Dinner was a quiet one. Leia frowned at the blue milk next to her plate as Luke played at spearing the meatballs. She frowned at him, and then at her father.

"Dad, it's not fair. Luke's the one who took apart the droid and choked the other kid. All I did was remind Teacher that she promised us Play Time before Math Time! Why did I have to be sent home too?"

"Hey! I was putting it back together, and you were suggesting that everyone make a fort and shoot paper balls!" Luke bit his prized catch of a meatball as he finished the first part of his speech. "And that stupid jerk-face said Dad tried to kill the Emperor because Dad was a Jedi! But Dad saved the Emperor! Right, Dad?"

Vader sighed. "You were both sent home from school because you disrupted class, Leia, and Luke, you damaged school property and harmed another student. I am starting to rethink taking you to Toshi station because of this."

"What? Nooo! That's not possible! Leia! Tell him!"

Leia's mouth hung open and she shook her head. "But… But we were being good. Like we promised. Luke was putting the droid together again and said sorry, and I was just reminding Teacher of the schedule. We were being good."

Another deep sigh. "I know, but you two need to work on being good without being disruptive or destructive. Instead of starting a rebellion, you should have just reminded your teacher of the schedule, and if she changed it for the day or however long, you have to accept it.

"Instead of just taking apart a droid, ask how it works, and then ask me to find you a droid like it that you can take apart. And instead of arguing over me being a good or bad guy, use the other student's attempt to make you angry against them by not being angry." He stopped to take a series of breaths to allow his lungs to catch up after his small speech.

"Okay, Dad." They went back to eating quietly.

"Does this mean we still get storytime, and you'll still take us to Toshi station this weekend?"

"Your school behavior does not affect our deal about bedtime, and I am thinking about Toshi station. You will need to follow every rule from now on if you want me to take you."

"Yes!" Speaking as one seemed to be an unusual ability only twins seemed to be talented. And these twins only when they were teaming up for something, or just before-

"This means you can't keep taking apart droids, Luke." She pointed her fork at the minutes-older twin as she stuck out her tongue.

Luke shoved noodles into his mouth, chewed and swallowed with a look that promised to annoy and get back at her. "Yeah, but you can't keep being the Rebel Princess now."

That did not sound promising. "Rebel Princess?"

"Luke!"

"Yeah, 'cuz Mom was a queen once, so Leia decided she's a princess. And rebels fight rules for what's right to them, right? So she's been saying she's the Rebel Princess for our class."

"You are!" Leia threw her food at him, but was pushed back into her chair as Vader held up a hand, stilling his two young ones.

"Rebels do not realize that the very thing they think they are stopping, is exactly what will happen when they fight. Your mother was an elected Queen when she was young, but as an elected official, neither of you are royalty in the Galactic political world, even if I call you my little Princess and Prince."

"Aw. No fair. I wanted to be a Princess. That would've made Lilsa and Ekric Tarken shut up about their dad being a Moff."

"Dad picking us up might've. I mean, her dad's boss took us home from school."

"Not the same. Dad never came for Parent's Day last month, because of stupid rebels."

Vader winced within his armor at the reminder of what he had been forced to miss. "Tell me what you did for fun at recess, no more about rebels and rebellions."

"Oh! We played Jedi and Clonetroopers!" Luke grinned. "I was one of the troopers, but then Jerky-jerk-face said I had to be a Jedi because you were a Jedi and … And then I got mad and he stopped breathing for a bit…"

"I see. And who is … Jerkface?"

"Ekric Tarken, a first grader. And he's mean all the time. He always says my name wrong, and then calls Luke, Turdwalker."

"I see."


"Moff Tarken."

The Moff cleared his throat and saluted. "Lord Vader. This is most unexpected."

"Your son with cease his harassment of the children under my guardianship. I am already dealing with them for the disruptions to their class and for choking him, but as the instigator of the conflict, your son should now be informed to leave the Skywalkers alone."

He frowned. "I don't see how that warrants-"

"I was called to school to bring them home, while I was working on finding those rebels your people should be looking for."

"I do not see why my son is being punish-" He coughed as Vader closed his fist.

"Your son will leave the Skywalker children alone, or you will not only answer to me."

"Y-yes, Lord Vader!" The Moff wheezed as he was released.

"Now, I expect a report on the construction of the station's progress by the designated time. And I want it on time." The Moff flinched to Vader's amusement. The military man was just as annoying to deal with as he was during the Clone Wars. He should have died instead of Echo, or rather, all of the good soldiers lost rescuing him, hyperspace lane locations be damned.

"Yes, Lord Vader. I am working on it right now."

"Luke! Stop ripping up my paper!"

"Good, I have an argument to settle." A child's scream of rage punctuated the end of the call as Vader turned to find his children.

Luke held up a piece of paper between his hands, folding-pulling-pinching the paper just right so small tear was growing. C-3PO had been robbed of his arms and legs while R2 had been tripped and wrapped in 3PO's limbs.

"Lord Vader! Thank goodness you are here, Master Luke and Mistress-"

"Princess." Leia's tone suggested some of the protocol droid's current state was her idea.

"Yes, Princess Leia, have taken my arms and legs off and used them on Artoo when we tried to intervene with this sibling altercation."

The old astromech chirped as well.

"Perhaps I have given the two of you too much freedom with how you play. Now the punishment will be set. You will both put Threepio back together again, and then complete your bedtime chores. Both of you."

The twins frowned and pouted as they completed their own chores.

"Dad, will you-"

"Yes, I will read you a chapter. But I have things I need to do first as well." Like check to make sure 3PO was going to be working properly again.


The Dark Lord of the Sith sat between the beds as he continued to read the tale of the fallen Jedi.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Leia?"

"You're a Sith, right? With the title Darth?"

"Yes."

Luke frowned. "But if the Jedi were good guys, does that mean Sith were bad guys?"

"The Jedi and Sith just don't agree on certain things. Like you and Leia." He was treading dangerous waters here. Now was not the time to explain the complex relations between Jedi, Sith, and points of views. "But in the end, the Jedi tried to kill the Emperor before he became Emperor so he would not be Emperor, which is why the Emperor is the Emperor now."

She frowned and shook her head. "I am so lost, that was confusing."

"Politics are weird. Keep reading! Sword fights!"