//------------------------------// // The God arrives // Story: The God of Anger // by The Toaster //------------------------------// Footsteps touching on the metal surface can be heard, before a figure appears where the old piece of metal stood after being brutally thrown. Cold, an unimaginable cold reigned around. They all trembled with fear as they looked at the unknown, they looked at that huge shadow in the middle of the smoke that dominated the carcass. His breathing, it alone, had made everyone freeze, was something supernatural, it was terrifying. The figure could be seen jumping from the metal frames to the floor. And when he came in contact with the ground, the smoke cleared, revealing the figure that so frightened them. Slowly he would get up from his fall, slowly getting out of his prone position and raising his head. He only made them more frightened than before, the figure used black armor from head to toe, cape, wore a helmet and mask that completely covered his face. His clothes seemed to absorb the light, and his aura was making everyone anxious, but frozen, no one knew what to do, and those who did, did not have the courage to do it. Then, Professor Fossil's Royal guard did something that shocked and impressed his colleagues a lot, he slowly walked towards the figure, who now stood completely up, showing his enormous stature that would make any Stallion jealous. He stopped in front of the figure, lifting his head to face him. With each passing moment he regretted more and more that he was trying to challenge the huge dark golem, which now focused all his attention on him. With a sigh, he made a defiant expression and proceeded to place his hand on its scabbard, threatening to withdraw his sword. "Outsider! I Knight Stone Steps represent the royal guard of our princess Celestia, goddess of the sun and ruler of Equestria! Identify yourself at this very moment, and prepare to be taken into your majesty's custody!" Everyone around them was shocked by the enormous courage shown by the royal guard, and many of his companions, ashamed of being left behind, positioned themselves on his sides and imitating his action, trying to emanate a false sense of power. Something that was not even noticed by the figure, which surprised everyone again when a voice sounded more terrifying than his breathing. "My name is Darth Vader, and neither you, nor your princess has any authority over me" Vader was furious, how stupid and careless could he be?! For his foolishness, he was now stranded on a planet far from any imperial authority and with no way to communicate. Worse still, his ship was broken to the point that it could no longer be repaired. He thought while trying in vain to rewire the spacecraft's controls, pushing the buttons and controls in a frustrated manner. He in an act of fury after so many failed attempts, he punched the controls, completely destroying them, sparks, gears and wires flew in all directions, while Vader continued to look at the destroyed controls. For the first time in a long time, he was completely alone, he didn't know what to do or how to proceed. His visor passed slowly to his hand, the same one that had broken the systems, without any scratch because of the force, and slowly closed it tightly. His hatred and frustration were giving him immense power, however, he was losing control, he slowly came out of that trance, and raised his head. His feelings were his weapon against his enemies, he would not let them consume him. He then slowly rose from his seat in the middle of all the destroyed parts of his TIE. Once again, the force saved him from catastrophe, even though his ship was in a deplorable and almost unrecognizable state, with all cables loose and sparks sticking out everywhere, he was still alive, and that was what mattered now. Using the force, he slowly made his way to the aircraft hatch, that was located in his front because of the crash, being one of the easiest parts of the TIE to open, it would be easier to get out. The fighter was small, but many of the parts were loose and hindered the little movement that the Dark Lord had, focusing the strength on his palm, he launched a force wave at the entrance. When he hit it, it made a huge noise, and a dent, however, without success in making an opening. He then repeated the action, and again was unsuccessful. Getting frustrated, he tried again, and as before, he just made a huge amount of cracks. Then, concentrating his fury in both of his hands, he launched another force wave, but much more powerful, which with made a stronger noise than before and threw the rubble away, opening a passage, letting the sunlight invade the fighter and almost blinding the Dark Lord. Not wanting to waste any more time inside that scrap heap, Vader immediately walked out of the fighter, jumping and falling on his knee to the ground outside, slowly lifting his head and watching his surroundings. A huge silence reigned. The guards clenched their weapons tighter, while some gritted their teeth in fear, trembling slightly. The air seemed to freeze more as the group stared at the dark lord. The wind that passed them made Vader's cape fly over the breeze, making him more intimidating. However, before the guards could do anything, the professor took courage and slowly walked towards the metal figure. Knight Stone Steps noticed, and immediately put a hand in front of her, stopping her attempt. "Professor, stand back, I don't want that thing hurting you." She would take his arm, and slowly lower it, giving him a disapproving look. "I know what I am doing Stone." He hesitantly stepped aside for her to pass. She slowly walked and stopped in front of the scary figure, she could have sworn, the height of that figure could rival a Minotaur. But she kept her cool, and hid her fear in a neutral expression, years of working in her field made her visit the whole world, and even though she was facing a titan, she kept her expression serene. "You must be the Leader of this group." She slowly nodded in confirmation to him, trying with all her might to ignore the terrifying breath and voice of the being in front of him. "M-my name is professor Fossil, c-could you answer me one question...?" The black figure remained silent, looking deeply at the Mare in front of him, while the guards became more confused and surprised. "Y-you came from space..?" The Lord kept silent the question of the completely curious Mare, while the guards looked at each other completely dumbfounded with such a strange question and in a situation like this. The Dark Being then answered, after a time of complete silence, with another question. "Where is your closest spaceport?" The Professor looked completely confused by this question. "Spaceport....? What is that....?" Darth Vader slowly shook his fist in frustration, and his threatening aura only got worse as his anger grew. He couldn't believe, of any planet he might have crashed on, he had to fall into one with a primitive and unknown civilization, which probably shouldn't even have star maps. He was trapped, without his ship in flight condition and in a people who had absolutely no tech at all as he noticed on those mere metal swords. The Professor then managed to connect the dots, not noticing the growing frustration of the dark lord. "You really came from Space!! This is incredible!" This resulted in the surprise of everyone around, who now looked at Vader, gaping at the discovery. While the guards were shocked by the discovery, an elderly human slave passed them, and threw himself on his knees to the Dark Lord, who, looking at him, could notice the elder with his head leaning on the floor in awe, drawing attention everyone around. He slowly raised his head, keeping on his knees, and holding his hands together as if he were praying. "My Lord! For decades, we have been waiting for your coming! For decades, we waited for the divine light that came from the heavens to free us! We waited for the God of darkness to come and avenge us! Thank you for honoring me with your presence! God of Anger!" The guards would be laughing, if not for Vader's intimidating presence. He studied the old man who was kneeling in front of him, he was in a completely deplorable state. Soiled with dirt and blood from head to toe, his clothes were in worse condition, they looked like a spoiled tunic, keeping only with several stitches. However, what most caught his attention, was the Iron Collar on the slave's neck, it was completely rusty, and it could be noticed that it was not the right size for him, but they put it anyway, and some blood stains could be noticed. He slowly reached for the collar, and with the force, completely broke it, and slowly reached for his visor to see better. The man groaned, but remained in the same position. To say that the Dark Lord was angry was an understatement. He crushed the collar with hate, it slowly cracked in his hand, while it shivered at his hate. To have seen that, to have seen that old man in such a deplorable state, and to notice the hidden and totally abused slaves, brought memories that should have been buried together with the remnants of his past. Ignited a spark in him, an unbridled rage, every moment he suffered when he was a slave, every moment he was mistreated, every moment he and his mother were beaten up for the simple reason that they existed. The Knight seeing that, made a decision that would be the worst choice of his life and his existence, he drew his sword and took a few steps forward in an attempt to intimidate the Lord. "That was the last straw! You are under arrest for disrespect the crown and for taking property of the st-" He couldn't finish his words when suddenly Vader reached out and with the force furiously pulled the Knight towards him, causing him to be grabbed by the neck, while Vader slowly lifted him up with just one hand. Everyone looked in total shock, seeing a creature without horns, using magic! The guard desperately choked trying to searching a way to breathe, holding the Lord's hand in desperation in a futile attempt to break free, looking at the visor of his helmet in total terror, with tears streaming down his cheeks. "Slaver Scum like you, don't deserve to live." It was the last thing the guard could hear, before with a squeeze and a cracking noise, his head bent with an expression of horror, his body completely stopping any movement, and his hands slowly dropping Vader's arm, who would then throw the body of the Royal Guard aside and make it hit a tree and fall to the ground completely devoid of life. All the guards took a step back in horror, while the Dark Lord slowly turned his visor on them. He put his hand on his belt, and picking up a small cylindrical object, and igniting his lightsaber, the red light that would come out of the weapon reminded them the flames of hell, coming to punish them for their sins. "None of you will leave here alive."