"I can't believe they let you teach."

Anakin had done many, many evil deeds in his life.

He thought that the scales might have tipped a little towards being balanced after Portalocity took him, eight Woklings and Jar Jar Binks though four layovers, including one in the middle of the galaxy's nastiest bathroom (there'd been a plaque and everything).

"We're here," he said, glancing up at the enormous tree village and taking a deep breath of clean, clean, thank the Force so mercifully clean air. The Woklings squealed and immediately began racing up the trees.

"Thisa not Naboo," Jar Jar pointed out.

Anakin rolled his eyes. "No, this is Endor."

Then he remembered the conversation he and Rory had had about potential Ewok nannies. If he wanted to build goodwill, he probably shouldn't leave a klutzy Gungan near a society that was held into the air by ropes.

"One more stop," he grumbled, racing towards the portal.

He hoped Jar Jar enjoyed Dagobah.

Vader had been just dropping off to sleep the night before when the Emperor's image had appeared before him.

He took a moment to than the Force that the message had come today and not the weekend before, then finally allowed the orders to sink in.

The Death Star was ready for its final phase of testing.

Not being there for it was out of the question.

He'd spent a few moments in his office tidying up--not stalling for time, really--then finally pulled out a piece of paper, scrawled an "I'm sorry," and his old signature on it, then wrote Rory's name on the front in Basic and shoved the whole thing under Padmé--Evey--whoever's--picture in his desk drawer and locked it closed.

Before leaving the room, he paused to look around. Something about this entire process felt...unfinished.

Like he should've made more permanent arrangements for things.

Like he wouldn't be returning.

He shook his head trying to get rid of that niggling prick of doubt as he stalked towards the TIE.

A few minutes later and the TIE was streaking into the morning sky.

A few moments after that even the contrails had disappeared.

Darth Vader was gone.

[OOC: That Vader has left Fandom *sob* very much for broadcast. What he was doing beforehand, not so much.]

The Emperor had woken Vader up before dawn.

Again.

And demanded he come back to check on the Death's Star's progress.

Again.

Which meant Vader would be spending days stuffed into his TIE fighter and flying out to Endor.

Again.

So he was in a pissy mood.

Again.

[OOC: Door's closed, post's open! Contents of conversation with Rory and Aeryn are NFB! Void where prohibited, sales tax applicable in Washington State...]

The Undeveloped Story - Anberlin

The poster of Farrah Fawcett stared down at Vader as he banged things around in his office.

The Emperor had been in touch ridiculously early that morning.

Now Vader had some contractors to scare as soon as possible. He'd argued that if he didn't hold office hours, young Skywalker might get suspicious.

It had nothing to do with his thought that building a second Death Star was pointless. And that he really didn't want to fly all the way to freaking Endor.

Really.

The door to his office was cracked open.

[OOC: Contents of conversation with Rory NFB, please and thank you!]

Vader was in his office, printing out his lesson plans and leaving notes for Krycek about each of the Ethics students.

He rather suspected he wouldn't be back in time for final exams.

The shuttle would wait as long as he told it to--he was Darth Vader, after all--but taking too long to tie up loose ends would only further anger the Emperor.

He moved quickly around the office, forgetting that he had left the door slightly ajar.

( Rory had left Luke in the clinic, somewhere between numb and feeling so much she couldn't register any of it. )

“Yes, my Master,” Vader said, continuing to kneel as the projected image of the Emperor faded away.

After a moment, he stood up and stalked over to his meditation pod. The Emperor was not pleased about the perceived lack of progress regarding Skywalker. It was time to take more…direct action.

Vader sat down and reached into the Force, sifting through the possible futures. He needed something dark, unhappy. And most of all, it needed to be something that was going to happen.

He finally found an event he could use. If it resonated just a little too closely with his own life…well, the additional pain that would add to the vision would only increase the realism for Skywalker. The boy’s mind had seemed unusually open for a Jedi in training. Obi-Wan must not have taught him about blocking his thoughts from outside influences.

That oversight would cost him dearly.

Vader concentrated back on the beings of Fandom—focusing on the present rather than the nebulous future—and the locations of the residents of the island were soon arranged in his mind like pieces of a chessboard. He paid most of them no more attention than he would blocks of wood.

As always, he could point to the location of the four he considered to be most important without even thinking about it, but for an operation like what he was about to do, he wanted Skywalker to be alone. Or at least in his room.

He reached out—a feather-light mental touch on the boy’s brain—and waited to see if there was a reaction.

[OOC: Locked to Luke. Vision with the permission of whitedeathpod.]

Darth Vader was in his office.

He had a transmission to make to the Emperor that he'd been putting off for weeks.

His plans for Skywalker hadn't progressed enough.

The Emperor would not be pleased.

Therefore Vader wasn't exactly pleased.

The door was open, though.