Tin had never thought that he would enjoy a massacre, but he did. Just a little.
It started with ships started crashing into each other and exploded, killing the Rebels along with destroying the base. Tin didn't see his boss at first, but he knew that Darth Vader was in here somewhere.
"He's there!"
"Right there!"
"Open fire!"
Orders were shouted and fingers had pointed. Tin followed their directions and decided that his boss must be around the left side of the hangar.
"We've to get the asset out of here," one of the guards around him said. Her face turned pale as her eyes darted everywhere, looking for an exit. "We've to get out of here."
"There is no way out, the doors are jammed!" Another Rebel shouted back and Tin had a feeling that this was not a massive malfunction. No, this was his boss' doing. And, despite seeing his boss in action several times, Tin was still impressed.
Screams were heard and more crashing came. There were sound of gunfire and blasters but always companied by the sounds of dying souls. Some Rebels ran toward the left side of the room to hold Darth Vader back while the other tried to get the door opened. Tin was pushed and pulled toward the nearest exit where several Rebels were trying to cut through the metal. Tin watched they worked and wondered if they would make it in time.
Behind him, the slaughtering continued. He hadn't seen the bodies yet but the screams were enough for imagination. And, from the look of the Rebels around him, Tin knew that they had realized how low their chances of survival were.
"Almost there," one of the Rebel cutting the door said, grunting as he pushed the tool harder. However, before he could push the chainsaw with metal cutting laser down the door any further, he was held up in the air by an invisible hand. Then, the man was dropped right on top of the still activated chainsaw and it almost cut him in half.
One of the Rebels screamed while the other were terrified. Now they knew that Darth Vader definitely had them in the palm of his hand. It was only a matter of time before all of them were dead.
"Shit, shit, shit!" One of the Rebels repeatedly cursed like a mantra. "I didn't sign up for this. I didn't sign up for this!"
Another Rebel grabbed the chainsaw and pulled it from under the dead body. Some turned away and some covered their mouths as the scent of burnt flesh.
"We've to get out of here, we've to get out of here," the one with the chainsaw now repeated as he tried to continue the cut on the door. Sadly, he was also lifted and dropped back right on the chainsaw. His scream was terrifying and even Tin, who had seen enough violence during his years or working for the dark lord, had to look away.
The sound of screaming and dying was coming toward them. One of the guards then grabbed Tin's arm, pushing him to the door on their left not so far away. "We cannot give up yet!"
As they ran for the other door which was being worked on, a wreckage of a ship crashed right into it – killing the Rebels there with its momentum. Tin and the Rebels surrounding him stopped dead in their track. They all looked to the direction that wreckage came from and saw a circle of Rebels trying to shoot down someone.
"Don't freeze! Go!" the man who seemed to be the leader of this squad shouted and they went on. Tin could see fear and terror in the Rebel's eyes. However, Tin knew that all of them were going to die. His boss didn't close all the entrance of this hangar to trap them in. No. He closed all the doors so they couldn't escape the slaughter. He wanted everyone to know why he was feared and why they should fear him. And fear would be the only thing they felt before their death.
Tin had to give it up to the leader of this squad for hadn't given up yet. He still tried to find a way to get out of here, while some of his team had almost frozen in place.
In the end, they could not escape. The hangar almost collapsed form how damaged it was. No ship was left to be seen, only wreckages which some were still on fire. Dead bodies were everywhere.
"Don't c-come any c-closer!"
One of the Rebels were brave enough to point his gun at Lord Vader. The other followed and froze when their friend's neck was snapped.
Tin watched as Lord Vader walked forward. He looked like he just walked out of his ship except for his cape. The cape was the only thing indicated that his boss had been in a fight. And Tin watched as, one by one, the Rebels were cut down.
Before Tin knew it, he was alone in the hangar, surrounded by dead or dying men and women, standing in front of Lord Vader.
His boss deactivated his lightsaber, but Tin didn't let himself relaxed. He knew that there were more than ten ways that Lord Vader could kill him without using his favorite weapon.
"Sergeant," his boss spoke, "your interrogation team, are they among these bodies?"
Tin looked around, over the corpses surrounding them. He wasn't sure if he should walk around, but his boss had turned and started walking, so Tin did the same. He had no idea why his boss asked if the Rebels interrogation team who interrogated and tortured him were here, but the clone followed his boss around and kept looking nonetheless.
And, in the deepest part of his mind, Tin couldn't help but thought that somehow this was similar to a cat showing the owner their kills as a gift or whatever. Lord Vader as a cat? Tin, you're going to get yourself kill. He told himself, biting the inner of his cheeks as a punishment for letting his mind wandered off that far. However, it seemed like luck was on his side because his boss seemed to be preoccupied with other things to focus on reading his mind, or else Tin was sure that he would be dead.
After one round of walking silently around the almost collapsed hangar, Tin shook his head. "They are not here, my lord."
"Very well," Lord Vader said and turned sharply toward the exit that would lead to the storage rooms. The wreckages and bodies barraging the door were thrown to each side by an invisible hand. The door were ripped off from the wall. Then, there was shouts and gunfire.
Tin was surprised that how many Rebels were behind that door. They were either running away from the Imperial in the other hangar or here to try and get their friends out. Either way, there were a lot of Rebels left.
Tin wasn't hesitated to lung for a nearest blaster on the floor despite how painful his body felt right now. His sudden movement had caused pain to erupt through his body but Tin bit his cheeks again and pushed on. The firing had started and Lord Vader had already activated his lightsaber. As his boss deflected those blast back to the shooter, Tin shot back and dove behind a wreckage for a cover.
"This is nonsense," Tin heard his boss said before the wreckage he was using for a cover started to float from the floor. In that split moment, Tin thought that Lord Vader disapproved of him using a cover. However, the real answer came in the next second as that wreckage floated and then flied right into the passage, killing the Rebels and pushing them back.
As his boss advanced into the passage, Tin followed behind him. He shot when he could and tried not to get himself kill because there was nowhere for him to take cover except behind Lord Vader. And hell would he did that. He would never use his boss as a cover, at least not intended to do so.
They advanced to the storage room, leaving more dead bodies behind. There, there were still some Rebels fighting the Imperial troopers. As Lord Vader stepped into the room, the Rebel's face turned paler and they started to shout for retreat.
Tin knew that he must looked ridiculous in his comrades' eyes. Bruised and wounded, with half of the bandages torn and still in a patient gown, with a Rebel blaster in his hand. But no one would dare make a joke when their boss was here, so Tin was a bit relieved.
Lord Vader leaded on without saying a word. Tin and the rest of the trooper followed. One of the troopers had whispered to him if he needed a medic, but Tin shook his head and gestured toward their boss to say that this was not the time. That trooper understood and immediately commed the medics and told them to stay in their positions at the furthest back of the group.
They advanced into the base. More Rebels were dead. They cleared out each room, every room, killing everyone in there. Tin hadn't done much of the shooting, not because the blaster felt so heavy in his arms or because his legs were shaking, but because somehow he was pushed to the middle of the formation. And there was nothing much to do except marching on.
As they reached the other exit of the base, Tin had spotted several familiar faces of several dead bodies. Those were the Rebels whom had beaten him.
"Lord Vader," at that exited, there were another group of Imperial troopers. And they had prisoners. "These are the Rebel's intelligence. We captured them as they tried to flee this facility." The commander said and stepped back. Tin looked at those prisoners, the interrogation team was among them.
"Install the bombs and clear out," Lord Vader simply said. "We will not take prisoners." He then pointed toward Tin and some of the troopers around him. "This group stay."
"Yes, my lord," the commander nodded and turned to point the way each squads would go to install the bombs.
"You will get nothing from us," the interrogator that interrogated Tin said. But her eyes betrayed how brave she tried to look.
Lord Vader didn't say anything but held up his hand. Then, the interrogator screamed as every bone of her left hand were broken in half.
"We will see."
By the time the Imperial had finished installing the bomb to the whole facilities, one of the Rebels was already death and the rested were beyond terrified. Even Tin who wasn't on the receiving end of the torture was shaken. However, he and the rest of the Stormtroopers standing there just stood still and sat through the whole ordeal without making a sound. The only sound beside the screams echoing that empty corridor was a sound of an Imperial droid recording what the Rebels had spilled.
Among the Rebels, Tin had a feeling that the interrogator and her team were in the worst shapes. They were tortured the most and all of them were still alive. Barely, still but alive and conscious.
Tin legs started to feel numb and he almost lower his blaster a long time ago because his arms were protesting. Yet, somehow he maintained his posture and, in the deep of his mind, Tin wondered if Lord Vader wanted him to watch the Rebels who tortured him receiving a crueler and even more horrified treatment.
"All explosives had been installed, my lord," the commander came back to them after finishing his task. "The troops had cleared out of this facility."
Lord Vader didn't acknowledge the commander. Instead, he activated his lightsaber and cut off the limbs of the interrogator and her team. It made the commander took one step back, startled, then he schooled his expression back to the same professional look.
"Take these prisoners back to the ship," Lord Vader said, deactivating his lightsaber. "Keep them alive until they have nothing to spill."
"Yes, my lord," the commander nodded and then gestured for the Stormtroopers to start kicking and pushing the prisoners so they stood up and started walking. And for those who no longer had their legs, they were dragged by the hair or by the shirt.
Tin moved to help his comrades even when he was about to collapse anytime soon. However, he wasn't able to make more than three steps before his boss stepped in front of him.
"Follow me," his boss said took a sharp turn toward the passage that would lead to a storage room. Tin followed behind, doing his best to keep up despite how exhausted and injured he was.
They emerged back to the hangar where Lord Vader had slaughtered the Rebels. They walked passed the corpse and wreckages toward the gate of the hangar which automatically lifted itself up as Lord Vader approached. And beyond the Rebel base was an impressive greenest of the forest, stretching out to every direction.
His boss stopped at the edge of the hangar and Tin did. After a few second, Lord Vader spoke. "Your interrogation team, are there anyone left?"
Tin shook his head. "No, all of them are dead or captured."
His boss offered no reply and Tin said nothing. They just stood there and watched the forest. Somewhere far away, there were still sounds of explosion and gunfire, but Tin knew that it would be over soon.
Seconds later, a ship slowly and gracefully approached the hangar. Tin recognized it immediately. It's a Naboo Royal Starship. He had seen it on Mustafa before, in Lord Vader's private hangar.
The ship approached and softly landed at the edge or the hangar. The door was opened and his boss stepped in. Tin had no choice but to follow. After that, the door slid shut and the ship took off.
As soon as the beautiful silver ship left the hangar, a chain of explosion began. Tin looked out of the window in time to see the three facilities of the Rebel's base exploded to pieces.
Of course, Tin was curious of why Lord Vader used this ship instead of his usual TIE fighter, but he wouldn't dare ask. And as the left the planet atmosphere, it was clear that his boss wouldn't be joining the Imperial fleet. Instead, he set the course and the ship jumped in to hyperspace. Then, he turned toward Tin.
Tin did have a feeling of what was going to happen, but he wasn't prepared for what his boss said.
"Strip"
Strip? Tin blinked. Lord Vader has never… never mind. Just…just do what he said. His shaky hand slowly moved to undo the knot keeping the patient shirts holding itself together. And when he was done, Tin discarded of the gown and now stood almost naked in front of the dark lord; he was still covered in cuts, mostly bruises, stitches, and some bandages which still managed to cling to him.
Lord Vader strode toward him and Tin stood there, waiting. He let his muscles relaxed and let himself went limp when the Force took his weight. A hand touched his neck and Tin closed his eyes; somehow he knew that Lord Vader wouldn't kill him. Not yet.
"You have something in your mind."
Tin took that as a permission to speak. "I've met Master Luke." He said without looking at his boss. His eyes were glued to the ceiling of the ship. "He is well. He has grown." Then Tin closed his eyes and relaxed into the gripe.
Silently, Lord Vader's mind touched his and Tin welcomed it. He let his boss looked into his memories, every single one of them. His mind was shattered to pieces and surrounded but Tin didn't care. His job was finished and he wasn't afraid to die. He knew that he could become a loose end, a weakness – for both Luke and his father. So, ending him seemed to be the most reasonable choice.
Yet, the crushing force had never come. And Tin opened his eyes when his legs were moved. They were spread and pushed toward his shoulders. He was dried but it's okay, this wouldn't be the first time he was taken dried. Yet, something slick pushed in and Tin wailed when a wave of emotions overwhelmed him. Anger, pain – strong emotions. It drove him toward the edge in a record time and Tin knew he was screaming in shock as the gloved fingers scratched harshly against his prostrate. He came before he knew it and Lord Vader pulled his fingers away before sliding in even before Tin finished orgasmed.
Tin was still gasping for air when he felt himself being lowered. No, both of them were lowering to a large chair imbed to the cool floor of the ship. Then, Tin found himself straddling his boss' lap. His knees and lower had touched the seat of the chair which was large enough to accompany Tin's legs. The clone could sense a humming of the ship through his skin and, mostly, his boss' hardness with in him.
The clone inhaled sharply as he looked at the black mask in front of him. Seating in Lord Vader's lap! His mind was having a hard time comprehending everything that just happened.
A dark essence of his boss' mind squeezed his and Tin gasped before he shakily lifted himself up before dropping down. They had never done this before but the hunger in those darkness told Tin what the dark lord wanted him to do. Pushing himself up and dropping down. Riding his boss. Servicing him.
After a first trial and error, Tin had learnt to balance his weight and worked it out. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to touch the stoic figure he was riding yet, so he kept his hands still at his side. Yet, his fists had curled and uncurled, his arms waving a bit as he tried to find balance. Then, a force tugged at his arm and the order was sent to his mind. Tin immediately complied. He crossed his arms behind his back, completely at Lord Vader's mercy as he raised up and dropped down, sucking air as he tried to keep moving.
Tin didn't know how long he had been there, sitting like a bitch on Lord Vader's lap and rode him. His arousal was back and he was hard, pre-come leaking and smearing his own skin. Tin bit his lower lip to stop the grunt as he worked. Now his whole body was shaking and Tin wasn't sure if he could keep it up any longer. His strength was running out and he was close, so close.
Tin was panting by the time his boss hand taken his arms out of the armrest. Then, to his utter shock, the dark lord wrapped one of his hands around Tin's member and squeezed. That's enough to make the clone came with a yell, cramping down on the organ inside him.
"I did not tell you to stop," an order came as soon as Tin's pace faltered because of his orgasm. The clone bit his cheeks and kept going – fucking himself through his own release. Then, there were hands on his hips, moving him up and forcing him down with raw strength – forcing him in to a brutal pace. Tin cried out as he was overstimulated but he had no choice but to comply.
Tin didn't know how long he had been riding his boss. His legs felt numb but he still tried to keep up with the pace Lord Vader wanted. He threw his head back when another orgasm overwhelmed him, letting the darkness around each pieces of his shattered mind devoured him. And, somehow, Tin had a feeling that this sex was not just physical but also mental.
The clone didn't know how long time had passed. He only knew that he had orgasmed more than three time and that his boss had reached the peak once, but he was still hard and he didn't let Tin stopped. His legs felt raw from where they were rubbed against the leather seat of the chair and his body was bursting with arousal and exhaustion. Tin was as ready to pass out as much as he needed to be driven off the edge. Lord Vader no longer used the Force, only raw strength was enough to control Tin.
Suddenly, his boss decided to change the angle and Tin gasped as his legs were pulled to rest at Lord Vader's shoulders and he was folded in half. Tin bit his cheeks and did his best to keep his arms behind him despite his instinct screaming for him to grab for support. It was a quite dangerous position, one slip of Lord Vader's hand and Tin would be flipped back – hitting his head against the cold floor of the ship. Just his muscles alone weren't enough to keep him seated and folded in half with his center of gravity out of balance and his hands unable to support his weight.
So, with this position, Tin couldn't do nothing but kept himself still as the dark lord thrust into him and thrust him forward on his member. The clone let out a soft whine as his raw skin made rubbed against the fabric of Lord Vader's clothes, but he wouldn't going to complain.
A sound of a mask being removed caught Tin's attention. The clone bent his neck and gasped when he saw that his boss was removing the mask. His eyes were as piercing as ever and he was leaning forward. The Force titled his head back and Tin let his neck be exposed. Then, human teeth touched his skin at the base of his neck and bit down until it broke and bled.
After what felt like immense pleasure and pain, Tin was driven off the edge along with his boss who finally let go of his neck. Tin closed his eyes as his latest orgasm ripped through him and kissed back when a pair of scarred lips touched his.
It was a blurred after that. The exhaustion had finally won and Tin couldn't really move as Lord Vader pulled out. He was slid down to the cold floor, half awaken, half in pain and half in the bliss of his orgasms. So the clone laid there, watching his boss adjusted his clothes and put his mask back on while the clone laid there, in front of the chair, naked, and used.
Tin watched as Lord Vader went back to the console. His eyelids felt heavier and heavier as time passed. His discarded down somehow floated up from where he had discarded it and draped itself over Tin's half curled form, helping a little with the cold air of the ship. And, finally, after he had been fighting off his exhaustion for so long, Tin passed out.
When the clone was awoken again, he was in a bacta tank and back on Mustafa. White was the first person to greet him.
"How was your vacation at the Rebel's base?" White asked, tapping the tank with a smile on his face. "I'm glad that you're up."
Tin could only nodded and sighed into his breather. White nodded and turned to tell the medical droid to get Tin out of the tank.
Once he was out, the droid had checked over him and stated that it would be best for Tin to spend several more days in the medical bay. Tin couldn't agree more. He still felt like he was ran over by a tank.
"How long had I been in there?" he asked White as the medical droid helped him into a patient clothes. White looked up from the tablet in his hand.
"One and a half galactic week," the Stormtrooper replied.
"How is the situation?" Tin continued, sighing as the droid and White helped him laid down on a bed.
"Nothing new, no new assignment except for you," White answered, turning to fully face him. There was a weak smile on the Stormtrooper's face. "After Lord Vader brought you back to Mustafa, he also executed Vaneé. And…you're going to take Vaneé's place."
"What?" Tin blinked, surprised and confused. "Wait, why would he do that?"
"I don't know," White shrugged. "Maybe he knew Vaneé had been giving us a very cold shoulder and was tired of that? No idea Tin, but you're going to take his place. Congratulation on promoting to be Lord Vader's chamber keeper."
"Shit, I know nothing about his chamber," Tin shook his head and then raised his eyebrows when White handed him the tablet in his hand.
"Your guide on how to properly take care of that place," White said. "It contains everything you need to know to be the chamber keeper. Hey, don't make that face. It's not like you cannot order us to help you, we've almost nothing to do here anyway. And don't worry, Lord Vader isn't here right now. He's out there somewhere, kicking those Rebels' ass. He won't be back until next galactic month."
"Thanks," Tin nodded, relieved, and let out a small smile as he took the tablet from White. "I suppose that I'll start working right after I'm released from the medical bay?"
"Exactly."