My kingdom for a throat to choke...

Mood: Angry
Music: Ain't talkin bout love - Van Halen

If there's one thing I hate more than Moff Tarkin, it's this damn suit. Today I went for a briefing in the Imperial Palace with some of my subordinates, and problems with the oxygen levels in the respirator made me nearly pass out.

Inwardly, I could hear my master laughing...the smug look on Tarkin's face was all I needed to drive me over the edge.

Knowing I couldn't kill the man, at least not yet, I settled on walking out. My master said nothing, but I'm sure I'll more than pay for it later.

I took my TIE and screamed out towards the sanctity of deep space. The highlight of my day? Some rookie cop tried to flag me down for my disregard to the speed limits on ground level. Can you imagine? Darth Vader gets a speeding ticket?

I have to say that while it peeved me, it did give me a good laugh. I entertained the notion of tearing him to pieces, but settled for showing the man what piloting skills truly were. If he ever got close enough to actually obtain my clearance code, I can only imagine his reaction when he runs it through with intel on Coruscant.

It's soothing here in space...nothing around...the only sound being the constant blare of my stereo...but hey, it's not like I have hearing to protect anymore.

Or sight, or touch, or anything else for that matter...

Wish someone made "Kenobi in a can." Release your anger: Just add water...and a good Force choke.