Daunt remembered the fear, the savagery of his first encounter with Darth Vader, his lizard brain making him lunge on the Sith Lord like a cornered beast that was meeting an apex predator. He remembered being lost on so many things. Now he wasn't too much 'found' but at least he could look at the mask without his hands trembling. They had been eluding him for a good moment. He was powerful, but not omnipotent. In this universe there existed a very minuscule composition of circumstances in which he could be stopped, killed.
Daunt believed he was born with the gift for something, for some purpose. Maybe all the strange circumstances that he had encountered were to prepare him to this moment, when this non-zero chance would be seized. His orphanhood. Viscus' rearing. Maul's brutal schooling that got erased from his conscious mind. Juri's nurturing. Valus' teachings. Meeting and training with Lyla. And most of all, facing Vader before.
He was now facing him again, Defiance drawn and lit. He was very tired, but he wouldn't come down without a fight, even with death looking into his uranium eyes from the reflexive black of Vader's helmet.
"I remember you. I'm Daunt, and this time I'm not afraid."
MN9. Daunt Fights Darth Vader! Flip. 2 Threat.:
3eP+2eA+4eC+4eS 1 failure, 4 threat
Alas, this non-zero chance didn't materialise.
[6 Threat]
