A.M.B.A.O.N. Fic-let # 1

A/N: Hello all my lovely readers! No, contrary to popular belief and numerous assassination attempts I AM NOT DEAD!!!!Hallelujah! I have been having a spot of writers block lately so I haven't updated much… beat…at all…But fear not! I give you my first fic-let! Oh, and MANY THANKS to my lovely reviewers! You guys rock!

FYI: I went out and bought the Star Wars franchise from Lucas! So now I own EVERYTHING!!!MWAHAHAHAH!!!!!! Not really, still a poor student , unemployed, not enough money to buy gum…sad really. Ok, on with the fic!

BACK ABOARD THE 'EXECUTOR'

The bridge was in turmoil. Everyone from Admiral Piett to the lowliest storm trooper was in a state of absolute panic. Lord Vader had

been acting extremely odd. It had been 24 hours by Piett's count since the madness had begun. After storming out of his quarters

strangely dressed and considerably shorter, 'Lord Vader' had demanded that someone get him a 'coke'. This caused much panic on

the ship for two reasons: First, no one knew what a coke was! although the storm troopers had a bet going that it was either a sith

thing or some sort of small animal he could punt out of the airlock.Second, and most terrifying, the dark lord was acting…spontaneous!

Now, the crew was used to Lord Vader's intimidating and at times down right creepy presence on the bridge; but they were more

then a little disturbed when 'Vader' began to do something very strange with his feet. If Piett didn't know better he would almost swear that 'Darth Vader' was dancing!

Piett was broken from his musings by the sound of 'Lord Vader' calling for him.

"Hey you! Dude in the hat!"

Yes, sadly, Piett had been christened 'Dude in the hat'. This gave Piett some cause to be miffed. Lord Vader had never forgotten his

name before! Even on his first tour as a young lieutenant. Was it something he said? Piett trod warily over to where his liege had

decided to make himself comfortable after his dancing: a soft chair from one of the many lounges, placed directly in front of the view port, feet resting comfortably on the railing.

"How may I be of service my lord?" Piett asked in what he hoped to be a calming tone.

" What's your name?"

" Piett, sir."

" Right. Hey! How's that Coke coming along?"

Piett stole a glance over to one of the many ensigns at the computer terminals. The ensign caught his glance and ruefully shook his head.

Piett turned to 'Vader'.

"I'm afraid my lord, that we have been unable to locate a, uh, 'coke' for you. I am deeply sorry…"

'Vader' got to his feet, easily reaching to right under Pietts chin. The bridge took a collective breath as 'Vader' turned to Piett.

"What! No Coke…That's…Ungh…"

'Vader' fell to his knees.

"NNOOOOOO!!!!!"

As 'Vader' sobbed on the ground a young ensign crept over to Piett.

"Um, excuse me Sir." The ensign whispered to Piett. "Um, the Emperor is holding. He wishes to speak with Lord Vader immediately.

Piett sighed 'Oh, this is going to be a long day.'

A/N: Well there you have it! Short and sweet! What will happen!? I don't even know… But after I have another chapter or two posted I'll write another fic-let. Thanks, and remember: REVIEWS MAKE THE WORLD GO ROUND!!!!