Disclaimer: I'm only saying this once, I DO NOT OWN STAR WARS. I believe that Disney Just purchased the rights from George Lucas.
Dantooine: Three Weeks Later:
Twenty four year old Darth Vader, Supreme Commander of the Imperial Fleet, quietly walked down the boarding ramp of his personal shuttle. He looked at his surroundings, noticing an open field before staring up towards a steep hill, he noticed white armored Stormtroopers swarming the hill as a young Officer rushed towards him.
"What is the situation Lieutenant?" Vader asked.
"We are moving into the bunkers your Majesty, we have suffered minimal casualties and the Rebels are in full retreat."
"Very well," Vader replied as he stormed towards the hill.
He walked up the hill with little regard for the corpses that were spread out on the ground as he approached the bunker.
As he walked into the dark bunker, he noticed the Squad Commander eagerly approaching him, "Is the base fully secured?"
"Yes my Lord, there were twenty Rebel troopers outside or something like that."
"I saw them when I came in," Vader replied.
"Once our snipers took out their Ion cannon it was a walk in the park. When we got into the bunker, there was maybe nine rebels, we have successfully taken three prisoners."
"Very well," Vader replied.
"Any requests my Lord?" The officer asked.
"I want you to bring the prisoners outside for interrogation, collect whatever useful data you can and then burn the base," Vader stated.
"As you wish my Lord."
Vader then turned and stormed out of the tiny outpost in silence as he headed back towards his shuttle craft.
He then stood in front of his shuttle as the same young Officer who had greeted him when he had landed, rushed towards him, "We found the Death Star plans my Lord."
"What?" Vader asked in disbelief.
"They are inside of an astromech droid that was damaged during the fight."
Vader nodded as he spoke, "I want you to remove the chip from him before he's reactivated."
"There's more Lord Vader."
"What do you mean more?"
"We have confirmation that this droid was Queen Amidala's personal servant."
"What?" Vader asked in disbelief.
"Yes my Lord."
"Very well Lieutenant?"
"Piett sir, my name is Lieutenant Firmus Piett."
"What proof is there that this droid belongs to Queen Amidala?"
"I scrolled through it's memory and it matches the markings of the droid that she was seen with when she disappeared last week."
Vader was in shock at the skill of the younger Man as he pondered the man's statement, weeks ago, Imperial intelligence had submitted a report that showed that Queen Padme Amidala was in fact secretly aiding the Rebel Alliance. There was also evidence that a Jedi Knight had brought her the plans for the Death Star.
The investigation that had followed had resulted in the young Queen's mother betraying her and promising to control her daughter if the plans were found with her daughter.
So far, neither Amidala or the plans had been found and she had successfully escaped from the bedroom where she was held in her family home, with help.
Vader had no doubt that the Former Queen had ran off to the Alliance but he was more than surprised by the fact that the plans were separated from her. Did this mean that she had copied the data card that contained the plans?
Vader frowned as he spoke, "Is there any indication that she copied the data in this card?"
"No my Lord, it appears that the code still hasn't been broken, they were in the progress of decoding it when we found the Droid, although the Droid would have decoded it had we not shot him."
"And he appears to be repairable," Vader commented as he saw two stormtroopers setting the blue and white astromech droid down on the grass at his feet.
"A droid with this kind of talent? No wonder he served the Queen as her servant, he's far more than just a mechanic. Send him to my chambers, I will repair him. He's too fine of a droid to waste in the trash compactors," Vader stated.
"As you wish," Lieutenant Piett replied.
At that moment, Vader saw the three prisoners being led towards him.
He then motioned for the two stormtroopers that were escorting the prisoners to step aside as he stepped forward.
He then spoke, "I have the Plans for the Death Star, but I still have another question, where is Queen Amidala?"
"I don't know," One of the Rebel Officers replied.
Vader in obvious agitation raised his hand as he released a storm of lighting that burned into all three men.
He then started to probe the minds of the three officers in frustration as he realized that they were speaking the truth. From what he could tell, the droid had simply rolled up to the bunker with the plans.
He shook his head as he raised his hand and made a fist, within seconds there was a horrible snapping sound as all three men died.
Vader then spoke, "Do what you will with the bodies, I will be back within a few moments."
"As you wish," Lieutenant Piett nervously replied.
Vader then walked a short distance away before reaching for the comlink on his utility belt.
Within moments, he heard Wilhuff Tarkin speaking, "What have you found out Lord Vader?"
"I have the plans, they were just being decoded on the outpost on Dantooine when I found them, as for Queen Amidala, she is nowhere in sight, the Prisoners that we took didn't even know where she was."
"I don't care about the little stuck up rich brat, all that I care about is the plans. As I recall, when I asked you to recover the plans, I never said recover the fifteen year old Queen. Moff Panaka is below you in rank and his requests are irrelevant. So as far as I'm concerned she can just disappear. I don't care!" Tarkin angrily stated.
"Neither do I," Vader replied.
"Will you come to Eriadu to return the plans?" Tarkin asked.
"Yes, I will be on my way immediately," Vader replied.
"Good, I will see you when you arrive," Tarkin replied.
Vader shook his head, the Death Star wouldn't be complete for another seventeen years, and Tarkin was still protecting it like it was his bread and butter, Vader thought in disgust. In his own mind it was a flawed design and he also didn't approve of any type of Technological terror.
"Vader out!" Vader stated as he severed the connection.
Eriadu: One Day later:
Wilhuff Tarkin smiled as he stood up from his office chair, the plans were going to be back in his hands in just a few hours. Now, all he had to do was focus on his task of supervising the construction of the Death Star.
At the same time, a thought popped into Tarkin's mind, Vader was very volatile and unpredictable, when they had last faced one another, Vader had almost killed him, what could he do to prevent future hostilities between himself and the next Emperor? He knew one thing, weather Palpatine wanted to admit it or not, Vader was the future Emperor. Vader was far more powerful than Palpatine and it was traditional for the Sith to destroy the Master and take the power.
Tarkin had had a good friendship with Caleb Skywalker, Vader's Father, and he knew that Vader loathed him in many ways for that friendship, what could he do to break the ice?
At that moment, the door opened and he saw General Cassio Tagge stroll into the room, "I finished my reports Sir, I'll be heading home for my month of vacation now."
"I see, I'm guessing that you're not planning on staying on Eriadu are you?"
Tagge shook his head, "Not really, the baby is due in a week and I can't wait to see my wife."
Tarkin said nothing as Tagge turned and left the room.
At the same time, he heard his comlink buzzing.
He looked at the frequency as he realized that it belonged to a prominent slave trader that he had done business with in the past.
Most of the slaves that his wife kept and the slaves that he had kept had been purchased from the seller.
He answered it as he spoke, "Yes?"
"Governor, I have some fine merchandise that may interest you, I will give you top pick of everything that I have if you come down to the warehouse where we conduct our transactions."
It was then that an idea came into the Moff's mind, "Any women?"
"Plenty, human and exotic. My Nephew brought in some beautiful girls in the six raids that he conducted last week."
"I will be right down," Tarkin replied with a smile as he severed the connection.
I think that I may have found the perfect gift for Darth Vader, Tarkin thought with a smile.
Tarkin then stood up and walked out of his office and headed towards his speeder.
Within the dark dingy Warehouse building was a series of prison cells that were guarded by droids and thugs alike.
In the front of the warehouse, was a large section for display where all of the slaves that were for sale were displayed for all of the buyers.
As Wilhuff Tarkin walked into the market, he looked towards the section that contained the chained line of slave girls.
He noticed several beautiful Twi'lek girls in skimpy outfits along with two beautiful Togruta slave girls, he also noticed several Zeltron girls, and dozens of human women.
At the same time, something caught his eye, he saw a beautiful dark haired human girl who was most likely in her mid teens clad in a bikini that was made of gold.
He silently walked towards the girl as he took a closer look at her, she was petite and she was most likely fifteen to sixteen years of age or younger based on her appearance.
She was staring at him with a look of defiance in her chestnut eyes that made the Governor smile.
Tarkin in some ways wished that he was going to be the one receiving this girl, but that wasn't the case, this girl was for Lord Vader and Lord Vader alone, and there were plenty of other girls in the Galaxy besides this young girl who would be Vader's gift.
At that moment, the seller approached him as he spoke, "I'll take her, how much do you want for her?"
"My Nephew said that none of his men touched her and I know how he is about the merchandise, so I would say that seventy five thousand is an appropriate price for this piece of merchandise."
Tarkin looked towards the girl as he spoke, "Open your mouth."
The girl said nothing as Tarkin in agitation stepped forward and forced her mouth open as he examined her set of teeth.
"She's going to need some breaking based on her behavior," Tarkin stated.
"She already kneed one of the men in the groin," the seller replied.
"I'm glad that she won't be my problem," Tarkin muttered as he spoke, "How about sixty five?"
"Seventy, and I'm not going any lower."
Tarkin nodded, "So be it, is there a transmitter in her?"
"The collar is welded onto her, and that marks her. The transmitter, I had it placed on her three weeks ago when we first got her. Here is the control,"
The seller replied as he held out a device that Tarkin immediately took.
"Thank you," Tarkin replied.
He then motioned to two stormtroopers who silently stood behind him, "Take her and escort her out to the speeder, I will be there after I pay the good merchant."
"Yes Sir!" one of the troopers replied.
Padme Amidala felt tears in her eyes as she was marched off towards the waiting speeder, she had ran from Naboo to avoid a horrible future, and now here she was in the hands of the devil himself. Who could be worse than Wilhuff Tarkin? She knew the stories of how he treated and violated his slaves and she knew that she would be no different.
If only her Father's efforts weren't in vain.
Growing up, she had been abused by her Mother time and time again until the day that her Father had filed for divorce, now here she was in the hands of a man who would only abuse and degrade her for life.
Tarkin climbed into his speeder as he looked at the slave girl who was in the seat behind him, yes Vader would be more than pleased with his new prize.
Naboo:
A tall broad shouldered man in dark robes walked through the Nabuian streets in silence as he approached a small Cafe.
As he entered the Cafe, he noticed several young adults drinking Caf that were no doubt in their early twenties.
He looked at them with his steel blue eyes as he spoke, "I have been away from Galactic Affairs for some time now, can one of you please tell me where I could find an old friend of mine?"
"What makes you think that we would know?" one young man asked.
"His name is Professor Ruwee Naberrie," the Man replied.
"And he's your friend?"
"Yes, I owe him a few favors, but I need his help before I can help him, assuming that you're students of the University."
"I'm in his class this semester. I was just by his place yesterday to deliver a book that I borrowed from him. He lives down the street in a small apartment, he's been there since the divorce."
"Divorce?" the Man asked.
"Yeah, his ex wife is just a total Imperial loving traitor, and she was abusing their kid, it happened years ago."
"I see, thank you for your time," the man replied as he turned and walked out of the room.
Ruwee Naberrie sat at his dining table in his small apartment in complete horror, three weeks since he had taken part in setting up his baby girl's escape and her ship was confirmed missing.
He had no clue as to where she was, and if she had escaped or if she had made it to the Rebellion, she had promised to send word and he knew that she kept her promises. What had happened? He asked himself in complete fear.
At that moment, he heard the sound of his doorbell ringing.
He stood up and answered the door where he was greeted with the sight of a hooded figure.
"Ruwee, it's been a long time."
Ruwee gasped in shock as he saw the hood drop down to reveal a man with steel blue eyes and a mix of blonde and grey hair, "Eli? Eli I was told that you were dead."
"When?" Eli asked as Ruwee motioned for him to step into the house.
"Master Kenobi gave me the news a few years before the start of the Clone Wars."
Eli shook his head, "The Hyperdrive on our ship failed and we ended up having our ship malfunction, when we crash landed, I was the only survivor, my former Master also died.
I ended up spending over ten years with the natives on the indigenous planet that I landed on until I finally left."
Eli breathed in deeply as he spoke, "We had just crushed a massive slave trading operation. When I ended up on the planet, I found that the natives were constantly living in fear of being abducted by slavers, so I spent about twelve years helping them to fight off the slavers."
Eli paused before he continued, "By the time that I found a way back to the Republic, the War had been going for two and a half years. There were dozens of my fellow Jedi that I had grown up with and trained with, who had been killed in the war, during my time away. I was of course given one month of rest before being thrown into action, the thing is, I-I never trusted those clones anymore than I did Palpatine. There was just something about them, I ended up saving myself just in time and I've been laying low since then."
"I see," Ruwee replied.
Eli then spoke, "I sense that a lot has gone on Ruwee since we last met, and I once told you that I would repay you for what you did."
"That's nonsense, you were a child, condemned to a life of slavery, of course I rescued you when I had the chance, you owe me nothing."
"Tell me what's going on," Eli demanded.
Ruwee shook his head, "I divorced Jobal a few years ago because she was abusing Padme."
"Padme?" Eli asked
"She wasn't born when you last visited was she?"
Eli shook his head, "I only remember little Sola."
"She's married now, with one little girl and another on the way."
"What? S-She was just a little girl when I last saw her, and it was you and your wife who were expecting," Eli stated.
"How things change," Ruwee replied.
"So what happened?" Eli asked.
"She was ousted from the throne a month or so ago because of my ex, you see, my ex wanted to control her so she used her friendship with Moff Panaka to get her dethroned."
Eli shook his head as Ruwee spoke, "The two suitors that she had lined up for her are going to make you laugh."
"Really?" Eli asked.
"It was going to be between Reliaz's son and Lego's son who ended up being her final choice."
"What a joke," Eli replied.
"So, there was nothing that I could do, Panaka had used his power to give custody of Padme back to Jobal, so Sola and I helped Padme get off world via a refugee transport that left at Midnight and headed for Alderaan. The ship was confirmed missing last night, and I haven't heard from her, and she was going to send me a message once she was safe."
"Are there any reports on the ship?" Eli asked.
"None that I've heard, the ship was officially marked as missing just last night." Ruwee replied.
"Let me see a list of all of the passengers that were on the ship, they always take holoimages of passengers due to the new laws that Palpatine convinced the Nabuian Government to pass after the Trade Federation crisis," Eli stated.
Ruwee immediately produced a datapad that Eli scrolled through.
Within seconds he spoke, "Here we are."
Ruwee looked and saw that Eli was focusing on the image of a middle aged man with an overgrown grey beard.
"His name is Rayon, he got out of prison three years ago after serving a twenty year sentence for doing what he's done here, I would know him anywhere."
"Who is he?" Ruwee asked.
"He does jobs for slavers, he deactivates hyperdrives on transports like this one, and then hides amongst the captive passengers as the pirates board the ship and collect whoever they want, it's similar to the way that I was kidnapped as a child, when I ran from my Father."
"I see," Ruwee replied.
"Fortunately, I know just where I can find this scum, I will interrogate him and I will chase down the leads and find your daughter."
Eli frowned as he looked towards Ruwee and noticed tears streaming down the older man's face.
"Eli, The thought of what someone may be doing to her right now is making me so sick. Do you think that she's alive?"
"A girl as beautiful as the one in that image?" Eli asked as he pointed to the image on the table.
Ruwee nodded as Eli spoke, "She's alive and don't give up hope, I will find her, I know that I will, even if it takes me twenty years."
"It's not safe for Jedi," Ruwee stated.
"It's a good thing that my face isn't on the posters with Kenobi and everyone else isn't it? And even a price the size of Coruscant on my head wouldn't stop me from helping a friend."
"T-Thank you Eli," Ruwee stated.
"Don't thank me until she's resting in your arms."
"What are you going to need?" Ruwee asked.
"Money, so that I can get information, food and transport."
"Will a hundred thousand do?" Ruwee asked.
"Will I break you?" Eli asked with a raised eyebrow.
"No, I have plenty of funds at my disposal since my Mother's death, and my Son in law, he's thirty two and he's very wealthy from his ten years of working as an architect. Just take what you need."
"I promise you, I will find her," Eli stated as he took Ruwee's hand in his own.
Ok, Eli is my OC, and I'm leaving him as mysterious as he was in this chapter, so go ahead and make your guesses and start figuring out who he is if you want. His identity will be revealed in later chapters. Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed the last chapter and or added it to their favorites or their alerts. I hope that you enjoyed this chapter as well.
-Fallen Jedi 79