along
To most people, being thrown about with Mystic Powers and threatened with death was a sign that things had gone awry, and that they were in danger.
To Shiobaki and the rest of the Crimson Demon Clan, it was known as "a semi-serious discussion."
Serious discussions always involved at least a few craters and devastated vistas.
"You…what?" Vader asked, now actually taken aback.
"We haven't told the young people of course, we wanted it to be a surprise! But naturally, we figured you'd need help overthrowing the Emperor one day," Shiobaki said with a shrug as they approached the Sand Crawler.
"Are you one of those fool rebels, or supporters of the jedi?" Vader demanded. Shiobaki opened his mouth, but Vader raised a hand. "No. You simply think it is appropriately dramatic for me to betray my master, become the true Lord of the Sith, and rule the galaxy with an iron fist, my son and his bride establishing a bloodline line of sorcerer Emperors."
"Exactly! I knew you always had a deep appreciation for our culture," Shiobaki said happily, then opened the sand crawler.
"HEY EVERYONE! ANI'S HOME! GET OUT THE GOOD STUFF, LET'S HAVE A PARTY!"
Vader very nearly killed Shiobaki and every single Crimson Demon on the spot.