Note: Oh my god! WOW! I can't believe the reviews I'm getting! I'm so glad you like it. This is my first fic, so all the positive feedback is really encouraging. Thank you SO much.
Oh, there was some confusion as to when, exactly, Leia began to talk. When Obi Wan took them away, they were about a year old by then. Sorry if I confused you. Also, you should know that I've never read any of the books. So even though I'm using Mara Jade (and maybe other characters in later chapters), I'm not quite sure what she should be like. I just thought it would be nice to have more familiar faces in the story.
This chapter is really just to introduce you to the kind of woman I think Leia would have turned out to be if she had been raised by Vader. Of course the Emperor sank his teeth into her as soon as he sensed her power and turned her into an assassin. She's about 17 at the beginning of this chapter.
Chapter One
Leia Skywalker stared at the data pad in her hand, nearly screaming in frustration at the name there in big, bold letters. Kantra. How boring! Kantra was such a small, out of the way planet where people still relied on wheels to get around! She groaned.
"Why me?" she asked her companion, Mara Jade, miserably. "Why am I always sent to the planets in the middle of nowhere? Even Tatooine is preferable to Kantra!"
"Kantra?" Mara smirked, supressing a laugh. "What the hell is important on Kantra?"
"A traitor, what else? Apparently, some fool of an Imperial who is certainly not worth anything in the grand scheme of things otherwise has managed to worm his way to a position of importance in the Rebellion and now I have to take care of him," Leia threw the data pad away from her, watching with no satisfaction as it bounced across the floor. "I just got home. All I want to do is sleep."
Mara tried to look sympathetic, but failed tremendously. Leia just crossed her arms and glared at the other girl. She really had just gotten back! She had been with her father, Darth Vader, overseeing the construction of some new land runner thing (Leia wasn't quite sure about the details--the thing had no weapons as of yet and she wasn't interested in anything without weapons). She hadn't slept in her own bed in months and she really had been looking forward to it. But as soon as she had stepped off her transport, someone had shoved a data pad in her face, told her it was from the Emperor, and ran off before she could blink. Sighing, she stood.
"Well, I guess it's off to Kantra with my sorry ass," she muttered, scooping the data pad up and jumping into her speeder. Casting another glare at the pad, she shoved her way into the evening traffic and began sifting through the deatails of her mission.
"I hate Kantra."
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"Leaving so soon?"
Leia turned briefly, looking over her shoulder at her father, who had entered her room silently and was regarding the small bag she had packed with a few of her belonging. Even though she could not see his face through his black mask--indeed, she wasn't sure he even had a face anymore--she was able to pick up the mocking tone through his labored, mechanic breathing. Sighing, she turned back to her mirror and continued to darken her eyes.
"Where are you going?"
"Kantra," the young assassin said quietly. "After some Imperial turned Rebel called Rydell. Do you know him?"
"No," Vader shook his head. "But more importantly, do you?"
"Of course. I know everything from his grandmother's maiden name to his shoe size." Of course, that also meant she knew that the good man Rydell had a bad habit of stepping out on his wife to lay with any pretty boy or girl who offered themselves to him. Which was why she was dressing as a common whore.
"Good," Vader nodded, pleased. After a few more moments of watching his daughter apply much too much make-up, he stood to go. "May the Force be with you."
She laughed harshly, smearing bright red lip gloss across her lips with a brush. She watched her father's reflection retreating in the mirror, then rolled her eyes.
"Screw the Force," she muttered darkly.
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By the time Leia burst out of hyperspace above Kantra, she had already been able to touch Rydell using the Force and was sure of where she wanted to make her move. As quickly as she could, she guided her ship into the atmosphere, then to the spaceport closest to her chosen destination. Handing the collector droid there enough credits to keep her ship there for several days, she left for the local bar.
It was, like all bars, dark, loud, and full of every kind of scum imaginable. Silently fending off all unwanted advances by both genders and many different species, she made her way to the bar and sat on a stool.
"What'll it be, missy?"
Leia raised an eyebrow at the bartender, sizing him up. Finally, she placed several credits on the counter and smiled coyly.
"Corellian whiskey," she commanded, ignoring his incredulous look. "And keep it coming."
Two hours and nearly fifty shots later, Leia finally spotted her target coming through the door. Outwardly, she didn't react, but inwardly, she groaned. He didn't even look like a decent target. For one, he was old enough to be her father. His clothes were old and dirty, and he himself wasn't much better off. Killing him would almost be an insult to her skills. Thanking the bartender, she slipped off the stool, adjusted her black miniskirt, and made her way to Rydell's table.
"Hey," she said, lowering her voice a couple octaves so it sounded husky and inviting. "Got enough room there for a girl like me?"
"That depends," Rydell said, appraising her appreciatively. "What kind of girl are you?"
"One you'll like, I think," she murmered, winking. "Dance with me?"
She held out a hand and had to supress the urge to smack him as he ignored it and placed his hands on her waist. They made their way to the other dancers, moving slowly against one another. Immediately, Rydell sprang to life, and Leia could feel his throughts through the Force. Being only 17 herself, she was the perfect age to fulfill his fetish. Briefly, she caught a flash of another girl, just a year younger than Leia. Curling a lip in distaste, she realized that this other girl was Rydell's daughter. Disgusting pervert. She clutched him closer to her, grinding her hips into his.
"What do you say we go somewhere private?" Rydell asked finally, cupping the back of her neck so she had to look him in the eye. Swallowing her revulsion, she managed a coy smile.
"That's going to cost you," she informed him, knowing he liked having to pay for his pleasure. *He really is disgusting*, she thought.
"Money is not a problem, my pet," he grinned lecherously.
"Lead the way then," she purred, letting him pull her off the dance floor. They exited the bar through the back, just in case someone Rydell knew saw them and realized what he was about to do. Several blocks later, they stumbled into a tiny room, his hands groping her wildly. For a moment, Leia considered killing him right then and there. Then she paused as another thought struck her.
*Eh, what the hell?* she asked herself. *Get some, get gone, right Leia?*
Smiling, she pulled her shirt over her head and let him lead her to the bed.
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Leia stretched in Rydell's arms then got up and gathered her clothes. He watched her closely as she wriggled into them.
"Money's on the table," he told her.
"That's nice," she muttered, turning to face him. He made quite a sight, laying there in dirty sheets, her lipstick marking his body. She sighed. Now to complete the mission. How was she going to kill him without making it look suspicious?
"What are you thinking, beautiful?" he asked.
"Just...trying to decide how I should kill you," she said nonchalantly, not noticing how his eyes widened in shock and fright. She smiled at him. "You know, I think I've got it."
Raising a hand, she squeezed with the Force as Vader often did to choke those who displeased him. Only instead of crushing his windpipe, she focused on his heart, slowing and finally stopping it's steady pumping. When he was dead, she left him sitting for a moment, then raised her hand and squeezed again. This time, blood filled his wide eyes and gushed from his ears and onto the grimy sheets as she forced it up into his brain. He was old. This wouldn't be suspicious at all; not when it was so obvious that he had been extremely...physically active. Smirking, she picked his pants up and took all his credits. She left the ones on the night stand where they were.
"Thanks for the romp, Rydell," she said sweetly as she left. "Though I've got to say, not the best I've ever had."
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Oh, there was some confusion as to when, exactly, Leia began to talk. When Obi Wan took them away, they were about a year old by then. Sorry if I confused you. Also, you should know that I've never read any of the books. So even though I'm using Mara Jade (and maybe other characters in later chapters), I'm not quite sure what she should be like. I just thought it would be nice to have more familiar faces in the story.
This chapter is really just to introduce you to the kind of woman I think Leia would have turned out to be if she had been raised by Vader. Of course the Emperor sank his teeth into her as soon as he sensed her power and turned her into an assassin. She's about 17 at the beginning of this chapter.
Chapter One
Leia Skywalker stared at the data pad in her hand, nearly screaming in frustration at the name there in big, bold letters. Kantra. How boring! Kantra was such a small, out of the way planet where people still relied on wheels to get around! She groaned.
"Why me?" she asked her companion, Mara Jade, miserably. "Why am I always sent to the planets in the middle of nowhere? Even Tatooine is preferable to Kantra!"
"Kantra?" Mara smirked, supressing a laugh. "What the hell is important on Kantra?"
"A traitor, what else? Apparently, some fool of an Imperial who is certainly not worth anything in the grand scheme of things otherwise has managed to worm his way to a position of importance in the Rebellion and now I have to take care of him," Leia threw the data pad away from her, watching with no satisfaction as it bounced across the floor. "I just got home. All I want to do is sleep."
Mara tried to look sympathetic, but failed tremendously. Leia just crossed her arms and glared at the other girl. She really had just gotten back! She had been with her father, Darth Vader, overseeing the construction of some new land runner thing (Leia wasn't quite sure about the details--the thing had no weapons as of yet and she wasn't interested in anything without weapons). She hadn't slept in her own bed in months and she really had been looking forward to it. But as soon as she had stepped off her transport, someone had shoved a data pad in her face, told her it was from the Emperor, and ran off before she could blink. Sighing, she stood.
"Well, I guess it's off to Kantra with my sorry ass," she muttered, scooping the data pad up and jumping into her speeder. Casting another glare at the pad, she shoved her way into the evening traffic and began sifting through the deatails of her mission.
"I hate Kantra."
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"Leaving so soon?"
Leia turned briefly, looking over her shoulder at her father, who had entered her room silently and was regarding the small bag she had packed with a few of her belonging. Even though she could not see his face through his black mask--indeed, she wasn't sure he even had a face anymore--she was able to pick up the mocking tone through his labored, mechanic breathing. Sighing, she turned back to her mirror and continued to darken her eyes.
"Where are you going?"
"Kantra," the young assassin said quietly. "After some Imperial turned Rebel called Rydell. Do you know him?"
"No," Vader shook his head. "But more importantly, do you?"
"Of course. I know everything from his grandmother's maiden name to his shoe size." Of course, that also meant she knew that the good man Rydell had a bad habit of stepping out on his wife to lay with any pretty boy or girl who offered themselves to him. Which was why she was dressing as a common whore.
"Good," Vader nodded, pleased. After a few more moments of watching his daughter apply much too much make-up, he stood to go. "May the Force be with you."
She laughed harshly, smearing bright red lip gloss across her lips with a brush. She watched her father's reflection retreating in the mirror, then rolled her eyes.
"Screw the Force," she muttered darkly.
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By the time Leia burst out of hyperspace above Kantra, she had already been able to touch Rydell using the Force and was sure of where she wanted to make her move. As quickly as she could, she guided her ship into the atmosphere, then to the spaceport closest to her chosen destination. Handing the collector droid there enough credits to keep her ship there for several days, she left for the local bar.
It was, like all bars, dark, loud, and full of every kind of scum imaginable. Silently fending off all unwanted advances by both genders and many different species, she made her way to the bar and sat on a stool.
"What'll it be, missy?"
Leia raised an eyebrow at the bartender, sizing him up. Finally, she placed several credits on the counter and smiled coyly.
"Corellian whiskey," she commanded, ignoring his incredulous look. "And keep it coming."
Two hours and nearly fifty shots later, Leia finally spotted her target coming through the door. Outwardly, she didn't react, but inwardly, she groaned. He didn't even look like a decent target. For one, he was old enough to be her father. His clothes were old and dirty, and he himself wasn't much better off. Killing him would almost be an insult to her skills. Thanking the bartender, she slipped off the stool, adjusted her black miniskirt, and made her way to Rydell's table.
"Hey," she said, lowering her voice a couple octaves so it sounded husky and inviting. "Got enough room there for a girl like me?"
"That depends," Rydell said, appraising her appreciatively. "What kind of girl are you?"
"One you'll like, I think," she murmered, winking. "Dance with me?"
She held out a hand and had to supress the urge to smack him as he ignored it and placed his hands on her waist. They made their way to the other dancers, moving slowly against one another. Immediately, Rydell sprang to life, and Leia could feel his throughts through the Force. Being only 17 herself, she was the perfect age to fulfill his fetish. Briefly, she caught a flash of another girl, just a year younger than Leia. Curling a lip in distaste, she realized that this other girl was Rydell's daughter. Disgusting pervert. She clutched him closer to her, grinding her hips into his.
"What do you say we go somewhere private?" Rydell asked finally, cupping the back of her neck so she had to look him in the eye. Swallowing her revulsion, she managed a coy smile.
"That's going to cost you," she informed him, knowing he liked having to pay for his pleasure. *He really is disgusting*, she thought.
"Money is not a problem, my pet," he grinned lecherously.
"Lead the way then," she purred, letting him pull her off the dance floor. They exited the bar through the back, just in case someone Rydell knew saw them and realized what he was about to do. Several blocks later, they stumbled into a tiny room, his hands groping her wildly. For a moment, Leia considered killing him right then and there. Then she paused as another thought struck her.
*Eh, what the hell?* she asked herself. *Get some, get gone, right Leia?*
Smiling, she pulled her shirt over her head and let him lead her to the bed.
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Leia stretched in Rydell's arms then got up and gathered her clothes. He watched her closely as she wriggled into them.
"Money's on the table," he told her.
"That's nice," she muttered, turning to face him. He made quite a sight, laying there in dirty sheets, her lipstick marking his body. She sighed. Now to complete the mission. How was she going to kill him without making it look suspicious?
"What are you thinking, beautiful?" he asked.
"Just...trying to decide how I should kill you," she said nonchalantly, not noticing how his eyes widened in shock and fright. She smiled at him. "You know, I think I've got it."
Raising a hand, she squeezed with the Force as Vader often did to choke those who displeased him. Only instead of crushing his windpipe, she focused on his heart, slowing and finally stopping it's steady pumping. When he was dead, she left him sitting for a moment, then raised her hand and squeezed again. This time, blood filled his wide eyes and gushed from his ears and onto the grimy sheets as she forced it up into his brain. He was old. This wouldn't be suspicious at all; not when it was so obvious that he had been extremely...physically active. Smirking, she picked his pants up and took all his credits. She left the ones on the night stand where they were.
"Thanks for the romp, Rydell," she said sweetly as she left. "Though I've got to say, not the best I've ever had."
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