The Capture
Lady Vader
Chapter 2
01.07.02
Authors Notes: Yay! The 2nd chapter is out! Just to remind you, "" denotes quotes and '' denotes thoughts. I wrote this chapter like way back when (November to be precise) and when I pulled it out, I wasn't happy with it. So, I re-wrote it completely today and this is the result. ::Points at the story below:: The first draft for this chapter kinda left me hanging on what to do for chapter four. I had three figured out, but it confused me on what to do with chapter four. But, I don't have this problem anymore! I hope ya'll enjoy it and remember R&R!
P.S. I want to give a shout-out to Jedi Mastre Kris! Hey girlie, without you I wouldn't be here!
Three days have passed since I was brought on board the Executor. I was being treated fairly nicely compared to the usual Imperial Treatment of captured rebels. It was so terribly boring, I only saw outsiders at meal times, and every time it was those awful blank stares. I've been dreaming about them, the expressionless faces. I have no idea why, except for the fact that I know they will take me away soon. I had hoped to see my family before I die. Thinking of my parents and sister was hard, but knowing that they are happy on Naboo, always cheers me up. My sister, Sola, had just announced her unborn twins when I left. They must be four-years-old by now. 'How time flies,' I thought sadly. They didn't want me to go; they said that I would never make it back home. They were right, after all, I wouldn't. But my heart had believed that joining the Rebellion was what I needed to do, and I always listened to my heart.
All of a sudden I heard voices at the end of the hallway that ran through the Detentionary. They grew louder until the voice's bodies stopped right outside my door. 'Talk about Déjà Vu', I thought darkly. They walked in and grabbed me in the same fashion as before, but this time they carried me to an infirmary. The Infirmary was it's own section of the ship. The entrance led into a lobby-like room where all the offices were. We went through the room, down a long hallway, and into a small white room. The guards told me to wait here, then walked out leaving me all by myself. 'Strange.'
But at that very moment a burly woman dressed in a white Imperial Physician's uniform walked in. "Strip!" her high-pitched voice commanded. I did as I was told, and took off the remnants of my rebel uniform, which was ripped and torn from all the fighting three days ago. "All the way," she said getting more and more irritated by the minute. I looked down at my underwear, yes, after four years fighting in a civil war I was still shy. "NOW!" she screeched. I un-fastened my bra and pulled my panties off and threw them on top of the other clothes. "Good, now lie on the table where I can check you out." She checked everything from A to Z, including giving me a Pap Test. 'What did they think we were…Animals? Completely un-civilized beings running around?' my mind screamed.
She stopped her examination and picked up a data-pad from a near-by desk and tapped a few things into it, then stated plainly, "Your good, now do bathe yourself." She pushed me into the next room that had a fresher in it. "Five minutes, and wash your hair too!" Oh, a bath! I wanted one so badly; I probably needed one too. I jumped in quickly and washed my body, and then my hair with shampoo the nurse gave me. The five minutes ended to quickly for my liking, but I had to get out. She handed me a towel, I took it and wiped off all the water. I wrapped it around my body and followed her back into the examination room. "Get dressed," she commanded.
I reached down for my clothes and she screeched again, "No, not those, these!" I looked over in the direction she was jabbing her finger. There, neatly folded was a set of clothes was a white fitting shirt and a pair of khaki pants for me to wear. The nurse stopped muttering about stupid rebel scum long enough to inform me, "No underwear." "Wh-," I stopped myself quickly. The woman looked as if she was going to flog me at any moment. I finished dressing and was pushed out of the room by the nurse. The guards with the dome-like helmets stood there instead of the Stormtroopers. 'Oh-no,' I thought. Every time they showed up it meant that I was going to be taken to Vader. They grabbed me roughly and cuffed me like they always do, which must be Imperial procedure, and I don't mean just the cuffing part. Grabbing at things, including people, must be the only thing they know how to do because they sure do it a lot.
We walked out of the Infirmary and all the way across the ship, not that I'm complaining, I loved the chance to walk off some of that soreness you get for sitting for days on end. Our destination turned out to be the War Room, which I figured out because it was written on the big doors that opened to let us in.
Inside were all of the head personnel of the ship, and Vader was among them. His large, towering frame was standing at the far end of a holo table that was centered in the middle of the room. Everyone then noticed my presence, some glanced at me, others flat-out stared. 'I must be popular around here,' the sarcastic thought made me frown. The guard on my right muttered, "move" and pushed me towards the table. Vader then spoke up with his powerful voice, "It's good for you to join us, Demonassa." My previous frown returned, but accompanied by anger. He chuckled and announced to everyone in the room, "Demonassa has decided that she will help us, men, with tracking down the missing Rebels." My eyes flashed in defiance, I wanted to jump across and smack him hard! But, alas, I wouldn't make halfway, the room was full of highly well trained men and Vader himself was consider invincible. I took a deep breath and looked down at the halo table. I froze immediately, my eyes widening in horror…
To Be Continued…
Lady Vader
Chapter 2
01.07.02
Authors Notes: Yay! The 2nd chapter is out! Just to remind you, "" denotes quotes and '' denotes thoughts. I wrote this chapter like way back when (November to be precise) and when I pulled it out, I wasn't happy with it. So, I re-wrote it completely today and this is the result. ::Points at the story below:: The first draft for this chapter kinda left me hanging on what to do for chapter four. I had three figured out, but it confused me on what to do with chapter four. But, I don't have this problem anymore! I hope ya'll enjoy it and remember R&R!
P.S. I want to give a shout-out to Jedi Mastre Kris! Hey girlie, without you I wouldn't be here!
Three days have passed since I was brought on board the Executor. I was being treated fairly nicely compared to the usual Imperial Treatment of captured rebels. It was so terribly boring, I only saw outsiders at meal times, and every time it was those awful blank stares. I've been dreaming about them, the expressionless faces. I have no idea why, except for the fact that I know they will take me away soon. I had hoped to see my family before I die. Thinking of my parents and sister was hard, but knowing that they are happy on Naboo, always cheers me up. My sister, Sola, had just announced her unborn twins when I left. They must be four-years-old by now. 'How time flies,' I thought sadly. They didn't want me to go; they said that I would never make it back home. They were right, after all, I wouldn't. But my heart had believed that joining the Rebellion was what I needed to do, and I always listened to my heart.
All of a sudden I heard voices at the end of the hallway that ran through the Detentionary. They grew louder until the voice's bodies stopped right outside my door. 'Talk about Déjà Vu', I thought darkly. They walked in and grabbed me in the same fashion as before, but this time they carried me to an infirmary. The Infirmary was it's own section of the ship. The entrance led into a lobby-like room where all the offices were. We went through the room, down a long hallway, and into a small white room. The guards told me to wait here, then walked out leaving me all by myself. 'Strange.'
But at that very moment a burly woman dressed in a white Imperial Physician's uniform walked in. "Strip!" her high-pitched voice commanded. I did as I was told, and took off the remnants of my rebel uniform, which was ripped and torn from all the fighting three days ago. "All the way," she said getting more and more irritated by the minute. I looked down at my underwear, yes, after four years fighting in a civil war I was still shy. "NOW!" she screeched. I un-fastened my bra and pulled my panties off and threw them on top of the other clothes. "Good, now lie on the table where I can check you out." She checked everything from A to Z, including giving me a Pap Test. 'What did they think we were…Animals? Completely un-civilized beings running around?' my mind screamed.
She stopped her examination and picked up a data-pad from a near-by desk and tapped a few things into it, then stated plainly, "Your good, now do bathe yourself." She pushed me into the next room that had a fresher in it. "Five minutes, and wash your hair too!" Oh, a bath! I wanted one so badly; I probably needed one too. I jumped in quickly and washed my body, and then my hair with shampoo the nurse gave me. The five minutes ended to quickly for my liking, but I had to get out. She handed me a towel, I took it and wiped off all the water. I wrapped it around my body and followed her back into the examination room. "Get dressed," she commanded.
I reached down for my clothes and she screeched again, "No, not those, these!" I looked over in the direction she was jabbing her finger. There, neatly folded was a set of clothes was a white fitting shirt and a pair of khaki pants for me to wear. The nurse stopped muttering about stupid rebel scum long enough to inform me, "No underwear." "Wh-," I stopped myself quickly. The woman looked as if she was going to flog me at any moment. I finished dressing and was pushed out of the room by the nurse. The guards with the dome-like helmets stood there instead of the Stormtroopers. 'Oh-no,' I thought. Every time they showed up it meant that I was going to be taken to Vader. They grabbed me roughly and cuffed me like they always do, which must be Imperial procedure, and I don't mean just the cuffing part. Grabbing at things, including people, must be the only thing they know how to do because they sure do it a lot.
We walked out of the Infirmary and all the way across the ship, not that I'm complaining, I loved the chance to walk off some of that soreness you get for sitting for days on end. Our destination turned out to be the War Room, which I figured out because it was written on the big doors that opened to let us in.
Inside were all of the head personnel of the ship, and Vader was among them. His large, towering frame was standing at the far end of a holo table that was centered in the middle of the room. Everyone then noticed my presence, some glanced at me, others flat-out stared. 'I must be popular around here,' the sarcastic thought made me frown. The guard on my right muttered, "move" and pushed me towards the table. Vader then spoke up with his powerful voice, "It's good for you to join us, Demonassa." My previous frown returned, but accompanied by anger. He chuckled and announced to everyone in the room, "Demonassa has decided that she will help us, men, with tracking down the missing Rebels." My eyes flashed in defiance, I wanted to jump across and smack him hard! But, alas, I wouldn't make halfway, the room was full of highly well trained men and Vader himself was consider invincible. I took a deep breath and looked down at the halo table. I froze immediately, my eyes widening in horror…
To Be Continued…
