There is nothing more tedious than standing in front of the Emperor
and Vader would very much like to choke the old fool now.

If he
didn’t need him, he would but there is still a long way for him to
go but Anakin, as the single true and loyal ‘Jedi’ can easily
assume the throne once he gets rid of the traitor.

And he
knows he’s a traitor.

Sidious
had promised him to save Padme.

You
did not need the person in front of you to preform Force rituals on
them, not really. Sidious should have saved her and the child’s
life… and he hadn’t.

Vader
suspected that Sidious never intended to save her life, to have
another cause for Anakin Skywalker to fall and remove another anchor
of support.

The
people he loved had been his strength and his weakness at the same
time and Vader knew it.

But
Force, the day he finally killed the melted bastard was going to be a
good one.

“So
you’ve returned from Tatooine with an omega,” The old goat
drawled, staring at Anakin from under the shadows of his hood, trying
to hide how badly disfigured his visage was from most of the crew of
the Fist. “Tell me Lord Vader, what are you doing with it?”

There
were a few coughs around the bridge.

Clearly
the troopers and natural borns had their own thoughts on and felt it
was a rather obvious what Vader wanted an omega for.

Instead
of reacting to the noise, Vader simply rose his own brow. “You
failed to save my mate as promised Emperor Palpatine,” He stated in
a dry and even tone, ignoring the stiffening around the bridge. The
why’s of how Vader came to work for Palpatine was not something
everyone knew. Vader didn’t care if they knew anymore, he had a
Jedi to hide. “I have grieved for my mate and our unborn child. I
am allowed to try again.” He settled on.

He had
been thinking about that as he got Obi-Wan comfortable in his
quarters.

How to
justify being gone and getting Obi-Wan onboard.

Simplest
way that Sidious would believe?

Claim
he had found himself an omega to rear children with.

Sidious
eyes were narrowed at him, the Emperor leaning forward. “You…
have a mate?” He stated slowly.

“An
omega,” Vader stated, crossing his arms over his chest as he raised
his chin. “My mate is gone.” He murmured a bit more quietly.

Let
Sidious get what he wanted from that.

It was
true.

Padme
was gone and Obi-Wan was an omega he had acquired.

Both
were truth and therefore the Force would not inform Sidious of it as
a lie or reveal Vader had found his old Jedi master.

“Hmm,”
Sidious sat back before nodding. “As you wish then Lord Vader. You
are to return to Coruscant now.”

The
holo call cut off before Vader could say anything and he rolled his
eyes.

For a
galactic emperor, that was petty behavior but instead of saying
anything, he inclined his head to Piett before turning, intent on
returning to his quarters.

To
Obi-Wan.

He was
sure to be awake by now.

()()()

Shuffling
slightly, Obi-Wan felt confusion slither into his veins.

Because
he was comfortable.

Tatooine
was never comfortable and even less so after a heat.

But in
this moment he was comfortably warm, he felt clean and not hungry or
thirsty.

Something
he had never been after a heat.

He was
resting on a mattress much too comfortable to be his, no animal furs
to warm him or the rough linens that he had managed to buy and he was
wearing clothes that felt far too big on him with a scent that
made Obi-Wan’s eyes water from the familiarity of it.

Confusion
gave way for horror as he sat up, the sheets pooling down around his
waist, eyes wide as he took in the sight of a karking ship quarters.
Large quarters to be sure but still ship quarters and worse of all,
he recognized them.

Not as
the ship quarters but by the interior.

The
droid parts scattered around, the tools, a black cape laying over a
chair.

And
than there was the scent and Force feel, darker than Obi-Wan was used
to but unmistakably familiar.

Before
he could think too much, the doors snapped open and Lord Vader
entered, the man pausing to blink at Obi-Wan as the Jedi pressed his
back to the headboard, staring in return.