The Courier Droid
By ImperialJedi
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars and I am not making any money from this story either.
Chapter Dedicated To: IntelEwok and Amylion. It makes me very happy that there are people enjoying this story. Thanx:) –IJedi
Mara Jade had just returned from a another successful mission for Emperor Palpatine. Tired, she grimly went through her wardrobe looking for appropriate attire for the meeting with Darth Vader. Choosing a plain green jumpsuit that matched her brilliant jade colored eyes she hurried and changed. She then pulled her red-gold hair up behind her into a simple ponytail and put a gun holster on her hip and a smaller holster on her forearm which concealed her small, but deadly blaster.
Deciding she was ready for anything she hurried down the nearly deserted halls past the Imperial Royal Guards posted at the throne room doors. Upon her entering the Emperor smiled at her from under his black hood. Mara walked up behind him and took her place, giving her most menacing look. She was the Emperor's Hand.
They waited in silence. Mara stretched out with all of her senses through the force to the coming visitor. No, visitors, there were two of them she concluded. One, the emanating Dark Lord of Sith, and the other, a pathetic officer who was showing a lot of fear as he began to recognize where they were headed.
Admiral Piett had never been to the throne room itself in the Imperial Palace, but as the drew closer he felt they were near. The amount of Royal Guards increased and Piett was feeling some fear. They arrived at a turbolift and entered. The Admiral was nervously looking around everywhere. The stories that passed in the mess halls said that the Emperor had an even worst temper than Lord Vader!
Piett swallowed and tried to calm down. It wasn't working. Lord Vader noticed and put a hand on his shoulder. Piett relaxed instantly and prepared himself mentally to face the leader of their Empire. He tugged on the edge of his uniform, straightening it. Something beeped from behind them. A courier droid. Piett nearly jumped in surprise, but didn't. He'd seen a lot of those lately, or maybe it was the same one.
Darth Vader looked down sternly at the little droid. No one saw his expression, so it didn't work. Reaching down he took the datacards and the datapad and put them in it. After scanning over it he saw it was just more information on the rebel movements. He handed it over to Piett who looked like he desperately needed a distraction. Piett tried to read it, but failed the first time. He tried again after he managed to focus.
He just finished reading the information when they arrived at the right level and the turbolift doors opened. Following Lord Vader they stepped into the throne room. Up some flight of stairs sat the Emperor himself hidden behind his huge hood. Underneath it there was glimpse of piercing yellow eyes. Standing behind him was a woman with a very unwelcome stare. The Admiral took a deep breath and gathered up his courage. They then went up the flight of stairs and at the top Darth Vader went to one knee. Piett copied this motion a little behind and to the right of his Lord.
The Emperor begin, "Lord Vader." acknowledging him he smiled evilly . He also noticed Admiral Piett who was afraid of Darth Vader, but doubly afraid of his Majesty. "Who is your friend?" Vader turned his head in Piett's direction. Once again the Admiral felt a tug in the back of his mind. He followed it.
"Admiral Piett, my Emperor," he answered as respectfully as he could. Why was he here, anyway? Friend, of Vader? When had this happened? The Emperor considered Piett's answer and thoughts carefully, but then waved his hand.
"You are dismissed." Piett bowed stiffly and did a sharp turn and left the room by the turbolift carefully guarded by the red robed royal guards.
As he quietly went down to the hangar bay level he looked down at his feet and noticed the mousebot resting there silently. It beeped at him as the door open and together they left for the shuttle which had brought them down. They didn't belong here, their home was on the Star Destroyer traveling through the different systems and attacking the rebels. That was what Admiral Piett thought.
AN: This has to be the most amateur chapter of the entire piece. I laughed throughout. It helps if you make up some reason for Palpy to be giving a force scan of Vader's fav Admiral or something. Maybe Palpy ordered Vader's most trusted to be judged. I thought about inserting more plot, but I felt the desire to keep it closer to the original stronger.