MidpoinT is sitting his his office in his headquarters examining the part of hell that exsists in the real world, paperwork. Making sure everything is correct and operations are running smoothly he decides now is the perfect time to give a very talented mobster their chance. Summoning SirGodrikz into his office he asks a big favor, a favor no body wants to do.

"Go find DarthVader. I know he is strange always wearing that black cape and strange mask, but I still trust him."

Returning later that day SirGodrikz has DathVader in tow, without even looking up MidpoinT confirms this by hearing the strangest breathing he has ever heard. He always wonders if there is a reason for this or if Vader makes an effort to breathe that hard. MidpoinT chuckles to himself and gets up to greet Vader and give him a massive hug.

"DarthVader on this day I have decided you have shown your loyalty and have shown me you are ready. So with this i am happy to welcome you as the newest leader in South Side".

MidpoinT shakes DarthVaders hand and is so happy to be able to give him this opportunity.  As Vader walks off to finish some last minute details, MidpoinT could be seen preparing for a strike on the Godfather of South Side, Chicago.

SirGodrikz after returning to MidPoints office from his dark adventure of getting DarthVader  He turns to DarthVader and says

" Congratulations and You will make South Side proud. Also drink some water that heavy breathing can't be good for your throat " 

SirGodrikz begins to hand a glass of water with one hand, while taking his other hand out to shake DarthVader's hand.  

Upon hearing the plastic one has set up shop on the South Side of Chicago, Lancelot decides to pay DarthVader a visit only because he had five minutes to spare and there really wasn't much else to do to be fair...

Arriving at the seemingly dark building that doubled as the plastic ones HQ Lancelot decided to have a good nose around the place, it didn't take long before he ran into the main man himself, who was stood in front of a mirror mumbling something about a dark side and something known as the force and how he was going to build an Empire.

"Ah there you are, I see your still wearing that inferior plastic suit of armour" Lancelot said with a wry smile

Seemingly annoyed by this comment DarthVader yells back "I told you a million times it's not friggin plastic, this is state of the art technology something you'd know nothing about with that rusty tin suit you wear", Lancelot could hear he was getting a wee bit excitable he almost sounded like he was choking his breathing was that heavy.

"You keep telling yourself that my friend and for gods sake take that silly helmet off once in a while and breathe, you'll end up suffocating in that shit, and your scaring the young ones and what's with all this force shit you on drugs?" Lancelot couldn't help but laugh as he said it, "Anyway enough of the idle chit chat I only popped by to congratulate you on your new enterprise, as always you need anything give me a shout, now where's that bottle of Whisky?"

A few days had passed since Lancelot paid a visit, being extremely busy with dealing around SouthSide and setting up the basics for The Empire distribution and contacts pipelines, Lancelot had swung by once more to drop off some information and dealing from GodMother Storm. Lord Vader and Godfather Midpoint were discussing future plans when all you could hear was the cringing clanking and squeaking from the Knights armour coming from beyond the hallway. Don Lancelot peered in the door as Vader held his hand out and a bottle of whiskey came flying from the shelf that he had gotten earlier for a proper Congratulate toast. 

One does not even need to be capable of the force to sense you coming near my friend, you sound like a pair of bean cans strung up together being dragged by a bicycle. 

He chuckles and pours the three around. He takes off his helmet and he could hear Sir Lancelot gasp

I will choke the life from you Sir Lancelot.  Vader commented.

Lancelot sneered.... You look like an avocado had sex with an older, more disgusting avocado. Not gently. Like it was hate-fucking. There was something wrong with the relationship and that was the only catharsis that they could find without violence.

DarthVader Sighed and took a shot of whiskey. To new ventures here in Southside. He clinked glasses with the GodFather and Don.

DarthVader made a fist motion in the air towards Lancelot and at the upper left of Lancelot's chest plate, you can hear the metal buckle while a fist indent appears within the armour. 

HEY HEY HEY! You gonna pay for the damages! Lancelot bantered! 

The two clinked glasses and continued to drink.