Prologue

Vader

Never in a million years would I have imagined to be in a spot where I would have to fight the person I was and the person I wanted to become. After she came into my life, everything had shifted drastically. She made me see there was more to life than violence and hatred and lust for power. There was beauty in everything once I saw her, she'd made a bigger impact on me than I'd care to actually admit. It had been months since I last saw her. I would never give up looking for my beloved Padmé, I'd go to the ends of the universe just to hear her voice once again, to have her soft hands caress my hair and to feel her soft lips against mine. I would find her no matter what, I'd let nothing get in the way of our love ever again.

CH 1

Padmé

I'd heard of slavery, and until now the only place I'd encountered it was on Tattooine, almost 10 years ago. This, however, was much worse than what I'd seen then. Every day and night we were beaten, starved, abused mentally and physically. Women were constantly taken by force, and if one showed any sign of resistance it was their last day to live. After spending a year in this slave camp, I found that death often seemed far more appealing than this animalistic way of living. There was no escape, clones were posted everywhere, even outside the doors and windows of our living quarters. They took our dignity, our lives, and our families. We had nothing left to live for or anything to look forward to. The only way out was if a slave master picked us, and often times that was a much worse outcome than being here.

Every night since I came to this camp in the outer rim I can't help but dream of the day I was taken. It was too easy really, we were so careless. Looking back now I realize that there could have been no way to avoid what happened…

After a long week in the senate I was more than happy to leave the bustling planet of Coruscant, I had fought tooth and nail so the issue of creating an army wouldn't pass, and all to no avail. We were now officially at war with the Separatists. I was now tasked with informing the Queen of Naboo of the progress, or rather, backtracking we'd taken as a Republic.

I was sitting in my bed chamber with my handmaidens watching the holo net, the news of an army spread quicker than a forest fire. I couldn't help but let a tear escape my eyes, and suffer in silence.

We suddenly felt a shudder throughout the ship and we ran out of the room to ask my captain what was happening.

P:" Captain Typho!" I yelled as I ran into the cockpit but there was no one there.

"Milady we need to evacuate immediately!" said Dorme as a strange odor began to fill the room. We quickly ran towards the one escape pod on board. I was worried about my captain, and more so why someone had decided to attack my ship. The army was now in production, why would anyone want to hurt me now?

We kept running towards the pod but I suddenly felt dizzy and had to reach a hand out towards the wall to keep myself from falling.

P:"D-Dorme…wait..." I tried to say, but when I saw her body on the floor I realized it was all over. My knees buckled and I heard a door near me whoosh open. I fought to keep my lids open, they felt like I hadn't slept in a year. I only remember seeing a dark figure come near me and laugh. After that, everything went black.

I'd woken up on a cold metal table, my whole body was sore, and I felt a lot more pain behind my neck. Then some creature with four eyes and orange skin approached me.

"What's yer name?" he asked as I started to sit up.

P:"P-Padm- " but I felt him strike me and I fell off the table onto the ground.

"You have no name anymore Nabooian whore! You are a slave now, I can see you'll be worth a lot when I sell you…"

I started to get up defiantly as I rubbed my sore cheek. I was NOT a slave, it was illegal in the Galaxy anyways. Unless I was somewhere in the Outer Rim…

P:"How dare you! Do you have any idea-" but he hit me yet again, and I fell harder. I was on my knees and I was about to get up once again when something hit my back hard.

I let out a scream after I realized I had been whipped.

"Ye WILL learn yer place slave! Or you will suffer dire consequences because of it!" he said as he whipped me over and over, I tried to hold back my screams but it was hopeless. Afterwards I ended up with bacta bandages on my back for a week before I was healed.

Ever since, I'd been the most punished slave so far, they tried to break me and failed. No one was interested in buying a rebellious slave and I was completely okay with that. I wasn't ready to give up hope, no matter what happened I wouldn't rest until I was free once more.

Everyday I'd get whipped for any reason. Some days they didn't bother, and other days they really went all out. Nothing worked for them, and today was my turn to get shown off in the scanty slave bikini I wore daily. I knew I wasn't going to get purchased. I wore a proud smile on my face as the buyer approached me, he was very uncomfortable to look at. He had red and black skin with horns coming out of the top of his head. He wore black robes similar to those of the Jedi but I knew almost all of their members and I'd never seen this thing.

He must have noticed my smug grin and he approached me.

DM:"What are you smiling about slave?"

My smile just grew larger and I didn't answer.

DM:" Drago! How much for this one?"

D:" Uh anything sir… She is our most rebellious slave. We have done everything to subdue her but-" he reached to his throat and made gasping noises. I saw the red creature with his hand up, motioning as if to choke him.

DM:" She will learn her place among the Sith… have her sent to my ship immediately. With that he dropped Drago on the floor and left a pouch next to his body. I was completely frozen and in shock as to why this thing would want to purchase me. What in all the moons of Corellia is a Sith…

I was dragged by the clones somewhere, I had no idea where. My mind couldn't stop wondering what the hell I'd just gotten myself into.