Luke was scrunched up in a tiny ball, rocking backwards and forwards.
Whenever something good happens to me something bad has to happen as well. I didn't even get all the things I wanted! Luke scowled the Storm Troopers.
I can't wait till Father gets here; he'll make them regret arresting me! He'd probably scare them or something. It'll be awesome.
The door was flung open and in stepped Darth Vader, his presence almost made the room darken automatically.
"M'lord." The Troopers chorused.
Vader ignored them and turned to face Luke.
"Get him out of there immediately!" he ordered angrily. One of the Storm Troopers fumbled around for the key, sliding it in the lock, it creaked open.
"Father!" Luke exclaimed, bolting out the room. Vader put a hand up to stop him.
"Why is he here?" he demanded, the leather gloves screaming in protest as he clenched his fists.
"Well M'lord, he vandalised shop property, knocked over a display, and was found in possession of a death-stick." The Trooper stepped back.
Vader turned angrily to face Luke.
"Come with me, we are going to talk about your behaviour." He grabbed Luke and dragged him out of his cell. Luke clutched at his bags, hoping nothing would fall out. As soon as they entered the ship, Vader exploded.
"I let you go out on your own and this is what you do? Vandalising Imperial property? Buying DEATH-STICKS?" the chair Vader's hand rested on actually started to get dents in it.
"I didn't know death-sticks were illegal!" Luke tried to defend himself.
"What sounds remotely safe in the word: Death-sticks? They drain your life each-time you take one!" Vader finally sat down and started the engine, not waiting for Luke to strap himself in.
"Hey!" Luke protested, dashing into a seat before he fell over.
"What were you thinking?" Vader thundered.
"I'm sorry!" Luke's day had taken a turn for the worst. This morning they were getting along fine!
"You have disappointed me Luke." Vader rumbled, not sparing Luke a glance.
"The guy was bothering me! He wouldn't leave me alone!" Luke said frustrated.
"Then you should've called for some Security." Vader snapped.
"But then I'd get in trouble for knocking down all that stuff in the toy shop!" Luke moaned.
"Be quiet." Vader hissed, taking one hand of the wheel to point threateningly at Luke.
Luke crossed his arms and sighed loudly. After a few seconds he sighed again, and then again.
"Stop it." Vader ordered. Luke glared at him and pouted… *sigh*.
"Luke!" Vader slammed his hand on the dash-board.
"Okay jeez I'm sorry." Luke checked that his posters weren't damaged before settling back into his seat.
In Vader's Palace…
"This is the last time you are aloud out on your own until you can prove that you will not vandalise, or try and kill yourself." Vader scolded, striding down one of the many identical hallways.
"You're overreacting." Luke mumbled quietly, but Vader heard anyway. He fought the urge to grab the boy and lock him a room, so he gripped his belt instead.
"Father, I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused today." Luke said warily, knowing that Vader would stay in a bad mood for a while.
Vader did not reply. Instead, he dragged Luke into the Conference room.
"Ya'know, you could just ask me to follow you…you don't need to drag me everywhere." Luke complained. He was sure that he would have finger-shaped bruises on his arms.
"Silence. I have enrolled you in a local Private school. You will start on Monday." Vader instructed, producing neatly folded clothes from a chair.
"Here is your uniform." Vader placed it into Luke's hands.
"School? You mean I have to go every day?" Luke asked in disbelief.
"You mean you received no education on Tatooine?" Vader wondered why Obi-Wan thought Beru and Owen capable of looking after a child.
"Well yeah, but we only learnt about how to survive in the desert and stuff. Luke Hutt history and Sand People…Owen and Beru taught me some maths I guess…" Luke's voice trailed off at the end.
"You will be expected to go to school every day. Now go to your room!" Vader shoved Luke out of the room and slammed the door shut.
Is he still upset about the whole shopping thing? How long does he hold a grudge for?
Luke hurried into his room and took out the Mega-Blox toy. He also took the two posters out.
"Well, I'm going to need scissors and cello-tape." Luke didn't want to bother his Father again, so he decided to look around for some.
Maybe I'll ask one of the Storm Troopers. There weren't any in Vader's private section, so Luke took a chance and hoped not to get lost.
"Excuse me!" Luke ran over to two Storm Troopers.
The Troopers glanced at each-other. They had been informed of a child staying here, but they didn't know why. How much information where they aloud to hand out? Was the child a threat or should they just ignore him?
"I was wondering if you guys knew where some scissors or cello-tape is?" Luke asked apprehensively.
"Why?" one of the Troopers asked.
"Because I need it." Luke snapped, losing his patience.
"What for?" the other one asked suspiciously.
"That doesn't matter!" Luke put his hands on his hips, trying to look like he had authority.
"Yes it does." Some other Storm Trooper had joined in the conversation.
"Look, do you know where I can find some?" Luke was losing his cool. He was already distressed from everything that had happened so far. He just wanted to try out his new toy.
"Yes, we do, but why do you need it?" the first Storm Trooper repeated.
"Ugh." Luke groaned and moped slightly before jogging away around a corner.
A few minutes later in the kitchens…
"Uh, excuse me…?" Luke tried to get a kitchen droids attention, but the droid was to busy chopping some vegetables to notice.
Luke opened a few drawers searching for scissors.
How can this place not have scissors? He thought angrily. The plastic wrapping on the toy was wound to tight for Luke to undo.
Guess I'll settle for a knife then. He picked up a relatively sharp knife, hoping to cut of the plastic and then return it without any trouble.
But when does anything ever go smoothly for Luke Skywalker?
