This story is based around the events between A New Hope and The Empire Strikes Back. Darth Vader is on his star destroyer, Executor, searching relentlessly for the crew of the Millennium Falcon, including Luke Skywalker . . .
The ominous star destroyer loomed over the asteroid field, blasting at several
asteroids that got in its way. The Executor had been searching for the Millennium Falcon for days, and had tracked down the ship to this asteroid field just outside of the planet of Naboo.
Captain Piett stood on the bridge, watching the planet. An Imperial officer walked over to him.
"Sir, Lord Vader wishes to know the latest on the chase."
Piett sighed. They hadn't found the Falcon yet and Piett knew it was unlikely they would catch up to it in several days.
"Very well," he replied. "I will inform him later."
"Or you could just inform me now, Piett." A loud, deep, emotionless voice boomed behind Piett and the Captain turned to see the dark figure of Darth Vader walking up to him, his cloak sweeping behind him.
The Sith lord stopped in front of Piett.
"Well?"
Piett hesitated nervously.
"Erm, well, we've lost the Falcon, my lord, it seems it may have landed on Naboo. Shall I send down stormtroopers?"
Vader paused, thinking.
"Yes," he finally answered. "But I will go down there with them. Captain, prepare my ship."
Piett nodded, and Vader walked away.
A few hours later, a squadron of thirty TIE fighters, led by Vader in his TIE Advanced Starfighter, cut through space, descending towards Naboo.
Theed was a mess. The capital city of Naboo was now nothing more than a burnt out wreck, since the Imperial invasion. The usually beautiful canals were filled with sewage, and the quaint buildings had been scorched and destroyed, now nothing more than hollow shells. Few people now lived in Theed, except lowlife smugglers and bounty hunters and people who didn't want to be found. Like the crew of the Millennium Falcon.
Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Princess Leia, Chewbacca, C-3PO and R2-D2 had found a hiding place in a seedy hotel in the only Theed district left untouched by the Empire. The Millennium Falcon had barely pulled off a landing. It was hit by an asteroid when flying through and had to land in Naboo. It was risky, as they all knew it was the first place the Empire would look, but there was no where else. The Millennium Falcon had been stored in a hangar not too far away from the hotel where the crew were staying.
The gates of Theed were once high and mighty, guarded by many of the Naboo Royal Guard. However, the Empire had easily broken through it when they invaded, and it was now nothing more than a wreck.
Karos Toora was sitting by the gates, bored. Only a few of the Naboo Royal Guard remained, and he was one of them. He had been assigned to guard the gate. He leant against the wall when he heard footsteps on the other side of the gate.
"Hello?" he called out. Silence. He called out again, but there was no reply. Curious, he walked over to the gate and opened it.
Toora was dead before he even saw the man's face. A blood red lightsaber slashed out, cutting through his chest. He barely had time to register what was happening before he collapsed.
Darth Vader entered Theed. He hadn't been here for a long time. He felt an odd feeling of guilt, before he quickly quelled it. His lightsaber and his eyes blazing, he ran into Theed, his stormtroopers charging behind him.
Very short, but just to get things going. Hope you liked it, please review!
