Note: My Alias fic is finished! I will do another in the near future but for now I am free doing just US3, very soon I will be plotting a new SW fan fic which I will do side by side with US3 until US3 is finished. I have already said what this fic that I will soon begin plotting will be about. It will be another Vader/Padmé fic where Vader is a sith apprentice under Sidious and Padmé is one under someone else, Vader captures her and they join together, eventually falling in love.

Chapter 11: Almost 18 Years

Vader had sent Admiral Daala out once more on a mission which was to talk to Captain Panaka, and if he would not talk she was to bring him to Vader. Panaka lived in a private residence now, he had retired long ago and was enjoying the large sums of money he made in his retirement, he lived on the edge of an impossibly blue and beautiful lake just outside of Theed in a large house, it was not a mansion but it was large, he, and his wife sat out on their large stone deck overlooking the giant lake and drinking some Nubian champagne. They didn't notice Admiral Daala or her storm troopers until the climbed the wooden stairs to the deck.

Captain Panaka was clearly aging, as was his wife, both had numerous gray streaks through their jet black hair and wrinkles about their dark faces. Panaka stood up, outraged as the Imperials stepped onto his property, he stepped right up to Admiral Daala, looking her straight in the eyes.

"This is a private residence! According to law 447 passed by the Imperial senate a private residence owned by a former solder, security guard or captain, or any other former military or current military personnel cannot be invaded without some sort of warrant."

"Very good former captain, you are correct, the senate passed this because of all the complaints they received from solders under suspicious, this law is still under debate since the Imperial senate was dissolved a while ago therefore it is not valid. If it makes you feel any better I am under orders from Emperor Vader himself."

"It doesn't make me feel better, get the hell off my property!"

"I only need some questions answered, would you be willing to sit down?"

"No."

"Very well," Daala said, she turned to her troops. "Please escort Mr. and Mrs. Panaka into their house and sit them down."

"Yes Admiral."

The troopers rushed and seized the two, Captain Panaka struggled somewhat.

"Admiral?" He huffed quizzically.

"My name is Admiral Daala." Daala stated following them into their house and then into their living area. They were both sat down roughly on their own sofa by the storm troopers. Daala sat down on the comfortable arm chair opposite them.

"Now that we are comfortable lets get down to business. We believe you know the whereabouts of Padmé Naberrie Amidala Skywalker."

"Are you insane?!" Panaka cried, though he hesitated a moment, Daala's eyes narrowed.

"I'm terribly sorry Mr. Panaka, that was an implied question perhaps you are not intelligent enough to comprehend that. Let me make this as crystal clear as possible—"

"I heard you the first time!"

"Where is Padmé Naberrie Amidala Skywalker?"

"She's dead!"

"I grow extremely tired of this." Daala hissed. She pulled out her blaster pistol and shot Panaka's wife in the shoulder. Captain Panaka leapt up but was restrained by a storm trooper. Two that had been standing by the wall rushed to Mrs. Panaka and carried her out.

"I shall be taking you to Vader."

XxX

Captain Panaka looked up at Vader as he entered his cell aboard the Knight Hammer along with a black and domed probe droid. He spat on Vader's boot as the cell door closed.

"You bastard! Where the hell is my wife?!"

"Your wife, Captain Panaka, is in medical care, we can either treat her wound and you can tell us where Padmé is or we can kill your wife and you can still tell us where Padmé is, you have two choices, pick one."

"Never! Padmé is dead and even if she was alive I would never tell you where she was after what you did to her!"

"Do not try to deny her existence Panaka, I already interrogated the Naberrie's, Padmé is alive. Are you sure you will not tell me willingly where she is?"

"I'm sure."

"Very well," Vader said pulling out a comm link and switching it on, he then spoke into it. "This is Lord Vader, shoot Mrs. Panaka in both of her legs and toss her down a garbage chute."

"Yes sir," A storm trooper's voice. Vader put away the comm link.

"I will kill you for this Vader, I will kill you!"

"No you will not." Vader replied as Panaka tried to jump from the bench, sadly his hands were bound to it behind his back. Vader plucked a giant syringe from the probe droid's hold as well as a bottle of clear liquid. He sucked a load of it into the syringe and squirted it once, it came out in a fine thin stream landing in Panaka's hair. Panaka protested, cursing Vader in all sorts of languages as his head was pushed down by a gloved hand and the needle was inserted into the back of his neck, Vader injected the truth serum into him. He shook as it coursed through his veins, Vader deposited the syringe and bottle back into the probe droid's metal clasps.

He waited until Panaka calmed and sat back, his eyes were bloodshot.

"Tell me where Padmé is." Vader commanded calmly.

"Who's Padmé?" Panaka asked slurring is words.

"Tell me where she is." Vader commanded more forcefully. Panaka jumped.

"Whoa, you're face is ugly."

Vader didn't even retort, he was growing tired of this, he took two breaker cable from the droid and clipped them onto the skin of Panaka's leg, the jagged edges dug into his flesh, producing a bit of blood. Vader set the amount of electricity he wanted and asked Panaka once more. "Where is Padmé."

This time the captain didn't even reply, he screamed as he was now hallucinating something horrible. Vader seethed with anger, he amplified the voltage to its maximum and pushed the dial down, electricity was released from the probe droid and it coursed through Panaka's veins.

XxX

Panaka had given up. It had taken a while, Vader shocked him dozens and dozens of time, so much the flesh on his legs had begun to burn, so much that he nearly died like his wife, but finally Panaka gave him the coordinates for Padmé's safe mansion in the mountainous country. After that Vader had simply put Panaka out of his misery, he simply gave him a lethal injection.

Padmé's mansion was supposed to be well guarded, Vader didn't know what to expect, he rode in one troop transports along with two dozen phase two dark troopers who were armed with long barreled blaster rifles and equipped with jetpacks. Vader watched out of the view ports as the craft buzzed over Theed and headed towards the rich mountains, landing in a cluster of them, in a clearing in a large forest near Padmé's hidden house they debarked from the transport, Vader allowed the head dark trooper to lead them until finally they came to another large clearing. There stood a breathtaking mansion, three stories up and built out of that common sandy marble colored stone. It had numerous verandas and balconies on which stood snipers dressed in royal guard uniforms.

Vader silently ordered twelve of the twenty four dark troopers to enter by the balconies, they ignited their jetpacks and leapt into the air. One was almost instantly gunned down by a sniper who had shot him in the face, damaging his photoreceptors and causing the trooper to spiral and crash into the side of the mansion. Letting the dark troopers lead Vader charged into the grounds, a couple of security foot solders opened fire. The dark troopers cut each of them down and continued to the main doors of the mansion.

Vader was nearly there he could clearly sense a presence in the Force, something he had not felt in a long time… Padmé was here, he knew it. Then his senses changed, warning alarms went off in his brain, what was—

He turned just in time and ignited his lightsaber to deflect and oncoming blaster bolt, it hit the blood red blade and flew back into the one who fired it. Vader turned towards the doors as the dark troopers literally ripped it open, so hard that they popped it out of its track (it was an automatic door, therefore it had a track) Vader followed them as they entered and killed a couple of security personnel.

Vader found himself in an entrance hall, a flight of stairs leading to a landing which had doors to rooms on the second floor stood in front of him, there was a spiral set of stairs on top of the landing leading to the third floor Vader assumed, the floor was pure marble, he was almost sorry to see the scuff mark his boot left on it, there were busts of old Nubian kings and queens on small pillars on either side of the room.

Vader sensed another guard, he watched as the man ran down the steps, he wore the customary security guard uniform which consisted mostly of a blue tunic and pants, a brown leather vest, matching boots, and a brown leather cap with some odd insignia made of out metal stitched to it. The guard drew a blaster pistol, Vader simply twisted his thoughts and the blaster fell out of the man's had, he grabbed a twelve inch long vibro knife he had been issued from a sheath under his vest and ran at Vader holding in a stabbing position to his right side.

When he reached Vader he met a glowing crimson lightsaber blade in mid air. Both blades locked for just a moment and then both wielders pulled away, sadly for the one with the inferior weapon (meaning the vibro knife) the other had fast reflexes, Vader slashed at the guard and sliced him neatly in half just as a dark trooper approached him.

"Lord Vader," It said in an emotionless droid voice. "We have cleared floors one and two, floor three seems to be locked off, there is only one entrance."

"Yes I know, stay here, I will deal with floor three myself."

Vader ascended the flight of stairs to the landing and then the spiral set on top of it, he reached small hall with a single sealed door at the end of it, he drew his lightsaber for the third time today, walked up to the door and cut a neat rectangular human sized shaped hole in it. He stepped through it and found himself in another hallway, this place smelled of Padmé, he followed her trail to a closed unlocked door.

His heart was beating, he was as tense as he could be for a half cyborg, mentally preparing himself he opened the door—

There she was, sitting on an armchair facing him and reading a piece of Nubian literature. She had not aged well at all, her face had not creases on it whatsoever, her hair has but a few strands of gray tied back with the rest of if and flowing almost down to her mid back. She wore a sapphire dress and robes, she paused in her reading and looked up at him, even her eyes were the same. He half expected her to smile like she had done so often when he came to her apartment during his time as a Jedi, this was not the case, she did not smile, she didn't even frown, her face was almost desolate of emotion, any emotion.

"Anakin," She said rather quietly. "It's been almost eighteen years."

There you are, Padmé is back.