The teenagers attacked, the Sith retreated. Wounds and a sparkling prosthetic barely allow him to hold on. “Vader, join us!” - the pursuers yell. - Together we will end the war, bring peace to the galaxy. - I will not join you, brats! - Sidious didn’t tell you about your children? - I killed my child with Padme. - No. We are your children!—You’re lying!—Listen to your heart. You know, this is so. The youngsters persistently reach out to him. “No!” Vader has woken up. Author’s notes: Note to minor readers: all of Skywalker Jr.’s “pranks” work. Tested in practice. But there is no need to repeat this. Because it looks like an administrative offense.