A/N An excerpt from chapter two of Turnaround.
Life has been a little bit rough the last few weeks and I haven't gotten very much writing done. I'm hoping to get myself back into the swing of things now that everything is calming down again. For now, please enjoy! I hope to have something substantial out soon! :D
Proximity
A fair number of dead rebels laid on the ground where they had fallen, peppered with holes, their expressions gaunt and frozen in surprise, terror, and pain. Puddles of blood were still running in little red rivers all along the concrete surface as the rain continued to fall. There were large black, bird-like creatures with sharp talons and teeth already sitting on the corpses, picking at the dead flesh. A few of them hissed an angry sound as Vader passed by, ruffling their feathers in irritation, ready to defend their meal.
He ignored them entirely, focusing instead on the bright light still flickering in the back of his mind.
Vader could tell that Luke was somewhere inside. Their proximity to each other now would make it nearly impossible for him to hide from Vader. His son was spreading his Force presence very thin. Most Jedi and Force users used it as a method to try and confuse other Force sensitives, making it more difficult for them to pinpoint an exact location.
It was clever.
He hoped that it was working on the Inquisitors.
The entrance to the Rebel base was covered in holes and scorch marks, the main doors ripped off their hinges and lying broken on the ground. There was nothing but fear and darkness ahead of him.
Vader lit his lightsaber, letting the red light illuminate the floor and then stepped inside to find his son.
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