"Tin… Tin!"
"Tin…oh no…Tin…please wakes up….please…"
Tin woke up to a sound of Luke calling him. He cracked his eyes opened and had to close them quickly as pain erupted through his body. He groaned and then a pair of hands was on his shoulders.
"Tin… oh…Tin…thank Force…Tin!..."
"Master Luke?" Tin groaned, forcing his eyes opened for the second time. This time he succeeded and the first thing he saw was Luke's worried face. The boy hovered over him, with some Stormtroopers surrounded them.
"Hold on, we will get you out of here," Luke said, before he pulled away and drew out that blue lightsaber, deflecting the shots that were aimed for them. Tin tried to sit up and tell Luke that the boy must get away from here, but the pain made him cried out instead.
Luke immediately turned toward him after he heard Tin's cry, and that made one lucky shot found its way to the boy's arm when he wasn't looking. Tin's stomach dropped when he heard Luke's cried as he stumbled to the side, one hand grabbing the injured arm, grunting as he turned to deflect other shots.
Tin opened his mouth to shout for other to take Luke to safety, but then the medic was in front of him. "Hold on mate," their team medic said, before turning to other Stormtroopers. "We've to get them out of here now!" His voice told that this was a life and dead situation. Tin wondered if his condition was that severe, but then he remembered that there were also Coyote and other Stormtrooper that fell down with him.
"I will cover you!" Luke shouted, standing in front of Tin as he deflected shot after shot; his injured arm forgotten or ignored. Tin tried to tell the boy that Luke must not do this, but then the pain blinded him when he was moved to a carried position on one of the Stormtroopers' shoulders. It took Tin several seconds to recover. In the corner of his eyes, he saw other two Stormtroopers carried Captain Coyote and the other Stormtrooper in the same manner. He also saw White among the Stormtroopers that covered their escape. The sharpshooter stood beside Luke, ready to sacrifice himself if necessary.
His vision started to fade as Luke and others retreated after them.
"There're all over the place!" One of the Stormtrooper shouted after they entered a hallway and had to duck to immediately get to covers. Tin was placed down behind a large statute, right beside Luke.
"Master Luke…" he tried to speak, but Luke cut him off.
"Keep that for later," Luke said, "I'm not going to leave you here and I'm capable of taking care of myself. I promise I will listen to your lecture after this." And then the boy sprang out of the cover, directing the enemies' attention at him. That distraction worked immediately as White and his men able to take care of half of their foes when Luke distracted them. And then the boy leaped forward to another cover, nearer to their enemies.
Tin's vision started to swim as he watch Luke and his guards fought their way closer and closer to where the enemies were taking cover. Besides him the medic was trying to stabilize Coyote; Tin heard that they're going to lose the Stormtrooper Captain soon if they're still stuck here.
Tin tried to ask the medic how badly Coyote was injured, but then there was an explosion that sent him flying out of the cover, right to the middle of the hall. Pain erupted and all Tin could do was gaping, trying to hold on to his conscious and now he heard nothing and saw only whiteness before blackness took over.
Tin swam in and out of conscious. He heard shouts, Luke's voice and White's voice, then he heard a sound of lightsaber crashing against something – or someone. He heard cries, and then nothing.
Tin woke up to find himself in an infirmary. This time he was strapped to even more IVs and was in a bacta tank. There was a medical droid in the corner of the room, monitoring his recovering. Tin blinked and then he heard a beep. Slowly, he was lifted up from the tank.
It took an hour for the medical droid to check him up before letting Tin dressed in a patient clothes and sent him straight to recover by sleeping. It turned out that the explosions had burnt his back and shoulders, fractured his arms and gave him numerous bruises. The droid said that Tin was lucky that he didn't have internal bleeding.
Tin asked about other Stormtroopers. He was relieved that Coyote was still alive, even that the Stormtrooper captain would have to retire after this. The damages done to his body was beyond repair, and White was unofficially confirmed to lead the team after Coyote's departure. However, the droid couldn't answer him about how Luke was doing. It appeared that the information was 'classified'.
Tin slept for two galactic days. And on the third day that he woke up, White was in his room. The Stormtrooper had his helmet off and was staring out of the window. Tin turned his head and realized that they're back on Darim.
"White," he called, and White immediately turned toward him.
"Tin," the Stormtrooper got up from the chair and walked to Tin's side. "How are you feeling?" he asked, ready to reach for a bottle on a nightstand.
"I'm good," Tin replied. "How is Master Luke?"
"He's fine," White replied, even that his expression betrayed his words. Tin frowned. White was hard to read, but after working with him for ten years, Tin started to pick up a thing or two.
"Don't lie to me," he said, pulling himself into a sitting position. "What happened? Was he injured?"
"Not by those traitors on Siiloo I," White replied, the Stormtrooper looked troubled. "He got just scratches from that fight. We wiped those traitors who tried to take over Siiloo I quickly, but Lord Vader was…very angry with Master Luke."
"Why?" Tin asked, his stomach dropped. "What happened? Tell me everything, please."
"The blue lightsaber," White said. "It's…it's belonged to a Jedi. It belonged to one of those traitors of the Republic before it became a galactic empire. We thought that they're all wiped out, but it turned out that some were still alive. And one of them…one of them had come in contact with Master Luke and gave him that lightsaber."
"Did… Lord Vader…hurt Master Luke?" Tin asked, his voice hollow.
"Yes" White nodded. "After the fight on Siiloo I was over, Lord Vader and Master Luke came back to the Star Destroyer. Then, Lord Vader took Master Luke to one empty room, telling me and some of Luke's guards who could still stand to watch the entrance."
Tin hoped that it wasn't what he thought, but it seemed like his wish wouldn't be granted as White continued. "I'm not sure what happened, but Master Luke came out with fractured bones. He was sent to the infirmary after that. Lord Vader walked out…and he…he turned to tell us to look out for 'Ben Kenobi'." White gulped, now the Stormtrooper looked scared. And this was the first time White saw such expression on White's face. "It turned out that Master Luke had been in contact with this man for years. They first met when Master Luke was fourteen, and that's two years ago."
"There is no way someone could just…walk pass us and give him that blue blade. Unless…" then something clicked in his head, and Tin continued. "…when Master Luke stormed out of the house, the first time he went for a walk to calm his head," He turned to look at White, asking for a confirmation.
White nodded, confirming Tin's theory. "Master Luke admitted that he had been in contact with this man for a while now, and he knew that this man is a Jedi. Also, Master Luke let this criminal taught him about the way of the Jedi, and he was the one who gave Master Luke that blue lightsaber."
No doubt why Lord Vader was angry. Tin gulped. Shock was followed by confusion, anger, and disappointment. A Jedi! Did Master Luke have lost his mind?!
"Where is Master Luke now? Is he in an infirmary?" Tin asked, voice almost louder than a whisper. In his mind, Tin was trying to come to term with the fact that the boy he loved and cared had decided to betray the empire. Or maybe Luke was tricked? One voice in his head said. He's so young, still an easy prey for those cunning scums. Kriff, I should have taken better care of him. It's my fault too that he met that sly. If I hadn't let him go alone…
"He's still in a bacta tank," White replied, his voice pulled Tin back to the present. "Only Lord Vader, some medical droid, and us, who knew about what truly happened to Master Luke. The rest thought that those…injuries were from the battle on Siiloo I."
"Oh," Tin nodded. But he didn't feel better from that knowledge. Learning the Jedi way equalled betraying the Galactic Empire. He was sure that his boss wouldn't let it ended with just fractured bones. "What…" he hated to use this words, but he didn't know which to use now. "…right now what's our order?"
"Nothing," White replied. "Only that we resumed our routine as soon as we have recovered. Lord Vader is still busy with wiping out all of the traitors on Siiloo I. He will give the order after he comes back."
Tin nodded. He knew what the hidden word in the last sentence was. 'Punishment'. There would always be consequences, and Tin would have been dreaming if Lord Vader would let this huge mistake slid.
Silence grew between them. White went back to his seat and just sat there. The air felt heavy and crushing. Tin knew that both of them dreaded what to come after Lord Vader got back from Siiloo I. However, Tin was even more dreadful of what might happened to Luke. Knowing his boss, just several broken bones wouldn't be enough.
Tin stayed in the infirmary for several days. On his last day there, Luke woke up. Despite following doctor's order, the boy dragged himself up from his bed and found his way to Tin. Or, to be exact, Tin woke up to find Luke napping in a chair next to his bed.
"Master Luke?!" Tin almost shouted in surprised as he sprang up to a sitting position. He looked the boy up and down. Overall, Luke seemed to be okay, except for bandages covered the boy's every limbs.
"Tin?" Luke sleepily murmured before the boy's eyes shot opened. He immediately turned toward Tin. "Tin! You're awake!"
"Master Luke, how long have you been here?" Tin asked. "When did you get out of the bacta tank? I thought it would be the day after tomorrow."
"I woke up early." Luke shrugged. "The doctors decided that, since I'm conscious, it's better for me to recover outside the tank."
"That's good," Tin smiled, but then he remembered what Lord Vader had done to look and the smile faltered. Tin had no idea what Luke was going to do after this. He was sure that Luke knew his punishment wouldn't stop with just broken bones, and he was worried of what Luke was going to do next. The boy was in a rebellious age, and Tin had a feeling that Luke would surely rebelled against his father. The boy had kept his meetings with Ben Kenobi a secret for two years, who knew what more secrets Luke might be keeping.
"Master Luke…" Tin started, deciding to try coaxing what Luke kept with him out, but Luke cut him off.
"Tin, I know what you're trying to do, but it's not going to work," Luke said. His voice was normal but Tin sensed that something was off. He looked into Luke's eyes and saw hesitation, sadness, and sorrow.
"Master Luke…please…" Tin said, trying to be calm. He didn't want to shout at Luke of how disappointed he was about Luke's choice. Tin had never thought before that he was capable of being angry with Luke, but now he's both angry and disappointed.
"No, you don't understand." Luke shook his head. "My father was lying. The Force told me of the sickness and the suffering the galaxy has to endure. The Galactic Empire brought fear and terror, not peace, not happiness." Luke sighed, he looked like he was about to cried. It has been years since Tin had seen this expression from Luke. "I'm sorry Tin, but even you or my father would never be able to change my thought about this."
"Master Luke, he might trick you. That man might trick you into turning against your father. He's a criminal, he couldn't be trusted." Tin suddenly felt so tired that he wasn't sure what to do next. He wanted to shout at Luke, telling him of how disappointed he was at Luke's choice. But Tin saw something in Luke's eyes and understood that the boy needed him to listen.
"Tin, please…" Luke shook his head. "I can't…not after I've seen what my father had done. This is cruelty, not peace. And you know, I think you know even more than me of how the Empire treats most of its members."
"Master Luke, you might have misunderstood…" Tin tried to convince the boy. He knew very well of what the Empire was capable of, but he still didn't want Luke to turn against his own father. "The Empire does what must be done. Nothing more than that."
"That's because you're a soldier!" Luke groaned, covering his eyes with his hands, massaging his temples. "You're… I'm sorry to say this… but you're taught to follow orders. You don't question it, so you didn't see what the Empire truly did to most of those under its command. My father…he's the worst of all! He…"
"Master Luke!" Tin almost shouted as he grabbed Luke's hands. "Do not talk about your father like that." Tin said. "Your father isn't…"
"Don't lie to me!" Luke pushed Tin away. The expression on the boy's face told Tin that Luke wasn't buying any of this at all. "I know what he's capable of. I know what he has done! My father…Darth Vader or whatever, he's not a good man."
"Young master," Tin, who was still shock from Luke's rejection, still trying to reach for the boy even when pain exploded in his chest. He wasn't sure what this pain was, only knew that it's not a physical pain. "Please, you cannot let one action judging Lord Vader of who he is…"
"Why you still defend him, acting like he does no wrong?!" Luke cut him off, the boy was almost fuming right now. His voice was hard and full with anger. "He hurt you! I know you try to pretend that nothing happened but I know what happened! Every time he calls you to have a 'private talk', he hurts you. You're in pain, Tin, you're in pain even that you don't notice it. I don't understand why…why you protect him when he treats you likes that?!"
"I…"
"Don't…" Luke held his hand up. "Don't lie to me. It's an order isn't it? Is that why you still defend him until now? Even that he…he rapes you…" Luke looked like he wanted to murderer someone. "Why Tin? Just…why?"
Tin opened his mouth but nothing came out. He had no idea how Luke figured this out, how Luke knew about this. "When...How?" Tin asked, voice shaking. He didn't know what to do.
Luke looked at him, and now Tin understood what was in the boy's eyes. Luke loved him, and it hurt the boy to learn that his father had been raping his closet friend for years.
"I know that he hurt you since I learn about the Force, since I can use it." Luke replied. "It…I feel your pain Tin, not all of them but I still notice when you're hurt, especially by my father. Ben explained to me that it's very natural for Force-user to be more aware of their close friends and families more than other people." The boy moved closer now, and putting one hand on the bed. "I didn't know until last year, when he…called you to the library, that it's a rape. That day father dumped me somewhere far away from the house and ordered me to walk back on my own." Luke was hesitated to continued, but he did anyway. "On my way back…suddenly your pain exploded like fireworks, and I…I kind of heard your voice…your inner one…then I know what really happened."
Tin had no idea of what to say. Now he knew why Luke was so angry. Half of him was touched that the boy cared deeply about him, but the other half was terrified of what might happen to Luke. Tin had absolutely no idea of how Lord Vader would react to Luke's discovery.
"You still haven't answered me," Luke said after Tin didn't respond to him for a while. Concern was in Luke's eyes, mixed with trepidation and anger. "Why? Why Tin? Why you let him treat you like that?"
"I don't think I've an answer for that," Tin replied, his voice sounded so strange to his own ears. But what he said was half true. "I'm sorry," he added, and knew from Luke's face that his answer didn't satisfy the boy, not one bit.
"When I was a kid, you used to say that you didn't have the answer to any of my question," Luke said, his voice was now cold and sad. Tin felt like he was stabbed by an icy knife, just from Luke's voice turning this cold. Luke had never used this voice with him before. He felt like crying as Luke continued. "Now you still say that. Do you really want me to ask my father of why he treats you like this?! Really, Tin? Why?!"
"Luke…"
"No! Don't try to convince me or calm me down. Tell. Me. The. Truth." Luke almost growled at him and that's the last straw. Tin couldn't take it anymore, being torn between wanting to be honest with Luke and doing what he should be doing. He didn't want Luke to have a conflict with his father, but at the same time he was too tired for this, too tired of hiding.
"Because I don't have a choice." Tin said, his voice broke and shook as he carried on with tears slowly falling from the corners of his eyes. "I'm a clone, I was bred to follow orders. That's my purpose of existence, at least by the description about me." It sounded cruel, but Tin had years to come to term with this truth. He's just a pawn, and easy to be removed when the time came.
Luke was silent after Tin's short outburst. The boy sat still as Tin tried his best to wipe the tear away from his chest. I should be more controlled of myself; one voice in his head grumbled. That's not what Luke supposed to know, at least not from me. I don't have a right to choose my own fate since I was born, no need to worry Luke about that…
"I'm sorry," Luke's voice pulled him out of his train of thoughts as the boy moved closer. Tin looked up and then Luke's arms were pulling him close, hugging him. "I'm so sorry Tin."
Tin wasn't sure what that apologize was for, but he hugged the boy back as Luke nuzzled his face against his shoulder like what he used to do when he's a kid. "Apology accepted." He said, holding Luke close. Tin hoped that Luke was going to be okay. He had a feeling that reporting this incident to Lord Vader was going to be complicated – if Lord Vader still let him live after what had happened…of course, but he would worry about that later.
No one said anything for a while before Luke slowly pulled away. But Luke seemed to be hesitate to letting go. He looked at Tin and the clone still saw sadness in that beautiful pair of blue eyes. Luke looked like someone who just made a decision, a very hard one.
"You should get some rest," Tin said, even that he wanted the boy to stay and told him what was going on in his head. Right now Tin felt lost. He used to think that he was able to keep secrets from Luke, but with the boy knowing everything that happened he had no idea how to act around Luke. He felt so empty, and there was also a mixed of feelings that Tin couldn't identify yet.
"Yeah," Luke nodded, finally letting go. "Goodnight Tin." And then the boy was up on his feet and walked out of the room, leaving Tin alone with his thoughts.
With nothing better to do, Tin exploded his feelings. Sadness was the one that was easy to identify, followed by fear – fear of what's going to happen to Luke. Tin wasn't surprised that he was no longer suffered by trepidation when it came to punishment from Lord Vader; he knew there was always punishment, so he better not worried himself about it until the time came.
After the fear was a feeling that Tin spent some times to identify. It's shame. It's a rare feeling that Tin wouldn't normally felt. Well, with his daily life it's hard to be ashamed, unless it's after Lord Vader had used him. Tin still felt the shame every time he met others right after the punishment ended, especially if he had to meet Luke right after it – which rarely happened.
The next feeling was anger, which faded away quickly after Tin reminded himself of Luke's discovery, replaced by shame and sadness.
/
Tin spent hours just sitting on the bed, wondering about what would happen next. He knew he should get some sleep, but every time he closed his eyes his worse fear resurfaced from the deep of his mind. The fear that Lord Vader would kill Luke, or tortured him until the boy lose his spirit. Tin would willingly give his life if by doing that could prevent his fear from happening.
The doctor released him in the morning. White was there to welcome him back to the daily life. He asked if Tin wanted to see Coyote before the former Stormtrooper captain departure from Darim. Tin said yes and they both made their way to the hanger in silence.
The rest of Luke's bodyguards were also there. They said goodbye to Coyote, who was going back to his hometown. It turned out that Coyote had a brother who now had a family, and he's going back to live with them.
"Take care of yourself, you all," Coyote said, looking at each of them in the eyes from the wheelchair. This was one of the rarest moment where all of the Stormtroopers in the team had their helmets off. Coyote wasn't a man of many words when it came to feelings. Tin thought that the former Stormtrooper captain as trying his best to hold back the tears.
This is it, Tin thought, sadness was shown in his eyes and everyone who in their little circle with Coyote in the middle of it. This is the last time we're going to see him.
They wished their former leader luck, a goodbye, and then watched his shuttle made it way out of the hanger.
As the group dissolved, White had come to walk side by side with Tin back into the hallway. The new Stormtrooper captain seemed to have something in mind.
"The first rule stated that Coyote had to be euthanized after retiring from his position," White whispered when they're alone in a hallway that leaded to the middle of the citadel. "He knew too much about Luke, it's understandable that he must be disposed of carefully after he was unable to perform his duty. One of the admirals who know about Luke stated this yesterday."
Tin's stomach dropped. He knew about this, because he's going to have a same fate as Coyote after his retirement. However, White kept going.
"Lord Vader just cut him off, saying that they didn't have to worry and that he would take care of Coyote himself." White said, now they're approaching the med bay. "I thought that he would kill Coyote himself, but when we left the command centre, he ordered me to prepare a shuttle for Coyote. Lord Vader would let him retire normally like other Stormtroopers."
"Do you know why he did that?" Tin asked, heart hammering in his chest. Lord Vader and kindness weren't to be mixed together in any circumstance, but there was a rare moment when their boss showed that he was capable of showing mercy.
"I'm not that stupid to ask him about it," was the reply, and Tin almost smiled because he knew too well about pushing his luck by questions that mustn't be asked.
/
Tin spent the day cleaning his room before he went to visit Luke. The boy was recovering in an amazing pace and Tin was very glad. He still avoided looking Luke in the eyes though, still ashamed of what Luke had found out.
After visiting Luke, Tin spent his time in the command centre, running errands for some admirals or higher ranked Stormtrooper while wait for an update of the battle of Siiloo I.
At the end of the day, the update came. The blitz had been a success, the Imperial had taken back most of Siiloo I now. There were only three districts they had to win before Siiloo I was fully back under the Imperial's control. Darth Vader would be leading the attack until they had succeeded taken Siiloo I back from the traitorous nobilities.
"Lord Vader had scheduled to visit Darim after Siiloo I is back under the Empire."
"Strange, normally he seems to prefer staying on the Star Destroyer."
"Well, his son is still recovering from the attack on Siiloo I's grand palace. I beg that he wants to check on his son before going back to whatever assignment the Emperor has for him."
As Tin was about to leave the command centre for dinner, he overheard two officers talking about Lord Vader scheduled to be back here. Half of him was relieved to hear that, the other half was afraid. He wanted whatever punishment his boss had for him to be over with as soon as possible, but the other half was afraid of what Lord Vader had planned for Luke.
/
"Are you okay?"
"Hm?"
"You're reoccupied." White pointed out, frowning. Tin shook his head, putting the card down. White was even more observant than Coyote, especially when they're playing cards.
"Tin," White sighed. "It's not like I don't know what happened between you and Lord Vader, really, it's not hard to guess."
Tin almost dropped the card in his hand as he snapped his head up. They're in White's quarter, the Stormtrooper invited him here after dinner to play cards. At first Tin had a feeling that White called him here for an entirely different reason, then he started to believe that White just wanted someone to play card with, and now his earlier suspicious was confirmed. White wanted to talk to him.
"I've no idea of what you're talking about," Tin said as he put on his best mask, but White just stared at him before the sharpshooter sighed and put his cards down.
"Tin, Coyote and I know of what happened when you're called to his room." White said. "Years ago, it's not a coincidence that we're always on our shift when you're called to his room. Every time Lord Vader called you to his quarter, Coyote and I were always on guarding duty. Only we saw you limping from his room and back to your own quarter. Coyote wasn't even surprised when Lord Vader picked him to be the head of Luke's bodyguards."
"Wait," Tin gulped. "You know…you know about this…since…?"
"Almost the first time he…called you for that kind of service," White replied. His voice neutral and his expression was sincere. "Coyote told me that the best thing we could do for you is to pretend that we see nothing. I think that's one of the reason Lord Vader let him live. He knew what he must not talk about while pretending like he knew nothing at all. And it's a silence order that every time he visited Master Luke on Carida or when Lord Vader was back on Darim, Coyote and I would always be on guarding duty during the night."
Now Tin dropped his cards. He no longer wanted to continue the game. "So…you had been keeping this a secret…for years?"
"Yes," White nodded. "Coyote wouldn't approve of me revealing this to you, but I think that you deserve to know."
"Why?" Tin shook his head, his voice hoarse and he felt like crying for unknown reasons. "You and Coyote had never thought about telling me before, why tell me now?"
The sharpshooter looked troubled, but he's not going to lie. White was a kind of person who always told the truth or not telling anything at all. Tin braced himself for it, already imaging the worst scenario of White telling him that he's tired of keeping this secrets and wanted Tin to be more careful the next time Lord Vader called him.
"Because right now you look so lost," White replied bluntly. "I don't know what's going on, Tin, to be honest. But I want you to know that I got your back. I don't care what happened between you and the boss."
So this is how he told me that he's trustable, Tin thought, still staring at White. "Do I look…that lost…?" he asked out loud before he could stop himself. Tin just wanted to know.
"Yes," White nodded. "After you woke up, you looked like you've lost something. And after Master Luke visited you…you seemed to be preoccupied all the time."
"Oh," Tin sighed. That's not far from the truth, he thought. Now he didn't know what to say. Tin was thankful that White and Coyote had kept what's going on between him and their boss a secret for a long time, but in the other hand it made him feel even more vulnerable knowing that more people had already known what happened behind closed doors.
"You don't have to say anything." White offered, already picking up his cards. "We can pretend that this conversation never happens, if that's what you want."
Tin spent several minutes to consider White's offer, and in the end he nodded. "Yeah, I will prefer it that way." He answered, picking up his cards.
They continued like nothing had happened. Tin was still preoccupied from time to time, and he was grateful that White didn't point that out.
Tin was called to Lord Vader's quarter after the Lord of the Sith got back to Darim. It's midnight and almost everybody was sleeping. The hallway was empty and it made Tin's footsteps echoed as he walked. He met no one on his way to his boss' quarter.
Lord Vader wasn't in his quarter when Tin arrived. So he waited, standing still in the corner and waited. He wouldn't touch anything, he's not that stupid.
Several minutes later, his boss arrived. At first it looked like Lord Vader hadn't noticed him at all, but then he was threw against the wall. Tin gasped as the air was knocked out of his lung, and then he was Force-choked.
"I believe that you have realized what your mistake is, sergeant."
Lord Vader's voice seemed to be from somewhere far away as Tin's vision danced. So he called me here to kill me personally? Tin couldn't help but wonder if this was the end of him. But then the force lessened and Tin was dropped down before being pulled upright by the Force. He gulped as he was held immobile by an invisible hands. Lord Vader was in front of him, a hand covered in a glove held out and touched his ribcage. Tin wondered what would happen next, but then his boss applied the pressure down until Tin howled in pain. He was being crushed from pure strength, and it didn't take long until he heard a crack and for pain to shot up to every part of him from his broken ribs.
His legs was spread, pants down, and a hand now moving to its next target. Tin was spun around to be taken from behind. However, this time it was different from the other time he was taken, this time something touched his mind. It's like someone constantly pushing against his skull. Tin was too high on the pain to notice it at first, until Lord Vader applied the pressure that Tin realized his boss was going to break into his most personal space – his mind.
Tin acted it on instinct, trying to push that tapping away. It did only anger the man behind him and turned the push into a slam. Tin lose the fight and his boss poured himself in. It's hurt more than anything Tin had experienced and he couldn't hold back his scream. He screamed and screamed as his boss exploded every part of him, looking at his memories, or searching for something Tin had no idea what it was. And he's moving within Tin all the time, making Tin unable to piece himself together when he was invaded mentally and physically.
To Tin's horror, his boss had also poured something into his mind, manipulating what he felt, just some of it. The pain was still there, but then there was a pleasure slowly growing. Tin whined when his boss slapped his cheeks, before moving to grab his half-hard member. Tin wasn't sure if he was hard because his prostate was being stimulated or because what Lord Vader had done to his mind. He gasped and moaned out loud as his boss jerked him and brought him into his fullness. Tin would have been shocked about this action if he wasn't torn between the pain and the pleasure already.
However, letting him orgasm wasn't in the plan. Tin felt like he was so close, but he couldn't reach his peak no matter how hard his prostate had been pounding. He felt like the last switch that would release him into the world of brightness and then unconsciousness wouldn't bulge because Lord Vader was there, in his mind, keeping the switch from turning. The pain was also too great for him to focus on anything else except the pleasure and tension that kept building and building without a way to be released – not even after his boss had released his load inside Tin.
Lord Vader kept moving even after he had reached his peak. Tin whimpered as his body screamed in pain, but that didn't change anything.
His boss continued for what felt like hours, fucking and filling Tin with the clone writhing from pain and pleasure. Tin's body was too sensitive right now. The pressure was still building but the pain made Tin felt like he was dying. This was too much.
"My lord," he gasped out after Lord Vader had come for what felt like the sixth time already. "Please, please…I cannot…" He knew he could be dead from trying to ask for mercy, but maybe dead was better than this. But then that switch was unlocked and now Tin was coming. His orgasm exploded and it blinded him of everything, he didn't even notice himself cramping down on his boss and was filled again for the seventh time, he didn't notice Lord Vader stripping his mind to the core, blowing all concerns, anxiety, anger, agitation, and sadness away, leaving him only the pain and pleasure, until everything turned to numbness as Tin's body gave up and let himself drifted off to somewhere far away.
"Your loyalty is impressive, and you have served me well for all these years…" as Tin's vision darkened, he thought he heard Lord Vader voice speaking so close to his ears. "…you will live, I still have use for you…"
And Tin passed out.