#pray for piett

[ari-leah-arts]

The image Palpatine receives upon asking Vader “What’s your ETA”.

[pianopadawan]

I was reading the script of Empire Strikes Back for various reasons and came across this:

That pretty much sums up their interactions throughout the movie but damn the screenwriters literally wrote it into the script.

[galactic-empire-incorrect-quotes]

New employee: So what’s it like working for Darth Vader and Emperor Palpatine?

Piett: It’s like I’m on a life support machine and they keep pulling the plug out to charge their phones.

[sinvulkt]

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Original Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Luke Skywalker & Darth Vader, Firmus Piett & Luke Skywalker, Firmus Piett & Darth Vader Characters: Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader, Darth Vader, Luke Skywalker, Firmus Piett Additional Tags: Crash Landing, Angst, Crack Treated Seriously, Crack, Forced Camping Trips, Dysfunctional Family, Dysfunctional Relationships, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Vaderkin-centric, Animal Attack, Darth Vader Has Issues, Luke Skywalker Needs A Hug, Canon-Typical Limb Loss, POV Alternating, Darth Vader A+ parenting, camping trip AU, And befriend Luke, The Force is doing favoritism, Pray For Piett, He will need it, even if he is not here yet, Darth Vader Needs a Hug, or to stop losing importants part of himself, like limbs, Bespin hasn't happened yet, But Luke destroyed the death star and Vader knows he is his son, Temporary Amnesia, very temporary, It’s more like... blow on the head confusion, Protective Luke, Sunshine Luke Skywalker Summary:

As all good Skywalker stories does, this story begins with a crash. For once, it's not Anakin's (Vader's) fault; or so he would say.

Luke very much wish he hadn't crashed and gotten stuck with his father's murderer, Vader is glad to finally have his son in his hands, and Piett swear he will never again participate in straws draw. Maybe something might be revealed during the trip?

[musewrangler]

[Why do you not tell him you know?] Artoo asked immediately. He was rolling back and forth across Vader’s sparsely furnished quarters, dragging his little arm against the bulkhead as he did so and creating a deeper and deeper scratch in the finish.

Metal bastard.

“Because that would reveal who I am,” Vader answered, striding to the viewport. “And Bail Organa has plenty to worry about without adding my intention to destroy Palpatine.”

[He also wishes to destroy the putrid evil sack,] Artoo pointed out. [You have similar purpose.]

“Lady,” Vader said looking up. He found himself needing to sigh frequently these days and his regulated breathing did not allow for that relief. “Adjust my quarters.”

She complied immediately to make the atmosphere breathable. He removed his helmet and mask once more, contemplating when he could bring Henley into this in order to see what repairs could be done to his flesh as well as his mechanical parts.

“That is true to an extent, Artoo,” he said, breathing as deeply as he could to adjust. It was painful, but bearable, and the relief of controlling his breathing was always worth it.

How little control he had had over his own life for so many years now.

“But Organa could not hide his knowledge from the Emperor. There will come a time to let him know my plans. But when I do, it will not only be Organa, but the Rebellion if all goes as I hope. Which leads me to ask again , where is Kenobi?”

[ Obviously,] the maddening bolt bucket answered, rolling his camera. [He did not take me with him. So I do not have that information.]

[ask-sad-ghost-piett]

General Veers, you are not allowed to vote in this poll. I want to hear from unbiased sources.

- Admiral Piett

[mnmovdoom]

DAY 28 - Anger Born of Worry (SW: Luke Skywalker & Darth Vader)

Piett had spent a few years under Lord Vader’s command, and he was familiar with his commanding methods. Lord Vader not only commanded from the front, most times he was the front. Some thought Lord Vader was protecting his troops; others thought Lord Vader was simply demonstrating his power and that he didn’t need anyone to help him win battles - whatever Lord Vader’s reasons might be, it was highly effective for troop morale and enemy demotivation. Besides being a successful commander, Lord Vader was also a rather reckless fighter, especially when it came to flying. His stunts and bold manoeuvres that would kill most men never failed to bring awe to his troops and terror to his enemies.  

As such, for the Imperial forces of the 501st, it was perfectly normal to see Lord Vader fly out in his TIE, or see him in a battlefield. It was perfectly normal to see Lord Vader perform impossible deeds and survive what killed mere mortals.

But young Luke had only been with his father for a few months now, and understandably, he was not used to Lord Vader’s methods. And recklessness.

Consequently, it was only natural that Luke was beyond himself. Which, in Piett’s opinion, was absolutely terrifying. Luke had such a sunny disposition, Luke always had a kind smile and friendly words to give, that seeing him angry was like something out of a nightmare. Luke’s voice thundered through the hangar, and though his target was Lord Vader alone, everyone else unlucky enough to be in the hangar at that moment was absolutely petrified -  Veers was actually discreetly shielding his troopers.

And all because, during the brief skirmish against opposing forces, Lord Vader was injured doing what he did best: charging against the enemy at the head of his troops.

(A head at the end of a very long neck, that is.)

Piett and everyone in that hangar had seen Lord Vader in much worse condition. Right now, Lord Vader was lacking an arm, the durasteel of his legs was on display through his ripped suit, his breathing was louder and ragged, and the control panel on his chest was sparking ominously, with a few wires hanging loose. And yet, Lord Vader was standing, having just jumped out of his battered TIE fighter and seemingly as shocked as everyone else by Luke’s anger. Maybe, part of that anger stemmed from Lord Vader’s strict orders for Luke to remain in the Executor as the ship’s commanding officer.

(Luke had very humbly asked for Piett’s help because he had never been in command of a proper ship and of so many people.)

For five minutes, Luke kept shouting about how Lord Vader was insanely reckless. The more exalted he became about the state Lord Vader was in, and about how the fuselage of his TIE fighter looked like a sieve, and about how Lord Vader had an Empire to pacify so he couldn’t get himself killed, the heavier the atmosphere in the hangar became. Crates trembled, lights flickered, and Piett noticed a scared pilot and a terrified trooper holding each other’s hands tightly.

And as abruptly as Luke had marched into the hangar with Piett to welcome the troops - and to shout at Lord Vader - Luke turned around and stormed off. Immediately, the lights stabilised, the crates stopped shaking, and the atmosphere became breathable again.

Everyone tried very hard not to stare at Lord Vader - Piett tried very hard, but he just couldn’t take his eyes off the new Emperor, who stood there, petrified and stunned by his son’s uncharacteristic outburst. For a moment, it was almost like Piett could see confusion flashing on the dusty surface of Lord Vader’s expressionless mask.

Like he really couldn’t understand what had prompted such a reception from his son.

“If… If I may, Lord Vader?” Veers asked, stepping away from the troopers he had been discreetly shielding. All attention - especially Lord Vader’s - was now on Veers, who cleared his throat and maintained an impeccable posture. “I believe Commander Skywalker is exceedingly worried about you.”

A wave of agreeing murmurs arose among those at the hangar who were parents. And while Piett didn’t have children, he had to agree that worry explained young Luke’s actions. Even though he and Lord Vader had been apart all of Luke’s life and had been on opposite sides of the war, it was well-known that Luke loved his father very much - just like Lord Vader loved his son more than life.

Without acknowledging Veers, Lord Vader left the hangar, heading the same direction as Luke. His rhythmical breathing was off and he was walking with a limp, yet that took away none of his imposing presence. His departure broke the trance, and soon the hangar erupted to life, with pilots and technicians coming to and fro and troopers leaving and droids and engineers rolling in to fix whatever there was to fix. With everything back on track, Piett exchanged a greeting with Veers and turned his back to return to the bridge.

In the meantime, Vader was making his way as fast as he could to his personal quarters, following the turmoil in the Force caused by Luke. The anger clogging their bond was actually making Vader sick, not just because it came from Luke - which in itself was wrong - but especially because of how raw it was. He had forgotten that Luke had that anger in himself, and while Vader wanted his son to learn how to use it, he didn’t want it to consume him.

In the back of his mind, he kept Veers’ explanation in a loop, but wasn’t particularly focused in analysing it yet. His main concern was to find Luke and calm him down.

As soon as he walked in his quarters, he found Luke standing by the viewport of the hall where Vader usually received his officers. Luke didn’t turn around when the door swished open, nor when Vader approached him. His arms were crossed over his chest, and when Vader stopped next to him and looked at his face, even through the tinted lenses he could see that Luke’s eyes were moist. Not only that, his jaw was clenched and his lips were pressed tightly, with a downward turn that reminded Vader of their fight on Bespin.

“You are still angry,” Vader pointed out, finally getting Luke to slowly look up at him, scowling. “General Veers pointed out that you are worried, and the Force confirms his words.”

And again, Luke snapped, angry and fuming and baring his teeth in a way that would’ve made Vader proud some time ago, but that now simply saddened him.

“Of course I’m worried, father!! You’re my father, you’re the Emperor, and you just… look at yourself!!!”

“Your worry is misplaced, my son. I have the Force, and no weapon can-”

“And you told me to stay here!!! What if something had happened, father??” Luke was shouting again, and for a moment, liquid gold swirled in the blue of Luke’s irises. “What if-”

Gently, Vader rested his only hand on Luke’s shoulder, flooding their bond with calm. Tension lingered in the air between them for a couple of seconds, but then Luke exhaled and looked down, seemingly shrinking.

“Do not hold onto something that did not happen, my son,” Vader said, his voice gentle despite the broken vocoder and the static. He cupped Luke’s cheek and tilted his head up, to see that Luke’s eyes were moister now:

“I just found you, father. I can’t lose you…” Luke muttered in a small voice. “When you climbed off your TIE, I… I was so worried - I still am, that you’re seriously injured, and that something like this will happen and I won’t be there and-”

Luke didn’t finish, instead throwing himself into Vader’s chest and hugging him around the middle of his back. With a sigh, Vader rested his hand on Luke’s head.

“Your worry is misplaced, my son. We will be fine,” he promised.

[bolithesenate]

no thoughts head empty someone should do the kessel run with a star destroyer

[livesoffcoco]

Is it weird I want to add Piett into my fic rewrite? Where he was just so loyal to Vader and actually liked working for him that he follows luke around? Sure. Am I gonna do it anyways? Yes.

[25centsoda]

Out of the Night - SW Fanfic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40008342

For the wonderful @kittandchips for @ladyvader23 ‘s Luke & Vader Springish-Summerish Fic Exchange!

Summary: Leia and Han sneak on the Executor to rescue Luke after his capture two weeks ago, but something's off. It's almost like he doesn't want to leave...

Excerpt:

Luke had been right, when he told her about all that time ago when he first came to rescue her on the Death Star; it really was difficult to see out of stormtrooper helmets. Leia had no idea how they managed to do anything with these stupid buckets on.

She waved Han forward, and he joined her in the alcove. Artoo, painted black to match the other droids on the Executor , detached from the computer port next to her.

“Okay,” she said quietly, “Artoo said that there’s a secret set of rooms up ahead, and I’ll bet that’s where he’s keeping Luke.”

[armitage-hux-dameron]

OOC: New Crack RP Blog

This is exactly what it looks like. Satisfy all your Imperial seance needs now @ask-sad-ghost-piett.

Mun watched Empire Strikes Back with a large group of fans recently and thereby got introduced to the #prayforpiett tag among other things in the Galactic Empire subset of the fandom. I am now on a crack plot bunny spiral.

[ari-leah-arts]

~Windows Shutdown Noise~

Lord_Vader.exe has stopped responding, end task, or wait?

Piett doubts his insurance covers “crushed by 300lb Embodiment of The Black Parade”.

[pianopadawan]

This chapter could describe basically any event in Piett's life to be honest...

[galactic-empire-incorrect-quotes]

[sinvulkt]

OT - Cursed into a dog

Summary: On Empire Life’s day, Vader disappeared. That same day, the Emperor paraded with a black dog leashed to his side, its muzzle forcibly shut and its fur darker than the blackest durasteel.

Notes:

Dog!Vader

Era: Original Trilogy

Characters: Firmus Piett, Darth Vader, Luke Skywalker. 

Main tropes: Non-consensual Animal Transformation, Angst, Happy Ending

Snippet:

One day his Superior in command disappeared and the Death Squadron was disbanded. The same day, the Emperor began to show off his new black dog. On the rare occasion Piett was unlucky enough to accompany his new superior to the throne room, he could see the beast snarl and bite as it struggled against its chains. The binds remained strong and each time, the dog’s struggle was in vain. 

Piett wondered about the way the dog tensed when Palpatine gave it an order. He wondered about how sometimes the dog looked into his eyes and seemed to see Piett’s soul. He wondered about Darth Vader’s mysterious disappearance. Piett wondered about a great many things, but he knew better than to open his mouth. The Empire gave lethal rewards for free speech.

Months laters, the rebellion won and the dog disappeared from Piett’s sight. By the time his trial was done and any accusation dispelled under obeying orders, no one knew what happened to the late Emperor’s pet. There were whispers about the beast having turned the tide of the fight against the Emperor, giving the last blow. There were rumors about Jedi whisking the dog away, defending it against any who would try to put the beast down. 

Piett pieced the events together well enough. A tension felt removed from his shoulders at the knowledge his previous superior found somewhere safe. He did not share the knowledge with anyone, rather keeping the secret safe in his heart. Yet, a doubt remains. Would the Jedi truly forgive the man who hunted them down?

One day, they see the black dog again. It’s dozing in the sun on a familiar-looking young man’s lap, looking much healthier than it had ever been at the palace. Piett remembers seeing the young Jedi face on the Holo.  Jedi Knight Luke Skywalker. He had been the figurehead of rebellion propaganda, before disappearing into nowhere.

The young man pet the dog. The dog’s tail wag happily in answer. A smile pulled on Piett’s lips. No matter the past, the two seem to have become good friends. There was no worry to be had.

[musewrangler]

“However,” she continued, leaning forward and clasping her hands together. “The intention is absolutely to get you back to your ship. I’m asking you to be patient.”

The corner of his mouth curled a little as Henley flashed into his mind.

“Not…historically good at that,” he told her.

She looked at him knowingly. “And you don’t believe me.”

“I’d like to,” he rasped. “But you have not given me anything to hold onto.”

“Is not getting you away from those Hutt sucking bastards enough?” she asked him, arching an elegant eyebrow.

He considered how to answer this. It was compelling, yes. Unless she had other motives. He was well aware that he held a ghoulish sort of value to various beings around the galaxy.

She understood his silence.

“I swore to you that you would be with friends. I am not lying, Captain. There are no ulterior motives in saving you. And you will return to your ship. When you are physically capable of doing so.”

“What friends?” he asked, throat aching with so much talking. “My closest friend in the world is on my ship. I have no others.”

She sucked at her bottom lip and he could see her weighing her reply in those wonderful blue eyes.

“I…can’t tell you that. I wish I could, Captain, believe me. I will merely reiterate, you are safe here. Doctor Frolov says you will have the final surgery tomorrow to make sure that everything heals as it should.”

He tried to paste on a relieved smile and nodded.

He had to escape.