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A/N Tinuviel Undomiel: Well I wrote this whole chapter, and have succesfully scared myself again by how dark this is. I never write like this, EVER, so it is kind of freaky, and scary.
A/N Nerwen Aldarion: Yeah the last paragraph of this chapter really really freaked me out, on a side note a good way to really get to know your characters is to act scenes out which is what we do sometimes, especially the duel grins now those are FUN to act out. One more thing, I write stories with my sister, she doesn't always write them alone, it kinda hurts every single time I write a fic with her and she gets all the credit. Just something that has always bothered me.
shanesnest: as we keep saying it is the darkest fic we have ever done, but it is fun to write
RowenaR: Our first reviewer! Yeah dark Jan is cool
Chapter 2: Stolen Plans
Over the planet Danuta, Jan entered her quarters on the Avenger with grace. The hour was late, and few were up, she had been busy. Darth Vader had mentioned that soon they would join Grand Moff Tarkin on the Death Star. The thought of that space station made Jan smile.
The Death Star was the Empire's greatest invention, with enough fire-power to destroy a whole planet. How terrifying it would be to see it; how thrilling.
Jan took a seat in front of her mirror. She unwound that thick braid that hung down her back, and let her hair fall out. She had never cared for her looks. Vanity was a foolish thing to spend useful thoughts on. But she did know that she was beautiful, and this she used. If a man was forced to face a beautiful woman in combat, he would hesitate. And that was when she would strike.
Her gaze fell to the pendant that lay near her breastbone. It was circular, and bore a family crest on it. The last gift from her parents. She could barely recall their faces. The only memory she had of them was of their deaths.
She had watched hopelessly as two agents of the Republic gunned them down. They had laughed at her, and knocked to the ground. One of them suggested killing her, but the leader said to let her go.
"She'll die anyways," He said before holstering his rifle, and saddling of.
She had cried in the alley for what seemed like hours, and had fallen asleep. Then Jan could remember waking up on the Star Destroyer. Darth Vader had found, and cared for her for all these years. He was her father, her master, her leader.
He had trained her in everything she knew, and had been her one friend since they day he found her. The bond they shared was paved with her complete loyalty to him. Nothing could break their bond. They were friends, companions. She trusted him with her life. And in return, he would help her avenge the murder of her parents.
With a smile, Jan took of her tunic, and changed into her night-shift. She tucked a blaster under her pillow for safety. Then finally went to sleep.
Alarms brought Jan out of her sleep. Within a blink, she pulled her blaster out from under her pillow; her eyes darted searching for what was amiss. Finding it to be nothing in her room, she quickly changed, but left her hair down. She put on her weapons, including her vibrosword.
Several of the officers were going over data-pads, and reports. Jan knew they were just trying to look busy, especially when Vader was around. Her master was standing there, speaking to Admiral Ozzel.
"My lord, we are trying to get the data as fast as we can, but it takes time."
"Do not try my patience, Admiral," Vader hissed, "I want to know what has gone missing."
"What happened?" Jan asked sternly coming up to her master's side.
"Someone has infiltrated the base below us," Admiral Ozzel replied.
"Was it the Rebellion?" Jan asked.
"We suspect…" Ozzel began to say.
"No, do not suspect, give us answers," Jan commanded, "Now was it the Rebellion?"
"Y…yes," Ozzel said slightly shocked and afraid of the fire burning in her voice.
"How did they get in?"
"We don't know?"
"What were they doing there?"
"We don't know," Ozzel repeated.
"Then I suggest you start finding out," Jan said bitterly.
"Yes, right away," Ozzel said before running over to an officer, "Find out what happened down there, immediately!"
Jan was seething at the Admiral. Couldn't he see that such things were vital?
"Admiral Ozzel will bring us the information," Vader said trying to soothe his apprentice.
"It is unacceptable," Jan said, "These things should have been ready."
"Yes, and you handled the situation well," Darth Vader agreed, "A leader must always be prepared for such emergencies, and their inferiors must have all the answers waiting for them. A leader must have to knowledge of everything to begin the next course of action."
"You are correct, my lord," Jan said, bowing her head in humble, "You are the greatest leader of all."
"You will be a strong ruler, Jan," Vader said lifting her chin, "I foresee this."
"My Lord…and Lady," Ozzel said running as fast as his expensive shoes could carry him, "I have what you asked."
"Excellent Admiral," Vader said, "Now tell us who broke into the base."
"It was a traitor, my lord, a Kyle Katarn."
"Traitor?" Jan repeated.
"Yes, my lady," Ozzel explained, "Katarn was a Stormtrooper, until he learned that his father's execution was not done by the Rebellion, as he was informed."
"I see," She said, "Do you have any specifics on him?"
"Yes," he said handing her a data-pad.
"Good" Jan said, taking it, "I want a full report on him, and anything you can find about his father."
"Yes of course, but why do you wish to know about his father?"
"That is his weakness," She replied simply.
Jan looked over his resume as a Stormtrooper. She supposed to the rest of the galaxy he would be what you called handsome. He had light brown hair, and a nice smile, but that was all she noted. She could see that his marks were excellent, and he had graduated at the top of his class. A shame that he had so foolishly left the Empire.
"What was he after?" Jan asked.
"Uh…" Ozzel stammered, "uh…m…my lord, the plans…to the Death Star…he took them."
Jan's blue eyes flashed almost black, and Vader seemed to quiver with anger, "He took the plans." Vader said in a cold voice.
"Uh…yes."
"How many men did he have with him?" Jan asked.
"Well, uh…none," Ozzel replied sheepishly.
"One man." Jan said, "One man entered that base and stole the plans!"
"Yes, my lady," the Admiral said, "I don't know how he did it, but he did."
Jan sighed and looked up to the ceiling, were those men down there as pathetic as they seemed? No wonder the Rebellion was such a threat.
"What did he do with those plans?" Vader asked.
"We may have a lead with that, my lord," Ozzel said, hoping to get back some if the good favor he had just lost, "A ship called the Tantive IV was docked while Katarn was at the base; it is possible that he beamed the plans to them."
"The Tantive IV" Jan repeated, "That ship belongs to Alderaan."
"We must hurry to them," Vader said, "We do not want our guests to be kept waiting."
The base was able to bring up the exact coordinates the Tantive IV was heading too. It took several hours to lock their signal, but the pursuit ended fast then they found them.
The Star Destroyer could have destroyed the small ship, but it merely damaged it, forcing the Tantive IV into a halt.
Jan waited as the Avenger swallowed up the ship, a black cloak covering her features. She noticed that painted on the side was a crest, different from her own, but very much recognizable.
"My lord," She said pointing to the symbol, "This ship belongs to the royal family."
"A good observation, my apprentice," Vader said, "Perhaps we shall converse with a member of the Royal Family."
Jan smiled, and followed Vader as he entered the ship.
The corridors were filled with smoke, with blaster holes riddled along the walls. Bodies lay draped on wither side, entangled together. At this, Jan quivered with the anticipation of the battle.
A groan came from her left, making her turn. She saw a soldier, clutching the stump of his leg. He looked up as her shadow fell on him.
"Please, have mercy, lady, help me!" He begged.
Jan unsheathed her sword, and raised it high. He screamed as she brought it down through his abdomen. Blood dripped from the blade, almost glowing against the crystals. She wiped the blade on his shirt, before calmly putting it back in her sheath.
Vader was farther down the corridor, another Rebel was hanging a foot off the floor, clutched in his grip.
"The Death Star Plans are not in the main computer," A Stormtrooper informed the Dark Lord.
"Where are the transmission you were sent? What have you done with those plans?" Vader asked the soldier. He squeezed the shoulders throat.
"We intercepted…no…transmission, "the soldier said in a chocked voice, "Ahh…this is…a…consular ship…on a….diplomatic mission."
"If this is a consular ship, where is the Ambassador?"
The soldier refused to speak, enraging Vader. Jan smiled as she heard the sharp snap of bone and the chocked cry of the soldier before his body went limp. Vader hurled the dead man against the wall as if he were a doll.
"Tear this ship apart until you've found those plans. And bring me the passengers, I want them alive!" Vader commanded.
The Stormtroopers scurried off to obey his orders. Jan calmly stood by her master's side.
After a number of minutes, a small squad returned, in front of them was girl about Jan's age. She recognized her right away.
Jan left Vader and walked over to the approaching princess, "Greetings, Your Highness," Jan said with a smug smile.
Princess Leia merely frowned at the girl. She had never seen her before, but as they approached Vader, the girl stood beside him, almost as if he were her master.
"Darth Vader, only you could be so bold," Leia said turning her full attention to the man in black armor, "The Imperial Senate will not sit for this, when they hear you attacked a diplomatic…"
"Don't play games with me, Your Highness; you weren't on some mercy mission this time," He said the word 'mercy' like it was poison, " Several transmissions were beamed to this ship by a Rebel Spy, I want to know what happened to the plans he sent you."
"I don't know what you are talking about," The princess said exasperated, "I am a member of the Imperial Senate on a diplomatic mission to Alderaan."
"You are a spy for the Rebel Alliance, and a traitor," Vader said, "Take her away!"
One of the commanders walked up to Vader and Jan as the Princess was escorted to the Avenger.
"Holding her is dangerous," He said, expressing his dislike in this plan, "If word of this gets out it could generate sympathy for the Rebellion in the Senate."
"I have traced the Rebel Spy to her," Vader explained, "Now she is my only link to finding their secret base."
Jan knew about the hidden base. The Rebellion had a command center somewhere, but no one knew where it was. If they could find it, and destroy it then the Rebellion would be annihilated.
"Lord Vader," A Second Class Officer said, "the battle station plans are not aboard this ship, and no transmissions were made. An escape pod was jettisoned during the fighting, but no life forms were aboard."
"She must have hidden the plans in the escape pod, "Vader said, "Send a detachment down to retrieve them. See to it personally, commander, there will be no one to stop us this time!"
"I'm curious as to why the escape pod wasn't destroyed," Jan stated.
"It was believed that the pod may have malfunctioned," The officer explained, "we did not wish to waste power on a pod that held no escaping prisoners."
"And yet this escape pod may have held something very valuable, and you let it go," Jan said showing the grave mistake he made, "See to it that in the future, that any escape pods, life forms or not, are destroyed."
"Uh, yes my lady,' the officer said before rushing off.
"He will obey your word, "Vader said, "You were forceful with him, this is excellent. You have proven yourself to be a dominating power."
Jan smiled at her master. Yes, she wanted to be powerful, like him. She wanted to destroy this Rebellion one stroke at a time. She wanted to crush their skulls, break their bodies, slit their throats and watch the rivers of blood as they pooled. She wanted to be known for her power. And she vowed that she will.
TBC
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