I am SOOO sorry this took such a long time to update!!! I've been working
on my other story, Vader's Apprentice. Someday I'll add another chapter to
Austin Powers meets Star Wars. For now, this ones my top priority.
Remember, if you have any ideas or comments or anything just review!!! Hope
you all like this!
Chapter 6: Questions
Meanwhile, in a certain prison cell...
The clunking of metal nearly drove Leia crazy. There must have been 15 stormtroopers escorting them to the torture chamber. Unfortunately, the wide halls fit all of them comfortably. Too soon they all stopped in front of a door. Before the door completely slid open Han and Leia were heaped on the floor and alone. Leia jumped up to escape and almost got her finger smashed. A loud cluck crushed all hope for escape. Slowly silence trickled in. Only Han's curses and spouts of anger struck it.
"How do we escape now?" she thought out loud. She realized the bomb she had set when she saw Han's eyes roll.
"What! Oh the gods, there truly are miracles!"
He knelt up, engrossed into his sarcastic act.
"Her worshipfulness," he exaggerated with a crazed gesture, his eyes perfecting revealing his lack of sanity "is asking me, the nerfherding smuggler, for my opinion!"
Leia inwardly fumed, but kept it inside. She knew his type. Oh how she wished Luke, sensible, calm, intelligent, funny, handsome, irresistibly fine Luke were here.
"We have to get out. Who knows what Vader will do to us when he comes, or what he's doing to Jaina now."
"Really? Why don't YOU think of something, sister!"
That was the last straw.
Back to the dining room...
Aunt Mara!!! What is she doing here!?! No one, I mean no one, said Aunt Mara was in the picture! She doesn't meet Luke until after the fall of the empire!!! Why would she... uh oh. She's the Emperor's Hand, totally loyal to Palpatine, secret agent. Not good.
"What are you doing here, Jade!" stormed Vader.
The Emperor's Hand, clad in a black and purple jumpsuit, pursed her scarlet lips in annoyance.
"The Emperor's order was for me to accompany you on this mission. I'm supposed to be here."
"I doubt the Emperor told you to deliberately interrupt my interrogation," the Sith lord retorted.
Mara Jade simply returned the last comment with a smug glare, her green eyes burning. She then directed them to the girl across the table from Vader.
"Who's the kid?" she half-asked, half-demanded.
Jaina shivered beneath Mara Jade's glare, but not because it belonged to the Emperor's Hand. The fun-loving, mischievous aunt, who was always nearby with a big smile to share and a shoulder to cry on, was now a cold-blooded assassin.
"She is the time-traveling force user the Emperor spoke of," he answered dismissively.
Mara Jade seemed content with the answer. She studied Jaina.
"What's your name?"
Jaina straightened her back and raised an eyebrow with to appear more sophisticated, then smirked playfully. Now was not the time to be weak.
"You really want to know?"
Before Jade could turn on her lightsaber Jaina had hers on Mara's neck, followed with a sneaky front-strike kick maneuver that Aunt Mara had taught her. Mara Jade almost sliced Jaina's leg. Somehow Jaina was able put Mara on the defensive with a clumsy forward strike of her lightsaber that Mara hastily blocked.
Vader observed the short match thoughtfully. So, the girl was a Jedi. A very good one at that.
While Mara parried the Jedi girl's blow her sharp eyes caught the form of a chair and she flung it at the girl with the force. To her utter surprise, the girl was able to raise her lightsaber in time so that the chair felt in two pieces at her feet.
Darth Vader couldn't help but notice a slight resemblance between Jade and the girl's combat styles. Most would regard the similarity as a mere coincidences. Not him.
One of the pieces almost hit Jaina's left foot, but she didn't even notice it. Jaina, you can't kill Mara! You can knock her unconscious, though.
Mara took advantage of the girl's sudden stop. So, she's a Jedi. The emperor will want her. Mara, you can't kill the girl! You can knock her unconscious, though.
Suddenly the two pieces of the chair came alive. Mara knelt quickly on her knees as the one aimed for her face slammed against the wall instead. Jaina wasn't so lucky. The other piece bolted straight up at her forehead. Before she could even squint her eyes in pain she was out cold, crumpled on her side on the cold tile floor, her brown hair strayed everywhere. At first no one did anything.
An expensive black billowing cape veiled a dark shadow on her rosy cheeks.
"Take her to my ship. I will deal with her later."
With his orders said, Darth Vader turned and walked in his efficient, militant fashion to leave. But this wasn't some stuttering admiral he was talking to. This was the Emperor's Hand.
"The Emperor said that I was to accompany you on this mission."
Mara picked up the unconscious girl and draped her on her shoulder so that Jaina's limp head and arms fell on Mara's front, all the time glaring at the Sith lord and smothering her defiance of his specific orders. "I'll take her on the ship after you're done."
Vader did not appreciate the obvious defiance and turned his back to her as he left quickly down the hall, leaving Jade to struggle to keep up with him while lugging 135 lbs of weight, his own silent punishment that by vengeful instinct he unconsciously executed.
Meanwhile, in a Cloud City cell room...
A loud slap cracked the air.
A hand rushed to the reddening skin, Han's enraged eyes glowered. Leia stood still and began to breath a little slower, not daring to take her own eyes off the hot-headed smuggler.
"I have had enough," the princess finally said.
Another slap. Another rushing hand. This time, however, the eyes fell wide with raw shock, witness to the unthinkable, those hawk eyes that always knew, always threatened, always scheming, now unveiled a naked childlike disbelief. Leia willed herself to blink to avoid crying, despite the risks.
Han felt his heart skip a few blinks, but he refused to show any sign of shock. Not now, not in front of her. To avoid showing weakness, he scavenged for some words.
"Its always about you, is..."
Leia didn't know what else he was going to say and didn't care, knocking him against the wall and strangling him for a little was much better. No one slaps Princess Leia Organa of the House of Alderaan.
Han turned his neck, desperate for air. He didn't think Leia would strike again, and he didn't really, really want to hurt a woman, the slap had been quick, unthought of, just a reflex of his outrage. But if he didn't do something, he would die.
Leia felt two angry fists on her chest punch her back to the other wall. She ran forward on the defense with her own merciless fists. Han took her wrist to get control, Leia kicked him in the stomach. Han didn't want to fight. Ignoring his aching belly, he grabbed her braids and yanked her so that her back was on his torso, so she couldn't hurt him. At the vicious tug of her scalp Leia screamed, feeling herself getting pulled to the threatening smuggler. But clever Leia, shrewd Leia, she raised her left foot backwards and kicked Han's private. At the sudden release she dived forward.
Darth Vader had called a squad of stormtroopers and was well ahead of Jade, who was by now trying not to pant. In the midst of the cream-colored peace a blood-curling woman's scream axed the serenity. The Sith lord, using the Force, felt that it came from the Rebel's cell. When the door swooped open at his presence he found the smuggler grabbing hold of the Princess's braids and pulling her towards him. The Princess then executed a back-kick to his groin and successfully freed herself, falling onto the cement floor. It was only then that the Rebels noticed that they weren't alone.
Mara Jade face was becoming as red as her hair. The girl's head bobbed on Jade's muscular midriff repeatedly, her loose tanned arms getting in the way of her legs. Personally, she wouldn't have minded at all if she tripped, as long as the girl suffered an unfortunate skull injury. But who knows what the Emperor would have done. For whatever reason, Mara just plain didn't like her. For one, her fighting technique. The side-kick maneuver was hers, and as far as she knew, she was the only one who used it. But the girl used it... didn't make any sense. And of course, the lightsaber. The girl had to be a Jedi. And a force-user, that was certain. But the Purges are over. All the Jedi have been hunted down and slain. If Jedi Master were killed like flies, how could a little Padawan escape unscathed? And those clothes! Mara Jade had traveled on every corner of the galaxy, and never had she seen such strange garments. The material and style were most unusual. No, this girl was bad news. Mara could only hope the Emperor agreed.
Just then, a lady's scream ripped through the air. Mara walked a little faster and set her blaster on stun, going into defense mode. Darth Vader, a few feet ahead of her, had entered the cell of the Rebels. Mara peered into the room just as the Rebel princess back-kicked a tall male in the groin and fell forward on her knees. From Mara's experience, it looked as though the tall male had attempted an assault on the attractive woman. Nothing to fret over.
When Leia felt the abrupt release on her long brown braids she thrust her arms and elbows out just as they hit the floor. Shifting up, she eyes caught the black cape, armor, sending her bolting against the far wall. When her senses finally caught up with her she wondered what how much Vader had seen and what he thought of the matter oh shut up Leia your sickening yourself now. Leia finally noticed Han squinting and cursing softly not too far away. Only the presence of her nightmare could keep her from smirking, though it must be said, she did smile a little.
That went away, though, when she saw the flood of white pouring in. There were 4 of them. They were all coming inside... leaving outside unguarded. They won't kill you. Do it. When they were all inside and about to grab hold of her she sprinted forward.
Personally Vader held a high opinion of the Princess and was outraged at the smuggler's audacity to even touch her. She was a fighter, as many knew, and the Sith lord wasn't particularly surprised when he saw her run towards the entrance.
Leia dived by the dark giant.
The stormtroopers were too slow, but Vader wasn't. Using the force, he created a blocking shield right behind him. When Leia crashed into it, she fell right back into the clutches of two troopers, but not before she noticed Mara and her unconscious prisoner.
"Jaina!" Riveted, she turned to her captor, "What have you done to her! She's only fourteen!"
Well, there's my last update! I like Mara a lot, so I just HAD to include her! Got any ideas for The Questioning between Vader and Jaina? Or maybe even The Duel? In the next chapter I'm definitely addressing the issue of Leia falling in love with Luke (it's gotta be stopped, and guess who's the only one who can stop it?)
Chapter 6: Questions
Meanwhile, in a certain prison cell...
The clunking of metal nearly drove Leia crazy. There must have been 15 stormtroopers escorting them to the torture chamber. Unfortunately, the wide halls fit all of them comfortably. Too soon they all stopped in front of a door. Before the door completely slid open Han and Leia were heaped on the floor and alone. Leia jumped up to escape and almost got her finger smashed. A loud cluck crushed all hope for escape. Slowly silence trickled in. Only Han's curses and spouts of anger struck it.
"How do we escape now?" she thought out loud. She realized the bomb she had set when she saw Han's eyes roll.
"What! Oh the gods, there truly are miracles!"
He knelt up, engrossed into his sarcastic act.
"Her worshipfulness," he exaggerated with a crazed gesture, his eyes perfecting revealing his lack of sanity "is asking me, the nerfherding smuggler, for my opinion!"
Leia inwardly fumed, but kept it inside. She knew his type. Oh how she wished Luke, sensible, calm, intelligent, funny, handsome, irresistibly fine Luke were here.
"We have to get out. Who knows what Vader will do to us when he comes, or what he's doing to Jaina now."
"Really? Why don't YOU think of something, sister!"
That was the last straw.
Back to the dining room...
Aunt Mara!!! What is she doing here!?! No one, I mean no one, said Aunt Mara was in the picture! She doesn't meet Luke until after the fall of the empire!!! Why would she... uh oh. She's the Emperor's Hand, totally loyal to Palpatine, secret agent. Not good.
"What are you doing here, Jade!" stormed Vader.
The Emperor's Hand, clad in a black and purple jumpsuit, pursed her scarlet lips in annoyance.
"The Emperor's order was for me to accompany you on this mission. I'm supposed to be here."
"I doubt the Emperor told you to deliberately interrupt my interrogation," the Sith lord retorted.
Mara Jade simply returned the last comment with a smug glare, her green eyes burning. She then directed them to the girl across the table from Vader.
"Who's the kid?" she half-asked, half-demanded.
Jaina shivered beneath Mara Jade's glare, but not because it belonged to the Emperor's Hand. The fun-loving, mischievous aunt, who was always nearby with a big smile to share and a shoulder to cry on, was now a cold-blooded assassin.
"She is the time-traveling force user the Emperor spoke of," he answered dismissively.
Mara Jade seemed content with the answer. She studied Jaina.
"What's your name?"
Jaina straightened her back and raised an eyebrow with to appear more sophisticated, then smirked playfully. Now was not the time to be weak.
"You really want to know?"
Before Jade could turn on her lightsaber Jaina had hers on Mara's neck, followed with a sneaky front-strike kick maneuver that Aunt Mara had taught her. Mara Jade almost sliced Jaina's leg. Somehow Jaina was able put Mara on the defensive with a clumsy forward strike of her lightsaber that Mara hastily blocked.
Vader observed the short match thoughtfully. So, the girl was a Jedi. A very good one at that.
While Mara parried the Jedi girl's blow her sharp eyes caught the form of a chair and she flung it at the girl with the force. To her utter surprise, the girl was able to raise her lightsaber in time so that the chair felt in two pieces at her feet.
Darth Vader couldn't help but notice a slight resemblance between Jade and the girl's combat styles. Most would regard the similarity as a mere coincidences. Not him.
One of the pieces almost hit Jaina's left foot, but she didn't even notice it. Jaina, you can't kill Mara! You can knock her unconscious, though.
Mara took advantage of the girl's sudden stop. So, she's a Jedi. The emperor will want her. Mara, you can't kill the girl! You can knock her unconscious, though.
Suddenly the two pieces of the chair came alive. Mara knelt quickly on her knees as the one aimed for her face slammed against the wall instead. Jaina wasn't so lucky. The other piece bolted straight up at her forehead. Before she could even squint her eyes in pain she was out cold, crumpled on her side on the cold tile floor, her brown hair strayed everywhere. At first no one did anything.
An expensive black billowing cape veiled a dark shadow on her rosy cheeks.
"Take her to my ship. I will deal with her later."
With his orders said, Darth Vader turned and walked in his efficient, militant fashion to leave. But this wasn't some stuttering admiral he was talking to. This was the Emperor's Hand.
"The Emperor said that I was to accompany you on this mission."
Mara picked up the unconscious girl and draped her on her shoulder so that Jaina's limp head and arms fell on Mara's front, all the time glaring at the Sith lord and smothering her defiance of his specific orders. "I'll take her on the ship after you're done."
Vader did not appreciate the obvious defiance and turned his back to her as he left quickly down the hall, leaving Jade to struggle to keep up with him while lugging 135 lbs of weight, his own silent punishment that by vengeful instinct he unconsciously executed.
Meanwhile, in a Cloud City cell room...
A loud slap cracked the air.
A hand rushed to the reddening skin, Han's enraged eyes glowered. Leia stood still and began to breath a little slower, not daring to take her own eyes off the hot-headed smuggler.
"I have had enough," the princess finally said.
Another slap. Another rushing hand. This time, however, the eyes fell wide with raw shock, witness to the unthinkable, those hawk eyes that always knew, always threatened, always scheming, now unveiled a naked childlike disbelief. Leia willed herself to blink to avoid crying, despite the risks.
Han felt his heart skip a few blinks, but he refused to show any sign of shock. Not now, not in front of her. To avoid showing weakness, he scavenged for some words.
"Its always about you, is..."
Leia didn't know what else he was going to say and didn't care, knocking him against the wall and strangling him for a little was much better. No one slaps Princess Leia Organa of the House of Alderaan.
Han turned his neck, desperate for air. He didn't think Leia would strike again, and he didn't really, really want to hurt a woman, the slap had been quick, unthought of, just a reflex of his outrage. But if he didn't do something, he would die.
Leia felt two angry fists on her chest punch her back to the other wall. She ran forward on the defense with her own merciless fists. Han took her wrist to get control, Leia kicked him in the stomach. Han didn't want to fight. Ignoring his aching belly, he grabbed her braids and yanked her so that her back was on his torso, so she couldn't hurt him. At the vicious tug of her scalp Leia screamed, feeling herself getting pulled to the threatening smuggler. But clever Leia, shrewd Leia, she raised her left foot backwards and kicked Han's private. At the sudden release she dived forward.
Darth Vader had called a squad of stormtroopers and was well ahead of Jade, who was by now trying not to pant. In the midst of the cream-colored peace a blood-curling woman's scream axed the serenity. The Sith lord, using the Force, felt that it came from the Rebel's cell. When the door swooped open at his presence he found the smuggler grabbing hold of the Princess's braids and pulling her towards him. The Princess then executed a back-kick to his groin and successfully freed herself, falling onto the cement floor. It was only then that the Rebels noticed that they weren't alone.
Mara Jade face was becoming as red as her hair. The girl's head bobbed on Jade's muscular midriff repeatedly, her loose tanned arms getting in the way of her legs. Personally, she wouldn't have minded at all if she tripped, as long as the girl suffered an unfortunate skull injury. But who knows what the Emperor would have done. For whatever reason, Mara just plain didn't like her. For one, her fighting technique. The side-kick maneuver was hers, and as far as she knew, she was the only one who used it. But the girl used it... didn't make any sense. And of course, the lightsaber. The girl had to be a Jedi. And a force-user, that was certain. But the Purges are over. All the Jedi have been hunted down and slain. If Jedi Master were killed like flies, how could a little Padawan escape unscathed? And those clothes! Mara Jade had traveled on every corner of the galaxy, and never had she seen such strange garments. The material and style were most unusual. No, this girl was bad news. Mara could only hope the Emperor agreed.
Just then, a lady's scream ripped through the air. Mara walked a little faster and set her blaster on stun, going into defense mode. Darth Vader, a few feet ahead of her, had entered the cell of the Rebels. Mara peered into the room just as the Rebel princess back-kicked a tall male in the groin and fell forward on her knees. From Mara's experience, it looked as though the tall male had attempted an assault on the attractive woman. Nothing to fret over.
When Leia felt the abrupt release on her long brown braids she thrust her arms and elbows out just as they hit the floor. Shifting up, she eyes caught the black cape, armor, sending her bolting against the far wall. When her senses finally caught up with her she wondered what how much Vader had seen and what he thought of the matter oh shut up Leia your sickening yourself now. Leia finally noticed Han squinting and cursing softly not too far away. Only the presence of her nightmare could keep her from smirking, though it must be said, she did smile a little.
That went away, though, when she saw the flood of white pouring in. There were 4 of them. They were all coming inside... leaving outside unguarded. They won't kill you. Do it. When they were all inside and about to grab hold of her she sprinted forward.
Personally Vader held a high opinion of the Princess and was outraged at the smuggler's audacity to even touch her. She was a fighter, as many knew, and the Sith lord wasn't particularly surprised when he saw her run towards the entrance.
Leia dived by the dark giant.
The stormtroopers were too slow, but Vader wasn't. Using the force, he created a blocking shield right behind him. When Leia crashed into it, she fell right back into the clutches of two troopers, but not before she noticed Mara and her unconscious prisoner.
"Jaina!" Riveted, she turned to her captor, "What have you done to her! She's only fourteen!"
Well, there's my last update! I like Mara a lot, so I just HAD to include her! Got any ideas for The Questioning between Vader and Jaina? Or maybe even The Duel? In the next chapter I'm definitely addressing the issue of Leia falling in love with Luke (it's gotta be stopped, and guess who's the only one who can stop it?)