𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙠𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

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part 2 of • him •, back by popular demand x

all credit to _skywalker33_ for requesting the first instalment !

another long, smutty read 💋

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A few months had passed since your first night with Darth Vader. Kaster was suspicious of your immediate promotion, but she kept her opinions to herself when she learnt that the previous General had been killed.

Nobody was aware that your relationship with Vader ran much deeper than colleagues. Though they knew that you were the closest person to him in that you were Vader's right-hand woman and the only person who truly knew his every move and motive, they wouldn't dare to even think anything more of your acquaintance with him.

"Blasters are all accounted for, minus the three that the Rebels stole," Kaster detailed, reading from her tablet. "Four grenades were taken from inventory; three went off, one is still unaccounted for. My guess is the two survivors took it with them."

You nodded, trying to hide how much you loved that it was her reporting to you rather than vice versa anymore. "The damage?"

She sighed, "For some reason, they targeted the hangar. It's completely destroyed, along with 65% of our battleships. We managed to salvage some of them."

Before you could respond, everyone in the crisis room suddenly went quiet, their eyes wide. You turned around to see none other than Darth Vader stood at the door, his lightsaber ignited by his side. He turned it off and put it back into the holster in his belt before stepping into the room, and you could tell that he was pissed by his demeanour. 

"What happened?" He asked, nothing but the sound of his mechanic suit filling the silence. "Why were we not better prepared for the events that unfolded tonight?"

"Lord Vader," Commander Lyson began, stepping in front of you. "They seemed to know all our weak spots."

"Why do we have weak spots?" Vader questioned, suddenly holding out his hand and force-choking Lyson.

"Not weak spots; Commander Lyson misspoke," Kaster interjected quickly, clutching her tablet to her chest. "Although the Rebels' attack was strong and forceful, we regained control of the situation and all but the two survivors have been terminated."

"Survivors?" Vader repeated, almost scaring even you as Lyson floated in front of you, choking. "There were survivors?" Turning to you, his other fist clenched. "General Y/L/N, you let two of those Rebel scum get away?"

"They escaped on one of our battleships before we had the chance to zero in on them," You explained, shaking your head. "We were preoccupied with stopping the other Rebels from completely demolishing the Death Star to worry about a couple of them leaving."

Vader dropped Lyson to the ground who lay there, whimpering, and stormed over to you. "You have an entire army at your disposal, General. Have I not provided you with enough resources to make sure that an attack like this is controlled immediately and efficiently?" He was angry, and he was taking it out on you. He had never done so before, and had even gone so far as to ignore your mistakes in the past - you weren't the only one in the room who was surprised at the focus of his anger on you. 

The Stormtroopers and Kaster stood silently, all of them unable to process what was going on. They were so used to Vader going easy on you that seeing him chastise you was unfathomable.