And here is the next chapter! Wow… so many people clicked the like or favorite button. I couldn't believe my eyes. I remember that in the first two days after having uploaded the first chapter that there was hardly anyone following. I got a couple more in the days afterwards, but the second chapter caused a storm of likes and favorites. So thank you.
Please, don't choke me Vader… Oh fine... Disney owns Star Wars… happy?
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CT-8721 had not expected that his day would turn out so, interesting. In fact had anyone asked him what his day today would be like, he would have said the same old routine as always. Instead he had chased a young girl, who had an appointment with Lord Vader, got assigned an extra shift from some snotty Moff, then alerted Lord Vader that a certain Moff was harassing a girl claiming to run messages for him, and now he was waiting in Lord Vader's office after his Lord had stormed out. If he thought about it, his entire day seemed to revolve around Lord Vader. CT-8721 was not going to complain though, this day, despite all the confusion he was feeling, was among one of his best days. The only thing better was marching into battle.
The door slid open and Lord Vader entered. In front of him was Leia and he had a firm hand on her shoulder. CT-8721 felt a shudder run down his spine as Lord Vader looked at him. "Trooper, you did the right thing by bringing the situation to my attention."
Involuntarily a smile began to creep on his face. It had been such a long time since he had been complimented. Compliments from his brothers did not count. He turned his head and looked at Leia.
She was curled up slightly in a chair, her feet dirtying the shine of the chair. He gazed slightly at the rest of the office. It was bare and seemed to contain only the bare necessities and emitted a harsh feeling. Part of him pitied Leia, Lord Vader was not an easy person to be around and even his office seemed to reflect his dark mood.
The clone redirected his attention to Lord Vader, curious why he had not been dismissed. Lord Vader seemed to be studying him and there was a small uncomfortable feeling in the back of his mind. His eyes widened in sudden realization as he remembered that Lord Vader could supposedly read minds.
"You are very astute," rumbled Darth Vader and CT-8721 swallowed nervously. It was a great honor to be in front of Lord Vader, but the man was dangerous and his life was surely forfeit if he had somehow displeased Lord Vader.
"At ease, I am not displeased. I am just evaluating you for another position."
CT-8721 cringed slightly in embarrassment, the man in front of him could read minds and he would do well to remember that. Pride rose in chest. Lord Vader, maybe, would personally reassign him. "I am currently doing the night shift in the Senate my lord."
Curious, "Then what were you doing patrolling near Moff Lewis's office?"
The nervousness returned. "I was leaving the building as it was the end of my shift, and Moff Lewis decided his corridor needed more guards, my Lord."
His skin prickled beneath his armor as the temperature began to drop, Lord Vader's anger evident. Beneath the helmet, his eyes flickered over to Leia who was slowly becoming terrified.
"That Moff had no right to assign troopers new position. I would personally remind him of that fact if I had not disposed of him already. His death was too quick"
CT-8721 continued to stare at Lord Vader as his lord's hands clenched in attempt to restrain his anger. Apparently having gained sufficient control, "I am reassigning you from the night shift. It seems that my assistant attracts way too much trouble, as I was just made aware of. Tomorrow you will wait in front of the Senate and escort Leia to my office. I do not wish to see more of any senators than necessary. You will escort Leia throughout the rest of the day."
"Yes sir," CT-8721 responded diligently. While his face was emotionless, he was surprised. It did not make much sense to have Leia being escorted everywhere. Her escort could just as easily deliver the messages himself.
"You are dismissed. Report back after the Senate is closed."
CT-8721 saluted and headed toward the door, but not before throwing another cursory glance at Leia. Leia was looking at him pleadingly, her eyes begging him not to go. The door was about to slide closed again before Leia all of a sudden threw herself forward and hugged him. CT-8721 stood still, shocked and awkwardly bent down to return the hug.
"Have you never had a hug before?" asked Leia in between small sobs that were beginning to escape her.
"Nobody hugs a clone ma'am."
Leia stopped hugging him and looked down sheepishly. "I'm sorry"
He sighed and shook his head. Leia's nose crinkled slightly. "Why does no one hug a clone?"
He smiled sadly. "A clone isn't considered, by most people, to be a person."
Leia shook her head vehemently. "You are a person. What is your name? Every person has a name."
"I'm CT-8721."
Once again Leia shook her head as Lord Vader looked on curiously. "That's no name."
He held up a hand. "It's my designation ma'am. I don't have enough combat experience for a nickname."
A smile suddenly broke out on Leia's face. "Then I will name you!" Her eyes closed in thought. "Your name will be Caden. It starts with your designation," her nose scrunched up in distaste at the word, "number and it means little battle."
A foreign feeling fluttered in his heart as he heard Leia's prolomation. A name. She hardly even knew him, but she had done something unimaginable and given him a name. A name was an honor, it meant that someone cared about you. It meant that if he died there was someone to mourn his passing. It meant someone expected him to return. He was finally more than just a clone.
"Thank you ma'am."
"Call me Leia."
"Thank you ma-Leia." He gave her hand a firm squeeze and walked away. His posture remained rigid as he felt Lord Vader's gaze burn through him.
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Darth Vader put a restraining hand on Leia as he watched the clone trooper go. She was different than what he had expected. In the beginning he knew she was the daughter of a Senator, but now he knows she is a princess, yet despite the fact that other children around her were expected to be selfish and snobby, she named a clone. Annoyed, because once again he was thinking about the princess, he steered her back inside.
Leia sat down in the chair he directed her to and Darth Vader sat opposite of her at his desk. About to continue his work of organizing military strategies, he made the mistake of looking at Leia. She was glaring at him and had he been anyone else he might have fled. But he wasn't anyone else, he was a Sith Lord and not to be intimidated by a little girl. He gazed back at her and held her eyes.
Vader could feel her burning desire to look away, but her stubborn streak did not allow her. Growing tired of the game, he stood up continuing to hold eye contact and strode over to her. Due to her petite frame, Leia had to look upwards at him and a spark of fear entered her eyes, but she refused to look away. Part of Vader wondered if he had lost his ability to intimidate people. He could make battle hardened soldiers cower at his feet, when he came to suppress their planet, but a ten year old girl wasn't.
The Force responded easily to his call and a datapad flew into his hand. Leia flinched slightly at his use of the Force and finally broke eye contact. Pleased, Vader handed her the datapad, "Sort these."
Still avoiding looking at him, Leia grabbed the datapad and began to work. Satisfied at her compliance, Vader sat down and resumed working. Leia again stopped working and resumed glaring at him. Vader could feel her glare like a lightsaber, burning through his head. It was a sad day if a young girl could distract him. Determined not to let her best him he used the Force to lift her chair up, ignoring her yelp of fear and still not looking up, he turned the chair around and settled her down.
Vader felt the strong urge to smile to himself, but the painful scars on his face did not permit it. He could taste her fear once again and it was energizing. He squashed the small part of him that was feeling guilty about intimidating a ten year old girl. He continued to work and ignored the creaking of the chair. Then the chair squeaked again. A small screech as the chair seemed to slide across the room. Sparing a cursory glance, he looked up to see what she was doing. The chair had left its original position and was slowly turning around. Amused at her antics, he once again called on the Force to turn her chair around, so Leia could face him and resumed working.
"How did you do that?" queried Leia after a while.
"Do what?" asked Vader, confused and only mildly annoyed at the interruption.
"The moving thing. Where you move your hand and an object moves," she paused and grumbled to herself, "like my chair." Vader tilted his head slightly, amused at the last portion of her sentence, which she had probably not intended for him to hear. Unfortunately for Leia, the helmet allowed him to hear better than most humans could.
"It's called the Force."
Leia looked at him curiously, "What's that?"
"An energy that binds the universe together. Those who are Force-sensitive can use it," replied Vader feeling a little surreal. He had never expected to talk about the Force with someone else since becoming a SIth Lord.
"Am I Force-sensitive?"
Confused, "Why do you ask?"
"Because daddy says I'm special."
"Every parent thinks that their child is special. If you were Force-sensitive I would have killed you or you would be serving the Emperor."
"Then who is Force-sensitive?"
"I am, the inquisitors, the Jedi, and some other parties."
Vader sighed to himself and began to resume working. Leia was too curious for her own good.
"Are Jedi really bad?"
Annoyed at being interrupted again, Darth Vader tersely replied: "Yes"
Leia frowned at him, "Daddy says that the Jedi were good and the Empire framed them. He said they never would have betrayed the Republic."
Darth Vader snapped his head up in shock. Bail Organa's daughter had basically admitted that her father was disloyal to the Empire. While he may have has suspected the Senator of being disloyal, there had been no proof. With Leia's confession he could arrest her father and finally execute the man for treason. But a part of him could not do it and betray Leia. The death of her father would bring much pain and it was highly likely that his Master would instruct him to also torture Leia for information.
"As much as I hate your father, I will pretend that I did not hear that. What you were saying is treason. The Jedi were corrupt and betrayed the Republic. That is all you will ever say about Jedi if you wish to live a long life and not watch your father be personally executed by me."
The blood drained from Leia's face and she nodded tightly. She refrained from talking and continued to sort through his messages.
A couple hours later Leia once again interrupted Vader, "I'm done."
She would need something else to do. Unfortunately, he didn't have any messages he was willing to give her. He scrolled through his list of projects to do and noted the survey his Master wanted him to submit concerning supplies. The technological error as he called it, also known as the Death Star was draining their available supplies. Due to being a secret project the supplies had to be taken in small, unnoticeable amounts from other projects. The problem was that if a person began to investigate the supply runs, they might notice the inconsistencies. Inconsistencies pile up over time and it could become very obvious that the someone, the Empire, was building something the size of a moon. Therefore his Master wanted him to insure that everything could be accounted for. Why another high ranking officer or someone working on the Death Star project could not do it, eluded him. He grabbed a datapad and put in the necessary clearance level. Leia could easily do the groundwork for him and she would not be accessing highly sensitive information that she could spill. If she revealed any classified material to anyone, he would personally deal with her.
"I want you to find any inconsistencies in supplies."
Leia accepted the datapad, before looking back at him, "Why do you have to do this?"
"The Emperor assigned it to me. Often Moffs will alter the supplies slightly for their own profit."
She nodded and began to work, but then seemed to think of something and looked back at him. "What does the Emperor look like?"
Vader focused his attention to Leia wondering why she was curious about the Emperor, not many people were. "He is an old wrinkly power hungry man, who looks like a shriveled fruit and has a voice that sounds like he breathed in helium." Vader looked up all of a sudden realizing in shock what he said. Leia was looking at him amused. He turned to her and snapped, "You did not hear that."
"Of course," she paused and smiled. "We're even."
Vader suppressed the strong urge to throw her across the room and wring the life out of her. She was preposterous thinking that she could blackmail him with his secret. Nobody would ever believe her anyway. His inner venting was stopped when he heard a sad sigh. "What?" he snapped.
She looked at him with big, round, innocent, and sad eyes, "Why did you kill the Moff?"
It was official, Vader was confused by children. The man had been threatening to harm her and yet she was sad that he had died. Had he been that foolish when he was young also? He had left his mother behind… Snarling to himself, Vader shoved the memory into the deepest crevice of his mind.
Leia continued talking oblivious to his confusion, "I know he was mean, but he did apologize and Daddy says you should always forgive people if they say they are sorry. Even if you did have to kill him, did you have to make it a long painful death… You just choked him like he was nothing."
Vader stared at her, her logic was so naive and Lewis definitely deserved a more painful death. "If I didn't kill the man then he wouldn't fear me. If people come to know that I led a man live who directly defied me, then the others will no longer fear and become disobedient. The Empire can't be run by disobedient people."
"That's brutal", she whispered sadly.
Indifferent, "Reality is harsh."
Leia continued to look at him sadly and he could feel the increase in her fear. She was once again afraid of him. A memory from the previous day came to him, "Are you going to eat me?"
"Why did you believe that I would eat you?"
Leia seemed to shrink in her seat in embarrassment. She mumbled something indistinguishable.
"Excuse me?"
She looked at him and winced. "Sorry," lowering her head, "but all the other Senator's kids say that if you ever saw us you would eat us. They say you are an evil droid created by the Emperor whose sole task is to kill anyone who might pose a threat."
Darth Vader blinked in surprise, if his lungs weren't so badly damaged he might have started laughing. The idea was so ludicrous. At least he knew why there were no children ever to be seen with him around. People circulated the most preposterous rumors and it was indeed curious that their parents didn't put an end to it.
Leia was again staring at him. The girl seemed to have a dreadful problem with staring at him. People do not stare at the dark lord of the Sith. It simply was not done. He glared at her and she meekly looked down. Despite her lack of staring, he could still feel through the Force her burning desire to ask a question and worry. He marveled at her ability to distract him and his need to appease her.
"Speak," he commanded his patience having run dry.
She looked at him with a hint of gratitude. Taking a deep breath she asked, "What's going to happen to the cadet?"
"Cadet?"
"His name was Firmus Piett and he stood up against the Moff, even though he was threatened with being demoted to stormtrooper training."
"I don't imagine anything will happen to him. Lewis is dead and therefore the threats are void."
Leia nodded and he could feel her relief. He frowned at her. The child made attachments too easily. A small voice in the back of his head asked if he didn't do the same thing. After all he did invite three strangers into his home. Vader all of a sudden stood up, bored with the trivial tasks he had been assigned.
"Come," he ordered to Leia and strode to the door. Before he had a chance to open it, it slid open to reveal Tarkin.
"Vader," he sneered, "I need to speak with you privately." Tarkin threw a condensing glance at Leia, who defiantly glared at him. Vader bristled at Tarkin's tone and for some unfathomable reason, his condescending manner to Leia.
"Schedule an appointment like the rest of the Empire, Tarkin" he replied rudely and shoved past him. Tarkin gaped at his brisk manner and looked at Leia. He turned back to Vader and smirked. "Babysitting little girls are we? What would the Emperor say?"
Leia looked at Tarkin and curled her lip in distaste, "I am sure he would commend Lord Vader for doing such an excellent job."
Vader felt his eyebrows raise at the remark and Tarkin apparently shared his disbelief by saying, "Oh, really?"
Innocently, "Yes, after all what better way to keep dissenters quiet than hold a young girl hostage."
Vader smirked slightly at the flabbergasted look on Tarkin's face. Leia had a sharp, but honey coated tongue. In an attempt to recover his dignity Tarkin asked, "I hardly doubt you are of any importance."
"I'm the princess of Alderaan."
Realization set in Tarkin's face as he recognized Senator Organa's daughter. Vader decided to intervene as he mentally cheered Leia on, "I will be going now. Do schedule an appointment if there is anything vitally important."
Without waiting for a reply he grabbed Leia's hand and began to drag her along the corridor. She stumbled slightly and began to jog, but soon was out of breath. "Slow down!"
Without decreasing his pace, he turned his head to look at her.
She summoned a glare, but didn't complain anymore. Satisfied at her compliance he continued on his way and stopped at turbolift. Leia stood beside him massaging her hand and gasping for breath.
"No wonder you run messages so slowly. You are in horrid physical condition."
She shot him a dark look, "I'm ten. And I'm short."
Vader shook his head and stepped into the turbolift. It descended quickly. They exited on a maintenance level and Leia shot him a confused glance.
"I figured we could take a break from work."
Confused, Leia followed him as he walked over to a scrap pile. Together they began to repair a small droid and settled into an unexpected comfortable silence.
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Leia hummed slightly as she worked on the cleaning droid next to Vader. When it came time to go, she didn't complain at his insane walking pace, where she literally had to sprint. Fortunately he didn't grab her hand this time as it was already sore from their previous excursion. She stumbled slightly and cursed her idiotic dress, which always seemed to get in the way. When she had been younger, she had been allowed to run in boy clothings. Ever since her ninth birthday party she had to wear proper feminine clothing. Her mind wandered to her Aunt Katherine, who had kicked up a giant fuss finding out that Leia was acting like a boy. She hadn't understood it at the time. There were many of the palace servants boys who would run around and she would jealously watch from her window. Life was lonely for Leia and one day she had snuck out of the palace and gone to the city. She had been a six year old dressed as a boy and had acted as a boy because that was the only way she had ever observed other children act. Of course there were the occasional children of foreign dignitaries, but all they ever wanted to do was complain. They complained about the food, the weather, traveling, and worst of all, insulted Threepio. She had been very young, but at one such play meeting she had simply ran out. Ever since then her father had to force her to such meetings.
Leia almost crashed into the Sith Lord as he suddenly slowed down.
"You won't speak a word of what happens when you are with me, understood?" he warned.
Leia nodded and slowed to a fast walk. The reason for the change became apparent as they rounded the bend and she could make out the figure of her father. Leia wanted to desperately run forward and hug him. A warning hand on her shoulder prevented her. A desperate feeling of desolation swam through and she wanted to cry, but she would not allow herself to. Her father had been so frantic the first time and if she were to break down again, he would be incredibly worried. It hurt Leia to know that she would be unable to calm her father and tell him everything was alright. The slow pace to her father was agonizing and Leia just wanted to run forward. The hand on her shoulder warned her against such attempts. Just before they reached him, she broke free and hugged her father. Vader did not say anything to her or her father and simply entered his office.
"Oh Leia what happened to you?" her father murmured.
Leia remained silent as she walked with her father outside of the Senate. Her thoughts though, were in disarray. She couldn't understand Vader. He was an imposing figure and deadly. He had the ability to kill anyone with a thought, but he didn't.
She remembered the fear she had felt when the cadet had fallen to the ground trying to defend her against the Moff. There was something about Piett that she admired. It was a feeling in her gut that said she would meet him again. Whether those meetings would be positive or negative, she did not know, but she would remember him. When Vader came, he had ignored Piett and, without touching Lewis, thrown him across the corridor. Leia shivered unconsciously as she remembered the sudden sensation of feeling like she had been plunged in ice water, when Vader had turned to face the Moff. He had been angry, so very angry and Leia could still feel it echoing through the Senate. The Moff, Lewis, had tried to beg for his life and make excuses. Shame coursed through Leia as she thought of how she wanted Vader to ignore them, and he did. Silently she vowed, never to anger Vader.
Then there was Leia's other conundrum. Her father had often told Leia of Vader's atrocities and she remembered the stories spread by her father's friends. They had recounted how he had conquered worlds and brutally oppressed them. Leia of course had never been meant to hear them, but with her unquenchable curiosity it had been an easy matter to try to find out what went on behind closed doors. The information she had learned was troublesome and she still had nightmares of the black man. The horrors that one being could inflict, was unfathomable to Leia and in her mind there was no possible way that he was a man. Vader had to be a machine and it had only been reinforced by the first meeting. Yet most machines, with the prominent exception of Artoo and Threepio, did not express complex emotions. Vader was an emotional whirlwind.
Leia was too young to comprehend Vader's actions even if she knew the motives. His motives though were as mysterious and unforthcoming as himself. He hadn't harmed Leia and she clung to that point. She knew that she had annoyed him with her incessant questioning, yet he had answered them. Then Vader had warned her. She had admitted to a being of immense power, who was incredibly loyal to the empire, that her father was traitorous. It had been accidental and an innocent slip of seemingly innocent information, but traitorous nonetheless. Leia wasn't a fool and she looked discreetly at her father as he helped her in the speeder. She knew that her father was involved in traitorous activities. An innocent slip about her father's opinion concerning Jedi seemed insignificant next to other talk. Her father could have been executed today.
The empire hosted public executions and it made her sick to think that her father could have easily been the victim. His death would have been publicly broadcasted to discourage dissenters and it would have lasted for hours. Executions were hardly ever fast and the victim was usually an incoherent mess before the lethal blow came. Any word that her father might try to say to hasten his death would simply prolong his agony and be ridiculed. Bile rose in Leia's throat as she thought about it. To further her father's suffering she would have been made to watch. He would have been able to see her and the tears that would be running down her face as she screamed in anguish. That nightmare had nearly come to pass, yet it didn't. Vader had saved her, not her father who he had expressed hatred toward, but her.
"Daddy?" Leia asked softly, her fatigue clearly evident as they pulled up to the 500 Republica.
Softly, "Yes Leia?"
"Is Vader a machine?"
There was a slight pause as Bail Organa tried to formulate an answer. "He was once a man, but now he is nothing but a machine."
Leia nodded, but remained unconvinced. Even without evidence, she may have begun to doubt her belief about Vader being a machine, because her instincts said there was something more to him and they had never led her wrong before. Subdued, she sat down on her bed and fell asleep fully clothed as the exhaustion of the day caught up with her.
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Darth Vader observed the clone that had arrived with impressive punctuality. The clone, CT-8721, also now known as Caden held himself at attention awaiting further instructions. It disturbed Vader slightly at how obedient he was. The clones he had served with had followed orders, but also asked intelligent question. Caden just stood rigidly still.
"How do you wish to be addressed?"
Caden finally snapped out of his salute and waves of confusion hit Vader.
"I will respond to anything you deem fit, my Lord."
Vader stood still and thought. He may be reckless and do things without considering the consequences of his actions, but he was observant. Caden, the trooper was Caden now in his mind, had emitted such immense joy when he received his name that it had nearly blinded the Sith.
"Princess Leia gave you a name trooper," continuing driely, "She would be most upset if we didn't show the courtesy of using it."
"Thank you, my Lord."
He raised his hand dismissively, "No need, Caden." Once again Vader could feel great happiness from Caden and he smiled slightly to himself. "Tell me of your first encounter with the princess."
He listened carefully as Caden recounted the day's events. His curiosity spiked at the mention of the chase and how she apparently was stronger than she looked or the way that she nimbly dodged other people. The chase amused him, reminding him of his youth in the Jedi Temple where he ran from his Master in hope to escape meditations. It never worked. His mood soured again thinking of Obi-Wan and the familiar feeling of anger returned. Vader listened to the rest of Caden's report and withheld his anger. When the report was finished, he intervened.
"You will be accompanying Leia as she runs messages and insure her safety. I would be most, displeased, if any harm befell her."
He considered his instructions, before deciding to add something else, "You will spend an hour a day teaching her self-defense. Dismissed."
Caden saluted and with a quick, "My Lord," left the office to retire. Vader remained standing still for a while and closed his eyes in concentration, attempting to ignore the respirator. He would have a meeting with his Master tomorrow and he would have to take certain precautions that Leia would not fall under direct scrutiny of his Master. It worried him slightly that he was becoming so possessive of a girl he hardly knew. The most logical course of action would be to dispel his weakness, but it would draw attention if he simply let Leia go unpunished or killed her. He ignored the part of him that said that he would never be able to let her go because he loved her. Love. A ridiculous concept that only brought pain. He didn't even know her.
His eyes rested on the crack in the desk that he hadn't gotten repaired yet. Why there was a crack, was a complete mystery to him still and out of a little box he pulled out a small jewel. The jewel felt strange in the Force and a small realization dawned on him, it felt like Leia. Even without concentrating, through the jewel he could feel her fear and logical mind. How did a non-Force sensitive child imprint her Force presence on a small meaningless jewel Intrigued by the challenge, he delved into the Force and all of a sudden he could hear laughing voices in the background. There was so much joy, disgust, love, hatred, curiosity, and boredom in the simple jewel that it boggled his mind. He had once felt those emotions, but know it was just another luxury that he did not allow himself to indulge in.
He had murdered his beloved wife and unborn child in his rage. He had jumped to conclusions that upon reflections made no logical sense. The child would have been a boy, like Padmé had believed. The child would probably have taken after him and would have been an excellent pilot. A stray thought slipped into his mind, a daughter. For some reason he hoped she would have been just like Leia. She would probably be annoyed by her older brother, but nonetheless love him. The wistful images of his supposed children faded away and self-hatred covered the Sith. He was worthless, a reminder of the man he had once been. Despite the many faults of his younger self, he once had love and happiness. What had he been thinking, when he accepted Palpatine's offer. He had been desperate, but perhaps he had just craved the power. He had power, but he would gladly give it up to fix his mistakes. But he knew if the opportunity arose, that he would not take it because he did not deserve it. He was a murderer.
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And the chapter had ended with an impressive (for me) total of approximately 5,000 words. Do you want longer chapters or is this a good length? I personally feel like this is a good length and will probably stick with it.
Vader will not find out that Leia is his daughter anytime soon. I want them to know each other better and have a reasonable relationship before Vader finds out about Leia. The problem right now is that Vader hates himself and if he finds out about his relationship with Leia, he will probably push her away in an attempt to punish himself for his own crimes. (Would sort of make this a short story.) This will be a sort of redemption fic (which I love), but there isn't going to be any spontaneous turn to the light side. It will be a gradual change and I am hoping to keep this mostly canon, which Star Wars Rebels is rewriting. Wookieepedia update yourself, please!
To Piett fans, and I am one of them, he will reappear… later. The scene was mostly to help pave the way for future events which I am not disclosing at this point in time.
Is there any viewpoint that I should try to incorporate, like Sidious? Please review and tell me what I am doing wrong and what I am doing well or if you want young Leia to meet any other young characters.