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Not in advance: this is a story about Vader and his terrible adventure to Earth for Halloween. Includes Luke bashing, so Skywalker fans beware!

The Ultimate Death Sta Halloween of DOOM!

Chapter One: Let the Doom Begin!

"ATTENTION, PEOPLE!"

Heads swerved around to look at their metallic commander. Vader, standing atop a small platform on the bridge of the Death Star, was very, very angry.

"Finally. I'm sure you all know what month it is, and I'm sure you all know what holiday is coming up. And, above all, I'm sure you know what evil being will be visiting us this year." All the people listening shivered as Vader finished his sentence. Oh yes, they knew. They knew ALL too well.

"We only have 24 hours to prepare. This is the first time he's arrived for Halloween, and we cannot allow the tragedies that have befallen the previous Christmases to happen this year! If it does, I'll execute you. All of you." More shivers.

"Now, in the case that he starts acting up, I want you to knock him out with a sledgehammer and…" but Vader stopped as the doors to the bridge slowly hissed open. A shadowy figure stepped from behind the doors, his shrill voice rang throughout the bridge.

"HEEEEEEY, DADDY! I CAME A DAY EARLY!!"

Everyone on board the bridge winced; some even began to cry as Luke Skywalker pranced across the bridge of the Death Star over to his father.

"Yup, I wanted to see the best Dad in the world a day early this year! Aren't you glad!?" Luke's annoying voice echoed throughout, and those who weren't crying were edging towards the doorway.

Vader's eye twitched as he hissed his answer through gritted teeth. "Oh yes, REAL happy. How could anyone NOT want the most annoying dolt in the world come visit him A DAY EARLY!?"

Luke stared for a while before laughing and punching his father lightly on the shoulder. "Aw Dad, you're so funny! HAHAAH!!!"

Twitch.

"So," Vader started slowly, "what wonderful plan of pain and suffering do you have in store for me THIS year?"

Luke thought for a moment before smiling and pulling a rolled up piece of paper out of his pocket. He unrolled it and showed it to Vader.

"Yup, I want to go HERE," Luke began, pointing to a circular blob on the map. "It's some planet called 'Earth', and it's supposed to have real good trick-or-treatin' places. We could get a lot of candy, and it would be fun!"

Vader stared at his son in disbelief. There is NO way he's my son, he thought angrily, besides being some sort of genetic failure, there's no other place he could have picked up his overwhelming amount of stupidity!

"It's a craptacular plan, really, but WHY do you want to go trick or treating? First, aren't you too old? And second, why go to a planet where psychopathic fangirls will smother us with autograph books!?" Vader snapped, his hands clenched into fists at his side. His left eye twitched in anger as Luke stared blankly at him without an answer.

"WELL!?" Vader yelled, sending all of the members of the bridge fleeing towards the door- all except Luke, who was still staring blankly at his father as if the answer was written on his forehead.

"Can someone get me a sledgehammer!?"

Vader's question was of course left unanswered, seeing as how everyone had left. Vader stared at his son, who was by now inspecting the "pretty buttons" on the control panels instead of actually paying attention to his nearly-exploding-with-rage father.

Oh, this would be a LONG day.