Imperial Problem Child-verse. I am amused by the idea of Vader/Anakin creating the technology needed for his next round of healing, as a way to deal with the boredom of recovering from the previous round.
Because flying his TIE Advanced is out of the question, as is terrorizing the politicians. Leia has expressly forbidden strenuous activities.
(”This is completely ineffective,” the recently crowned emperor remarks dryly, watching his daughter set locks on the doors of the medical ward. “You know that I will simply hack them.”
“You might,” Leia answers indifferently, “But then I would tell Luke that you are doing something foolhardy that would set your recovery back. And then he will be disappointed in you.”
“Cruel.” he says – he is not pouting, emperors do not pout, thank you very much.
Leia considers answering I come by it honestly, but refrains. She suspects he senses that anyway, if the tightening of the pale skin around his eyes is anything to go by. Instead she shrugs and, in a rare display of a burgeoning affection, touches his cheek a moment.
“You’re your own worst enemy, Anakin,” she says gently. “Try to rest, just this once? Let me handle affairs of the state.”
Then she’s gone, and Vader is out of bed anyway. Oh, he won’t leave the medbay, he knows better than to call Leia’s bluff. But there’s a box of tools and an outdated medical droid that no one thought to move out of arm’s reach, and he’s so bored…)