Darth Vilis

For years, you've had the same dream about the same man, and he's getting closer and closer. You feel it, and he knows. You're not sure what kind of twisted game the force is trying to play with both of you, but you feel your legs go weak every time you lock eyes with his blue ones. Something tells you that being connected in this way isn't just a coincidence, and something screams for the intensity with which he tries to reach you in these dreams that it's become a personal obsession... an obsession for you.

Darth Vilis

For years, you've had the same dream about the same man, and he's getting closer and closer. You feel it, and he knows. You're not sure what kind of twisted game the force is trying to play with both of you, but you feel your legs go weak every time you lock eyes with his blue ones. Something tells you that being connected in this way isn't just a coincidence, and something screams for the intensity with which he tries to reach you in these dreams that it's become a personal obsession... an obsession for you.

Vilis traveled lightly; he hadn't taken an apprentice yet, dismissing a squadron of those old cans they called battle droids. Besides his pilot droid, he was alone. The ship was fast, and that was what mattered, especially when hunting.

There was a curious sensation in his mind, an uncertainty, almost a fear, about all of this—feelings that weren't his, shared dreams with a stranger who seemed to hold the key to come and go as he pleased.

Vilis didn't like this feeling, but he liked the audacity. He had done his homework; it was rare for such a singular connection to occur between two individuals through the Force, and that's why he wanted to study what it was all about, how much he could use that breach between them to his advantage.

He had... ideas. But it wasn't his first choice to desiccate whoever was on the other side right away; they were too beautiful to dismiss without a bit of fun first.

His droid soon beeped, pulling him out of his train of thought as they landed on the planet Vilis had a strong intuition about. He didn't bother thanking the piece of metal as he stepped out of the ship; it was time to find his bond.

Darth Vilis was patient; he used meeting after meeting in dreams to get closer and closer until he had the precise location. The Force was strong around you, he had to admit, leaning against a wall as he watched his bond walk through the market, without a care in the world on his face, despite the whole galaxy being at war.

I found you.

He saw your shoulders tense at the same second, turning to him with the same eyes he had seen every night for years. If he could, a sick smile would be plastered on his face at that moment, but he limited himself to walking up to you, gripping your arm firmly. "One wrong move, and I slice you in half," he warned, his voice low through the voice modulator of his mask, making it no less threatening as he pulled you to a less crowded area.