The Disgraced Jedi By: The disgraced Angel Written: May 26 and 27, 2004
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Chapter Twelve: The Commissioning of the Vanquisher
A simple re-run of the recording showed Han and Leia all they needed to know about Luke's whearabouts; he was certainly no longer in Courascant.
Leia wanted at this moment to start biting her nails, an old childhood habit she had given up years ago. She was stressed to the ultimate max, with the Imperial threat, but now to top it off, she had a missing brother to worry about. Great, she thought, I'm done for. She was too tired to be angry, but not too tired to acknowledge her deep sadness. Why couldn't he just have listened to us, she thought bitterly, or at least left a message of where he was going. That would have helped us a lot, she fumed.
Almost as if reading her mind, Han said, "Maybe he left no note because he really didn't want us to know where he was going......" Han stared at the holo of Luke, who was then looking in the mirror saying Chip Donnel repeatedly. It made Han upset. Something about that name struck a bad cord in his memory. He wasn't sure if it was pre-rebel days or recently, but that person was trouble.
Leia, aghast, replied a bit snappily, "Oh and why wouldn't he want to be found, Han? What, did he want to secretly go back to that C.O.T.E place again?" She glared at the holo. Why does he have to do this to us every time, she thought, I must agree with Han at this point, JEDI are more trouble than they are worth.
Han shrugged. "Well, even if he did, I don't think he would be damning the New Republic too much...." He glanced uncertainly at Leia. "No offense, but I don't think the Empire could damage the New Republic anymore than it already has." Leia shook her head, and an eerie look came to her eyes. "Never say never about that Han." She said, staring at the semi-quiet night life outside her window. "It could always get worse." They both said. Han shut off the holo-projector and sighed. "Well, wherever that kid is, I hope he's alright......I can't keep saving his life, ya know. It's getting to be a full time job with Luke." Han half-joked.
"Let me guess, Jedi are more trouble than they are worth?" Leia said, playfully nudging her husband. "You read my mind. It's no wonder we got married, your worship. We think alike." He grinned, and she kissed him softly on the lips. She snuggled up close to him for a while, thinking about all the things that had happened recently. Thankful she at least still had Han to be there for her, she whispered, "I love you." He nodded, and repeated that cliché of his, "I know." And pulled her closer to him. "Wouldn't life be just perfect," She breathed, "If even through all this civil war, we still had the kids?" She said it casually, forgetting the unofficial taboo of the house: Never mention the kids.
Han squirmed, and memories so chilling and painful came to mind that he felt eternally frozen in his embrace with Leia. As hard as he had tried, no amount of happiness or love could tear his thoughts from his lost children for more than a second. Tears burned his eyes, but he let them fall to his shirt. The moment had been ruined, squezzed of warmth and comfort, just at the mere mentioning of the young children. Han pulled away from Leia, and went to go and make a strong drink.
"I know Han, it's painful, but if we try and forget their memories and their deaths, we'll only be killing ourselves! We haven't spoken of them in so long, their faces are-are fuzzy!" Leia screamed, tears and grief overcoming her. Sobbing she said, "Jania, Jacen, Ben, Anakin...their names, oh stars I miss them so bad!" To Leia, their names felt like salt in her mouth. Why them, why them, her mind screamed. She didn't care if she was losing control; She wasn't perfect!
"And you don't think I think of them every second of my life? What, you think I have forgotten them, their likes, dislikes, personalities!? Because if you do, Leia, let me remind you that from the second I lost the four of em' my life has been on horrible shit hole of grief!" Han screamed back. He felt like he was being stabbed. Why do we have to bring this up again! Doesn't she know how painful their names are to me, he thought. Shaking, he brought the whiskey bottle to his lips. Taking a long swig from it, he began calming down. Letting the warm fizzing overtake his raw sadness, he sank into a chair, and sobbed.
"I know that you think their deaths are all my fault," She whispered fiercely, "But I didn't have it in my power to stop that Probe droid from firing at them! Han, you listen to me!" She screamed, suddenly feeling as miserable as she ever had. "What happened, happened, and we can't change it! I know it hurts, but it is going to keep on hurting until the day we die!" She stumbled over to him, hands flying to the whiskey bottle. Taking it from him, she slammed it down on the metal table. Glaring at his stunned form, she shook her finger accusingly at him. "I won't let it be like this, Han. I simply won't. If you want to get drunk......you can just leave. I've had enough of this getting drunk with Luke every time you think of them! It won't solve anything! Face your feelings! Let's rejoice and cherish their memory, not damn it!" She yelled, fist pounding the table. He just stared at her dazedly, and then finally got up and faced her.
"Your preaching to the wrong choir, sister! Look, if I want to drink, I'll Damn well drink! At least I don't throw away all of their stuff.......and-and get rid of their clothes and old toys! It's you who is destroying their memory!" He sputtered. He turned away from the pained look on her face.
Leia was taken off guard. As painful as this fight felt, she had to agree with Han whole heartedly. She had done those things. Shame on me, she thought bitterly, for being such a fool. She nodded, and went to sit down next to Han. She had nothing to say, and didn't want to apologize just yet. How good it would to just forget, just for once, she thought sadly. Sighing, she looked up to stare at the chrono. It is very late...I have so many meetings tomorrow, she agonized. Sighing again, Slowly, her eyes fell down on the half full bottle of Whiskey sitting innocently at the end of the table. Glancing at the half drunk form of Han, she took one look at the bottle, and then leaped out of her seat. She didn't see Han's some what smug, grief stricken look, as she began to down the strong alcoholic liquid.
There the giant hunk of metal stood, a proud, deadly Imperial Star Destroyer. Luke and Adowen gazed at it in awe.
The ride to the Vanquisher had left Luke feeling slightly dazed. He still felt a little crazy doing what he was. The only relief that came to him, despite his nervousness, was that at least he wasn't likely to get caught. There was no way anyone would recognize him, especially after he changed all his settings on his Imperial DNA Data card. Anyone doing any kind of identity tests medically wise, would find his identity to be just as Luke claimed it was. And since everyone thought Luke Skywalker was dead, there was certainly no way Chip would be linked to Luke.
"This is her, Chip. The Vanquisher." Adowen said in an awed voice. As they disembarked the small cruiser Zek'elay's Avenger, and onto the main docking bay of the star destroyer. Shining new metal blanketed the walls and floors. The command station behind them gleamed, it's room empty. It was a ship that demanded respect, and gave the look of power. Luke could feel himself falling in love already with this battle ship.
They sure have improved these things in the last ten years, Luke thought. He and Adowen began walking towards a small door at the West end. His focus was jerked from his thoughts to the stormtroopers entered the docking bay through a door at the east, and began marching towards them. Luke grew visibly tense as he saw the white armored figures stop not three meters from them.
"Come Chip Donnel, we must meet the others at the bridge. There is much to be done on this ship." Adowen said. He took Luke's arm and led him past the stormtroopers, who then filed on after them. "What things, Adowen?" He asked, slightly nervous. He didn't want to give of an air of incompetence though, so he quickly rephrased his question. "I mean, if I am going to run this ship, I am going to need to know what needs to be done. My ship is going to be run strictly and efficiently, I will not expect anything less. Personally, I think it is time we got down to business." The Chiss smiled, and thought gladly, I am so happy you feel that way about running the ship. It is going to take a lot of work with what I hear is coming up....
The bridge was the same as all commanding bridges; a sort of catwalk that led above the stations, giving a commander an excellent and complete view of his crew. The bridge was surrounded by large observation screens, giving Luke a stunning view of the galaxy beyond.
There were many people at the bridge when Luke and Adowen reached the colossal room. Too many to count. As Luke and Adowen entered, the mob of stormtroopers, admirals, captains, and other personal hushed to a dull roar. A small podium had been set up in the middle of it all, and Luke grew increasingly more anxious as they approached everyone. Adowen was the first to step up to the podium. He motioned for Luke to go and have a seat off to the side near a door, while he addressed the crew.
"Attention, fellow crew!" He said, tapping on the metal sharply. It grew a little quieter as Adowen cleared his throat. "This is the commissioning for our ship, the Vanquisher. Right now I would like to ask that you all please recite the imperial pledge with me, as we honor our Emperor, and his mighty Empire!" The pledge was dutifully recited by all, including Luke. Grudgingly, Luke muttered the elaborate words he felt no connection to, and stood muttering It to an imperial flag bearing the Empire's crest. When it was over, he was seated.
As Luke curiously scanned the crowd, he reconized many of his former "friends" at the C.O.T.E base. Many seemed just as anxious as he was, but he could tell all were proud to be here. I must be the damnedest fool to travel the galaxy, Luke thought. What in the stars am I doing sitting here as Adowen announces my return, and calls me to the stage? Shaking his pounding head, Luke rose, and made his way to the podium. Adowen, standing near him muttered, "Make a speech Chip. Go on..."
Needing no further encouragement, Luke cleared his throat and began talking about his sudden return. Then he decided it was time to mush the speech up by exclaiming how much he worshiped the Empire. When he got to his acceptance speech, about how proud he was to Command the Vanquisher, he was having a rather difficult time hiding his disgust. He felt so dirty and vile at just pretending to salute the Empire, that a bad taste was even filling his mouth. And yet, he felt proud and a little excited, too. But, he thought, How can these people actually respect an Empire like this? If this new Emperor is anything like the old one, Luke thought grimly, I think everyone here must be deranged.
Trying as hard as he could to get back into the Imperial-loving Commander, he began saluting the Emperor, and wondered vaguly what was wrong with him. Go with the flow, Luke...Let the force guide you...Everything, even you being here is for a reason, the soothing voice of Obi-Wan said. Luke was thankful his speech was over, for he was so surprised, he nearly yelled "Ben!" to his whole crew.
Admiral Loujana showed Luke to his new quarters. The serous young Admiral opened the lock to the chambers, and handed Luke the security codes. He bowed and left, gone to attend his own duties.
Luke entered the lavish room, complete with anything one might desire. But after avidly searching his quarters, Luke found no trace of a very needed computer. Though he had just arrived, it was time for him to start getting some info. Luke sifted through the data cards until he found the comlink. Pressing the buttons, he contacted what he considered the only trustworthy friend he had aboard the ship.
"Adowen, it's Commander Donnel. I was wondering if you knew of a computer I could use." The imiage in the comlink nodded. "Commander, I will have one sent to you. I cannot believe we forgot such a thing. You will be needing it very shortly. I have heard that we will be contacted soon, to be taken to battle aginst the rebels." Luke was slightly taken off guard. "The rebels?" He chocked. Knowing he wasn't behaving in the proper Imperial Smug way, he masked his surprise with disdain, and said airily, "They are still on Courascant? We'll have them off soon enough, I think. I am as ready as anything to destroy that vermin....to take back what is the Empires." Adowen beamed at him. "You see why you became commander? You have that determination, sir, that will give us victory. When we all worked on base, you were all the first and the best to strike down the rebels. Our greatest member." Luke smiled at him, and nodded. "Thank you, Adowen. I am just glad to be back where I belong." The words sounded strange to his ears, but somehow Luke found comfort in them. It is easy to be an Imperial, he thought. I just hope I can get what I need done before this battle on Courascant, he thought worriedly. I can't fight my own friends..........can I? Luke's head was spinning...of course he couldn't kill Leia or Han! He loved them....didn't he? Clutching his head, he sat down on a chair with a soft thud, and tried to understand the signals his brain was transmitting.
Feeling a little confused, he thought, Am I starting to like this role as Commander a little too much? I'll admit I love the ship, and crew, and the excitement...................and the power........yes, but I am doing this to help The New Republic, he thought. But the mental reassurance sound false to him. Biting his lip, he quickly said goodbye to the puzzled Chiss, and set to go and meditate for a while.
Taking one look inside the kitchen, Han noticed instantly that the alcohol that had recently been lined up in a glass case, was missing. After a more thorough check, he found his exceptional Correllian Whiskey bottles lying near empty beside the china cabinet. "Did I drink all of those?" Han asked himself dazedly. He stumbled over to Luke's old meditation chair, and tried to think of what had happened last night. As he sat down, flickered memories showed Leia and Him yelling, and Leia stealing his half filled bottle of Correllian whiskey....Oh no, Han thought, as he jumped up in surprise. "Leia..." He groaned, "Where in the galaxy's name are you?"
Everything hurt, from her fingers to her toes, to her head.....oh my head, her mind screamed. Suddenly a not so funny memory resurfaced, despite her agonizing headache and wish to remain unconscious.
'What'd ya mean you've never been drunk, your worship?" A young charming Han Solo said to Leia. "Drinking is an appalling habit that I will never have." She snapped angrily. "And don't you call me 'your worship' anymore, Han, unless you want me to hurt you with one of your whiskey bottles." Han pretended to flinch, and said quietly, "Ohh...I'm sorry Princess. I didn't think it would bother such a over-worked prune." Han said slyly. Luke looked at Han and muttered mockingly, "You sure know how to charm a lady...she must love it when you get her all worked up like that..." Han smirked. Leia stood up instantly, in her most regal stance and declared the snickering Luke and the Laid back Han, "I will never get drunk a single time until the day I die. You mark my words boys....I will never be low enough to become an alcoholic like you Han. I have more important political activates to attend to than to waste my life away downing Correllian Whisky every hour. You should be ashamed of your self Han Solo! Becoming drunk is not an honorable thing that a member of the Rebel Alliance should do." She took a great breath, glared at him, and she turned on her angrily, leaving Luke and Han to laugh hysterically in one of Hoth's chilly lounge rooms. "Did you hear that Han? Honorable...respectable...!" Luke cried, bursting into a peal of laughter. "A member of the rebel alliance, huh? She just barely started acknowledging my existence...but I can't complain...it's an improvement for this swindling smuggler..."
The memory faded, as new feelings besides pain, confusion, and sickness arose in her. She felt supremely foolish, and very guilty. Here she was, sleeping on the refresher's cold tile floor, while New Rebublic leaders sat on edge discussing the Top Secret Rebel base....and what was Han doing? Trying in vain to sit up, she felt her stomach churn dangerously, and her head pound like a million hammers were beating it. "Han..." She called weakly, as she lied collapsed on her back. I have never been so ashamed of myself, she thought, How could a Princess Of the Royal house of Alderran behave in such a barbaric way....me, get drunk? If I don't kill myself first, I'll bet Han will....those were his most valuable bottles.... "Leia? Hold on....I'll be right there." Han yelled back. Leia strained her ears to listen for his footsteps....He was slowly walking carrying a bucket, a mop, a face towel, and a new change of clothes for her. Despite the fight they had, she had never felt more heart warmed at his sight. By the time she was laying peacefully in her bed, she was no longer as distressed as she had been. She truly felt like the Princess she was, thanks to her wonderful caring husband, the smuggler and rare softie, Han Solo.
Vader stood at the holo console, waiting more impatiently the he would have normally done for the transmission to go through. He had just finished contacting the Tyrant's Commander, a young and narrow minded man named Commander Narden Short. He proved most in-adept at plotting their course to the proper coordinates to Vader's Star Destroyer, which caused the dark Lord to become slightly irate, and appeared after a through mind scan by Vader, an uncanny younger form of the late Surgeon/doctor he seemed to remember disposing of on his old Star Destroyer, Executor.... Lord Vader just hoped this next Commander proved more competent than Short had. For if he didn't, he may suffer Lord Vader's renown wrath and anger....and the Empire had no time to arrange all these replacements.........................
"There is an urgent call waiting for you, Commander. It appears to hail from our Fleet Commander's ship." Control informed Luke, not an hour after Adowen had predicted it. "Thank you, Captain," Luke drawled, and ended the transmission. Striding over to his own Holo in his Command center, Luke glanced in a mirror to make sure his semi-permanent disguise was on, and then leaned over the control board, and pressed the receiving button nervously.
The screen began to clear as Vader muttered, "Finally." As the final static cleared away, the holo produced a average sized man standing proudly at his ship's console. Something strange seemed to fill the back of Vader's mind as he noted the man's stance, and the familiar way he regarded Vader. Making sure the character could not yet see him, Lord Vader pressed a button and he quickly magnetized the figue staring back at him. On a closer examination, he looked normal as a human could look....if he minused that empathetic look on the boy's face. What is wrong with me, Vader thought incredulously, there is nothing familiar about this boy.....But that would be lying to himself, for as Vader tried to think of what he was reminded of, his memories came to tabooed person. A young, idealistic Jedi named Luke Skywalker stood in a Imperial base on Endor, beckoning Vader to join him. It hit a pained part of his heart, perhaps the most pained one; He viewed it as the ultimate weakness in him, his unconditional love for that boy. How he loathed the fact that even dead, his son could want to make him cry, make him remember......almost make him wish to be free from his vile bonds. Pushing Luke far out of his mind, and regaining himself, Vader almost pressed the receiving button on his console. I shall never let Luke's memory do that to me again, he cursed. Staring determinedly at the Imperial Commander, a sudden force wave hit Vader with a full force, and a stunned Vader decided instantly that this was no ordinary boy........
The hair on Luke's neck was standing on end as he could barely feel the person on the other end of that line probe his mind. He wanted to panic, to end the transmission with this shady person, but knew it was impossible. I could just "accidentally" end it, he thought slyly, trying to regain himself once more. Taking a calming breath, he decided that the Commander of the Imperial Fleet must be force-sensitive......and that probably meant that he was speaking to the Emperor's apprentice himself.....
Shutting down his force related abilities, Luke looked up into the screen, and started feeling calmer and more in control. After a moment, it was very evident that the Apprentice could not sense him. Luke felt a wave of relief wash over him, and prepared for the person he was about to meet.
There was no possible way that Vader could ignore the strong, pulsating light that the Commander seemed to radiate. It was like being bathed in sunlight, it was so strong and comforting......it unnerved Vader. Trying harder to understand the man's mind, there was a climax of information and then he finally felt an ultimate disconnection as any sign of the force disappeared. Cursing mentally, he tried one last time to find it. After a minute or so, the console began blinking constantly, and after no force energy was detected, Vader sighed, and dismissed it as an effect of what he called Luke-Syndrome, or remembering the last and final light to leave his life. He reached forward, and cautiously received the transmission, now unnaturally curious about this man.
"Good evening, Commander. I bring urgent mews to you from my master, The Emperor," Vader rumbled. The man nodded, and said softly, "Good evening yourself, sir. I hope this news sends us to fight the rebels...." Luke said, distracted. The man facing Luke was a proud, powerful man, just by the look of him. He held in his penetrating blue eyes an unbearable pain, and among other things a powerful manipulative-ness, arrogance, pride, and confidence. He had a smooth face, except the two or three deep scars around his eye and neck. He had Blondish brown hair, with slight streaks of gray, and stood quite tall and in such a way that demanded respect. He tried to stare into the man's eyes again, and saw that when he thought of them, it pained him to see such malevolent eyes, and somehow, the whole simple talk was becoming too ironic to be described. How Luke wished, for once, that he could use the force, to explore the mans feelings at most, and to clear his headache at the least.
Vader was a little taken aback by the voice....it rang a bell. No, it rang a huge gong in his head. He didn't want to relate it to Luke's...he didn't want his emotions to get the better of him now. Why is this happening to me, Vader seethed. I have enough going on to not need to worry about any more force sensitive Jedi, he thought. Mentally shaking his head, he continued addressing the eager Commander.
"I am pleased that you are so eager to dispel the New Republic....I am Lord Callouseus, Dark Lord and apprentice to the Emperor." Vader said. Luke took this as a time to make a slight bow to show his respect. At that point in their short conversation, Luke was spell bound by this evil rouge. Something made him seem so serene and malicious, and yet somehow, he seemed almost Ben like.
"I am sending you some coordinates to meet my star destroyer at. You will be there promptly at 0600 in two standard days. I expect your troops to be ready, and your ship to be on full power." Vader watched as the Commander nodded again, and respectively smiled. "Will do Lord Callouseus. You can expect us to ready." Vader nodded himself, and gave the commander a once over. Now that his official business was over, he could address a few issues he was curious about.....
"What is your full name, Commander. I understand this is your first week on the job, so you are very new to me."
Luke swallowed. This should be an easy question, but something in Luke's head screamed that in would be his undoing. Despite that, he couldn't just blurt out, 'Luke Skywalkers...ya know, the guy that helped kill your last Emperor and destroyed the Empire?" So he replied, "Chip Donnel, from Courascant, sir."
"Welcome Commander Donnel. I hope you prove competent at your command of the Vanquisher. The Empire has a high demand for efficient leaders. And I can promise we will be needing them soon enough." Vader didn't know what to say. What was there to say? He could start by asking if this Chip Donnel was force sensitive.....no, to direct, he'd scare the boy away if he did that. Patience, Patience, my young apprentice, the voice of Obi-Wan said from long ago. Fine, he thought. I'll be patient. I will get my answers, though.
Feeling very shaky and invaded, Luke quietly shut of the holovid and made his way to his fired up computer. Once there, he downloaded the coordinates hurriedly, and sent them to bridge control. He knew he would need to do inspections and make a few announcements over the next two days.....it seems he wouldn't have time to get any info on these plans. Collapsing on his couch, he tried to mentally write a to do list. Pushing the eccentric Lord Callouseus from his thoughts, he sat up quickly. I could just slap myself in the face, he thought. Why hadn't he done this before.....Luke nearly ran to his computer, and tried in earnest to remember any contact info he had for Leia. Like a super computer, he mind sent hundreds of names, numbers, and passwords through his racing head. Finally, he came to remember a tap- in-code to the Spy network.
Singing his name on as "The mailman has delivered", Luke tapped into the Bothan spy Network's mail going into the imperial palace. More importantly, into one of Leia's own personal accounts. Safely assuming that his transmission would be masked, showing him as a Bothan contact, Luke began copying the sent coordinates and directions onto the file he was sending. He was uncertain on what to add, not wanting this to have any more of a direct trace on him, he simply typed: Miracles are never too late to help friends in need. Have faith in what believe in, and stand strong. Be as one, and you shall overcome the missiles that launch themselves at you. May the force be with you.
Feeling slightly foolish, he erased any and all transmission signals coming from the sending file. Finally sure he was untraceable, Luke hit the send button, and began to feel a little uneasy. For some reason, ironically, he felt he was betraying his government. Perhaps, Luke thought heavily, I am taking this Imperial stuff way too seriously. I need to be careful. And I need to stop using the force.....Lord Callouseus will know, and find me. And I can't let Leia and Han down anymore than I already have.
Feeling perturbed as ever, he crept into bed, mainly thinking about Lord Callouseus. There was something eerily and faintly familiar about him. He was a force-sensetive person, no doubt, with that kind of dark power. His eyes, his voice, everything accept his basic appearance was like second nature to Luke. Luke, you don't know the power of the dark side....I could train you....we could rule the galaxy together as father and son..... Maybe that was what was so familiar. Perhaps Luke missed being around another force sensitive, besides Leia, for so long, that even sharing knowledge with a Sith could be better than nothing. Luke had spent so much time abandoning the force, that it suddenly wanted to burst out and reveal itself to the entire galaxy. Worried, Luke meditated for a while. Perhaps this is a craving for power....or, a sly voice said in his head, Perhaps you actually want to be trained....to have another master. It is possible, that in some small way, that he reminds you of the one thing you crave above all.....your father....Guidance...... "No!" Luke suddenly screamed. His hand flew to his mouth. He was sweating and shaking his head. He couldn't want to turn to the dark side again. Thinking of his horrible past, remember all those lives he destroyed, felling all those wasted years pile onto him like a great burdening weight.
No. Laying back down, he started to reassure himself. This Lord Callouses didn't even really know he was force sensitive, let alone would want to train him. He was worrying over nothing, really. He would just stay here awhile, get some information, and then head back to regroup with his family. Then, they would all kick some Imperial Ass......smiling at the thought of him destroying Lord Callouses in a lightsaber fight, he began dreaming away about Leia blowing up the new death star, Chewie and Threepio painting each other pink at another Ewok celebration....Mara, Ben, and him smiling and having a real picnic...that was defiantly dream, he thought groggily, sadly....falling back to sleep, he saw a spectacular fight between Han and Leia, ending in tears, and Leia getting ungodly drunk....that too, Luke's conscious mind laughed, was defiantly a dream. Falling into full slumber, Luke shook away his worries and began having, for once, a very good dream about his father training Leia and Luke....
A/N: I made this chapter ungodly long, and I'm sorry if it droned on a bit...but I need some advice! Any helpful writing/story hints would be looked upon with great favor. And thanks to all he keep reading my chapters! I love you guys! And before you leave this page, PLEASE REVIEW!