Darth Vader came striding down the halls of the Imperial Palace, his cloak flapping behind him and a large block of carbonite hovering a few yards behind that.
"Tell the Emperor I am here," he barked at the Royal Guard standing by the door. He nodded and ducked inside.
A few moments later, the guard silently opened the door and gestured Vader inside.
Vader stalked into the throne room and knelt down. "I have brought you Han Solo, my master," he said.
The Emperor blinked. "Have you?"
The carbonite statue dropped with a muffled thunk onto the carpet. "Think of it as a conversation piece," Vader said.
"Indeed," the Emperor said slowly. "What, precisely, am I to do with this?"
Vader shrugged. "It doesn't really matter. He is valuable to the Rebellion." Leia's expression of grief flashed briefly through his mind. He ignored it and continued to speak. "He also owes a large sum of money to Jabba the Hutt. Sell him to either of them. Drop him into the sun. Whatever pleases you."
The Emperor smiled. "I didn't think you were entirely incompetent, my apprentice. There was no need for gifts."
Vader tamped down the surge of anger he felt building in his chest, and settled for a nod. "Shall I be returning to Fandom, then, my master?" he asked.
The Emperor's attention drifted back to the schematics that were glowing from a projection on his throne. "If you wish," he said finally. "But I will require your presence here periodically."
Vader's looked at the schematics as well. "You are building another one, then?" he asked. His thoughts about the Death Star being a complete waste of time and resources were carefully concealed.
"It won't take 20 years this time," the Emperor said with a scowl. "I will need your...way with people...to make sure they are properly motivated."
Vader bowed again. "As you wish, my master."
The Emperor's voice rang in his ears as he left. "And Lord Vader? Don't let young Skywalker give you more trouble." He shrugged. "If he must be eliminated...other plans can be made."
So Vader was in a fantastic mood as he commanded the Executor to make its way back towards Earth.
"Tell the Emperor I am here," he barked at the Royal Guard standing by the door. He nodded and ducked inside.
A few moments later, the guard silently opened the door and gestured Vader inside.
Vader stalked into the throne room and knelt down. "I have brought you Han Solo, my master," he said.
The Emperor blinked. "Have you?"
The carbonite statue dropped with a muffled thunk onto the carpet. "Think of it as a conversation piece," Vader said.
"Indeed," the Emperor said slowly. "What, precisely, am I to do with this?"
Vader shrugged. "It doesn't really matter. He is valuable to the Rebellion." Leia's expression of grief flashed briefly through his mind. He ignored it and continued to speak. "He also owes a large sum of money to Jabba the Hutt. Sell him to either of them. Drop him into the sun. Whatever pleases you."
The Emperor smiled. "I didn't think you were entirely incompetent, my apprentice. There was no need for gifts."
Vader tamped down the surge of anger he felt building in his chest, and settled for a nod. "Shall I be returning to Fandom, then, my master?" he asked.
The Emperor's attention drifted back to the schematics that were glowing from a projection on his throne. "If you wish," he said finally. "But I will require your presence here periodically."
Vader's looked at the schematics as well. "You are building another one, then?" he asked. His thoughts about the Death Star being a complete waste of time and resources were carefully concealed.
"It won't take 20 years this time," the Emperor said with a scowl. "I will need your...way with people...to make sure they are properly motivated."
Vader bowed again. "As you wish, my master."
The Emperor's voice rang in his ears as he left. "And Lord Vader? Don't let young Skywalker give you more trouble." He shrugged. "If he must be eliminated...other plans can be made."
So Vader was in a fantastic mood as he commanded the Executor to make its way back towards Earth.