![[DARK] Darth's Day Off: Vader to Onahole by Transviscera](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/87684d17-8b34-4054-a6cc-9b9e97dcb44a/dg3wq9y-5bf2dabb-b9a1-411f-9218-92b32ed7a167.png/v1/fit/w_150,h_150,q_70,strp/_dark__darth_s_day_off__vader_to_onahole_by_transviscera_dg3wq9y-150.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTAyNCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzg3Njg0ZDE3LThiMzQtNDA1NC1hNmNjLTliOWU5N2RjYjQ0YVwvZGczd3E5eS01YmYyZGFiYi1iOWExLTQxMWYtOTIxOC05MmIzMmVkN2ExNjcucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMjQifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.TixrCnhUUD5n-S1ZCFX4LskLHe076aL5rs-HxBRsB2A)
The man, tall and handsome with a rakish swagger, slammed and bolted the door behind him before pressing his ear to the metal, listening to the clatter of stormtrooper boots charging down the corridor outside. The man's body language told Vader all he needed to know - that this was a rebel hiding from the law.
Vader’s mechanical heart sank as the sound of the stormtroopers faded. He recalled commanding the troops himself that Captain Rex’s quarters were never to be entered when the door was bolted, on penalty of death. Now he was trapped in here, alone, with this scoundrel, and nobody was coming to save him.
“Hullo, what do we have here?” the man said, his eyes falling on the squirming doll.
Vader thrust out an arm towards the man's windpipe to crush it in his force grip. All that happened was his shoulder stump gave a little wiggle. Without a limb to channel his powers through, he was helpless. He had served himself up to the rebellion on a silk cushion.
His only hope now lay in deception.
“I am…. a sex droid," Vader said.
“That so?” the man replied, raising an understandably dubious eyebrow at the deep, dominant timbre that boomed from the diminutive sexdoll like a peal of distant thunder. "Aren't you a little husky for a sex droid?"
Swallowing his pride, Vader doubled down, grateful that the electronic voice modulator failed to parse his shame. “I am the property of the 501st legion. I am used for the relief of the troops.” The scoundrel stepped closer, reaching for the pistol slung across his hip. For the first time in many years, Vader felt fear, knowing he was going to die here, a most ignoble end to the Galaxy's chosen one. “May I service you today?" he blurted desperately, trying to emulate the obedient phrase a droid might speak to its master.
It had been asked as a hypothetical. As a lopsided grin grew on the man’s face, Vader knew it had been taken as an invitation. His hand swept past his holster to the buckle of his belt.
“Looks like my luck is starting to change,” Han Solo winked.