•I only did one chapter because it came out be around 3k words and I didn't want to add ch.4 and have it be almost 6k. That's just toooo much to throw at you at once IMO.
•But I will be updating the rest soon probably about one a week💕
•Some of his thoughts may be confusing, but you have to remember that this is early Vader and he's a confusing bipolar hoe. I tried sticking to that as realistically as I could.

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Chapter 3: A New Record
'Entertaining Mind'

Adam was in my office and he nervously set his report on my desk in front of me. I didn't bother to look at him as I continued eyeing the blueprints of the Tie-Fighters, it turns out she was right, but not entirely.

A: I wonder how (y/n) is doing, I feel like I should go check on her.

A: Maybe she'll be sweaty or in short shorts and possibly a tank top if I'm lucky.

A: She's so beautiful I can't help but-

"Adam," I snapped his name to cut off his incredibly irritating thoughts. I swear every single time I hear him, it's something about that girl. It's like he's obsessed or something.

I have my own man-like thoughts as well, but this guy.. he never shuts up about it. There are other things to think about Adam, like how shitty your weapons are. I don't even know why Tarkin likes him in first place. I've looked at plenty of other applications of people who I know would do a better job than him.

He nervously cleared his throat, "Yes?"

"Find out if that mechanic is done and let me know via comlink." I continued to snap, already irritated with his presence.

"Of course sir." He turned around to leave the room.

A: Finally, I get to go see her, I wonder if I ask her out if she'll say-

I lifted my hand up and used the force to stop his movements immediately, "And don't get fucking side-tracked. Do as I ask, then go back to your own department." I growled as I released my hold on him so he could finally move again.

"Y-yes my lord." He responded before he quickly left the room.

A part of me wanted to fuck her to be petty towards him, but of course, I'm not going to do that. Shes still a person after all, not a tool to be used. I may be a mass murderer, but I still have some morals left, although there may not be very many.

I decided to get back to the task at hand and stood up from my desk to walk over to my holotable where I brought up a 3-D image of the ships. I spun it around a few times and zoomed in on the position where she suggested to place it, "Fifteen," I mumbled to myself as I did the math in my head. Not twenty-five, but it's still a higher number and a good catch, she's a smart girl.

"She just finished my Lord." Adam's annoying voice came through my comlink.

I brought my wrist up and pressed the button to speak, "Send her to me." I responded instantly.

I waited until I finally heard the sound of muffled voices outside of my door and I turned the hologram off.

"Go ahead." I heard Adam speak first.

A: The way her sweat glistens on her neck is absolutely breathtaking, I want to lick-

I rolled me eyes so hard at his thoughts before finally tuning them out before I throw up.

"You're not coming in with me?" (y/n) asked in a nervous tone.

"He didn't ask for me."

He's right, I didn't. I'd probably throw him out on his ass if he walks in here with her right now.

I finally heard him leave, but I didn't here much else after that. I opened my mind to listen to her and she was just standing out there, her fear over me was causing her to stay frozen in place.

Then she let out a heavy breath so she could quickly compose her self and knock on the door. But with the wave of my hand, I opened it before she could.

"Come here," I demanded without looking at her and she didn't say anything as she slowly walked towards me. I was watching her from my side vision when I saw her stop about two feet away. But I wanted her just a bit closer to me, "Closer," I demanded in the same tone. She moved even closer to me until our shoulders almost touched, "I did the math." I looked up from the prints that were in front of me on the holotable and met her (e/c) eyes. I could sense her wanting to cower away from me, just because of the look in my eyes. Which was funny, because her eyes made me want to do the complete opposite. Although I hate Adam and his irritating thoughts, I do understand his infatuation, something about her really is breathtaking.

"And?" She asked and her voice came out more high pitched than normal.

I held in a laugh at how funny it sounded, but I pushed the small joyous feeling away that felt foreign to me. I needed to talk business,"You were right," I responded and she was about to smile, until I said the next words, "And you were wrong." I turned to fully face her.

"How?" She questioned with confusion in her tone.

"It does increase the accuracy, but not by twenty-five percent, only by fifteen." I stared down at her.

Y: Wow I was a little off that doesn't mean I deserve to die though does it?

"Did I say you were gonna die?" I knitted my brows together with an annoyed expression. That was an incredibly dramatic response.

Y: Did I say that out loud?

Just then, I realized that I answered her thoughts and not her actual vocals. I didn't mean to do that, I don't like people knowing I can hear them, "You didn't have to." I responded to her thoughts again; too late to go back now, I'll just make sure she keeps her pretty mouth shut.

Her eyes widened with realization. "You can read my mind?" She asked in surprise and with a tone that was slightly more nervous than before.

Y: Not only do I have to watch my mouth but now I have to watch my thoughts? I'm doomed.

Once again, I had to hold in a laugh, it was a little harder to do this time too. She has quite an entertaining mind, which is more than I can say for everyone else here. I'm starting to actually like listening to her.. and I don't like listening to anybody.

Now I felt like teasing her, "Ever since I stepped on the station, yours are the loudest," I snorted as I stepped closer to her, "Tell me, are you disappointed that I don't have four eyes, a tail, and what was the last one? Oh yeah, scaly skin?" I folded my arms across my chest and stared down at her while I waited for a response.

Y: I don't feel like there's a correct answer to this question.

There really isn't.

"No?" She answered although it sounded more like a question. Like she was asking me if that was the right response or not.

I wanted to smile at her as I stared fondly into her mesmerizing eyes, but I stopped myself. I can't be allowing myself to feel this way.

I pushed away any positive emotions I was feeling and replaced it with my usual self-loathing.

I snorted through my nose and turned around to walk behind my desk, I sat on my chair and began shifting through the papers to appear busy. When in reality, I just wanted her to fucking leave.

I didn't like how she was making me feel. How she made me want to laugh and even smile, a man like me doesn't deserve those kinds of joyful expressions; not after all I've done.

After a minute or two of her still standing there, I snapped my eyes up to look at her. "You can go now." I spoke in an annoyed tone.

Y: How was I supposed to know, he didn't exactly say anything.

I silently groaned at her bold thoughts,"Well I assumed that me walking away from you was an indication that I no longer wanted this conversation to continue." I waved my hand to shoo her away. "I'll contact you once I've looked over the ship."

"Yes sir." She sighed and turned to exit the room.

Then her bold thoughts reminded of why I was so mad at her earlier in the hangar, "Oh and if you ever talk back to me again your thoughts will become a reality." I threatened causing her to stop in her tracks just as she reached the door. I never allow anyone to talk back to me, and I won't be making any exceptions now, beautiful or not.

"Yes sir." She said again with a little more fear and finally left the room.

As soon as she was gone, I dropped down everything that was in my hand and sighed while I leaned my back against my chair. I grabbed the alcohol that sat next to me and didn't bother to pour it into a glass as I bought the round glass tip to my lips for a large gulp

After a few moments. The alcohol took a slow effect and dulled the ache. I soon found myself thinking about the interaction I just had with her and I finally let out the laugh that I'd been suppressing.

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I checked the ship and it was.. perfect.

I sat back in my chair and I debated on calling her, but I figured I'd just wait until tomorrow. I was tired and all I wanted to do for the rest of the night wasting continue to destroy my liver.

I opened my desk to pull out a bottle opener when my eyes caught the small box that held Ahsokas braid. I sighed sadly as I grabbed the box and pulled it from the drawer. It had a few scratches on it and I'm sure it's because my drunken self has pulled it out and possibly dropped it more times than I could count.

I opened the box and my blood immediately boiled with anger when I found it empty.

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I pushed the cafeteria doors open roughly and they slammed against the wall creating a loud bang, "Who has been in my office?!" I barged in the room in a fit of rage.

The entire room that was once filled with chattering, was now dead silent.

Everyone was looking at me with fear in their eyes. I scanned my gaze along the entire room as I read minds, everyone so far was completely oblivious. Then my eyes landed on (y/n) , she was in my office. But then I quickly realized that it definitely couldn't have been her, I had my eyes on her at all times.

No one went into your office you crazy fuck.

I heard the thoughts of a man who happened to be right next to me, I guess it's time I made an example out of someone. So they know exactly what will happen if I don't get Ahsokas braid back.

"Whoever it was, took something from me and if I don't get it back." I spat. I raised his hand to the poor soul who happened to be the closest to him and he began to be choked by an invisible force. "I will kill you all one by one." I growled as I closed my fist tightly and the mans neck cracked as he fell to the floor. "I want it back." I snapped before turning around and with the wave of my hand the doors flew open again and I exited to go back to the office.

I slid open the door and stepped inside and walked forward towards the desk. I pressed my palms against the edge and leaned into it as I took a few deep breaths to try to calm myself down. But it wasn't working well and I waved my hand to throw multiple objects from my desk and onto the hard floor, which created a crashing sound.

Then I heard her. She was just outside my office, rushing past as she heard the sounds of the crash. I silently groaned, shes already right here. I might as well talk to her about the fucking ships to get it over with so she can start first thing in the morning. Plus, I needed a small distraction, even if it's only for a few minutes.

I turned around and waved the door open, I stepped out to see her just about to turn a corner and I used the force to stop her movements, "Come here." I spoke to her in a much softer tone than what I used in the cafeteria.

She turned her head to look at me, "Well if you'd let me go I can."

I let out a sigh that almost came out at a growl, that attitude of hers is going to get her into trouble. I removed my hold on her and stepped back into my office. I walked over to the holotable and turned it on to show the image of the ship.

"I checked on the fighter." I spoke without looking at her as I kept my attention on the holographic image. "It was good." I praised her, "I want the rest done." She was standing a little close to me and I could smell her soft scented perfume, it was intoxicating.

"I'll start first thing in the morning." She spoke to pull me away from my thoughts that consisted of me pushing her up against the wall and fucking my stress away. Look at me, now I sound like Adam.

I swallowed nervously, "Good." I waved my hand to dismiss her since her presence was becoming difficult for me. I walked over to my desk and I could feel her curiosity about something, but I knew she was afraid to ask when she turned around to leave, "Wait," I stopped her and she slowly spun to meet my gaze. Her pretty (e/c) eyes shined with peculiarity, "You want to ask me something." I stated.

She nodded, "I was wondering what it is that you're missing."

Curiously; I asked, "Why does it matter?"

"How is anyone supposed to know what to look for if you don't tell them?" She questioned in an annoyed tone, but I could tell she was trying to sound respectful. Her attitude around me has shifted since when we first met, her fear diminishes with each meeting.

"Whoever took it knows." I responded as I leaned in my chair and folded my arms.

"Right, well that's all I wanted to say so I'll get out of your way now," She turned back to the door, but she paused as her head looked toward my couch, "Is it that?" She pointed towards an object that I couldn't see very well from where I was.

"Bring it to me." I demanded.

She walked over to the couch and picked something up, she admired it for a moment before bringing it over to me.

I took it from her grasp and my fingertips lightly brushed against her soft palm. I strangely wanted to touch her more, something about her was so.. calming.

I pulled away eyed the familiar object that I consider to be my greatest treasure. I came to the conclusion that one of the nights when I blacked out, I must've fallen asleep in the couch with it in my hand.

"Thanks." I mumbled as I opened the box and placed it neatly inside. I trailed my fingertips lightly on the beads before letting out a sad sigh and closing it.

I missed her so much.

"Was that it?" (y/n) asked and I nodded while putting the box back in the drawer where it belongs, "So you killed that man for no reason."

I smirked up at her, my mood was slightly better now that I had this back in my possession, "I wouldn't say for no reason, I didn't like what he was thinking." I shrugged nonchalantly. He called me a crazy fuck, not that he was wrong, but still only I get to call myself that.

"Doesn't everyone know that you can hear them?" She asked with knitted brows and I shook my head.

"I prefer that they didn't, it shows me who's loyal and who isn't," I lifted a ball that was on my desk with the force and began floating it above my palm, "So don't say anything unless you want to end up like him." I threatened without looking away from the ball. This ball once belonged to Ahsoka, floating it the way I'm going kow is something she always used to do in the training room while we talked for hours. I always wondered why she did it, now I do, it's relaxing.

That's two death threats in one day. A new record.

The corner of my mouth tugged into a slight smile that I'm sure she didn't notice from the angle I was sitting.

"I won't say anything." She turned away towards the door and I glanced towards her back.

As she was about to leave, my mind took me back to another thought that I heard. A thought of hers that I quietly suppressed because I didn't like what it reminded me of. "(y/n)."

I saw her movements stop, "Yes?"

"Sorry about your brother." I felt sympathy for her when I first heard her thoughts about her brother on day one. I know the pain of losing someone like that. It's been years since I lost Ahsoka and the pain still feels as fresh as the day it happened most of the time.

"Thanks." She mumbled low with a hint of pain to her voice. I knew that my words broke down a wall that she'd been holding up all day to protect herself, which wasn't my intention. But before I could say anything further, she was gone.

And oddly enough, I found myself missing her presence.

I don't know if it was because I liked the idea of having her here since her and I shared a common tragedy, or if it had to do with something else entirely.

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So glad I finally got this one done hehe these take so longg which is why I'm slower with them, but I hope you enjoyed it ♥️
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