The glorious chapter 5 has arrived and on schedule. Thank you Khalthar for editing this on such short notice. Next weeks update may or may not happen, so let's assume it won't. I will try to post a chapter sometime that week though. Just the probability of it being posted on Wednesday is low.

Is the disclaimer necessary? I already stated it before… fine, but you have to unscramble it: I td'no wno ratS srWa

"Leia what are you wearing?" cried her father in dismay.

Leia stopped in the doorway and turned around frowning at her father, "Pants."

Why a female wasn't allowed to wear pants was beyond her. Of course she had seen some females wear comfortable clothing, but the majority seemed to prefer dresses. Pants and such were worn by smugglers, racers, and outlaws. The only exceptions were males. Maybe she was giving the wrong impression, but Leia was not attending another self defense session with Caden, wearing a dress. Her father had yet to mention all her torn dresses, but if she ruined anymore dresses, she just knew that he was going to throw a fit.

"Leia," began her father sighing, "It is improper for a female such as yourself, to wear pants. You are not…" he threw his hands up in exasperation, "I thought we had this conversation before. You are the Princess of Alderaan and it is indecent for you to wear pants in public!"

His eyes widened as he recognized the annoyed look on Leia's face. Everyone in the Royal Palace knew Leia could have an explosive temper, "I. Am. Not. Wear-ing. A. DRESS!"

Leia took a deep breath, but her anger had not diminished at all, "I will be wearing pants for the rest of the time I am with Lord Vader. You are not going to change my mind," she paused trying to calm down, "Look it is has been five days now. I am halfway done. We can discuss me wearing pants then, but currently it is nonnegotiable. Perhaps we can negotiate my subjects. If I wear dresses, then I do not attend my art class because it is a waste of time."

Her father winced, "About that Leia..."

Impatiently, "What? Two weeks that was the deal."

"It may have been prolonged by five weeks."

Leia glared at her father. She wanted to scream and rage. Brown eyes glared at Organa telling him to spill his secrets. A minute passed and Threepio entered the room. He took one glance at father and daughter glaring at each other and wisely left the room without saying a word.

Leia's father swallowed, "Leia I tried to reason with Vader, but it is impossible. He… He makes a decision and won't change his mind. The day before yesterday I tried to talk to him. To make him see reason, but he was relentless and-"

She snidely cut him off, "You annoyed him, so Lord Vader figured that by extending my punishment he could get you to shut up."

Bail resorted to begging, "Leia."

She grabbed a jacket and walked to the door, "Let's go; I am going to be late."

Leia stalked to the speeder and got in silently while ignoring her father, who was trying to make excuses for his actions. She wasn't an idiot and didn't appreciate her father treating her like a little child. Lord Vader may be cold and ruthless, but through her self defense classes with Caden she was beginning to see other sides of him. He didn't have any mercy regarding politicians or those who lied to get power, but he had his own skewed moral system. Failure was punished and if failure cost other people their death, yours was guaranteed. He detested slavery, despite the Empire's use of them. A slaver would always be killed in Lord Vader's presence given an excuse. He was also a man of actions and respected the clones, who respected him in return. The clones were another group of people Leia had misjudged. Each one of them was unique and entirely devoted. They definitely didn't deserve the prejudices against them.

Her father grew tired of her silence, "I'm sorry Leia. It was my own fault. I… I was just so worried for you. The first day you came back you were so frightened. Then the next day there were the bruises. Leia, I am your father. I-"

"Just be quiet Dad."

"No," he slammed his hand on the wheel, "You are my responsibility. I had to try. I cannot let you be tortured by that… Monster! What am I supposed to think when you come back exhausted and shaking. You fall asleep the minute you hit the bed. I should have told you, but then I was there picking you up and there was an enormous bruise. Yes, I am a coward! But how could I do that to you. There was bruising around your wrist, a puncture mark on your arm, and… a bruise forming on your neck."

Leia groaned slightly, "You should have told me," she fiddled with her hair, "Look Dad, I love you, but what you are doing is dangerous. I cannot lose you because Lord Vader loses his temper. Confronting Lord Vader just adds more danger to your life. You could die any day by an accident."

Her father blinked and Leia leaned back, still angry, but more content. Her father had gotten her message. The Empire was suspicious of him and if he got too troublesome he would die in a sad accident. Perhaps she could beg Lord Vader to tell her father she was alright. She snorted. Her father would never believe him and Lord Vader would never listen to her plea.

Her father looked at her, "Leia, why do call that man Lord Vader."

"It is that or Darth Vader. Lord shows more respect. It is how everyone addresses him if,-" she cut herself off. There was nothing allowed to be discussed about her sessions with Lord Vader. She was walking a fine line and what she had already said could be interpreted as breaking the arrangement. The need to watch her mouth and not being able to talk about what was happening to her was stressful. She just wanted to scream in frustration. Now her father had gotten her punishment prolonged meaning she had to deal with the secrecy for even longer.

She had hoped to be able to leave all the secrecy behind her in a week. Lord Vader of course would have forbidden her from talking about what happened during the sessions. Yet even that would have been infinitely better, because she would no longer be unable to talk about the majority of her day. How spies in the intelligence department or any member of the imperial army managed with all the secrecy was beyond her.

The speeder slowed down and began its descent to the Senate. Upon landing Leia jumped out, not saying a word to her father. She was still displeased with him. It was unfair for her to be punished for the actions of her father. Her eyes widened in horror. By aiding Lord Vader for an entire month, she would be unable to meet with her tutors. Her father called something behind her and she purposefully stood taller and ignored him. She was now seething at him. He was going to make her miss her mathematics lessons.

Caden fell into step next to her seeming to notice her rather foul mood. The duo walked into Lord Vader's office and the door behind them slid closed. Leia stood still as Lord Vader finished his execution. It seemed he wasn't in a good mood either.

"You may go to breakfast. Just take the body with you," Lord Vader ordered.

Leia nodded her face impassive. It hadn't been the first execution by Lord Vader's hand that she had witnessed, but she was nowhere near used to it. Part of her suspected that he attempted to retain more control over his anger, whenever she was near. The number of people disappearing wasn't as high anymore. Despite Lord Vader's effort at self-control, he still executed people in front of Leia, just not as brutally. She looked down at the body that she had to take care of and wondered what he had done. It was rather early in the morning for anyone to be meeting with Lord Vader; the Senate hadn't even opened yet.

Deciding not to ask questions Leia went and called a droid to assist in disposal of the body. Having finished their morning job, Caden and Leia hurried to the cafeteria. She chose some fruits and milk. Caden got his own portion of food and sat down at the table next to her.

"What has the food done to you?" he joked as Leia stabbed her fork at the plate.

"Nothing."

"Someone is in a terrible mood," continuing in his light hearted teasing manner, "Will you tell your dear friend Caden what is wrong?"

Leia shook her head and resumed the mutilation of her fruit. It wasn't fair for her punishment to be extended. She did have a life and interest beyond running messages. Lord Vader was a strict task master, but not as bad as she had imagined. He seemed to have been frightened by her fainting incident, and decided that at whatever costs, it shouldn't happen again. Therefore he asked her every time she finished a task if she was okay. It had become a great annoyance to Leia, because of him being able to detect any lie or omission she made. She couldn't even stub her toe without a medical droid being sent for immediately. A paranoid Sith Lord zealously watching over other people's health was not what Leia had expected ever.

The piece of fruit that Leia was torturing made its daring escape and hit Caden in his face. She cringed slightly as Caden blinked and removed the piece of fruit from his face. There was a strange expression across his face and then he began to laugh. It started out as a low chuckle turning into a hearty laugh. A smirk crossed his face and he threw his own fruit at Leia, who hastily ducked. Unfortunately for the clone trooper, Leia wasn't in a fond mood. She turned and glared at him her face cold.

Caden held his hand in front of him, "Someone is in a really bad mood. I think we should go before Senators come into the cafeteria," he lowered his voice conspiratorially, "We wouldn't want them to suspect there's a Lady Vader."

Leia continued to scowl at him and got up. She deposited the remainder of her food in the trash compacter and gave her tray to a droid.

"You're picking up Lord Vader's attitude little Vader."

Leia ignored him.

"I think it's the death glare. Must be the death glare. Possibly, your posture. Is it getting colder? I am sorry for offending you Little Vader."

Leia shook her head in exasperation, but continued to Lord Vader's office. Her friend was being obnoxious. It seems she wasn't allowed to be in a foul mood, only Lord Vader was allowed to be. To her it seemed rather idiotic. Perhaps more people would not be as fearful of Lord Vader if they realized that he got upset like everyone else. He just possessed a more explosive temper. She crinkled her nose as she thought about it. Perhaps the purpose of alienating Lord Vader was to increase the fear he caused.

Caden stopped next to her as she approached Lord Vader's door.

Darth Vader was again unsure of what to make of Leia. Ever since the fainting incident he felt that it had been his fault. It had been like Mustafar all over again.

He had arrived earlier at his office than usual for a meeting. Then when he had taken time out of his own precious schedule, the delegate had dared to waste his time. The last straw was when he had threatened Leia. He tried to shield Leia, why he did not know, from certain unpleasant situations that arose in the Empire. Executions were unfortunately too common with him around and Leia had to witness them. Death had never been a foreign concept to him, having witnessed the deaths of fellow slaves first hand. Some slaves died from cruel and excessive punishment, while others tried to run. The worst death for a slave though was when the slave hadn't finished their task and a sand storm blew in. Often times the master wouldn't allow their property in the safety of their homes until the task was finished. Not every slave received a vulgar death though. They were valuable resources, not to be wasted. Fear of death just kept them in line and if a couple slaves died to maintain that fear, then it was considered no real loss.

The moment Leia had entered the Senate building he could feel her anger and it puzzled him. She was usually so calm and reserved. Now Leia was returning to his office and her anger had not dissipated as he thought it would. He brushed his mind against hers using the strange bond. The reason for her anger was hidden and he would not be able to find it without revealing his presence. Therefore, he hastened a retreat; choosing to instead confront Leia about the reason for her anger directly instead.

The door slid open and he stood up. He inclined his head slightly to Caden, who took the signal and left. Leia stood still with her arms crossed, anger blazing through her. She was cute standing like that. Cute, a foreign concept to him. Padmé had been radiant and beautiful, not cute. He rather liked the thought of the word though. He had never used it before and it held for him no negative connotations. Leia was cute.

"Glaring doesn't incinerate the object of your ire. Trust me I have tried."

Vader allowed himself a small smile. There was one habit he had never been able to shake, even after becoming a Sith Lord. He still glared at people or objects in a vain attempt to get them to disappear altogether. Choking people was a much more effective use of anger.

"If you wish to tell me the reason for your anger I could choke the person or destroy the object. Unless you have any objections."

Shaking her head, Leia sat down, "Math lessons."

"Excuse me?"

"I want to find out more about engineering. For that I need to learn more math, but unless I improve in my dancing class my math lessons are discontinued."

Vader really wished to ask someone if all ten year olds were this confusing. Had he ever been this befuddling? He certainly hoped not.

Vader opted for the safest thing to say, "You like engineering?"

Leia's eyes lit up at the mention of engineering and nodded. He could definitely understand Leia's love of engineering. Finally, something he could understand regarding Leia. Engineering and by extension mechanics was thrilling, even more so than flying. Of all the memories of his time before a Sith, he did not suppress the ones of him tinkering with machines. There was Threepio and Artoo who he had modified to a frightening extent. Recalling the special droids, he wondered what had happened to them after Padmé died. He fervently hoped they hadn't been scrapped.

"I will make you a deal Princess," Leia frowned at the title, "you will explain exactly what happened to make you upset and we will take the day off."

Leia stood still under Vader's gaze considering the offer, "Deal."

"Come along then," Vader ordered and he departed his office.

"Wait don't you want me to tell you what happened first?"

"You aren't going to break your promise are you?" he asked and Leia shook her head, "Then I see no problem in delaying our discussion. I could use a break too."

He didn't stop to wait for Leia's reply and continued walking to the Senate doors. His red optics saw Senator Organa talking to a friend of his. Wishing to avoid a confrontation he grabbed Leia's arm and walked faster. His enhanced hearing heard a couple vile, but creative curses from Leia. She had very short legs.

Bail Organa stopped talking and Vader wanted to groan as the man made his way towards them. To his surprise he could feel another flash of anger from Leia. Had she fought with her father? Organa was almost on them and he desperately wished to be able to teleport, like in the old stories his mother used to tell him.

"Senator Organa if you say one word I will personally find a reason to skewer you with my lightsaber."

Both father and daughter cringed at his wording. It seemed that Leia wasn't angry enough with her father to wish an unpleasant death on him. He was rather grateful for small mercies. No one should ever follow his path of hatred. There were many unpleasant side effects, the most glaringly obvious one being the lack of limbs. The Senator wisely chose to remain silent. His Master's favorite idiot, who had slid his way next to him, lacked that wisdom.

"What a pleasure to meet you Lord Vader."

"I can't say the same," Vader growled out.

Senator Dunn puffed his chest out, "I am sure you are very busy serving the Empire, like collecting information."

Vader really wanted to kill the man, "Good bye."

"Should you need any assistance torturing the brat for information I know certain obscure techniques," Dunn called after Vader.

Vader stopped and glared irritably at the Senator. He finally was beginning to understand why the Emperor kept the idiot around, they were both sadists. He weighed the consequences of killing the fool before him and inciting his Master's wrath. Possibly he could cite the excuse that the Senator was a liability by spilling confidential secrets. The official policy maintained by the Empire was that torture was illegal. Interrogations weren't.

Once again a crowd of curious Senators who had nothing better to do, was gathering around Vader. The mention of torture had blood pumping through their veins. His Master would be most displeased if he caused a rebellion by inaction and letting the Senators statement of torture stand.

"Senator Dunn, surely you should know that the Empire doesn't torture people."

A tad flustered, "But Lord Vader you are above such petty laws. I know you are torturing the rascal for information regarding the...Senator Organa's less than legal dealings."

The crowd was getting angry. Torture alone could cause a mob, but Leia was an innocent child. They would be calling for the end of the Empire any minute now. He had to diffuse the situation as quickly as possible.

"I am not torturing the Princess."

"Of course you would say that Vader. Doesn't change the truth."

Vader looked at Leia, there was only one way for him to refute the claims. Hilarious to think that a couple weeks ago he had been told he should torture Leia.

"Leia would you like to tell everyone the truth?"

Dunn smiled eagerly, "Tell us every detail and how you screamed for mercy."

A resounding slap echoed through the room. The Senator raised his hand to his cheek which was quickly turning red. Leia stood in front of him smirking.

"Didn't your parents teach you it is wrong to start rumors?"

"You, you, you slapped me!"

"Well you insulted me. For your information, I am not going to be tortured or have been tortured."

Vader smirked in delight underneath his helmet, "Thank you Leia for slapping him for me. He truly has no manners."

"You're welcome Lord Vader."

He walked away from the confrontation and Leia ran behind him. The cold air of Coruscant hit him as he stepped outside of the Senate. He stood still and waited for Leia to catch up. A couple minutes later the duo sat in a speeder flying through Coruscant.

Bail Organa felt a great weight lift off his shoulders as Leia slapped the senator. She wasn't being tortured, or at least to her knowledge. Her reaction had been honest and he could see no deceit, his little girl was fine. Slapping someone was a little extreme for Leia, but considering her temper it was to be expected and she was already moody. The most disturbing thing was Leia submitting to Vader's authority. She never bowed down to anyone and stood tall in the face of opposition. Her referring to Vader as a lord, had implications that he didn't want to consider.

"I think we need to talk," his dear friend Senator Mothma whispered next to him.

Loudly, "Would you like to go out for lunch Mon? There is a restaurant I haven't shown you yet, that is most delightful."

"Thank you Bail, but do you think we can go after the first Senate session? I have not eaten anything substantial for breakfast."

"That sounds acceptable. Good luck with your proposal."

Mon Mothma walked away and to any prying eyes it simply looked like a pair of friends going out on a lunch date. For now he would return to his office and wait for Mon.

Walking to his office he again thought of his sweet angel. She was in the hands of her monstrous father. He shook his head at the word, he was Leia's father. Anakin had sacrificed the right to call Leia his daughter when he had turned into Vader and harmed his friends. He remembered Anakin Skywalker with his cocky and rebellious attitude, the same attitude that Leia shared. He worried often about the similarities between daughter and father. Their personalities were so similar that it was frightening. His greatest fear was that those similarities would cause her to succumb to the dark side. Fortunately for his sanity sake, her Force powers hadn't developed yet.

Artoo had many additional functions as Bail later found out. Among these functions was the ability to count the number of midichlorians in a cell. He was still confused why Anakin had found it necessary to install that function on an astromech. Upon the discovery of Artoo's ability he had tested Leia, who as it turned out had a midichlorian count way over the average. He grimaced slightly. At the time he had been worried what would happen if the Empire found out about her exceptionally high count, yet no proof of her abilities revealed themselves. He would have believed Artoo to have been mistaken, if it hadn't been for Leia nightmares. For now she believed they were just a nightmare.

Bail Organa stepped into his office which was in dire need of a service droid. His worry for his daughter had caused him to forget to clean up. Various wrappers were scattered about nothing was in its proper place. If Mon saw the room in its current condition, she would throw a fit. Despite Vader's belief to the contrary, he did have a self-preservation instinct.

The last item was being put in its proper position when the door slid open.

"How did it go?" Bail asked turning around.

To his surprise there was a storm trooper standing there. Bail felt his palms get sweaty. There was no reason for a Stormtrooper to be in his office unless they were there to arrest him.

"Were you expecting someone?" the Stormtrooper asked.

"I am going out with a friend of mine for an early lunch."

"Huh."

The Stormtrooper was standing as rigid as ever, turned his head to see the room more clearly. Bail stood still from fear. He did not want to get arrested and leave Leia alone. Having finished his inspection of the room the Stormtrooper sat down in one of Bail's chairs and removed his helmet. Bail stood even stiller, if that was possible, from shock. Stormtroopers never removed their gear. Then as to contradict him even more, he recognized the face of clone. Clones had a self discipline that surpassed the Stormtroopers and would follow orders until their death. A clone trooper would never remove their helmet in public.

"It's rude to stare."

Bail gave a phony smile, "So what brings you here?"

The clone waited for Bail to take a seat before speaking, "I have but one thing that I need to know."

"Whose authority?"

"My own."

"Then there is nothing to discuss," Bail finished.

He was admittedly curious as to what could cause a clone to seek him out, but it was probably orders that dictated not to disclose his orders. His visitor was in his office to gather intel.

The clone began again, "I have been assigned to my current position by Lord Vader himself," Bail flinched, convinced the meeting wouldn't end well, "I take my job very seriously and therefore have taken the initiative to talk to you."

Bail frowned at the clone, who was exhibiting very un-clone like behavior. Perhaps Vader had created a plot to confuse him until he spilled all of his secrets.

"How may I be of… assistance?"

"I need to know why Leia is upset. Without this information I cannot do my job properly."

Bail massaged his temple, "And that would be?"

The clone hesitated for a moment, "I do not know if I am at liberty to disclose that information."

He really wished to scream and run down the hallway yelling obscenities, "She is my daughter."

A confused expression flitted across the clone's face, "Why does that matter?"

Bail growled. He never liked clones a lot especially after Order Sixty-six. The clones had betrayed their Jedi comrades and killed them. Now there was a clone in his office who would kill his daughter without hesitation given the order. He would never assist this creature in front of him who had no loyalty and lacked the emotions that made one human.

The clone seemed to understand he had said something to anger him and began again, "I serve Lord Vader faithfully and I come to you because from what I understand, a father is responsible for their child and understands them."

Bail had to hand it to the clone, he was trying to understand, but incapable. No parent ever understands their child who gets the strangest ideas. He didn't have enough fingers for the times that Leia did something entirely befuddling, from attempting to camp on the roof to cooking experiments.

"My daughter's safety is my primary concern."

The clone's face twitched slightly, the only part of him betraying anything to his thoughts. Bail smiled internally putting his feelings behind the political mask. He was going to make sure that Leia was safe.

"I understand your view," Bail doubted that, "but during Leia's time with Lord Vader she must also be loyal to him. Her mood is exploitable, so it is in her best interest for you to explain to me why she is in such a foul mood."

The clone's logic was infallible and grudgingly Bail was made to listen. He knew that Vader had a temper and whenever he thought of Vader with his daughter, his stomach contracted painfully in fear. Perhaps, Bail considered, he should tell the clone for the reason of Leia's justified anger. But he was unsure, if the clone could be trusted to not use the information to harm Leia. All it would take was an order from an officer and the clone would reveal everything about Leia.

"I will protect my daughter."

"I am not asking for all her personal information. I am asking for the cause of her current mood."

"Which I do not think you need to know," he said glaring at the clone.

The clone returned the glare with full force, "Your unwillingness to procure information could be considered treasonous."

"And," sneered Bail, "as a clone, your word would be disregarded when put against mine."

Bail eyes flashed triumphantly as the clone stood up in anger. An anger that he had never before seen in a clone, burned in his eyes. The clone closed his eyes and calmed himself.

"I personally think Leia is a great person. She is worthy of my respect and you definitely are not. I do not know what she loves about you, but I can see more to like about Lord Vader than you, just from personality. The time will come when she recognizes your faults and renounces you. I will be watching."

The clone left the room without looking back and Bail sat in his chair confused. The clone had shown something he had never thought possible, a form of emotion. He would never have thought it possible for them to have loyalty to someone besides a figure of authority. Deciding the improbability, he denounced the clone's loyalty to his daughter and called it an act.

An hour later the curious event was driven from his mind as he went for an early lunch with Senator Mothma. They were visiting a small cafe in a more reclusive district. Both of them began to make small talk.

Bringing up a new subject Mon asked, "Are you sure Vader isn't torturing Leia?"

Bail took a sip from his Caf, "If he is torturing Leia, she doesn't recognize it as torture. I have my own suspicions, but she would never have slapped that Senator if she was being actively tortured."

Frowning, "She has a temper. What have you noticed?"

"There are various things that Leia cannot explain, like the bruises on her arms and wrists. She is also always dead tired when she returns home. Two days ago there was a puncture mark on her arm as well as a bruise forming around her neck."

Mon stirred her Caf and looked Bail in the eyes, "Will she betray us if she finds out about our questionable activities. And more importantly, if we invited her in on our mission in a couple years, would she go running back to Vader? Tell me the truth Bail."

"I do not know what the future holds. She calls him Lord Vader now," he started to tear up, "She blames me for the extension of her punishment. She doesn't lay any of the blame at Vader's feet. I know it was my fault and I should have told her Mon, but she is just a young child. No child should have to be with that Monster."

Mon nodded sadly, "Padmé's daughter. If the Emperor were to find out… I guess the only thing we can do is wait and see."

Sharing his friend's sadness, "Yes we will have to wait. Perhaps it is time that I educate her on how the Empire treats people."

Mon smiled and raised her Caf, "A toast to a good plan."

Leia shivered as the speeder landed at Vader's palace.

"Welcome to my humble abode Princess," rumbled Vader.

Leia mouthed the word "humble" in amusement. The Palace was not humble. The design was elegant and imposing, a clear indication of power. She had heard that the Palace had been constructed in record time. Fast constructions were never cheap. But the most amazing part, were the ships. Her mouth widened and she climbed out of the speeder as if in a dream. Some models she was familiar with, while others were apparent rarities.

"Done admiring my ships from a distance Princess?" Vader joked, "I was thinking we could work on one."

Leia whirled around in shock. The depressive mood that had surrounded her in the early morning vanished.

"You mean it?" she asked in hopeful disbelief.

"If I didn't, I wouldn't have offered."

She smiled and shocked herself by hugging Vader. The man stood rigidly and realizing herself, Leia backed off suddenly timid. Vader seemed to regard her for a couple minutes before motioning for her to come along. Embarrassment still clung to Leia, but her eyes drank in the wonder of all the speeders and shuttles. Vader stopped in front of shuttle and Leia smiled brightly.

"She's a beauty Lord Vader."

"That she is… Pass me the hydrospanner please."

She blinked and hurriedly fetched the item. Lord Vader had said please. That was perhaps the biggest surprise of the day. She quickly returned with a tool box and handed Lord Vader the hydrospanner. The two began working together in companionable silence.

"Lord Vader?"

"Yes?"

"Have you ever seen a droid where the circuitry is homemade?"

Vader made an indistinguishable sound through the respirator, "Yes, I built a protocol droid from scratch once."

Leia stopped working and look at Vader who once again had resumed working. It was an amusing sight to see Vader drenched in oil from a broken pipe and leaning across the seat to reach something.

"I can see you smiling," Vader commented.

Leia laughed at him, "I can see you glaring at me."

"When did I become so unintimidating?" He grumbled.

Somewhere an alarm began to blare. Leia shrieked in surprise and dropped a canister of oil on her foot. Vader was up in an instant with his red lightsaber ignited. Leia scooted against the hull of the ship as she glanced at the deadly red blade.

"Leia stay here!" Vader commanded with worry and an underlying tone of fear.

Before she got the opportunity to reply, he was gone. She stood still and could hear blaster fire from far away. Standing up, she looked around the deserted hanger. Lying on the floor a couple feet away was a datapad. She just knew she was going to regret her decision.

Who thought they would see Tarkin? I did, but he ran off to who knows where. The last chapter received the most reviews so far. Hooray! Now I like math, so I calculated the percentage of readers who actually review. Not including the first chapter because it is an obvious outlier. So on average 1.712% of readers review. Not that bad. Don't be a statistic.