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Prompt(s): Prompt #301 - Corrupt at tamingthemuse
TtM Prompt #301 - Corrupt
The letter looked strange to him. It was not the normal kind of flimsi he was used to seeing, as rare an occurance as that was. Normal hard copies were printed on white sheets or on pages that could be every colour ever imagined. This flimsi was different. Sturdier somehow. More raw and untamed. He could even see small bits of plants still remaining in the page.
Long wished to be forgotten lessons told him that this was how all flimsi looked like before peoples learned how to refine the process. This sheet of parchment was obviously hand-made. Someone apparently paid a large sum for such quality flimsi. Or they actually took the time to make the paper, which was just too ridiculous to contemplate.
He took a deep breath for courage to open it. Well, as deep as his strictly regulated lung capacity was capable of at the moment. Non-electronic mail had to be cherished as the seldom received gift that is was.
"Most honourable Lord Vader," was written.
"I write to you as one dune child to another and do not try to convince me that you were not born and raised on old dry Tatooine. You chose Dayslayer's name as your own. That alone makes you a child of the suns.
"You know how harsh life among the wandering sand can be, so let me be frank with my request.
"My child was recently diagnosed with Terlyn's Syndrome. That alone would not rob me of much sleep. Terlyn's is easy to treat with a single injection every four to six months. The illness is so easy to control that most people do not even remember they have it.
"Left alone for too long though, Terlyn's Syndrome will attack the nervous system until the body destroys itself.
"I would not even tell you this if the Imperial Health Service had not disallowed the treatment of my child. The medicine is far more needed on the core worlds than the outback of Tatooine, they said.
"You see, Sir? I need your help."
The letter was signed with Beru Whitesun.
The name reminded him of something, just a slight bit of internal nagging to keep his mind sharp and not forget to watch the little details. A fragment of a memory tried to surface, but for all the stars in the universe it would not come. Vader resigned himself to not remembering until the thought wanted to clear itself.
For a long while he simply stared at the letter. Surely there must have been a mistake. Random residents of Tatooine simply do not write letters to a man who stood one step below the Emperor himself in the hierarchy of things. The proper way for her to act would have been a message to the ruling council of her planet or sector, not seeking direct contact with Darth Vader himself.
He began to laugh. Clearly this woman had nothing to lose or she was the most impertinent and brave person he had ever seen. Not even the possibly very violent wrath of Darth Vader seemed to scare her away from her intended goal.
He always liked it when people showed backbone.
This entry was originally posted at http://delilahdraken.dreamwidth.org/598862.html.
TtM Prompt #301 - Corrupt
The letter looked strange to him. It was not the normal kind of flimsi he was used to seeing, as rare an occurance as that was. Normal hard copies were printed on white sheets or on pages that could be every colour ever imagined. This flimsi was different. Sturdier somehow. More raw and untamed. He could even see small bits of plants still remaining in the page.
Long wished to be forgotten lessons told him that this was how all flimsi looked like before peoples learned how to refine the process. This sheet of parchment was obviously hand-made. Someone apparently paid a large sum for such quality flimsi. Or they actually took the time to make the paper, which was just too ridiculous to contemplate.
He took a deep breath for courage to open it. Well, as deep as his strictly regulated lung capacity was capable of at the moment. Non-electronic mail had to be cherished as the seldom received gift that is was.
"Most honourable Lord Vader," was written.
"I write to you as one dune child to another and do not try to convince me that you were not born and raised on old dry Tatooine. You chose Dayslayer's name as your own. That alone makes you a child of the suns.
"You know how harsh life among the wandering sand can be, so let me be frank with my request.
"My child was recently diagnosed with Terlyn's Syndrome. That alone would not rob me of much sleep. Terlyn's is easy to treat with a single injection every four to six months. The illness is so easy to control that most people do not even remember they have it.
"Left alone for too long though, Terlyn's Syndrome will attack the nervous system until the body destroys itself.
"I would not even tell you this if the Imperial Health Service had not disallowed the treatment of my child. The medicine is far more needed on the core worlds than the outback of Tatooine, they said.
"You see, Sir? I need your help."
The letter was signed with Beru Whitesun.
The name reminded him of something, just a slight bit of internal nagging to keep his mind sharp and not forget to watch the little details. A fragment of a memory tried to surface, but for all the stars in the universe it would not come. Vader resigned himself to not remembering until the thought wanted to clear itself.
For a long while he simply stared at the letter. Surely there must have been a mistake. Random residents of Tatooine simply do not write letters to a man who stood one step below the Emperor himself in the hierarchy of things. The proper way for her to act would have been a message to the ruling council of her planet or sector, not seeking direct contact with Darth Vader himself.
He began to laugh. Clearly this woman had nothing to lose or she was the most impertinent and brave person he had ever seen. Not even the possibly very violent wrath of Darth Vader seemed to scare her away from her intended goal.
He always liked it when people showed backbone.
This entry was originally posted at http://delilahdraken.dreamwidth.org/598862.html.