One week later: 3:25 P.M. Verry Sloman Colony

Ambassador Danielle Bonard didn't even bother to struggle against her guards anymore. She'd been dragged around Sloman Colony like this for the entire week of its occupation; two stormtrooper guards, one on each side, firmly gripping her small arms, with her hands in stun cuffs. She didn't let them see the pain she was in though. Far from a "damsel in distress" was she, especially when it came to being a prisoner. Especially when it came to being a prisoner for the Empire. She hadn't ever been scared of them; or Vader or the Emperor—none of them. They were unethical cowards who killed for their own ambition, their own selfish reasons, be it for power, wealth, or both. And Danielle thought that anyone who would be afraid of such lowlife's should be ashamed of themselves. There was nothing to be afraid of.

Or so I tell myself...

Holding her head up, the guards lead her through the double doors to the operations center. This was where all the decisions regarding the safety and operations of the colony were determined; that is, before Vader had killed the crew and used it as his personnel command and observation deck. So when Danielle first laid eyes on the back of the "Dark Lord"'s helmet, she wasn't surprised to see him staring out the window, almost looking peaceful. The man—or whatever he was—who had slaughtered thousands in the past week just stood there, looking as dangerous as a gnat. It would have been hard to believe that he was who he was for anyone who had never encountered him before.

However, the rest of the room was completely empty besides him. No controllers, no officers, no other bodies at all.

Maybe they're getting ready to leave, Danielle thought. In which case...that would be bad thing for me. For us all.

The stormtroopers walked her over to him, Danielle still not putting up any fight whatsoever. She was always a diplomat in these situations; when aggression was called for was when she used it. They stopped her a few feet behind Vader, and then stepped back and remained motionless as he turned around to face Danielle, the light reflecting off his black eye covers.

"Yes?" Danielle snarled at him.

Vader just stared back at her, his breath as dark and mysterious as ever. "Don't be so feisty, Ambassador. Remember, I am in control of your life."

Danielle just stared defiantly into his face plate.

"Your resistance cells have put up a impressive fight against me, but we'll soon be rid of them," he said darkly. "We are done here. And they will all die now, as will you Ambassador."

Danielle felt her heart stop for a moment, and she swallowed, not breaking her stern expression though. "The Alliance will retaliate swiftly for this, you know." That sounded a lot like "my last words" would.

Vader remained in the same strong position. "The Alliance is weak, Ambassador. They will fail to stop me, or the Emperor when the Empire takes over this galaxy. The Alliance will die."

"No they won't. Not if you keep losing like you did at Dile II and Saqat," she said with a mock smile.

"The Knasians are not a threat to us, Ambassador. They are weak like you, and will fall. The battles at Saqat and Dile II will become insignificant once the Empire takes control of this galaxy."

"So you admit that you lost those battles, even though your fleet outnumbered the Alliance two-to-one in both?"

Vader remained unmoving, and didn't move.

Danielle smirked. "Your not as strong as you think, Lord Vader." She looked up at him some more as he stepped forward; closer to her. "You're the weak one in this fight. And the Alliance will use that against you until your Empire has been completely abolished. Which shouldn't take long with the way things are going for you right now; what with your losing and all."

"Princess Leia had the same attitude when she was on board the Death Star. I urged Tarkin to terminate her, but he was weak and hesitant."

Danielle snickered. He was lying; she'd seen Star Wars before. It had been Tarkin that wanted Leia dead, and it had been Vader that urged him to keep her alive, until she would revealed the location of the Rebel on Yavin Four, which she never did.

Vader reached for his belt, Danielle's eyes following his hand all the way to the hilt of his lightsaber. "This time, Ambassador, I won't let the weakness of others get in the way of my wishes." He unclipped the weapon from his belt and thumbed it to life. The magenta blade flew out of the one end, stopping an inch away from the bridge between Danielle's eyes.

The Ambassador felt the adrenaline flood into her system as she felt the hot presence of the blade soak into her skin. It burned. Her eyes snapped away from the blade and back up to Vader's neutral face plate.

The Dark Lord raised his free hand, fingers flexing, like grabbing hold of an imaginary object. All at once, Danielle's body froze where it was. As hard as she tried—and she tried hard—she couldn't move. Vader had her by her heart, using the Force to keep her still as he lowered his blade to the center of her chest. And then thrust it forward.

Danielle didn't know how to think anymore. The pain was overbearing as the blade sheared her heart and flesh into cinders, and broke through her spinal column and out of her back. She opened her mouth in an attempt to scream, but nothing came out except for a yelp of pain and suffering. Closing her tearful eyes, she gritted her teeth as Vader slowly removed the blade from her body. As he wretched the blade free, Danielle's body yearned to surge in reaction, but became more aggravated and hurtful as Vader kept her still.

Manipulating her again, Vader lowered her, then forcibly bent her knees—another painful shock to her body—so that she rested on them. He then pulled his lightsaber back into a cutting position behind his back.

Although blackness was already starting to cover her dying eyes, Danielle was still alive to see Vader made the cut.

Kenny! she thought as the blade swung around and sliced into the side of her neck.

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Lord Vader released Ambassador Bonard from his Force grip, and her head rolled away from her body. He calmly thumbed off the lightsaber, and clipped it back on his belt. Without even a second thought, he turned on his heels and started for the center's exit, the two stormtroopers marching behind him. He walked to the docking bay, and then onto his personal shuttle. Five minutes later he was on board the Gatekeeper again. Once all personnel were cleared, the bombs his men had placed inside the Colony's core were detonated, destroying the Colony and its inhabitants, with the Gatekeeper and the Interdictor Cruiser Hammer blasting any large pieces of debris that remained.

And thus the Sloman Massacre was put into history.