"I can't believe they let you teach."

Darth Vader stalked towards the command center of the Executor, trying to shake the feeling he'd had since yesterday that he should've been somewhere else.

"We've found the Millennium Falcon, my lord," an interchangeable Imperial officer squeaked from the comm desk.

"You're certain this time?" Vader snarled. "You aren't the first person to sit in that chair and tell me that news."

The officer swallowed hard. He knew exactly how many people had held this job before him, and it wasn't a small number. Darth Vader had been in a murderously bad mood--even for him--ever since he'd returned from Imperial Center. "Yes, my lord," he said. "One of the bounty hunters--" his voice took on a note of disdain, "reported that the ship was spotted on Bespin."

Vader stared at the officer for a long moment before nodding sharply. "Set our course for Bespin, then," he said, then swept out of the room.

The entire crew let out a breath they didn't know they'd been holding.