A/N: Thank you for all of the wonderful reviews. I've read every single one and appreciate you all greatly. With that being said, please enjoy this next chapter! You might find it particularly satisfying.
The interesting thing about being able to probe someone's mind is that you become aware of far greater amounts of information than you initially sought. Far greater. Enough to fill entire coffers full of debauchery that has just been waiting for years, sometimes decades to be revealed. It was a skill that Vader prided himself on immensely, one that he thought himself to be outstanding at regardless of who it was. Especially if the fucker that he was going to do it on was suspected of being in league with the snake Rush Clovis, the sniveling coward that dared to kill his son, that dared to attempt to have his wife raped.
But he couldn't just barge into his office and begin tearing his mind apart alone, no the bulbous Senator Allure held too much weight, both literally and figuratively with the Senate. Annihilating him would need to be done like a dance at the opera, building up slowly just for the finale to end at a quick pace.
Traveling back down to the lower levels of the political district, Vader stalked his way back to Aphra's apartment. The girl would be overjoyed to see him twice in only the span of a week, but so be it. She had her uses and one of them was procuring information for him, making her an entirely too valuable of an asset to not consider using in this quest to sniff out the bastard that more likely than not organized the attempted assault of his wife.
Knocking on the door, Vader waited patiently. The electronic locks disengaged, and the young teenager appeared, with sleepy eyes, but her expression quickly changed to excitement. "Daddy D! You're back so soon?", Aphra asked astounded at the Sith Lord's presence.
"I am, Aphra. I seem to be in need of your slicing services yet again", Vader said quickly. "May I come in?" He hated having to ask that, but sometimes the girl seemed to enjoy having him ask. The brat.
"How could I dare refuse my most loyal customer?", Aphra asked to no one. Literally no one. "Come in, let's chat and find out whatever the hell it is you need this time, Daddy D."
Vader growled under his breath. One day he would finally cure that girl of her penchant for calling him by such a ridiculous nickname. It was something that he would have killed anyone else for, but she was just too damned good at what she did for him to ever consider taking her life. Dammit.
Aphra led him into the living area and they both sat down on opposite couches. Vader removed his hood and sat back, again admiring the cleanliness of the apartment that the wealthy girl chose to live in. She had more credits to her name to be able to live comfortably in the upper levels of the city, but for some reason she chose to live amongst the villainy of the lower levels.
"So, before we get into your new request for information, did our little diversion work with Sidious?", Aphra inquired with a serious tone that was quite frankly unusual for her.
"It did, thank you. He was completely deterred from attaining the true purpose of the Jedi Master, which saved both myself and my wife", Vader said. He really did owe the girl more than her customary fee for that particular job, but he figured this little job that he needed her to complete would be enough to have her additionally well compensated.
"Good to hear and glad to have helped. So, what else do you need little old me to help you with, Mister Sith Lord?", she asked sweetly.
Vader rolled his eyes and resisted the urge to dress her down for her impudent language. "This is a delicate matter, but not one that has the potential ramifications that the previous assignment did. Months ago, there was an attempt on my wife while we were still courting. The attempt wasn't to murder her, it was to have her raped by a group of thugs that were killed by my hand before they were able to commit the heinous act", Vader said.
Aphra's face went from shock to disgust. "Any man that forces himself on a woman deserves to have a fate worse than death", she hissed. Gone was her flirtatious banter, and in was the cold and calculating informant that he knew very well. "What are the specifics and what do you need me to do about it?"
"First, we obtained the identity of the man who hired the hit. Senator Rush Clovis. I'm sure that you heard that my wife and I killed him a while back", Vader said. He waited for her to nod before he continued. "While I have a suspicion on who Clovis hired to organize the rape, I don't have any hard data to link me to the senator which would make merely torturing and executing him a little difficult even amongst my standing as the fucking Dark Lord."
"So, you need me to look for transactional histories between the two senators' accounts in order to find out if the one that's still living was the one that actually organized the attempted rape", Aphra surmised. "That can be done, it'll take some doing as there will be plenty of information that I'll need to slice through in order for us to get to that point, but it isn't impossible. There were likely several financial institutions that the funds passed through before it hit its final destination, but I'm sure you already know that."
"Which is why I'm here with you, not murdering the man as we speak", Vader said. "Have you heard the name, Senator Allure by any chance?" Of course, she had, he was a disgusting creature with his hands in the criminal element of Coruscant, so this wouldn't be something that would be a surprise to the young woman.
"I unfortunately have", Aphra said as she grabbed a pad and started jotting down notes. "They say that he has a penchant for abusing women, especially those that refuse to go on dates with him. Hell, most escorts won't even go near the man except for the glamoured up dolls that are behind rent. He's our target?"
"Yes, he's our target. If you pull up my traveling records, the rape happened about a week before I left for Naboo months ago. That's when it happened, so the financial transaction had to have occurred within a few days to a week before the attempted rape actually occurred", Vader said. "I don't know how the money was transferred, or if you'll even be able to access Clovis' archived accounts given that he's been dead for some time now, but I imagine that would be a good place to start."
Aphra was clicking her tongue while typing the notes in. "As far as the records for the late Senator Clovis, that actually won't be much of a problem at all. Regarding the other piece of it, Vader, you have to know that I could get into a lot of trouble for going into a senator's account. What assurances of protection do I have?", she asked.
"Every assurance that I can give you", Vader said with conviction. "Have no fear, he will die a gruesome death, providing a shock to senators with similar appetites." Bile rose to the back of his throat at the last. He utterly detested the act of rape, especially when it had nearly been done to his wife of all people.
"Alright, that takes care of the basics. When would you like the information delivered?", Aphra asked.
"As soon as you can so I can begin combing through it. I'll need to know as much as I can for when I start to comb his mind for the information so I can catch him off guard", Vader said as he rose.
"Not a problem, Daddy D. I'll put this one up there as a priority. It should only take me a couple of days to have a complete package put together for you, so that's not a problem at all", Aphra said as she walked him to the door.
"Very good, I'll speak to you soon", Vader said as he exited the apartment.
Now that the basics to his plan were put in motion, he merely had to wait for the information before he confronted the senator. A glorious death it most certainly would be, one reserved for those that belonged at the bottoms of all the hells in the galaxy.
He strode to his armored speeder and got in, eager to escape the stench of the lower levels of the city. Once he was fastened in, he engaged the drive and hurled back into the sky at break neck speed and headed back to his estate. He needed to discuss a few additional matters with his wife. There would be the true need for revenge on her behalf for several reasons, not just Allure.
…
Padmé was lounging on a couch in the front living area, thankful that the work for the day was done and that her agenda for the next two days was clear. She was close to her third month of pregnancy and the energy was being sapped out of her, barely allowing her to ever be completely rested up. It was difficult remaining as impassive as possible during her meetings, especially when she felt ill, but there was no other way about it. She couldn't shirk her duties as Lady Vader, especially not if she didn't have a valid reason as the longer she kept quiet about the twins, the more time she could buy for her husband to make a deal with the Jedi.
Was she still insanely worried about her husband's safety even though the particular problem with Jedi Master Jinn had been resolved? Yes, she most certainly was. Her Vader played a difficult game with the Emperor, and she was terrified that one day he would lose the game and push his master a little too far, forfeiting his own life. Just the near thought of it made Padmé want to lose the contents of her stomach, so she tried to think of anything but that, but her mind kept returning to it.
Dammit it wasn't fair. Couldn't the entire fucking universe just leave them alone so they could be a family in peace? Why were they doomed to be watched like hawks by both the Jedi and the Emperor when all they really wanted from life was each other. Not control of the galaxy, not even control of which side of the Force was more powerful, truly just the ability to say fuck it to everyone and everything and let it all go at the end of the day.
But that would be the easy way out. Padmé knew a long time ago once she started developing feeling for the Sith Lord that it wouldn't be an easy task to be in a relationship with him, much less start a new family with him. Their charming courtship of one another once they had set aside their petty disagreements had been akin to a fairytale, but now with the pregnancy it was more akin to a horror story. There wasn't much else to describe it than that.
When Padmé heard the front door open, she shot to her feet as quickly as possible, which embarrassingly wasn't that quick and made her way to the foyer where she saw Vader stride into the estate looking exhausted from the day. "You're home", she said warmly as she went up and embraced him, pulling him down for a quick kiss. "Where did you go that kept you so late this time?"
"I'll tell you all about it, but let's go get you off your feet again so you can rest some more", Vader said as he placed his hand at the small of her back, guiding her back into the front living area. They sat on the sofa and Vader stretched for a moment before he began. "I went to the same source I used for deceiving Sidious about Master Jinn as I need information between Rush Clovis' account information and Senator Allure. I fully intend to question the senator regarding his possible hand in your assault and need the basic facts before I do so, that way I can be fully prepared before I elicit a confession from him and thus kill him."
Padmé's eyes widened. "That would be good, that incident was one of the most traumatic incidents of my life and I know that Rush could never have concocted the scheme on his own. He had to have had someone else do the planning for him and by the way you got a read from him at the Gala, I'm certain he was the one that had something to do with it", she said. "When do you think your source will have enough information?"
"Probably in a few days at the most", Vader said as he affectionately stroked his wife's leg. "After I review everything, I'm going to immediately act on it bringing it to an end once and for all."
That was incredibly good news. The longer that monster of a man drew breath, the more women that ran the risk of being brutalized at the request of other jilted men such as Rush had been. How much of a manipulative coward did a man have to be to organize something so reprehensible? Certainly, they were eviler than some of the evilest beings in the galaxy, save for Sidious.
"Well, hopefully you'll have everything that you need", Padmé said. "So what else did you want to talk with me about?"
He looked up at her in surprise. "You've become too damned good at reading me through our bond, woman", he said with a smile. "No, I wanted to chat with you about Senator Falken. At the Gala and then the meeting I walked in on, you seemed to be at her throat the entire time and I sensed contempt from her towards you. Could you care to share some of the backstory on some of the ire between the two of you? If I'm going to be taking care of one senator that has crossed your path, I might as well take care of another."
Padmé looked down for a moment, unsure as how to phrase this. "Before you and I had committed to one another, hell it may have even been the same day that I thought you died, Senator Falken threatened to expose to the rest of the Senate my use of medications that got me through every day. She apparently learned the information by being friends with my doctor at the time and was quite ready to use the information against me in order for me to give my support on a particular piece of legislation that she wanted to pass", Padmé said. "I capitulated and agreed to it, but looking back at it, I feel that it was a terrible mistake as the woman still feels like she has some form of upper hand against me."
"Not anymore she doesn't", Vader growled. "In fact, when I'm through with her, she won't have hands in general."
"Ani, she's a very powerful senator. It isn't like she's some bumbling idiot like Rush was, there would need to be a specific reason to have her tortured and killed, not just that she used to hold my medication list over my head", Padmé replied.
"That I can understand, but she has to have some form of unscrupulous financial dealings in order to have remained senator of Kuat for so long. What is she on her eighth term?", Vader asked. Padmé could see the wheels turning behind his eyes, he really was committed to exacting revenge on all of those who had wronged her.
"I'd have to do some digging, but yes, she's on her eighth term", Padmé replied. "She's a witch of a woman, one of the worst I ever had to deal with as a senator. Such a gods damned bitch."
"Well, she'll be a dead bitch before too long", Vader promised. "But enough of murder for one night. How're you feeling my love?"
"Tired", Padmé replied. "I can't believe the amount of energy that's being taken from me. I still try and exercise and eat right, but I'm exhausted all the time. It's going to be difficult to maintain the ruse once I'm close to four months, Ani."
"Well, let's try not to think about that right now, that's still about a month away", Vader said. "What I think we should focus on is just how grateful we should be that we have this blessing." For emphasis he bent down and kissed her belly, causing her eyes to water. He truly was enamored with the idea of becoming a father, it was like it was a dream come true to him.
"You're going to be such a good father", Padmé said as her voice cracked. She was unable to hold back tears of joy as the spilled from her eyes freely.
"Shush, Angel. You're going to be such a good mother, I know it", Vader said as he gently kissed her. "Together we're going to make great parents of these two special little children. Of that I promise you."
Padmé wrapped her arms around his neck and just clung to him for dear life, not wanting to let him go. Never wanting to let him go. He was the reason why she was going to become a mother, and she owed everything to him. She truly believed that he was put in this galaxy to be a father to their children, and she prayed to the gods daily that he would be kept safe so that one day soon, he would be able to hold them. Just the thought of him clutching the little lives close to him as he sung them to sleep made her want to cry even more.
"Damn these pregnancy hormones", Padmé sobbed.
"It'll be alright, Angel", Vader murmured as he lovingly massaged her back. Taking the time to truly give her the love that she needed. "I love you so much."
"I love you too, Ani", she choked out.
The couple remained seated for a time, just basking in each other's emotions. Allowing themselves to truly feel what the other was feeling. Their bond was a precious gift, giving them so much insight into what the other was thinking. Their love for one another was endless.
…
Dormé sat across from Admiral Firmus Piett at an upscale restaurant in the entertainment district of Coruscant. It was a nice date, Piett of course was being a perfect gentleman in every way, which was charming. But she wanted him to be less of a gentleman and more of a commander that he was with his own men. That would be fucking fantastic.
"Are you enjoying your meal, Dormé?", Piett asked politely.
"I am Firmus, thank you. This place is exquisite, I didn't even know it existed and I've been to some nice restaurants in my time", Dormé said graciously.
"It's a little known one for a reason. I wasn't even aware of it until I was promoted to Admiral, apparently they only tell the upper echelon of society about it, which I suppose is a little snobby, but it does make for a good atmosphere", Piett said as he swirled his wine.
Interesting, so he isn't all high class. He knows how to rough it, if only he could show it. "Well, I'm sure that while you're used to the finer things in life, you're also used to some of the harsher things as well, given your time in the navy", Dormé said, edging him on. She needed to see the brash commander, she craved it.
Piett shifted almost embarrassingly. "I have, Dormé. I've seen a lot harsher things than I care to admit. I've lost a lot of people under my command because of tactical decisions I've made, good ones, but still ones that costed lives", Piett said. "But that's just part of commanding men and women in combat, you'll lose some but it's all for the greater good", he said. "There was one battle where I just had the Devastator and the Rebel fleet appeared. I had to outmaneuver them by flying close to the sun where our armor was superior, causing many of their ships to overheat and go supernova. I did lose five thousand men and women that day, but I saved the ship from being destroyed by the Rebels. It was a victory and I was given a commendation for original thinking."
Now that's what she wanted to hear. The quick thinking man that would make a snap decision, knowing that it would be harsh. "That sounds heroic if you ask me", Dormé said as she traced her wine glass with her fingertips.
"I wouldn't call it heroic", Piett said humbly. "I would just call it doing my job."
"You don't have to be so humble all the time, darling. You're allowed to take credit for the deeds that you've done. I would be remiss if I didn't think that you were heroic", Dormé said as she leaned forward on the table. "In fact, I think that the way you've been able to be a rising star within the navy speaks to your tenacity and courage."
Piett stared at her for a moment, and for a fleeting second, she saw the eyes of a hard man. That's exactly what she wanted to see, the hard man that was behind all of the proper attitude.
"Maybe I should be a little less humble", he said with a stern voice. "If that's something you'd like to see of course."
"I would. I would a lot", Dormé said as she reached across the table and squeezed his hand. It was hard and muscular, signaling that he did a lot to maintain his physical fitness.
A sly grin appeared across his face. "Would you like to accompany me back to my apartment for a drink, Dormé?", he asked.
Oh gods, of course she would. "That sounds lovely, Firmus", she said in a sultry voice. She was so close; she could taste it.
"Good", he said in a low voice.
They paid the bill and loaded up into Piett's speeder. He flew quickly, but safely. A navy man after all had to know how to fly with a purpose and this one certainly did. With any luck, there would be more examples of what this navy man could do with a purpose.
They arrived at his apartment which was actually at Five Hundred Republica, surprising Dormé.
"I didn't know your apartment was here, this is where Padmé and I used to live", Dormé said astonished.
"Really? What a coincidence. I don't get to use it much as I'm deployed a lot, but it does feel nice to have a good home", Piett said as he keyed the entry code for the door. They stepped inside and the apartment was immaculate, not a speck of dust and it was tastefully decorated.
"Please, make yourself comfortable. Is bourbon alright?", he asked.
"It most certainly is", she replied.
She wondered into the living area and saw the different holohotos of him coming up through his career. While he was still young, he looked brash and hard during his earlier years. Underneath all of the pleasantries was still a brash and hard man. She just had to pull it out of him, which was certainly a possibility.
Piett came in with their drinks and after she accepted hers, they sat down on a couch, facing one another. "So, I was noticing those holophotos. You certainly did seem to have an edge about you as a junior officer. An edge that's probably still there", Dormé said boldly.
The man smirked, he actually smirked. "When you're an Admiral, you have to act with a certain decorum, not like a junior officer. But I suppose that I was promoted too quickly, so I had to learn the decorum early on", Piett said as he took a drink.
"Well, I believe that edge served you well", Dormé said as she took another sip. "In fact, I believe that the edge might as well come out tonight."
"That's certainly a possibility", Piett said as he looked at her intensely for a moment. "What about you, Dormé? How as it been serving as a bodyguard for Lady Vader since you were very young?"
"Challenging, but worth it", Dormé replied. "I've had to develop a hard edge myself over the last fourteen years. An edge that probably doesn't rival yours of course, but it's still there. I know how to be delightfully aggressive when the mood strikes me right." She winked at him and his smirk grew wider. Damn, she was so close.
"I'm sure your edge is sharp, as is your aggression", Piett said. "Perhaps we should both show each other a little bit of our aggression."
Gods, yes. Please and thank you, Dormé thought. She hadn't taken a lover in months, ever since Padmé was assaulted. Piett seemed to be the perfect candidate for more than a tryst. "Maybe that's a pleasant idea, though I'm not sure I could handle your aggression as well as I think I could", she said daintily. "But there's no harm in finding out."
Piett set his drink down on the caff table and Dormé did the same. They scooted closer to one another and Piett gently took her in his arms and planted the most sensual kiss on her lips. A fire lit in Dormé that she couldn't explain. It wasn't the sensuality; it was the boldness that he was displaying. Boldness that she desired.
They continued kissing, each second passing growing more heated. They moved their lips together expertly, and Dormé was surprised that he seemed to be more experienced than she had originally thought. She felt the spark she had been craving and it was delightful.
His hands became bolder as well, caressing her body at a rapid pace. It was something out of a gods damned dream and she felt herself aching from the touch, desiring more. Much more. He kissed her neck and she let out a moan, eager making her more eager. When his hands moved to her breasts, she let out a gasp, completely floored that the gentleman was leaving, and the bold commander was now firmly in place.
"Maybe we should move this to your bedroom", she suggested with a sultry voice. "I'm sure we'll become much more comfortable there."
"That sounds like an excellent idea", Piett said as he brushed his lips against hers. Gods dammit, yes.
Dormé stood once he did and he took her hand and led her to his bedroom. They took their time undressing one another, with Dormé fumbling with his uniform while he unzipped her dress. Once they were both nude, Piett picked her up and laid her down on the bed, wasting no time to climb in between her legs. They kissed again and Dormé let out a surprised moan into his lips when he entered her.
Bold and daring, what a good combination. His thrusts were gentle at first, giving her time to acclimate to him, before he started to hammer at her at a more intense pace. She threw her head back and moaned. Here she thought she was going to have to teach him the ropes, but he knew the ropes just fine. Better than fine.
He bent down and sucked on her neck, surely leaving a mark that she would wear with pride. Showing that she could attract a man still, one that she was becoming enamored with. Every passing second was better than the last, and she was withering under his touch.
With the overstimulation of finally having a lover in so long, she felt herself uncharacteristically approach her peak sooner than she thought. Her legs began to quiver, and she threw her head back again and screamed out. Apparently, that was all it took for him as well as he let loose his own scream as he finished inside of her.
They both just laid there for a moment, panting. Dormé was breathless. She got exactly what she wanted and it was remarkable. Her plan to get him to open up a little and be bolder was perfect. She just hoped that the behavior would continue now that they had consummated the relationship properly.
Piett rolled off of her and drew her close. She allowed him to give her sensual kisses at a slower pace, both basking in the act that they had just performed. It was perfect, everything was perfect.
…
Vader received a communication from Aphra in the early hours of the morning. Not wanting to disturb Padmé, he quietly crept outside of their bedchambers. "You found something?", he asked quietly into the comms.
"I did, Daddy D. A whole lot more than you originally requested. First, there was a transaction that went from Senator Clovis to Senator Allure around the time of her assault, it went through several financial institutions across the galaxy before it hit his account, but it was for the same amount. You have him dead to rights. What was also more interesting, is I found two transactions from Senator Clovis to a hitman named Morrnth. Does that name have any significance to you?", she asked.
Morrnth. The bastard that shot up Padmé and the one that was likely involved in the killing of Alysia and his unborn son. The bastard.
"Do you have a location for Morrnth?", he demanded.
"I do, Daddy D. He's on Coruscant and actually lives not far from you in one of the high rises. He's apparently one of the better hitmen in the galaxy and has contacts all over the underworld. He's a real snake, one that's apparently taken numerous contracts on high valued targets across the Empire", Aphra said.
"Send me what you have. I'll deal with this personally", Vader said. "Thank you for your efforts on this one, Aphra. You'll be well compensated."
"As always", Aphra said chipperly before she terminated the communication.
So, he had Allure and Morrnth dead to rights. Well, both would be dead before too long that is. There would be no charges, no arrests, just cold blooded revenge. Fuck them for daring to fuck those that he cared about. A quick and painless death wasn't worth it, they needed to die slowly.
He quickly went down to his office and pulled up the data Aphra sent over on his terminal. He skimmed through the various financial transactions, ensuring that he committed each one to memory, memorizing dates and times that the transactions went through. They all made perfect sense, perfect timing from what happened to Dormé, Padmé, and Alysia. There was no mistake about it, it was irrefutable evidence.
"Soon you, bastards", he whispered. "Soon, I'll show you the wrath of a fucking Sith Lord."
…
Later in the morning after Padmé had awoken, she noticed that Vader wasn't in bed with her. What the hell, had he gotten up and disappeared into the night without telling her? The sneaky bastard. She crept down the staircase and looked down the hall, noticing the door to his office was opened.
Oh, maybe he wasn't out. He probably was working.
She glided to the door and saw him skimming through information on the terminal.
"Work got you up early again, huh?", Padmé inquired.
Vader turned to look at her with a grimace on his face, before it melted into a smile. "I'm sorry, Angel. It most certainly did, but it's work that I think you'll be interested in", he said as he rose and walked over to give her a kiss.
A morning kiss was always something she appreciated and never took for granted. It would always start the day off right, no matter how shitty the rest of it would go.
"So, what's the information that you think that I'll want to hear?", she asked as she sat down in a chair in his office.
Vader sat back down on his swivel chair and placed his elbows on his knees. "Of course, you remember this, but I found out two key details. First, I found out that Senator Allure was the man that organized your assault. I have the financial records to prove it too", Vader said, letting it sink in for a moment.
Padmé's mouth fell open in surprise. "I didn't think you'd be able to obtain that information so quickly", she said. "What will you do?"
"I'm going to kill the bastard is what", Vader said with a slight snarl. "He organized a brutal assault on you and will have to pay for that crime, I don't give a damn how well connected he is. He's probably organized countless other assaults of women over the years, but he'll be able to do that no longer once I'm finished with him."
"Of course, that's only the right thing to do", Padmé said. "I approve of that action, Ani. What else did you find?"
Vader took a deep breath to mentally prepare himself. "I found out who Clovis hired to organize a hit on Dormé and Alysia. He's a high profile hitman named Morrnth. He lives not too far away on Coruscant. I'm going to kill him as well, but it might be a little more messy than usual given that he has no standing in society", he said.
Padmé's mouth dropped open again. She never figured that they would be able to track down this Morrnth, they figured that he would remain a mystery that would go unpunished for eternity. But no, Vader found him and was going to enact revenge on the behalf of Dormé, Alysia, and his unborn son.
"That's fantastic news, Ani", she breathed. She got out of her chair and sat on his lap, hugging him tightly. This was all emotional news for her and she felt it through their bond that it was emotional news for him as well. What more could they ask for in taking their revenge.
"When will you do all of this?", she asked.
"As soon as possible. I don't want either of them to catch wind that they've been found out, so I'm going to kill Morrnth first, and then I'll kill Allure. Falken will be last, but she's too pompous to think that she's beyond reproach", Vader said venomously.
"I would go with you, Ani, but I'm afraid for the babies", Padmé said.
"You're absolutely right to be fearful for them. You can stay here, you had a massive hand in killing Clovis, so I don't expect you to participate in these killings, except maybe Falken", Vader said.
"Yes, I'd like to be around for that bitch being killed", Padmé said darkly.
"Good, then it's settled", Vader said. "Now, I'm going to go visit Morrnth this morning, and Allure will be later in the day. Will you be alright with me leaving to do it?"
"Yes, of course", Padmé said a her mind whirled. The vengeance that they both craved since those incidents was right at their fingertips. They would be able to exact their revenge and then it would all be alright. It would finally be alright after months of fear and wondering if it would happen again.
"Good", Vader said as he gently stood her up as he rose to her feet. "I love you, Angel."
"I love you too, Ani. Be careful", Padmé said as she began to feel emotional. Kriffing pregnancy hormones.
Vader wrapped her up in a hug and kissed her tenderly before releasing her. He gave her one last look and a nod before he stepped around her and left. Padmé sunk to the chair again and silently prayed that her husband would be alright. He was a gods damned powerful man, but he was still human, and all humans could bleed.
…
Vader got out of his speeder on the rooftop landing pad and stalked to the lift. His mind was full of rage, rage that his friend had nearly been killed and his unborn son was dead because of this man, this snake. He would take great pleasure in taking him apart, listing to his screams. It was a just act of vengeance, one that he would gladly exact.
Once he was at the floor where Morrnth lived, he slowly walked to the apartment. Taking not of the numbers so he was certain he got the right one. Once he was at the correct door, he took a calming breath, preparing himself mentally for what had to be done, for what honor demanded.
Rearing back, he planted his foot at the door jam, kicking it in with ferocity. There would be no fucking mercy for this bastard.
A blaster bolt immediately was fired at him and his snapped his lightsabers to life, blocking it and several that followed. He waived his hand and the blaster landed at his feet.
Morrnth, tried to run to another room, but Vader grabbed him with the Force and threw him on the ground.
"Morrnth, I presume", Vader said menacingly.
"Lord Vader, I apologize for shooting. I was merely startled that someone was breaking into my apartment. I don't know why you're here, but I'm sure that we can clear whatever matter this is up without any problems", Morrnth said as he slowly rose to his feet, visibly shaking.
"There isn't much to clear up, Morrnth. You were hired by Senator Clovis to murder my wife's handmaiden, and then he hired you again to kill an intelligence officer named Alysia", Vader said methodically. "Do any of those allegations ring a bell?"
"No Milord, I don't know –"
Vader closed Morrnth's trachea, unable to listen to any bullshit from the man. He reached out with the Force and entered the man's mind. His mental barriers were weak and clumsy, but with a little searching he easily snatched the memories from the kitman's mind.
"Lying to me will cost you greatly", Vader said as he released Morrnth's trachea. "I think you know that I just plucked the memories from your mind, and that you truly understand how fucked you are right now."
Morrnth stood shaking. He didn't know what to do, what to say. "Milord, I didn't know the significance of the targets. I'm a hitman, I organize hits from clients. I'm sure you utilize hitmen as well", he said.
"I actually prefer to do my torturing and killing myself", Vader said. He casually walked up to Morrnth and with a clean swipe of his lightsaber, he severed Morrnth's legs just above the knee. Morrnth screamed in pain and fell to the floor.
"Milord, please. I'm begging you to show mercy", Morrnth pleaded. "I am truly sorry for the pain I have inflicted. I'll leave Coruscant and never return."
"It's too late for that you bastard", Vader roared. "Your impudence will cost you your life in the most agonizing way possible."
He reached out with the Force and snapped Morrnth's elbows easily. The hitman screamed in pain and fell back to the floor. Vader wasted no time. He walked up to Morrnth and lightly slit open his belly. He stepped on the man's stomach, causing the intestines to protrude out. Morrnth screamed in pain and terror.
"Now are you realizing it, Morrnth?" Do you see now what the price will be for your barbarism?", Vader demanded.
"Yes, Milord", the hitman cried. "Please, I'm begging you, no more."
Vader laughed manically. "We're just getting started you pathetic worm. I think I'll take your teeth now." Concentrating with the Force, he began to yank out the bastard's teeth one by one, setting them in a neat pile next to the man's head. He was gurgling on blood with each tooth removed. The pain he must be feeling was fueling the Dark Lord to no end. This was what he was made to do, make those who enraged him suffer, especially cowards that preyed on women.
"Now I'll take your eyes", Vader said.
Morrnth screamed before it even happened, terrified of being left blind, even for only a little while before his death. Vader plucked them out with the Force, setting them by his teeth, leaving two empty cavities, two glimpses into the man's mind. A mind that made millions, prospering off of death.
"I know you can still hear me you bastard. The pain will continue, and it will continue harshly", Vader promised. He began plucking the fingernails from Morrnth's hand, causing the blind man to screech with each on pulled. This was pure hell, pure torture. The man was on the edge of death, but he needed to feel the pain, feel the terror that he inflicted on others. That he inflicted on Vader and his family.
"Fuck you, Morrnth!", Vader raged as he stepped on his stomach again, making his entrails protrude even further. The hitman's screams only intensified gloriously.
Vader was nearly breathless from the rage that he felt, ready to continue the onslaught. Slowly, he pressed both of his lightsabers into the man's shoulders, ruining the bones and tissue underneath. It wouldn't matter though; it wasn't as if he would be rehabilitated into anything. He would be a rotting corpse in just a few more moments.
"I think that's enough, don't you?", Vader snarled. "Prepare to go to hell, you bastard!"
With a neat swing, he slit Morrnth's throat with his lightsaber, blood seeping out from the cauterized wound. Vader watched the man in his final death throes. Completely satisfied with his work. He took one last look at the carnage and walked out.
…
Going to his next target, Vader prepared himself to slaughter Senator Allure in his own home. He lived in a posh apartment close to Five Hundred Republica, but even his funds didn't allow him the status of living in the most exclusive apartment on Coruscant.
Vader landed his speeder on the bottom pad and stalked into the building. The smell of death still on him and an aura of rage seeping out of him that made those around him nervously avoid him, even if he was one of the most endeared men in the galaxy after his wedding to Padmé. This would be even more pleasing than Morrnth's death, but he would have to make it more symbolistic. More fitting for a man that preyed on women in such a barbaric nature.
He took the lift to the top floor where Allure lived. Eager to dispatch justice. Once he reached the door he reached out with the Force. The bulbous senator was by himself. No prostitutes lingering this morning which would be fitting. The man desired company of women but would die without one to cry for him.
Figuring he would be at least a little civilized in the beginning, he rang the chime and waited for the lecherous pig to answer the door. This fucking coward would pay for the crimes he committed. This death would be quicker, but very humiliating. So much that Vader might lose his bearing and laugh hysterically at the end result.
Allure finally answered the door with a sneer on his face, angered by whoever would dare to disturb him so early in the morning. He looked at Vader in shock and then horror.
"Milord, what, what an unexpected pleasure", Allure said with his jowls shaking. "Wh-What do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"
Vader stalked in, grabbing Allure by his robe and shoving him deeper into the apartment.
"I think you know why I'm here, Allure. I think you know quite well", Vader said in a deadly tone. As before, he probed Allure's mind and the senator screamed as Vader ripped the memory of him discussing Padmé's planned rape with Clovis, which nearly sent Vader into a blind rage. His Angel was nearly savaged by men hired by Allure because Clovis was too much of a coward to move on from the relationship.
"Milord, I assure you, I had no idea that you and Lady Vader were in a relationship at the time", Allure wailed.
"Do you think that fucking matters?", Vader screamed. "Raping women is horrendous. I've done many evil things in my life, but I've never raped a woman!" He could feel his anger rising into hatred. The darkness was calling to him in a way that he had not felt in a long time, a very long time.
"Milord, please, you have to understand that there are some things that men have right's to", Allure said.
Vader kicked the fat senator in the stomach, causing him to double over in pain. "That's not a right, that's a monstrous act!", bellowed. "An act which I will humiliate you for, then kill you."
"You can't kill me, I'm a senator", Allure cried.
"I've killed many senators, Allure. You'll just be another name on the list", Vader said menacingly. "Take your fucking robe off."
"But I'm nude", Allure said, his jowls shaking.
"I said, take your fucking robe off!", Vader screamed.
Almost immediately, Allure dropped his robe and Vader laughed. "I can barely see your pathetic manhood amongst all the fat Senator Allure", he goaded.
With a clean and unexpected swipe, he sliced Allure's manhood off, leaving the Senator screeching in pain, grabbing at the wound.
"That pathetic member of yours will only harm you now", Vader hissed. "Pick it up!"
"Wh-What?", Allure stuttered.
"Ask me what one more time you fuck. Go on, ask me!", Vader raged. This pathetic man was trying his patience and it was making his rage grow even further.
Allure got on his hands and knees and picked up his manhood.
"Good. Now open your mouth and put that pathetic thing inside. The pointy end first, you bastard", Vader commanded. "Do it right fucking now before I decide to humiliate you even further."
"I can't do that", Allure cried with tears running down his face.
Vader twirled his lightsaber threateningly. "I said, put it in your mouth, pointy end first gods damn you", Vader growled.
Allure shook as he opened his mouth and did as commanded, nearly gagging at the wretched taste of his own body part.
"Now, you know what it feels like to be violated against your will. I'm going to kill you now and leave you in this state for the authorities and press to find you. The holograms that will be sent throughout the galaxy will show you for who you really are", Vader said chillingly.
Before Allure could react, Vader severed his head, letting it drop to the floor. Vader placed his foot on it and ensured that it faced up towards the ceiling. The sight was perfect, it perfectly showed that thing's manhood sticking out of his mouth. There would be no mistaking the fact on how this thing died. His reputation as a monster with women would be well received by the galaxy.
He took another look and laughed darkly before he exited. What a hell of a morning.
…
Padmé sat in her office nervously. Dormé appeared to be in a fantastic mood, which probably meant that her relationship with Piett went to the next level, which was excellent, but Padmé was worried about Vader. She knew that neither this Morrnth or Allure would be a match for him by any means, but she still worried for him.
"Hello, Ani", Dormé said cheerfully.
Padmé's eyes shot up as Vader entered her office.
"Dormé", he greeted as he looked at his wife. They rushed to one another and hugged. They went over to her desk and sat down.
"Did everything go as planned?", Padmé whispered.
"That and then some", Vader replied tiredly. "Morrnth and Allure are both dead. Allure had a special message in his mouth that you'll find soothing once it reaches the holonet."
Padmé couldn't help but smirk, knowing precisely what Vader was talking about. Their bond was becoming stronger with each passing day, they were able to pick up on more thoughts from one another and it was marvelous. She couldn't wait until they could read each other without even speaking a word.
"Dormé", Padmé called. "You might want to come here and listen to this."
Dormé walked up apprehensively. "What is it, is everything alright?"
"It's better than alright, Dormé", Vader said. "I found and killed the men that were responsible for your assault, for my unborn son's death, and for Padmé's assault."
It took a moment for the news to settle in Dormé's mind, but she jumped up with joy and wrapped her arms around Vader, kissing him on the cheek. "That's wonderful news", she said as she wiped tears from her eyes. "I'm so happy that you were finally able to bring those men to justice. Tell me, did you do it horribly?"
"Very", Vader replied, pleased with his friend's reaction.
"Good!", Dormé replied.
She sat down with the pair and fanned her face, trying to prevent more tears from escaping.
Vader and Padmé both smiled at one another. They all were happy that those dark chapters had finally been put to rest. That they could truly move on with their lives without them ever haunting them again.
A/N: Not to worry, Falken will get hers in the coming chapters. I hope you enjoyed this one, sorry if it was a little graphic, but after writing what those two men did, I enjoyed sending them off to hell with pain and humiliation. Anyway, if you liked the chapter, please consider dropping a review and following!