Darth Vader Goes to Therapy

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Since he didn't have another appointment with Vader for another few days, Luke decided to do some exploring.

He told himself it was for professional reasons. He even brought little business cards with him. If he was going to be here, he was determined to help as many people that needed it. Considering his interactions with the commanding officer thus far, he had a strong suspicion that there were plenty of people who needed his help.

But if he was honest with himself, it was really because he wanted to see the famed Executor up close and personal.

If he'd had the opportunity to choose, he would have joined the navy. Ships were his fascination. He often liked to say flying was in his blood. It was an instinct that he'd picked up immediately at a young age. It was like breathing.

Maybe one day, when he'd saved up enough, he could retire and own his own ship. He'd go out and see the galaxy...the thought made him sigh with envy. That day was a long way away though.

At least there was plenty to look at on the Lady Executor. Too much, in fact. It became obvious within the first fifteen minutes that this ship was way too large to tour in a single day. He'd probably leave the ship without having seen everything. But it also didn't help that he stopped to quietly observe and piece together functions every once in a while.

After a while, his stomach started to rumble, and he realized he didn't actually know where the mess hall was. He'd thus far had his food delivered, since there was a delivery service on board, but if he wanted to find potential clients, he needed to get social and make his presence known.

He wandered, but every hallway looked the same. There weren't any maps or signs that pointed the way, so he took his best guess based on what looked like it might be something a mess hall was nearby. Except that was a stupid way to look for something, and he only made himself hopelessly lost.

"Excuse me," He tried to stop a patrolling trooper, "Where might I find the mess hall?"

"Over by the crew's quarters." Was the brisk reply.

Luke...had no idea where that was. "Oh...uh, where--?"

But the stormtrooper had already marched off.

So much for being helpful, Luke thought. It wasn't like the Rebellion was going to show up in the hallways of Darth Vader's flagship. What else did he even have to do, anyway?

Except that none of the troopers he tried to stop were very helpful.

"You're on the wrong side of the ship, kid."

"Okay, but what side--aaaannnd you're gone." Luke frowned before picking the opposite direction of where he'd been going and headed that way.

Which was useless.

"Excuse me--" He tried with another trooper, only to be flat out ignored.

Was rudeness a required trait to work on Vader's flagship? Was it some kind of defense mechanism to protect themselves from a harsh boss?

By the time he gave up, his feet were sore and his stomach was practically gnawing on itself. He leaned against the wall, head pressed into his arm, groaning as he stared down at the floor. Where even was he? This is what he got for being too curious. Uncle Owen always said his curiosity would get him killed one day. He just hadn't assumed it would be by starving to death while lost on a Super Star Destroyer.

Something bumped against his boot. His gaze shifted, and he found a little black mouse droid. It squeaked inquisitively, and he smiled, breaking away from the wall to kneel down before it. "Hey there little one." He reached out and gently patted the top of the droid. It gave a pleased squeak and he chuckled. "Sorry to interrupt your routine."