Short chapter this time. I just had to go back and change one detail. Minor issue. :D

Madness. Pure madness. The executor was in chaos. Officers were slacking off and doing exactly what they wanted to do… which was nothing. Ozzel, who had just arrived at the bridge, tried desperately to get the crew under control and back on task. Try as he might, no one listened to him. They continued their conversations, games and whatever else they were doing. He knew what Lord Vader would think if he saw what was happening. When he thought about it, he hadn't heard Vader all day. That was odd.

"Piett." He called.

"Yes sir?"

"Have you seen or heard from Lord Vader today?"

"No sir. I haven't seen him. The last time I saw him was yesterday." The shorter man replied.

"Do you think he went somewhere?"

Piett shrugged. "He may have. It's not like he owes us an explanation for every trip that he makes."

Ozzel's eyes narrowed a bit at this remark. "We'll give it some time. If he's not back soon, we'll have to find him."

Piett didn't like the idea of lookingfor Lord Vader. In his opinion, Ozzel was just being nosy and maybe a bit paranoid due to the fact that the ship was in chaos. He decided that Ozzel was more worried that Vader would see the ship in this state before he could get it under control. Besides, it wasn't like Vader was stuck on some strange planet with a bunch of boneheads. How much trouble could he possibly be in?

Earth.

Vader stood in the doorway of the little house waiting for the girls to recover from their shock. He shifted awkwardly.

"So…" Sam began. "I see you thought about what I said."

Vader nodded.

Sam looked at him a bit. He reminded her of someone in a way.

Stephanie said nothing. She simply stared.

Vader had indeed taken his mask off. It was a strange sight. The dimension shift must have had a greater effect on him than Sam thought. He seemed to hold some the external scars from the burns, but lacked the internal injuries. Vader noticed the look on Sam's face and held out his hands. One mechanical, the other flesh and blood.

Sam's face lit up in awe. "How?" she asked.

Vader shrugged. "I dunno."

Sam shook her head, trying to wrap her mind around the sight before her. There stood Vader. The Darth Vader clad in…of all things, jeans and a Darth Vader t-shirt. He saw the smirk forming as Sam looked at his shirt and glared at her.

"It was all I could find." He grunted.

"I understand." Sam nodded, the smirk turning into a grin.

Vader rolled his eyes. "So… what are we eating."

"Food… Oh, this is my sister, Stephanie." Sam stated and walked toward her house.

Vader groaned and looked at Stephanie who started to follow Sam. "Is she this much of a pain… all of the time?"

Stephanie smiled. "Yep. Always has been. Good to meet you."

"You too."

So there it is. I'm sorry that my description of Vader is so vague. I plan to go into more detail in the next chapter.