Just as the Emperor promised, he trained me in the ways of combat. Not himself, personally, but I fought against the Stormtroopers and many of the cadets at the Academy. He was a harsh master when I was ordered to report my progress on Coruscant. Nothing less than perfection was demanded of me. Often times, I failed. The officers on board the Death Star would always see me in the medical ward being healed from my broken bones and dislocated joints after such visits. No one would come to my aid, and the one person that I relied on was halfway across the galaxy.

Grand Moff Tarkin was a sadistic man. For the prisoners that I was forced to interrogate, he would stand to one side as I tearfully applied my knives and the whips to the unfortunate. If Tarkin saw me emotional, he would slap me across the face and then call in the interrogation droid, making me watch as the victim screamed in utter agony. I swear that he must have gotten off on it, but it was worse than horrible for me to bear. I was ashamed of myself and of my non-ability to stop the torture, but I did not want to die. That was the inevitable fate that awaited me if I failed in my duty.

I can still hear the screams in my sleep. I tried to empty myself of emotion during those times, but I could not block out the sights. Women and men screaming, children crying for their parents, the blood on my hands… Nothing ever escapes me anymore. Once my service was over, I woke up with bad dreams for five years later; I would leap from my bed and cover my mouth so as not to wake my son, but the lightning and the screams never faded away.

There was one time in my service that I saw Darth Vader again, eighteen years after his immolation. By all reports, Anakin Skywalker was completely gone by now. Darth Vader was a heartless, cruel man- no, more machine than man. He became synonymous with fear, with destruction, with the cruel strength of the Emperor.

The Emperor summoned me onto the Executor, Darth Vader's flagship. Knowing that I had no choice, I gathered up my belongings and flew over to the ship. As I entered the main cabin, I saw Vader again. I saw no sign that he recognized me as I bowed before my superiors; krit, I wouldn't have recognized myself after all that time.

On the ground was a young man, maybe fifteen years old. He was dressed in well-worn clothes, but I could make out the armor that he wore. From where I stood, I could make out a lightsaber wound in his stomach; Vader had pierced him with his blade. That boy had very little time left to live.

"Behold, Captain Organa, the price of if you fail in your services." Emperor Palpatine tossed Vader an evil look before he lifted the young man on the ground and tossed him around like a rotten piece of fruit using the Force before launching him out the ship's bay window.

"Now you understand, don't you?" The Emperor turned on me. "Nothing but complete obedience will suit my purposes."

"But, Master, I am always obedient to your will." That was true; why else was I torturing innocents except because my master ordered it.

"Your thoughts betray you, Captain." Force lightening came out of his fingertips, shoving me into the floor for my punishment. "You care for your victims, feeling empathy unworthy of an Imperial officer." The voltage of the lightening increased for a short increment, frying my circuits.

"Master, may I ask something of you?" Vader spoke up as I panted against the floor, the shock of the electricity flowing through my body still causing me pain.

"What is it, Lord Vader?" The Emperor was frustrated as I slowly got to my knees.

"I would like to take command of Captain Organa for six months time. I have prisoners on board that need… persuasion in giving up their true allegiances." Without a word, the Emperor walked past me, but not before kicking me in the back to land before Vader.

"She's your problem now. Return her to Tarkin when you're finished with her." When the Emperor left the room, Vader looked down at me.

"Make your way to the Empirical. Once you have arrived, await my orders." There was no sympathy in his voice, no empathy. He didn't care, not one iota.

"As you wish, my lord." Getting back to my feet, I limped out of the room and made my way back to the Gambit to fly to my temporary assignment.

When I arrived at the Empirical, the surprise of my life was waiting for me. The same boy that Vader had just killed was strapped to a medical table. Was Vader trying to bring him back to life? Good luck with that…

For six months, I watched over the boy. From the boy's droid guardian, I learned that his name was Starkiller, and that he was Vader's apprentice. Vader had raised him from a boy into a Sith assassin. However, his future was unclear. For now, my circuits needed repairs, so I let the droids upgrade my cybernetics while others worked on reviving the boy.

Without anyone's knowledge, I made a hologram of Starkiller as he slept. A face normally relaxes and gives the semblance of looking younger while it rests. Starkiller looked like a warrior, through and through. The brutal life as Vader's apprentice had chiselled and made his face severe and angular, his brown eyes hard and icy. His brown hair was shorn close to his head, showing off more scars. His body was covered in old scars from lightsaber duels. Yet, there was a hint of something as he relaxed, something pure. I could never tell what it was until six months later after his release.

The Emperor called me again to his side after two months, this time to the Death Star, his new battle station. I watched with uncaring eyes as my father and three other co-conspirators were convicted of treason and sedition. My own father didn't even recognize me as I stood there. I guarded the Emperor as Starkiller freed the prisoners and fought Vader, sacrificing himself in order to free the others.

Vader and Palpatine stood over the young man's corpse as he laid there in the midst of an explosion of Force lightening. Palpatine glared at Vader for allowing himself to become injured like that, and then barked at me to dispose of the body.

I did as I was ordered. I gathered up the body of the first leader of the Rebellion and placed it in an escape pod on the lower levels of the Death Star. I straightened out his clothes and placed his lightsaber in his hands before launching him to Kashyyyk, his home world according to what I was able to slice out of the confidential records.