Disclaimer: I'm just a bored fanfiction writer who doesn't own star wars. I also don't make any money on this story whatsoever. The OCs and the plot is mine.

" Anakin?!"

" Yes. " he said, having already resigned to his unfortunate fate."How did you guess?"

" The way you crossed your arms. "

" Seriously!? "

The door to the office slid open to reveal an officer holding papers in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

" After all, I did work with you for years. Just put the peppers there,"she added.

The officer froze, looked back and forth from Vader, Vera, and his coffee before quickly placing the papers on the desk, backing out of the room, and running down the hall.

"Wow. Do all your workers run on coffee?"

By this point, Vader wanted to bang his head against the wall.

" It's a wonder I was able to stand you. "

"Hey! Is your face really deformed like they say?"

Vader was mortified. "No! Who told you that?"

" Ehh. The same person who said they beat you in a duel and left you for dead. I mean why else would you wear a scary mask. "

"What?!"

" I have a sneaking suspicion that someone messed with his memories. "

"Who is it?"

"Uhh. I probably shouldn't tell you."

Vader took off his helmet. Vera paused. "Huh. You look worse than I thought." He cocked an eyebrow.

" Oh. Thanks. Please tell me who the delusional rumor maker is."

To be honest, he looked exactly the same as he had during the Clone Wars. Of course Vera wasn't going to tell him that.

"Hmm. Fine. Obi-wan Kenobi."

" WHAT?! "

"So, did you duel him on Mustafar?"

" No! Why would I pick a fight on a lava planet? I'd have to be crazy. After all, what if I fell in the lava or something."

"Knew it. "

"Does he really think that? "said Anakin curiously.

"Yep. He was totally, I mean totally, heartbroken."

Vader was by this time open mouthed.

The door to the office slid open and there was Padme with a mischievous look on her face.

"Ani, you look wonderful with your gaping mouth." she commented lightly as she set a stack of papers on Vera's desk.

Vader glared at Vera. Padme chuckled.

"Oh,yeah. I have a friend of mine who does interior decorating (when she isn't busy with detective work or with her mechanic work) who is coming over tomorrow, "said Vera.

" You invited an interior decorator here? "asked Vader, purely horrified.

"This place needs purely awful."

" Fine. Who is it this time? "

"Come on. It can't be too hard. She was an old co-worker."

" You were an old coworker . "

"Yeah. What's your point?"

Vader exhaled loudly, and Padme burst into giggles. Vera rolled her eyes.

"Okay. You got along well with her."

" Uh. What species was she? "

"If I tell you, you'll get the answer."

" Please? "

"No."

" I order you to-"

"That doesn't work on me."

"So we know this person is a she who worked with me-"

" I didn't know you could rhyme so well! "

Vader continued despite the distraction,"probably is an alien, is a detective, mechanic, and an interior decorator."

" She decided to become a detective after she realized how poor the current system was, a decorator after seeing the Imperial style, and a mechanic because of you. She likes blue, orange, and white, "said Vera as she studied her fingernails.

" Who is it? "

"I think I know," offered Padme.

"Please tell me!"

" I think you should just wait and see. "

"You'd think being second in command would have a few more useful benefits."

" Anyway, I'm going to install some stuff in here. Hey you, my least favorite boss, go sulk in your stuffy office,"said Vera

"I'm your only boss. And my office isn't stuffy!"

" Riiight. "

"I think you two will get along just fine," chuckled Padme as she walked out the door.

The Emperor cackled loudly. His maniac laugh echoed throughout the room. The footage from the security camera in Vera's office was- well hilarious!

"Shev, be careful when you laugh. You might damage your lungs."

The Emperor turned to look at his wife who was hiding a smile.

"Maybe I should turn off the holovid. I don't want to burn my eyes out. Maybe I shouldn't sit in this comfy chair, it might damage my back. Oh, perhaps I should-"muttered the Emperor.

The Empress laughed. "I'm teasing!"

He sighed and sank into his chair. "Everyone always picks on me."

"Anyway, why don't we watch that recording again? It was funny,"said Pristine with a small smile.

" So you do have a sense of humor! " he said as sprang up with a grin.

"Well. What did you think! That I was some grumpy old lady with a stick ready to whack you?"

" Well, on some days… "

"Don't even think of finishing that sentence. Ever."

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Hope you liked the story! If you didn't guess yet Vera is subject to occasional mood swings. She tends to stay grumpy though. ;)

Let me know what you think about the story!