I Am Me
By Serena Kenobi
Summary: This story is about Elena Skywalker, the daughter of Darth Vader, aka Anakin Skywalker. Instead of Padme having twins, she had triplets, Luke, Leia, and then Elena (pronounced Uh-Lei-nuh, like Elena in the Zorro movie.). Please read and review. My first Vader fic!
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars (RATS!), or the X-men, but I do own Elena. HAH! Star Wars belongs to Lucas and X-men to 20th Century Fox films and Marvel.
Prince Xizor rang the bell in annoyance while looking at a datapad. Lord Vader would be coming to visit him soon, wanting the information on the Rebel Alliance.
His thoughts were stopped when a girl ran into the room quickly and skidded to a stop in front of him.
"Sorry about that, Your Highness, I was held up," she panted, looking at him with bright blue eyes.
He slowly turned to her. "How many times have I told you to stop slacking off, Elena Skywalker!" he bellowed, and abruptly slapped her on the face.
She was sent sprawling onto the floor. "I wasn't slacking, I promise!" she protested, "It was your nephew, and he was–"
"Out now!" Xizor yelled, pointing to the door. "Before I am forced to throw you in prison again for your back talk! Go clean and polish my speeder, at once!"
Elena scowled and strode out of the room, angry and hurt. "I didn't do anything," she muttered. "Jerk." She entered the hangar bay and began to get out her supplies for the task ahead of her. "I'm almost fourteen now," she said to herself, "And as soon as I turn sixteen, I'm out of here." With that prospect in mind, she cheerfully began her work.
That afternoon she began working on the speeder, and was about halfway done, when Guri, the deadly but beautiful android, came up to her. "The Prince wishes for you to get cleaned up and go to your room. Some dignitaries will be arriving shortly from Ansion, and he does not want you to be seen," she stated coldly.
"But I'm not done with this yet," Elena protested, "Xizor will be even more angry if I'm not finished with this, and–"
"Do not argue with me, Miss Skywalker, it was not my decision," Guri replied, annoyed, "But I'd be happy to take you before the Prince so he can discuss it with you himself."
Elena glared in irritation. "Fine, whatever," she huffed, threw down her rag, and abruptly paced out of the room, muttering to herself.
That evening, as she was reading her favorite comic books about the legendary X-men, her buzzer rang. She groaned and snatched it. "Yeah?"
"Don't you talk to me that way, girl," Prince Xizor snapped, "I want you to get down here now, and no smart remarks, either!"
Elena rolled her eyes. "I thought you wanted me to stay away, Your Highness," she retorted.
"Now," Xizor hissed, fuming, and ended the link.
Elena groaned and fell back on her bed. "I wish Dad were alive," she muttered to herself. "He wouldn't let me be treated like this." But knowing that he was definitely not alive, she decided not to continue to feel sorry for herself, and lunged out of her bed, snatching the only good shirt and pants that she owned. She quickly put them on and ran a brush through her hair, but suddenly paused to look at herself in the mirror.
Elena was a regular sized girl, clear blue eyes, medium length strawberry blonde hair, and a bright smile. She was incredibly strong, especially because of all the hard and heavy work she had to do, but she was overworked, underfed, and exceedingly tired.
Who am I? she asked herself.
No answer coming to mind at the moment, she washed her face and slowly left the room, deep in thought.
Even with Xizor as a master, she was a sweet tempered, kind, and thoughtful girl. But she could have an extremely bad temper if she wanted to, and she wasn't afraid to stand up for herself. She could not remember how or when she came to live on Falleen, but she obviously knew that she was not born there. All she knew of her past was that her father was Anakin Skywalker, a trader, and her mother had once been a senator for the old Republic. Other than that, she knew nothing more.
Elena walked down to where Xizor was entertaining some Imperial officers and halted in the doorway, unsure of what to do next.
Xizor saw her and motioned irritably for her to come in. When she was standing next to him, he said in a low voice, "I want you to make sure that Guri is back within the hour, girl. There is an officer here who is not to the Emperor's liking. Guri will be a nice surprise for him."
"Why didn't you just tell me this over the comlink?" Elena whispered hoarsely, angry at being called down there just for that one task.
He glared at her. "You job is not to question, but to obey, slave," he retorted, enraged, "Now go!"
She stormed out of the room, fuming. Stupid Xizor... she glowered.
What?
Elena stood still, halting in mid-stride. Did she just hear a voice inside her head? No, it was just my imagination, she assessed.
Who are you, and how do you know telepathy? the voice demanded angrily.
Elena paled. Now she wasn't so sure. "How am I hearing someone inside my head? What is going on?" Timidly she questioned, Um, who are you?
There was a pause. I would like to know who YOU are first, the voice answered.
Uh... ok, I'm...umm... she wasn't sure if she should give out her real name. Elena, she finally answered. Who are you?
A Sith, the voice replied, cold and harsh.
Frightened, Elena didn't reply.
Where did you learn how to do this? the Sith snapped, sounding threatening.
Uh...I...um...I gotta go! she yelped, and burst down the corridor, scared half to death.
The Sith felt the connection being ended and grew more furious. Who was that, and where are they? he asked himself. He wondered if he should tell his master or not, for obviously there was another Force sensitive person out there, even if only a girl.
"What... just happened?" Elena asked to no one in particular, lying on her bed, frozen.
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Lord Darth Vader sighed mentally as his shuttle landed on the beautiful world of the Falleen. His mission from the Emperor was to go to Prince Xizor's palace and collect the new Rebel data from him. He extremely disliked Xizor, and wanted to get the mission over and done with as soon as possible.
But the link he had shared with the girl was unusual. Who was she? And why on earth could he suddenly hear her thoughts? Vader didn't know what to think, but he wanted to find her and figure it out.
When the shuttle finally settled down on the ground, he brushed his thoughts about the girl away, got up and strode quickly down the walkway, followed closely by Captain Piett, one of his captains on the Star Destroyer Executor. He rather liked Piett; he was hard working, to the point, and very efficient. Vader never once thought about choking him, as he had done before to so many of his other officers.
"Prince Xizor will be waiting for us in the grand hall," Piett spoke up, glancing at his data pad.
Vader nodded. "Very good," he replied. "I want to finish this as soon as possible."
The two of them entered the palace, where they were shown into the grand hall, and they saw the Prince immediately.
"Ahh, Lord Vader, how wonderful of you to join us," Xizor said smoothly.
"You may dispense of the pleasantries, Xizor," Vader snapped, "I do not have time to make small talk. I want that information you have, and I want it now!"
Xizor glared at him. "As soon as I get my one million credits the Emperor promised me," he retorted stubbornly.
Vader stared back. "Very well."
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