When Mara finally reached the narrow hallway that led to the makeshift
torture chamber for the unfortunate captain, the Sith Lord was exiting,
helmet bent forward with intent. Not this time. She firmly dug her feet
onto the floor to block him and his entourage of sour-faced officers and
black-visored stormtroopers.
"Lord Vader, in the name of the Emperor I demand to know what your plans are concerning."
With one simple Force push Jade was slammed unceremoniously against a wall and the entourage continued its way.
But not for long.
Mara smirked as the perfect retort formed in her head. Glaring confidently at the black capes, she sneered.
"Perhaps my Lord wishes to lose another arm to our master?"
Two knocked over troopers and one moment later, Mara knew she had touched a chord with the Sith lord as she looked unblinking to the black mask. Besides the Emperor, Mara was the only other one to know of Vader's punishment for his failure to protect the Death Star. As he was sensitive about his recent Light side tendencies, he was senstitive about the amputation of his right arm as well. Vader, enthralled, shook his finger at the Emperor's Hand.
"You are pushing it, Jade."
Mara stood still.
"As are you. The Emperor, nor I, will tolerate..."
"The Emperor has given me direct orders, and your unruly temperance is interfering with their execution."
With that, the Sith Lord turned irritably to his task at hand.
Hhhmph. What is his problem? What ever it is, I must tell my master.
She closed her emerald eyes and breathed in quiet yet deep breaths, gathering the Force and quickly locating the pit-black engulfing power source that was her master.
My Master.
Jade! Why do you disturb me?
I think Vader is hiding something.
Has he captured the Rebels?
Yes, but.
Has he captured Skywalker?
No, but.
Then what is he hiding?
Master, Vader has been most uncooperative and has refused to tell me his plans concerning Skywalker.
Then what has he been doing?
He has tortured a Rebel, questioned a girl.
Girl? What girl!?!
A Force user, a Jedi I believe.
A misplaced silence lingered on the Force telelink.
You speak of the Force traveler. Bring her to me, but not before you oversee Skywalker's capture.
And the Rebels?
I trust Vader will deal with them appropriately.
How about Skywalker?
Allow my apprentice to deal with him, but make sure Skywalker and the girl are brought to Coruscant, prefeably with only your surveillance.
I will not fail you, Master.
Take care that you don't.
The link was cut, and Mara snapped herself to attention.
"Pity I don't get to kill you."
"Lord Vader, in the name of the Emperor I demand to know what your plans are concerning."
With one simple Force push Jade was slammed unceremoniously against a wall and the entourage continued its way.
But not for long.
Mara smirked as the perfect retort formed in her head. Glaring confidently at the black capes, she sneered.
"Perhaps my Lord wishes to lose another arm to our master?"
Two knocked over troopers and one moment later, Mara knew she had touched a chord with the Sith lord as she looked unblinking to the black mask. Besides the Emperor, Mara was the only other one to know of Vader's punishment for his failure to protect the Death Star. As he was sensitive about his recent Light side tendencies, he was senstitive about the amputation of his right arm as well. Vader, enthralled, shook his finger at the Emperor's Hand.
"You are pushing it, Jade."
Mara stood still.
"As are you. The Emperor, nor I, will tolerate..."
"The Emperor has given me direct orders, and your unruly temperance is interfering with their execution."
With that, the Sith Lord turned irritably to his task at hand.
Hhhmph. What is his problem? What ever it is, I must tell my master.
She closed her emerald eyes and breathed in quiet yet deep breaths, gathering the Force and quickly locating the pit-black engulfing power source that was her master.
My Master.
Jade! Why do you disturb me?
I think Vader is hiding something.
Has he captured the Rebels?
Yes, but.
Has he captured Skywalker?
No, but.
Then what is he hiding?
Master, Vader has been most uncooperative and has refused to tell me his plans concerning Skywalker.
Then what has he been doing?
He has tortured a Rebel, questioned a girl.
Girl? What girl!?!
A Force user, a Jedi I believe.
A misplaced silence lingered on the Force telelink.
You speak of the Force traveler. Bring her to me, but not before you oversee Skywalker's capture.
And the Rebels?
I trust Vader will deal with them appropriately.
How about Skywalker?
Allow my apprentice to deal with him, but make sure Skywalker and the girl are brought to Coruscant, prefeably with only your surveillance.
I will not fail you, Master.
Take care that you don't.
The link was cut, and Mara snapped herself to attention.
"Pity I don't get to kill you."