Summary: A snippet from an upcoming chapter of The Koah Project.

I AM working on the next chapter of this fic, I swear! Chapter five is just being weird. *rolls eyes* Enjoy!

Tiergan

The back of Tiergan's neck tingled slightly and he froze as he recognized the feeling of someone watching him. He turned around quickly, ready to reprimand whoever had come to bother him… and it didn't take very long for his sharp eyes to pick out what it was that had caught his attention.

It wasn't what he'd been expecting to see either.

A young boy, peering cautiously into his workspace; just a mop of blonde hair and curious blue eyes.

Son of a bitch.

Tiergan pointed a finger at him. "You," he said in a stern tone. The little boy's eyes widened at realizing he'd been caught and he shrunk back until just a sliver of him was still visible. "I still see you. Come here, boy. Now. "

There was a few seconds of hesitation before the kid shuffled out from his hiding spot, into the doorway. He was wearing a little officer's uniform with the rank of Commander pinned at his chest. He tucked his hands behind his back, looking up at him from under his lashes as if hoping to avoid getting in trouble. Tiergan had had six boys of his own and it had never once worked on him. He was perfectly immune to such tactics.

"Come here. Closer."

Slowly, very slowly, the kid stepped forward until he was just a small distance away. It didn't look like he'd been crying. In fact, he just looked like a sneaky little scamp who'd snuck off to do whatever it was that he wasn't supposed to do.

As far as he knew, there was only one child reported to be aboard the Executor and that child had no business being down here unsupervised, of all places.

Tiergan placed his hands on his hips, glaring down at the little scamp with as much disapproval as he could muster. "Are you Lord Vader's son?" he demanded.

There was a pause and the kid brought his hands forward and wrung them slightly. Finally, he nodded quietly.

"Are you where you're supposed to be?"

The kid winced and then awkwardly shook his head. Well, that answered one question. Tiergan sighed, looking up at the ceiling in an effort to control his annoyance. "Alright," he said, leveling the kid with another look which would have had grown men desperate to leave his office. He pointed to the chair at his desk in the corner. "You're going to go sit down and not move, you got it?"

The kid nodded and quickly skipped past him and scrambled to sit on his chair, short legs swinging.

Grabbing a handrag to quickly scrub the grease and oil off his hands, Tiergan crossed the workshop and grabbed a commlink off the desk where it was charging. He scanned a few channels, wondering who the hell he was supposed to contact about this.

A/N Thanks for reading!