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

With all of the visitors to his office yesterday, Anakin had not had a chance to get down to the flight shed to reconfigure it for next week's class. He made a trip back to the island, grabbed last night's radio broadcast, and headed down to the shed as he listened.

...and then he had to make a detour to Turtle and Canary to pick up bleach and a sponge and some lye and a shovel to kill a boyfriend with.

So now Anakin was in the shed, cleaning like a fiend in between leaving slightly incoherent messages on certain people's voicemail, and wondering if he could set the sock he'd just found on fire with the power of his brain.

Taunt the Jedi at your peril, but the flight shed's doors were wide open.

Anakin was hard at work at his desk: plastic balls, lots of glitter, soft music playing...

Yes, he'd decided that Jaina's Luke's future child was going to be spoiled rotten, so he was back to making toys for a Force-sensitive infant.

He'd welcome an interruption, though.

All Over Again - Ronan Keating and Kate Rusby

Anakin was in his office forming glitter solar systems.

It only looked like he was bored.

He'd tell you he was practicing Very Important Jedi Things.

He'd be full of it.

What If - Coldplay

Vader stomped from his house over to where his TIE was kept.

Stupid Emperor.

Stupid Death Star.

Stupid Endor.

He didn't want to spend days stuffed into a one-man fighter and flying back to a different galaxy to kill a few Stormtroopers.

But he'd learned his lesson over the winter break.

He would do what was expected. The Emperor didn't allow for other mistakes.

A few moments later and the TIE was winging its way towards the atmosphere.

[OOC: That Vader's gone, totally fine. Where he's going...not so much.]

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.