AN: Hello my dear readers!
Lovely to have you back :-) Today we will find out how our cool Darth Vader will face his beloved enemy! Also Padmé is taken from her quarters, so there is plenty of stuff going on in this chapter.

Oh...and have I mentioned the twitch in Vader's trouser's?

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Chapter 14

Vader's P.O.V.

Vader's gloved hand moved over the key pad, tipped in the code to the Senator's room and waited for the clinical door to slit open. The mechanic closing mechanism reacted according to his wish and the force user exhaled before entering the room of the traitor.

Sitting leisurely on the bed, the brunette Nubian seemed to relax in silence. Was Amidala meditating? He doubted it. Useless politicians did seldom practice the high art of concentrating… But somehow the Force told Vader that Amidala was not a typical politician. There was more to her. And he hated her for it.

The closer the Sith got to the woman, the stronger he felt the presence of the Light side. It intimidated him- although he would never have admitted his fear. But never being one to avoid unpleasant situations Vader stepped into the room, feeling the brown eyes of the Senator run over his stature. She looked well. There was no weight loss, her skin was as fair as he remembered it… the images of the shower popped unwillingly in the slayer's mind.

"Milord" the Senator greeted calmly, while the force she radiated came crashing down upon Vader. A shudder went down the Sith's spine. He was supposed to say something, but felt his mouth dry and unable to find convinient words.

Bloody fantastic! Why did I not think of anything to say after I got to her… questioned the cloaked man irritated by his lack of planning. This was not like him. The bloody light side managed to confuse him again…

"Milord. I have heard of your recent success" continued the slender politician and Vader almost thought he heard appraisal in the Nubian's words. Was there proudness swelling inside his chest? No...Vader wouldn't allow this. He was educated better than too believe lies so easily… Nevertheless Palpatine's right hand man still didn't know how to reply to the Senator's statement. Instead his eyes, which were well hidden under his hood's fabric, followed the woman's every move. He watched as the brunette gently showed the thick braid of her hair onto her back. The fact he knew what was hidden under the silky fabric did not really help at the given moment…

Instead of feeling confused because of the strange behaviour of the Sith apprentice, Amidala gave off an aura of self-confidence. Where did all the courage come from so suddenly? Why did Amidala not fear him? Why did she not fear for the wellbeing of her family?

"Well, I heard about your victory on Bakura…" continued the Nubian and the words reached Vader like a shower of gold. But he mustn't be confused. Amidala was Nubian – and according to his experience lies were easily told by the people of Naboo. He knew Amidala's type. Vader was not raised and trained for nothing by the galaxy's most skilled liar… Nevertheless Vader gulped. He was not so immune to her flattery as he wanted to be…

Instead of answering the woman's attempt to converse, Vader started to panic. He didn't understand why the Light side was having such an effect on him- neither did he get why a non-force sensitive was able to be wrapped into the Light side to such extent! He needed to get away. He needed to meditate and think. Having made a decision the Dark Lord turned on his heel, knowing that behind the door his condition would normalise again. Suddenly Vader felt a different vibe from the Senator. It was as if she had become disturbed by the thought of him leaving so abruptly. Perhaps she did fear and thought he would do something to…? Force- he didn't get at all what could be going on in that politician's wicked mind.

Suddenly the cloaked blonde felt the woman change her position and the Force screamed to him that she was getting closer to him.

"Will you be visiting me more often then, Lord Vader?" asked Amidala innocently while getting more closer to him.

Force! Did that woman really think he was paying her a visit? Like he was some unimportant representative that paid the nobel Queen of Naboo his respect? The thought alone was enough to turn the Sith's blood into venom. Did she believe she was so special? Only because she was born in luxury and he was not?

She can not know of Anakin… reminded Vader himself grumpily and referred to his weak former identity. Regardless he needed to clarify things with that woman. His pride condemned him to answer.

"I am not visiting you. I am checking upon you" was the first time the Sith had directly spoken to the Nubian that day. Indeed the Senator needed to understand that he was the superior one here. She may have had a privileged upbringing but he was a Sith Lord… One day the most powerful one. The ruler of an Empire...

He was about to leave even though a mysterious pull encouraged him to give in to the Light.

"So if I don't behave you'll come here more frequently?" inquired the brunette with braided hair almost hopefully. Vader couldn't resist the urge to look back at the confounded woman. What was his enemy scheming?

As soon as the Palpatine's right hand man's eyes landed on Amidala, his thought became mute. The Nubian advanced and came nearer. Her silky dressed swayed obediently beneath her skin, her hips formed perfect shapes as she moved. Vader felt how his back stiffened. And also something within his pants reacted.

The lips of the Senator were still slightly curved, hiding her real thoughts perfectly. Vader felt the Light go through his cells. He should have never admitted it, but it made him feel good. The feeling remembered him of the warm morning sun that had shone on his skin. But his perception told him to be careful. It was easy to get burned by the sun…

Vader was in a frozen state. The light side affected him this time even more than the last. "Well?" A light chuckle escaped the Nubian's soft lips and caused Vader to shiver delicately. But not only was the Sith's spine shaking. The light vibration ran through the pocket of his trouser again.

Then the scales fell from the blonde man's eyes. Of course! The HoloWatch… it belonged to a Jedi and naturally reacted to the Light Side of the Force. Did that mean…?

Damn it.

Vader couldn't fight the feeling that he was only able to fullfill the task given to him by his master if he utilised the weaker side of the Force… The realisation covered his dutiful mind and it was by a snatch as if his mind was clear again despite the overwhelming presence of the Light. But were his assumption right? And how could he use his findings?

Without sparing Amidala a second glance, the Sith rushed out of her room. As soon as the door separated the enemies, Vader quickly grabbed the device from his pocket. A blue light emitted from the device but it didn't open, even if the Sith used to manipulate the Force in order to unlock it.

"Without a doubt…I will be able to open the HoloWatch…if she is there" mumbled the mechanically affin apprentice of Darth Sidious. Vader was still standing in front of the Senator's chamber. The door somehow weakened the Sith's connection to the Senator's Light, so he was able to relax and exhale. Even if his plan to withstand the Light failed quite miserably, he got closer to solve the Jedi device's mystery. But he needed that woman to accomplish his mission. The notion sickened him. A Sith Lord needing the help of a mere human woman. Pathetic.

Quickly showing the small gadget back into his dark the cloaked Sith begans to stroll away from Amidala's door. Around the next corner two patrolling storm troopers approached their commander. As soon as the soldier noticed their superior they saluted dutifully. But Vader didn't return the honour.

"Trooper. You will bring Padmé Amidala to the hangar, where she will be transported to the Executor. Bring her as soon as possible…" barked the Sith monotonously and dismissed the men in white after they complied.

It was the right thing to do. He needed to see if the brunette Nubian was the key to open the device. Vader smirked sarcastically. Obviously he would not get away with getting in touch with the Light side, which he wasn't really keen on. But if it was the price he had to pay to achieve his goal then so be it…it was nevertheless better for all participants to not test his hypothesis within his master's rage.

Who would have believed that the Senator will be such a worthy opponent? noted the slayer of millions, knowing how challenging his new task was likely to become. First of all he needed to figure out a way to concentrate on the soothing rage of the Dark Side while standing in a room with Amidala. A few minutes ago the Sith had noted that the effect that woman's Light had on him decreased drastically if he was concentrating on his mission. A perception he would have to work on.

Yes indeed. He needn't be afraid of the pull of the Light Side, because the dark side would show him a way to triumph over his inexplicable urge to receive the energy from the weaker side of the force. Getting lost in his thoughts again the young Sith walked slowly towards his transport ship. He would go ahead and meet the Senator on the Executor later.

Padmè's P.O.V.

Shortly after Vader's visit two troopers showed up in her room. They had ordered her to follow them, but were stuck back for an answer as to where the this tour would lead the former Queen. Padmé believed that the sudden instruction to leave her quarter behind was connected to the young Sith Lord, but she was unable to figure out the reason. Obviously when Vader was involved there was always that frightening possibility that she was to spend her last hours among the living, although it seemed unlikely that Palpatine would dispose of her this soon. Even if it was certain that the Emperor's protection had a due date…

A few minutes later Padmé was lead to a transport ship, while she noted that the halls of the Senate were deserted as never before. But the witty Nubian didn't actually wonder. Since Palpatine had dissolved the Senate the Senators became ipso facto redundant to the Galaxy. The system of the Empire did not require debate and the people's influence when there was an almighty council to decide about the matters of the former Republic. Palpatine only needed supporters and representatives of the planets, systems and unions in order to run his sick dictatorship. And of course the military, which was commanded by Vader…

The brunette was shaken as the small transport ship took off and manoeuvred away from the Capital. The pressure difference laid heavy on Padmé's stomach. She had never been very keen on flying, although it used to be an inseparable part of her duties ever since she was elected as Queen of Naboo. Nevertheless the ship continued his journey without any turbulence and the fact they hadn't entered into hyper speed signalised, that Padmé was to be brought to a place close to Corousant. Sitting alone in the transport cell of the ship the slender politician exhaled. She hated not having control of her life, but at least her slight nausea had stopped after leaving the atmosphere of the capital planet. Before Padmé grew more anxious, the small ship docked onto something and another metallic shake went through the carrier.

Where did they take me? questioned the woman with braided her rhetorically, because there were no windows in the ship that could have given her a hint.

"Lady Amidala. We have arrived. Follow me" entered a male storm tropper dressed in white and encouraged the Nubian to follow his lead. Not having much of a choice anyway Padmé obliged. Interestingly the brunette noticed that the gateway from the transport ship lead to another ship. So I am on some kind of floating station… noted the slender brunette casually and tried to gather as much details about her current whereabouts as she could.

On the other side of the gateway a golden droid received the Padmé and her guard.

"Welcome, Lady Amidala" greeted the shiny machine stiffly, before turning to the soldier: "I will guide her to my master, then. Thank you for bringing her."

I am to be left here? realised Padmé with crooked eyebrows. And who was the master anyway? Was it Vader?

With a confirmin nod the guard from the Senate quickly returned to the transport ship and left the former Senator in the droid's care.

"Lady Amidala. I am C3PO. If you require anything, do not hesitate to tell me" introduced the droid himself dutifully, before adding: "my master will await you shortly."

Machines were always easier to outwit with clever questions then humans, so the brunette decided to gather as much information as possible.

"Who is your master?"

The droid that was already slowly walking inside the unknown star ship halted.

"To master Vader, of course!" exclaimed the machine with almost joyful enthusiasm, where after it continued his stride.

Of course it was Vader…

"And what kind of ship is this?"

It was rather modern and new. But did this serve as a battle station? Was it a supply ship? Was she to go on a journey with Palpatine's lap dog?

"You are on master's personal ship. The Executor."

At least the ship's name suited his master…

"And will our journey be long?" questioned Amidala almost naively, hoping the talkactive C3PO would reveal more. "There is no current destination planned, Miss. We are in the orbit of Corousant" babbled the innocent golden thing conveniently and the Nubian nodded.

"Alright."

"Please follow me and I escort you to my master" sang the droid in his high pitched fashion and Padmé mentally prepared herself to enter the cavern of the beast.

Vader's P.O.V.

A few hours had passed since he had left Corousant behind. Vader usually retreated to his ship when his master didn't have special need for him. The air in the Capital was too polluted to the Sith's liking and the masses of people simply distracted him.

Standing with his long legs outstretched and his arms twinned behind his back, Vader meditated while inhaling the darkness of the Galaxy through the glass of the Executor's office windows. He didn't wear his cloak on his ship, because there were only droids working here when they weren't on a mission. It was so much easier to deal with machines then people. They always followed their orders as they were supposed to, they never questioned anything and they could be fixed. People couldn't be fixed. The former system had raised too many individuals, who found the meaning in life in self-realisation. A sneer appeared on the young man's face.

Individuality…what nonsense! judged Vader snidely, before ending his meditation. He had made a plan regarding the Cosian's device and the Senator: he would concentrate on opening the thing and Amidala would simply be guided to his office, told to sit down and emit her Light in silence. That should be enough to outwit the silly Jedi technique, or?

Sitting down on one of the leather stools at his long office table, Vader twitched with his hand and let the fiddly HoloWatch fly to his palms. It was surely well crafted and the technique used in it was remarkable… I will disclose your secret… mumbled Sidiou's right hand man determined and fetched his tool bag from one of the black cabinets in the corner of his huge office. The screw lay easy in Vader's talented hands. He had so often used tools to fix things, so he was confident to be able to solve a mechanism. The chore of the tasks was similar: in order to fix something, you needed to understand the mechanism behind it. Simple as that. It was only a question of time… and the longer he took with fulfilling the mission, the longer a ravaging Jedi could walk around and plan a revolt. A shudder went down Vader's spine. No, he wouldn't allow something like this to happen.

Just as he thought about a rebellion he saw a transport ship approach from Corousant, on which his office offered an outstanding view. Another sneer appeared on the force user's lips: wasn't it ironic that the traitorous woman appeared the minute he thought of a rebellion? He would have to convince his master to dispose of her after she helped him open this damn device… Amidala was a too dangerous being to exist. Or he would just slice her in two and lie to his master that she tried to attack him? No, that was not very convenient. As if her feather weight could seriously cause the mightiest Sith Lords of all times any harm...

Averting his eyes from the transport ship again, the Sith shook of his thoughts of murdering the Senator. Was it because something in him felt uncomfortable with the plan or because he knew that his master got to decide when it was time to send Amidala into the Force…