Star Wars: The Rise of the Sith
Chapter 1
This story takes place after The New Jedi Order. It centers around the Solo's youngest child, Nike (who was born right after NJO), Ben Skywalker, Moria Skywalker, Lane and Launie Fel, Anakin Solo (brought back to life, explained in story), Sylor Hall, Damian Slayner, and Padme Solo (sorta).
I do not own Star Wars, I wish that I did, but I don't, I am using George Lucas' characters without permission, please do not sue me, I'm but a poor high school student.
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There were few things in the galaxy that overwhelmed fourteen year old Nike Solo. Of course she hadn't seen all of what the galaxy had to offer, but she had seen a lot, but standing in the X-wing compound on Calrissian Space Station, looking out the large opening that was used as an entrance and exit for ships and into space, the youngest daughter of General Han Solo was once again overcome by it's beauty.
Her entire life all Nike had wanted to do was have her own starship and be able to fly it wherever she wanted, and do whatever she pleased. That dream had almost become a reality. It should have become a reality.
When she was three, Nike had asked her parents for an X-wing for her birthday. They had of course said no, but that she would get one on her fourteenth birthday. So Nike waited eleven years. She loved flying, and her brother-in-law, Jagged Fel, often let her pilot his own X-wing. Everyone said that Nike would be the best pilot in the galaxy.
The problem was, that Nike was-in her own eyes-overprotected, down-graded, treated like a baby, and never aloud to do anything. She was Force-blind, so there were no reasons for her to be able to do anything fun, like practice levitating things and beating up Ben Skywalker-her cousin-with a lightsaber. Instead, Nike got lessons. Math, Language, History, Physiology, philosophy, and etiquette. Lessons in everything. Well, everything except weaponry, piloting and mechanical skills, the only things that interested the girl.
After Nike ran an A-wing into an asteroid-it had all been Sylor Hall's fault-and was under intensive care in a medical center for two weeks, she was no longer aloud to go near a starship. She was nine then, and had since convinced her parents to let her pilot again. So there was no reason for her not to have her X-wing.
But there she was, fourteen and one day old, with no X-wing. She was hanging her legs over the side of a stacked box of equipment, and had lay down with her hands on her stomach, staring at the ceiling.
The day before had been her birthday, but had she gotten an X-wing? No. Had she gotten even the slightest "happy birthday?" No. Had she even stopped looking like a boy with long hair and gotten some curves? No.
And it sucked. It wasn't just the X-wing, or the lack of puberty that was tearing her up inside. It was the fact that her parents had forgotten her birthday. You don't just forget people's birthdays!
They never forgot Jaina's birthday, or Launie and Lane's, they never even forgot Jag's, and he was just their son-in-law. The even remembered Lowbacca's and he wasn't even part of the family, well, blood related anyway.
It's because they didn't love me, she told herself. Jaina and Jacen were twenty when they had me, they didn't want another kid, so they forget my birthday and pretend like it doesn't exist.
"I'm sensing some anger on top of the equipment boxes, what would you saw, Sy?"
"I'd have to agree with you Ben, there's some definite anger up there."
"Go away," Nike said slowly so that they'd understand.
"Come on Nike, I know parents suck, I've got two myself, but them forgetting the most important day of your life isn't so bad." Nike rolled over and looked down and her cousin and his best friend.
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" She asked sarcastically. Ben Skywalker looked up at her and sighed heavily.
"Just come down," he asked, his brown eyes pleading.
"No, go away," she rolled back over and looked at the ceiling.
"Well, then, fine," Ben said, his tone suggesting that he knew something she didn't.
"If she doesn't want to see the gift we got her then fine," Sylor said in the same tone. Nike rolled her eyes and turned back over.
"What gift?" Their faces instantly brightened. For being two years older then her they were major dorks.
"Come down and see," Ben said with a smile. Nike rolled her eyes again and jumped down. They smile and pulled her after them.
"Now it's not the greatest thing in the world," Sylor told her.
"But it does work," Ben added as they hurried into another half of the compound.
"Well that's nice to know," she muttered sarcastically. They stopped in front of a supply room.
"Wait here," Ben ordered and ran inside. Sylor crossed his arms and stood in front of the entranceway like some kind of guard. Sylor was sixteen, with shaggy dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. He was the biggest flirt anyone had ever known, and one of the best pilots too. Nike was thankful that he would never flirt with her. Probably because she looked like a boy.
"Alright!" Ben called from the other room. Sylor disappeared into it and Nike followed him in. All the lights were off and she couldn't hear anything.
"SURPRISE!" Suddenly the lights flashed on and Nike saw Ben, his little sister Moria, and Lane and Launie Fel all standing around an X-wing. Her jaw dropped.
"Do you like it?" Lane and Launie, her twin nieces from Jaina and Jag, asked at the same time. Nike was unable to speak. This had to be the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her.
"Like it?" Nike gasped, staring in awe. "I…I love it!" She cried and pulled Lane into a hug, and then grabbed Launie. "You're the best, the best!" Moria ran up and joined the group hug, while the boys watched from the sidelines, rolling their eyes.
"And that's not even all of it!" Launie cried, breaking out from the hug. The little girl ran behind the X-wing to where a little astromech droid was.
"Nike, meet Aroh-Deeoh," the droid came rolling up. It was the same model as R2-D2, except he was orange colored. He stopped in front of Nike and whistled.
"Aroh-Deeoh…I'll call you Zero," she told the little droid. He gave a high pitched whirling sound. The children smiled. "Thanks so much you guys," Nike said to them. "This is the best birthday ever."
"Well we're just sorry that your parents took off to Coruscant and forgot your birthday," Ben said, putting an arm around her.
"Yeah well, they had important work to do," Nike shrugged.
"That's no excuse!" Sylor declared, and put his arm around her too. Nike opened her mouth to reply when a voice sounded over the loud speaker.
"Attention all squadrons, report to your ships immediately, enemy starships are moving in. I repeat, all squadrons to your ships, the enemy is approaching."
"I gotta go," Moria said, running off.
"Do any of you know where Jacen is?" Ben asked.
"Probably at the Trickster's Queen with Jaina," Nike said, and her cousin ran off. "You two had better get to the command room." She told Lane and Launie. The two nodded and headed off.
"And you need to find Uncle Luke, wherever he is," the girl told Sylor.
"Nike, I'm sixteen, I can take care of myself."
"Yeah, you've been saying that since you were four, and look where it's got you," she told him sarcastically.
"Yeah well, you've been saying you'll be a pilot since you were three, and look where it's got you," he told her. "We're gonna need all the help we can get," he turned and walked away. Nike watched him go, then sighed and leaned against her X-wing. Zero rolled up to her and started beeping.
"Stop that, I know what I'm doing," she snapped, staying where she was. Zero wouldn't let it go. "My parents would lynch me if I went out on the battlefield." Zero made a rude sound and ran into her leg.
"Ow! Stop that! I can't do it, I'm not that great of a pilot and I'm not Force-sensitive, and I'm not in a squadron-"
"All pilots report to your ships immediately, we are under attack!" The voice over the loud speaker screamed. Ignoring her droid's protests Nike left the supply room. She headed into the docking area, which was quickly emptying. She saw her sister's ship, the Trickster's Queen, take off and followed by the Twin Suns Squadron. As fewer and fewer ships were left in the compound, Nike saw something that surprised her. Ben, Sylor, and Moria all sat on the equipment boxes watching the ships leave.
"Hey," Nike called trotting over. They turned as one to look at her. "What are you all doing here?"
"We weren't aloud to go," Moria said, obviously disappointed.
"We're their apprentices," Ben snapped, "We're Jedi! We should have been aloud to go!"
"Don't get angry Ben," Nike warned. She wasn't a Jedi but she knew all about the "anger leads to the Dark Side" deal, and saw it her job to keep everyone in check.
""Ugh, it's probably just as well," Ben sighed. "We would just get in the way anyway."
"No you wouldn't!" Nike cried. "You're all great pilots, you could help! You all have your own ships, so get in them and go!"
"I will if you will," Ben said, Sylor smiled at the prospect of ignoring orders.
"I don't know if this is such a good idea," Moria said. She had always been the do-gooder of the group.
"We'll all stay together," Ben said.
"I don't know…"
"Oh come on," Nike snapped, pulling her cousins and friend down. "You won't be banished from Jedi School for disobeying once."
"It isn't a Jedi School it's an apprenticeship!" Moria declared, but her cousin had already run off to get her X-wing.
"Hey you!" Sylor called to some men from the crew. "Help us get our droids in our ships quickly!"
"Come on, Artoo!" Ben hollered for the droid.
"Artoo!" C3-P0 cried, hurrying after R2-D2. "Where are you going?"
"We're going to fight," Ben said as he prepared himself to get in his ship. "Threepio, it's your job to make sure our parents don't find out what we're doing."
"But sir!" The droid cried.
"Just don't tell anyone!" Ben snapped. R2-D2 was loaded into his place on Ben's X-wing, and Ben climbed up the ladder into the cot pit. Sylor was having his droid, R6-D8 loaded up, as was Moria, but he looked a lot calmer then her.
"You okay Mo?" Ben called to his sister. She looked up at him and her face told him everything. She never did anything unless she knew exactly what would happen, she hated taking chances, and hated being risky. She was an awesome pilot and extremely bossy when she wanted to be, but she liked to know the outcome of every situation before it happened, and an unknown fate made her edgy.
I will be, she told him mentally, obviously not trusting her voice. He gave her a smile and then looked over to where Nike's X-wing was being brought in. The thing was an older model, had probably seen the first Death Star, and had many visible dents and scratches, but it had been the only thing that five kids on a space station could buy, so they had gotten it.
"Come on you bums!" Nike snapped at the crew who was staring at her bucket of bolts starfighter. "They're gonna be coming back by the time I get in the cot pit at this rate!" The crew headed over to get Zero into his place and Nike put on her helmet and gloves. Ben noticed that she had attached her blaster to her side and had to smile, Nike never did anything without it.
Once they were all in their cot pits Ben picked turned on his comlink.
"Now, we'll have to turn on full frequency to communicate with the other pilots," he told them. "So, to keep ourselves out of trouble, we need codenames." The other three moaned over Ben's undying obsession with codenames.
"You are such a loser!" Moria declared.
"Oh, oh, I'm Hawk Leader!" Nike cried.
"Why Hawk Leader?" Sylor asked.
"Because, our little squadron is the New Hawks and I'm the leader."
"Since when?"
"Since I-"
"Alright, we're missing the action!" Moria reminded them. "I'll be Hawk Two."
"Hawk Three," Sylor said.
"Now why do I have to be last?"
"That's it I'm leaving," Nike snapped, whirled her X-wing around, and took off out of the compound.
"Excuse me Hawk Leader, but you're leaving your squadron behind!" Ben snapped as he followed her out.
"Alright, the battle should be on the other side of that moon…" Moria's voice trailed off as they looked at the sight before them.
There was a huge sphere structure-some kind of space station-and hundreds if TIE fighters surrounding it. From the Alliance there were starships-Nike could see the Queen and the Jade Shadow-and of course X-wings, along with A-wings, B-wings, and other starfighters.
"Alright New Hawks," Nike said, "let's show 'em what we're made of." Nike shot forward into the battle, dodging enemy fire. Sylor and Ben stayed on her wings, and Moria stayed behind her.
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Jaina Fel had been calling out orders when she had felt the familiar rift in the Force. At first she pushed it to the back of her mind, thinking that it was only her imagination, that Moria would never go out into a battle that she had specifically told her not to. Moria was smarter then that.
But when Jaina felt Ben Skywalker and Sylor Hall-the two biggest blockheads in the galaxy-and then her sister's familiar essence, Jaina knew it was true. Her apprentice had disobeyed her and ran off after an adventure. This was completely against Moria's nature-to do anything troublesome-but Nike Solo could convince a Hutt to dress in a loincloth enter a pod race if she wanted, and with the combined powers of Ben and Sylor who knew whay they could do. Although it probably helped that Moria had had a crush on Sylor since she was ten.
Jaina was ready to scream her head off at them to get back to the space station and she would deal with them later, when she saw Nike dodge a blast, barrel-roll right under another TIE fighter, leaving space open for Sylor to blast the TIE that had attacked Nike. Nike didn't waste any time and shot her ship upward, causing the TIE fighter to spin uncontrollably, and Ben blasted it.
They were good. They were in deep trouble and she was going to rip them apart piece by piece when she saw them, but there was no denying that they were good.
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Lane starred at her nails, trying to figure out how dirt had gotten under there. She didn't know very much about the war against the Sith, all she knew was that she was training to be a Jedi-something that she wasn't that interested in-and since her father wouldn't let her daughters near a battlefield, she was stuck in the command room reading charts while Launie complained about not being aloud to get involved.
"I mean I am one of the best pilots on this hunk of junk space station but am I aloud to do anything to help the Alliance? No. Am I aloud go out and help the Alliance? No. But what can I do? I can sit around and read stupid charts and do no help whatsoever!" Launie complained. Lane rolled her eyes and went back to pushing her cuticles back with her comlink.
"Shouldn't you two be watching the holonet?" C3-P0 asked as he came in. "We wouldn't want something to happen while our backs are turned."
"Oh yeah, because so much could-" Launie started.
"MOM!" Lane screamed suddenly.
"What?" Her sister cried, "Is she okay?"
"Lane?" Their mother's voice echoed through the control room.
"Mom get out of there now!" Lane cried.
"What are you talking about, why?"
"The shields are being activated! Get out! Get out now!" Her daughter screamed, panic rising in her voice.
"All units retreat!" Jaina cried over the comlink. "The shields are being activated, I repeat the shields are being activated!"
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"Let's go!" Nike screamed. Ben and Sylor continued to chase TIE fighters.
"Ten seconds!" Moria cried.
"We need to go now!" Nike screamed. That seemed to get the boys' attention and they took off after her.
"We're not gonna make it!" Moria cried.
"Be optimistic!" Ben snapped.
"She's right, we're not gonna make it," Nike said.
"Not unless we jump to light speed," Sylor said.
"We can't make a blind jump," Nike said. She didn't know what to do. She was always the one with the answers, but the one time she didn't have them it was going to get them all killed.
"Three…" Moria counted, "Two…" Ben closed his eyes and let himself relax as the pull of the shield engulfed him. "One."
Dad, Ben called out with the Force, Dad you have to help us…please.
"Here we go," Nike said as the group slowly drifted towards the space station, and death.
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Jaina shoved through the pilots that were crowding the space station, searching wildly for the four young pilots.
"Jaina!" She heard a familiar voice call her name, but ignored it, continuing her search. "Jaina!" Jag grabbed her arm and turned her around to face him.
"Are you okay?" He asked her worriedly.
"Nike, and Moria…I have to-"
"MOM!"
"DAD!" The Fels turned to see their twin daughters running up to them. Launie was faster-of course, she was the most competitive thing Jaina had ever seen-and jumped into her father's arms. Lane threw her arms around her mother.
"We thought you were gonna die!" Lane cried. She was by far much more emotional then her sister.
"I didn't," Launie said proudly. Jag smiled at his daughter and then looked at Jaina and rolled his eyes. She smiled too, holding Lane tightly.
Her daughters looked exactly alike in everyway, except that each had their own personal "trademark." They both had their father's black hair, but Launie had a small birthmark on her scalp, that caused a strip of her hair to be white. Lane's hair was all black, but she had one brown eye, and one green eye.
"Lane! Launie!" Mara Jade Skywalker called as she walked up.
"Yes Aunt Mara?" Lane asked.
"She's our great aunt," Launie informed her sister.
"Just Aunt Mara will do," the woman said with a smile. To ward off any further sibling rivalry she went right into what she had come over to say.
"Alright you two, where are they?"
"Who?" The twins asked in unison.
"Don't play stupid, I want to know what my children are up to, and I want to know now," Mara said, crossing her arms with a smile on her face.
"Um…" the girls looked at each other with puzzlement.
"You mean they're not back yet?" Jaina asked with worry in her voice.
"Back from what?" Mara asked, now worried because Jaina was.
"I saw them…I saw them in the X-wings out in the fight…"
"What?" Mara cried.
"I'm such an idiot!" Jaina cried, slapping a hand to her head. "I saw them and wanted to tell them to get out, but then…I didn't and then the shields went up and…they had to have gotten out, we would have known by now if they hadn't-"
"General Fel," one of the control room technicians said as they ran up and saluted Jag.
"What is it?" Jag asked.
"Four X-wings did not make it out of the shield zone in time, sir," the man told him.
"Who were they?" Jag said, hardly able to keep the worry for the children out of his voice.
"They were unidentified, but…" The man glanced uneasily at Mara, then continued, "Ben Skywalker's X-wing was missing, along with his father's, and Sylor Hall's. The other X-wing was identified as an older model that was bought by Ben Skywalker earlier today."
"That's Nike's ship," Launie piped in.
"Nike's ship?" Jaina asked.
"Yeah, the one we bought for her because Grandma and Grandpa forgot her birthday," Lane added.
"What?" Jaina cried. "What are you talking about, what is going on?"
"Grandpa told Nike that for her fourteenth he'd get her an X-wing," Lane explained.
"But then he and Grandma had to go to Coruscant for that political crap-"
"It's isn't crap Launie,' Lane snapped.
"Whatever. Anyway, today we all go together-"
"That's us, Sy, Ben, and Moria."
"And we bought Nike an X-wing and an astromech droid," Lane finished.
"And now they're run off and gotten themselves hauled inside a Sith space station!" Mara cried. "We have to go after them, we have to get them out!"
"Get who out?" Luke Skywalker asked as he walked up behind Mara.
"The kids," Mara said. "They couldn't get out in time and the shields…" Mara's voice trailed off. "There's nothing we can do…" She said after a moment.
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"Alright, here's the plan," Nike said, "when we get in there we…um…"
"Oh yeah, great plan," Sylor snapped, rolling his eyes.
"Well let's hear yours," Nike snapped back.
"Hey, this wasn't my idea."
"Yeah well you didn't have any objections."
"Yeah Sylor."
"Stay out of this Ben."
"Hey, you were the one we all got stuck behind."
"Will you all just shut up!" Moria screamed. "I have a plan. We get in there, and we fire away, as soon as the way is clear we get out of the ships and…"
"That plan sucks," Ben snapped.
"Well let's hear yours Oh Lord of Good Plans," Nike snapped.
"We are now entering Death," Sylor said as they passed through the entrance way into the space station. "To your left you see…oh, an army of…well, droids with blasters, they look real nice wouldn't you say? Heeelloooo!"
"Sy stop waving at them," Nike snapped.
"Hey just trying to make friends, maybe that way they won't kill us."
They landed down of the floor of a large room with metal floors and walls. All around them were some kind of battle druids, ones the children had never seen, all lined up in rows. The droids looked a bit lit protocol droids, except they had much more mobile arms and legs, and their heads were square. They all carried heavy blasters, and had utility belt on. When the ships stopped, two droids headed towards each other the ships.
"Alright, I'm getting out of here," Nike said. "We're going with Moria's plan, then I want you three to find the command room around here, I'll turn off the tractor beam."
"Why do you get to-"
"NOW!" Nike began blasting away the droids that were coming at her, and then began to blast at the army. The other three followed her lead. Nike couldn't say she was surprised when the droids began shooting back. Someone blasted some kind of tube or tank, and thick smoke began to cover the area.
"We're not gonna be able to win," Sylor called.
"I know," Nike said. "We gotta get out of here right now! Get out of your cot pits and do what I said!"
"This is the worse plan you've ever had!" Ben snapped. "Even worse then the time we put the dress of Lowbacca when he was asleep!"
"Well you can sit around and complain, I'm gone!" Nike snapped. She grabbed some kind of heavy tool that was under her seat and lodged it against the trigger on her X-wing so that it would keep blasting. She jumped out of the cot pit and ran with all her life into the smoke, ducking under droids and scurrying out of the docking room.
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"I feel stupid," Moria informed her brother and friend.
"Yeah well, join the crew," Ben muttered. They were wearing some kind of all black suits that they had found in a supply room after they had escaped the droids. Sylor was trying to find someplace in his clothes to hide his lightsaber.
"Let's just find Nike and get out of here," he said.
"And how exactly would we get out?" Moria asked.
"We can contact Dad," Ben said.
"And get killed?" Sylor asked.
"He may have some mercy on us, the Sith defiantly will not," Ben said.
"Yeah well, have fun finding a com-" Sylor started, but was stopped by Moria slapping a hand over her mouth. The three ducked behind a stack of metal boxes just as two young men entered the room.
"I can't believe you got me out of meditation to come and hunt down a couple of pilots," one of them snapped as the two went through the shelves that lined the wall looking for something.
"Hey, it wasn't my idea, dad told me too," the other one replied. "I would rather just not bother with the Alliance."
"See, that's the difference between you and me, Damian, you hide too much."
"Ah, so not getting involved is suddenly hiding?"
"Yes."
"I just don't see the point. Ah, here it is."
"Let's go, this room smells bad." And then the two left. Ben looked over the boxes, and then signaled the coast was clear to the others, and they headed off, in their not-so-good disguises, and headed out.
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Nike crept along against the wall on a small ridge that was just big enough for her the stand on. She was in some kind of round room that seemed bottomless with a huge sort of metal pillar in the middle that was the shield generator. There were two doorways in the room, but a code was required to open the bridge, and so Nike was making her way across to the other side.
She really didn't have a plan for getting the shield down, she was just winging this whole mission. She had chosen to go alone because Moria liked things planned out perfectly before she did anything; Sylor would insist on being in charge and chopping up everything with his lightsaber; and Ben would do a bunch of unnecessary stunts just to prove he could and that he should have been aloud to play Luke Skywalker or Han Solo when they were little, and she should have been Chewbacca, not him.
A strange noise startled her and she froze in her steps. At first she thought she was imagining things, considering where she was, but then a young man entered the room, and he was in fact whistling. He punched a code into the pad on the wall, and a bridge extended across to the shield generator.
He walked across the bridge, continuing to whistle. He took long, steady strides, although a bit too stiffly for Nike. He was wearing a black suit that reminded her of something that Jag would wear, except this guy had a cape flowing behind him. He had thick black hair that brushed over his ears. His face hardly looked like the dark, stern look she expected from a Sith.
To her surprise and horror though, he stopped, and turned to face her.
*~*~*~*~
Damian Slayner had a feeling that someone might figure him out. Deactivating the shield to your space station wasn't something that people took lightly. If anyone found out that he had given the Galactic Alliance a chance to destroy the Sith then he had might as well kill himself because it would be better then what his father, Reth Slayner, leader of the Sith, would do to him.
Now there were four pilots running around the space station and Damian thought it was actually kind of funny that four pilots had somehow gotten past an army of droids. They were probably Jedi.
Damian had never liked the Sith. He disagreed with everything they stood for. But even at seventeen he never had the courage to do anything about it until now. Now that he had done this he planned on leaving the Sith and finding something better to do with his life.
When he and his twin brother Luthor had been in the supply room, Damian had felt the presence of the three children who had been behind the boxes, and had hidden them from his brother. He just hoped that they were somehow able to find a way out.
Now, as he walked into the shield generator room, whistling some tune just because he was bored, he felt a strange presence. Those who are Force-sensitive have an esteemed essence about them, but there are those who are Force-blind but have a strong essence about them, that are just brimming with life. He felt that as he made his way across the bridge.
So naturally he stopped and turned. To his surprise it was a girl hardly fourteen at the most, and even more surprisingly was that she was walking on the thin ridge that was across the wall. By her tenseness he could tell she was horrified, but her face was stern and she met his eyes.
"Hello," he said after a moment. She didn't answer, just kept her face the same. "You know if you'd like to take the bridge across you can come down from there," again no answer, he sighed, then outstretched his hand and focused his mind. The girl gasped as she was lifted into the air and floated over to the bridge he was on. He set her down on her feet, and as soon as she got her footing she took a step back from him, against the generator.
"You know you're in deep trouble if you get caught in here," he informed her, and she raised one of her brown eyebrows.
"Isn't this deep trouble?" She asked. Damian smiled, then put a hand on either side of her head, trapping her between his arms.
"Only if you want in to be," he said, smiling evilly. Her eyes got really wide for a moment, and he saw the deep brown that was around the edges, and the bright green that shot out from her pupils, and then she narrowed them.
"Get off me you creep," she snapped and shoved him back.
"That hurts!" Damian cried, putting a hand on his heart in mock pain. She rolled her eyes and shoved past him.
"I have to go," she snapped.
"Wait one moment princess," Damian said, grabbing her arm and turning her towards him. "If wouldn't be very smart of you to run off by yourself in enemy territory."
"First off, I'm not a princess, secondly, I can take care of myself, thank you," she informed him and the tried to continue.
"Look, I can help you," he told her. "Just stick with me."
"Do you think I'm an idiot?" She snapped. "You're a Sith, I'm part of the Alliance, we don't help each other."
"First off, I'm not a Sith, my name is Damian Slayner and I don't like the Sith, secondly-"
"Slayner!" She cried. "As in Reth Slayner?! He has a son?"
"Two sons actually, and we have a sister too but she's kind of crazy and got disowned from the family a few years ago so-"
"You're the Sith Lord's son and you're helping me?"
"I know," he muttered, "I'm such a noble character, now can we-"
"Noble? More like suicidal."
"Look, can we talk about this later, the longer we stick around here the more of a chance there is that someone will find me with you and kill me, okay."
"You were sarcastic when you said you were noble?"
"Aren't you the fast one. Now, do you have a name?"
"Nike."
"Solo?"
"How'd you know?" She asked, thoroughly surprised that someone knew her name. He ignored her and grabbed her arm.
"We need to get out of here," he told her, and dragged her out of the room.
"I said, how did you know my name?" She asked as she was pulled behind him.
"Because when you were little we almost kidnapped you," he told her as he checked a corner to see if the coast was clear.
"Why would you kidnap me?"
"Because we thought that you could be a Sith. But after we found out that you were Force-blind we decided that you couldn't do much harm."
"Yeah well you guys were wrong," she said with a proud smile. He looked at it and gave her a sarcastic look.
"Yeah, we were, you ended up doing no harm," he said, and then pulled her down the hall.
"What do you mean no harm!" She snapped, but he ignored her and pulled the protesting girl along.
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