So due to my last one shot, a lot of people have been asking me to do a Darth Vader Arc story, so I figured what the hell, I'll give it my best shot. This will be different as Pyrrha will still be alive.
I have my sneaking suspicion she actually is still alive even if her voice actor confirmed her death, because isn't that what you would do if you wanted people to think your character was dead? Food for thought, besides its roosterteeth, how many characters in Red vs Blue ever stayed dead? Almost none.
Anyways here we go, I had a little too much whiskey, so lets hope this turns out alright.
Honestly reading this over...its a little weird, obviously he is Darth Vader, but making him like that was just odd, so please excuse the weird plot line.
On top of Beacon tower
"JAUNE!" That was all I heard...the arrow that pierced through my chest had really made me lose sense of my surroundings. Huh, funny, I didn't think it would hurt this much.
"Heh, how about that, I saved you for once." I said as I collapsed to my knees, yeah this was not my idea of being a hero.
Don't get me wrong, I had always dreamed of being a hero, but never in a way that I would be dying in my friends arms. I was hoping I would be more like the hero who saves the damsal in distress at the last moment and lives happily ever after. And while I accomplished the first part, this fairy tale definately did not have a happy ever after. This was more like a tragedy, like that story I read in the old books about the woman who fought for her people and was burned alive at the stake. While in the end her sacrifice and death meant a lot, I guarantee you she was not thinking the same thing.
Sure everybody thinks a sacrifice is a great thing for the people you love, but the thing is you feel scared as hell. You think about all that could have been, what you could have done, the family you could have started, it all comes rushing at you, Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't take back what I did, Pyrrha was worth it. But I couldn't help but feel fear that I was about to die, I knew you couldn't so easily heal a shot to the heart, that would be insane. All I know, was I was feeling pure fear right now.
I thought I felt fear when we faced that deathstalker, I thought I felt it when I faced that Ursa in that forest, I thought I felt FEAR, when Nora went on a pancake binge. So if thats what fear was, how do I describe what I am feeling now. I considered myself a religious man, I was certain there was an afterlife, but even then, what if I was wrong. What if we were just the result of some cosmic coincidence? The thought depressed me, how could everything have just happened, why couldn't there be a god who made everything? Hell, science and religion were pretty compatible when you thought about it. Oh dang, now I'm rambling again, I guess it happens when you're on the verge of death.
"Why? Why would you do that for me?!" Pyrrha yelled at me as she shook me while pulling the arrow from my chest.
"You're worth saving Pyrrha..." I said with a smile as her tears just increased...I wasn't good at comforting someone...especially since I was going to be dead pretty soon.
"No...It wasn't supposed to be like this...this was my destiny!"She yelled as I narrowed my eyes at her.
"Fuck destiny." I said as she looked shocked.
"What?" She said not believing what I said.
"I said...Fuck Destiny, We weren't put on this earth to follow a certain path, believing that you are meant to do a certain thing is bullshit, every single choice you make, every single step you take, it affects your final destination, what I mean is that WE are in control of what some would consider destiny, you can obey it, or you can deny it and change it. Nothing is predetermined, we're dust in the wind, God may have put us all here, but he didn't all assign us with a particular task, he gave us free will so that we could choose our own destiny...so please...stop saying that...its not your destiny to die." I said as she looked angry.
"But its yours to die?!" She yelled as I sighed.
"Maybe, I did say we all choose our own destiny, and I chose to do this for you...and I have no regrets...it hurts like hell, but if it means you will live...then I would glady do this again." I said with a smile as her tears were flowing freely.
"Its not fair! It should have been me!" She said as Cinder had already fled the scene, odd since she was so willing to kill Pyrrha. Why would she leave so suddenly?
"Its okay Pyrrha...besides, you've always been the strongest of us..." I said as she looked angry.
"It doesn't matter! You're still dying, and you don't deserve this!" She yelled as I looked at her.
"Maybe not...but, at least this way, I can die knowing I made a difference...I can know I saved you...the man who saves one life...saves the world entire...and right now...you are my world." I said as she looked shocked.
"What do you mean?" She said as she didn't understand what I was saying.
"I'm sorry Pyrrha...it shouldn't have taken me this long to see it...but I lo-" I said as she cut me off.
"No! Save it for when we get out of here!" She said trying to deny my impending death.
"No...Now! Or else I may not get another chance!" I said not letting myself falter despite the blood lose and pain in my chest.
"Look, all those times I chased after Weiss...it was just a schoolboy crush, and it was ridiculous, no matter how many times she rejected me...I kept going back...like a lost puppy...it was ridiculous...but looking back...no matter what happened, you were always there...I told you about my transcripts...you didn't abandon me...I told you I needed help...you helped me without a second thought...I shared some of my most personal secrets with you...you kept them...I even asked you for advice on how to get Weiss to like me...and you gave me advice! You have done so much for me, and I was so blind to it. Over time I began to think of us as best friends, people who could always rely on each other no matter what...but only only after you gave me that kiss...do I realize I wanted it to be more than that...but...I knew that one of us wasn't going to make it out of here...and I couldn't live with myself knowing that you had to make that sacrifice...you could save the world P...and if I have to die so that you may live...then I will glady bear that cross with honor." I said as I coughed up blood.
None of this was really doing anything to get her to calm down. And I didn't expect it to, how do you accept the fact that your friend is dying? You don't. I didn't, thats why I came back for her. Hell I don't even remember how I got here...it was almost like I was...pushed here by some unknown force. I couldn't explain it, but somehow I ended up back here, and managed to come in seconds from when Cinder was about to kill her...just in the nick of time.
"Come on Jaune...if you really care about me, you are going to get through this! We'll take a trip! We'll go on a couples retreat! Please anything you want! Just stay with me!" She said, with some tears of happiness mixed with her tears of sorrow.
Happy that we were a couple...but sad that it was already being ripped away from her. It wasn't fair was it? So long you had been waiting for someone, and then something came and tore you apart again?
"That sounds good...But...I got to go Pyrrha..." I said as I felt my eyelids getting heavy.
"No you don't! You can stay here with me! Please...I'll do anything...just don't leave me!" She said as I could feel her trembling.
The strongest girl I knew...and she was having a moment of weakness...all thanks to me...I felt guilt and pride.
"I wish...I could keep that...pro...mise." I felt myself fade away.
"Jaune...Jaune...JAUNE!" That was the only thing I could hear.
"No...It should have been me! I was supposed to do this!" Pyrrha yelled out not believing that the man she cared for was dying...and there was nothing she could do.
"Please...Pyrrha...you got to...save them...stop...the Grimm...I may be lost...but there are innocent people out there dying right now...so please...Help them." I said as I could hear the cries of the Grimm in the distance.
Pyrrha didn't want to leave me, but hearing the screams of terror and the sounds of Grimm fighting in the streets, her natural instincts took over, no matter her personal feelings, she could not let this affect her, while she may not have been able to save Jaune, she wouldn't condemn his last wish by choosing to not save any of the civilians who had been caught in the crosshairs of the fight.
"I swear...I will come back...and give you the burial you deserve...a heroes farewell." She said as she kissed my forehead and took off.
"That kiss...was enough." I said as I let the darkness take over.
How about that? Two kisses in one day, it must be my lucky day, well except for the whole dying part. Still though, I feel oddly at peace. Because in the end, I made a difference, at first I was scared I wouldn't make it back in time to help her, but I was wrong, I made it back, and I even saved her. I could feel the twitch of a smile on my face, while I was close to death, I couldn't feel happier knowing that I had given my life for a noble cause. Still it would have been great to live, at least I died a hero, who knows, maybe I'll meet my great great grandfather in the afterlife. I wonder what he would think of me? Would he say...that I became a hero?
"Well...well...well...who would have thought a talentless coward would have been such an issue?" I heard a voice say...I knew that voice...where did I hear it before.
"What does she want with you? I have no idea...but you better be as useful as she says you are...I took the risk of running into that Nikos girl to come and get you." I felt my body being lifted up...where was I going...who was this woman...why did I feel...afraid?
LATER IN AN UNDICLOSED LOCATION
"Well well, not exactly who I was planning on taking captive...but his aura reserves...even I have to say they are impressive." The voice of an old witch said as she surveyed their prisoner who was currently under sedation.
"I don't see why you wanted him...that Nikos girl would have been more useful as a weapon." Another voice said as the woman turned to her.
"Do not question me! Or should I remind you why I am in charge!" The younger woman backed off, not wanting to earn the ire of the leader.
"O-Of course...you're in charge...but why? What good is he?" The young woman asked as the older one smirked.
"Well...we have all heard of the tales of the white knight, coming in to save his princess at the last second...everyone cheers, everyone cries out in joy, and they live happily ever after...but what they never tell you...is the story of a black knight, one who falls from grace, who doesn't save the day and turns on his friends, the one who instead of helping them achieve their goals, destroys their ambition, destorys their will to live...and destroys their very will to fight, That Nikos girl may have been stronger, but this boy...he is the symbol of purity...so innocent, and yet one so innocent, can be easily corrupted...to be persuaded. The girl would have put up a fight, but this boy...he will be much easier to manipulate." The voice said as she placed a hand on the boys head.
"Of course...we will need to make some...adjustments...can't have him betraying us now can we?" She said as energy flowed from her hand onto the forehead of one Jaune Arc.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A scream of agonizing pain roared out from the not so dead corpse of the boy.
"What are you doing?!" The voice from earlier cried out in shock.
"Well...with his aura, he has the potential to be a dangerous foe to us...I am simply...hampering him to make sure that never happens." She said inflicting even more pain and suffering on the boy at hand.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He couldn't stop screaming in pain, he didn't think he would feel pain when he was dead...but no...turns out it was just amplified.
"Won't that just make him angrier when he wakes up?" The voice from earlier asked.
"Anger we can use, besides, with a bit of memory manipulation and a few reminders to be a good servant...he won't be able to do anything to us...in fact...I'll say he may prove to be a more loyal servant than you." She said while continuing to make her...adjustments to the young Arc.
"I don't see how turning him into a whipped dog counts as loyalty." She said while feeling a small measure of pity for the boy.
"Well, I will admit...it is rather fun to torture him this way!" The woman exclaimed with a sadistic grin on her face.
And to think...this was just the beginning.
OVER TIME
Pain after agonizing pain, experiment after experiment, near death experience to near death experience. Jaune Arc had been though it all, whoever this woman was who kidnapped him..she was one sadistic bitch. At first he thought he was dreaming or having a nightmare. And yet as it just went on, it occured to him how real it was. The pain never stopped, the torture never stopped, and every single hour that went by...he could feel parts of himself slipping away. At times he forgot why he was here...her forgot who he was...he couldn't even remember what he did that got him on the shit list of the woman who was torturing him.
But the worst part...he forgot her...the woman who had roamed his dreams...the woman who would comfort him after the hours of torture...he couldn't even remember her face...she was now but a distant memory...At first, he missed her...but thanks to his new Mistress...she taught him a new emotion...Rage. It was all that consumed him, all that he knew, all that he could use.
And yet...why was none of it directed at the woman who was doing it to him...why was it being directed elsewhere? It made no sense...why was he attached to this woman who had hurt him? What had she done for him?
She had tortured him...she had experimented on him...she had...replaced his natural limbs with stolen technology from Atlas...the top secret prosthetic limb designs, the kind that were not even supposed to exist for another fifty years, all he knew was that he didn't feel like himself anymore. But then again...who was he before? What was his name? What did he do? Why was he here? These were all things that escaped him.
Nothing seemed to matter, at times even the torture didn't matter, he had learned to take it as a regular thing...making it seem rather boring. Course, as this went over, he found himself resisiting less, and even stopped caring. He just...didn't have any will to fight this woman.
At first he resisted, trying to attack him, swearing at her, but as time went on...it became less frequent, he didn't rebel as much, and he even felt himself slipping. Often referring to her in a respectful tone...why? Why did he do that? And why couldn't he resist?
She didn't stop there, after all the experiments...his skin...did not look healthy...it had turned a deathly pale, and almost seemed to be covered in old scars, amazing how even even with Aura you could still Scar, you just had to put in the effort to make the scars permanent.
He could feel her making more changes, first the cyborg limbs, then the scars, and then the changes to his state of mind...everything that he was, everything that he stood for...it meant nothing...because he could remember nothing? Who he was before didn't matter anymore. He had even grown to hate who he was before for not being strong enough to standing up to the bitch who had done this to him.
"And now...the finishing touch." The voice said as he opened his eyes, the only feature about him that hadn't changed. His hair had fallen out due to the excessive damage, his skin was damaged all over, his limbs were not his own, his eyes were the only thing that connected him to his past. And even then...she was about to take that away from him.
"An associate of mine based this off an atlesian design...it was never approved of course...considered to be useless...and yet with the right modifications...can be quite useful...Almost like you." She said as she traced his cheek.
"You were nothing before...you were always nothing...and yet I made you better, you cannot say that your limbs were as strong as they were before can you? These limbs are three times as strong as your original ones...the armor you're wearing, is some of the best ever made...and this helmet...while odd...will only seek to strike fear into the hearts of your enemies." She said as she placed it on his head.
"Do you understand? I didn't just do all of this to torture you...I did this...to make you even stronger...now tell me...how do you feel?" She said as she stood back as he was finally allowed to stand.
He wanted to kill her, he wanted to hurt her, he wanted to prove her wrong...but...he couldn't. His new limbs did indeed feel stronger, his armor was made up of the finest tech in the world. He wanted to hate her...but found he couldn't. After being stuck here for so long, he knew what she was capable of, and it would be foolish to go against her...there was just...no hope for him.
He put the helmet on...as he couldn't stand to look at his own face...he felt like he was looking at a total stranger...and in a way...he was. He had no idea who he was before, he had no idea who he was now...all he knew was that he was a servant...and he would be foolish to go against his master.
"So tell me...how do you feel? She asked as the figure stood up to his full height of 6'5''..the limbs did wonders for him.
"I feel...stronger." he said as he tested his right limb.
"Good...now I have a gift for you." She said as a white fang member came forward with a sword and sheath.
"I have had this sitting around for awhile, while it may not seem like much, the blade is of a rare metal said to be indestructible. I find that it will suit you well." She said as the figured in black gripped the sword.
The sword itself was like a hand and a half sword. But it felt lighter, the dark figure knew he could easily use this in one hand or in both, the blade itself was blood red, while he didn't understand that, all he knew was that this sword felt like it was made for him, and yet...he couldn't shake the feeling that he had another sword not so long ago.
"Now...I doubt you remember your name...so what should we call you?" She asked as she couldn't refer to him as Arc...he was no longer that person.
"...Vader..." He said not knowing why the name came to him.
"Very well...come then Vader...we have work to do.