"Have the rebels made any moves?" Lord Vader wheezed through his mask, he was actively having an asthma attack, his artificial respiratory system just barely hanging on by a thread.
He'd asked the Emperor many times for his life support systems to be updated, but all the emperor responded with was "no vaber, i need you to suffer, you will be angy, and it will be used as fuel for the Dark Side." So that wasn't happening anytime soon.
"No Lord Vader, but it appears we've received a transmission request." An Imperal officer says as he sweats literal buckets of water because if he so much as breaths wrong Vader won't have him breathing anymore.
"Put them through." The Dark Lord says as he crumples to the floor and contemplates what pose he should die in.
A hologram of a totally composed and not at all insane looking General Luke Skywalker appears in the center of the Imperal Star Destroyer's command bridge, and Vader quickly gets back up before the Jedi sees him on the ground, surely about to die any minute now.
The Jedi looked as if he was barely keeping himself composed, like he was going to snap at any moment. He'd been on the forest moon of Endor for over a week now and the insane Ewoks wouldn't stop praising C3-P0 as a God and would NOT stop stealing his lightsaber.
He'd tried to stop that one Ewok from looking down into the hilt pointed directly at their eye.
No one would ever find the body.
"Ah, Luke Skywalker. I hope that you've called to accept our request for surrender?"
Luke's mouth twitches downward for a split second before he smiles. "No, but I do think that we should talk."
"Oh?" Vader responds, inwardly spasming in unbearable pain as his life support gives out.
"Yes, I'd like to invite you over for tea." Luke says happily.
There's a silence in the room.
"What?"