Niece: Part II
Months ago, his Emperor and master instructed Lord Vader to dispose of a certain Senator and possible Rebel, but can the Sith Lord do it?
One does not need to read the prequel to understand.
Originally I thought and planned Unimaginable, a Naberrie fanfic, to be my next story. But I felt it didn't have the same emotional impact as this, its predecessor, or my other stories have so I've decided to wait and work on it a bit more.
Also I have a prequel and a sequel to Surprises nearly ready too.
Chapter One
Reunion
5 BBY or five years before the Battle of Yavin
Coruscant
Imperial City
The Dark Lord of the Sith arrived at the Senate Rotunda, or as it was more appropriately nicknamed the Senate Arena.
This would the first time Darth Vader had seen the girl in months. They would be speaking of some additional security added to Naboo recently. Though he had only seen her twice since the evening Sidious told him to "welcome her" to the Senate. But he had only seen her, not actually spoken to her. Nor did he really want to. The feeling seemed to be mutual. The one and only thing he and the Senator truly had in common. And that was it. It was nothing more. Despite what his master, Sidious thought.
So Vader had three of his best spies watching and following her each and every move for months. Nothing out of the ordinary he could truly question, arrest, or kill her for. Though the latter is what Sidious wanted…what he wanted too. Yes. Vader wanted nothing more than to kill his ties to his past life. To him. To Her.
So far there were a few suspicious activities. Her friendships with other suspected Rebels. Such as Princess Leia Organa. Who was being groomed to take the place of her father, Bail Organa. The senatorial representative of Alderaan. The two girls were seen together weeks ago and had apparently already met. Exactly how and when was the question. Also recently, the two had been seen having lunch together on several occasions.
Other than that, not much else to report. His spies were growing tired and restless. And Vader could not agree more. He was tired of reading the reports. Seeing her holos. Her shape. Her near identical face to…to Her.
There was nothing to report. To ask. To question the girl on.
Though he supposed if there was one thing he'd question the girl on. It would be her nightlife. Her constant partying. Drinking with a bunch of females and males of different species. Who were nothing but trouble from the reports he read and the…unflattering holos he'd seen.
Originally, he thought he might be some elaborate scheme to cover up business and dealings, but no. His spies followed her movements as if they were hungry vultures. And they were getting hungry for actual work. An actual assignment. Vader was tempted to do so, but Sidious made it very clear he didn't want anyone other than Vader to end the Senator's life. Nor did Vader…
Other than that, if she was indeed a Rebel spy, like he long suspected. Vader had to admit, she was doing an impressive job of hiding it.
The girl's communications were nothing more than Senate business. Almost daily to her "friends" and daily messages to her home world of Naboo. Vader had checked and they checked out as messages to her mother, Sola. Others to her sister, Ryoo.
Her mail was nothing more than Senate business. A few letters to friends and family. A few packages that included household items and gifts sent to Naboo. Her family probably.
The turbolift made a bing sound. It had arrived at its destination. The turbolift doors opened…and there she was.
Vader already found himself silently wishing this was over with.
Vader greeted her, "Senator."
The young woman and her small entourage made a few more steps into the hallway. Including her Captain of Security Kima Nazith and another young woman. Her handmaiden, only known as Kolbé. Vader's spies had so far failed to come up with any information on her. Another possible way of doing her secret Rebel work?
The trio gave small bows, "It is an honor to see you again, Lord Vader," said Senator Pooja Naberrie.
End of Chapter One.