Lady Vader
The Capture
11.19.2002
Early Imperial Days (Pre-ANH)
Rated: PG-13 (for some language)
Author's Notes: This story's plot came from a daydream I had during my Algebra class one day. As usual my *sith-like* teacher was going on about how we failed the last test, so I just decided I would put this on paper. It's an Alternate Reality for the following reasons:
1) Anakin is already Darth Vader at 22 and didn't get hurt. (YaY!)
2) Padmé isn't a politician. (I really wanted her to be, but it won't work in this story) She's also more around his age.
3) They have never met, so therefore no feelings…except her anger towards him, like everybody else.
4) The smaller details: Vader isn't under Tarkin…. I never understood why he was really and like I said before this is in the EARLY imperial days.
IMPORTANT: For future references…Demonassa is Ancient Roman and means "The Queen of the People"… so just ignore the fact that it has "demon" in the word, ok?
Sound good….Bad? Well get to reading and find out!
The Empire has been experiencing rebellions from a secret alliance that threatens its power over the Galaxy. In attempt to stop the rebellion before it gets out of hand, The Emperor has sent his right-hand, Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith to take care of the rebels. From information forced out of captured spies, there is a rebel base housing the whole rebellion. Once it is found it must be destroyed…
Captured. How could it get any worse? Less than two hours ago everything was fine. Everybody was in the war room, studying the newfound information about the Empire's plans, then BOOM! The roof had caved in on top of them from imperial assault vehicles; Stormtroopers came in from every direction making it impossible to escape. We had no choice but to surrender. More than seventy percent of us died in the attack, the rest were killed later. A few ran for their lives, and to ensure that they could get away, I through myself into the Imperials' arms. How did they find the base?
Now here I am in this cell aboard a Star Destroyer that's slowly leading me to my death, this I am sure of. Thinking of all those soldiers lost in the attack on the Rebel Base was hard, especially since I knew over half of them. I mentally sighed, there was always a danger in cases like these, and we were all willing for the cause. All of a sudden the ship shook, bringing me out of my reverie sharply. The hyper-engines had just come out of hyperspace. My death is near, I thought darkly. Outside the cell door, a clanking noise sounded. The door opened suddenly with a mechanical swish, and entered two guards dressed in all black uniforms with dome-like helmets.
They grabbed me roughly and pulled me out into the hall. I shivered when I felt cold, metal binders lock into place, confining my hands to my back. They pushed me forward and I had to fight to keep my balance and not fall over. They walked me to a docking bay where an imperial shuttle was waiting for me. We boarded quickly, for some reason we were in a hurry. I was put between the two guards and across from three new stormtroopers. The ride seemed to take forever, as I stared into the blank faces of the soldiers. Their passive faces showing no emotion, just that awful blank stare.
I had been thinking that we were going to a planet, perhaps the capital, but the destination was a ship, the biggest Star Destroyer I had ever seen. We docked and unloaded; the guards walked me off the shuttle leaving the storm troopers behind. Outside in the bay, even more guards stood waiting for us. They sure didn't want to lose me, do they? We started down a large corridor, turned into another, then another till I completely lost track of where we were going. My hips and thighs began to ache, how much farther could it be? Finally we arrived at a huge, black metal door. It slid open to reveal a large conference room with a table in the center. It was empty except for a man on the far end. The guards took off the binders that were holding my hands and pushed me into a chair.
"Well, well, well," said the man at the end of the table. He was skinny, frail, and most likely tall, but
he was sitting down, so I couldn't tell. He wore a gray, officer's uniform that had many different colored boxes decorating it. "My name is Admiral Tarkin and you, my dear, have made my day. I looked at him with disgust, like a bug whose only intent in life is to chew away at others. "Is that so, Admiral?" I replied harshly. He chuckled at my defiance, "Yes, at first the thought of actually finding the center of rebel activity was satisfying, yet we also have been blessed enough to find the Rebel's top agent." "Isn't that right, Demonassa?"
I glared at him; it was all I could do. Helplessness wasn't exactly something I was used to, and just the thought of my present situation made me want to throw a fit of rage at somebody. "Now, now, my dear, let's not frown, it ruins that pretty little face of yours." He was mocking me, trying to torture me until implode. He smiled, showing all his crooked, yellow teeth. I grimaced, feeling sorry for his wife or mistress who has to serve him.
At that moment a voice interrupted our conversation. "That's enough, Tarkin," commanded the voice.
The owner of the voice walked around from behind me to face Tarkin. Tarkin immediately jumped to attention beside his chair. "My lord," Tarkin greeted rather formally. The Tall, overwhelming figure was dressed in solid black robes that concealed his face in a shadow. So I finally get to meet Darth Vader, right-hand Sith Lord to the Emperor. Great, just what I always wanted. Vader told Tarkin to sit, which he did, and then turned his attention to me.
"We have been searching a long time to find you, Demonassa." His voice was powerful, husky, and yet passionate? No I'm just imagining things. "Yes, I am aware of that, Lord Vader," I responded with the anger I had been feeling in the past couple of hours. He inclined his head a bit, understanding quite well why I was angry. "I'm sure Tarkin has already told you of your present situation?" "Not quite," I responded uneasily. "Bring them in," he commanded to the guards. They disappeared for a moment, and then returned shortly dragging in two bodies. One woke up, the other didn't. They both looked barely alive, beaten to no end. I grimaced. They were both rebel secret agents who were undercover for information on the Empire's plans and activities. "Do you recognize them, milady?" he demanded. "Bastard, "I muttered. "Tell me, or the other one dies as well." He was starting to get impatient. He was right, the one that didn't wake up wasn't moving. I tried to swallow, but my throat wasn't working. I answered with an uncontrollable waver in my voice, "Yes, I-I do." "So now you understand how your base's location was found?"
So that was how the Base was found. Vader figured out who the agents really were and tortured them into telling him where the base was. But, wait; the agents didn't know where the base was. It was a security measure we have always had. I stuttered, "They didn't know." "The agents were forced to send tracked information to your base. There you analyzed it and we tracked you." She didn't have to see his face to know that he was smirking at his victory. "Devil, you will never win, we will always fight back!" I screamed. "ALWAYS!" He then signaled to the guards to take me away. I slanted my eyes and muttered "always" again before they took me away. They had to drag me out of the room; all I wanted to do was to inflict the same pain on him as he did my people. My people. Thinking of them saddened me, their deaths made me weak, I was alone, helpless in my fight, or was I?
Authors Notes: Stumped on who is Demonassa? Hint: It's not her real name, just a rebel alias. Anyway, I hope everybody enjoyed it, because that's what it's for after all. E-mail me if you have any questions, comments, suggestions, et cetera!
The Capture
11.19.2002
Early Imperial Days (Pre-ANH)
Rated: PG-13 (for some language)
Author's Notes: This story's plot came from a daydream I had during my Algebra class one day. As usual my *sith-like* teacher was going on about how we failed the last test, so I just decided I would put this on paper. It's an Alternate Reality for the following reasons:
1) Anakin is already Darth Vader at 22 and didn't get hurt. (YaY!)
2) Padmé isn't a politician. (I really wanted her to be, but it won't work in this story) She's also more around his age.
3) They have never met, so therefore no feelings…except her anger towards him, like everybody else.
4) The smaller details: Vader isn't under Tarkin…. I never understood why he was really and like I said before this is in the EARLY imperial days.
IMPORTANT: For future references…Demonassa is Ancient Roman and means "The Queen of the People"… so just ignore the fact that it has "demon" in the word, ok?
Sound good….Bad? Well get to reading and find out!
The Empire has been experiencing rebellions from a secret alliance that threatens its power over the Galaxy. In attempt to stop the rebellion before it gets out of hand, The Emperor has sent his right-hand, Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith to take care of the rebels. From information forced out of captured spies, there is a rebel base housing the whole rebellion. Once it is found it must be destroyed…
Captured. How could it get any worse? Less than two hours ago everything was fine. Everybody was in the war room, studying the newfound information about the Empire's plans, then BOOM! The roof had caved in on top of them from imperial assault vehicles; Stormtroopers came in from every direction making it impossible to escape. We had no choice but to surrender. More than seventy percent of us died in the attack, the rest were killed later. A few ran for their lives, and to ensure that they could get away, I through myself into the Imperials' arms. How did they find the base?
Now here I am in this cell aboard a Star Destroyer that's slowly leading me to my death, this I am sure of. Thinking of all those soldiers lost in the attack on the Rebel Base was hard, especially since I knew over half of them. I mentally sighed, there was always a danger in cases like these, and we were all willing for the cause. All of a sudden the ship shook, bringing me out of my reverie sharply. The hyper-engines had just come out of hyperspace. My death is near, I thought darkly. Outside the cell door, a clanking noise sounded. The door opened suddenly with a mechanical swish, and entered two guards dressed in all black uniforms with dome-like helmets.
They grabbed me roughly and pulled me out into the hall. I shivered when I felt cold, metal binders lock into place, confining my hands to my back. They pushed me forward and I had to fight to keep my balance and not fall over. They walked me to a docking bay where an imperial shuttle was waiting for me. We boarded quickly, for some reason we were in a hurry. I was put between the two guards and across from three new stormtroopers. The ride seemed to take forever, as I stared into the blank faces of the soldiers. Their passive faces showing no emotion, just that awful blank stare.
I had been thinking that we were going to a planet, perhaps the capital, but the destination was a ship, the biggest Star Destroyer I had ever seen. We docked and unloaded; the guards walked me off the shuttle leaving the storm troopers behind. Outside in the bay, even more guards stood waiting for us. They sure didn't want to lose me, do they? We started down a large corridor, turned into another, then another till I completely lost track of where we were going. My hips and thighs began to ache, how much farther could it be? Finally we arrived at a huge, black metal door. It slid open to reveal a large conference room with a table in the center. It was empty except for a man on the far end. The guards took off the binders that were holding my hands and pushed me into a chair.
"Well, well, well," said the man at the end of the table. He was skinny, frail, and most likely tall, but
he was sitting down, so I couldn't tell. He wore a gray, officer's uniform that had many different colored boxes decorating it. "My name is Admiral Tarkin and you, my dear, have made my day. I looked at him with disgust, like a bug whose only intent in life is to chew away at others. "Is that so, Admiral?" I replied harshly. He chuckled at my defiance, "Yes, at first the thought of actually finding the center of rebel activity was satisfying, yet we also have been blessed enough to find the Rebel's top agent." "Isn't that right, Demonassa?"
I glared at him; it was all I could do. Helplessness wasn't exactly something I was used to, and just the thought of my present situation made me want to throw a fit of rage at somebody. "Now, now, my dear, let's not frown, it ruins that pretty little face of yours." He was mocking me, trying to torture me until implode. He smiled, showing all his crooked, yellow teeth. I grimaced, feeling sorry for his wife or mistress who has to serve him.
At that moment a voice interrupted our conversation. "That's enough, Tarkin," commanded the voice.
The owner of the voice walked around from behind me to face Tarkin. Tarkin immediately jumped to attention beside his chair. "My lord," Tarkin greeted rather formally. The Tall, overwhelming figure was dressed in solid black robes that concealed his face in a shadow. So I finally get to meet Darth Vader, right-hand Sith Lord to the Emperor. Great, just what I always wanted. Vader told Tarkin to sit, which he did, and then turned his attention to me.
"We have been searching a long time to find you, Demonassa." His voice was powerful, husky, and yet passionate? No I'm just imagining things. "Yes, I am aware of that, Lord Vader," I responded with the anger I had been feeling in the past couple of hours. He inclined his head a bit, understanding quite well why I was angry. "I'm sure Tarkin has already told you of your present situation?" "Not quite," I responded uneasily. "Bring them in," he commanded to the guards. They disappeared for a moment, and then returned shortly dragging in two bodies. One woke up, the other didn't. They both looked barely alive, beaten to no end. I grimaced. They were both rebel secret agents who were undercover for information on the Empire's plans and activities. "Do you recognize them, milady?" he demanded. "Bastard, "I muttered. "Tell me, or the other one dies as well." He was starting to get impatient. He was right, the one that didn't wake up wasn't moving. I tried to swallow, but my throat wasn't working. I answered with an uncontrollable waver in my voice, "Yes, I-I do." "So now you understand how your base's location was found?"
So that was how the Base was found. Vader figured out who the agents really were and tortured them into telling him where the base was. But, wait; the agents didn't know where the base was. It was a security measure we have always had. I stuttered, "They didn't know." "The agents were forced to send tracked information to your base. There you analyzed it and we tracked you." She didn't have to see his face to know that he was smirking at his victory. "Devil, you will never win, we will always fight back!" I screamed. "ALWAYS!" He then signaled to the guards to take me away. I slanted my eyes and muttered "always" again before they took me away. They had to drag me out of the room; all I wanted to do was to inflict the same pain on him as he did my people. My people. Thinking of them saddened me, their deaths made me weak, I was alone, helpless in my fight, or was I?
Authors Notes: Stumped on who is Demonassa? Hint: It's not her real name, just a rebel alias. Anyway, I hope everybody enjoyed it, because that's what it's for after all. E-mail me if you have any questions, comments, suggestions, et cetera!