A/N: Hello and welcome to my latest fic. It shall be a very interesting one, I promise. I want to make a few things clear right away, Vader is suitless because he killed Obi-wan on Mustafar, also he has never met Padmé, and Qui-gon was his master but all of this will be explained in chapter 2, this stuff you may need to know now, so enjoy chapter 1! Also, there is one italic paragraph or two, that is a flashback, just so you know, and I hate writing flashback above them. And also I still am not sure what the other part of the genre is, it will be action adventure because most of my fics are and Vader and Padmé will defiantly fall in love but I'm not sure if you could really call it a romance, we'll see. Rating will not change, genre might.
Chapter 1: Welcome Mon Mothma
Darth Vader, Lord of the Sith, commander of the Imperial fleet stood aboard the bridge of his capital ship, the Executor. In front of him, the triangular view ports that stared into open space. Vader gazed out into it, over the vast ship before him which looked now like a floating city littered with turbo lasers and ion cannons. Directly ahead was what appeared to be a green orb suspended in the blackness of space. This orb was the fourth moon of the gas planet Yavin. This was the location of a base, a rebel base, and rebels of the Empire. Three transports had shot away from it mere hours ago though, but they left behind and crucial member of their alliance, Mon Mothma, she was the reason his ship still lingered along with his fleet. She had to be captured. He sensed through the Force all of the storm troopers scanning the forests for her, and the great Massassi temples built by a race long since disappeared. A race enslaved by Exar Kun some four thousand years ago.
However history was unimportant now, what was important was the small white plasteel object headed toward his ship's hanger bays. He could not quite make out what kind of ship it was, but he didn't have to, he had to Force. It was an incoming Lambda class shuttle, however modified to a small holding cell ship. He sensed who was aboard it as well even before Admiral Piett approached him from behind to inform him.
"Lord Vader." He said bowing slightly. Vader did not turn around to acknowledge him but did answer, no need to be rude.
"Yes Admiral Piett?"
"I have been informed that we have Mon Mothma in out custody now." Piett said. Several crew members gasped, Vader's eyes turned a sickly red brimmed yellow orange and he turned to face Piett.
"Have her brought to the detention area Piett. I will go and interrogate her." Vader said coolly while blowing a strand of sandy blonde hair away from his eyes so Piett could see them full force. He did not cringe or wince as other crew members would. Vader respected him for it. "Alert them now that I will be coming to visit her."
"As you wish milord."
With a sweep of his black Sith robe and a few strides of his legs he was off the bridge and headed for a turbo lift to take him to the floor of the detention center. Thankfully it wasn't so far away; sometimes it was possible for him to walk miles on this ship. As he entered the turbo lift he felt the ship lurch into hyperspace, set for some blank vector in space where they could wait for further orders.
XxX
Mon Mothma's cell
A young retired senator of the Old Republic, and now leader of the Rebel Alliance against the new Empire sat, humiliated and dressed in rags on a cold hard bench in a cell aboard the Executor. The cell was small, and dirty unlike the completely sterile walls of the ship outside, you could feel and hear the dull hum of the engines, the gravity wasn't so good here either so when the ship lurched into hyperspace Mon Mothma could barely keep her uncomfortable seat.
Her stomach hurt, not just from the spoiled water she was given after being caught, but from landing on it.
She ran through the halls of a deserted Massassi temple on the moon Yavin IV hearing the dull clunk-clunk-clunks of storm trooper boots behind her. She was going to be captured, she knew it. The rebels had left without her, thinking she was on the third transport, but the transports were not enough, at least one hundred unarmed rebel scientists or solders had been left behind as well, they had fled and two that were armed had tried to help her but they were gunned down when they sprinted through the dense forests. Ahead of her loomed a giant door, it opened automatically and she ducked in.
She had come in a huge audience chamber, no way out. Frantically she looked around for a locking mechanism, there was none; this was after all an ancient temple. Then with out warning a blue stun ray hit her square in the chest and troopers rushed to cuff her.
After that they had brought her to this detention area stripped her, dressed her in rags and tossed her into this dirty cell, literally. All she could do now was wait either until someone came in to deliver a meal, or until she would be tortured. As if on cue the door flew upwards and opened and none other than Lord Vader strode in. His hair was longer than the last time she had seen him on the HoloNet but he was still the same blue eyed dark robed evil Sith.
"Welcome, Lady Mothma," He began in a smooth oily voice. "To the Executor, it's a new ship given to me by the Emperor. Do you like it."
"Oh yes I love your stupid ship."
Vader stepped in and the door closed behind him. His eyes flashed a red brimmed yellow and Mon Mothma shuddered.
"Well we have to get down to business I suppose. Now tell me, where is the rebel base?"
Mon Mothma made a gurgling noise in her mouth and spit a glob of saliva on Vader's boot. "That's my answer." She said coolly.
"Well it's the wrong one." Vader hissed his eyes now a red brimmed yellow orange. He raised an armorweave gloved hand and smacked her in the face, hard, but she leaned away from the blow so it didn't hit her as hard as he intended and she sat straight up, not a hint of pain on her face.
"I will ask you once more Mothma. Where is the rebel base?"
"I cannot, and will not tell you."
"Why?"
"Number one, you are a vile monstrous man, and number two you would attack them again."
"All you say is true, Lady Mothma, yes I would attack them, and kill them, but you should tell me right now for one reason. I will torture you until you do."
"And how will you torture me? Mind probing droids do not scare me Lord Vader."
"Who said I would use one? No, no, we have better devices, there is a nice bed we can strap you to that leans down aboard a device that can shock you, cramp all of your muscles and a number of other things."
"I still will not tell."
"Very well," Vader began but could not finish for his comm chimed. Vader yanked it out of his trouser pocket and looked at the screen. Darth Sidious was calling him. He could not talk though with Mon Mothma present.
"Sadly, Mothma, we will have to continue our meeting later."
He said no more, turned and with a trick of the force the door shot open, he stepped out of the rank cell and pushed the except button on his whining com-link and a blue holographic image of the Emperor sprang up just as the cell door banged shut.
"Yes milord?" Vader asked bowing his head.
"Is it true my apprentice that you have captured Lady Mothma of the Rebel scum?"
"It is milord."
"Good, good. Lord Vader, I am hosting a party soon, I should very much like to show Mothma off as a trophy there and I would be honored if you should attend."
"If that is what you wish, my master. I will head to Imperial City immediately."
"Yes, do that. And Lord Vader, how many other rebels were captured?"
"Four, three scientists and a captain, they are currently being interrogated on the location of the next rebel base and about any technology they might have."
"Very well, goodbye Lord Vader, I hope to see you soon at my party."
"Yes my master."
Sidious's image flickered away and Vader inserted the comm in his pocket and headed toward the bridge to have Piett set a course for Coruscant.
