A Planeslord Steals Leia

"No!" she cried surging forward to accost Tarkin with her bound hands, only for Darth Vader to seize her from behind, pulling her back and forcing her to watch the catastrophe unfold. Tarkin turned to the screen and became motionless. Her eyes fixed on the screen, Leia barely noted the other officers follow suit. Only Vader's sudden stillness struck her as in any way strange, but the lights on the Death Star continued to blink in their pre-programmed sequences, the background hum of the busy station barely changed.

Then a glowing man appeared out of thin air in front of her. That she noticed.

"Hello Leia," he spoke without moving his face, the words seeming to echo in her mind without ever passing her ears, "It appears that you are in quite some trouble."

"Alderaan is about to be destroyed, and you're worrying about me?" she squeaked, her usual control absent.

"Shouldn't you be?" he asked, his melodious voice calm, "You can't save her, and I can only hold these people for so long."

Glancing around, Leia finally noted the frozen faces that seemed ignorant of all. It was as if time stood still – save that the running lights still ran, and the background noise of an operational station continued.

"Can't you save Alderaan, please?" she begged the glowing figure, if you can do this..."

"I could crush the Death Star, perhaps deflect it's beam?" the figure queried as it drifted left and right, seemingly bemused by the tiniest detail on the walls, "Perhaps I could, but why would I? Why take that risk, that chance? What would I gain from such a reckless involvement?"

"My Father is very wealthy..." she stammered out, knowing that this chance, Alderaan's last, was sliping through her fingers, only to be disappointed when the figure shook his head.

"I would not act for all the wealth in the Galaxy, for there is little it could buy me that I would hold any value in," he gently admonished her, "You have but one thing left to offer me, but it would cost you everything – are you truly prepared to make that sacrifice?"

"Anything." she begged, tears of desperation dripping from her eyes.

"Not anything, Leia, Everything." she felt his focus narrow and even Alderaan faded away, "You have nothing to offer, except you."

The princess of Alderaan was not stupid, she quickly grasped what the strange apparition was hinting at. Nonetheless, she immediately caved to his demands, only to receive a sad little shake of the head in return.

"Oh, little princess," it's voice echoed with the barest trace of smug condescension, "It's not quite that simple. If you give yourself to me mind, body and soul, to save Alderaan; there will be consequences – more than you can imagine. Whilst your personal fate is severe enough, you should realise that you would be forever dead to the galaxy. Official records show that your ship was lost with all hands to pirates, that would be your final legacy. More than that, the destruction of Alderaan would have sounded the Empire's death knell. Imperial forces suffer mass desertions in it's aftermath, and fence sitters find themselves firmly set against the Empire. The subsequent destruction of the Death Star would be a huge symbolic win for the Rebellion, finally uniting the scattered rebels into a proper alliance and leading to a huge surge in recruitment as well. Without Alderaan's sacrifice, none of this happens. The rebellion remains small and scattered, the Empire overwhelmingly dominant. No guarantee they'll screw up like this again. Is that something you're prepared to give up, Leia?"

"Surely you can..."

"What, Leia?" she felt very small as the apparition regarded her with a level gaze, "Fake Alderaan's destruction? Perhaps publicise the Empire's crimes – that's worked so well in the past."

Leia's head hung, shame burning her cheeks red. Though the apparition's voice remained perfectly level, the sarcasm of his words burned. Eventually, after several long moments of stillness, it sighed.

"It seems that Tarkin had Imperial Propaganda prepared for the fall of Alderaan – it's how the act was originally disseminated." he informed her, "As it's Imperial, and authorised, it's unlikely to be blocked until it's too late for a retraction. The news of Alderaan's destruction may lack much of it's impact without any actual destruction to back it up, but the Empire's boasting may do much of the damage even then. The rebellion will have it's Cause, and the Empire will most likely grant them the prestige of the station's destruction regardless of the truth – would that sate you, princess? Is that enough of a sacrifice for Alderaan?"

"Y-yes, sir." she replied, hesitant but firm, "Save her, and I am yours."

"A pretty little sex slave," he replied, before his voice acquired a warning tone, "Eternity is a long time, but you'll learn to share."

Leia dumbly nodded as the apparition faded, and the others resumed animation. Vader turned her gaze towards the screen, and her homeworld. Tarkin just stared at it, eager to see the results of his grand scheme. The officers bent to their tasks, powering the mighty weapon that would annihilate the planet below. She watched a mighty beam of green blast across the view to strike her home, denials ringing in her mind.

Nothing. Alderaan survived the blast.

"What happened!" Tarkin demanded, scowling at his officers.

"Unknown," came the reply, "We recorded the beam entering Alderaan's atmosphere, but it appears to have been neutralised."

"Neutralised? How?"

"That would be me." a new voice interjected.

Leia tore her eyes from the screen to see her new master standing there. No mere apparition this time, he appeared human but for the unmistakable aura of power he wore. The pressure on her shoulder vanished as Vader attacked, but Master deflected his lightsabre with a swipe of his hand, catching the follow-up to immobilise the weapon.

"Poor form, old man," Master admonished the cyborg, "But what can one expect from an empire founded on treason?"

Vader staggered as the station shook underfoot, but Master vanished. A moment later she felt a renewed pressure on her shoulder and the scene faded to reveal the bridge of a different ship. The Death Star loomed large on the main viewer as a needle thin lance of red bored into it's Superlaser. Master stepped into view and took a seat at the centre of the room, his practiced eyes taking everything in at a glance.

"Report."

"We are approximately one minute from breaching the Death Star's main reactor," one woman responded.

"Signal intercepts reveal a mild panic on the world below," another reported, "Those which missed the attack are quite disconcerted by the Imperial news reporting their demise."

"The Death Star's transmission of propaganda is proceeding apace," a third added, "They should have a reasonable amount done before it dies."

"Good." Master's eyes bored into the screen until the Death Star exploded, then turned to face Leia, "Alderaan intact, Death Star gone, Imperial propaganda making a humiliating mess of the whole affair – you know what that means, Leia?"

Leia nodded before kneeling before him in a posture of absolute submission. Her hands (unbound? When had that happened) locked behind her, her head down, she answered him the only way she could:

"Mind, body, Soul; I am yours now and forevermore."

"Good girl," she felt his hand in her hair as he gently patted her, "Aspian will tell you what you need to know."

Leia felt a hand on her shoulder, as yet another beauty guided her away from the bridge.

"First things first, Clothing." She was told, "The Master doesn't mind us flaunting our bodies as long as we don't expose the goods in public. He found this wonderful bronzium bikini for you..."

A/N: Based upon my build for Planeslord Initiation by TroyXPage