The flame continued to spark beside Vi the wood crackling. Despite the hearty fire beside her Vi felt cold. Not the normal cold feeling where her fingers felt numb and her lips cracked. No she felt cold inside. Like all the joy and happiness had been sucked out of her by a hoover. Then she noticed the figure at the edge of the light. Tall. dark, robotic its black not blending with the night but instead standing out. It stepped into the shade and suddenly Vi clutched over groping her stomach. She felt sick, extreme pain and cold so cold.

With all her strength she looked up and saw a metallic triangular face with two black empty eyes.

Mumbling as she spat out blood. "Fuck how are my internal organs punctured" she thought.

"Wh-what are you" Vi managed to mumble out.

"Vader"

"Is that it" Vi asked "your just Vader"

"Darth Vader Lord of the Sith" Vader replied.

"You are not deserving of knowing more, now that the small amount of entertainment from watching your pathetic reaction is gone you have no more purpose to continue living" Vader continued.

However, Vi wasn't going to give up that easily, she had met plenty of goons like this all it took was a little punching from her gauntlet. She rose her gauntlet hand up curling it into a fist and drove it hard into Vader's face but suddenly she froze her gauntlet hand mere inches from Vader's face. Vi tried to move but couldn't.

"Rarely do I have such an excited victim. Most prefer not to give me ideas. I must thank you for your cooperativeness" Vader chuckled.

Suddenly Vi was released and she quickly pushed her gauntlet fist towards Vader's face and she screamed, as the tendons in her wrist tore, as her wrist bones cracked over themselves as her hand went into a reflex angle the fist gauntlet now pointing towards Vi's face. No longer was Vi's arm under her control and despite Vi's desperate attempts to retake control as the gauntlet slammed into her face.

Vi's torso swaying her legs kneeling, her arms either side, her face was barely recognisable as her empty eye sockets bled the eye veins curling around her punched in nose, cheek flesh barely hanging onto bone, lips curled into a sickening grimace breath escaping through the gap along with broken teeth and torn tongue.

In such shock and pain Vi crumpled over her body striking against the cool metallic legs of Vader her broken body draped over.

"My you really are enthusiastic" as Vader spoke, he rubbed Vi's head taking off skin and hair with each rub. He leaned down to Vi's ear and whispered

"I'm afraid that I'll have to indulge your wishes".