Yes! Finally, Chapter four. More will be revealed in this chapter. Maybe more about this 'Sniper'^_^ This song inspired me. Especially with Vader. Thousand Foot Krutch- Give up the ghost.

Disclaimer: Star Wars does not belong to me.

"Tell me!" Vader roared as he force pushed Bail against the wall. He walked closer to his opponent. His fist clenching.

Bail tried to get up but Vader stopped him by force pushing him back down. "I'll keep on torturing you." He snapped as he grabbed him by the collar. " I'll kill you right now, but it will be useless!" He yelled hoarsely. He felt so much hatred towards the senator.

" I'll prefer to be d-d-dead than g-giving you any I-infor.." He managed to say, finding it hard to breathe. "If I tell you would you g-give-

Vader lost grip of him. Making him able to speak more formally. "Now, what where you going to say. To give you what. What can you possibly want in exchange?!" He asked, menacing.

Bail coughed before speaking. "Leia." His voice now a whisper.

Vader halted for a moment. Leia? No he missed heard him. "You heard me, Vader. I want Leia back." Bail implied as blood poured down his forehead.

Vader turned around. Not being able to face him. How could he say that?! A hoarse small laugh escaped his dry lips. "Do you think Leia is some kind of merchandise? She's my daughter for kriffing hell!" He snarled.

Bail flinched slightly but recovered. "You know better that Obi-

"Enough!" He growled. More menacing than before. The mention of Obi-Wan made every part of him burn. He stepped forward, forcing him to back up several steps. He already had this discussion with him and had no intention to discuss it otherwise.

He knocked out Bail and left. He'll deal with this later. Bail laid there unconscious. With several visible bruises. He suffered lacerations to his head and face. His senatorial clothes now stained with his own blood.

Bail awoke with a start. His vision blurred like a disturbed water of pond before it was given time to settle. His black eyes flicked upward finding himself staring at nothing but the dark grey ceiling. His heart pounded in his chest. Where am I? Why can't I remember anything?

Bail attempted to sit upward, only to be pulled back down by the restraints binding him. He balled his fits, sweat dripping his forehead. Opening and closing them over and over. His head hurt and he could feel sweat trickled down as he remained in the bitter silence. His memory starting to return to him in pieces. Delivering the information to Sniper before he was... captured. That's it! He was captured by Vader. He was tortured to hell. Pushed and bruised by him. And making him angry by mentioning Obi-Wan, oh how he wish he was here.

Last time he ever spoke to him was five months ago. That seem a long time ago but Obi-Wan couldn't stay there a minute longer. He had some businesses to take care of. He hadn't pushed the topic farther. Obi-Wan left by then, not concerning about his whereabouts.

Bail thoughts were halted by Vader's infamous respiratory. "Comfortable my acquaintance?" A faint chuckle came from the masked man.

Bail gave him a look of disgust. It was not a common thing to say. "Not a bit."

After a few brief minutes of silence. Vader grew serious once again. He reached out a hand upward Bail's forehead. He felt a sting in his brain. It was an abnormal feeling, with a mix of ambivalent emotions. As if someone was flipping through files in his mind and he couldn't stop them. He let out a shuddering breath. His head was thrown back with a violent force against the metal chair he was attached in.

"Where is it!?" Vader demanded loudly.

Bail screamed loudly as Vader reached more directly into his brain for information. Vader was too strong in the force. Burning rage hissed through his body like deathly poison, screeching a demanded release in the form of unwanted violence. It was like a volcano erupting; fury sweeping off me like ferocious waves. The wrath consumed like, engulfing my moralities and destroying the boundaries of loyalty. His screams later became protests of agony. His head was going to explode anytime. He was sure of it.

"WHERE IS IT?!" He snarled loudly. Before he could answer his brain exploded. The room was filled with a loud cry of despair.

"Sniper! It's good finally seeing you alive." Riyo declared happily. Oh how she wished in hugging her right now, but she couldn't.

"You too, Riyo." She replied more serious. "What brings you here?" She asked. Whenever Riyo comn her it was because of something important, not some kind of friendship chat. As much as she would love to talk to her besides work, it will be useless and a total waste of time. Therefore, duty comes in first of hand.

"Well, I don't know if you heard about this. But." Sighing. "Bail has been captured. As bad as it sounds, by no time the information has been in hands of Vader. Maybe by now, its in hands by the emperor himself."

She didn't replied but only smirked in response. Riyo gave a confused expression. "Don't worry, Riyo." She cocked an eyebrow towards her friends odd response. What? What was she referring to?

Sniper let out a soft chuckle. "Okay, before you go to any conclusions. I have the information. Bail was able to send it before he was captured by Vader." She let out a long sigh in clarification.

Riyo couldn't believe her ears. She gave a surprise look as she grew speechless. "You had done it again, old friend. Haven't you"? She managed to say with a friendly smile. But after seconds, it quickly faded into a frown. "But, now you'll be in jeopardy. Y-you can't risk your life, it's at stake."

"I know, Riyo. But my life has always been at stake, remember? During the clone wars? How many times have I been captured, or how many times have you been captured by separatists and bounty hunters?"

Several times, indeed. She had a point, a huge point. She was right. All their entire life's they've living in jeopardy. But it was thanks to Sniper she standing right now, breathing still. Such as a game of cat and mouse. When the separatist came to her and took her.

"Yes you're right."

"Anyways, I have some good news for you."

"The emperor wishes to speak to you, milord." An officer informed.

"I'll be on my way. Please retrieve the body somewhere no one will find it, be sure to hid it far away from here."

"Yes milord." The officer replied confidently.

Vader went inside his chambers. The emperors face visible in the communicator. "What is thy bidding my master"?

The emperor sense the dark side raising inside his pupil. "Has your mission been successful, Vader?"

"Yes, my master. Although, the information has been sent to another rebel."

The emperor raised an eyebrow. "Such as who?"

"It is known as a fact, Bail linked me to the location of this rebel. The location is in Tantooine, master." Vader flinched in mention of his home planet.

"Very well, you will go to Tantooine next. Do you have any conclusions of who might this rebel be?"

Sweat pour down Vader's forehead. He felt a connection to the rebel, as if familiar. "No. But I will eventually find out."

The emperor didn't reply. Just stood there, pondering on his own. Vader's respiratory visible. "You will inform me right away." As he ended the call.

Vader got up and went directly towards his sleeping chamber. As he reached his chamber he swore under his breath when his communicator started beeping once again.

The vast image of his daughter came to be. She was already dress in her white long pajamas. Her long curly brown hair was out in long blocks. She looked so small, and yet so fragile. How could someone like her be with a monster like him. He sensed she felt uneasy about something. Perhaps she had a bad dream.

"Daddy." Her voice was only a whisper. She had been crying. Her tiny hands reached upward wanting to be hug by him.

Vader chest grew warm out of sudden. "What's wrong, sweety?"

Leia's large brown eyes became watery. "D-daddy, L-Luke is not here, I-I- don't know w-what happen but he's not here." The warmth was gone, and cold took its place. Slow desolate tears ran from her unblinking eyes and dripped steadily into her nightclothes.

He can feel the fear in his chest waiting to take over. Perhaps it only wants to protect him but Luke risks danger. It sits there like an angry ball propelling him towards an anxiety he just doesn't need. "Leia."

She didn't look up at him. By all means, she looked down at the cold floor beside her. Tears streamed down her eyes onto the floor. She was scared in taking the blame. But she hadn't seen Luke since who knew when. Vader stood there with pure rage. Ambivalent emotions he couldn't describe in the precise moment. Fear for his son. He couldn't bare to lose him. He had already lost Padme six years ago, but he wasn't going to lose their son.

Chapter four will be posted by Friday or Sunday. I promise chapter four will be longer than expected. Chapter five as well. Please tell me what you would like to see(read) in the next chapter. Thank you so much for your few favorites and followers for this story. It really means a lot! Even if it's a small amount, it keeps me grinning which inspires me to write more than intended! Thanks once again!