Post-Medical/Around the Hospital:

After arriving and getting his debriefing, Vader took time to see to his own physical state. Awakening and not needing assistance breathing was been a shock he hadn't had time to process, feeling fabric on his skin - his skin, not a patchwork of skin, blisters, synthskin, and the wide swatches of scar tissue that was mostly still numb had bordered on sensor overload. Not that he still wasn't covered in scars - so many - but he could get a sense of feeling from them, not just pressure. It seemed his would-be captors understood his gloves and gauntlets served a practical purpose to protect his cybernetic arms and his heavy boots served the same function for his legs. And they must not have known how to take his helmet apart. The neck seal being open and having a breeze rush up against his face was certainly sensory overload. An exam - one he was unhappy about - later and a recommendation under the strongest possible terms he seek to establish care for further follow-up finished, he'd at least had a long list of options. Something he hadn't had before and some questions about the chip and a thick folder of paperwork in his hand, Vader started to explore the area. Making sure he could memorize the area in low light, as he knew his vision at nighttime would be difficult and if the helmet was damaged well.

That would be problematic at best.

Xin Night Market:

Two things Vader had purchased immediately: a large backpack in a familiar military style and a drop bag which fashioned around the waist and dropped down the length of one thigh to buckle behind his knee. He had no illusions he'd fill the military-style bag, it was partly for the familiarity of something on his back and in case of finding something bulky. The other bag, however - that was more purchased with purpose in mind. He'd spent time examining the various bags, the pouches: their size and durability of them, and the fasteners.

And he bartered expertly. He meant it for tools, bits and bobs, and technology he could salvage or break down for other parts. But he was also keeping an eye out for faces he knew.

Magic Markets

Given the odd dimensionality of this place, Vader made short work of hunting for things in the magic markets. Anything which looked like it may be related to the galaxy he was from, things relating to the Sith Order, the current one and the ancient ones. But also anything related to the Force. Be he was also searching for information on the Tethers, Tian, and Heba.

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"It is a door you opened." A challenge but not (for him) an aggressive one.

"And one I now choose to close." She stated resolutely.

He wanted push. Until she lashed out or broken, either was fine. One was a fight one was a victory. He enjoyed both.

But these chips prevented that. Later perhaps.

"And what about myself demanded so much attention from you? Or is that a door you are choosing to choose?" His tone doesn't change, not really. But somehow it's still mocking.

She would grant him that, feeling that there was no need to hide her intention. "You reminded me of someone from where I am from. Your mark of your station, I think. And I had never seen someone look the same as you." She returned her attention to the plates. She was nearly finished, and the assembly looking much better than it was before.

"There are no ones like me." He was completely unique in that sense, and he was in many ways completely proud of that.

"Do you commonly draw attention to yourself in such a way?"

"...I seem to, yeah." Especially when she's not trying. It's like life decides it wants to mess with her and she has to roll with the punches.

"Do you?" A slight push back, changing the direction of the conversation ever so slightly.

"Only when I want to." The Force helped with that, as did his job. But he was aware how he was dressed did stand out, even if less so here. Palpatine had meant him to be a vision of nightmare come walking at you and Vader relished in that. But it meant he was a shadowed figure until he wasn't.

The aura he exuded certainly made it easier. With others you can question their intention and worry that they could potentially make them your enemy. There was no ambiguity in his presence or his gaze. He was a constant threat, informing others of his dark intentions and purpose.

She could almost thank him for spelling it out so clearly.

"You remind me of a daimyo (feudal lord), and act like one too. But more of a mao (evil lord)." She did not expect him to know what that meant, not aware that the translator already did her job for her.

"Are we finished? I am nearly done here, and you have your own purposes that I am drawing you from." By this point the standoff had started to garner the attention of several other onlookers. She suspected that should he want he could easily splat her, but that would also dispel any ambiguity of his intentions to the rest of the Witches' Camp. Were he indeed a daimyo, he would surely have realized that by now and be weighing the cost and benefits of enacting his will.

If she thought he spelled it out clearly now, let her pray they never crossed paths with his chip removed and his presence fully on display. The Force moved Darkly, and it was deeply cold and often felt like Death itself stalking you.

"We have lords as well. And it is among one of my titles." He used to belong to one. And Jabba now knew to fear him. And either would likely fit him, as would the actual title of Diamyo given his governorship of the Mustafar system.

Vader was enjoying toying with her. To himself, he could admit it, and he more than suspected she was aware of it. But for all the rage constantly burning inside, he didn't lash out without reason and she hasn't given him one. One could be excused pawing at prey if the prey were rude like a nexxu might a bist if they were both bored and cross. But not for going in for a kill. "Are you? Perhaps you should consider calling on me another time to learn to step more quietly. Otherwise, I shall leave you to be on your way." But if he caught her attempting at spying on him again, he would firmly teach her a lesson.

Eight did not fear death save for the final one. She died once before. She will die again. Far greater the shame to live in shame and dishonor.

"I am. I thank you for your generous offer, but I am afraid the cost would be too high." And as soon as she said that the last piece of metal is put into place. "Thank you for your counsel." Did she mean it? It didn't matter, but it was polite, and she was going to offer the least measure of respect.

It had been a genuine offer, even if as a teacher, Vader was harsh.

"You're welcome." Vader have only the vaguest bow of his head, before stepping back, and turning away.

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