Dreams of the Dead

By Adien

Chapter One

Commander Chalson made his way down the corridor; stopping in front of a door he pushed the intercom button.

"What is it?" a dark, quiet, voice said.

"Sir, we have a new status report on the boy's family, and the Rebel's newest doings." He said nervously. He never liked talking to Lord Dieallen.

"Come in." Entering the room, the commander had to strain his eyes to see in the dark room. The only light was a narrow shaft, illuminating Dieallen's face. The room was icy cold, Dieallen seem to be unharmed by the near zero temperature, he sat, eyes closed, in the center of the room in a meditation- like-pose.

"Sir, the reports." Commander Chalson said shivering, holding out the report.

"Set it down there." Dieallen said, pointing, out of nowhere a desk appeared in the empty room. Setting the report down Commander Chalson stood at attention waiting for his next orders.

"Something more Commander?" Dieallen said his eyes still closed.

"N-no sir." Giving a quick salute, he left the room. Dieallen listened to the commander's foot steps as he left. Opening his eyes he looked around the dark room. Snapping his fingers light began to come into the room, sitting down at the desk, he studied the report that had been given to him. In the back of his mind a little voice started to call for him. Setting down the report, Dieallen closed his eyes and started to answer.

Yes my son what is it?

I have done my exercises, master, now what am I to do?

Very good, Dieallen thought, you have done all that you can for today.

Thank you. Master? I am puzzled.

About what? Dieallen responded.

Who are you? What are you doing? When will I see you?

Dieallen smiled evilly, this boy was more than he thought, and soon his plan would start to come together, turning his attention back to the voice in his mind, he thought calmly, Do not worry my Hanleio .Why do you doubt me? You shall see me soon enough and keep trusting me, if you do, then all of your questions and dreams will be answered. You must concentrate on your training exercises. Do you understand this?

Yes master. Hanleio said, leaving his teacher.

Turning his attention back to the report in front of him, Dieallen started to study it. "So," he said to himself, "They are part of the Post Tri Axle." Laughing quietly to himself he reached over and started to talk into the intercom, "Commander please come in here immediately."

"Yes sir," the commander said through the intercom. Dieallen continued to study the report that was given to him. The doors to his room started to open, in came a tall man, with blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

"Yes My Lord?" he said with a bow.

"Ah yes," Dieallen said looking up from the report. "Commander Jaon, what is the family doing now?"

"Well sir," the commander said pausing, he pulled out a hand held computer, "It looks like they are ready to go on a mission, Solo is preparing his ship as we speak."

"How long of a trip?"

"Well sir according to the parts dealer, Solo bought several hyperdrive units, so we are guessing...." The commander stopped as a red flashing sign appeared on his computer. Looking it over, he corrected himself, "They will be departing to the planet Adega, on Alliance duties, Sir."

"And what are the duties, Commander?" Dieallen calmly said. Pushing some buttons the commander scowled, "It says that they are going there to retrieve Adegan Crystals." Dieallen looked at the commander questioningly, "And why commander would an ambassador be going to a planet to collect crystals?"

"I'm not sure sir; I personally think they are using the crystals for a lightsaber."

"I don't want to hear what you think Commander, I want a reason! Now!" Dieallen said getting annoyed, "Search their computers for any traces of this planet. Also find out more about these crystals, we'll have to have our own little collection."

"Yes sir." Commander Jaon said. Leaving the room he hurried down the hall. Making a light sweeping movement with his had Dieallen made the desk, computer, and reports disappear. In there places were different peaces of art work ranging from sculptures to fine oil paintings. Meditating on the windows of others thoughts, he pondered over the report and the doings the Empire. The Rebels were planning something, something big, and Dieallen had to know. His master would be very displeased with him if he didn't.

Breaking Dieallen's concentration Commander Jaon entered the quarters in a rush. "Sir, two x-wing fighters have been spotted and locked in our target tractors. Would you like us to engage fire on them; they seem to be unaware of our presence. One blast would take care of them."

"No, Commander, such action is unnecessary." Dieallen said calmly, "We shall not destroy them, but capture them. Set the gravity pull to a stronger level so they become in orbit with us."

"Yes Lord Dieallen." The commander said, punching buttons on his computer. Snapping his fingers, Dieallen made an attack desk and computer come into the room, getting up from his seat he walked to the computer, with screen turning different shades with each touch he started pushing different commands. Pausing he looked up at the commander, who was still scowling at the computer in his hand.

"Something wrong commander?"

"No..No sir." Jaon said snapping the computer shut, ignoring the red warning signs flashing on the screen. "If you'll excuse me I have to attend to something."

"What?" Dieallen looked at him questionably.

"Oh, it's nothing sir, just one of my men. He's, uh, suddenly very sick almost possessed." Commander Joan said trying to find a good excuse. "Surely you could have thought of something else to say?" Dieallen said growing impatient.

"Sir?" the commander tried to look as innocent as he could. But it didn't work, standing to his feet Dieallen walked over to the now quivering commander. Shouting at the scared man he said," I WILL NOT HAVE MY MEN LIE TO MY FACE!!!" Razing his hand and squeezing it shut tightly, Dieallen saw Commander Joan grab throat, gasping for air, his face turning redder by the minute.

"Now," He said losing his grip. "Are we ready to speak the truth?" Commander Joan, whose face was almost blue, nodded quickly. As Dieallen let go, he began to gasp in deep breaths. "Don't breathe so had commander you pass out." Dieallen said coolly as if nothing had happened. Returning to his seat, Dieallen looked at Commander Joan hard. "Now you were going to tell me what the matter was, right." Commander nodded faintly. Opening back up his computer the warning signals began flashing again. It looks like that someone had left a signal open when we were communicating to Grand Admiral Kisher. And the Alliance was able to break the computer codes and read our weapon and ship totals. Plus." The commander said hesitating. "They were able to wipe out our main information on their plans we were able to hack into." Hesitating waiting for Lord Dieallen to explode, but for some odd reason he didn't. Dieallen stared off into space, taking a deep breath, he said, "And who is to be responsible for this mishap?"

"Well sir, it was Caption Blessing. He was the one who set up the communication and I guess it slipped by him."

"Well then, who's in charge of this Caption, Commander?" Dieallen said coolly. Clearing his voice, Commander Joan standing up straighter said, "I was sir, I should have seen it before I gave it a clear pass. Please for give my ignorance sir." Dieallen looked at him and scoffed.

"There is no forgiveness to give to you. You are a Commander and you were trained properly in these kinds of procedures. Were you not?"

"Y-yes sir." Joan said looking straight ahead. "Well then you will take the responsibility for the Caption's actions. Instead of him dying, you will!" Gripping his fist Dieallen pulled his hand down slowly, tightening it even more. Commander Joan's eyes began to bulge as every molecule of air was sucked out of his lungs. He could feel his brain starting to shut down and his heart slowing, but with every gasp and beat of his heart a sharp burning pain, engulfed him. Sinking to the floor the commander reached out toward Dieallen, begging him to stop. But Dieallen refused his pleas and as his hand reached the side of his body, Commander Joan was dead, hand still stretched out.

Walking over to the intercom Dieallen said, "Please come and dispose of this mess immediately." As the stormtroopers dragged Commander Joan's stiff corpse out of the room, Dieallen returned his attention to the computer screen. Giving some more commands, they were ready to capture the two starfighters. Giving the last signal Dieallen watched the screen as the two ships were dragged closer and closer.

"Sir, we're getting a signal from the two fighter pilots." A caption said from the intercom.

"Very well put them on." Dieallen said looking, looking at the large screen in front of him. He stared at the black screen, concentrated on he voices coming from the intercom.

"Red One, come in."

"Red One, roger."

"Switch to engine G grade four."

"Roger that Gold Eye."

"We're being pulled in by that ship; I can't come out of it. Negative on the escape route."

"Roger that Red One, unidentified ship. Can you reach the base?"

"Are you kidding me?!" one of the voices said in shock. "Negative on all ship engine responses, prepare for an attack."

"Roger that Gold Eye." Switching off the intercom He turned to the Communications officer who had been standing behind him. "Go and greet these to pilots, tell the soldiers to set their guns to stun; I want these men alive." Saluting quickly the officer left. Going back to the computer, he switched it to the main drive to examine the damage Commander Joan had done. Slamming his fist down hard on the desk his eyes grew wide, they had taken their ship and weapon total, but then Dieallen smiled and started to laugh. The Alliance's "destruction to the files" was worthless. The decoy had worked, now all that had to be done was fill the dead file full of more useless information, and keep the Alliance hackers on their toes.

After filling the file Dieallen, looked up to see the officer coming back in to give the report.

"The prisoners are in their cells now sir, they were two first command A.S. pilots. They didn't put up much of a fight; the computers read that they were waiting there to meet another ship and there they were going to go to the plant Tatooine. What their mission was there has not been found yet. Their droids are being searched as we speak."

"Very good, caption. Inform Commander Chalson to be ready for dinner tonight; we will have one of the pilots as our guest of honor. Oh yes, are they in they in separate cells?" The caption nodded. "Good, we don't want them planning anything together. What cells are we holding them in? I want to meet these two foolish pilots."

"Level 2, Cell block 55-1, and block 66-15, sir. They are both drowsy from the stun."

"No problem there Caption, you may continue with your orders." Dieallen said. With a swish of his hand the attack computers and screens disappeared. In their places were different pieces of art work around the room.

Taking his black cape from the bureau that had appeared; he placed in on and walked out of the room. Walking toward the elevator, different men saluted to him, Dieallen acknowledged them, his black cape flowing behind him. His bight blue eyes were set off by his jet black hair and all black suit. His skin glimmered with a hint of silver, every time the light hit it. Stepping into the elevator he waited, he stared off into space, his eyes set hard and cold.

Walking out of the elevator Dieallen made his way to the cell block, approaching the cell, a caption rushed up to him and said, "Sir, the two A.S pilots send a distress signal to the Alliance's headquarters, before the gravity pull was administrated. The Alliance has sent out a number of x-wing starfighters to attack. We were also able to hack into their computers by using the ships; they aren't sure about the ship. Any information they have they got it from the dead file."

"Very well caption, we will wait for them, send some T.I.E. fighters to welcome them. Destroy all of them. What's their E.T.A.?"

"About 30 minutes sir, they will be coming from hyperspace soon and it will take them awhile to get in orbit and attack."

"Very well have the pilots ready. I want all of them dead and no one escaping. Is that clear?" Dieallen said unworried.

"Yes sir." The caption rushed off. Turing back to the cell block, Dieallen pushed a code into a small computer panel. The door to the cell opened. Inside was a fighter pilot, lying on floor, still drowsy just like the caption had said.

"Get up." Dieallen instructed. The officer stood, Dieallen said looking him over, "What is your mission for the Rebels?"

"I'll never tell," sneered the pilot.

"Very well, then, have it your way, now we can do it my way," Turning his attention to the stormtrooper by the doorway. "Get the probe." Turning to face the pilot Dieallen gave a small smile when he saw the captions scared face. "I did give you a choice and you chose mine."

Leaving the scared pilot in his cell, Dieallen started to walk toward the other cell block, where the other pilot was held. Stopping a passing commander he asked, "I want a full report on the prisoners immediately."

"Yes Lord Dieallen." The commander said turning around and hurried down the hall. As Dieallen approached the cell he thought to himself, with any luck this one will be more willing to talk. But a worried feeling gnawed in the back of his mind, pushing it out he concentrated on what he had to do he had to fulfill the emperor's orders. Pushing a new code into the small computer he walked inside, there sat the pilot helmet still on.

"You may take off your helmet; it must be very hot in there." Dieallen said trying to befriend the pilot. Hesitating the pilot pulled off the helmet, slightly shock Dieallen recomposed himself, "Well my dear, I didn't know that the Rebels had women pilots."

"They do now." The girl said sharply. "What?"

"Nothing, you must be starved, are you not?" The girl nodded slightly. "Of coarse you are." Dieallen said continuing, "That is why I would like you to join me for dinner, and I'll have someone come to give you clothes and to get you for dinner. Not sure what to say the girl looked hard at Dieallen's phony trusting face, thinking of what to do. She was not what Dieallen thought she was in fact she was not an A.S. pilot at all. What she was, was an ambassador for the Alliance, and she worried about how long she could pull this little charade she had started.

To  Be Continued…

Note from the Editor: You romance lovers are in for a treat in the next chappie. ^^