She closed her eyes for several long moments. “He—-I don’t think he’s a traitor. He’s just—-it’s not his fault he doesn’t want go through something similar to what they did to him during the Empire.”
“What did the Empire do to him?” He asked with an eyebrow lifted, “I know some, but not most.. However, I do know why he has those scars on his arms… the ones he rarely lets anyone see.”
Anakin let out a long breath, shrugging and shaking his head. “It baffles me as well. I thought he stopped caring for me long ago..” When he’d found out the truth about Vader.
“We’re important to each other.” He said, “it doesn’t make sense to either of us, honestly. But, we care deeply for each other.” They were both simply disasters, and it worked.
“Care deeply for each other?” Kader couldn’t help, but snort at that, “I highly doubt that. He doesn’t care for anyone, but himself.” He then made his way towards Anakin, “Trust me on that information. The only person he’s ever cared for has been himself.”
“Maybe you should accept that before he tortures your for weeks or even better yet?” He shook his head for a moment, “No, I think I will let you be his down fall, but then again? I think Kylo would enjoy it if I dragged you to him. I might even get something out of it.”
Anakin watched the other, crossing his arms over his chest. “These are interesting times to say the least.” He told him dully. “To be fair…this isn’t the best time to be a Skywalker. With everyone on the hunt for Luke.” He said. He knew Wyndel had lost himself for a while…it made sense why the other hadn’t talked about him. “And…considering who Vader was, I don’t exactly blame him.”
“Very interesting it seems, but I wonder why you are even here. I could say a few guesses, but honestly? I have no clue why he would risk his neck for someone like you.”
“I think it simply might be due to the fact he’s grasping at straws.” Kader then chuckled lightly, “Tell me… why are you so important to him? The last time he was this secretive he was running off to the outer reaches for some reason… wasn’t heard from for months.”
Rey eyed him curiously, “…You’re Wyndel’s son?” She asked, though she could almost sense it. Maybe she was getting stronger with the Force.
No…she didn’t know everything. But she liked to think she was a fast learner. As he stepped up to her, she didn’t back down. Only looking up at him. “No…he hasn’t told me..” She admitted, but she also hadn’t asked…of the stories he told…that was not one.
“Well, it’s a good thing I wasn’t looking to gain your approval then.” She said flatly.
“Yes, that is good that you don’t want my approval. However, I doubt you would ever find out why, Scavenger. That is what you are…. nothing more and nothing less. I could turn you over to Lord Ren now, but I do like a challenge, and you’re family in a way.”
“So, you must be the one Wyndel has been so secretive about. I must admit, finding out you were alive was interesting, but he has never said a word about you, Skywalker. Not even a simple… mention… interesting how he brings you back, yes?”
Rey eyed him curiously, “…You’re Wyndel’s son?” She asked, though she could almost sense it. Maybe she was getting stronger with the Force.
“With that reasoning…why wouldn’t I have an advantage?” She asked, tilting her head. “I’ve trained with him as well, shouldn’t I know a few things? Considering our intimacy?”
“You are right about that.” He stated with a chuckle, “You would be right about, but I doubt you know everything.”
“However, has he ever told you how he has so many scars on his arms?” It was more of a question to see just how much she knew than anything else as he took a step forward, “Understand be when I say this; If you ever think I will accept you as anything more than an Enemy of the Order? You are wrong.”
Rey eyed him curiously, “…You’re Wyndel’s son?” She asked, though she could almost sense it. Maybe she was getting stronger with the Force.
“He told me..” Rey glanced to the side. Sure it was true he was much older than she was…but they had a connection she couldn’t shake. Maybe it wasn’t right…but she didn’t overly care.
“I don’t think you’d have the ability to.” She stated evenly. “I’ve beaten Kylo before.” Sure…he’d been wounded, but it still counted.
He was just about to comment on his Father, but then he rubbed at his chin, “Yes, I know what you have done, and I know all about what happened on Star Killer.”
There was a pause, “However, I am quite sure I can handle you. After-all? I was trained by my Father. Who.. you clearly are intimate with.”
Rey eyed him curiously, “…You’re Wyndel’s son?” She asked, though she could almost sense it. Maybe she was getting stronger with the Force.
“He hasn’t used that name around me…” She said, mostly to herself.
“He’s still looking for me?” She asked, shaking her head, of course he was, but she didn’t quite understand why. “Why so concerning?”
“It’s concerning due to the fact you’re with him. Do you even know how old he is?” He asked with an eyebrow raised, “You’re both wanted by the First Order and I? I could bring you in. Kylo would enjoy that and I believe I would as well.”
“Obviously, I don’t seem to care.” A snort escaped his lips, “What I chose to do is not something you should consider, but rather I am doing what I want to do. if you don’t like it? Well, we might have a problem.”
Revan sighed, her head dropping again, though this time she reached to catch him in her arms and tug him into her embrace. Leaning her head against him, she gave another sigh. “Yes, I can see how that would be considered betrayal. But you can’t blame him for running away, not after what they did to him.”
She pulled away then, though she stayed close. “I’m…not quite sure I know what use he has for me that you would find repulsive. And you can’t say you didn’t expect me to protect him.”
Kader couldn’t help, but scoff after she let go. Yes, he enjoyed her embrace, but he didn’t enjoy having to be told what he should or shouldn’t expect, “Really, Mother?” He asked with a scoff.
“Do you really think that running solves anything? No, it doesn’t solve anything, and all it does is simply cause more problems.” He then chewed on the inside of his lip, “If I could leave the Knights I would, but I can’t…. you know that.”
She narrowed her eyes and let out a hiss at the use of her name rather than mother. Oh, that stung, but she was quick to cover it up. “You’re just as bad as your stepbrother Arcann. And I don’t like your tone either.”
Revan gave a harsh laugh. “Oh, yes, things will change once we get bodies. We will return and put our arrogant son in his proper place.”
Oh, that was rich — richer than he had even expected, “Proper place?” He couldn’t even stop himself from full out laughing, “Your proper place is in the ground, but do tell..”
He gestured toward himself, “Tell me what is my proper place?”
“Xylek’s son.” He stated in a matter of fact tone, “You are also the Scavenger that Lord Ren is looking for. I find it… amusing, but also concerning at the same time.”
“Oh, you’re not a usurper are you? Your father and I, as well as quite a number of others on Zakuul and elsewhere, would beg to differ. After all, the definition is of someone who seizes a throne, usually by violence. It doesn’t matter that you were intended to gain it eventually. The fact that you killed us to get it has condemned you in the eyes of many.” Revan replied.
“Condemned me? I am not a usurper, this is my place, and you won’t take it from me, Revan.” He hissed out the name like acid, “I would have eventually obtained it, but for now? No, I don’t think I care for your tone.”
There was a pause, “When you get your bodies back, things my change, but for now? This Empire is mine.”
