Dark Deceptions // a Darth Vader x Reader

5 - Trouble

Piett grabbed my arm, gently leading me up to two of the younger looking imperials officers. He grinned, gesturing to me as the guys looked me up and down closely.

"Guys, this is Y/n! I told you she was coming," Piett explains. I smile softly, holding out my hand to shake each of their hands. They both chuckle, but shake my hand nonetheless.

"God, Piett here has been talking about you endlessly for the last week or so," the taller one says, chuckling. The shorter one laughs, nodding in agreement. Piett's face turns a bright red again as he scoffs, shaking his head.

"What?! I do not! I mean, that is not true!" He grumbles loudly, looking away in embarrassment and shyness. I giggled at his behavior, nudging him gently in the side. "Talking about me when I'm not around, huh?" I tease, causing him to turn even more red.

Most of the party was spent with Piett and I talking or drinking. A few of the troopers had smuggled in alcohol from a few patrol missions, and people were passing the bottles around. Piett and I had our own bottle of beer to share together.

We were in our own little area, just talking and drinking. I wasn't feeling overly drunk, but rather just a bit tipsy. Piett on the other hand, was becoming drunk very quickly. He was laughing loudly, stumbling over his words, and gripping my arm as if I was going to slip out of his hand at any moment. 

"And that's when I knew that I was going to be an imperial! Although now, I do regret it sometimes. But then I wouldn't have met you, so I guess it's okay." He explained, chuckling as his hand squeezed my arm once again. He had been talking about his life and how he ended up here on the Death Star. He was such an interesting person, and I found myself hanging on to his every word.

I just listened to his story, smiling and nodding. He was rather talkative when he had alcohol in his system. It was different than his usual self, but I rather liked this side of him. He was loose and relaxed, rather than uptight and firm.

As he took the bottle out of my hand to take a swig, I glanced around. The party had severely grown since we first got here. It went from maybe 20 people to around 120 in the span of two hours. Everyone was much louder, alongside the music and chatter. The echoing of the noise was extremely loud considering we were inside of a hangar, as well.

Within seconds, everything changed. The hangar doors slammed open and a bunch of stormtroopers in their gear stormed in. People around us started to panic, scrambling to run and hide. Piett's eyebrows shot up at the commotion, fear washing over his previously relaxed expression.

He tightened his grip on my arm, dropping the bottle onto the ground and turning to usher me behind one of the crates we had just been standing next to. We crouched down beneath it, hiding quietly as I suddenly heard his voice.

"This is ridiculous!" Vader booms loudly, his footsteps heard from even where we were hiding. Piett looked at me, eyes wide with sobriety and fear. "Each and every single one of you come out right now!"

For a moment, we stayed put. But then Piett nodded and we both stood on our feet. "It's better to be caught alive than end up dead when he actually finds us." Piett whispered, following me as I walked out from behind the crate.

Vader's back was to us, hands on his hips and a subtle tension within his body. He was wearing his usual black robe with boots and pants. His hood was not up, his golden, unruly curls running freely down his neck.

As soon as we were completely unhidden, he turned and looked at us. His eyes were on me, narrowing at the sight of me. Slowly, he lifted his gloved hand, pointing a finger at me and glancing at a few nearby troopers.