Loth-kitten
Оттуда же. Я тут... покатаюсь немножко, простите.
He closes the file and the screen now shows Vader’s plans for the Tatooine campaign. Luke looks across the desk at the vacant chair on the other side. Such a short time ago, Vader was sitting right there, in this very room. His father had refused to show Luke his work, had password protected the file, but he must have not had time to save and close the battle plans before they arrived on Coruscant.
(Luke had tried to steal the datapad, pull it out of his father’s hands with the Force to take a peek, but Vader had just tightened his grip.
“I said you were not to be involved in any planning on this mission and I meant it, young one,” his father had insisted firmly.
Luke had rolled his eyes at that. “Who here knows his defenses better than me?”
Vader had lowered the pad and even through the mask, Luke could see his father wasn’t impressed with that argument. “Your intel is 20 plus years out of date. I am planning this campaign. Be grateful I am letting you come.”
“Letting me?” Luke had retorted indignantly. “This was my idea. I’m the one who helped kill him the first time.”
“That is why you get to come instead of staying with the fleet, despite the fact that your idea of good planning is getting yourself fed to carnivorous beasts. You’re welcome.”
Luke had made a mad grab for the datapad after that statement, but Vader had dodged, stood up, and held the datapad well out of non-Force assisted reach, radiating smugness.)
He closes the file and the screen now shows Vader’s plans for the Tatooine campaign. Luke looks across the desk at the vacant chair on the other side. Such a short time ago, Vader was sitting right there, in this very room. His father had refused to show Luke his work, had password protected the file, but he must have not had time to save and close the battle plans before they arrived on Coruscant.
(Luke had tried to steal the datapad, pull it out of his father’s hands with the Force to take a peek, but Vader had just tightened his grip.
“I said you were not to be involved in any planning on this mission and I meant it, young one,” his father had insisted firmly.
Luke had rolled his eyes at that. “Who here knows his defenses better than me?”
Vader had lowered the pad and even through the mask, Luke could see his father wasn’t impressed with that argument. “Your intel is 20 plus years out of date. I am planning this campaign. Be grateful I am letting you come.”
“Letting me?” Luke had retorted indignantly. “This was my idea. I’m the one who helped kill him the first time.”
“That is why you get to come instead of staying with the fleet, despite the fact that your idea of good planning is getting yourself fed to carnivorous beasts. You’re welcome.”
Luke had made a mad grab for the datapad after that statement, but Vader had dodged, stood up, and held the datapad well out of non-Force assisted reach, radiating smugness.)