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The wheel was simple enough, but the thing seemed to have no fly feature, there was not start button, and instead a whole assortment of odd levers and pedals, as well as even a lock! Perhaps the start button was hidden by the lock. Vader twisted the keys, and jumped when the engine started up with a ridiculously loud roar. Honestly! This made the vehicles he was used to seem so quiet that they belonged in a Science Fiction film!

On the pavement behind him Sauron irritably set some buildings on fire, then turned away. Darth Vader tried pulling and pushing the wheel, but that didn't work. Then he experimented with the levers and buttons, and managed to make sticks move across the windscreen, cause deafening music to play, turned on a wailing siren and flashing lights, and cause the vehicle to reverse, but none of that was what he wanted. Angrily he thumped the dashboard with his fist, pulled hard on a lever, pushed something with his foot and at last made the ridiculously complex machine move forward.

Driving, once he had gotten the principle of the thing, was not hard, and actually even easier than normal. When you had learned to drive in three dimensional airspace, simply navigating two dimensional roadways was a piece of cake. Darth Vader even started to whistle his theme song, once he had managed to turn the dreadful music off.

The problem was, he had little real idea of what to do and where to go. This place was so primitive it was unbelievable, but the problem was, it was so primitive that Darth Vader had no clue as to how it was organised, who did what, and how he should even begin to build an empire. Which he knew he had to do, if he had any chance of beating Sauron and Voldemort. Perhaps what he needed was a prisoner. Yes, someone who could explain this strange planet to him. He nodded his helmeted head, and pulling his car out of the road, scraping the paint off two other cars who honked loudly at him, he parked on two yellow lines that actually seemed to be painted on. How quaint.

He climbed out of the car, and, unsure how to stop it, simply left it humming away to itself. Everyone walking by him was giving him extremely funny looks. Someone even went so far as to ask him "Where's the party, mate?"

Darth Vader swung his head to look at the man and said nothing. The intruder fled after a few moments of his intense scrutiny, and Lord Vader spotted a place signposted library. He might well find a knowledgeable person there. He entered the library, and was simply stunned to see it filled with real books, not film, not chips, not holograms, old fashioned, dusty books. These people surprised him more and more.

Anyway. He shrugged off the momentary shock and approached the desk. The two middle aged women behind it both gave him very funny looks, but neither said anything. "I want information." Darth Vader rumbled.

"Well you might try a newsagent's, not a library." Said one of the women.

Darth Vader glared at her. Unfortunately, she didn't notice as his eyes were concealed behind the helmet. He glared some more for good measure. "I need information," He repeated. "And I will give you one more chance."

"Look, unless you behave I will have to ask you to leave." Said the other woman, looking annoyed.

He reached out with the Force and picked her up. She stared at him, goggle-eyed. The other woman shrieked and fled. Several people said "Shhhh!" Rather loudly, but no one turned round.

"Now," Said Darth Vader quietly. "You will tell me what I want to know."

The library was empty now. After getting a few answers out of the terrified woman, some more of those people who drove wailing, flashing cars had arrived and tried to arrest him. After he dealt with them, he noticed everyone had fled. He didn't care, he was going to use this 'Internet', the woman had mentioned. An ingenious idea. He was astonished the Sith or the Jedi had never come up with something similar. He sat down at one of these people's droids, and greeted it politely enough. "Good morning."

The droid did nothing. It sat and hummed at him. Perhaps that was how they talked? Darth Vader had little use for humming droids. He looked down at the board before him and noticed it contained letters of the alphabet. He typed in "Good morning."

The screen lit up, and a line of text appeared that said "Incorrect password."

Angry, Darth Vader tried shouting at the droid. That didn't work either. Neither did threatening it with his lightsaber, and he was forced to come to terms with the fact that these savages had not developed intelligent droids. But there was good side to that, no matter how hard the stupid thing would be to deal with. He reached out with the Force and felt what the correct password was.

After some more trial and error he opened Internet Explorer and typed in 'World leader'.

Annoyingly, there were a lot of them. He was going to have a really hard time become Emperor of this dump. He tried searching for space, but these people didn't even have a settlement on their moon! Behind his mask, Darth Vader rolled his eyes and finally tried searching for the names of his enemies.

Sauron and Voldemort were - characters in books? Darth Vader stared for a moment, and then hurrying into the book area of the library rooted out The Lord of the Rings and the Harry Potter series. They would be useful references if these people - aside from Luke who he had met earlier and chased away - were to be his main enemies. He pocketed the books for later reference.

Then, with a feeling of dread, he typed in his own name. When the result came up that he was in a series of films, he hit the ceiling. Literally. He cracked his head quite hard, too.

When he had calmed down, he noticed through the Force that there was someone else in the room. Someone who was making a great disturbance in the Force. Lord Vader got to his feet and followed the feeling, reaching out for the disturbance.

He uncovered a small boy hiding beneath the table, shivering with fear. He emitted a huge potential for skill with the Force. Darth Vader debated with himself whether to kill the boy or use his powers, and decided on the latter. If he was to become ruler, he needed allies. He remembered Darth Sidious's behaviour with him before he became a Sith Lord. He smiled down at the boy, even though it couldn't be seen, and extended a hand to the child. "Are you okay down there?"

The child said, in an accusatory tone. "I've got a Darth Vader at home, and you're much bigger than him."

"That's because I'm the real one."

"You're never! The real one's on a DVD!"

Darth Vader sighed deeply and somehow prevented himself from throttling the brat. "I can assure you that I am the bona fide Darth Vader." To demonstrate he cut a shelf in half with his lightsaber.

"Hey," Said the boy in an impressed tone. "Where did you get that? I've got one of them at home to, but it's nowhere near as good."

"I built it."

"Will you build me one?"

"I'll show you how to build one if you come with me."

The child climbed out, a big grin plastered on his face. "Yeah, I'll come with you." He said cheerfully.

Darth Vader watched the child wiping his nose on his sleeve and confined his feelings to a sigh. This was going to be a very long day.