Chapter 56
Battle of Coruscant
Vader clutched the joystick of his starfighter so tightly that the knuckles on his left hand blanched pure white as he made the transition out of hyperspace. The writhing mists of hyperspace resolved back down to pinpricks of stars and the round glittering orb of Coruscant in less than two blinks of the eye. From their approach vector everything looked calm. So calm in fact that Vader wondered if they were too late and the Separatists had managed to make good their escape.
But Obi-Wan knew exactly where they were going and led him away from the glittering night side of Coruscant towards the day side. As they rounded the sphere of the city-planet it instantly became clear that the Separatists had not yet fled the system with their prize. The battle was still in full swing, showing no signs of being won by either side.
Deadly wedge-shaped Star Destroyers with bold crimson stripes were intermingled with the lumpy tubular and ringed spherical designs of Confederacy battle cruisers that were trimmed in blue. They fired viciously at one another as the Republic Star Destroyers sought to pin the invading Confederate fleet against the atmosphere and trap them in Coruscant's gravity well while the Confederacy ships struggled to break free and escape. And between the two sides of battling titans swarms of tiny fighter ships tried to destroy each other and sting the flanks of the giants around them. It was chaos.
As they drew near the hellish sea of fire, energy beams, and destruction, Vader couldn't help himself. He grinned a wicked grin as a surge of anticipatory adrenalin was released into his veins and leaned forward in his seat. This challenging flight was going to be so exciting!
"This is where the fun begins!"
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes as Vader's comment reached him over the comm net. Trust him to find fun in a dangerous situation, he sighed. Typical…
Clenching his teeth, he led his young friend into the fire. All around them there was roiling destruction. Expanding balls of fiery plasma were fleeting death markers for droid and clone fighters. Massive capital ships lurched around them in slow-motion ballets, shuddering with each impact and spewing misty atmosphere from jagged gashes.
Vader located their target, Grievous' flagship, the Invisible Hand. As they streaked towards it, a squadron of clone-piloted ARC-170s formed up behind them. The heavy fighters were crewed by three clones each: a pilot, a forward gunner, and a tail gunner. At Obi-Wan's command, they all locked their S-foils into the attack position and lunged forward to meet the swarm of Vulture droids that defended their target.
It was carnage. The ARC-170s drew most of the fire and Vader wanted to turn back and help them, but Obi-Wan nixed the idea quickly. They all had jobs to do, the clones were there to assist, and they were there to rescue the Chancellor. But as they continued on towards the Hand, something else decided to get in their way.
After narrowly evading some heat-seeking missiles, they encountered a small field of spheres. They were too small to be mines and as Obi-Wan and Vader swooped a bit closer to them to avoid some laser fire, the spheres began to move. Obi-Wan cringed with dread as he realized just what they were now dealing with.
"Buzz droids," Vader cursed over the comm. "Wonderful!"
My thoughts exactly, Obi-Wan sighed to himself as he engaged in some evasive maneuvers. While Vader managed to shake his tiny pursuers, Obi-Wan was not so fortunate. The spheres popped open, revealing the almost insectoid droids that crawled all over his starfighter, attacking it with their cutting lasers. "Blast!" He cursed. "They're all over me!"
"Move to the right so I can get a clear shot," Vader called.
Get a clear shot at what? Obi-Wan wondered as he obligingly moved to the right. "Arfour, what out you've got–" He stopped mid-sentence as Arfour's ruby-colored sensor dome was sliced off by an attacking Buzz droid. "Oh no," he sighed, "I'm starting to lose my controls."
"Try to hold still," Vader requested calmly.
"Vader, just forget about me," Obi-Wan scowled as he wrestled with the controls. "Get to the ship, rescue the Chancellor!"
"In a minute," Vader assured him. And then he opened fire.
"Hold your fire!" Obi-Wan choked as Vader blasted the Buzz droids on his left wing – and the left wing itself – away. "You're not helping!" He snapped as it became even more difficult to fly his crippled fighter. "Are you trying to kill me?"
"Sorry," Vader apologized. "Bad idea. Just hold still for a minute."
"What? I can't see a thing!" Obi-Wan complained. "My cockpit's fogging up!" He hissed as his life support systems began to fail.
"Just hold still…" Vader muttered.
"I'm running out of tricks here!" Obi-Wan growled as the joystick rattled in his hands. "Leave me and go on ahead, finish the mission!"
"I'm not leaving without you!" Vader snapped back.
And then Vader's new idea for dealing with the Buzz droids became painfully clear as his starfighter slammed into Obi-Wan's. He cursed under his breath as Vader used the wing of his starfighter as a scraper to scratch the Buzz droids off. It was surprisingly effective, except for one unexpected side-effect.
A single Buzz droid survived the unconventional attack and clambered onto Vader's starfighter. It scampered around the yellow and white starfighter before it decided to attack Artoo. Obi-Wan's attention was now split three ways: he had to try and fly his dying starfighter, he had to watch out through his fogged cockpit to make sure he was going the right way and wasn't going to crash into anything, and now he had to watch and see if Artoo would make it.
"Get it Artoo!" Vader encouraged the little droid who was defending itself with a dome-mounted shock probe.
"Artoo, aim for the center eye," Obi-Wan suggested.
"Alright Artoo!" Vader cheered as Artoo hit the center eye and short-circuited the entire attacker.
"Great," Obi-Wan sighed a bit less enthusiastically. "I can't see anything, you go on without me."
"I'm not leaving you Master," Vader snorted. "Just stay on my wing, I'll lead you in. We're almost there."
Obi-Wan sighed deeply and did his best to follow Vader's fighter, squinting through the white fog that obscured his view. "Did you remember to take out the hanger shields?"
"Um, hold on a minute," Vader grumbled.
There was the sound of a muffled explosion and then Obi-Wan choked on a curse as his starfighter crashed into the deck of the hanger. Clenching his teeth against the horrible scraping sounds as his crippled Eta-2 skidded over the floor, he hit the emergency override on his hatch and loosened his seat restraints. Waiting for a moment more, he leapt up and out of his fighter. He lit his saber in mid-air, landed a tad clumsily as he wasn't completely able to compensate for all of his momentum, and immediately began slicing through the battle droids that were guarding the hanger.
Oh I have a bad feeling about this…
Vader grinned as he hacked down the last battle droid in the hanger and then jogged over to Obi-Wan's side. He swallowed a snicker as he recalled his former Master's rather dramatic entry into battle, exploding from his fighter and flipping end over end and then landing and killing a droid in the same instant. As he reached Obi-Wan, Artoo caught with him and started searching for a place to jack in.
"Here," Obi-Wan directed as he located an information jack. "Locate the Chancellor."
Artoo obediently hooked up to the Invisible Hand's computer and began to search. In a few minutes, he turned his dome to the side and projected a holographic map of the ship. There was a blinking red dot at the highest point of the ship on the back fin.
"There he is," Obi-Wan murmured, "on the observation deck. Let's go."
Vader nodded, then shuddered as he picked up something. "I sense Dooku," he swallowed anxiously. Stang.
"I sense a trap," Obi-Wan countered as he gave the projected map a last minute look-over.
"Next move?" Vader asked worriedly.
"Spring the trap," Obi-Wan smirked and headed for the door.
Vader rolled his eyes at Obi-Wan's strange theatrics. You're so weird… He started after Obi-Wan and Artoo started after him. "No Artoo, stay here," Vader ordered. Artoo had already come close to being slagged once this mission, he really didn't want to risk it a second time and piss Padmé off.
"Here," Obi-Wan tossed Artoo a spare comm-link, "take this and wait for orders."
Artoo caught the little device and whistled in disappointment, but obediently rolled back to wait for any further instructions.
Still nervous about feeling the subtle pall of Darkness he sensed connected to Dooku, Vader strode after Obi-Wan. As they hurried down the ship's corridors they almost immediately ran into a couple Destroyers. Not having the time or energy to try and break through their shields, they fled into a lift and punched the key for the deck they needed.
"Drop your weapons!" A buzzing droid voice ordered from behind them.
What the heck? Vader frowned, glancing over at Obi-Wan. This lift was empty when we jumped in it…right?
"I said drop 'em!" The droid repeated.
Yeah right, Vader snorted, whirling around with Obi-Wan to cut down the battle droids that occupied the lift with them.
"That was interesting," Vader muttered after they finished. Then the lift suddenly ground to a halt. "And this is bad."
"Did you press the stop button?" Obi-Wan frowned.
"No, did you?" Vader wondered.
"No," Obi-Wan muttered worriedly.
Vader sighed and eyed the lift car ceiling speculatively. "Well," he drew his saber again and relit it, "there's more than one way out of here." He then began to cut a man-sized hole.
"We don't want to get out, we want to get up." Obi-Wan grumbled, fishing out his comm-link. "Artoo. Artoo, do you copy? Activate elevator," he glanced up at the number, "31174."
A circular chunk of the ceiling dropped down and Vader leapt up through the new hole. It would take too long for Artoo to get this thing working, he didn't want to wait, he just wanted to get through this mess and get back to Coruscant. But then the lift car suddenly dropped down from under his feet and he barely caught the edge of a ledge.
Oh great, now what? Vader sighed as he dangled there.
"Hands up Jedi!" Another battle droid demanded.
Vader glanced up to see a pair of droids looming over him with their blasters drawn and pointed at his head.
I just had to ask, didn't I?
Obi-Wan yelped as the lift suddenly rocketed downwards, nearly throwing him off his feet. "Artoo, we need to be going up, not down!" He muttered into the comm-link. The lift almost immediately came to a dead stop, this time actually knocking Obi-Wan off his feet. And then the lift started back up again, going in the right direction this time. "Now that's better," he sighed, standing up and brushing himself off.
There was a thud behind him and, still a bit rattled from the jerky lift ride, he spun around with his saber drawn. "Oh," Obi-Wan blinked as he was confronted with a startled looking Vader, "it's you." He cringed in embarrassment and put his lightsaber away.
"What was that all about?" Vader frowned, confused.
Obi-Wan shook his head. "Well Artoo has been–"
"No loose wire jokes," Vader scowled, cutting Obi-Wan off. "He's doing the best he can."
"Did I say anything?" Obi-Wan asked innocently.
"He's trying," Vader grumbled in annoyance.
"I didn't say anything!" Obi-Wan protested. Ah, I've been picking on Artoo too much lately… When things went wrong and Senator Amidala's droid was involved he liked to teasingly dump the blame on the Astromech, but Vader, it appeared, was getting tired of it.
They completed the lift ride in tense silence. This was an obvious trap and despite his earlier bravado about 'springing the trap' he knew that this would be one of the most dangerous missions yet. Dooku was a powerful and dangerous enemy, getting past him and getting the Chancellor to safety would be difficult to say the least.
The lift came to a stop, this time at the right level, and they exited out onto the observation deck. The place lived up to its name and was filled with enormous windows that gave a spectacular view of the vicious battle that was still raging around them. Across the room from the lift was Supreme Chancellor Palpatine, bound to a chair by his wrists.
As Obi-Wan strode over to the elderly man, he noted that the politician appeared to be completely unharmed by his kidnappers. He sat calmly in his seat, staring stoically ahead. Obi-Wan reached the Chancellor and bowed in greeting.
"Chancellor," he murmured politely, reaching up to release the cuffs that held him in place.
The Chancellor seemed oblivious to the polite greeting. "Count Dooku," he warned softly, nodding to a spot behind them.
Obi-Wan and Vader turned and, sure enough, Dooku was there, staring down at them from an upper balcony.
"This time we will do it together," Obi-Wan told Vader as they prepared to do battle with the Fallen Jedi Master. He didn't want the young man to rush in like he had on Geonosis.
"I was just about to say that." Vader grumbled.
"Get help!" Palpatine called from behind them. "You're no match for him. He's a Sith Lord!"
"Chancellor Palpatine, Sith Lords are our specialty." Obi-Wan assured him. Please don't tell us how to do our jobs.
"Your swords please, Master Jedi," Dooku called down from the high balcony in his deep velvety voice. "We don't want to make a mess of things in front of the Chancellor." Smirking arrogantly, he leapt over the railing and somersaulted down to the deck, striding to meet them.
"You won't get away this time Dooku," Obi-Wan decided as he brought his lightsaber up to the ready.
"I've been looking forward to this," Dooku chuckled darkly, activating his crimson-bladed saber.
"I bet you have," Vader snorted, snapping on his own weapon.
The duel began then, and since it was a two-on-one they had much better chances of winning it this time. Still, despite having two separate opponents, Dooku easily held his own. His elegant red blade deflected their strikes with little effort and Obi-Wan began to feel a tad worried.
"Your moves are too clumsy Kenobi, too predictable." Dooku sneered. "You'll have to do better than this."
Obi-Wan made no reply and instead focused all of his energy on finding an opening he could exploit. Before he could land any real hits he found himself flying through the air and crashing into a wall. Shaking it off as best he could, he charged back into the fray, cutting through a pair of battle droids who had just arrived on the scene as he went.
Vader was the next to be thrown aside by a Force-push from the Sith Lord. He too crashed into a wall, but got up quickly and came right back. But his assistance wasn't enough.
Not even half a minute after that, Obi-Wan was thrown again. This time the impact was worse and Obi-Wan cracked his head hard. As he tumbled to the floor, things grew fuzzy, then dark.
Oh…blast…
Vader charged Dooku again after the Sith had tossed his former Master into the wall. But he wasn't fast enough to stop the old bastard from collapsing a catwalk over Obi-Wan's back. Snarling, he lunged at the old man before he could do anymore damage.
He hacked away at the bastard, taking a more aggressive stance in an attempt to end the fight quicker. Fighting Dooku alone was not something he wanted to do. A ghost of his old fear was slowly rising up in the back of his mind and his damaged right arm grew cold.
"I sense great fear in you, my boy." Dooku commented. "You have hate, you have anger, but you don't use them. Why not?"
Vader growled and put even more power into his strikes. Shut up! He kicked out at Dooku and managed to knock him off the raised platform they'd worked their way onto.
He kept up his assault, refusing to let Dooku regain his equilibrium. With each strike he felt his anger build. It was Dooku who had sparked this horrible war. It was Dooku who had stolen him away from his mother. Dooku was the visible threat and Vader intended to take care of him.
When Dooku lost his footing, Vader took full advantage of it. He brought his blade right through Dooku's wrists, severing his hands. There, how do you like it? Vader thought viciously as he called Dooku's curved saber hilt into his left hand.
Lighting Dooku's weapon again, he held it and his own saber up to Dooku's neck, the red and blue blades crossing to form a scissor-like weapon. He stared down coldly at the maimed and kneeling Sith Lord. Dooku stared up at him with an expression that Vader had never seen before, one of pure fear.
Never had Dooku ever been afraid of him. Always he'd looked down on Vader with disgust, disdain, hatred, cold disinterest, vicious amusement. But never was there any hint of fear. Now that was all that Vader saw.
You so deserve this! He glared angrily. But… He slowly started to lower the blades. I'm better than you.
"Good, very good," he heard the Chancellor say in a rather strained odd sort of voice. "Kill him," she said suddenly, "kill him now."
Vader was so startled he almost turned away from Dooku to stare at the Chancellor. "Excuse me?" What?
"Kill him!" Palpatine insisted stiffly.
Dooku looked just as shocked as Vader felt. He glanced over at the Chancellor, then back at Vader. His expression twisted into one of fearful rage and he suddenly lunged towards the still bound politician.
Caught off-guard without any time to think about what he was doing, Vader brought his blades back up and cleanly decapitated the Count. It was a purely knee-jerk, reflexive reaction. But once his brain caught up with what he'd just done, he dropped the Count's saber and took a few steps back from the freshly minted corpse.
Oh shit! He swallowed anxiously. I didn't mean to do that! He was totally unarmed…literally!
"You did well," the Chancellor told him, his tone now reassuring. "He was too dangerous to be kept alive."
How was he dangerous? Vader wondered anxiously, whipping his head around to stare the still imprisoned Chancellor. I had just hacked off both his hands!
"He was unarmed, helpless," Vader pointed out as he struggled to get himself back together. "Killing him was uncalled for," he unhappily admitted as he released the binders from Palpatine's wrists.
"I wouldn't worry about it," Palpatine shrugged as he rubbed at his wrists. "Count Dooku has killed countless numbers of your fellow Jedi. You merely ended the threat to your comrades."
Whatever, Vader frowned. You've worked with the Jedi Order for years and you still don't understand how we work?
"Now we must leave before more security droids arrive." Palpatine declared, striding for the lifts.
Vader scowled suspiciously at the Chancellor as he slowly followed. He's really calm for an old guy who was just kidnapped, witnessed a crazy duel, and saw a guy get killed right in front of him…
He stopped suddenly in the middle of the room and glance over to the side. Ah, Obi-Wan! I forgot! He winced and scurried over to his former Master who was still crumpled on the deck underneath the collapsed catwalk.
Checking Obi-Wan over, he found that the older man was fine, aside from being unconscious. Pausing for a moment to concentrate, he levitated the crushed catwalk slightly and moved it aside so he could get to his Master. Just as he got him free, the Chancellor decided to meddle again.
"There's no time," Palpatine decided. "We must get off the ship before it's too late."
Vader just turned and stared at the man, doing nothing to disguise his shocked confusion. Whoa, whoa, whoa… Are you telling me to leave him…behind?
"Leave him," Palpatine ordered when Vader didn't move, "or we'll never make it!"
Okay, that's it. Vader narrowed his eyes before turning away. You do not tell me what to do. He carefully began to heft the unconscious Obi-Wan over his shoulders. I am the rescue-er, you are the rescue-e. He stood up, staggering a bit under Obi-Wan's weight before finding his balance. I save you; you shut up and be good. He turned and strode determinedly towards the lifts.
"Now we can leave," he muttered under his breath just quietly enough so that the Chancellor couldn't hear.
He marched over to the lifts at the back of the observation deck and pressed the call button. The Chancellor stood next to him, looking a tad disgruntled and almost disappointed. When the lift failed to appear after a few minutes, Vader swallowed a groan. Oh crap.
Shifting Obi-Wan slightly, he pulled out his comm-link and called Artoo. "Artoo, activate elevator 3224." Nothing happened. "Artoo, do you copy?" Still nothing. "Artoo, come in!" Still nothing.
Before he could yell at Artoo again, something really bad happened. The entire ship started to roll over, turning the walls into the floors. Somehow managing to keep his balance through the crazy roll, he forced open the lift doors and led the Chancellor down the shaft.
This is bad. He sighed. This. Is. Bad. I'm having flashbacks to Cato Nemoidia here…
But then it got even worse. The ship rolled back to its proper position while they were still running down the lift shaft. Before he could get them out of there, it tilted so much they slid, and then fell.
Vader managed to catch himself and his cable before he plummeted to his death. Obi-Wan's added weight put incredible strain on his right arm, especially at the point where his prosthetic was connected to the rest of him. And then Palpatine grabbed a hold of his leg and made it worse.
Oh ow! He grimaced, struggling to hold onto the cable and Obi-Wan at the same time. You know, this would be a really good time for you to wake up Obi-Wan… (You hear me? Wake up!) He sent for good measure.
Obi-Wan didn't wake up though. Instead, he started to slip and slide as the Invisible Hand's artificial gravity (and Coruscant's gravity on top of that) kept pulling downwards…
"Master?" Vader hissed in alarm. "Master?" He hissed louder as he started to feel his panic building and Obi-Wan still slipping. "Master!"
"Ah-WAH!" Obi-Wan yelped, abruptly regaining consciousness and squirming back upwards and wrapping his arms around Vader's neck.
"Easy," Vader muttered anxiously as he fought to catch his breath. "We're in a bit of a situation."
"Did I miss something?" Obi-Wan asked dazedly. "What is that?" He inquired, gazing upwards.
"Uh-oh," Vader gulped as he saw the lift car rapidly descending. "Artoo!" He called into the comm-link he could now use that one of his hands was free. "Artoo shut down the elevator!"
"Too late! Jump!" Obi-Wan ordered and let go.
Swallowing, Vader did the same. As he fell, he yanked his grappling hook from his belt and used it to swing through an open lift door and skid across the floor. Obi-Wan had done the same and the Chancellor had somehow managed to keep clinging to his leg throughout the whole mess.
Aw man… Vader panted as he laid on the deck for a moment. I so need a vacation…
Obi-Wan had the lead again, now that he was once more conscious, and led Vader and the Chancellor towards the hanger bay in search of something flyable that they could escape in. His head throbbed something awful, but it was much better than being dead. But what would be the best, would be for them all to make it off the Invisible Hand alive.
"Artoo," he heard Vader call into the comm-link, "get down here. Artoo, do you copy?"
I can't believe Vader took the Chancellor down the lift shaft. Obi-Wan snorted as the jogged down the corridor. He really must learn to be more patient. He–
Obi-Wan skidded to a stop just as a circle of ray shields sprang to life around them. The hazy white energy field looked pretty, but it was very dangerous. Touching it could deliver a shock, perhaps a shock big enough to kill.
"Ray shields!" Vader hissed in frustration.
"Wait a minute," Obi-Wan frowned as he studied the writing pattern of the energy field, "how did this happen? We're smarter than this!"
"Apparently not," Vader snorted.
"I'm open to suggestions here," Obi-Wan sighed as he tried to think past his lingering headache.
"I say…patience." Vader decided.
"Patience?" Obi-Wan blinked. What? "That's your plan, is it?"
"Yes, Artoo will be along in a few minutes and he'll release the ray shields." Vader declared confidently.
Then, to Obi-Wan's amazement, Artoo did appear. The little blue Astromech skidded into the corridor with an alarmed squeal and crashed into the wall. Artoo reoriented himself, shook his sensor dome a bit, then chirped cheerfully when he caught sight of them.
"See?" Vader smirked. "No problem."
And then a small army of battle droids marched into view. Artoo zapped one with his shock probe, but got smacked on his 'head' for his trouble. There was no escape now.
"Do you have a plan B?" Obi-Wan asked in annoyance.
Vader seethed as he was marched to the bridge by the battle droids who had captured them. Obi-Wan, Artoo, and the Chancellor were there too. He and the other two Humans had binder on their wrists and he and Obi-Wan's lightsabers had been confiscated.
This is humiliating. Vader sighed as they reached the bridge. Caught by ray shields and a bunch of dumb droids…
He stiffened up as they came out onto the bridge and were confronted by the Separatist general. Grievous was tall…very tall. Made of bone-white durasteel, he was a hulking creature draped only in a grayish cloak. When he turned to face them, a pair of slit-pupiled yellow eyes stared out of the shadowy sockets of a skull-like mask at them. He was an alien and a droid…a cyborg.
"Ah yes…General Kenobi," General Grievous drawled in a deep, synthesized voice, coughing and wheezing a bit. "The Negotiator. We've been waiting for you. That wasn't much of a rescue." He sneered contemptuously. The cat-like yellow eyes shifted to Vader. "And who is this? Some kid sidekick?"
Ooh…you're asking for it! "General Grievous," Vader sniffed disdainfully, "you're…shorter…than I expected." Wait a minute…that was kinda lame… Gotta work on my taunts.
"Rah! Jedi scum!" Grievous growled.
"We have a job to do," Obi-Wan chided, "try not to upset him."
"Your lightsabers will make a fine addition to my collection," Grievous taunted cruelly as he briefly parted his cape to reveal a number of lightsabers hooked around his waist before shoving their confiscated lightsabers into a pocket in his cape.
"Not this time," Obi-Wan retorted, "And this time you won't escape." He added boldly.
Right, Vader smirked. "Artoo!" He yelled.
Artoo, clever little droid that he was, knew immediately what was required of him. He instantly extended every tool and appendage he possessed, spun his dome around, and screamed like he was overloading. And just as they intended, every eye was drawn to his performance, giving he and Obi-Wan the opportunity they needed.
Raising his bound hands, he called his saber, as did Obi-Wan. They activated them, cut each other's bonds, and turned on the droids that controlled the bridge. As they did, they were careful to make sure that the Chancellor was kept safe.
"Crush them!" Grievous bellowed. "Make them suffer!"
Vader gleefully hacked through the battle droids before they could get up from their positions. Obi-Wan was more restrained. But they both got the job done. Until Grievous and his personal guard droids joined the fray.
They wielded electrified staffs that had the power to stand up to lightsaber blades. The Magna Guards were tricky, but defeat-able. Grievous was something else altogether…
With all the droids on the bridge cut into pieces, Vader and Obi-Wan cornered the cyborg general near the bridge windows. Grievous crouched low, holding his electro-staff in front of him as he looked back and forth between the two Jedi. His eyes narrowed and he let out a menacing chuckle.
"You lose General Kenobi!" Grievous declared.
Then he through his staff into one of the windows. The transparisteel cracked, then shattered. The vacuum of space immediately sucked the shards of the transparisteel, some of the atmosphere, and General Grievous out. That left Vader, Obi-Wan, Artoo, and the Chancellor hanging on to whatever they could to keep from joining the seemingly suicidal cyborg.
This is insane! Vader raged as he clung to a console. This is kriffing insane!