Title: Star Wars
- Episode IV: A New Uprising.
Author: Nashara Ulrik / Tara Rexie
(Second Life names)
Time Frame: Original Trilogy
Cast: The
normal ensemble and ones you all love!
Genre: Dark, angst,
Alternate Universe
Summary: The Original Trilogy as you never
would have thought it could have turned out to be!
Disclaimer: We
do not own Star Wars or any of the characters, they of course belong
to George Lucas we merely saw this as reshaping to his world.
Warning: Be warned readers, what you know of what happened is
going to change. During the change, several things will happen that
may make you cringe, cry, laugh, whatever. We will not be editing the
gruesome things out. This is an adult version of the Star Wars story,
if you are easily offended....consider not reading this or subsequent
chapters. This story may or will have adult situations to include but
not limited to; mind control, brutality, sexual situations, rape -
possible, implied, or otherwise. You have been warned!
Opening Scroll:
A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away.....
Star Wars - Episode IV: A New Uprising....
It is a period of Civil War. Rebel spaceships, striking from a
hidden base, have won their first victory against the evil Galactic
Empire.
During the battle, Rebel spies managed to steal plans to the
Empire's ultimate weapon, the DEATH STAR, an armored space station with
enough power to destroy an entire planet.
Pursued by the Empire's sinister agents, Princess Leia races
home aboard her starship, custodian of the stolen plans that can save
her people and restore freedom to the galaxy, little did she know that
the Emperor's most feared Agent of evil was after her, Darth Vader, and
he will stop at nothing to find those plans.......
Tattooine, never in a million years had she thought that her mission would have brought her here. The yellow planet below glared as it's twin suns shined down on it's surface. The Outer Rim was no place for her, at least that is what her Father had said, after all she was still so young. She had to remind him that she was one of the youngest, yet one of the most respected members of the Senate to let him feel more comfortable about her coming on this mission. Relaxing in her quarters aboard the Tantive IV, Princess Leia ambassador in the Galactic Sentate quietly contemplated her mission. From the outside it would appear that she was a diplomat, and this was true, but her mission had a guarded secret. She was part of the Rebel Alliance and she was here to receive a transmission. One that would change the course of the war against the Empire forever. Thinking of her home world of Alderaan and how they were so peaceful, how they wanted no part in this war, it brought a small smile to her lips to remember her house, it had been so long since she had been there.
Her comm-link buzzed just then, snapping her out of her happy thoughts, and determination to succeed in her mission played across her face. "What is it, Lieutenant?" Did the crew not understand that she did not want to be bothered unless it was about the incoming intel they were waiting on? Shaking her head she waited for the response.
"We just received a transmission your Highness, you should come have a look." The officer replied. His voice a bit static-filled and she wondered about that for a moment. Letting it go her voice rang out with a bit of hope laced through it.
"I'm on my way, get ready to make the jump to Alderaan, Lieutenant." With that she slipped off her bed, clicked off her comm and checked her appearance in the mirror once before leaving. Her personal appearance was something of a bit of pride for Leia. Smoothing her hands down the white of her gown, patting the buns on each side of her head, tilting her head checking the flawlessness of her skin. She had never been one of the more exceptional beauties of Alderaan, a planet known for them, but Leia certainly was gorgeous, least she thought so.
The door slid open as she turned from the mirror and made her way to the bridge. Several crew members standing to the side as she passed them muttering some greeting of the day or other when she did. She had no time for such things, if this was the transmission they were waiting on, it was time to go.
"Report." A simple one word instruction. Word had circulated around that the Princess was a young woman that meant all business, one that took failure to the heart, was very stubborn, and had quite a temper.
"Your Highness, here is the datapad we downloaded the transmission to per your instructions. It came from the source we expected, and no trace of it is in our main computer." The Lieutenant handed the pad to Leia and she nodded her head. Reading through it briefly and seeing it was the bit of information they had been waiting on brought a wide smile to her pink lips.
"Excellent, prepare to make the jump to lightspeed....." Her sentence cut off just then as she had a very odd feeling that something was wrong. Her mind went back to the static comm earlier and then suddenly it clicked. "We're not al-"
"Your Highness, a Super Star Destroyer just came in out of hyperspace right behind us! They are preparing to fire!" Came a very excited report from one of her crew. And just like that the ship rocked with a barrage of fire. "It's the Devestator....."
Hundreds of deadly laserbolts flashed across the darkness of space from the Star Destroyer, causing the main solar fin of the Rebel craft to disintegrate. Explosions rang out through the ship, pieces of the ship flying off into space and inside of it also. How could they have found us?! Something is not right with this....it was all she could think as one other piece clicked in to place. The Devestator?! Wasn't that Vader's ship? Shaking her head she turned to her Lieutenant her voice a bit shrill, though it still retained the air of command she was known for. "Get us out of here, now!"
He shook his head. "Negative Princess, the readouts say the hyperdrive is damaged, and they have engaged us with their tractor beam."
Leia was instantly filled with dread. She had never met Lord Vader before, but she knew that it was inevitable now. She had heard so many viscious rumors about him. That he was some kind of sorcerer, that he had odd powers. Leia had never seen any evidence of such things and dismissed it. Nodding her head she knew now their mission was in danger. "Ready your troops, we can't let the Empire get the information." Not waiting for a response she left the bridge and off to find her one hope....
Another explosion rocks the ship as two robots, R2-D2, and See-Threepio struggle to make their way through the shaking, bouncing passageway. One more blast shakes them as they struggle along their way, troopers rushing past them taking up positions in tight space. Threepio encased in a gold metal, upright on two feet though the droids walk was a bit stiff. He was the perfect representation of something not completely finished, and made out of parts only the poor could afford. "Did you hear that? They've shut down the main reactor. We'll be destroyed for sure, this is madness!" Threepio's voice metallicaly droned on. Seeming a bit worried, and having a prissy tone behind it.
The troopers had taken up positions to the main door, aiming their weapons at it. They knew what was coming, the Storm Troopers. The Empire's personal army that did exactly as they were told to do. Rumor had it that they were clones, perhaps that explained why they were all exactly the same size. "We're doomed!" Threepio declared to the air and to his counterpart.
R2 glided on his three legs besides Threepio. R2 was an astromech droid while the other was simply for protocol. R2's front panel consisted of many lights and spaces for numerous tools to come out from. Both droids looked a bit beat up as though they had been through many battles. Though if you asked the protocol droid about it, he would not be able to say...
R2 made a series of beeps and warbles that only another droid could understand as they made their way down the passageway still. More troops dashing past to re-enforce the first group, but taking up positions more towards the bridge. One could only hope that the Storm Troopers would not make it back that far, but being trapped on a Star Destroyer, one could only realize the situation looked bleak.
"There'll be no escape for the Princess this time..."
R2 continues making beeping sounds. Tension mounts as loud metallic latces clank and the scream of heavy equipment are heard moving around the outside hull of the ship. There was no doubt to anyone familiar with ships that the Rebel ship had been run down and was now in one of the hangar bays of the Executor. Threepio looked around definitely concerned but not sure what was going on. "What was that?" He received no response from his little droid companion as a tremendous explosion rocked the door, opening up a hole to the main passageway, nervous Rebel soldiers took aim as a score of white armored Storm Troopers began blasting through the new hole. Smoke filled the passageway, making it difficult to see as the firefight began.
In a few minutes the entire passage is ablaze with laserfire. The deadly bots ricochet in wild random patters creating huge explosions. Storm Troopers scatter and duck behind storage lockers as the Rebels hide behind crevices in the walls and around a corner, peeking out to take aim. Several members from both sides fall, holding shattered arms, faces, trying to cover holes in their white armor. An explosion hits once more near the droids. "I should have known better than to trust the logic of a half-sized thermocapsulary dehousing assister....." Threepio mumbled to R2. They had known each other a long time, and such arguments were not uncommmon to them.
R2 counters with an angry rebuttal as the battle rages around the two hapless droids. Explosions threatening to tear the ship apart, the Storm Troopers advancing past the main corridor, bodies lying around everywhere, scattered, bruised, broken. It looked like a war had broken out on the small ship and not just a gun battle.
The awesome appearance of the seven-foot-tall Dark Lord of the Sith made his way into the blinding light of the main passage. Darth Vader, right hand of the Emperor observed the chaos silently. His form was garbbed in black, boots and gloves made of black leather. A plate of circuitry on his chest, small lights glowing and blinking, a large black cloak flowing around him. But all of this, nor his height was not what made the man fearsome. It was the black helmet. The one with large oval eyes, swooping points to each side and that grotesque breath mask. His frame in stark contrast with the white armored suits of the Imperial Storm Troopers along with the interior of the ship.
Everyone backs away from the imposing warrior instinctively and a deathly quiet sweeps through the Rebel troops. Several break and run in a frenzied panic. Lord Vader watches them go without saying anything. He knows before long that they will either be dead or captured and either way he did not care. Striding down the corridor his troopers fall in step behind him as they begin to investigate the rest of the ship.
Threepio wanders around aimlessly. He had lost his little friend. "R2! R2-D2, where are you?" If his voice could sound worried, his always sounded like that. Almost like whining. A familiar clanking sound attracts Threepio's attention and he spots Artoo at the end of the hallway in a smoke-filled alcove. A beautiful young woman stands in front of the astromech droid. Surreal and out of place, she seems almost like a dream, half hidden, hood drawn up to hide her head and face. She finishes placing the card into Artoo and adjusting a few buttons on his interface Leia then sneaks off, watching the little droid join his golden friend. "At last! Where have you been?!"
Threepio just got a mix of warbles in response as Storm Troopers can be heard battling with the Rebels in the distance and deeper spots within the ship.
"They're heading in this direction. What are we going to do? We'll be sent to the spice mine of Kessel or smashed into who knows what!"
Artoo seemingly unfazed by the newest outburst of worry from Threepio scoots past his golden counterpart and races down a subhallway. Threepio chases after him. "Wait a minute, where are you going?"
Artoo responds with electronic beeps but continues on his path not disuaded by his tall friend. Making their way towards the escape pods the sounds of battle echoing through the ship.
Darth Vader stands smid the broken and twisted bodies of his foes. Grabbing a wounded Rebel Officer by the neck as an Imperial Officer rushes up to the Dark Lord. The man in his grip can be heard sputtering, gasping for air. "The Death Star plans are not in the main computer."
Vader begins to squeeze the man's neck harder, struggling in vain the Rebel Officer continues to gasp for air. His voice emerges though a bit muffled by the breath-mask it is no less fear inspiring. Deep and booming, it had made many men speechless simply from the tone of it. "Where are the transmissions you intercepted?" Lifting the man into the air, off of his feet. Vader's strength very impressive. "What have you done with those plans?"
Finally the Rebel Officer gathers up enough air to respond, though it is broken up and between gasps. "W-we intercepted no transmissions. Aaah...this is a consular ship....w..we're on a dip-diplomatic mission..."
Even now he was being lied to. Vader hated liars and this one was no different then any others who had failed to meet his expectations. "If this is a consular ship...where is the Ambassador?" The Rebel refuses to speak but eventually cries out as the Dark Lord begins to squeeze officer's throat, creating a gruesome snapping and choking, until the soldier goes limp. Vader tosses the dead soldier against the wall and turns to his troops. "Commander, tear this ship apart until you've found those plans and bring me the Ambassador. I want her alive!"
Princess Leia knew her time was running short. They were going to find her, and imprison her. Not if she had anything to do with it. She carried the blaster slightly lowered, at the ready. Feeling confident that her plan would succeed she set herself, determined to not fall into the hands of the Empire as Storm Troopers scurried into hallways, and sub-passages. All she had to do was be sneaky, get aboard an escape pod and down to the surface of Tattooine with her two droids, and everything would work out just fine.
The fear in her eyes slowly gives way to anger as the muted sounds of the approaching stormtropers grows louder. One of the Storm Troopers spots her. "There she is! Set for stun." Leia takes a step from her hiding place, taking aim with her blaster and pulls the trigger. Unlike the troopers though she had not set for stun and one of them hit the deck. Taking aim once more she fired another shot but missed. Adrenaline running through her as she turns and tries to dart off. A blue ring of energy hits her body as one of the Storm Troopers had pulled his trigger, and now her body lie prone on the deck of the ship. "She'll be alright. Inform Lord Vader we have a prisoner."
Artoo stops before the small hatch of an emergency escape pod. he snaps the seal on the main latch and a red warning light begins to flash. The stubby astromech works his into the cramped four man pod. His middle leg having recessed up into the body he had to wobble on his remaining two legs instead of rolling in. "Hey, you're not permitted in there. It's restricted. You'll be deactivated for sure."
Artoo continues to go inside the small pod and his head swivels around to beep something at Threepio.
"Don't call me a mindless philosopher, you overweight glob of grease, now come out of there before somebody sees you."
Artoo begins to wobble back and forth on his legs, seeming to be a bit excited as the whoops and whistles he makes to his friend about the mission he is to perform grow in tone.
Threepio stands at the edge of the pod, peering inside he can't believe what he is hearing. "Secret mission? What plans? What are you taking about? I'm not getting in there!"
Artoo isn't happy with Threepio's stubborness and he beeps and twangs angrily. A new explosion rings out this time very close and several laserbolts from both friendly and enemy troops streak down the corridor. Shaking his head as the lanky droid finally concedes the point and joins his friend in the pod. "I'm going to regret this." He muttered as the hatch slammed down quickly behind him, and the pod exploded like a shot into space, it was now on a path to the surface of Tattooine.
On the main viewscreen of the Devestator, the escape pod carrying the two terrified droids speeds away from the stricken Rebel spacecraft. "There goes another one..." The Chief Pilot noted to his superior officer.
"Hold your fire. There are no life forms. It must have short circuited." The Captain told the pilot, and both went back to scanning their instruments, waiting patiently for their next set of orders from the Dark Lord.
Artoo and Threepio look out of the small viewport, the only window of sorts the small craft is allowed. Stars circle around their view as the pod continues it descent to the planet below. "That's funny, the damage doesn't look as bad from out here." Threepio remarked as the Star Destroyer got smaller and smaller.
Artoo beeped a response, something akin to he hoped that the Princess would be alright and the sooner they got down the sooner they could begin their task. Threepio's voice chimed in once more as they entered Tattooin'e atmosphere. "Are you sure this things safe?"
Princess Leia is led down a low-ceilinged hallway by a squad of armored Strom Troopers. Her hands are bound and she is brutally shoved when she is unable to keep up with the briskly marching troops. They stop in a smoky hallway as Darth Vader emerges from the shadows. The Sinister Dark Lord stares hard at the frail young senator, even if you couldn't tell behind the opaque lenses, but the senator does not move. "Lord Vader, I should have known. Only you could be so bold. The Imperial Senate will not sit for this, when they hear you've attacked a diplomatic..."
Her voice was cut off quickly as Vader spoke up, his tone very clear he was not to be messed with. "Don't play games with me your Highness. You weren't on any mercy mission this time. You passed through a restricted system. Several transmissions were beamed to this ship by Rebel spies. I want to know what happened to the plans they sent you."
Leia's hope was crushed. Her eyes showed a glimmer of fear. How could they have known they would be here? How did they know the plans had come to this ship, her ship!? Shaking her head vehemently she responded. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm a member of the Imperial Senate on a diplomatic mission to Alderaan..."
Vader's voice cut through once again and this time it seemed more sinister then before. Liars...why did everyone have to lie. If this princess had only told him the truth..well certainly some exceptions would be made. But as of right now, he knew she would be executed for crimes against the Empire. "You're a part of the Rebel Alliance..and a traitor. Take her away!"
Leia is escorted through the hole that was burned into the hull from the begining of the battle. An Imperial Commander turns to the Dark Lord. "Holding her is dangerous. If word of this gets out, it could generate sympathy for the Rebellion in the senate."
Shaking his head, Vader knew that their goal was near. He could feel it. "I have traced the Rebel spies to her. Now she is my only link to finding their secret base!" He feel silent for a moment, something was off. Something about the Princess, he felt even though he knew she was resistant, stubborn, filled with fire....there was something about her.
The Commander shrugged seeing that Vader had a point. "She'll die before she tells you anything."
"Leave that to me. Send a distress signal and then inform the senate that all aboard were killed." Another Imperial Officer approaches Vader and the commander.
"Lord Vader, the battle station plans are not on board this ship, and no transmissions were made. Several escape pods were jettisoned during the fighting, but no life forms were aboard."
Vader considered this for a moment and knew that the Princess had briefly outsmarted them. Clever girl...Vader turned to the Commander and nodded his head. "She must have hidden the plans in the escape pod. Send a detachment down to retrieve them. See to it personally, Commander. There'll be no one to stop us this time."
The Commander nodded his head quickly. "Yes, Sir." The group broke up and Vader made his way to the detention cells. He had a conversation to have with a certain Princess of Alderaan.
Author's Notes: Well here you go. The end of Chapter One. Yes, yes I know, you all know what happens in this episode of the trilogy...but yet you don't know. -Evil grin- Stay tuned and see what happens....and oh yeah, R&R please!!!! (Read and respond) I want to know what you all think of our version of Star Wars.
