Summary: Part one of Luke trying to avoid prison time and having to deal with a very bored corrections officer.

Intake

"Do you have any emergency contacts?" Officer Gouban asked in the same bored, monotone voice. He clicked his mouse a few times, presumably to open a new tab on the computer, and then gave Luke a once over. Luke privately thought that this was a man who genuinely hated his job. "Imperial contacts only." He amended.

Luke shifted in the chair, wishing he could roll his shoulders out. Instead, his hands were cuffed at his sides and had been for hours, and it sucked.

"Yeah." He said after a long moment. He'd gone over his options in his head for days and when it was between his somewhat obsessive father and a miserable death, alone and forgotten on a planet with a horrific policy on the treatment of captured and convicted criminals... well... at this point, Luke was willing to take the risk.

Gouban sighed a nearly indiscernible sigh. "Last name, first name, and contact number."

"Vader comma Darth."

The intake officer typed a few letters before he seemed to realize what name he was typing and he froze, turning to look at him with a wide-eyed expression.

"Excuse me?"

"Vader." Luke repeated, pronouncing the name with deliberate slowness. "V-A-D-E-R. Comma, Darth. Sometimes there's a Lord or Supreme Commander thrown in there as well."

"You want me to believe that your emergency contact is Lord Vader?" Gouban said, looking torn between genuine shock and complete annoyance. Obviously he didn't appreciate a disruption in his personal routine and he definitely didn't like that he had to deal with a Rebel terrorist that was surely jerking his chain.

"Yup. None of this would be necessary if I'd been allowed to make a phone call days ago…but here we are." Luke shrugged. "Do you want his contact number or not?"

"No." Gouban looked away, pressing the BACKSPACE button and holding it down to erase the name on the screen entirely. "You'll be cleared for screening in a few minutes and taken to medical for an evaluation before we throw you in isolation." He said tensely.

Luke pursed his lips, irritated. He wasn't exactly keen on revealing his identity but desperate times called for desperate measures. And Luke really, really didn't want to get imprisoned on this Force-forsaken planet and left to rot in an isolation cell for the rest of his life.

"I really think my father would be interested to know that his son is being thrown into prison." He said pointedly, catching Gouban's attention once again. The officer looked at him again, eyes wide, thoughts suddenly racing, and obviously trying to decide if Luke's claim held any weight at all. Time to pound the nail in the coffin. "Call the contact number. Tell my father where I am. And my multi-million-credit bounty is yours."

A long moment passed in complete silence.

"If you're lying to me." Gouban said with a genuine note of warning in his voice.

Luke barely refrained from rolling his eyes.

As if he had anything to gain by lying about this.

"Call. Him."

Gouban's eyes flickered to the comm receiver and after a moment, he huffed and stood up to close the door to the office that he was in and before angrily switching it on. "Give me the damn number." He said tersely.

Luke did, repeating the number that he'd memorized while laying awake one night in the barracks.

A/N My first drabble that doesn't actually feature Vader. Feels a little sacrilegious, honestly. He'll show up in part 2 though so I think it's okay.

Chapter 7 of What Lurks in the Dark will be out by Sunday at the latest. Keep your eyes peeled. :D