Lady Vader
The Capture
Chapter 6-B
03.17.03
The room was fuzzy, and reeked of chemicals. I tried to look around, but I was lying down. I sat up with what strength I had. My vision was starting to clear up, 'I must have had my eyes shut a long time, but why?' My wrist tingled and begged to be scratched. I looked down to see an IV protruding from my vein in my wrist. Then, I heard the occasional beep of a machine
and saw the plain white furniture. It hit me, 'I'm in a hospital!' Just at that moment, a nurse walked in. "You're awake," she stated numbly. She picked up a data pad from a holder on the wall. She typed in something and sat it back into its cradle. I started to speak but found it hard to do so. Stuttering, "Wha-wha…I'm I-I doing he-here?" She looked up from the heart monitor. "You have just survived a very deadly disease." If the response was intended to be congratulating, the woman has failed miserably. "Many Imperial soldiers died from it on the infected planet, two-hundred, at least." I gasped. 'A disease? Hundreds dead?' My face must have shown my shock, "Don't even act it out, we know you started it." Her voice was accusing and hateful.
"I did not!" My voice was firm as I glared at the woman. Her eyes turned to then slits almost daring me to yell at her again. "You are very ungrateful, you know, I have slaved by your bedside to keep you alive for the past month or so." She slammed the pad back into the holder and stalked off. Sighing, I turned to lie back down, but stopped when I saw the porthole. Stars streaked by making white lines against the black velvet of space. We were obviously on a ship in hyperspace. My body ached all over; I must have had a high fever. I brought my palm to my head but it felt normal. 'I don't even remember feeling sick, until I passed out in my cell.' They must've found me and brought me here, but where is here? I'm I still aboard the Executor?
Just as Lord Vader was walking through the main doors of the Sick Bay, a woman passed him abruptly and almost knocked him down. His guard stopped her immediately to ask her questions. "What are you running around knocking people down for?" She looked at him startled. She turned around and looked at Vader. Upon seeing him, she bowed deeply and apologized profusely. "Try not to do it again," was his simple response. He wanted to see the Rebel woman and things kept on getting in his way. She bowed and finally left.
The doctor met him halfway to Demonassa's room. "Good day, milord." He gave a curt nod and they continued to her room. "I am proud to report that that she is finally awake and completely revived. You should be able to get your information now." They stopped outside her door. "But of course, with very gentle means. She is still very weak, milord." "Yes, doctor, I am aware of that. But now we have even more things to learn from her. Only she and her Alliance will be able to tell us how the out-break started." "Yes, milord," she said as she pressed the open button on the door's panel.
The doctor walked in first, to find Demonassa fully awake and staring out the porthole. "Hello, Demonassa." Her head turned sharply from the window to the visitor. It was a pretty woman in her thirties; she wore a lab coat with the insignia of an Imperial doctor. She stood next to her bed with the data pad in her bed. The Rebel woman curiously looked around the doctor to the dark figure standing in a dark corner of the room. She couldn't make him out, but then he stepped out of the shadows to reveal himself. 'Vader,' she frowned. He never brought good feelings. She quickly thought up her best sarcastic reply, "Come to wish me well, Lord Vader?" He let out a small laugh, "Yes, of course, milady." She frowned at his manners, 'Whats with the title, I wonder? Surely, he isn't being nice.' The doctor put the pad back into its wall holder. "Well, you're in good health. With some time, you'll be good as new." She never took her eye off the dark lord, "Where am I?" "You are in the medical bay of the Star Destroyer, Executor," the doctor looked somewhat puffed up. 'What I wouldn't do for a straight pin right about now,' Demonassa thought darkly. "Great, I almost thought you had abandoned me," she replied sarcastically. "Tell us, why did you plant the strand on the garrison?" Vader seemed ill about the situation but she had had it, "Why do you all think I know about the disease? I have no idea really!" She threw her hands up dramatically to emphasize her point. Vader pried further, "Then where was your last mission?" She sighed, "On Dantooine, in the Outer Rim. We stopped to re-fuel our transport ships." "And did you know, that Dantooine was the planet attacked by the disease? This is why we suspect you."
She let out a sarcastic laugh, "Oh, sure, and get myself infected as well?" She unfolded her hands and placed them on her hips, "Look, all we did on that planet was re-fuel. We left as soon as we found out there was an Imperial garrison, okay? Maybe it was just a natural disaster." Vader quickly corrected her, "It was no 'natural' disaster, the strand was man-made. We've studied the DNA make-up closely, the virus was tampered with to make it all the more deadly." He stopped when he noticed the look on her face. "What is it?" he commanded. "I think I know how I got it. When we found out about the Imperial base, we went over to check it out. On our way back, I found an Imperial soldier wounded and laying the path. Everyone else went around, but a friend and me stayed. He had three blast wounds, two in the shoulder and one in the chest. We treated his wounds and dragged him back to the base. We left him where someone would find him. I must've gotten it from the infected blood." Vader frowned under his cowl, 'Is this the truth or a lie?'
"Captain, go and see if she tells the truth," Vader commanded to the man who had been patiently waiting outside. "Yes, milord." Vader turned back to the Rebel woman, "We'll see, milady, but in the meantime-" "No! I won't tell you anything!" Vader stopped, 'Quite the little vixen, aren't you.' "Very brave of you, but I wasn't referring to the Rebel secrets. We could change to that subject, if you wish." She glared at him. "Leave us!" he commanded to the nurse and the guards. 'Oh, damn, this isn't happening. I am not being left alone with him. Oh! They're leaving me!' She whimpered silently, but Vader still heard her. She tried her best not to quiver, but her body deceived her. He took note of her frustrations, "You're afraid of me aren't you?" She stuck her nose in the air, "Hmph." He growled, "I'm tired of this, Demonassa." She looked at him curiously, "What ever are you talking about?" She could sense his anger heightening, or was it something else? "Your little game." She was thoroughly confused. "You know, I think you and your Emperor are getting Old Timer's disease, because you two love to ramble on about non-existent things a lot."
That did it; he threw back his cowl to show her his face. She gasped and if she hadn't been wearing a patient's gown she would've jumped out of the bed. He was nothing like she thought. She had honestly thought he was in his forties at least, possibly older. But this man couldn't be older than thirty. He had spiky hair that was a golden blonde and eyes of a grayish-blue. His skin was sun kissed bronze and was probably rippling with hard muscle under that tunic. She became light-headed all of a sudden and she couldn't grasp anything to say. 'He's so gorgeous!' "I-I thought you were…older." He smirked rather evilly, yet showed all of his sparkly white teeth. "Yes, you and the rest of the galaxy. But I'm not here to talk about me, let's talk about you and your suffocating tendency to drive me up the wall."
She had to look like a goober fish in headlights, because he started to laugh deeply. "Yes, I figured you had no idea you were doing it." "I still do not understand." He walked up to her, so that there were mere inches between them. She swallowed, "What are you trying to say exactly?" She looked up at him, 'He's so tall," she thought. "Oh, I think you know…" And with that he dipped down and- "Milord!"
To Be Continued…
The Capture
Chapter 6-B
03.17.03
The room was fuzzy, and reeked of chemicals. I tried to look around, but I was lying down. I sat up with what strength I had. My vision was starting to clear up, 'I must have had my eyes shut a long time, but why?' My wrist tingled and begged to be scratched. I looked down to see an IV protruding from my vein in my wrist. Then, I heard the occasional beep of a machine
and saw the plain white furniture. It hit me, 'I'm in a hospital!' Just at that moment, a nurse walked in. "You're awake," she stated numbly. She picked up a data pad from a holder on the wall. She typed in something and sat it back into its cradle. I started to speak but found it hard to do so. Stuttering, "Wha-wha…I'm I-I doing he-here?" She looked up from the heart monitor. "You have just survived a very deadly disease." If the response was intended to be congratulating, the woman has failed miserably. "Many Imperial soldiers died from it on the infected planet, two-hundred, at least." I gasped. 'A disease? Hundreds dead?' My face must have shown my shock, "Don't even act it out, we know you started it." Her voice was accusing and hateful.
"I did not!" My voice was firm as I glared at the woman. Her eyes turned to then slits almost daring me to yell at her again. "You are very ungrateful, you know, I have slaved by your bedside to keep you alive for the past month or so." She slammed the pad back into the holder and stalked off. Sighing, I turned to lie back down, but stopped when I saw the porthole. Stars streaked by making white lines against the black velvet of space. We were obviously on a ship in hyperspace. My body ached all over; I must have had a high fever. I brought my palm to my head but it felt normal. 'I don't even remember feeling sick, until I passed out in my cell.' They must've found me and brought me here, but where is here? I'm I still aboard the Executor?
Just as Lord Vader was walking through the main doors of the Sick Bay, a woman passed him abruptly and almost knocked him down. His guard stopped her immediately to ask her questions. "What are you running around knocking people down for?" She looked at him startled. She turned around and looked at Vader. Upon seeing him, she bowed deeply and apologized profusely. "Try not to do it again," was his simple response. He wanted to see the Rebel woman and things kept on getting in his way. She bowed and finally left.
The doctor met him halfway to Demonassa's room. "Good day, milord." He gave a curt nod and they continued to her room. "I am proud to report that that she is finally awake and completely revived. You should be able to get your information now." They stopped outside her door. "But of course, with very gentle means. She is still very weak, milord." "Yes, doctor, I am aware of that. But now we have even more things to learn from her. Only she and her Alliance will be able to tell us how the out-break started." "Yes, milord," she said as she pressed the open button on the door's panel.
The doctor walked in first, to find Demonassa fully awake and staring out the porthole. "Hello, Demonassa." Her head turned sharply from the window to the visitor. It was a pretty woman in her thirties; she wore a lab coat with the insignia of an Imperial doctor. She stood next to her bed with the data pad in her bed. The Rebel woman curiously looked around the doctor to the dark figure standing in a dark corner of the room. She couldn't make him out, but then he stepped out of the shadows to reveal himself. 'Vader,' she frowned. He never brought good feelings. She quickly thought up her best sarcastic reply, "Come to wish me well, Lord Vader?" He let out a small laugh, "Yes, of course, milady." She frowned at his manners, 'Whats with the title, I wonder? Surely, he isn't being nice.' The doctor put the pad back into its wall holder. "Well, you're in good health. With some time, you'll be good as new." She never took her eye off the dark lord, "Where am I?" "You are in the medical bay of the Star Destroyer, Executor," the doctor looked somewhat puffed up. 'What I wouldn't do for a straight pin right about now,' Demonassa thought darkly. "Great, I almost thought you had abandoned me," she replied sarcastically. "Tell us, why did you plant the strand on the garrison?" Vader seemed ill about the situation but she had had it, "Why do you all think I know about the disease? I have no idea really!" She threw her hands up dramatically to emphasize her point. Vader pried further, "Then where was your last mission?" She sighed, "On Dantooine, in the Outer Rim. We stopped to re-fuel our transport ships." "And did you know, that Dantooine was the planet attacked by the disease? This is why we suspect you."
She let out a sarcastic laugh, "Oh, sure, and get myself infected as well?" She unfolded her hands and placed them on her hips, "Look, all we did on that planet was re-fuel. We left as soon as we found out there was an Imperial garrison, okay? Maybe it was just a natural disaster." Vader quickly corrected her, "It was no 'natural' disaster, the strand was man-made. We've studied the DNA make-up closely, the virus was tampered with to make it all the more deadly." He stopped when he noticed the look on her face. "What is it?" he commanded. "I think I know how I got it. When we found out about the Imperial base, we went over to check it out. On our way back, I found an Imperial soldier wounded and laying the path. Everyone else went around, but a friend and me stayed. He had three blast wounds, two in the shoulder and one in the chest. We treated his wounds and dragged him back to the base. We left him where someone would find him. I must've gotten it from the infected blood." Vader frowned under his cowl, 'Is this the truth or a lie?'
"Captain, go and see if she tells the truth," Vader commanded to the man who had been patiently waiting outside. "Yes, milord." Vader turned back to the Rebel woman, "We'll see, milady, but in the meantime-" "No! I won't tell you anything!" Vader stopped, 'Quite the little vixen, aren't you.' "Very brave of you, but I wasn't referring to the Rebel secrets. We could change to that subject, if you wish." She glared at him. "Leave us!" he commanded to the nurse and the guards. 'Oh, damn, this isn't happening. I am not being left alone with him. Oh! They're leaving me!' She whimpered silently, but Vader still heard her. She tried her best not to quiver, but her body deceived her. He took note of her frustrations, "You're afraid of me aren't you?" She stuck her nose in the air, "Hmph." He growled, "I'm tired of this, Demonassa." She looked at him curiously, "What ever are you talking about?" She could sense his anger heightening, or was it something else? "Your little game." She was thoroughly confused. "You know, I think you and your Emperor are getting Old Timer's disease, because you two love to ramble on about non-existent things a lot."
That did it; he threw back his cowl to show her his face. She gasped and if she hadn't been wearing a patient's gown she would've jumped out of the bed. He was nothing like she thought. She had honestly thought he was in his forties at least, possibly older. But this man couldn't be older than thirty. He had spiky hair that was a golden blonde and eyes of a grayish-blue. His skin was sun kissed bronze and was probably rippling with hard muscle under that tunic. She became light-headed all of a sudden and she couldn't grasp anything to say. 'He's so gorgeous!' "I-I thought you were…older." He smirked rather evilly, yet showed all of his sparkly white teeth. "Yes, you and the rest of the galaxy. But I'm not here to talk about me, let's talk about you and your suffocating tendency to drive me up the wall."
She had to look like a goober fish in headlights, because he started to laugh deeply. "Yes, I figured you had no idea you were doing it." "I still do not understand." He walked up to her, so that there were mere inches between them. She swallowed, "What are you trying to say exactly?" She looked up at him, 'He's so tall," she thought. "Oh, I think you know…" And with that he dipped down and- "Milord!"
To Be Continued…
