If circumstances had been normal, which they hardly ever are when you're
the emperor of the known galaxy's personal assassin, Mara would have commed
for a medic, scheduled the hysterical girl an appointment with an imperial
psychoanalyst, and taken the time to speculate just where the 'Aunt Mara'
came from. But as it were, she was on a top-secret mission, and as common
as it had become for Mara Jade to be on a top-secret mission, an
unrelenting degree of discretion was always to be exercised.
So no medic was called to examine Jaina Solo, and no psychoanalyst, imperial or privately employed, came to study the psyche of a suspected pre- Clone Wars Jedi. And a certain Dark
Lord was most certainly not alerted of the incident, though two stormtroopers, donning no
uniforms so as to not attract attention, were ordered to carry the unconcious body of a
14-year old girl to an unidentified transport. Mara Jade, the emperor of the known galaxy's
personal assassin, decided she would not be dragging anymore bodies today. So this is why two stormtroopers are lying by the spacecraft landing entrance with lethal
serum coursing through their veins, Jade and The Girl are nowhere to be found, and Lord
Vader is muttering Huttese curses under his breath. A quick scan of the living Force and the Bespin horizon stained red on the broad shoulders of the the toxic gas stratosphere; they're off-planet. Perhaps a garrison will be placed after all. Alone of the rooftop landing, the Dark Lord brings a commlink to his vocader.
"Srgt. Turnik. I want a garrison on the planet to take effect immediately. An unauthorized
spacecraft has just left planet. A similar incident cannot be afforded... no, a search will not be made, but I want the Princess prepared for an interrogation... no, I do not care what room you use, and don't interrupt me again." The sun had fully set by now, and it was a sky twinged blue and moonlight that Lord Darth Vader turned his back to.
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Leia's brown eyes, dispelled by sorrow but nevertheless alert, could only find more and more security personnel and no chance for escape as she was led to Force-knows where. At
least she had had the opportunity to change into her jumpsuit earlier, though it was beginning to seem like an effort made in vain. If only she wasn't alone, save, of course, for her three-man escort. The white overga- skin utility belt wrapped around her waist was bare of any weapons, and the handcuffs binding her soft hands were worthy of the notorious political prisoner they held captive. But not all hope was gone. A fully-functional viroblade was tucked in Leia's left boot, and all she needed was a little distraction, some quick fingers, and she'd be as free as a wedding dove. Leia's wrists and fingers flexed inside the cold metal handcuffs at the very thought. I'm out of practice, but since when has that stopped me? But how much easier would it have been if Han had been here? Inside her vest the rebel princess felt her lungs expand at a sharp intake of breath. It feels like a part of me is broken. A deep breath. Hush. Enough of being sentimental. I have an escape (and rescue) to make. If I'm going to get anything done, I'll just have to learn to live without my right arm and hand for awhile. The three-man escort came to a halt, and the gaurd in front of her pivoted to display a base black front and a bland expession of either sheer boredom or put-on arrogance. "Get in and don't do anything funny." You meet one imperial, you've met them all. "I wouldn't dream of it." A slight nudge, and Leia was alone.
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A slight shake of the ship, and Jaina woke up to find herself alone. Her head was resting on a cushioned, if somewhat stiff, surface, and New Republic-leased combat boots felt akward on her feet upon the bed. Bed. This was a bed right? A slow but careful study confirmed her consensus. As Jaina let out a yawn a distinctive feeling of resistance tugged at her side. Three black binds were holding her at someone's mercy. Hhhmmm, I should really look around the room and study it. Yawn. I should really find some clues and a way to escape... Yawn. Her eyes were a bit wet when Jaina shut them. I should really get more sleep. I'm lucky if I get half of what the Galactic Institute of Health recommends for... Whoosh. "Rise and shine, sweetheart." Mara couldn't resist smiling devilishly as she sauntered to where her captive lay. Who sai you had to act professional to do your job well? Anyone who said otherwise obviously wasn't the Emperor's Hand. And that was, of course, impossible. Mara was the only one honored with that position. Despite her drowsy state, Jaina had no trouble focusing her attention on the woman before her. Jaina suddenly noticed that the room was gray and small. It's walls were unusally bare of even the most mundane technical necessities, and an intolerably bright light shining from above was making keeping her eyes on the redhead all the easier. "Who are you?" The musky, floral smell of shampoo filled Jaina's nostrils as Mara leaned down to inspect the binds. "None of your business," the woman replied. The shampoo smell went away, then returned full-force as a light wooden chair was planted on the floor. "Then I guess I don't have anymore questions for you." "Believe it or not, I don't have any questions for you either," a flimsy metal drawer slams violently. "so if I were you I'd shut that lip and show some court-e-syyyy..." Of Force what is that!?! "...as I perform some tests on you." How am I supposed to 'not' ask? "What kind of tests?" Jaina could have sworn the binds had gotten just a little tighter as she forced her eyes shut. As fast as it was shoved in, a cotton swab-stick is yanked from Jaina's mouth and dipped carefully in a canister on a shelf in a corner of the room she had not cared to look at earlier. The woman wearing a simple but well-cut jumpsuit, her sleeveless pale muscular arms working at Force-knows what. An akward silence fills the room as Jaina struggles to keep her brown bangs out of her eyes and at the same time do something somewhat productive. I wonder if I should talk to her. I hate this, why the hell is she doing this to me, what is her problem, why is this happening to me? Nothing is making any sense. "You know, lady, it'd be really nice if I knew just a little of what was going on here." Okay, Mara coaxed herself. Just one more little thing, "enter",... hhhmmm. Normal. The Emperor wanted leads, smart one. What a jolly good waste of time. Hhhmmm. I said 'jolly.' The xienist kit clips shut between Mara's hands. Okay, Jaina, she ignored you earlier, but that doesn't mean you stop trying, right? You need to reach out to her. You've got to establish a link, escape... "So, uh, did I pass my test?" Mara was suddenly growing very tired of this teenage prisoner. "Human, free of disease, 'O' blood type. I hope you're happy," the captor muttered. Jaina winced in her binds as the chair was shoved unceromoniously into the corner. Link, link, establish link! "Um, what can I call you?" "You can call me," irritably Mara summoned the Force and brought the cold metal xienist kit into her right hand, "...anything but 'Aunt'"
So no medic was called to examine Jaina Solo, and no psychoanalyst, imperial or privately employed, came to study the psyche of a suspected pre- Clone Wars Jedi. And a certain Dark
Lord was most certainly not alerted of the incident, though two stormtroopers, donning no
uniforms so as to not attract attention, were ordered to carry the unconcious body of a
14-year old girl to an unidentified transport. Mara Jade, the emperor of the known galaxy's
personal assassin, decided she would not be dragging anymore bodies today. So this is why two stormtroopers are lying by the spacecraft landing entrance with lethal
serum coursing through their veins, Jade and The Girl are nowhere to be found, and Lord
Vader is muttering Huttese curses under his breath. A quick scan of the living Force and the Bespin horizon stained red on the broad shoulders of the the toxic gas stratosphere; they're off-planet. Perhaps a garrison will be placed after all. Alone of the rooftop landing, the Dark Lord brings a commlink to his vocader.
"Srgt. Turnik. I want a garrison on the planet to take effect immediately. An unauthorized
spacecraft has just left planet. A similar incident cannot be afforded... no, a search will not be made, but I want the Princess prepared for an interrogation... no, I do not care what room you use, and don't interrupt me again." The sun had fully set by now, and it was a sky twinged blue and moonlight that Lord Darth Vader turned his back to.
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Leia's brown eyes, dispelled by sorrow but nevertheless alert, could only find more and more security personnel and no chance for escape as she was led to Force-knows where. At
least she had had the opportunity to change into her jumpsuit earlier, though it was beginning to seem like an effort made in vain. If only she wasn't alone, save, of course, for her three-man escort. The white overga- skin utility belt wrapped around her waist was bare of any weapons, and the handcuffs binding her soft hands were worthy of the notorious political prisoner they held captive. But not all hope was gone. A fully-functional viroblade was tucked in Leia's left boot, and all she needed was a little distraction, some quick fingers, and she'd be as free as a wedding dove. Leia's wrists and fingers flexed inside the cold metal handcuffs at the very thought. I'm out of practice, but since when has that stopped me? But how much easier would it have been if Han had been here? Inside her vest the rebel princess felt her lungs expand at a sharp intake of breath. It feels like a part of me is broken. A deep breath. Hush. Enough of being sentimental. I have an escape (and rescue) to make. If I'm going to get anything done, I'll just have to learn to live without my right arm and hand for awhile. The three-man escort came to a halt, and the gaurd in front of her pivoted to display a base black front and a bland expession of either sheer boredom or put-on arrogance. "Get in and don't do anything funny." You meet one imperial, you've met them all. "I wouldn't dream of it." A slight nudge, and Leia was alone.
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A slight shake of the ship, and Jaina woke up to find herself alone. Her head was resting on a cushioned, if somewhat stiff, surface, and New Republic-leased combat boots felt akward on her feet upon the bed. Bed. This was a bed right? A slow but careful study confirmed her consensus. As Jaina let out a yawn a distinctive feeling of resistance tugged at her side. Three black binds were holding her at someone's mercy. Hhhmmm, I should really look around the room and study it. Yawn. I should really find some clues and a way to escape... Yawn. Her eyes were a bit wet when Jaina shut them. I should really get more sleep. I'm lucky if I get half of what the Galactic Institute of Health recommends for... Whoosh. "Rise and shine, sweetheart." Mara couldn't resist smiling devilishly as she sauntered to where her captive lay. Who sai you had to act professional to do your job well? Anyone who said otherwise obviously wasn't the Emperor's Hand. And that was, of course, impossible. Mara was the only one honored with that position. Despite her drowsy state, Jaina had no trouble focusing her attention on the woman before her. Jaina suddenly noticed that the room was gray and small. It's walls were unusally bare of even the most mundane technical necessities, and an intolerably bright light shining from above was making keeping her eyes on the redhead all the easier. "Who are you?" The musky, floral smell of shampoo filled Jaina's nostrils as Mara leaned down to inspect the binds. "None of your business," the woman replied. The shampoo smell went away, then returned full-force as a light wooden chair was planted on the floor. "Then I guess I don't have anymore questions for you." "Believe it or not, I don't have any questions for you either," a flimsy metal drawer slams violently. "so if I were you I'd shut that lip and show some court-e-syyyy..." Of Force what is that!?! "...as I perform some tests on you." How am I supposed to 'not' ask? "What kind of tests?" Jaina could have sworn the binds had gotten just a little tighter as she forced her eyes shut. As fast as it was shoved in, a cotton swab-stick is yanked from Jaina's mouth and dipped carefully in a canister on a shelf in a corner of the room she had not cared to look at earlier. The woman wearing a simple but well-cut jumpsuit, her sleeveless pale muscular arms working at Force-knows what. An akward silence fills the room as Jaina struggles to keep her brown bangs out of her eyes and at the same time do something somewhat productive. I wonder if I should talk to her. I hate this, why the hell is she doing this to me, what is her problem, why is this happening to me? Nothing is making any sense. "You know, lady, it'd be really nice if I knew just a little of what was going on here." Okay, Mara coaxed herself. Just one more little thing, "enter",... hhhmmm. Normal. The Emperor wanted leads, smart one. What a jolly good waste of time. Hhhmmm. I said 'jolly.' The xienist kit clips shut between Mara's hands. Okay, Jaina, she ignored you earlier, but that doesn't mean you stop trying, right? You need to reach out to her. You've got to establish a link, escape... "So, uh, did I pass my test?" Mara was suddenly growing very tired of this teenage prisoner. "Human, free of disease, 'O' blood type. I hope you're happy," the captor muttered. Jaina winced in her binds as the chair was shoved unceromoniously into the corner. Link, link, establish link! "Um, what can I call you?" "You can call me," irritably Mara summoned the Force and brought the cold metal xienist kit into her right hand, "...anything but 'Aunt'"