The diary of lord vader. · Y/n story by @Kikio20

The air in Darth Vader’s private quarters was cold, sterile, and silent save for the low hum of the Death Star’s life support systems. Two white-armored stormtroopers moved with stiff, deliberate care, one polishing the dark metallic surfaces of the meditation chamber, the other running a sonic cleanser over the seamless black floor.

TK-421

Keep the circular motions. Inspector’s due after shift.

TK-7834

I am. You think I want a demotion to trash compactor duty?

TK-7834, Lastok, worked his way along the base of a large, featureless durasteel cabinet. His gloved fingers brushed against something that wasn’t smooth alloy. A slight lip, a hidden seam.

TK-7834

Huh.

He applied pressure. With a soft hiss, a small, concealed drawer slid open. Inside, resting on a plain black cloth, was a book. Not a datapad. A physical object, bound in soft black leather.

TK-421

What is that?

TK-7834

reaches in and carefully lifts it out It’s… a notebook.

On the cover, held in place by a thin strip of synth-leather, was a single, slightly faded flimsiplast photograph. It showed a woman with kind eyes and a warm smile, her hair caught in a soft breeze somewhere green and alive.

TK-421

Is that…?

TK-7834

Don’t say it.

He turned the book over in his hands. No title. No markings. Just the image of the Lady Vader, smiling up from the palm of his white plastoid glove.