AN-I know it's bad of me to start a new fict when I haven't really finished my old one, but what can I say, this idea has been stuck in my head for god knows how long so I finally decided to put it in text instead of let it fester in my mind.

Now I know this is short compared to my others, but it's just a test run type of thing to see how it's accepted, so here goes.

Playmate

Not what I expected

She was lead into a large walkway. Soon to encounter her end, her execution, she didn't know. What she did know was that it would be nothing pleasant to say in the least. Two armed to the teeth red robed guards were at each side, escorting her to her so called 'trial'. It was nothing more than an informal meeting with him, who would determine her fate.

She would not show fear.

She would stand dignified until the last moment with her head held high, back straight with a defiant glare towards her enemy.

Did she fear? Of course, who didn't? But she would not give that evil draconian the satisfaction of seeing her face crumble as tears of dread and horror escaped her glassy eyes. Nor her lips tremble as the rest of her body, knees shaking under the silk robes her slender body was adorned with.

No, showing fear was not an option.

The wide arches of the grandeur doors swung open with a flourish of importance.

The importance of her fate.

Entering the darkened room, she had to squint her eyes to catch the figure sitting casually on the some kind of throne like chair. The man had a coil above his head, looking high and mighty while at the same time bored as this was an everyday occurrence.

It was most likely was with the state of the galaxy now.

"Ah, Queen Amidala! Such a surprise! And what do I owe one such as your esteemed young self the pleasure of your visit?"

Try as she might, the scathing retort tore through her mouth before she had a chance to stop itself. "How should I know, your majesty," she spat as if it were a foul taste in her mouth.

Tapping his chin in mock contemplation his finger clicked together as if a thought struck him.

"Ah, yes." Feigning sorrow, the man sitting on the throne said woefully, "It saddens me to see you here today. A beautiful, young and bright women as yourself, committing to such treachery!"

Padme wanted to roll her eyes but denied herself the action." Treachery is not aiding the galaxy with civilized debates and intellectual negotiations. Treachery is using barbaric schemes and methods of takeovers and coups with violence and brutality." With all of her defiance she exclaimed " I was doing what was right."

"By going against the empire." The man on the throne spat. ""Against your emperor," he indicated grandly to himself.

"Empire," Padme retorted enraged, "this is a republic, you forced your tyrannical rule and manipulated the senate and it's people into this-this monstrosity of a system."

"The people and its system were fools. Just as you for defying the empire and me."

"I was only trying to restore the galaxy in its rightful position. A fair democratic party. This is not at all fair."

"Why, of course it is. The people don't mind."

"They have no choice! No say."

"They never did. It was all a formality."

"Because of you," Padme glared rebelliously.

The emperor suddenly changed his demeanor completely from the amused and bored man to a menacing man who was not one to be trifled with.

"You will do well to watch your tongue young one. You may never know what may accidentally befall on you."

The not so subtle threat did not phase the queen. "What's the point. You're going to execute me anyways. Or would you prefer to torture me for fun before I die, your majesty?" she said mockingly.

The emperor stood from his throne and approached the queen of Naboo. From closer inspection, the visage of the man was ghastly and deformed. Hideous and filled with evil intentions, Padme knew just by the look and mere presence of the man. He oozed evil.

"I was thinking of killing you, but I have a far better plan in mind now." he said circling her as if some kind of prey. Him the predator waiting to strike.

Padme didn't like the sound of that.

"Yes, yes, I have a very good use for you before your...unfortunate end. Have you ever heard of my apprentice, Darth Vader."

The room filled with an sinister chill.

Padme had heard rumor of the man. He was said to be young ,brilliant at mechanics and a ruthless cold-hearted man. The apprentice and right-hand man to the emperor.

There weren't many who had seen the man and had lived to tell the tale. Vader was always kept hidden away from the public.

Although Vader was only known for about a year, his reputation was one that foretold of great fear and pain.

It sadden some part deep within Padme to have thought that just a scant few months ago, the man standing before her was a trusted advisor, a mentor, or even so far as a friend. But now here she was now being handed a fate that may have been worst then death.

Death would have been a likely option, but it was too 'good' for the queen of Naboo. She would have been seen as a martyr towards the newly formed rebel sympathizers causing an even bigger problem than they already were.

Handing Amidala over to his apprentice was a good test of will and strength.

A test to see how far in the dark side he had come.

It would be a satisfying experience to see thought the emperor gleefully.

making up his mind, the emperor gestured to one of the red robed guards with a flick of his wrist.

The guard knowing what his task was went immediately to see to it, leaving the room silently.

The awkward, cold quiet of the room made Padme wish something, anything would happen just to make the eerie silence go away. It was starting to unnerve her.

It may have felt like hours but in that silence, the emperor did nothing but smile sinisterly at the queen as he was back in his throne, chin languidly propped comfortably on his hand.

Finally, the doors swung open with a new flourish as the red robed guard appeared once more but with a new guest.

This mystery person was cloaked in all black, but the most noticeable thing that Padme noticed was the short height in which the person stood.

Whoever it was may not be of the human race Padme noted to herself.

The figure approached the emperor and knelt down on one knee, completely ignoring Padme on its way.

Another suck-up she thought in disgust.

"What is thy bidding, master" the mystery figure spoke.

The wicked gleam in the emperor's eyes shone brightly as he spoke.

"Lord Vader," he gave pause for emphasis, 'I'd like you to meet Someone. The Former queen of Naboo, Padme Amidala."

Turning around the figure started at Padme quite intently.

"Go on, greet her," the emperor encouraged.

Getting up from his subservient position, the figure walked up to Padme who had to resist the urge to take a step back. She would not show weakness. Not in front of Vader.

It was then he removed his cloak that Padme forgot all thoughts of defiance and just gaped in shock.

Vader was a mere boy!

He looked no older than ten, with sandy blonde locks and the most intensely cold cobalt blue eyes.

Padme knew that the rumors of Vader's age and reputation may have been exaggerated, but not to such an extent. Hell, even when Vader first spoke he sounded rather young, but this was pushing it. He was only a child for force sake!

With a crackle that made Padme's skin shudder in disgust, the emperor declared joyfully to her chagrin, "Vader, say hello to your new playmate."


And that is the first chapter of this fict. Tell me if you like it enough to continue it, cause I'm in the middle of another fict I'm currently on. Bringing that up, if you people don't know, the other fict is called "shadow of Regrets". Check it out if you liked this one.

Please review!