Passing by the guards and going through the door, he started walking towards a corridor, while he walked, he went through mazes of more and more corridors, they were full of life, soldiers patrolled and marched from side to side, tiny cleaning robots that looked like toy cars followed officers while making a little noise, which Darth Vader personally hated.
He turned down another corridor and walked towards to a door that was open, and passing through it, he found himself on front of the stairs that led him down to a massive hangar, not noticing one of the mouse droids passing by and accidentally stepping on top of him and slipping.
Immediately rolling down the stairs while everyone in the hangar stopped what they were doing and watched as the Sith breaking himself all the way down the stairs, closing their eyes and squirming with every 'Crack' he made when he hit a step.
Vader finally finished falling down by landing in a pile of containers stocked at the end and knocking them down like bowling pins, while many rushed to his rescue.
"JOSH! Are you okay??!" one of the engineers exclaimed while taking one of the containers out of Vader
"THIS WASN'T IN THE SCRIPT!" He held up a hand with his forefinger as he shouted at the stack of boxes.
"CUT!"
Slowly he nodded at the girl.
"We will rest for now, let them enjoy their recsten- Rescenc- Resablablah" He stammered as he spoke and gave up at the end while swallowing the microphone under the mask, making everyone around him burst laughing out loud at the scene.
"Haha h-how a-am i-i s-supposed t-to take you seriously with this?" She asked while trying, and failing to contain her giggles.
"With my entrancing personality?" He commented and fueling even more her laughter.
"CUT!"
"After fleeing for so long, one hour you would fall, did you think you could escape the clutches of the queen?"
Slowly the attacker would duck, and pull the head of Thorax up, holding him by the neck, and approaching his head from behind, he would face Thorax from the side, smiling victoriously and maliciously.
"I will not lie, your effeminate body would make you an excellent instrument of much pleasure..."
"H-Harder D-Daddy!~" Thorax moaned at his aggressiveness, making him jump in complete surprise.
"WHAT?" He shouted as he cringed and his companions laughed at his reaction, losing their composure.
"What?" Thorax asked like nothing had happened.
"WHAT THE FUCK THORAX?! CUT!"
"What do you mean by 'Festival of love because of the heating season'?"
He would repeat the information given to him to his adviser, the elder would only give a little chuckle with Vader's confused reaction.
"It is understandable you are confused on this matter, my lord, let me explain; Humans before the great war had no restrictions in periods of... 'Heat', they could do the 'act' whenever they pleased.
However, when we were defeated and enslaved by the Equestrians, they forced us to follow a pattern of when we could or could not try to have children, to be able to control the population and to be able to 'breed' stronger humans by selecting suitable male and female 'candidates' as the owners pleased.
The most common period they used is after winter, and after so many decades so.... Practically, we got used to it...."
After a short period Vader was silent, unable to believe what he was hearing.
"Who the fuck was the idea of this script?" This question just sparked a chuckle of the old man.
"JOSH! FOLLOW THE SCRIPT!" A voice shouted
"But what the fuck boss, even you must agree that this is fucked up!"
"Is MEANT to be this way! Follow the script!"
Vader just sighted while shaking his hands.
"Alright, sorry, sorry, where were we?"
Both walked slowly circling each other, Thorax outlines a calm and calculating expression.
After a while, both stopped and drew their metal swords and charged at each other.
The swords collided, and they both started exchanging blows, up-down-right-left, and repeated the process.
It was like a synchronized dance, they both seemed to know what the other was going to do before they actually did it.
After a few more strokes they broke apart, circling each other, until Thorax hit his legs on a rock and hit the ground with a shout.
Vader would just watch the scene by tilting his head to the side.
"Are you okay?"
"Alive" He muffled with his face still stuck in the snow.
"Why don't you stay that way? It suits you."
"Yeah, go fornicate thyself."
"CUT!"
"Tia, you know as well as I do! The spell I use for the stars is just an illusion spell! Ponies might think it's my fault, but I did absolutely nothing! Natural disasters are not my work!"
Celestia sighed while leaning back on her throne and placed a hand on her face.
"I know Luna... But how could you not see it before?
You always notify me when a Metal shower might-A com-A lig- A METEOR! A METEOR SHOWER OCCUR!." She Raged while babbling in her words.
Luna lost her seriousness and broke in a full blown laughter while the guards around chuckled while at least attempting in maintaining their stance, failing miserably.
"Dammit... Not again." She sighted while facepalming in the laughter of everyone in the room.
"Thousands of years carried on your back and still can't formulate a single word." Luna cheekily remarked to her sister while chuckling.
"Yeah, yeah go fuck yourself Luna."
"CUT!"