Naïve girl.
Even when Vader himself called the young Senator naïve, he didn't really mean it. He just hated her– loathed her, but she was anything but naïve. She had something within her that most senators did not. She was smart, ambitious, and… dangerous. His Master was a fool to think differently. He underestimated her. Just as many others estimated her; but not Vader. Sure, she was young; but then again, so was he. Not that anyone knew that particular fact, but he could only imagine if they did. They would probably treat him the same way. Thankfully Vader had his cover. To the galaxy, Vader was ageless. He had no beginning. No life before the Empire. He just appeared at the moment the Empire was created and that is the way Vader intended to keep it.
No one would figure out his mysteries– his secrets. Not even the most curious person of them all. Not even Senator Amidala.
A smirk formed on Vader's face as he remembered the senator and how flustered he had caused her to become moments ago. Perhaps, he had taken it too far, but he didn't care. If he had to suffer from her being there, he might as well find some enjoyment from their predicament. And he did. It had been so entertaining. He had tried to stop himself, but he just couldn't. The responses he received from his comments only provoked him further. He may have hated her deeply, but he absolutely loved her reactions to his comments. Perhaps he could have some fun while she remained inside his walls. Vader let out an annoyed sigh realizing he had allowed his mind to wonder to a useless topic such as the senator. There was no time for thinking of such things, especially the nuisance of a girl that was just several doors down from him. The fact that she was even in the same building as him repulsed him. He had deliberately pushed the Senator to the deepest portions of his mind, just like he had deliberately deleted the bastard of a man, Rush Clovis. Now he was forced to remember them both. Would the torture never end?
The sound of shuffling footsteps nearing his office made Vader lose his train of thought and look up from his work. A golden protocol droid entered the room, throwing his arms up happily; "There you are Master! Bless my circuits, I'm so pleased to see–"
"I'm not in the mood, 3PO." Vader growled moving his gaze away from the droid and back to the device in his hands. The droid was not bothered by his Master's rudeness. He was accustomed to it. It was something that he had learned to live with after the years of being with the Sith Lord. Ignoring his Master's fowl mood, 3PO moved towards Vader, "I take it your trip was successful?"
If the droid would have been anyone else, Vader would have crushed him for not leaving him be; but the droid wasn't anyone else. He was Vader's droid, a project from long ago, the only "person" that Vader held somewhat dear. Still, Vader didn't respond to him.
It did not bother the droid. Realizing that his Master was not going to respond, 3PO took it upon himself to respond to his own question. "Oh course it was successful! You would accept nothing less!"
Vader continued to remain silent, his gaze locked on his datapad. 3PO shuffled backwards knowing he was not wanted. "I will leave you be, Master. It is very good to see you back home."
Home.
The word angered Vader. That was the second time tonight someone had referred to this… this prison as his home. Darth Vader didn't have a home. He didn't need one. He didn't want one. It reminded him of too many things… too many memories…memories he could not afford to remember. Memories that he had buried long ago.
Pushing the dangerous thoughts away, Vader's thoughts moved to the first person that had referred to this prison as his home. Senator Amidala. His gaze rose from the device in his hand and towards the retreating figure of his droid. "3PO." He called and the droid immediately turned.
"Yes, Master?" Vader dropped the datapad onto his desk, locking it securely, before crossing his arms tightly over his bare chest. "I need you to do something for me."
"Oh anything Master!" 3PO exclaimed delightedly as he shuffled back to Vader's side.
"Lord Sidious has given me a new assignment." Vader said as he rose from his chair and moved towards the golden droid. "It seems that we have acquired a guest for the time being and–"
"A guest!" 3PO yelled happily, "How wonderful! I never thought I'd see th–"
3PO's happiness was short lived as Vader's hard glare silenced him; warning him not to over step his boundaries.
"As I was saying," Vader continued coldly, "I need you take care of her."
"Her, Master?" 3PO asked surprised.
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