With that, Padme stumbled away, leaving a very concerned golden droid alone to pick up the pieces. Hours later, Vader returned to his establishments after his meeting with the Emperor, and the Sith was anything but happy. He was pissed –raging. He was too high on power to feel anything around him. The darkness was boiling through his blood. It had been hours since Vader has killed the pest of the Rebellion, but yet he skill craved the taste of blood. He craved more death, more destruction. It had been far too long since he had been on the battlefield, and the small counts of death weren't doing anything to fulfill his hunger.
Immediately after leaving the Senator with her horror, Vader had instructed a lone trooper to escort her back to his establishments, before he had gone to his Master. He knew the Emperor would be displeased, especially after just punishing him for forgetting his place. He had acted without the Emperor's orders, and that would cost him. However, to Vader's surprise, when he arrived at his Master's office, Palpatine was beyond pleased, not because he had done it, but because the old man had expected it. He knew that Vader would need to do something to release his stress– do something to release his anger, and the old man know that would mean that someone would suffer. Again, anger surged inside Vader. When would he be free of being the old man's puppet? The answer… Not soon enough.
Vader knew it would be quite sometime before he could take the throne from his Master… before he could kill his Master and become his own Master for once in his life. The thought soothed Vader, but he knew he had much to accomplish till then. Skill, the old man's death could never come soon enough. He infuriated him almost as much as the senator, herself. The two were tired for the lead, but in incredibly different ways. Senator.
Wondering how his plan had played out, he reached out into the Force searching for his answer. Across his establishment's, he could feel the senator's force signature, and he couldn't help but to feel pleased with the results of his plans. It was everything he wanted, and more. Not only had he reminded her, but also broken her. She was weak, both physically and mentally. He could feel her fear and torment. But still, part of him was…
"Master!"
Vader paused in the hallway, pushing down his annoyance at being found. He slowly turned around to face the golden droid that was now directly behind him. He noted that 3PO had a worried look on his face, but knew better than to react.
"Yes, Threepio." He said, "What is it?"
"It's the Senator." "What of her?" Vader asked uncaringly, his annoyance and anger returning. Of course the problem would have to involve the senator, why wouldn't it? He didn't wait for 3PO to respond, hoping the droid would get the point that he didn't care. Instead, he turned forward and continued on his walk towards his room, hoping to be left alone. Unfortunately for Vader, 3PO followed.
"Something is wrong with her, Master." 3PO answered, his voice full of concern as he struggled to keep up with Vader.
"And?" Vader asked again, not seeing the significance of the conversation unfolding behind him.
"Well… She…." 3PO said stumbling over his words, not understanding why his Master didn't understand, "She just doesn't seem well." "I would be surprised if she did." Vader said simply as he entered his room and made his way over towards his dresser.
"Master, I'm afraid I don't understand." The droid said in utter confusion, as he paused before his Master."
Vader took his time giving a response to his droid, hoping to give a further message of his lack of interest in the conversation. He doubted 3PO would understand, but still, the silence gave him time to pull off his boots and shed of his cloak before he turned his attention back to the droid that remained in the room. "She's in shock, Threepio" he said finally, "She'll get over." He paused considering his words for a moment before adding, "Hopefully not anytime soon, but she will."
"You're not going to help her?" 3PO asked, a small amount of hurt in his voice. "That would be correct." Vader said, passing by the droid and crossing to the other side of his room. This time he hoped 3PO would get the message.
He didn't.
"Why?" Threepio pressed, following his Master instead of giving him any space.
Vader let out an annoyed sigh as he turned to face the droid, "Because unlike you, Threepio, I don't like her."
"I think you do like her," 3PO challenged, "and that's why you hate her so much."
"Remember your place, Threepio." Vader snapped, as he neared the droid. His height shadowing over the golden servant as he swung his finger in 3PO's face, "Your allegiance is to me, not her."
Unlike anyone else in his position, 3PO did not show fear. He remained in his place as he starred back at his angry Master. "What did you do to her, Master?" 3PO asked, knowing better than to continue on the way he had taken the subject.
"Let's just say," Vader said nonchalantly as he turned back to his room and away from 3PO, "I made her remember her place in the food chain."
"Remember her place?" 3PO exclaimed horrified, as the pieces of the puzzle finally seemed to be coming together, "I'm surprised she can remember anything at all. She's petrified. She has a fever and stood here ranting about how much she hated you and feared you. Talking about how you weren't human and a monster. "
"Good."
Threepio shook his head, as he took a step towards his Master, "Master Ana –" "Don't use that name, Threepio!" Vader's voice boomed, as he made his way back to in front of his droid in a matter of seconds.
"And why not?" 3PO challenged, refusing to yield, "It's the name you were born with. It's the name of the boy that created me. It's–"
"It's a name that no longer has any meaning to me." Vader snapped.
"No," 3PO disagreed, shaking his head, "It's the name of your true self. A man that you have forgotten."
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