Chapter II: "Old Friends Long Gone"

QUEEN ANGELLA'S JOURNAL

33rd DAY IN THE THIRD YEAR OF THE HORDE'S OCCUPATION OF ETHERIA

Today Adora left to see her family, as far as I knew it was an ordinary trip, until about three hours after she left.

Seahawk came in to the throne room then and asked if I heard anything from Adora.

"I'm sorry Seahawk, I've heard nothing" I informed him, I asked him why he was so concerned for Adora's safety. He knew that she was an expert pilot and could take care of herself.

"A massive cosmic storm has formed near the planet and I'm worried she might be caught in it," he explained to me worriedly.

I could understand why he was so worried, I myself was caught in a storm when I was younger, and was pulled through a vortex and wound up lost in an unknown star system until I found a portal that lead back home. I could only imagine what could happen to Adora.

"Don't worry Seahawk, I'll see if I can't make contact with her" I said as I got up and went to the Communications Room to see if I could find out if she is okay.

I adjusted the controls to pick up Adora's radio frequency, "Etherian Morning Star this is Castle Brightmoon do you copy" I spoke through the microphone, nothing came through. I thought nothing of it and tried to contact her again, again nothing.

I feared the worse, but I was not going to give up, I would find Adora wherever she is.

PRINCESS ADORA'S DIARY

33rd DAY IN THE THIRD YEAR OF THE HORDE'S OCCUPATION OF ETHERIA

I must have been out for hours, for when I came to I found myself tied to a chair in a dark room.

The room was too dark for me discern anything it, all I could find out was that floor was metal due to the sound my shoe makes when I tap it.

I tried to break free but the rope was too strong and the attempt was hurting my hands.

I began to think of Seahawk and if I'll ever see him again or any of my friends and family. I miss them already and wish I could see them one last time, oh Kalion, please allow me to see those who are dear to me one last time.

I sat in the dark for hours until I heard the door opened, the light hurt my eyes to the point of giving me a migraine and to make matters worse whoever opened the door turned on the lights making my migraine worse.

Once the pain had subsided and my eyes grew accustomed to the light, I saw a tall man with brown hair and brown eyes. He wore a greenish-gray military outfit with a small cap of the same color.

"I am Lieutenant Firmus Piett of the Imperial Navy," he introduced himself; he spoke with the accent that sounded like that of person living in the rural areas of Etheria. "My superior, Lord Darth Vader, has been ordered to interrogate you, however Lord Vader can be a little intimidating and in the interest of getting the desired information, I have decided to interrogate you before he arrives" he announced as took out what appeared to be a small computer.

He asked the standard questions name, birthdate, planet of origin, but after he got all the basic information he went to a question that terrified me.

"Our scanners detected that you were carrying a massive power source onboard, your highness. Tell me, what is that power source and why were you carrying it?" he asked me frankly as he prepared to write down the information.

I knew what he was talking about, the sword, I did not know what to do, if I told him I would be endangering my secret but if I don't tell they might coerce it from me, I shudder to think what kind of torture a civilization like this has at its disposal.

I was about to tell a cover story to protect to my secret, when the door of the room slammed open.

"Lt. Piett, what are you doing here?" a deep booming voice demanded to know.

"L...L…Lord V…Vader, I was just interrogating the prisoner to see if she would be more open if some…" the officer stammered, I could sense great fear in his voice as if a sword was hanging above his head, whoever this 'Lord Vader' was he instilled the Lieutenant with sheer horror.

"Leave Lieutenant, you will be spared for now," Vader said dismissively as he walked into the room.

"Thank you my lord," Piett said with a sigh of relief as he walked out of the room.

Once the officer was gone, Lord Vader took his place.

Vader was intimating figure he was very tall dressed all in black, strange computers and devices adorned his black armor. His face was obscured by a horrific black mask. The armor must be some sort of breathing apparatus due to his harsh mechanical breathing that echoed throughout the room. This Vader made Hordak seem timid in comparison.

"Greetings, young one, we need to discuss something" he said in his deep voice, which was obviously was enhanced by the mask he wore.

He studied me for a second and was about to say something when he spotted the charm Kowl gave me around my neck.

"Where did you get that charm?" he asked me without the slight change in his tone.

"A friend gave that to me" I informed him as politely as I could.

He seemed upset about seeing the charm and I was afraid that he would kill me; I wish I had my sword there so I could deal with this threat but they have it and I know it would be foolish to try to get it back now.

Vader stood there for about a moment and then left without saying a word, my fate I am afraid, is sealed.

THE LOG OF DARTH VADER, DARK LORD OF THE SITH

20 YEARS AFTER THE END OF THE CLONE WARS

Today, our forces captured a young woman whose ship crashed near the Imperial Palace, there were no known markings on this ship but she carries with her an immense power source and something else that I haven't seen in a long time.

While I was interrogating her, I noticed that she wore a Japor Snippet around her neck, at first I thought that she was a grave robber and stole it from wherever Padmé's was buried but I wasn't sure and decided to meditate on this matter and ended the interrogation.

My beautiful Padmé, how I miss her, she was truly an Angel the most gorgeous creature in the galaxy, I worshipped the ground she walked on, but she betrayed me like the Jedi betrayed me, all because of Obi-Wan, I hope he's dead and rotting in the ground somewhere, he deserves that, after what he did, forcing me to kill Padmé. Poor Padmé!

Yes, he deserves to burn in torment like how he left me to burn on Mustafar! I hope you are dead Kenobi because if you are not I will kill you if we ever meet again. He was never my friend for there was only person, who is my friend, Palpatine.

He is the only one who understands me and helps me; he helped be rid of that weak fool Anakin Skywalker! He died along with Padmé for I now know that she means nothing to me just as all my memories mean nothing for I am not Anakin Skywalker, I am Darth Vader and I would take this prisoner to my master, he will get to the bottom of this.

BAIL ORGANA'S JOURNAL

20 YEARS AFTER THE START OF THE CLONE WARS

Today, spy reports from Coruscant reported that an unknown craft crashed near the Imperial Palace. The ship was neither Rebel nor Imperial, Imperial scanners detected a great power source onboard and Stormtroopers kidnapped its passenger.

I knew if the Emperor learned how to use that power source he would become even more powerful than what he already is, I had to rescue that passenger.

This mission would not easy, sneaking troops into Coruscant will not be easy and many will lose their lives, which is something I deeply regret but many more people will lose their lives if Palpatine learns the secret of that power source.

"Captain Antilles," I called through the loud speaker, within a minute the officer came in to the room.

"Yes sir," he said as he saluted me, he was my most loyal soldier and trusted friend and I knew he would not fail me on the mission.

"Send a rescue team to Coruscant, the Empire is holding a survivor of a crash there, this is what she looks like," I said as produced a holo image of the girl.

"Right away sir," he said as he left to prepare the rescue team.

I hope this works and we are able rescue the girl and I hope she is strong enough to resist the interrogation. May the Force be with us in these trying times.