Chapter 4: Organa

It was as though the deep cosmos of space spat Vader's fleet out of deep hyperspace into sector ninety seven. Vader stood in his usual place on the bridge centering himself in the force for his task ahead, well more to say, taking control of it. When the stars stopped swirling he opened his eyes and stared out of the triangular view port. Directly ahead of the ship was nothing but the vast expanse of space, but to the near right was what appeared to be a green and blue moon sized object.

Naboo.

And they were well out of the range of any sensors it may have.

For who knows how many times Admiral Piett approached him from behind. He turned to face him.

"Very good Admiral Piett, following my instructions exactly. Keep it up and you may soon be Admiral of the entire Imperial fleet, not just mine."

"Thank you milord. As you can see we have arrived in sector ninety seven, captain Needa has sent our captured Nubian interstellar craft over to our hanger, you may leave immediately milord."

"Excellent Admiral Piett. Be on standby, once I find Organa you may start landing troops. There may be more rebels, though I doubt it and I don't think you'll encounter much resistance. Nubians are not known for weaponry, you would have thought they would have gotten smarter since the Trade Federation's blockade."

"Indeed Lord Vader."

"I take my leave now." Vader said bowing in respect, and with a few lengthy strides and a swish of his cloak he was off the bridge and headed for Naboo.

XxX

The annoying aspect about Nubian traffic that Vader noticed was that almost every single craft was glassy silver. Almost every single craft, quite irritating. Vader did not stay in the higher lanes of traffic however, he swooped down toward Theed, capitol of Naboo. Gradually the green ground became bigger and in a minute or so he could clearly make out a grand city surrounded by rivers and lush forest.

He came down further. The buildings were as beautiful as he remembered when he was here with master Qui-gon. Green roofs and sandy marble walls. Statues everywhere, all hand carved and elegant, nothing with an imperfection. He was so low over the city he could even see the red uniformed security patrolling the palace, which is where he headed.

The palace was an enormous building, made up of elegant courtyards and surrounding towers, spires, and turrets. Even the hanger bays ahead looked perfect. Just then his comm alert went off and a gruff Nubian voice filtered through the internal speakers.

"State your name and business sir before we can allow you to land." It said.

Vader smiled.

"My name is Anakin Jinn and I am a simple tourist."

"Very well, you are cleared for landing, you're almost late, the tour guide will be taking her group shortly, enjoy your stay on Naboo."

"I will, I will." Vader said. His eyes turned and horrendous orange yellow. The connection turned to static and shut off. Vader glided his craft into a smooth landing next to a small Alderaanian shuttle. Organa was here.

Silently he pressed down on a milky white button on the control panel and listened to the hum of hydraulics as the ramp lowered itself. He raised the hood on his cloak to cover his distinguishable face and debarked from the craft, doubting he would ever use it again. Just as the comm voice had told him he saw a group of people led by a uniformed woman begin a tour. Silently Vader crept up behind them. Taking a tour was as good a place to start as any.

The minute he and the group exited the hanger and came into a marble hall he sensed a potentially very powerful force sensitive being. This could be the apprentice he was looking for, somewhere in the palace, he would have to find the being later, for now he had to enjoy the tour.

XxX

It was only about five minutes before the tour guide stopped in front of two enormous polished wooden doors to the throne room.

"This is the throne room." The tour guide said in a sweet voice. "Queen Sola Amidala is currently meeting in there with an important delegate so please try to be quite. This room has been in the ownership of over two thousand kings or queens. I will explain more as we go, follow me."

Everyone except Vader did, for he had no interest in Nubian history, his only interest was the important delegate the queen was meeting with. Without even knocking he pushed open the doors stepped in, and with a twist of his wrist the doors slammed shut behind him. Two people stood by a marble desk at the far side of the room and both heads snapped in his direction.

One was queen Sola Amildala who had been in office for about twenty years since the constitution was changed and next to her a man with graying hair, Bail Organa.

"And just who are you?" The queen asked. "And what are you doing in my throne room?"

"I should be the one asking questions." Vader hissed. He inclined a finger toward Organa. "Like what is he doing here?"

"I am an Aldeeranian count having a private discussion with the queen." Organa stated. Vader lowered his hood.

"No, you are Bail Organa, leader of the Rebel Alliance and I am Darth Vader, here to arrest you."

The queens eyes widened in horror and she pressed a button on her desk. Quickly a hidden door behind them whooshed open.

"Run Bail!" She said. He nodded and took off through it, it slammed hard behind him. Vader extended his hand in fury and force pushed the queen into a pillar. He whipped out a com-link and punched in a frequency. A blue holographic image of Piett flickered to life.

"Piett get your forces down here now and stop every ship that leaves this planet!"

Before Piett could reply Vader smashed the com-link with his hand and walked up to the dazed queen, pulled a pair of stun cuffs and locked her hands together.

"Where is he?"

"You'll never find him. That tunnel leads to a secret escape pod set for one of out moons. He's already gone."

Vader smacked her.

"You will pay for this."

XxX

Fifteen minutes later storm troopers had invaded the palace and taken the queen, leaving Vader to search for the force presence. He followed its power through corridor after corridor until he came to the metal door of a private suite. Behind it could very well be his new apprentice.