There is a favour I like to ask my readers.
Has anybody of you an interesst in being the second beta for this story.
My beta has to much at her own hands to find time for this at the moment.
I have still part of this which I can upload here, but on the side I originaly post it,I have sent the 
last part to be betaed about five weeks ago.
I would like to find someone who can take over as long as she has no time, otherwise the story would 
be at a stillstand.
As English is not my native, I need s.o. to correct grammar and interpunctation mistakes.
And if that s.o. could help with background descriptions, that would be great.
If you like to help me, please write a reply to this and I will contact you.

On with the fic;


Back at his castle, the Dark Lord met Jix, who was lingering around on the private levels of his home. 
As Jix spotted him a bright grin plastered his face. 

"Hey, there you are!" 

"What are you doing here," Vader asked, coming closer. 

"Why, I'm waiting for you, of course," Jix answered cheerily. 

"I did not ask for you. What do you want," Vader wanted to know, stopping slightly as he invaded 
Jixon's personal space. But Wenga didn't let himself be intimidated by Vader's closeness. 

"I'm back, bored out of my mind, curious, and wanted to know if you have need of me," he coolly replied. 

There was no sign of inviting Jix into his office. Indeed there was no motion at all in the Dark Lord's 
looming presence, as he answered in a rejecting manner. 

"No Jix, I have no need of you, what so ever. I would have called for you and you know that." 

Jix effected a pout at his employer's words. "Oh, I'm hurt Uncle Dee, didn't you miss your dear nephew?" 

"Don't you 'Uncle Dee' me and no, I did not miss you," answered Vader sticking his agent lightly in his 
chest his finger. "I am completely happy without you getting on my nerves." 

"Come on now, don't be like that. Are you not inviting me in for a chat? What would you do without me 
loosing you up a bit from time to time," Jix cajoled, his bright grin still plastered to his face. 

"I would be sparing myself a headache," came Vader's prompt reply. "All right, come in and tell me 
what you really want from me," he sighed, while the door to his office slid open to let them in. He took 
of his cloak and tossed it over his desk, turned and supported his weight by leaning back against that 
enormous desk. 



Jix sauntered in behind him and let himself fall into the seat before the desk, only a few feet away 
from the Sith's position. 

"As I said, I was bored and curiosity got the better of me," Jix stated. 

"Curious about what," the Lord asked. "I am not your information broker. As I remember it is entirely 
the other way round." 

"Well yes, but I can't be very efficient without knowing what's going on!" 

"For now, you are efficient enough and I do not have any new orders for you," was Vader's stubborn answer. 

"You are not going to make it easy on me, are you? Why in Sith's hell are you protecting Organa? 
And don't tell me you have your eye on her, like the media speculated. I don't buy it," the Corellian 
burst out. 

With that Vader straightened to his full height, going tense all over. There was a short display of 
clenching his hands into fists, a sign of how much he was effected by Jix' words and of how much Jix 
was playing with fire. But only a few moments later the Sith's tall frame relaxed again against 
the huge desk. 




"Why Jix, you know what kind of people I like around by now. She is courageous, intelligent, strong in 
her will, well looking and she behaves around me like she does round anyone else," Vader counted her 
positive sides. "So why should I not be interested in her," he asked, trying to lead his agent on. 

The Corellian gaped at him in disbelieve. 

"Should that be a joke," he voiced weakly. "I never saw any sign of you having an interest in a female, 
not in the slightest. Not that you have any in males either. No, don't play dumb with me. Spill the 
beans," he commanded. 

"All right, the truth, short and to the point," Lord Vader gave in with a heavy sigh. 
" She is my ticket to my and the galaxy's future." 

Jix was flabbergasted by this strange answer. " She is your... I don't get it. You lost me, sorry." 

"Oh, did I get you now? No smart answer to this statement? Wonders really do occur," Vader said, 
shaking his head in a mocking way. One could almost see the smug face he wore under the mask. 

"You, you... okay, you got me here. Satisfied? I'm more confused than ever. That wasn't an answer at all," 
Jix complained. 

"But it was! It was the truth nonetheless and yes, I'm quite satisfied," Vader stated, crossing his 
arms over his chest-plate. 

"That might be, but you put it into a riddle even that old bag of bones can't do anything with, apart 
from getting suspicious of you and your "Lady"," the Corellian shot back, getting out of the seat and 
pacing around frustrated. 

"You know, Jix, someday you will be executed for your disrespect of the Emperor. And I will be punished 
with you for not reprimanded you enough," the Sith warned his agent. 

"If you have nothing else to... discuss, you may leave now, and mind your own business." It was obvious 
that the Dark Lord was growing impatient with his agent. 

"But I'm none the wiser than before," Wenga objected. 

" That is exactly how I want it to be. The only thing you need to know by now is, it is of the up-most 
importance for me to keep the Princess safe and well out of his Highness' reach," Vader explained. 
"Now find yourself an occupation and leave." As he said this, he pulled out the data-pad Palpatine 
handed him and switched it on to make a point of that Jix was dismissed. 

In the next moment he was swearing under his breath. 

"What's the problem," Jixon asked, all business now. 

"Nothing important, just annoying. This is the list of personnel Palpatine wants on the Executor," 
Vader replied. 

" And what is so annoying about it," Jix inquired. 

" In one word," Vader asked. The Corellian only nodded. "Ozzel." The Sith sighed. "This was such an 
enlightening day" he muttered. 

"Well, he is an idiot, but as far as I know, a very trusted one by the Emperor. I feel for you," Wenga 
replied. "But on the other hand, you deserve no better for the way you treated me and are planning 
treason on "his Highness", don't you," he chuckled. 

" Jix. Out! Now!" Shouted the Dark Lord, pointing at the door. 

Jix went to the door and while it opened he asked in an all too innocent way, 
"Was there a double-meaning in that?" and escaped thought the door before the data-pad that the Sith 
thrown at him could hit. One could hear his laughing while he went down the corridor.