A daughter. Lord Vader has a daughter. While Misa is cognizant of her position - she's his pet healer - she'd always, buried deep in her heart of hearts, wanted to be more. She'd wanted him to look on her as more than just a useful person to have around. But all her training from her childhood comes to the fore. Be what he requires you to be. She remembers that as one of her first lessons. Do not interfere, do not presume, but be indispensable. Another early lesson that Habani had taught her.
So, she will be his pet healer. She will be indispensable, until such time as he requires her not to be. She can do that. She has always known that her position lasts only as long as he needs it to. It's up to her to change to remain useful.
She blinks at his admonishment. "I'll go check-in, first. That way I can finish setting up camp while he does." She has a feeling that Luke's 'check-in' is going to take longer than hers.
Standing, she walks up to the front of the ship, and keys in the codes. Of course, her mom answers, practically vibrating through the holo with worry. Misa reassures her that she's fine, Lord Vader is fine (though not said in so many words), and they'll send word when they know more. Her mom knows better than to question that. Misa doesn't want to give too much away, should the Alliance be listening in.
She walks back, once she's hung up with her mom. "All yours." She says, gathering more equipment that had mysteriously made it onto Vader's ship. (Thank you dad. Sometimes, she swears he has ForeSight.) "I'm going to start setting things up." She says, touching Luke's shoulder then going back outside to start.
In short order, meat will be over a small fire, a shelter set up (for Luke, she's slept worse than next to Lord Vader's table on his ship), and she'll be sitting, staring into the flames. She can't fully block out Lord Vader, but there are things he doesn't know, and she wants to ruminate on them for a moment.
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So, she will be his pet healer. She will be indispensable, until such time as he requires her not to be. She can do that. She has always known that her position lasts only as long as he needs it to. It's up to her to change to remain useful.
She blinks at his admonishment. "I'll go check-in, first. That way I can finish setting up camp while he does." She has a feeling that Luke's 'check-in' is going to take longer than hers.
Standing, she walks up to the front of the ship, and keys in the codes. Of course, her mom answers, practically vibrating through the holo with worry. Misa reassures her that she's fine, Lord Vader is fine (though not said in so many words), and they'll send word when they know more. Her mom knows better than to question that. Misa doesn't want to give too much away, should the Alliance be listening in.
She walks back, once she's hung up with her mom. "All yours." She says, gathering more equipment that had mysteriously made it onto Vader's ship. (Thank you dad. Sometimes, she swears he has ForeSight.) "I'm going to start setting things up." She says, touching Luke's shoulder then going back outside to start.
In short order, meat will be over a small fire, a shelter set up (for Luke, she's slept worse than next to Lord Vader's table on his ship), and she'll be sitting, staring into the flames. She can't fully block out Lord Vader, but there are things he doesn't know, and she wants to ruminate on them for a moment.