The first thing Tin noticed as he slowly woke up was that he felt numb. Sedative? That was his first thought. Tin slowly opened his eyes, taking almost the minute to adjust, before he turned and saw that his left arm had an IV on again. Just like when he woke up in the infirmary those years ago on Darim, with an IV strapped to his arm and his boss in the same room with him.

Lord Vader? Tin blinked and tried to look around. There was a vibration surrounding him, which was odd if he was on Darim. It didn't take long for Tin to realize that he was on an Imperial shuttle. Probably on a medical bed places in the middle of it. Then, he turned to his right and saw Lord Vader staring at him.

No, not stare. His head just turned this way. Also, he's wearing a mask, how could you know he's staring?

Tin opened his mouth and immediately shut it. I've made mistakes by asking when I was semi-conscious before. I doubt this time he will allow me extra-sedative. He thought, trying his best to slowly look away from his boss who was sitting on the right side of the ship. The rest of Stormtroopers were sitting on the left or standing guard in the ship.

"Sergeant," then, Lord Vader spoke. "I will allow you one question." The Dark Lord of the Sith didn't seem to be angry, or maybe he was angry but Tin was too under-sensitive to notice, especially when he had sedative pumped into his vain.

One question? Okay.

"Please don't punish Master Luke"

Yup, well done Tin, well done. That's not even a question. Tin gulped and braced himself if that made Lord Vader got mad.

"I do not think that is your concern." Lord Vader said, before he turned to look outside the widow at the end of the room. Tin craned his neck, gasping from his effort and finally able to see that Luke was in the garden training with several droids.

Half of Tin was relieved that Luke was alright, but the other half was afraid of what might happen. He knew that Lord Vader wasn't going to kill his son, but he's afraid of what the other was capable of when came to punishing. As if sensing his concern, his boss moved closer and Tin cowered.

"Rest and recover," Lord Vader said. His voice offered nothing for Tin to read; just like usual. "This is an order."

"Yes sir," Tin nodded slowly, trying to avoid the dull aches around his body. His boss then turned and exited the room without any further instruction.

Tin lied down, eyes looking at the ceilings before turning his head to the window where he just watched Luke trained. The boy was now deactivating the droids. It seemed like the training was done.

Did Lord Vader just… let me go? Tin blinked as he thought about what happened earlier. To be honest, Tin was expected to be punish for saying something so stupid. He didn't want to think that Lord Vader was being kind, that's too scary to be true. It's just abnormal for his boss to show such mercy after Tin had made such mistake.

And yet, here I am, limbs still intact and currently being told to sleep and recover. The clone frowned as he tried to think, but then another voice, sounding more reasonable than the rest, spoke up. You've just survive another stupid mistake, you better not push you luck. Do as he said and stopped trying to find answer; you're not going to get one.

Tin sighed and decided that maybe he should stop trying to figure this whole thing out. So, in the end he tried to sleep as he was ordered.

As Tin was about to drift off to a dreamless sleep, he felt a hand on his arm. Tin immediately opened his eyes.

"Master Luke?"

"Hi," Luke offered him a grin, but it didn't reach his eyes; Tin could see that. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," Tin nodded, wondering if Luke had known of what happened. Well, he guessed it's very obvious to Luke of what happened, and he's wondering if Luke was trying to conceal back what he truly felt. "How are you?" he asked back, pulling himself into a sitting position.

"I'm recovering," Luke nodded, biting his lower lip. "Um…it's better for you to get some sleep. I um…I will disturb you no more…"

"Young master, it's okay," Tin chuckled, it seemed like Luke was still the boy he knew. "But I'm more worried about you. Lord Vader didn't punish you…right?" he asked and watched Luke's expression change. It's clear that Luke was still angry with his father, but that anger was well kept and better controlled now.

"He did punish me, but it's over," Luke shrugged. "I will be going to some space station with him tomorrow. Um…and...well… since you're still recovering, I'm sad you cannot go with me." Luke sounded really sad now, sadder than any time Tin had ever heard since the boy reached puberty.

"Luke, what's wrong?" Tin asked, determine to know what happened. Nevertheless, Luke suddenly pulled him into a hug and Tin immediately hugged the boy back on autopilot.

"I think I'm going to miss you a lot," Luke whispered, he sounded like he was about to cry. "Sorry I just… I just want to stay like this… for a while…" Luke gulped. "Are you okay with that?" the boy asked, loosening his arms a bit in case Tin wanted to pull away.

"Of course it's okay," Tin replied, pulling the boy close. He decided that this must be whatever damn punishment Lord Vader had put Loue through. And if Luke wanted his support right now, there was no way in hell Tin wasn't going to give it to the boy.

They stayed like that for a long time until Luke finally pulled away. He helped Tin lied down without a word and Tin smiled at him. Luke had grown so much, he thought, a strange proud blooming in his chest. "I'm proud in you," he didn't know why he said that, but the smile Luke gave him after that didn't reach his eyes. No, Luke looked sad, but the boy wouldn't let him know of why and Tin still couldn't figure it out yet.

"I…um…I better get some rest. See you Tin," Luke said, his voice shaking. Tin frowned. However, this was late and he didn't want to deprive Luke of anymore resting time.

"Okay, goodnight master Luke." So he said just that and decided to let this go. Luke forced another smile out and nodded. His blue eyes wasn't as bright as Tin used to see. Luke is sad, I'm sure of this.

"Goodnight Tin" the boy said before he turned and walked toward the door. It slid open in and close with a soft humming sound.

Tin laid down and close his eyes, decided to think about Luke action's in the morning.

A week later until Tin knew why Luke was so sad that night.

He was running some errands in the citadel when there was an urgent news arriving at the command centre. Tin was there when the officer on the other end reported the emergency. The situation that brought the room into stillness before chaos broke out when everyone was talking to each other in shock and disbelief. And some just stood there, including Tin, still unable to process what they just heard.

Luke helped a Rebel prisoner, Leia Organa, escaped from Death Star, along with two smugglers suspected of being one of many Rebel's spies. A Jedi named Obi-Wan Kenobi was found and defeated by Lord Vader on the Death Star. Nevertheless, the betrayal of Luke was more serious than an old Jedi on a Death Star.

Tin felt like his world just crumbled down. He didn't know why, but tears were streaming down his face after he overheard of what happened. But before anyone could see, Tin sneaked out of the room and made a beeline for his quarter.

It's just three days after the Battle of Scarif, they just lost one important base and now, now this happened. Tin didn't know what to think, he didn't even hear the trooper talking that Lord Vader was coming back to Darim and would arrive here soon.

It took Tin a while to calm down and get out of his quarter. Well, not truly calmed down, but he was forced to go back to the command centre because some of the troopers noticed his absence.

Tin did his best to keep everything together until the end of his shift even when he didn't know what he was doing at all; he just did everything on autopilot while his mind was a mess. And if anyone noticed how preoccupied Tin was or how long it took him to response, they didn't say anything.

After his shift ended, Tin wandered out of the command centre. He didn't know where to go. He wasn't hungry nor was he feeling like going back to his quarter. So he wandered off to the part of the citadel which anyone rarely used these days.

Tin stopped when he was in the middle of the narrow hallway. Tin covered his face and tried to steady his breath, yet all his effort went in vain. He couldn't. The tears kept falling out of his eyes as he tried his best to stay quiet. He couldn't do it though, it hurt too much.

Luke, Master Luke, why?

Then he thought about the last time he met Luke. The boy looked as if he was about to cry. His voice was sad and the smile had never reached his eyes.

"I think I'm going to miss you a lot," Luke whispered, he sounded like he was about to cry. "Sorry I just… I just want to stay like this… for a while…"

Oh my Goodness, Luke was saying goodbye.

Now Tin understood why Luke was on the blink of crying. The boy was saying goodbye to him. Luke had decided even before he travelled to the Death Star that he's going to betray them.

Nevertheless, knowing that this decision also brought pain to Luke didn't ease Tin's pain. No. He felt even worse.

What did I do wrong? He asked himself as his knees gave out and he fell to the floor, eyes red and hands clasped too tightly on his thigh. What did I do wrong? Surely there must be something I did wrong or he would never betray us. He would never, never betray his father. There must be something. Something…

Guilt overwhelmed him as Tin tried to think about everything he ever spoke or taught Luke. Maybe I slip. Maybe I tell him something I shouldn't…maybe I make him misunderstood… What did I miss?

The memory of former event occurred, when Luke came to him with anger cleared in his voice. Tin sobbed as he thought about that night in the infirmary. The night he told Luke what he really felt, that he had no other choice but to obey orders, that he was meant to be used and casted aside. After that Luke apologized to him and everything seemed to be okay. However, Tin remembered what Coyote had stated that Luke cared about him, even more than his own father sometimes.

It's my fault, Tin hugged himself, tears streaming down his cheeks as he rested his head against the cool wall. I slipped, I should have more control over myself. I shouldn't tell Luke about my purpose of existence. I shouldn't…oh no…I turned him against his father. What had I done?! No, no, no, what had I done?

Then, the door to the hall slid opened. Tin nearly jumped as he sprang up to a standing position, trying to wipe his tears away. He didn't want anyone to see that he's crying, especially his fellow troopers. However, Tin froze in place when he could figure out from the blurred vision that the person in front of him was not a trooper.

It's Lord Vader.

"Lord Vader," Tin gasped when he saw who was in front of him. "My Lord…" His voice broke as guilt overwhelmed him, bringing along shame and the feeling of worthlessness. More tears streamed down his cheeks but Tin was no longer trying to wipe them off.

He must be pissed about what happened, and he surely had figured out who was responsible for Master Luke's action, one voice in his mind spoke. And now he's going to kill you.

Another voice continued, but I don't care if he wants to kill me. It's my fault, and I will take the consequences no matter what.

Deep down, Tin knew that he still wanted to live; but the pain was too much. The pain of Luke betraying them, betraying his father, of Luke choosing to leave the Empire and side with those traitors. And it's his fault; it's because of him. Maybe not entirely, but Tin was sure he's still one of the reasons.

"Lord Vader," Tin's voice was hoarse as he spoke. "It's my fault… it's my fault." His voice broke as he spoke. Tin no longer feared punishment. No, he didn't even fear death. It hurt too much now; to know that Luke had betrayed his boss and that he's the one fuelling such action. Tin didn't bother to say that he's sorry because he didn't think that he deserved forgiveness, especially not from Lord Vader.

The tall figure in front of him didn't say anything and Tin waited for the blow to come. He knew that Lord Vader wouldn't forgive him for such crime, and that the Lord of the Sith wouldn't hesitate to kill him. Or maybe it would be the Force, snapping his throat without having to move closer.

Nevertheless, the blow had never come. Lord Vader didn't say a word, but he moved closer until they're standing just a few inches from each other.

"My Lord…?" Tin gasped as one gloved hand touched his chin and titled his head up. The clone had no choice but to look at the mask that offered nothing for him to read.

Maybe he wants to kill me with his own hand, Tin thought, closing his eyes when the hand slid down to his throat. He didn't struggle when Lord Vader wrapped his fingers around his throat and pressed hard. Tin gasped on reflex, but forced his body to stay still. This is what I deserve, he thought as he suppressed the instinct to struggle. His mouth hanged open as the reflex ordered his body to try gasping for air. His lungs felt like they're burning.

However, before Tin loosed his consciousness completely, Lord Vader released him. He fell to the floor, gasping as his body trying to take as much air as possible back. He gasped and panted, choking on his own breath.

Then, he was hurled up on his boss shoulder. Tin gasped but didn't struggle as Lord Vader carried him down the hallway. His boss carried him for sometimes before Tin was dumping down in a room that looked familiar. It's his own quarter.

"Lord Vader…?" Tin turned back to his boss who was locking the door with the Force, wondering what his boss had in mind. And then, he was thrown against the wall by the Force, pants and underwear slid down his legs along with his boots.

Tin gasped as cool air touched his skin. He didn't even expect this, didn't think that his boss still wanted to use him after what happened, after what he had done. But then something touched his mind, a dark essence of his boss' thought; Tin didn't fight it and let it poured in. He panted as his mind was shattered to pieces, each pieces were surrounded by Lord Vader's mind. He gasped as he felt like he was being torn apart and then piecing back together before being torn apart again. Again and again.

Tin was vaguely aware of his boss moving within him when Lord Vader slid himself over his prostate. The clone sobbed as pleasured bloomed in his mind, chasing away the sadness and self-hatred. His hands tried hard to find something to grip on, only to crawl at the cold wall that he was pressed against.

Tin could no longer process of what this was about. At first he was sure that Lord Vader would want to kill him, but now they're, having sex in his quarter; his legs locked around Lord Vader's waist and the Sith's hands were on his hip. It's not even painful, no, his boss had separated his mind and tuned down the pain he would get when being penetrated. Now it's mostly pleasure that Tin felt, and he's gasping and sobbing because he didn't know what to feel about it. He had no idea if he should be grateful or ashamed.

Another slam against his prostate and Tin wailed, arching off the wall and stopping half way before he leant into his boss' shoulder. Then he was slammed against the wall, but his head took the least damage because there was the Force cradling it, keeping Tin's head from fully knocked against the metal. He's sure that, if he was allowed to live another day, that there's going to be bruises all over his back; but that's not his concern right now.

Lord Vader didn't say anything as he quickened his pace. Tin sobbed and screamed when he's brutally pounced at, his prostate being slammed again and again until he came undone, shooting his seed at his clothes upper half while his muscles cramping down on his boss. Lord Vader didn't even slow down, never slow down, he kept going at faster and harder pace – milking Tin until he had nothing to give.

Tin whimpered as his oversensitive passage was still being stimulated. His felt numb and his legs started to lose their grip around his boss' waist. However, before Tin's legs slipped fully off the Sith's waist, he was lifted away from the wall. Then, he was dumped down on his own bed.

A bed? Tin gasped. Never, they had never done this on a bed before except the time Tin was in the infirmary. But he had no time to question as his legs were pulled to rest on his boss' shoulders – something that had never happened before too. Tin grabbed the cover of his bed as his boss continued moving. The dull ach from being overstimulated somehow was more than welcoming. It made him forgot what happened, overwhelmed him with raw pain and pleasure.

Tin sobbed when he realized that he's hard again from pure stimulation to his prostate. He whined as it was dragged up and down his clothed stomach as his body moved along the brutal force of his boss. And if this hadn't shocked him enough, as Tin's legs fell off Lord Vader's shoulders, his hands were pulled and guided to grab on them instead. Tin gasped in surprise as he was pulled into a half sitting position with Lord Vader's hand supporting his back while the other directed how he wanted Tin's hip to move with him.

Tin hadn't counted how many time he had orgasmed without touching his own organ. Pleasure overwhelmed him as he was fucked until he barely remembered what happened before. All the time since his first orgasm, Lord Vader was still in his mind, filling him with pleasure and dulling his pain. Only when his boss was close to his release that Tin just realized what had truly happened. But before he had the time to process it, his boss was coming. And this time it's different than any other time. This was the first time his boss crushed him, bringing their body together. Tin hadn't known how he had grabbed so much hold of Lord Vader's shoulder as the taller male crushed him into the bed. His chest panel pushing against Tin's chest, Tin's legs trapped between his own arms and the Sith's arms; the strong arms that still holding him, cradling his torso.

However, what shock Tin most was the kiss. Lord Vader had never kissed him. Never since the first time he used Tin. But this time, this time he did. Tin had no idea when the mask was removed, only known that when he closed his eyes tightly as he moaned from his orgasm, a pair of callous lips met his. Even that the kiss wasn't anything near gentle and was more about control, it's still a kiss. A kiss that Tin gave up controlled and let himself being devoured.

Also, the orgasm wasn't just physically, but mentally as well. His boss' mind exploded with him, shocking Tin with pleasure that overloaded until Tin couldn't do anything but kept coming and coming until his body had nothing to give. He was aware of seed being shot into him but the mentally pleasure he was feeling was far greater to notice anything else.

Tin held tight on the person above him, sobbing though the kiss. He was half slipping away from pleasure overloaded, but still aware of the scarred lips kept kissing and kissing until he couldn't remember anything anymore.

As he was slipping away, Tin vaguely aware of his boss retreating from his mind, drowning out the sadness and self-hatred, leaving him empty with mild physical pleasure his body received.

Nevertheless, as Tin was about to slip fully into the blankness of sleep, he felt something from his boss. It's very dimmed - hidden under pleasure, anger, and the darkness; sadness.

Tin woke up in his own room. It took him several minutes to process what had happened. His body was aching all over, started from his lower half to his back.

But the most shocking thing; he's still alive.

The sex last night wasn't even a torture, not even close. On the contrary, Tin felt even better than before. I didn't…I didn't feel the pain during the sex. No, Lord Vader had blown everything away. He had no idea why his boss do that. And the kiss…

Tin touched his lips, gasping as he remembered the most shocking thing that happened last night. Lord Vader kissed me. He inhaled sharply, recalling his memories to guarantee himself that it's not a dream.

Why? Tin stared at the ceiling. Why? Why didn't he kill me? I… I didn't deserve to live… why?

But the more he thought about it, the more he was met with questions. The damages done to his body weren't fatal, and he would fully heal if given enough time. Tin winced as he sat up, taking in his surroundings. He was in his own quarter, nothing had changed since last night except that he was on the bed with blanket covering his body.

However, before Tin had a chance to get up and clean himself, the door to his room opened and White walked in, followed by a medical droid.

"Hi," White spoke casually, as if he didn't notice what had happened at all. "Um…this is your personal medical droid." And he continued, a bit awkwardly as he turned to introduce the new droid. "It's assigned to you this morning." The Stormtrooper Captain paused a bit before stepping back. "I'll wait outside. Don't worry, take your time." And then White was out of the door, leaving Tin with the droid.

Tin's cheeks reddened even that White already knew about what happened between him and his boss. But seeing him liked this…no don't think about it, Tin thought, shaking his head as the medical droid approached him. The droid started talking about the injuries Tin had and its protocal, Tin half listened to it as his mind wondering back to what had happened last night. Nevertheless, he had never found the answer he wanted.

It took Tin a while to be ready to walk out of his bedroom. White was waiting outside liked what he had said, reading from a datapad.

"How are you feeling?" White asked, keeping his eyes on the datapad.

"Like shit, and sleepy," Tin replied, sighing as his body protested when he moved. "When did you get back?" he decided to ask before anything got awkward.

"Yesterday, on the same ship with the boss," White replied, now pulling his eyes away from the datapad to look at Tin. "You know about what happened?"

"Yes," Tin nodded, gulping. Pain blooming in his chest, voices shouting at him that it's his fault.

"Good," White nodded, handing him the datapad. "This is your new position."

"Position?"

"Yes," White shrugged. "We're reassigned. Some in the squad that don't know much will be assigned back to their former platoon. But those who have been with…his son and us long enough would be coming with us."

Tin nodded, it's understandable. There's no longer a young master to protect. Their job was done.

"I think our boss is very merciful," White continued. "At first I thought that he's going to kill us all."

"He didn't kill anyone?" Now Tin's raised his eyebrows, half surprised. Well, I'm still alive so I shouldn't be surprised that White and his men live as well.

"He didn't." White shook his head before turning to look at the timer on his arm. "We left in one day. Pack up and rest."

And then the Stormtrooper was gone, leaving Tin with a datapad with the information of where they would be sent to.

Planet Mustafar.