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Darth flew out to the state capital the next morning in the RebelCorp private jet.

He had a nickname for the jet—he called it the Death Star. It was actually an acronym, D.E.A.T.H.S.T.A.R., that stood for Darth's Exclusive Automated Transportation, Hence Secondary Transportation for All the Rest. Basically, everyone at RebelCorp had agreed that Darth had first dibs on using the corporate jet when traveling anywhere, because he had no patience for any other form of transportation. Flying got you there the fastest.

Anyone else who wished to use it had to go through Darth first to make sure he wasn't using it at the time when it was needed.

After the Death Star landed at the airport, Darth took a limo to Alderaan. When the limo finally arrived there, he got out, looked around, and took several heavy breaths. "Place should be destroyed," he grumbled through his respirator.

"I heard that. You destroy my house, and I file for custody of your kids." Bail Organa was out trimming his own hedges.

"You file for custody of my kids, and I give a lot of money to your next political opponent!"

"You fund my next opponent, and I buy out RebelCorp."

"You buy out RebelCorp, I-"

"GENTLEMEN!" One of the Organas' maids was now screaming at them to stop. "Mr. Skywalker, may I escort you inside?"

"MY NAME IS NOT SKYWALKER!"


Breha Organa didn't care for Darth much, either. It wasn't his personality—she trusted any man who had married Padme, or at least thought that she should trust him—but having a man wearing a black helmet stare at her without any clue of the expression on his face was just plain annoying.

Thankfully, today that wasn't a problem.

"Leia insisted on sleeping in the same room with Luke last night-" Breha began.

"Damn kids, thinking they can get away with incest," Darth grumbled. "Why the hell did we have twins?"

"It wasn't incest, she was just scared. And Luke wasn't thrilled to be sleeping in a girl's room, either, but when I came in with their dinner, I was glad Luke was there, because Leia wouldn't eat, and Luke persuaded her to eat-"

"Just threaten to kill the girl next time. Works just fine for me."

"That's not how I like to deal with children, Darth," said Breha gently.

"Have you raised any?"

"Have you raised any? Leia's always complaining to me that you're never home!"

"You know these teenagers, they like to cause drama."

Breha threw both hands into the air. Dealing with this man was pointless. How'd he get to be a corporate executive? she wondered to herself.

And what did Padme ever see in him?

A housekeeper soon came in with the kids. Leia had been napping and wore purple velvet sweatclothes; Luke had been soaking in a Jacuzzi and was now lounging in his usual attire of jeans and a t-shirt after taking a shower. Breha Organa kissed both children on the forehead and asked them to take seats next to her on the sofa.

"Dad, can we get a Jacuzzi at home?" Luke asked.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't have enough time to take care of a Jacuzzi, Luke."

"Threepio can clean it," Luke pointed out.

"Threepio has enough to do, working for me and cooking for you ungrateful kids! Now, what makes you two think that you can jump to an outrageous conclusion like thinking that I murdered Earl Jones?"

Leia curled up in her sweatclothes. "Luke came home and said you were there at the time of the murder and that you and Mr. Jones were both missing for a while. Nobody knew where either of you were."

"Well, I don't know where the hell Jones was, but I was in the conference room on the phone with Silicon Valley for two hours. RebelCorp is opening a new office there, and that blasted Yoh Da wants to put me in charge. I was trying to convince these people that me moving to Silicon Valley would be like feeding my kids to the Sarlacc. Horrible idea."

"We're moving to Silicon Valley?" asked Luke slowly.

"Not anymore, kiddo. I took care of it."

Luke breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't handle leaving his best friend, Mark Fisher.

"So you didn't kill him, Dad?" asked Leia.

"Of course I didn't kill him, princess. I know what's in your mother's will. Why would I risk sending Luke to your Uncle Owen and you to…" Darth looked around the room and grunted… "this place?"

Luke hid a smirk. Mrs. Organa just looked annoyed and asked a servant for a cup of tea.

"We thought you liked your job more than you liked us," said Leia quietly.

"Princess," said Darth quietly, "when have I ever given you that idea? Since I started working at RebelCorp, haven't I been home a lot more with you and Lukey?"

Leia shrugged. "I guess." She looked embarrassed.

"Princess, I love you and the Lukester! Come on, Lukey, give your old man a hug! Come here, princess!"

Luke smiled. This was the Dad he remembered. "I'm sorry, Dad," he apologized to his father, getting up to go over and hug him. "Thanks for forgiving us."

Darth hugged Luke. "Good kiddo," he murmured through his respirator.

"Dad," Leia said quietly from her place over on the couch, "Can I spend another week here at Alderaan? I love sleeping in my new bed."

"I'll get you a new bed at home," Darth growled.

"And we can't get a Jacuzzi?" Luke gaped.


Luke and Leia thanked the Organas—Darth didn't—and agreed to go back home on the Death Star. After making sure that all of her luggage was loaded on board, Leia went to the back of the plane and conked out.

"That kiddo sleeps too much," Darth growled.

"She gets bad jet lag," Luke explained to his father.

"Speaking of sleeping," Darth told his son sternly. "Tell me about you and your sister in the same-"

A call came over the intercom, telling Darth to pick up the phone. He had a call from work.

"Sorry, Lukester. Duty calls." Darth headed over to the phone, picked it up, and growled a greeting. "What?"

Luke rolled his eyes and sank back in his seat.


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