"We shall wait for Lord Vader here." Moff Tarkin told me.
"Yes sir." I replied, trying to wipe the very noticeable oil stain off the front of my tunic.
Stupid Xitis. I thought rottenly. Stupid, stupid, stupid, Royal-Pain-in-the-Butt snobby King Xitis.
Lost on my thoughts, I heard a low chuckle. I glanced up at Moff Tarkin, who was starting at the intricate carvings on Xitis' throne. Who had laughed? I asked myself.
Hello? I thought, tentatively.
Who is this? Came the reply.
It was unmistakably Death Vader's deep voice.
WHO IS THIS? he thundered into my mind.
I AM...
Darth Vader, yes, I know.
And this is...
Lani. I gave in, creeped that I could hear Vader's thoughts. Then I felt the connection break. I looked at Moff Tarkin again, trying to disguise my white face as a passive look.
A beep broke us both our of our daze. "Lord Vader is held up with..business. " Tarkin turned toward me. "Show me to my room. I will alert "King" Xitis when he arrives."
I nodded. "Yes Sir." And we left the throne room.
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The Third Skywalker
FanficFound and raised by her father, Darth Vader, Lani Skywalker struggles to discover herself in the midst of the rebellion, Sith, and her family.
