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Darth Vader, D.D.S., opened the holocron and concentrated with the Force, holding it at the section he wanted. He placed the holocron on the tray that held his tools so he could refer to it during the procedure.
"Um…pardon, my lord," the junior officer in his dental chair said, trying not to slur from local anesthetic. "If I may ask…have you performed this procedure before?"
"Once," Vader confessed. "In dental school. In a simulation. This is my first time on a live patient. Stop talking and open wide." He turned on the dental lamp and positioned it, followed by the swivel magnifier that would give a greater view of the problem tooth and what he was doing.
The officer's breathing quickened as he watched Vader ready his dental drill. He started to squirm out of the chair. "Forgive me, lord, I mean no offense," he rushed, "but I think I wish to seek out another dentist."
Vader's hand slammed him back down, the servos in his suit easily yielding enough pressure that the no-longer-willing patient was held firmly in place.
"I find your lack of faith disturbing," Vader informed him calmly. "Do not move."
The drill emitted a high-pitched whine when Vader turned it on. Held in place by Vader's hand, the terrified junior officer could only watch and listen as the drill inched closer and closer into contact…