𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙠𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

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requested by _skywalker33_ xx

this is a non-burnt, fully-limbed (besides the mechanic arm) darth vader - and don't ask how, just forget everything you know about the last 30 mins of revenge of the sith (and that one scene in return of the jedi)-

btw this is v smutty and pretty long (over 4600 words yikes) hehe

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"And then, once you've completed those duties, your final task of the day is to take the daily status report to Lord Vader," Kaster explained sternly, staring me down as she spoke. "You pick the report up from my office, and you make sure to hand-deliver it to him. Do not depend on a droid or one of the Troopers to do it; this is a highly sensitive task which, if not performed correctly, will end in the termination of your contract."

You didn't know why something as bleak-sounding as a status report seemed to hold such importance, but as it was your first day on the job, you just nodded. "Got it."

"Good," She said curtly. "Now, get on with it."

You spent the rest of the day doing the tasks on your agenda, including making sure any damaged equipment or uniforms had been noted down and sent to the technicians, and taking inventory of the Death Star's arsenal of weapons.

During your lunch break, you found an empty pod to sit in and eat alone, seeing as you were still incredibly intimidated by your colleagues. It seemed as though they hadn't had a new employee in years, so they were pretty standoffish and cold when they met you.

The door to the pod opened which almost stopped your heart, but you stood up to see it was a Stormtrooper. He removed his helmet and gave you a warm smile; the first nice gesture you had been shown all day.

"Why are you eating in here?" He asked, stepping into the pod. "We have a designated mess room. Have you not been given a tour?"

"No, I have," You said, putting down your food. "I just... It's a little awkward, being the new girl, and all."

"Ah," He replied with a knowing nod. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you. I, for one, love meeting new people."

You were surprised at how nice he was being as you assumed all the Stormtroopers were just killing machines, but you took his outstretched hand and shook it. "My name is Y/N. Thanks for being so nice."

"You can call me MT-3192. And don't get used to it; kindness is a rare commodity in this place," He said with a smile.

"Trust me, I know," You replied with a laugh. "My boss is such a headache."

"Try working for mine," He joked, to which you snorted.

"Of course; you work for him," You said with a hushed tone, your eyes wide. "What's he like?"

"Like you'd expect," He answered with a shrug. "Doesn't talk much. When he does, he's angry."

"I have to deliver his daily report," You said, your nerves building up. "I'm terrified I'll do or say something wrong. One hair out place and he'd probably laser-sword my head off."

"There's nothing to worry about," MT-3192 assured you. "As long as you're not late, incompetent, or a mole, you and him will get along fine."