sith_happened: (Vader: mwahahah)
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.
sith_happened: (Vader: on Bespin)
In the early, bloody days of the Empire, when most of Vader's time was taken up with finishing the work that Order 66 had begun, he'd thought the lack of a command to find and destroy Obi-Wan Kenobi was an act of mercy by the Emperor.

Now he knew better. Palpatine didn't believe in mercy. )
sith_happened: (badass)
Vader had always thought that Coruscant was ugly. Too many buildings, too many different beings scurrying through the streets, and under the bright lights, entirely too many secrets.

At least now it had a name as ugly as the planet.

He heard the door of his chambers slide open. He let the admiral of the Executor--the Superstar Destroyer that had been waiting to pick him up from Earth—stand nervously staring at nothing for a few moments before opening his meditation pod and turning around to silently face him.

'We have entered the orbit of Imperial Center, my lord,' the man quavered. )

[OOC: As a warning, the Emperor is not especially pleased with Vader at the moment. Graphic imagery behind the cut.]

Stranger Inside - Shinedown
sith_happened: (Vader & Anakin)
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. )
sith_happened: (badass)
The Emperor didn't keep track of time zones.

Or if he did, it didn't concern him overly much to wake Vader at that time when "entirely too late" became "entirely too early."

"Lord Vader," he snapped, the projection of his face bursting into huge resolution inside Vader's meditation chamber. "What is your status regarding young Skywalker?"

"It goes according to plan, my master," Vader replied promptly, pretending like he just hadn't been woken up. "He will soon be ours."

"Good," the Emperor replied. "A transport has been sent for you. It shall be there within the week." His voice grew sharper. "Do not fail me, Lord Vader. The son of Skywalker cannot be allowed to become a Jedi. I am not yet convinced that this project of yours hasn't been a waste of time."

Vader bowed his head. "He will join us or die, my master."

When he looked back up, the Emperor had ended the transmission. Vader gave an inward sigh, then reached into the Force towards Skywalker.

Time for phase two.

[OOC: Locked to the unsuspecting Jedi. The vision imagery is not going to be particularly pleasant. Ye be warned.]
sith_happened: (vader hand outstretched)
“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 [livejournal.com profile] whitedeathpod.]

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