Vader couldn't have felt more pleased with himself even if he tried. Today hasd been the most eventful day in his life. Even the Lava Incident couldn't touch this. The day started out ok, despite the morning wood he had to take care of. He had gotten up, gotten dressed, and just as he was about to set up the feeding tube for breakfast, an alarm had gone off.

Knowing this meant something had gone wrong yet again, (Considering his son Luke snuck in with a jedi and a con artist and rescued Leia from her prison cell AND the original Death Star blew up within a few years time) he walked down to the command room of the Death Star MK2, which was still under construction.

They were once again under attack by the rebel forces. He had cursed to himself, knowing Tsubaki was off training in solitude for a few more weeks per her request. He marched down towards the Emperor's chambers, preparing to escort him, just in case they decided to blow up this death star too.

Luke had already beaten him there, though.

"Kill him!" He remembered the Emperor ordering. He remembered his conflict. The purple blast that came form him, Killing the Emperor. The conversation with Luke was fuzzy and distorted now, filled with the white light of pain. Explosions rained around the oblivious Vader. He clung to the thought that his children were ok. They had to be ok... They were going to make it out alive...

"They have to..." He sunk into the oblivion of the half state between life and death, never returning to the bliss he felt from the pain finally easing away.

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"Annie...! Anniiiie...! Can you hear me?" The voice was familiar, but extremely distorted. It was as if the voice was coming from the other end of a tunnel, or from underwater. Vader's thought process wasn't as fast as the owner of the voice would like.

Clink clink clink!

"Annie? I know your awake, your brain monitor reads consious levels. Stop fucking with me." His eyes opened. No, not quite "opened"... rather, they "turned on". "Turned on" Is more appropriate.

"Ngghhh..." His voice came out. Metalic and all around wrong. His vision began to focus and he was finally able to look at the owner of the voice. "Tsu...baki?"

"Yay! Grandpa's alive!"

"Fuck you."

"Its a bit late for that. You lost everything." The immediate reaction to this was not: "Oh no, i lost my body" like Tsubaki was expecting, but "Oh no, i literally lost everything, including my family!"

"WHAT!? WHAT HAPPENED TO LUKE!?"

"What? Luke is fine. Well, he went missing. But everyone knows he's alive." She said rather quickly. "But bruh, your legit a grandpa. Kid's like in his 20's now. Ben i think his name is. Ben Solo."

"Solo? Like that shit-head con artist?"

"Yupp."

"That bastard is my son-in-law?"

"Yupp."

"FUCK!"

"Language!" She teased. But Vader was in no space to joke around. He got up and stomped to the bathroom rather noisilly, going to wash his face. Just before he turned on the water, he glanced in the mirror, and did a sudden double take.

The face looking at him was certainly not human, and certainly not his. It was the face of a droid, with blood red optics that moved as he changed his facial expressionsas well as eye movements and and a line for a mouth that lit up when he made a noise.

"TSUBAKI WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME!?" He hollered. She entered, leaning on the doorframe. She wore shorts, rolled up and sewed up to be inaproppriately short. A ragged cloak was tied over her sports bra like crop top and ended just before her butt both in the front and back. Her pitch black army boots looked used, but not quite at the "old and worn" stage yet. Her hair was tied in her usual ponytail and she had sideswept bangs on each side of her face.

"Calm your metal man-tits, Annie. I did it to save your life. Your heart was failing and i had to hook you up to a life support system back on my ship. I beamed you onboard just in time to transfer you."

"To what?"

"A life support droid. It's an artificial human body. All i was able to salvage was your brain." She said quietly. She seemed to not like the idea very much but the more Vaderf thought about it, the more he realized there was nothing she could have done. She clearly cared enough to save his life and want to be with him.

Thank you. That's all he had to say. Just two words. But the shock of the situation took over, and he began feeling dizzy.

"I need to lie down and think." Was all he managed to say.