Darth Vader was in his office.

Darth Vader had cookies.

That he couldn't eat.

And were going stale.

He wasn't planning on sharing them, though. He was evil.

[OOC: Conversation with Rory is NFB. Shocking, huh?]

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 ( Read more... )

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. )

Darth Vader stalked towards the command center of the Executor, trying to shake the feeling he'd had since yesterday that he should've been somewhere else.

"We've found the Millennium Falcon, my lord," an interchangeable Imperial officer squeaked from the comm desk ( Read more... )