No POV
The human girl runs from the stormtroopers chasing her around the neighborhood, blasters at the ready and set to stun. She hikes up the flimsy white skirt of her Princess Zelda costume as she runs down the dark street, the only light provided by the missed shots issued from the blasters and their resulting fires. One of the shots comes dangerously close to hitting her, hitting the ground just behind her heels, making her scream and run slightly faster in fear. Another hits the gas tank of the car just next to her, causing an explosion. With another scream, she's sent flying, the blonde, crowned wig of blonde hair flying from her head, long light brown hair spilling down her back as she lands harshly on the ground.
"You idiots!" the squad leader shouts at his men. "She's not to be harmed!"
They approach the injured girl sprawled on the asphalt, blinking blearily at the world around her as blood runs down her cheek from a cut in her scalp. She manages to focus on them just enough to moan in pain as she shuts her eyes. "Wh-who a-are… y-ou?" she gasps, before her eyes roll up in a faint.
The leader pulls out his comlink and dials in the frequency for the man who ordered them to hunt down this girl. He answers almost instantly. "Do you have the girl?" the imperious, angry voice asks, forgoing any form of greeting.
The stormtrooper clears his throat nervously before answering. "We have her, but a missed shot resulted in an explosion."
"What?!" the man, now furious, shouts at the stormtrooper. "What is her condition?!"
"Sh-she's unconscious, most likely has a concussion, but no burns, sir," he answers nervously, stuttering a bit in his haste. "There does not appear to be any form of permanent or long term injury to her."
"Get her to the ship at once, trooper," the man on the other end growls. "I'll await your return in the hangar bay."
"Y-yes, Lord Vader," he replies as the call is ended. He turns to the rest of the squad, finding a couple of his fellow troopers rolling the unconscious girl over to examine her for injuries. "Let's get moving, he's waiting for her arrival."
"Yes sir!" they salute him, before one of them lifts her in his arms, another making sure to grab the deceptively heavy bag and wig from where they landed in the explosion, as they clear the area, leaving only the destruction of their hunt behind to mark they were ever there, to be discovered in the morning.
The girl opens her startlingly blue eyes slowly to find a bright light shining directly over her, illuminating the white walls of the room she's been left in. She turns her head slowly to find a monitor on the right side of her soft bed, her bag and wig left on the table behind the device in plain sight. A hissing sound catches her attention from the other side of her bed, and she rotates her head around to find a tall man wearing a black suit, covered with a back cloak with the hood up to cover his face.
They gaze at each other for a moment before he comes to stand next to her bed. "I see you have finally decided to wake up."
She frowns, her blue eyes clouded with confusion. "Where… am I?" she asks hoarsely, clearly hesitant, before she tries to swallow, finding her throat to be uncomfortably dry.
He stares down at her, almost as if in disbelief. "You are perfectly safe, young lady."
She blinks up at him, slightly irritated. "But where? My parents are probably freaking out right about now!"
As she tries to push herself into a sitting position, his hand shoots out, holding her down by the shoulder. "You need to rest, you hit your head fairly hard last night."
"But my parents-!" she resists, although weakly.
He cuts her off with a harsh tone in his voice. "They are not your true parents, young one!" She falls silent, allowing him to calm himself before continuing. "You were wrongfully taken from your true family by them, in their desire to hide you from your father."
"How do you know all this? How do I know you're not just making all this up?" she asks slowly, frowning up at him, able to catch a glint of yellow glittering through the darkness of his hood.
He sighs and holds up a datapad for her, where she finds a blood analysis report. "I had the med droid run a blood test on you when you were brought to the ship, and found a blood match to someone I thought to be long dead." He allows her to sit up slowly, though remains standing at her bedside.
She frowns, finding her blood to be matched to another, one that is missing a picture identification. "So my name is actually Amidala Shmi Skywalker… not Robin…" She scrolls to the side to find a paternity file. "My parents?" she asks, looking up at him for permission.
"Your… mother is dead, and you were thought to have died with her," he informs her, remaining vague with the details. He gestures to the datapad in her hands.
She obediently peruses the document on her mother. "Padme Amidala Naberrie Skywalker, deceased for just over fifteen years…" she whispers under her breath as she reads. "… buried on home planet of Naboo in Naberrie family tomb." She looks up at the hooded man, somehow knowing that he doesn't appreciate this topic. "What was she like?"
Despite himself, he can't help but feel like he's talking to Padme once again, and smiles slightly. "She was an amazing woman, and would have been a great mother."
She smiles to herself before going on to read the file on her father. "Anakin Skywalker, better known as Lord Vader…" she gulps, seeing the image of the hooded man at her side in the picture slot. She slowly looks up at him. "… you're my…?" she asks, shock in her eyes.
Vader nods slowly, smirking in a way he hasn't in a long time. "You have her personality, you know," he tells her softly. He then points to her wig with his mechanical right hand. "And please tell me, why were you wearing a wig, and that outfit?"
She looks at the purple top, covered in dirt, ash, and a bit of blood. "Oh, it's a traditional activity every year to go trick-or-treating on Halloween night. I was with a couple of friends in their neighborhood for a party when those men found us." She picks at the hemming of the top of her shirt, a bit self-conscious. "Uh, I was dressed as a princess from one of my favorite video game series this year."
He shakes his head. "Well, that explains why they were saying everybody was dressed so strangely while running from house to house in their reports," he mutters.
She raises her brow at this. "Like any of you are ones to talk. What's with that armor, and your choice of clothes, anyway?"
"Enough of this talk. You may use the refresher to get cleaned up, and there is a set of fresh clothes in there for when you finish." A knock at the door catches his attention. "Enter," he calls in a cold voice, one that chills Amidala.
A man, several inches shorter than Vader and dressed in a gray uniform with black hair tucked under a hat, steps in. "My Lord, I am sorry for the interruption, but the Emperor demands you make contact with him at once."
He nods and stands up a bit straighter, if it were possible for him to do so any more than he already was. "Make sure not to interrupt me again, Admiral."
"Of course, My Lord." He steps out once more, leaving father and daughter in peace.
"I will be back shortly, I must update the Emperor regarding the search for you," he informs her, excusing himself as he follows the Admiral out of the room, headed to his communications chamber.
Obi-Wan Kenobi, known locally on Tattooine as Crazy Old Ben Kenobi, droops slightly as he senses a change in the Force. "So you were right, Padme. There is still good in him, after all," he whispers, looking out over the desert, casting another shield over young Luke Skywalker once more as his Force presence tries to break free and become the beacon he could have been without his shielding.
Okay, prologue is up for my first Star Wars story. Hope you enjoyed.
I do not own Star Wars.