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Sweet Milk * Main Theme- Oh My Lord by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds * The music is frightening yet ethereally in equal measure. Rama plays the black, green, and white keys with a virtuosity that would put a concert pianist to shame. However, Anakin cannot help but think that an organ would’ve been better for the piece than a KeyBed. The KeyBed sounds exactly like a piano, and even looks like one but with more colorful keys, but the sound lacks the forebodingness necessary for the piece. Anakin still gives Rama a standing ovation when he’s done. “How kind of you, Anakin, but ‘The Chimera’ is best suited for the organ.” Rama then huffs, “I can’t believe there isn’t one here of all places!” “I think your father uses the meditation retreat as storage for the unwanted musical instruments.” “You’re absolutely correct. A double viol from the Governor of Rinado, a Hapan lute from the Queen-Mother, a quintolium from the Moff of the Churnis sector, and this bloody KeyBed from

Raw Honey * Main Theme- All We Ever Wanted Was Everything by Bauhaus * The white of a bacta bandage is almost lost in the blue holo. Most would miss the bandage, but not Darth Sidious. He could inquire about the injury, but he waits for his Apprentice to explain himself. The report comes to an end as swiftly as it began with no explanation for the bandage. The Emperor allows Vader to get away with it for now. He’s returning to Coruscant, and he’ll have much to answer for. He only has to wait a standard week for his Dark Lord’s return. The days pass slowly like treacle syrup. When his attendants announce Vader’s landing, he informs them that he’ll be in the throne room. He’s there but in the garden area, pruning some of the flowers. The candlewick flowers of Alderaan have been given him particular trouble. He blames the new head gardener’s overwatering of them. He’ll correct the man tomorrow. Vader strides into the garden as though he’s won the war. His jubilation

Don’t Talk of Dust and Roses * Main Theme- Big Brother by David Bowie * The sand is a fine, gold powder that perfectly matches with Luke’s hair. It fills the red bucket as easily as water would. Armitage dumps another bucket of sand onto Luke’s chest. The irregular mound is smoothed by the back of a plasticine shovel. The ginger-haired toddler repeats this cycle until an important announcement from Tank: “Luke, Armitage, lunch is ready!” The toddler lets out a squeal of delight and scampers over, leaving behind his bucket and pail. Luke follows after brushing off the sand from his chest. He finds that lunch consists of a nut-paste and shuura jelly sandwiches, cut into military triangles, with tuber chips and green milk cartons. The toddler has eaten half of his sandwich with nut-paste smeared all over his mouth. Tank uses his napkin to wipe the little boy’s mouth. “You’ll make a great father one day,” Luke remarks affectionately. “You can be father. I’ll be

A Flower * Main Theme- Cantos Profane by Richard Band * Anakin tries his best in following his husband’s passions. He goes to operas with him. He tours art museums with him. He even carries all of Sheev’s bags during his shopping sprees. But when it comes to gardening, he doesn’t know what he to do. He doesn’t have a green thumb nor the encyclopedic knowledge of the subject, both of which his husband has in spades. He couldn’t really do anything but listen to his husband’s daily reports. His recent acquisition from the Companion Besh has brought him nothing but woe. The plant has gone from the green peak of life to withering grays of death. It’s clam-shaped bud still hasn’t opened after three weeks and seemed slated to never. His husband has tried everything to make the plant survive and thrive, but it’s only ended in the frustrated wringing of his delicate hands. It doesn’t effect his duties as emperor, but he has become terser in private. All Anakin wants to do is

Old Ghosts * Main Theme- Harvest Moon by Neil Young * The ghostly vapors rise from the blacken earth and blanket the land in harsh mists. There’s volcanic glass mixed into the earth, leftovers from a prehistoric era in Perim’s history. Kaz picks a piece up and examines it with his Scanner’s light. It’s a deep blue that refracts the light into a sapphire beam. He’s amused for a moment and then drops the shard. The further he gets into the land the thicker the mists become. He can’t even see his own hands after a while. The mists become heavier and heavier, and then he blacks out. Eventually, he blacks out. It takes a splash of Sunshine to wake him. It burns his eyes like any booze would, but it smells of peaches and cream. “Fuck! You couldn’t use wine!?” He gripes as he rubs at his eyes until he can see. He sits right up and finds that he’s in a small shack. The walls are scrap metal, and the floor is mostly dirt covered with some rags. There’s a purple blanket in the

Wild Child * Ben’s cage is so small he has to bow his back and keep his knees tucked in if he wants to avoid the bars. The cage’s energy bars don’t allow him to use the Force, at least not without it ricocheting back onto him as he found out in a failed escape attempt. He doesn’t have his lightsaber or pack after they surrendered themselves to the Jeedai. He doesn’t even know where Hux is being held. Through the bars, he sees straw in neat rows with black, brown, white, and yellow feathers sticking out. It reeks of the natural musk of chickens, and he hopes that he won’t have to spend a night with them. He hears the coop’s door swing open and is then sees a Rodian coming inside. He wears armor like the Jensaarai and then realizes that the Rodian is Kelbis Nu. “Padawan Solo, you’re in serious trouble.” “I can’t tell with me being in a cage and all,” he responds sarcastically. Nu winces, and Ben feels guilty for snapping at him. “You assaulted a Jeedai.” “She had a

Needs * The tea is blood in the dark. Steam rises from the silver cup in white wisps that mingle with the blue candle’s dying ember. The yellow and black eyes watch the tea as it cools. The bright blue eyes watch the Pau’an like always. When the last of the wisps dissipate, the Pau’an brings the cup to his moon-white lips. The tea blots his teeth, but his lips remain pristine. “It’s perfect, Bren.” “Enjoy it, Desolous. Kopi tea is getting scarcer than sunlight here.” “Bloody Rebels.” “I think it’s more the fault of economics than revolutionaries. It’s not exactly in high demand in the Regency Worlds, so stores aren’t stocking it anymore.” “How ridiculous! The people here have no taste,” Desolous sniffs, earning a chuckle from Bren. “You should comm the Empress and voice your displeasure on behalf of the Empire.” “Oh, please, I know you’re resourceful enough to get my Kopi tea.” “Then, you’ll have to double my candles.” “I think I can do better than

Sheev in Gold * Main Theme- Venus in Furs by The Velvet Underground * The Eternal Emperor wakes with his head over Anakin’s heart. His Eternal Enforcer’s heart thumps steadily, a soothing staccato to the man’s snoring. His slender fingers trace an outline of the heart before he pulls away from those strong arms. He’s cold upon leaving the canopy, but it’s to be expected. Their clothes lie forgotten on the Wayland marble, looking quite like golden ichor pooling on the black and white floor. He considers putting on his discarded robe, but he finds that such an action will be pointless once Anakin wakes. Twenty silent steps separate them. The mirror holds the visage of a man between his late twenties and early thirties. His lithe form has been perfectly honed by a brutal Sith apprenticeship and then preserved forever by Sith alchemy and modern science. His moon-pale skin bears the impressions of Vader’s dexterous hands, royal in color. He’s left his own marks upon

A Noble Soul * The stained glass renders the moonlight into a green spotlight onto his beer. The Ebla beer comes in a frothy, yellow liquid, but the light tints it into a sickly green. Janek Sunber has seen enough gangrenous limbs to recognize the color. He thinks about pushing it away, but then a hand grasps at his shoulder. He tenses, figuring it’s Gage here to cause a public scene over his promotion. As a newly minted commander, Captain Gage is his inferior now, and inferiors assaulting their commanding officer isn’t tolerated, even those from notable families. Still, he readies himself for a punch when he turns his head back. Instead, he lets out a laugh. “Luke! It’s you!” “Tank, it’s been so long.” The last time he saw Luke was two years ago. His bright blue eyes were red from crying. His white clothes were rumpled from sleeping in them. He looked utterly miserable from doing what he thought was the best for them. Now, Luke wears a black officer uniform that