So I've been thinking about doing this for a longg time and I'm finally doing it hehe
This is a 4 part series! And it's not a main priority so I'll update it in between my other stories.
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I will be doing 2 chapters per update. Up until chapter 8, since chapter 9 is his first POV.
Enjoy💕
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Chapter 1: The Boogeyman
'Suffering'

I sighed heavily as I stepped off of the ship and into the hangar of the Death Star. I could already hear the crowd of voices; people all along the station are scared that I'm here. Well they're going to be scared for a while since I'm going to be stuck here for quite some time.

Thanks to the Emperor who has insisted on me overlooking the construction of the new TIE-fighters. Why I need to be here for something so unimportant? I'm not sure, I just listen without questions to avoid.. punishments.

I shut my eyes and tuned out everyone's annoying voices, except one, one that I didn't quite recognize.

I've never seen him so I don't even know what he looks like. Maybe he looks like a monster with four eyes, a long tail, and scaly skin.

Her thought was followed by an echoed laughter; she found herself to be funny.

I snorted, already knowing her thought was about me; how stupid.

I stepped out of the hangar and went straight to the conference room where I already knew Tarkin was waiting to give me an annoying fucking lecture on punctuality.

I came through the door and everyone besides him stood up quickly and greeted me with nervous eyes. I ignored them and took my seat next to Tarkin and grabbed the paper in front of me, "We're just waiting on the new mechanic." He informed me and I nodded without saying a word as I gazed over the plans in my hand.

I'm surprised I didn't get a lecture, but who knows, maybe he's saving it for when everyone leaves. He knows how pissed I get when he talks down to me in front of people, he's lucky I didn't kill him the first time he did it. And I would have if the Emperor wouldn't kill me for it; or torture me, not sure which one he'd go for at this point.

The door opened and the sound of heavy breathing filled the room, I didn't bother to look up at who it was, since I'm sure it was just the new mechanic he hired. I'm still not sorry for killing the last one either, he was incompetent and probably the most annoying person I have ever met. Killing him brought me such joy.

My thoughts were disrupted by the light sound of tapping and I glanced up, only to see a puddle forming near this persons shoes and small droplets of water hitting against it.

I have to say. I am off to a great start.

I rolled my eyes at her own sarcastic comment towards herself, before looking back down to documents in my hand; no you're not.

"Certainly took you long enough." Tarkin huffed at the woman who was still breathing heavily; almost like she just ran a marathon.

"I'm sorry sir, I was in the shower. I came as quick as I could." Her soft familiar voice responded. Well that explains the water.

"I can see that." He pressed a button and the hologram of a TIE-fighter popped up in the middle of the table. "I'm going to give you your first job." I noticed him gesture towards the hologram from my side vision. I wasn't even reading these damn papers anymore, I hated paperwork, I was actually thinking of the bottle of alcohol in my office that was calling my name.

"You want me to build it from scratch or?" She asked while I heard the sound of her steps walking around the table.

"No. Its just our usual TIE-fighters with some weaponry upgrades and a stronger exterior. We need you to start with just one and if it's to Lord Vader's liking then we will need a whole fleet completed."

That seemed like an easy job, I kind of hoped for something with more of a challenge.

I ignored most of her thoughts until I heard that one, it took me a little by surprise. Now I was really paying attention to her and that's when I finally recognized her voice, it was her who made that silly little comment about my appearance.

I shot my head up to look at the owner of these thoughts for the first time. Almost as soon as I looked up, she turned her head and met my gaze, I could see the confusion in her eyes. She didn't know who I was, all she was focused on were my eyes and how unnatural they were. While I was focused on her cocky confidence, it was admirable, it kind of reminded me of myself prior to who I am now. But now I have much higher expectations of her work, let's hope she can live up to her thoughts.

She nervously looked away from me, but I still kept my eyes on her, I gazed upon her appearance. She was beautiful, it'd be a real shame if she shared the same fate as the last mechanic who disappointed me, "It will be done Admiral." She spoke to him while I still looked across her body with lustful thoughts. I may be Darth Vader, but I'm still a man, and to deny her rare beauty would be a crime.

"You will begin tomorrow." He ordered her, then waved his hand in dismissal.

She looked at me one more time and our eyes met, neither of us looking away, we sat there for a few seconds in this unusual staring match. There's something.. interesting about her, but I'm not quite sure what it is. But it's like the force itself was whispering into my ear about her, but I couldn't make out what it was saying.

"Lord Vader I need to discuss something with you," I finally broke my eye contact with the girl and turned my head to face Tarkin with an irritated expression. His grungy voice was enough to sour my mood instantly.

"What?" I snapped as I heard the sound of the door opening and I looked back up to see her figure disappear. As well as the others around the table were finally standing up to leave.

Tarkin sighed, "We must discuss your punctuality, you are always the last person-"

I groaned as I leaned my head back in the chair, "Shut the fuck up already, I don't care. I'm the leader of this damn army, this is my Death Star, and I can be as late as I fucking want." I snapped with vexation in my tone.

He scoffed in disbelief like that was the first time I have ever snapped at him. When in reality, it's a very common occurrence, "We should also discuss your manners." He scolded me like I was some teenager with anger problems. Well I guess in comparison to his crusty old age, I may just as well be, "The Emperor would not take kindly to your disrespectful behavior."

I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths so I didn't kill him right here, right now.

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I walked along the hallways with my fists balled in anger, avoiding the eyes of anyone in the hall to avoid killing them just for looking at me. I was beyond pissed off, one of the most frustrating things for someone as powerful as me; is being talked down to like your nothing but a speck of dust. And you can't do a fucking thing about it.

I just need to get to my office, drink until I'm numb, then sleep, if my nightmares about Ahsoka even let me sle- My thoughts were cut off when I turned a corner and someone bumped into me. They fell harshly to the floor, I on the other hand, was not even slightest bit affected. Like when a person walks into a brick wall. Me being the brick wall.

I glared down at the woman who I recognized from the conference, "I'm sorry." Her voice came out shaky.

He was more beautiful than I thought.

Normally a thought like that would pump up my ego. But in this moment, I wasn't in the mood for that. I was actually holding back the urge to snap her neck, not that she did anything to deserve it except be clumsy, I was just.. angry as usual, and my anger makes me do inhumane things.

But I didn't want to hear Tarkin complaining about how she was 'new' and how 'I need to work on my anger issues'.

Plus, I was curious about her.

"Watch where you're going." I replied in an annoyed tone, ignoring her apology. I stepped around her and kept going towards my office, leaving her on the floor.

I finally made it in my familiar office and I sat at my desk with a heavy sigh. I grabbed the bottle and poured the brown liquid into my crystal glass, almost to the brim.

I hated my life, I went from a slave to Watto, to a slave to the Jedi, to a slave to the Emperor. It's a never ending cycle of loneliness and pain.

I grabbed the glass which shook in my anxiety filled grip and brought it to my lips where I savored the only thing that gets me through my suffering.

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Chapter 2: Don't Lie
'Trouble'

I walked into the hangar quietly, she hadn't noticed me. She was too focused on making the ship perfect, she was afraid that if I didn't like it I'd kill her on the spot. Which I wouldn't, I always give second chances, but never three.

One mistake; is that, a mistake.

But two? That's just stupidity.

I stood against the wall directly behind her and watched her work curiously. She had such confidence yesterday, but now it has slowly diminished and has been replaced with fear. I was concerned that it would show in her work, but every time I saw her do something, I was impressed by her skills. She knew exactly what she was doing, she would do things that I myself would do and even things I would never think to do.

I wasn't sure how long I'd been here watching. I was paying attention to the small things she was doing. I watched as she put the end of her pen in her mouth while she was in deep thought; thinking and deciding what to do next.

Or when she would use a pink rag to wipe away her nervous beaded sweats from her forehead when she doubted herself.

I also thought it was funny that she would occasionally talk to herself; she was giving herself these small pep talks of encouragement.

And I'd also be lying if I said my thoughts weren't traveling around her like they were yesterday. Once again, I'm a man and I couldn't help it. Every time she put that pen in her mouth, I thought of it as something else. Every time she would sweat, I thought about giving her another reason to sweat.

I silently groaned, my own thoughts were starting to annoy me. Since of course, I'd never act on them. I never allowed myself to have the company of a woman in that way. It's not like I've never had the opportunity either, look at me, of course I have, but I have my reasons for my choice to never act. There was a time in my life where I thought that if I ever did allow myself to go that route with someone, it'd be with someone that I loved, I'm an emotional guy. But now I doubt I'm even capable of love anymore, so I don't feel like I'm worthy of being that close with someone.

Anyways, It felt like hours have gone by with me standing here, waiting for her to notice me. She should really pay attention to her surroundings more, or take a break at least; which she has yet to do.

She sighed heavily as she picked up the blueprints and looked them over; her brows furrowed.

They want me to attach the gun at the far back of the ship just below the wing, but If I was to apply it on the front, in the middle of the wing, the accuracy would be much better, it's basic knowledge.

Is it now?

"Who designed this?" She muttered and tossed the prints aside; they fluttered in the air before falling smoothly to the floor like a light feather.

I held in a scoff, "I did." I finally spoke for the first time since being in here.

She jumped and dropped the wrench in her hand, it hit the floor, just barely missing her foot; so clumsiness is a common occurrence with her it seems. She turned around quickly and met my eyes.

"Oh." She spoke nervously with widened eyes. How long had he been standing there? "Um how long have you been there?"

"I don't know, twenty minutes or so." Or an hour, maybe two, I'm not really sure. I leaned my head back against the wall; keeping my gaze on hers.

"You've just been watching me this whole time?" She raised her brows and bent down to pick up the wrench she dropped.

"Yes." I responded; pushing myself off the wall to walk over to her. I lifted my hand up and used the force to bring the prints into my palm. She watched my actions with a surprised expression, then her eyes widened more with realization.

Holy shit this is him.

This man is Darth Vader.

Took her long enough.

I held the prints up to her eye level, "What's the issue?" I asked; wondering if she would tell me the truth, or lie out of fear.

She shook her head, "Nothing, it's perfect."

I narrowed my eyes at her, "You're lying," I took a step closer to her and she took a anxious step back, "Don't lie." I kept my intimidating stare on her, waiting for her to open her mouth and spill her true thoughts.

She sighed nervously, "I think if you place the guns here instead," She pointed to the location on the blueprint that I was still holding up, "It would have much better accuracy, by at least twenty-five percent, than if you were to place it where you originally have it." I looked away from her and to the plans.

"You think or you know?" I questioned without looking at her; eyeing the prints to see if there's any truth to her words. So far, I didn't see how it would make a difference.

"I know." She nodded confidently.

I scoffed and pushed the prints into her chest roughly, "Do what the plans say." She gripped onto the paper and I pushed past her; hitting her shoulder while I did.

It was a little aggressive, but I don't like to be questioned and wether she is skilled or not, I know my way around mechanics as well.

"I'm the mechanic here, you're not."

I paused in place.

Did she just- no she didn't.. she's not that stupid.

Oh but she is.. she just talked back to me.

To me.

I turned my head slowly in disbelief to glare angrily at her.

Oh force what is wrong with me.

You have a death wish is what's wrong with you.

"Is that so?" I growled and began walking back towards her.

She backed up until her back was pressed up against the ship, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to come off as disrespectful," She apologized and I stopped when I was only inches from her face, "I just mean, I've done this my whole life. I know what I'm doing and I'm confident I'm right."

"What's your name?" I asked; realizing that I don't even know it.

"(y/n)," Her voice came out shaky and high pitched from being afraid. "Sir." She added almost five seconds like she thought it would help her case.

I narrowed my eyes at her and slowly scanned her entire face. She was even prettier up close, but she has a mouth that's going to get her in a lot of trouble if she doesn't watch it, "Well (y/n), you better not be wrong." I spoke in a low threatening tone before turning away and leaving the room.

I must have a death wish.

I laughed humorlessly while in the hallway, finally something we agree on.

I stepped into my office and went over to my holotable to begin relooking over my plans. She got in my head and now something tells me that she might actually be right, but let's see about that.

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How do you like seeing this all from a different POV? Did you like it? Shall I continue with the rest?
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