Five wishes...

So, I'm reading these parenting books, now that I'm Darth Daddy all over again to a five year old.

One of the books said "When your child is born, write down five wishes for him/her by the time he/she is grown."

I wish I knew from the start that Luke and Leia were alive. I would have happily written down five wishes for both of them. I'm very certain that "member of Rebel Alliance" and "Traitor" would not have been on that list. No offense, Leia. ;) You did make up for it with your most impressive career in the Senate.

So...five wishes for Cesera:

1. May you choose your friends wisely and may those you choose be loyal to you in all walks of life.

2. May you never lose any of your limbs or the use of your lungs...I hope you never have to go through even a second of your life in a suit like mine.

3. May you grow up to be a strong, wise Sith Lord, and bring peace to the galaxy.

4. May you find someone in your life who loves you completely, and who you love in return.

5. May you never lose sight of the Force.

Alright. Daddy duties done. Now I'm off to go interrogate some Rebels. Maybe in fifteen years, Cesera will have a Force choke twice as good as mine. (grin)

Darth Daddy?

Where to start, where to start...So, @Lady_Everon and I renewed our vows and had this amazing honeymoon on Byss and then Delaya, and things were all going so well. Indeed things were...most impressive.



But then...NO, my saber DID NOT malfunction.

I began to have these flashbacks...repetitive visions and nightmares bad enough to the point in which I began to have seizures. I didn't think much of it at all at first, but then Rebecca began to have the same visions.

Many sleepless nights ensued. You begin to get this washed out look after the first five days.




I couldn't make anything of my visions at all. A child in pain? My kids are grown.

Then I met *her*...




A child of five years, imprisoned by my own master, until she escaped. Upon further investigation, I determined that she was not a child, but a clone. A hybrid clone containing both mine and Rebecca's DNA, designed as a cruel solution to end my reign as Palpatine's apprentice, by my master himself.

She is now my daughter. Her name is Cesera.

I must confess, I'm new at this "dad from the start" thing, considering that both the twins were grown before I found out I was their father. Cesera is five. What does one do with a five year old? Oh, Force, I hope I don't accidentally break her. Perhaps she's more durable than one Padme Amidala.

I wonder how she'll turn out. She seems a little dark...stealing mommy's pancakes, "Force manipulating" daddy for more cake with that unrefusable smile of hers...

Perhaps she's more like me than I know.

The nature of peace...

Peace is a lie, there is only passion...

...or so I have practiced for the past twenty some years.

Perhaps those words ring true. Perhaps I should listen more to the teachings of the Sith, and not lean onto my own judgment.

Palpatine would have never once questioned himself...why did I? How will I ever rise to my full potential in the Force if I continue in this manner?

...because she has Padme's face...Padme's eyes...

Because she has the naïve want for peace which a young man born forty years back on Tatooine had and hoped for...a spectre of my past which I know all too well.

Because, despite her serene appearance, inside, she has the fiery temperament of myself, Darth Vader...despite her every attempt to conceal it, she wrestles with the notion that she's more Vader's daughter than Anakin Skywalker's...

Ironically, she has yet to realize that the subject of her hatred is the source of her strength. Ironic for her...heartwrenching for me.

My thoughts often drift back to that night on Coruscant where I sensed through the Force that Padme would bear a daughter. Sensed her, felt her...wept for her when I thought that in my rage at Padme, I had destroyed her...

And then finding Luke all those years later...the shock of his discovery, how he rang out to me through the Force! I had a son! In my joy, I forgot the child I thought I had...attributed it to my frequently blurred visions...only to find again that I was right.

The horror of what I've done to her and to her husband eats at my soul like a flame. I bear it along with the atrocities I've committed towards my son, my long dead wife, and towards countless others. Yet, in that same sense, the euphoria in the revelation that I have a daughter is enough to make it bearable...

I have a daughter. And, just as with Luke, I would do anything in my power to have her in turn accept me as her father.

I attempted to grant her the peace she wanted last night in my proposal for a treaty between the Rebellion and the Alliance. There at last, was her offer on the table...all she needed to end the war was her signature...I had signed already. Her men would go free, her Alliance would go unharmed...together, we could attempt to put things right, once and for all...

...and she refused.

What's more, she elected not to put two capable and loyal men, two men who served her admirably, ahead of her own selfish desires.

As a commanding officer, I run my fleet with a tight fist. If an officer is at fault, he will likely pay for the infraction with his life...but in the same sense, I am quick to reward those loyal to our cause, and I am humbled by any who demonstrate loyalty to me in any regard. Those closest to me know that I can even be forgiving, if the situation and the merit of the officer itself warrants it so...

And yet, here were two loyal and admirable men...men who had not broken during the interrogation, despite the methods my Grand Admiral employed...courageous men. And they were but a speck in the light of her dreams of the Rebellion.

I question the nature of peace...it is foreign to me, yet coveted. I have seen it corrupted by the Jedi, by my master, by countless others. Peace to me has become artificial. A beautiful idea, but nothing more.

I will remain among the rational...

Master of the dark side, but not of the paperwork...

When I signed up for this job, I was down with all the dark side had to offer. Let's face it. I rock a black cape. My Force choke brings all the boys to the yard. I can lead a purge and party like it's 1999 all over again.

One thing I can't do and will never be able to manage is paperwork.


Somehow, my being a Dark Lord means I'm a glorified paper pusher...now I know when I signed up as apprentice, I'd be dealing with everything good ol' Palps didn't want, but this is ridiculous. I went to JEDI SCHOOL. How the kriff am I supposed to ace at mathematics? I'm sorry, but a few simple equations to help my TIE streak across deep space is all I know. Death Star budget cuts? Tax restrictions? What's that?!


They say sanity is the first thing to go. I can understand that now.

-DV

An OOC RP PSA...aboard an SSD manufactured by BMW. ;)

As most of you are well aware, the majority of us are currently involved with the Yuuzhan Vong storyline. From some earlier tweets I've decided there are a few points I need to address/clarify:

1. JUMP IN. I'd like this story to involve as many of us as possible, and I purposely brainstormed something that would get everyone working together RP wise. It's just more fun that way. If you still haven't jumped in but would like to, please do so. I love seeing what everyone brings to the table!

2. Please realize that apart from a general outline i.e. (Vader captured, Vader escapes, Empire crushes the Vong) I'm not so sure where our storyline is going, myself. I wait for someone to tweet and feed off of that. I kind of like the unknown element b/c I never know quite what to expect.

3. In regards to #2, I would LOVE if you guys could jump in with some ideas for what you'd like to see happen. Use the comment section of this blog to contribute. We can turn it into some sort of "mini-forum" to discuss this and future storylines. I'd love that.

4. If you're not a part of the SW Verse but you've been watching our storyline unfold, we still welcome your ideas and encourage you to join.

5. Much love to everyone here...even if they're part of the Rebel Alliance and/or a traitor... ;)

-DV

Ah, kriff...

Yes, it's that time of year again. Valentine's Day. What a pain in my cybernetic ass. What did I do to deserve this? It's almost as bad as that wretched time of the year known as Father's Day, where I've learned cards like THIS will be the norm from my children from now until my funeral pyre at Endor.



But Valentine's Day...holidays based on love aren't quite compatible with those who've elected to pursue a Sith lifestyle. I mean "Peace is a lie, there is only passion" fulfills the passion requirement, but love? One *can* love, but, THIS? This holiday, one is expected to cut out little hearts and watch romantic holos and even speak in that hideous lovey language. I won't even go into that.



Problem is, I have someone who's counting on me, and I have no idea what in blazes to do. Imagine...Darth Vader gets the girl, and then fails to deliver the one day of the year where it actually counts. I do a fantastic job all 364 other days...why does it have to be this blasted other day that stands out from the rest?

Relax, Vader. In with the good mechanized breath, out with the bad.

Valentine's Day is just another day...

Yeah. I've said that till I'm blue in the face. Actually, more like pasty-white, but we won't go into that. And don't needle me with, "How grotesque, Lord Vader?" I look just fine!!

What to get Brisard...what to get Brisard...

All I can think of that she might need is a hydrospanner. So I bought one.



So I got this hydrospanner and a cake fashioned to be an exact replica of our wedding cake. But that's all I have. A glorified wrench and a cake.

Here's hoping the Force is with me...

PSA: PLEASE READ

PSA: To all members of the SW twitterverse and all outsiders who interact with us:

As you all well know, there have been many changes in our verse as of late, and none of them good.

I aim to address as many of the issues at hand as best I can and turn it over to each of you for a solution, as this matter is now well beyond my control.

While I am flattered and humbled that so many of you have come to me looking for answers, help, direction, etc, I must also remind you that I'm really not the group leader. We don't have one. Personally, I feel that's a good thing. That being said, please don't take this as a "never come to me with your problems" thing, because that isn't why I'm posting this here. I'm just trying to say that there's only so much I can address at a given time. Lately, it's gotten beyond my grasp.

If you have personal issues with another member of our verse, please take it up respectfully with that person in dm's. I would be happy to moderate if needed, as would other members of our verse.

This leads me to another point altogether:

I try my best to be impartial in the verse. I love each of you, and I want nothing more than to help you all interact and help new people to integrate. Please don't ask me or others to take sides, unfollow, block, etc. a given character at anytime.

Also? The hate in this verse has GOT to stop. If you have a problem, dm, or call someone in to moderate.

Public slams both on the feed, formspring, etc., from ALL PARTIES need to cease as well. We're acquiring more haters, and quickly earning the reputation of becoming cliquish and elitists. I'm sick of it.

Go back to one @The_Tycho. I can't tell you how much sleep I've actually lost over what happened with him. If I could go back and change what was said on my part, I would. Was he annoying? Yes. He was also 14 years old.

If someone annoys you, simply unfollow. Don't give a reason unless they ask you, and if at all possible, make your answer simple and polite.

Your Dark Lord isn't unfollowing anyone unless they seriously start something that gets out of control. Unless you can give me a timestamp of an @reply with "Rot in hell you bastard" etc, and I can tell without a shadow of a doubt that it's OOC, because let's face it, that last quote is totally IC for Leia and Luke if they said it to me, I'm not going to slam, unfollow, block, etc.

Don't get problems with other characters if they don't block/unfollow the same characters you want them to unfollow, and on the other end of the spectrum, don't get upset if a character unfollows you. It's happened to everyone. Just move on. This is twitter.


Let's talk RP: If someone is in a serious storyline and you see a lot of stuff going on, best not to interrupt/interject with anything unless you're interjecting something of importance. An OOC comment here and there is fine, but don't make someone who's trying to assault a planet/etc have an entire convo if you see he/she is busy. If you're from outside the verse, try and see if the person you're about to tweet is insanely busy or not before you hit them up with an @reply.

Over the past four days I have sacrificed school, sleep, meals, etc. trying to help mend the differences in our RPG community. @leiaorganasolo has taken time away from work to do the same, and for any effort on my part, she has more than likely doubled it on hers.

While we're happy to help out, please remember that we can't always make these sacrifices. We're all adults here...I'm hoping we can all approach our problems and work them out as adults. Childish bickering needs to come to an abrupt halt. We came here to play, not to fight. The only fights we need to have are in character ones and part of a storyline.

On a more personal note, I love playing with each and every one of you here. It has, however become difficult for me to navigate through 8-10 timelines (which at any given time of the day I'm in), and it's also hard for my followers and the people I tweet here to follow. If you see you can jump into one of the stories I already have going instead of starting another, it'd be a big help. The four of you who have storylines with me as wives we might need to start looking at going for different stories on a day to day basis.

Please keep in mind that nothing in the above PSA is intended to come across harsh, these are merely issues that we need to address so that things won't get out of hand. If each of you can assist in some way, the verse should run like a well-maintained Italian sports car. I hear they're like podracers, so I'm all for it. ;)

Thanks,

DV