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Note: I know that most 'third sibling' or 'hidden character' stories are pretty stupid, but please give me a chance! I think that you'll like how this ends up. wink

Seventeen Years Later…

My name is Anne Skywalker. It's important that I begin to write down the events that are taking place, because I believe the dispute between the Empire and the Rebellion is about to explode. But if the Emperor knew that I wrote this…it could well mean my death.

Not like he's not already tried to kill me. I don't know why he hates me so much. I'm nobody. I've been with the Empire all of my life, I don't remember anything about my parents or my home, although I suppose I must have had them at one point.

I am Lord Vader's Hand. His only one, actually. The Emperor has several, and maybe it's because I'm the only one that he hates me. I don't know, and I don't care. My loyalties are to Lord Vader and I tell you this.

I will never bow to the Emperor.

A new day has begun. I dress simply, in a plain brown robe. I don't have a mirror, but I don't need one to know what I look like. My hair is mousy brown and I usually keep in wrapped in a braid around my head, and my eyes are blue. I'm plain enough that I don't think I'll attract any officer's attention, and I don't really want to.

I step out into the corridor of the Death Star. A platoon of Storm Troopers marches past me, and they nod their heads as I walk between them. I go to the Bridge of the Death Star, where I see the tall and forbidding figure of Darth Vader pacing back and forth. I take a deep breath. Just because I'm loyal to him doesn't mean I'm not afraid of him.

"My Lord." I acknowledged him as I got closer. I bowed.

The dark figure turned around, and touched my shoulder. "Anne, arise." Vader commanded, as he lifted my chin up. I fought back a series of shivers as he touched me. A horrible feeling like uncontrollable chills or shaking tortures me every time Vader is near me, but when he actually touches me, it's enough to make a normal human pass out.

I stand up slowly, and follow his gaze out into the stars. "Where are we?" I asked finally.

"Near the system of Tatooine." Vader rumbled. He pointed to a faint star. "There it is. We've closed off a nearby system, and a Rebel blockade runner passed through it deliberately, ignoring all warnings. And plans for this station have disappeared, after being beamed to that ship. We have an Imperial cruiser being prepared to go and meet them."

"Am I going?"
"No!" Vader said sharply, and he swung around to look at me sharply. I took an unconscious step back. His mechanical breathing seemed to get louder and faster, although I knew it wasn't possible. The sound etched deep into my bones.

I shook slightly, "I…I need to go."
I turned to go.

"No." Vader said yet again, and I paused. "I want to show you something."

He started to walk off the bridge, and I followed him. He led me to a small room on the ninth floor. It was completely bare, there wasn't anything in it at all.

I looked up at Vader nervously. "What is this?" I asked.

Vader ignored me, and he stepped into the room. "Here, Anna." He said after a minute. "Here is where you will learn to control your anger, to use it when you seek revenge, and to use it when you feel most alone."

He didn't wait for me to answer, but withdrew a pair of binders from his belt and sat them in the middle of the room. "Move them." He said.

I was confused, so I went up to the binders and reached down to move them.
"No." Vader growled. "Move them with your mind."
"What? I can't do that!" I said, shocked. "That's impossible!"
Vader hit me then, so hard that I went spiraling across the room. I bit back a sob as I felt the skin on my face bruising. "Use your anger!" Vader said gruffly. "Concentrate! Use your anger to move the binders!"

I felt it then, a small bubbling inside of me. I looked at the binders. I grabbed onto the white hot heat gathering strength inside me as I looked up at Vader and touched my bruised cheek. Hatred began to flame within me and my face scrunched up in concentration. I could feel the heat rising on my face. But the binders didn't move. I screamed.

"Use your anger!" Vader commanded. "Move the binders! Move them!"
"I'm…I'm trying!" I screamed. Hot energy was bubbling up through me, gathering strength as it did…I thought I was going to burst…
I screamed again, and white hot lightening burst from my fingertips, spiraling everywhere in the room. Vader lifted a hand and the lightening went careening away from him.

As soon as the smoke cleared, Vader stepped forward. "Impressive, Anne. Very impressive. I think we'll leave it at that for today."

And he turned around and left.

I stood there shaking. What the hell had just happened? I could still feel the tingle in my hands from the lightning. Where had that come from? What was that force inside me? I knew I wouldn't get any answers from Vader.

I shook my head. Get a hold of yourself, Anne.

I stepped out of the training room. Lord Vader was already gone. I turned around a corner, and heard two troopers talking. "What can Lord Vader be thinking, training her to be his apprentice?"
I gasped, and quickly clamped a hand on my mouth. I ducked behind the blast doors as two Storm Troopers stepped through.

"The Emperor will not forgive him for this." The first one continued.

"You know that he can't bear to see her suffer. She's his…"
"Shh!" The first one shushed him as he saw me. I managed to pretend like I'd been looking for a control panel to shut the door. "Aren't you supposed to be on the ship leaving to intercept the Rebels?" I asked my voice a little too shrilly.

"Yes, ma'am." The second trooper said.

"Then go!"

"Yes ma'am!" And they were gone.

My stomach now felt slightly sick. I leaned against the blast doors that had just closed. Maybe it had just been that lightning that was getting to me. I decided to go back to my rooms for the rest of the day; I didn't feel good at all.

But deep down, I knew that wasn't what was bothering me. I knew that something else was going on that no one was telling me, and it was making me sick with fear. Fear that my life was going to change, and in a worse way.

I stumbled almost blindly down the endless corridors, until I found myself buried under my thin blanket aboard a space station, controlled by one of the most feared men in the galaxy.

Later

"Anne! Where're you going?"
I stopped, and winced. Governor Tarkin walked up to me. He was second to Lord Vader, and second only to the Emperor when it came to people I feared. Tarkin was cold, calculating, and evil just radiated off of him. A feeling…I noticed suddenly, that I didn't always sense from Lord Vader.

"Back to my rooms." I managed to say. "I trust there's no rule against that?"
Tarkin's eyes narrowed. It was a dangerous game we played, a battle of wits that was forever ongoing. "No, but maybe you need an escort, to make sure you don't lose your way?" He smirked. I knew he didn't give two space Hutts about me getting lost.

"Oh, but I wouldn't want to bother anyone." I said sweetly. "I'll be fine."
I started to walk off, but Tarkin called. "There's a new prisoner coming in. She's a high ranking Senator."
I turned.

"Really?" I said, not really interested. "What's her name?"
"Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan."

Kinda weird…I know…It's going to get better!