I've no idea what got to me. I watched Rogue One and then I was like; wow, let's write a story about Darth Vader because his scenes were amazing.

English is not my first language, I apologize for any mistake I might have made in the story.

Enjoy!

"Master Luke! Please don't run!"

"You can't catch me!"

The boy with golden hair sang as he sprinted down the passage. Tin wanted to scream as he tried his best to chase down the boy. He cursed himself for not being in the top ten places at the shooting exam, or else he wouldn't be assigned this babysitting duty!

Well, at least the boy wasn't hard to take care of, it's the father that he was afraid of. No, everyone was afraid of the boy's father, especially when he was in a bad mood.

"Young master! Slow down!" Tin almost shouted as he rounded the corner and froze in place. There he was, the father. Lord Vader. The most intimidating figure of this planet and probably the whole galaxy itself. And the boy, the trouble making little brat was chatting at his father without knowing that Tin was going to be punished for letting the boy out of the North Wing. Well, actually the boy escaped, but Tin was going to be punished nonetheless.

"Luke," Lord Vader spoke. His voice sounded softer when he was talking to his son. "Why are you here? Didn't I instruct you to be at the North Wing until dinner?"

"But I'm bored," the boy gave his father a cheeky smile. "Also, I want to greet you. Tin told me that you might be back early today."

"Is that so?"

Shit, Tin was screaming inside his head. Damn that kid! I told you not to tell your scary father that! Great! Now Lord Vader is going to kill me, or worse… He almost shivered when he thought about the worst thing than death.

"Yes sir, I told him you will be back early today," Tin tried to sound neutral when he spoke, despite wanting to scream at the boy for making his life even more miserable.

"Well then," Lord Vader sighed and scooped his son up. "Go make sure that dinner is ready by the time we're back."

"Yes, my lord," Tin bowed and quickly made his way toward the kitchen of the North Wing.

CT-9331, a.k.a. Tin – a nickname he didn't remember which brother had given to him. Tin was one of the very last clone troopers the Empire made. The clone factory on Kamino was shutting down. The Imperial army no longer needed them, as now there're plenty of men and women to recruit.

After he graduated, Tin had hoped that he would have a chance to serve at the front line of the battle. Well, no, he wasn't good enough. Everything about him, his scores, his personality, were all 'average', as his profile said. So, he and the rest of his class that were lower than average was sent to each outposts instead.

So now he was here, on a planet called Darim, in a citadel surrounded by woods and rivers. At first he was just a soldier, running errands and stuffs for several generals here. Then, a year ago, Lord Vader came to the citadel with a boy sleeping in his arm.

The boy, Luke Skywalker - his son, was just three and a half years old. Lord Vader simply said that his son needed a babysitter, and Tin was just unlucky to be around there when his boss announced. He hoped that Lord Vader wouldn't pick him, he's just an average clone. But the galaxy seemed to have another idea for him, because Lord Vader turned and pointed at him, saying that he must take care of Luke Skywalker from now on.

Normally, Luke Skywalker was a good kid. He didn't run away when it's time for his bath or screamed that he didn't want to go to class every morning. However, being an only child in this citadel, he had only Tin for a friend. And Tin, well, he was too afraid of the boy's father to refuse when Luke wanted to play with him after his classes with those 'scary and boring teachers'. There was more than one time that the boy painted his armours with the biggest smile on his face that made Tin quickly pushed away the urge to groan when he thought of how long it would take to clean his armours.

Nevertheless, Tin had to admit that he quite enjoy the company of the boy. He had to adapt a lot in the first month. After Luke was used to his presence, the boy always wanted to be with him in his free time. Tin, who was raised among his other 300 brothers, decided that Luke must felt lonely. How could he not? Tin grew up with 300 brothers, but Luke was alone, surrounded by the people who didn't have time for him. And his father, well, Lord Vader was a busy man. Sometimes he would disappear for weeks, leaving Luke alone with Tin.

At first Tin thought that Lord Vader would be strict with Luke, just liked when he was with others. It turned out that Lord Vader wasn't as strict as he was when he was around his son. But when Luke broke the rules – intentionally or unintentionally, there would always be punishment for both of them. Well, let said that the kid got scolded and a cold and long lecture from his father, but Tin was the one receiving the rest of the anger. Well, he should be grateful that Luke only broke the rule when his father alive early. Normally the boy wouldn't be allow out of the North Wing of the citadel unless Lord Vader was with him. But when Luke knew that his father was back, he would just run straight from the North Wing to the hanger bay.

No, no, thinking about that isn't going to help. Tin almost knocked his head with his hand as he entered the kitchen. The cookers were chatting at each other as they worked. Tin managed a small cough, and everyone turned to look at him.

"Boss is back, he wants dinner to be ready in one hour." Tin announced nonchalantly. But that's enough, the cookers immediately worked with more concentration.

While Luke was out with his father, Tin went to the boy's room. He made sure that the toys were in the right place and the books were back on their shelves.

Tin made the boy bed, feeling more like a housekeeper than a trooper. He shook his head and walked around the room to make sure that everything was spotless before making his way toward the dining room. Most people would have thought that it would be a big room, with large tables and expensive decorations. Well, not quite. The room Luke liked was a small empty room that linked the dining hall with the passage leaded to the main library of the North Wing. It's because this room had a large window that showed the view of the forest below, so they put a table and chairs here along with more decorations.

Tin made sure that everything was perfect as he kept glancing toward the watch. Lord Vader was always on time.

Six o'clock and twenty minutes, that's when Tin heard footsteps. He immediately moved to stand in the corner as Lord Vader and his son entered the room. The boy was very happy while his father still showed no emotions.

Both of them sat down and the servant droids immediately rolled out with food on the plates. They placed each dishes neatly on the table before rolling away, leaving the room. So now there was only Lord Vader, Luke, and Tin.

Luke kept talking about what he had learnt today as he father slowly took his mask of. Tin wasn't sure if he was glad or terrified to be allowed to see his boss' face. The man was burnt in larva once, but there were still some features left to tell that he was once a very attractive man. Even covered in scars, Tin could still see the perfect cheekbones and those strong jaws. Nevertheless, what terrified Tin most was the eyes. They're dark brown, but sometimes they would just change to yellow, and then red.

Tin kept his face straight as Lord Vader turned his way to put the helmet on a nearby cart. The sleek black head piece followed, showing the bald head covered in scars. He stood there until he was sure that Lord Vader wouldn't require anything else until the dinner finished, then he silently left them alone.

"Heard that the boy broke out again," one of the trooper who walked by spoke as Tin was making his way to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

"Yeah," Tin nodded, smiling cheekily because he didn't know what else to say. The trooper just sighed, waving him good luck, and Tin was glad they didn't know what happened behind the closed door of Lord Vader's personal quarter.

Later that evening, when Luke was replaying his lesson today to his father, Tin silently sneaked in the living room and stood there, waiting for order from his boss that it's time for Luke to go to bed. His boss didn't even look at him, but Tin felt like he was being watched. Well, Lord Vader had his mask back on, so there was no way for Tin to know what his boss was looking at.

After Luke finished telling his father about the lessons, Lord Vader scooped his son up in his arms and told him the stories about stars and the galaxy. Tin couldn't help but felt like this was his privilege to be allowed to see the stoic Lord acted like human, no, let himself be human. Who would have thought that the person the whole galaxy scared of most would be sitting on a sofa with a boy in his arms, telling him bedtime stories.

Luke started to yawn after a while, and Lord Vader got up with his son half asleep. Tin followed silently as Vader put his son to bed, before stepping back and waited for the order.

"Go to my quarter"

That's it, a simple order. Tin winched inside, knowing what this meant.

"Yes, my lord," he replied and turned away, walking toward Lord Vader's quarter.

Lord Vader's quarter was very plain. The first room was almost empty, excepted for a long black couch on one side of the room, right under the window that extended down from the ceiling. There were three doors, but Tin knew better than to explore.

So he stood there, in the middle of the room, and waited. Several minutes later, his boss arrived. Tin's heart quickened, he knew what's about to happen.

"You let my son wandered out of the North Wing."

It's not a question. Tin remained still and kept his face neutral.

"I remembered you've promised me, long ago, that this will not happen again."

That's so long ago, it's the first time Luke had wandered out of the North Wing. Tin promised that he wouldn't let this happen again, hoping that his boss would give him a second chance. Vader did nothing but used the Force to send him flat against the wall, before pulling Tin's legs…

Tin had to bite his lower lip to chase the memory away before his boss noticed. He dared look up and found Lord Vader standing in front of him.

No one said anything, for that moment no one said anything. Then his boss lifted his hand and Tin choked as he was held up in the air by an invisible hand.

It's not the brutal crush just like when Lord Vader wanted to torture someone, but it's a crush nonetheless. Tin felt as if the air was squeezing him, holding him up several inches from the floor. He could still breathe, but he couldn't move. Lord Vader was no longer in his sight, but Tin knew what was going to happen next.

Suddenly, his pants along with his underwear were moved down his legs to rest around his knees. He gasped as the cold air touched his skin. This was not the first time something like the happened, but he couldn't still get used to it.

He could hear a sound of rustling clothes, and then he his body was arranged in a more horizontal line. Lord Vader bent his back a bit, not much, but just enough to make it curved and made his ass…ass… pushed out, legs spread.

Tin didn't fight when his boss spread his legs using the Force. He closed his eyes and tried to relax. There was no warning, no words. Tin heard a wet sound and then Lord Vader was pushing into him. He had never prepared Tin, only lubed himself up and pushed in.

It's always like this, Lord Vader using him. The first time it was the roughest and it hurt like hell, actually Tin screamed and Lord Vader choked him until he couldn't make a sound.

The first time he was taken, Tin ended up bleeding and unable to walk for several minutes. He was lucky that Lord Vader was kind enough to allow him a day off after the first time [Tin didn't want to think of it as their first time], and after that his boss seemed to be more careful when handled Tin. He's still rough and uncaring, but at least Tin wasn't bleeding after the whole ordeal anymore. And sometimes – if he was lucky, Lord Vader might hit the spot inside Tin that almost made him moan. It made him feel good, so good that sometimes Tin had found a quiet place to masturbate after Lord Vader dismissed him.

This time was just like other times he had been here. Tin bit his lip and let himself be used as Lord Vader pleased. His boss did hit his prostate several time, but that wasn't enough. Tin's cock twitched a bit, half-hard when Lord Vader finished. The air that had been holding him disappeared and Tin stumbled forward, holding his arms out to regain the balance. After that he pulled his pants up and would do his best, just liked every times something like this happened, to ignore the stickiness inside him and some that was running down his inner thighs.

"Next week, Luke and I will travel to Naboo," Lord Vader spoke as Tin just finished redressing. "Make sure you've prepared everything."

"Yes, my lord," Tin bowed and made his way to the door. Pain shot up from his lower body but he didn't care. He was used to it by now.

Tin got back to his room, locking the door and went straight to the fresher. Being a babysitter of their Boss' son did have an advantage. He was given his own room. It was small but at least it had a fresher attached to it.

Tin spent several minutes in the fresher masturbating, then he showered and prepared for the night. He was still sore from what just happened, but he had long learnt not to care. He was just a clone, an expandable tool. Tin was sure that as soon as Master Luke no longer needed him, he would be sent back to his old duty.

Tin woke up before sunrise. He got out of the bed and prepared himself for the day. Before this, Tin only wore full armours with the mask when he was at work, but Luke preferred to see his face more than a lifeless mask, so now he wore a simple grey uniform of the Imperial army instead.

Luke was up when he entered the room. The boy was half way on making his bed when Tin walked in. He smiled and told the boy to go wash his face, or he might miss having a breakfast with his father. Luke immediately complied.

Lord Vader was already waiting for his son at the garden. In a morning with nice weather and beautiful sky, his boss always went out. Tin took Luke to his father and retreated, letting the droids took the rest of the job.

Luke was pouting when his father said goodbye and went to work. All Tin could do was sigh and reminding the child that he had a lesson to caught. Luke just pouted even more but followed him inside nonetheless.

The time before lunch was the most peaceful time for Tin. He caught up with the rest of his friends in the citadel, choosing lunch for the boy, checking his schedule, and went to wait for Luke to finish his lessons.

"It's so boring," Luke complained to him once he was free for today. "I hate remembering those type of ships and their duties. There's only me and Mr. Snotter in the room, and he kept staring at me."

"Well, you're his only student," Tin pointed out, knowing that this wasn't going to help.

"Why am I the only student?" Luke pouted. "Other kids study in group. In those cartoons and movies, there're classrooms and school. Why does father not send me to school? Adults go to work, children go to school, right?"

"I don't know, I'm sorry young master," Tin shook his head. "You'll have to ask Lord Vader about that."

"I want to go to school." Luke said, grabbing Tin's hand and leaded him toward the garden. "This place is boring." He pouted as they walked pass the door and stepped onto a path made from peddles that leaded them into the garden. Tin wanted to tell the boy that this was one of the best place anyone could afford compared to other people out there, but Luke was too young to know about that. And even if he was old enough, Tin doubted he would dare tell the boy the truth about the Galaxy without Lord Vader's permission.

"That…you'll have to ask your father too," Tin sighed. He did feel bad for Luke, it must be boring seeing the same thing and same people for years. "But he will take you to Naboo next week."

"Yes!" Luke jumped, all pouts were gone as he remembered yesterday's conversation. "Yes! I'm going to Naboo! Will you come with me?"

"I…um…I don't know," Tin shook his head. "I think that…"

"I'll have to ask my dad, I got it." Luke rolled his eyes. "Why do I have to ask my dad all the time? He doesn't tell you anything? But yesterday he told you to go to his quarter. What did you two talk?"

"Well," Tin tried to sound casual. Damnit, he knew that Luke was too young to know anything, but his words still reminded him of what happened. "He scolded me for letting you out of the North Wing." There was no way Tin was going to tell the boy what really happened.

Luke didn't seem to totally believe him, but the boy did let it slide. "Tell me about Naboo," the boy said instead. "Have you been there before?"

"No sir, I have never been to Naboo," Tin shook his head. All he had seen after leaving Kamino was the ships and then this citadel. "But I've hear that it's a very beautiful place. It's located in the Mid Rim, a home to the Gungan species. The human populations there are called the Naboo. Oh, and our Emperor is from Naboo too."

"What about my dad?" Luke asked another answer that Tin knew he wouldn't dare answer. "Where did he come from? Is he from Naboo? And what about my mother? Is she from Naboo too?"

"Master Luke," Tin sighed. This wasn't the first time Luke asked about his mother, or about his father's origin. Honestly, Tin didn't know what happen to the boy's mother nor where his boss came from, but he had a feeling that it wouldn't be something he should know. "You will…."

"I will have to ask my dad again," the boy frowned. "Really Tin? Really? You never know anything! Or if you know, you always say that I'll have to ask my dad!"

"Master Luke," Tin sighed. "I want to tell you everything I know, but some questions… they're not mind to answer. And your dad will be angry if I cross the line."

"Are you afraid of my father?"

An innocent question, the one that Tin wanted to laugh at. Who isn't afraid of your dad?! Except for you of course! He wanted to shout. His lower back was still sore. But Luke was just a kid, and Tin wanted the boy to be happy, not to be afraid at his own father. So, "well, yes, he's my boss," was his reply.

Luke seemed content with that answer, so he changed the topic to other thing; Tin was very relieved. And they spent that afternoon in peace.

Next week arrived, Luke was so excited that the night before the travelling he could not sleep. Of course the boy didn't go to his father's quarter, he wasn't that bold, Luke went to Tin's room instead. And Tin? All he could do was getting up and stayed with the boy until sunrise.

"Are you excited for your first trip to Naboo?"

Lord Vader was already waiting for his son at the dining room when Luke and Tin arrived.

"Yes! I'm so excited!" The boy chattered and ran toward his father. Tin used that chance to quietly get out of the room. He then went to take care of the boy's luggage. Tin would be going to Naboo too, Luke wouldn't let him stay behind, nor Lord Vader. Tin's boss needed someone to take care of his son while he attended all those meetings. And Tin was the only one Luke was comfortable with.

"A holiday in Naboo? I'm jealous."

One of the Stormtroopers at the bay teased him. "Believe me, it's not a holiday," Tin replied, waving them away as he directed the droids to transport each bags into the Imperial Shuttle. Well, he would be riding in this shuttle with Luke, his boss, and several of his boss' bodyguards for a short trip to a Star destroyer that was waiting just outside Darim's atmosphere.

"Yeah, I almost forgot you have to babysit Lord Vader's son," one of the Stormtroopers said, and that brought laughter from the rest of the group. Tin shook his head but smiled anyway. Taking care of the kid might be tiresome sometimes, but it's a lighter work compared to the errands he had run.

Tin promised his friends he would bring some souvenirs back before watching them marched off to their posts. The pilots were already in the shuttle, preparing to take off as soon as their boss arrive.

Half an hour later, his boss and Luke arrived, followed by several of his Security Force; these elite troopers that were very identical to Snowtroopers but with red armours and red masks.

Tin kept his head straight and eyes looked forward as his boss approached the shuttle. He saluted and waited until everyone was in the shuttle that he followed.

Lord Vader took his seat in the front, his son was with him. The Lord Vader's personal Security Force were on their left and right, so Tin picked the furthest seat in the room. He sat and tried to calm his nerve down. This was his first time leaving the citadel after arrived here.

Luke was quieter than usual. Tin wasn't sure if he had imaged it, but his young master seemed to be…sad and disappointed of something. He hoped that it wouldn't involve Lord Vader. Every time Luke started complaining about his father, he always turned to ask Tin everything that the clone couldn't answer; it wasn't his place to answer all of those questions.

The trip to the Star Destroyer was short. Tin stood up and was ready to move as soon as the shuttle landed. A pair of the special elite troopers went out first, followed by Lord Vader and his son. A pair of the special troopers behind them, and then Tin.

To be honest, Tin felt very awkward right now. He hadn't been in a ship this busy and this big before. The transporter they used to transport his battalion to Darim wasn't this big nor this busy. Also, he had never been this close to these special troopers. He had to admit that they're quite scary.

"Take my son to his room" was an order from Lord Vader. Tin, who had no idea where the room was, tried not to sound stupid as he replied. "My apology, my lord, but I wasn't informed of…"

"Sergeant," Lord Vader cut him off, which was rarely happened. Normally he would let someone finished before Force-choking them, so Tin guessed that he wouldn't be Force-choked. "I wasn't talking to you."

Tin's cheeks were burning. Yeah, that's very embarrassing even when his boss was using his usual commanding voice. He looked up and saw that the order was directed to one of Lord Vader's bodyguards.

Luke seemed like he wanted to protest. The boy wasn't used to being escorted by his father's bodyguards. Nevertheless, the boy behaved and followed the trooper in black armour who leaded him to one of many doors connected to the hanger.

"Walk with me sergeant"

His boss said and started walking. Tin nearly stumbled when his brain finally kicked in and told him to walk. Lord Vader had never ordered Tin to follow him before, and that scared Tin. He hoped that this wasn't going to be a punishment. Well, if it was he hoped that it would be quick.

"Sergeant," Lord Vader interrupted his thought and Tin nearly jumped in surprise. "When we reach Naboo, you will be taking my son around when I attend the meetings."

"Yes, my lord,"

"I have an expectation that you know where you can and cannot take him to. Do not disappoint me."

"Yes, my lord," Tin nodded, keeping his eyes trained to the ground or the Stormtroopers walking ahead of him. "I will do my best."

After that he was dismissed. Tin spent several minutes walking around hanger, didn't know where to go, until he found a panel and the map of the ship. Then he looked through the schedule to see if he was assigned to any job except taking care of Lord Vader's son. Luckily, he wasn't, so Tin immediately made his way to where Luke's room was.

Tin spent most time of the trip trying to entertain Luke. The boy was pouting and on the edge of crying when he arrived. It turned out that Luke was scared of both the place. Actually, Luke wanted his father to stay with him, but Lord Vader was a busy man. So, Tin spent several hours in the boy's room until it's the boy's nap time. Then he had a chance to go explore his quarter and caught up with the rest of the cruiser.

The Star Destroyer was still in hyperspace as Tin approached his boss' quarter to give a report about his son. The security outside let him in easily, and now Tin was standing in front of his boss.

"How is my son?"

His boss spoke before Tin had a chance to. His voice was smooth, but there was something in it. Something that Tin wasn't sure what it was, but it was new.

"He's asleep now," Tin replied, thinking hard on what he should or what he shouldn't tell apart from his standard report. "We played games until it's his nap time. He had mastered some puzzle games we used to play. And even that he complained about his lessons, he had finished all of his homework before I brought the game in." Tin finished his report and waited for the response. Actually he wanted to tell more, but decided against it. He wasn't sure that his boss would be pleased if he dared suggesting some changes in Luke's daily routine.

"Excellent," his boss nodded. "Is there something more?"

Shit, I forgot that he can read people's minds or sort of. Tin gulped. He could feel himself sweating under the cool air. However, Tin knew better than to try lying to the Sith Lord in front of him. "Um, Master Luke had been wondering why there is only him in each classes. I mean; he…um…he's wondering why you don't send him to school."

His boss was quiet for a while. Tin hoped that if his boss was going to kill him, it's going to be quick.

"School, you said?" Lord Vader nodded. "Very well, and what did you tell him?"

"I told him that I wasn't the one to answer that, sir," Tin replied. "I um…I told him that he had to ask you."

"He hadn't asked" was a statement more than a reply, and also a question. Tin didn't know what to say, so he remained quiet and waited.

"What else did he complain to you?"

"Not much sir," Tin replied, keeping his voice neutral as he answered. He hoped that Lord Vader wouldn't punish Luke for this. "He was bored of the citadel and some of the lessons." Tin wondered if he should keep the part about Luke asking about his mother to himself or not. The boy didn't seem to be sad that he only had his father.

"I sense that there is more, sergeant"

Tin inhaled sharply, a bit startled by the voice that turned colder and that his boss was stepping closer. He kept himself upright and tried to calm his nerve as he answered. "He asked me about his mother, my lord. He wanted to know about his mother and you. I told him that he would have to ask you." Tin braced for a punishment after that. He had a feeling that his boss wouldn't be in a good mood after hearing this.

Lord Vader was quiet for a while. Tin hoped that he wasn't angry. When Lord Vader was angry he tended to torture people before killing them.

"You are dismissed," was what his boss said after a period of uncomfortable silence. Tin had to make sure that he was walking instead of running out of the room.

Relief washed over him as Tin made his way back to Luke's room. Lord Vader's son was still sleeping when Tin arrived, so he spent his time on the holo-net, planning a trip around Naboo.