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The first time Tagge found an officer tied up and left in a remarkably odd location (third deck laundry room? Really?), he thought the man had just angered the wrong mechanic or something.

The second time, he blamed the Astarte Twins. Aiolin and Morit went out of their way to torment Vader, after all, and one or two of these poor souls had worked closely with Vader.

The third time he went on a rather impressive five minute tirade about security, and there were mass demotions. Now he was paranoid, just waiting for the next incident. He'd sent Vader and Cylo's many bizarre apprentices throughout the ship to find any evidence of intruders while they were docked above a nondescript planet for refueling.

Vader sensed the breach and was on his way before anyone had the slightest inkling of anything being amiss. A blinding flare of light in the Force was hard to miss, after all, and where one twin went the other often followed. He was amazed at their boldness -- and their foolishness, for to infiltrate the very destroyer he was stationed on would be seen as a death wish by most -- and was surprised that he did not sense Kenobi as well.

Vader rounded the corner and took a service corridor to shorten the journey, placing him in front of a maintenance door just as it slid open, revealing a hapless officer bound and gagged. To the man's left, a grinning boy brandished an unlit lightsaber hilt and jovially threatened to destroy his work station. To his right, a petite girl ejected a data chip from the console and tucked it into her belt with a matching smirk.

Both whirled to face the door in unison and the smiles fell away. Jaws clenched, muscles tightened, eyes filled with anger and trepidation, and there was an unspoken challenge to see who would speak first. Vader could almost see the memories of Alderaan in his daughter's eyes as she glared up at him defiantly. He regretted very few things about his career as a Sith, but not killing Tarkin was one of them.

His gaze slid from his children to the terrified Imperial and back again, considering. No, there were too many enemies aboard. He sensed those infernal Astarte Twins closing in, and an opportunity to make their lives difficult presented itself.

Vader drew back with an exaggerated flourish and gestured to the man between his twins. "Carry on."

He turned and stalked away, leaving the muffled protests of the prisoner (who the Astartes would almost certainly kill in their irate fervor) and two baffled rebels in his wake.

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The first time Tagge found an officer tied up and left in a remarkably odd location (third deck laundry room? Really?), he thought the man had just angered the wrong mechanic or something.

The second time, he blamed the Astarte Twins. Aiolin and Morit went out of their way to torment Vader, after all, and one or two of these poor souls had worked closely with Vader.

The third time he went on a rather impressive five minute tirade about security, and there were mass demotions. Now he was paranoid, just waiting for the next incident. He'd sent Vader and Cylo's many bizarre apprentices throughout the ship to find any evidence of intruders while they were docked above a nondescript planet for refueling.

Vader sensed the breach and was on his way before anyone had the slightest inkling of anything being amiss. A blinding flare of light in the Force was hard to miss, after all, and where one twin went the other often followed. He was amazed at their boldness -- and their foolishness, for to infiltrate the very destroyer he was stationed on would be seen as a death wish by most -- and was surprised that he did not sense Kenobi as well.

Vader rounded the corner and took a service corridor to shorten the journey, placing him in front of a maintenance door just as it slid open, revealing a hapless officer bound and gagged. To the man's left, a grinning boy brandished an unlit lightsaber hilt and jovially threatened to destroy his work station. To his right, a petite girl ejected a data chip from the console and tucked it into her belt with a matching smirk.

Both whirled to face the door in unison and the smiles fell away. Jaws clenched, muscles tightened, eyes filled with anger and trepidation, and there was an unspoken challenge to see who would speak first. Vader could almost see the memories of Alderaan in his daughter's eyes as she glared up at him defiantly. He regretted very few things about his career as a Sith, but not killing Tarkin was one of them.

His gaze slid from his children to the terrified Imperial and back again, considering. No, there were too many enemies aboard. He sensed those infernal Astarte Twins closing in, and an opportunity to make their lives difficult presented itself.

Vader drew back with an exaggerated flourish and gestured to the man between his twins. "Carry on."

He turned and stalked away, leaving the muffled protests of the prisoner (who the Astartes would almost certainly kill in their irate fervor) and two baffled rebels in his wake.