Loth-kitten
Там же... ой, я не дал ссылю.
archiveofourown.org/works/10129274/chapters/225...
Vader doesn’t like to admit it, but wherever he plays at being a Separatist Sith (it makes his stomach turn every time; Kix frequently tries to prescribe him something for the nausea), he does enjoy hanging out with the simple battle droids. He wants to hate them. Hate comes easy to him after all, but even with their restrictive programming and short life spans the droids have such character and personality. They are funny. They may not be organic, but Vader thinks they too deserve better than their lot.
The local planetary leaders are a bit bewildered by all of this, to say the least. Those who have been forcibly invaded by the Separatists are just stunned. “The Dark One isn’t killing us. The droids have gotten rid of their weapons and are now rebuilding our homes and replanting crops. He and the Jedi want to know if they can borrow some swoop bikes and go racing. What is happening here?”
The planets that joined with the Separatists on moral grounds find Luke (a product of his Tatooine upbringing and his years with the Rebel Alliance) a much more than sympathetic ear to their concerns of Republic corruption. He promises to get them in touch with trustworthy people and have their concerns addressed. He urges them to keep pushing for reforms. When they worry about the Separatists coming back and how their planets will survive during wartime, Luke reaches out to the Neutral Systems leader Duchess Satine for help.
(“How do you know this Duchess will be willing to help us?” Luke asks his father.
“She is a notorious pacifist, even in the face of her own life being threatened, but she is willing to listen to the right Jedi.”
Luke crosses his arms over his chest. “And just who is the right Jedi?”
“Obi-Wan managed to talk her around on occasion. On most other occasions she had the upper hand,” Vader explains. After waiting a moment he adds, “They loved each other and Obi-Wan admitted to her once he would leave the Order to marry her if she asked him.”
Luke goggles and then a slow delighted smile spreads across his face. “Obi-Wan Kenobi, General of the Clone Wars and a pacifist Duchess?”
Vader feels a small evil thrill of pleasure. His soft-hearted son will no doubt engage in relentless matchmaking much to the despair and embarrassment of his former Master. Revenge is sweet.
archiveofourown.org/works/10129274/chapters/225...
Vader doesn’t like to admit it, but wherever he plays at being a Separatist Sith (it makes his stomach turn every time; Kix frequently tries to prescribe him something for the nausea), he does enjoy hanging out with the simple battle droids. He wants to hate them. Hate comes easy to him after all, but even with their restrictive programming and short life spans the droids have such character and personality. They are funny. They may not be organic, but Vader thinks they too deserve better than their lot.
The local planetary leaders are a bit bewildered by all of this, to say the least. Those who have been forcibly invaded by the Separatists are just stunned. “The Dark One isn’t killing us. The droids have gotten rid of their weapons and are now rebuilding our homes and replanting crops. He and the Jedi want to know if they can borrow some swoop bikes and go racing. What is happening here?”
The planets that joined with the Separatists on moral grounds find Luke (a product of his Tatooine upbringing and his years with the Rebel Alliance) a much more than sympathetic ear to their concerns of Republic corruption. He promises to get them in touch with trustworthy people and have their concerns addressed. He urges them to keep pushing for reforms. When they worry about the Separatists coming back and how their planets will survive during wartime, Luke reaches out to the Neutral Systems leader Duchess Satine for help.
(“How do you know this Duchess will be willing to help us?” Luke asks his father.
“She is a notorious pacifist, even in the face of her own life being threatened, but she is willing to listen to the right Jedi.”
Luke crosses his arms over his chest. “And just who is the right Jedi?”
“Obi-Wan managed to talk her around on occasion. On most other occasions she had the upper hand,” Vader explains. After waiting a moment he adds, “They loved each other and Obi-Wan admitted to her once he would leave the Order to marry her if she asked him.”
Luke goggles and then a slow delighted smile spreads across his face. “Obi-Wan Kenobi, General of the Clone Wars and a pacifist Duchess?”
Vader feels a small evil thrill of pleasure. His soft-hearted son will no doubt engage in relentless matchmaking much to the despair and embarrassment of his former Master. Revenge is sweet.