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Chapter 4

Vader watched her leave with unexpected contentment. But what about the Emperor? a little voice popped into his head. He realized that the Emperor might and most likely wish to kill Elena, since she was Force sensitive, and also his offspring. Vader decided that he would try to keep her existence unknown for as long as possible.

Elena raced back to her room, feeling excited, shocked, and very nervous. Will my father want to keep me? Will I be any trouble? What if I do something wrong, will he kill me if I do? Annoying questions and 'what ifs' kept darting around in her mind, but she tried to stay focused. She plopped down on her bed and opened up her X-men comic book, and continued to read about her favorite heroes. Very soon she fell fast asleep.

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She was rudely awakened at what seemed like minutes after by a slight shaking of her shoulders. "Wha- okay, I'm up, I'm up," she muttered, sitting up abruptly. She rubbed her eyes and saw Vader standing beside her bed. She sighed and slipped out of bed, grabbed her small suitcase, and trudged along behind him, still not fully awake.

About halfway to his vessel, Vader noticed that Elena was lagging behind. He slowed down and took her hand, basically dragging her along with him, but she still didn't go very fast. Vader glanced down at her, her eyes almost all the way closed, and suddenly picked her up and carried her down the hall, suitcase and everything. She fell promptly asleep again, lulled by the steady breathing of her father.

What both of them failed to realize was that a cloaked figure was following them quickly, and was keeping himself well hidden. He watched the ship as it speedily flew away into space before going back to his own ship and zooming off.

Elena woke up a few hours later, yawned, and stretched. She slowly opened her eyes and was instantly confused. What the... where in the heck am I?

She was in a small bedroom, with a cot, sink, and nightstand. She frowned in befuddlement, but slowly walked out of the room and entered a slightly larger room, where she saw a man dressed in an Imperial officer's outfit pressing some buttons on a panel. Elena cleared her throat, and the man whisked around and faced her. "Oh, you're up, milady," he said pleasantly.

She simply stared at him, bewildered. "Uh, yeah, I guess I am," she replied. Whoa, not used to being called 'milady'.

The man stood up and bowed. "I am Captain Piett, Miss," he continued. "Lord Vader is at this moment piloting the ship. The cockpit is that way," he pointed.

She glanced in the direction he was pointing, nodded, and suddenly smiled brightly. "Thanks! But you can call me Elena, I don't like all the formalities, Captain," she explained.

Piett was incredibly surprised. He had definitely not thought of Vader's daughter as a nice person at all. "To be frank, I don't think your father would be pleased if I did that," he responded.

She shrugged. "Well, if you get in trouble for calling me by my first name, I'll tell him that I wanted to be called that," she answered, grinning.

Piett smiled. "Very well, Elena," he said. "Are you hungry at all?"

"Yeah! I'm starving!" she exclaimed, sitting down. "Whaddaya got to eat?"

Piett walked over to the food compartment. "Well, emergency rations," he began. She made a face. "Um, some of Lord Vader's food, and... ah, here we are!" he said, "some cereal and milk."

"I'll take that," Elena replied, snatching a nearby bowl and spoon.

Piett poured some cereal and milk for her, and then sat down with a datapad, watching her devour the food.

Vader came in at that moment and stopped when he saw Elena up, and Piett giving her amused glances. "I can see that you're up, my daughter," he spoke up, striding forward.

Elena looked up quickly, and her face lit up. "Dad, hey there! I was just having some breakfast, and it's really good," she told him eagerly.

Vader glanced at Piett, who straightened up immediately. "Very well," Vader replied. "We shall be entering Coruscant in approximately twenty minutes."

"Ooh, can I see the cockpit, Dad?" Elena asked, pushing away her emptied bowl.

"I would prefer it if you called me 'father'," Vader said, and turned towards the cockpit.

She shrugged. "Sure thing," she replied, "dad," she muttered under her breath.

Piett snickered, failing at keeping a straight face. Vader turned to look at him, and then Elena, who plastered on an innocent smile. "Come," he ordered, and strode into the cockpit.

"Coming," she called, "dad," she continued, mumbling.

"I heard that!" Vader shouted.

Piett was almost in tears by this time he was laughing so hard.

Elena grinned cockily at him before darting off to the cockpit. She entered to find Vader once again piloting the vessel. "So, what's the ship called?" she asked. "Dad."

Vader looked at her. "I can still hear you, Elena," he replied, not sure whether to be annoyed or amused. He could faintly hear Piett's chuckling in the background.

"Aw man," Elena scowled, snapping her fingers.

Vader shook his head and sighed. "I can see that taking care of you will be no simple task," he stated.

"I guess not, Dad," Elena replied, smirking. She then plopped into the co-pilot's seat and eyed all the controls. "Is this an old model?" she questioned him.

Vader was surprised. "Fairly," he answered. "Why?"

"Well, this one doesn't have the red shield buttons and the weapons gauges in the front," she replied, "and the steering mechanics are on the opposite side."

Vader didn't know what to say. "Very good," he eventually complemented. "You will be a very good pilot."

"When can I fly by myself?" she questioned casually, cocking her head to one side.

"Right now," Vader replied, and stood up so that she could sit in the pilot's seat. Elena gaped at him. "Me? Right now?" she squawked, in total denial.

"Right now," Vader repeated, exasperated.

She got up, and the two of them switched seats. Elena gulped, nervously took the controls, and began to fly the ship. "Wow, this is cool!" she exclaimed, excited, going into a right turn.

"'Cool' is an unusual use of wording, young one," Vader put in, amused.

"I know, but it's cool, isn't it?" Elena smirked, looking at him cheekily.

He sighed again. "This is going to be a long trip," he said dryly.

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Obi-Wan flew back to his hut on Tatooine, exceedingly worried. "This wasn't supposed to happen," he muttered, "Now that he's got Elena, it will probably only be a matter of time before he finds the other two. Oh blast!"

He paced in the hut for a few hours, pondering what to do. "I can't let him keep her," he finally said to himself, "It's far too dangerous." After saying that, he entered his small ship and flew off for Coruscant.

Well, well, well, now what's going to happen? I'm not gonna tell you, if that's what you're thinking. I ONCE AGAIN DOTH COMMANDE YE TO-- nevermind.