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The datapad in Leia's hands felt cold. Her hands ran along the body, attempting to find the activation switch. She didn't know what had prompted her to leave her position of relative safety and pick up the datapad. The hangar was silent and she slowly stood up.
"Over there!" yelled someone.
Leia whirled around, still clutching the datapad. The bad feeling continued to predominate her mind, coming at her were five men. A blaster shot exploded to her left and instantly brought her to the present. She quickly dived down for cover and looked for an escape route.
The shuttle that Leia and Lord Vader had been previously working on was in the back of the hangar in the corner. There was no escape. The nearest exit was behind the men. She was so scared. Her fright tingled across her body and settled in her stomach. The men were approaching quickly. She desperately hoped that they were imperials, who were supposed to be in the Palace. Unfortunately wishes are rarely reality.
The shuttle became her escape. The longer she could stay out of their grasps, the higher her chance of survival, so she began her ascent.
The first man stopped in front of the shuttle and looked up hesitantly, "Come down little girl, we won't hurt you. We just want that datapad."
Leia looked at him disbelievingly and shook her head. She slowly climbed higher, her feet slipping on the hull. The other men had arrived and were also beginning their ascent of the shuttle. A hand touched her foot before she pulled it away. Kicking her feet and hoping that Lord Vader wouldn't kill her for scratching his precious shuttle, she let her shoes fall.
The man beneath her grunted as the shoe hit him on the head. She looked down briefly and slid herself onto the top of the shuttle. There was nowhere to go. Standing on the top of the shuttle she earned herself a new appreciation of heights. The hangar stretched on before her eyes and she could see many ships in various stages of completion. The ground was far away. The clanging of shoes hitting the hull, drew her attention from the majestic sight. Four men were nearly to the top. On the ground stood a lone figure. Two hands grabbed onto the top.
Leia backed away slowly, behind her she could hear another person coming up. There was no where to run. She stopped moving and looked around again. There was nowhere to run, but jumping was a different matter.
A pair of feet landed on the ground and she screamed in agony as pure pain erupted from her leg. Someone was shouting, but the pounding in her ears drove them out. Shakily, she stood up, even though her leg threatened to give out. Every step she took was agonizing, but she had to keep moving. Sprawling on the floor, as her leg finally buckled on her, she began to cry in frustration.
Cold hands captured her arms and pulled her to her feet, which gave out again. There was someone shouting at her and kicking her legs. The words were so distant, she couldn't understand anything that was being said. Other hands took hold of the datapad she was carrying. He shouted something in frustration and her body was unceremoniously dropped to the ground.
The voices were arguing amongst each other and Leia began to scoot back afraid. The pounding in her ears subsided and her breathing slowed. She closed her eyes, pressing her back against the shuttle.
The sound of approaching feet caused her to open her eyes and look at two military issued boots, "Whose datapad is that?"
Shakily Leia replied, keeping her eyes on his boots, "Lord Vader's."
Someone shouted in triumph, but the man in front of her stood still and emotionless, "And how do you know this?"
She wasn't allowed to say, Lord Vader had forbidden her, "I was there when he left."
A deeper voice accused, "You're an imp," he walked closer and shoved her with his foot, "Tell us how to unlock it."
"I don't know!" she screamed.
Her body was picked up and thrown against the shuttle the shuttle behind her. The man pinned her and forced her to look into his face, "Tell us what you do know."
His command caused shivers to run down her spine, "I can't"
She couldn't feel her toes. The thought for some reason troubled her greatly. She felt as if she should be thinking about the men in front of her, who had her at their mercy. Instead she thought about her toes. They were little, like her feet and she could no longer feel them or the hanger's frigid air with them. Never before had she devoted attention to her toes, but upon finding them lacking, it drove all other thoughts from her mind. In a way it was comforting to focus on something so trivial in opposition to the immediate danger.
"A die hard imp," dismissed a voice, "I bet she knows a lot of important stuff though."
"Do you know what you imps do to your prisoners?"
Leia shook her head as a bad feeling settled in.
"The deal is this, you will tell us everything you know or give we give you a taste of your own medicine."
"Wait a second," exclaimed a younger voice, "She's just a girl."
The booted man in front of her turned around, "Tim, she is an imp regardless of her age and she knows stuff we don't."
Tim, Leia assumed, "The plan was to get in and steal information and proof of it. That is what we are being paid to do."
"So we will keep her alive. After she does her job, we can fetch a good price for her."
"I am not going to torture a little girl!"
Torture. An ominous sounding word that filled her with dread. Hadn't she exclaimed earlier today that she wouldn't be tortured? Life changed so quickly. She wanted Lord Vader to come with his dreaded temper. He could save her and she was insane for wishing for him.
"You said you would do what it takes," reminded the man in front of her.
"I did say so, but we have more important things to do."
"Afraid?" he sneered at Tim, "What is going to happen because we get the information required… except more money. Aren't you a big boy, a man?"
"Perhaps I'm not a man, if it means to torture little girls. Call me what you will."
"Go then and find your information elsewhere Tim, it is your head I will be delivering on a golden platter."
Tim glared at the other men and walked away. The hanger was silent and Leia felt sorry for Tim. She would never underestimate Lord Vader and the men who had infiltrated the Palace would not be leaving, unless their ashes were being dumped out.
The man in front of her turned back to Leia, "Normally Imps begin by starving their prisoners, but I don't have that much patience. The following step is to inject a pain enhancer."
As a needle was brought forward, Leia wondered who let torture utensils lie around for infiltrators to pick up. The needle jammed into her arm. The effect wasn't instantaneous, but gradual as the pain in her leg increased. The man looking at her seemed to be rather disappointed and took out another needle. Holding her arm he jammed the next needle into it. This time it was more painful. She clenched her teeth together as the needle punctured her arm and the hand gripping her became more painful. The pain in her leg was now unbearable and she moaned slightly. The man in front of her smiled lewdly.
"Now will you tell us whatever we want to know?"
"Varp you!"
He stepped back in surprise at Leia's angry outbursts, "Where did a young lady like you learn such language? It doesn't matter. Jinn pass me that will you?"
Jinn handed the man in front of her a small item. The man pressed it against her and Leia screamed.
Clone Trooper DT-5952 walked along the corridor. He marched alone with his blaster ready. The clones guarding Vader's palace were short handed this day. Nobody outside of the Castle knew about the shipment that was arriving today and had called half of their force away.
Originally every clone had gone along with two others to search for the insurgents, but do to a surprise attack he was alone patrolling the corridors.
The blaster was set on stun and the security setting was off. His orders were to capture the insurgents alive and he detested the order. They were enemies of the Empire who had killed his brothers. A smile crept on his face beneath the helmet, when Lord Vader was through with them they would beg for death. Death was indeed fartoo good for them.
Battle honed instincts caused him to drop down and fire at the sound behind him. There was a loud yelp from a young voice. He sneered, the infiltrators won't receive any mercy from him because of their age.
"Don"t shoot! I surrender."
He wasn't going to fall for the oldest trick in the book, "If you are surrendering, there won't be a problem with me stunning you."
The other man hiding behind the corner made a frustrated sound, "Look I'm sorry, but the problem with surrendering is that I can't talk. You really want me to talk."
"You will talk despite any reservations you have, when Lord Vader gets to you."
I don't have the time for this! I left the other guys because they wanted to torture a little girl for information. I do not torture people or harm innocents, like a young child."
"And this could be a complicated ruse."
"Or maybe it is the truth. Here I will drop my blaster and put my hands up," the blaster clanged to the ground and the man walked around the corner with his hands up.
DT-5952 didn't shoot, but kept his blaster raised. If this was a trick he would never live it down, but if the man was saying was the truth, he would have to hurry.
"Why didn't you take out your comrades?" he asked noticing the slight frown on comrades.
"I am just slightly taller than five feet and lack any muscles. This," gesturing to his entire body, " against four other guys, not going to happen. I was brought along because I am an excellent slicer."
Sizing him up, the clone had to agree with his words. The man was on the shorter side and incredibly skinny. He doubted though that the man was brought along as a slicer. He lacked the characteristic tussled and sloppy look of a slicer. Taking out a pair of binders, DT-5952 approached his prisoner with his blaster raised. The man didn't flinch as the binders closed around his wrist, furthering his belief that the man in front of him wasn't a slicer, but rather a soldier or mercenary.
"Which way?"
The prisoner relaxed slightly, "In the hangar."
The clone found himself frowning as he began to run with his prisoner dragged behind him. The infiltrators shouldn't have been able to get into the hangar. There was no time to waste and he wondered who the child was. Lord Vader wasn't even supposed to be at his Palace today, nor should there be any little girls. A thought passed through his mind. Caden had spoken of how he had received his new nickname by a little girl. Leia, that was the name of the child, who had named Caden. The same child was also serving as Vader's personal assistant for some strange reason.
"What was her name?"
The prisoner frowned, "I wouldn't know. She never stated any name. She was short though, had brown hair, umm, brown eyes, and is really good at climbing things."
The part about climbing things was strange, but the description matched his own of Leia's. He decided to trust the word of his prisoner, for now.
He slowed his run and began to move silently into the hangar. Surprisingly his prisoner was able to match his pace as well as silence. There was definitely more to him than meets the eyes.
A loud scream tore through the air and he winced. Someone shouted something indistinguishable.
Whispering, "That would be Marvin, he was always loud. He was the one who put the group together. Someone paid him good money."
DT-5952 nodded and didn't question the information. He would have to move quickly to incapacitate the infiltrators. Grabbing another pair of binders he turned to his prisoner, who was gone. The only sign of his prisoner was a small piece of metal on the ground.
The pain running through Leia's body was extraordinary. The booted man had given her another injection of pain enhancers.
He turned around and whispered into her ear, "You see Gregory over there, he found this most useful instrument," a small droid floated nearer, "It's a torture droid,- Very persuasive."
The droid closed in on her and her eyes widened in horror. Light gleamed off the various sinister tools on it. She couldn't allow them to torture her more, so she spat into the man's face. He shouted something angrily and pressed a button on the droid.
Her terror and anger at her captors had been causing something to grow in her. It was strong and powerful, fueling her limbs and keeping the pain at bay. When the droid approached her frail body and extended its elements at her, she grasped at what was inside of her and pushed.
The effect was instantaneous and she could hear her torturers scream. The power she had unleashed was glorifying. She was in control. She could do whatever she wanted. There would be no mercy for those who had hurt her.
Then the exhilarating feeling passed and faded away, leaving her feeling empty. She looked around, noticing the wreckage that surrounded her. In comparison to dented shuttles, her newfound ability lost its appeal. The power felt bitter in her mouth and she began to cry. How could she live with herself when she lost control and could destroy things with her mind? Fear gnawed at her heart. An old conversation with Vader played through her mind.
"How did you do that?"
"Do what?" asked Vader
"The moving thing. Where you move your hand and an object moves."
"It's called the Force."
"Am I Force-sensitive?"
"If you were Force-sensitive I would have killed you or you would be serving the Emperor."
Was it possible for her to be Force-Sensitive because all evidence said she was. Her body began to shake and she ignored the sounds near her.
"If you were Force-sensitive I would have killed you or you would be serving the Emperor."
Lord Vader would kill her now. Perhaps he was unusually attentive to her, but he was always loyal to the Empire. She was a threat and therefore had to be eliminated. Someone was talking to her. She raised her head from her knees and looked at the person talking to her. It was Tim. He was murmuring something to her and rubbing her back soothingly.
A clone trooper approached the wreckage and looked at Tim. She could feel his exasperation. No longer was it intuition, but rather an ability granted by the Force and it scared her. She had been using her abilities unconsciously and there was nothing preventing her from destroying everything near her.
The clone trooper raised his blaster and trained it on Tim, "Normally when someone surrenders they don't pick the locks on their cuffs."
Leia looked at Tim in confusion as he replied, "Well you were going to leave me and enter the fight alone. I figured you could use some backup."
The clone continued to stare silently, unwavering in his position as Tim talked, "You were one person against four, and they were all well trained. I know you don't believe me and it is rather hard to prove it because I am going to leave now and take the girl with me."
Leia stiffened in his arms and the objects near her began to shake.
"You are in no position to demand to take the girl anyplace."
Angrily, "I am not going to let you bastards kills her because she is Force-sensitive!"
"As I see it, I am the one with the blaster, not you. So step away from the girl with your hands up."
"I don't need a blaster," Tim stated with a small smile and leapt into action.
Leia backed away against the shuttle as Tim attacked the clone. The clone fired, but Tim swiftly dodged and disarmed him. He took a pair of binders from his belt and cuffed the clone. The he walked over to Leia gently.
Kneeling down "What's your name?"
Leia looked at him with frightened eyes, "Leia."
"A pleasure to meet you Leia," Tim began, "Let's go before other troopers arrive and kill both of us."
"Why?" Leia whispered in confusion.
Tim, understanding what she was referring to her began to explain, "When I was young the Republic still existed and I saw the horrors of the Clone Wars. How civilians were killed in the pursuit of power. Palpatine, he was the chancellor at the time,"
"I know."
"He promised peace. At the end of the clone wars he betrayed us all and declared himself the Emperor. Then they executed the Jedi," he paused in sad recollection, "My family harbored some Jedi and a few Force-sensitive children from the Empire. When they," he began to tear up, "I was twelve at the time. They butchered them in front of my eyes and dragged my parents off. They never found me though, I hid along with another boy, but a couple weeks later they found him, and I was alone."
Leia nodded as she felt his sadness and grief. She wondered at who his friend had been and how close they were.
"Will you come with me Leia?"
Fear settled in her stomach again and she looked at Tim with wide eyes, "Lord Vader."
Tim frowned at her and brought her in a hug, "I will protect you. I will make sure no harm befalls you. I will die before I let Vader hurt you," he paused, "Why do you call him Lord Vader anyway?"
She scrunched up farther, "I don't want to die."
"No one is going to die," Tim reassured her.
Leia smiled slightly at his optimism and let him help her up. She moaned slightly as her feet hit the ground and Tim cursed under his breath.
"I am going to carry you, okay?"
He didn't wait for a response, instead he picked her up and began to carry away. Looking backward at the clone on the ground, Leia couldn't help but feel guilty. It was unusual for a clone to bend orders and she was sure there were no orders to capture prisoners or drag them along.
Pointing to the clone, "Can you release his binders?"
"Sorry kiddo, but he will just jump me; why do you want to free him."
She pursed her lips, "It's embarrassing."
Tin gave her a weird look and she tried to appear innocent, "You are a strange kid."
Leia frowned in annoyance and glanced at the clone on the floor in pity. He would be ridiculed by the others if Lord Vader didn't take his temper out on him first. Anything that he had achieved would be for nothing. The best the clone could hope for was being stripped of any rank.
"Lord Vader will kill him."
Tim threw his head back and grumbled some more, but complied with Leia's wishes although he stunned the clone first.
"Come on. We don't have much time if we want to make it out alive."
She let herself be plucked up again. They were nearing the doors of the hangar, when an invisible force threw them down to the ground.
"Kriff!" Tim shouted as he struggled to his feet. Leia winced as the fall caused pain to shoot all along her body. A dark tingling informed her Lord Vader was near, "He's coming."
"Who kiddo?" Tim paused, "Oh right. There are only two people that I know of that can throw people around."
Darth Vader grimaced as he blocked a couple blasts bolts headed towards him. He couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was terribly wrong. The intruders were just as surprised as he was to see each other. Apparently his unscheduled break threw a spanner in their plans. Behind him fought a squadron of clones. Under normal circumstances he would at least have a legion of clones to back him, but the important shipment of prisoners required most of his clones.
The worst part of the situation was that Leia was alone in the hangar and in possible danger. A tremor in the Force, caused him to stop momentarily. It had originated from the hangar.
The tremor in the Force could have only been caused by a Jedi. He needed to get to Leia. It was impossible for the Jedi to know that he cared for the girl, but in the remote chance they did, Leia was in terrible danger. Trusting the clones he released a powerful Force blast and began to run to the hangar.
As he ran, Vader tried to feel Leia through the Force. She was afraid. His heart beat faster and rage began to cloud his vision. Then there was pain. Someone had hurt Leia and he would make them pay. Blood would wash the floors, when he got his hands on the inflators. He was nearing the hangar and could see someone running away in the distance.
A strong Force blast from him, knocked the running man to the ground. He stood back up and frantically looked around. Through the Force Vader could feel Leia's sudden pain. That man had been running away with Leia. Unfortunately he wasn't the Jedi he had sensed. He could sense that Leia wasn't afraid of him; perhaps the man was trying to get her to safety from the Jedi. Dissenters were strange people. Some were ruthless and bloodthirsty, while others only tried to make a point. Whoever the man was, he was an enemy of the Empire, but maintained a semblance of a value system.
There it was; a small vibration in the Force from his left. He ignited his lightsaber, trying to identify the source.
He saw the Jedi too late. His opponent was already running to Leia and he would never make it in time. Too his immense surprise, the Jedi stopped in front of Leia and began to talk. He could feel her spiking fear and frightened glances. Unnoticed, he crept closer.
Leia's companion was waving a blaster at the Jedi and shouting angrily. Vader crept closer. He was almost there. The Jedi rounded on Leia and he growled slightly and his offensive position. Nobody was going to hurt her. The Jedi ignited his lightsaber. He was still too far. Reaching into the Force, he prepared for a Force push. The stranger was apparently not defenseless and did not take kindly to having Leia threatened, for he shot at the Jedi and attempted to throw a kick. Vader smiled slightly; perhaps he wouldn't kill the man. Unfortunately for the stranger, he was no match for a Jedi. Vader though was close enough to interfere. Just before he lunged a shot was fired throwing the Jedi off balance.
Vader lunged and missed. Keeping his lightsaber ignited he looked at Leia, who was backing away fearfully.
"Vader!" Spat the Jedi, a tinge of yellow in his eyes.
"Jedi," Vader replied, "you made a mistake coming here. I will enjoy killing you."
"As long as you die, I am prepared to sacrifice myself."
"And how do you plan on accomplishing that?"
The Jedi frowned. Exasperated, Vader rolled his eyes wondering if he had ever been so foolish. He certainly hoped not.
The Jedi grew tired of waiting for him to make the first move and attacked. They fought in a flurry of blows and disconnected.
Smiling in triumph, the Jedi who was now closest to Leia; turned to look at Vader, "Perhaps I will die today, but I can deprive you of an apprentice."
Darth Vader stood still confused. He knew that the Jedi was referring to Leia, but she would never be his apprentice. She wasn't Force-sensitive.
"Don't you Jedi believe in saving every life possible?"
"Not anymore. We lost because we were weak, but now we are strong!"
The stranger next to Leia had finally gotten up, "We?"
The Jedi sneered and charged at Leia, while Vader stood up transfixed in horror. A Force blast sent the Jedi flying backwards.
He blinked a couple times looking at Leia, who had begun to cry. Pieces started to fall together like a well built spacecraft and conversations drifted through his mind. He had told Leia that he would kill anyone who was Force-sensitive and therefore she was afraid. The question was how he could ease her fears and if he should.
By bringing her to the attention of the Emperor, he would once again reaffirm himself in a position of power and demonstrate his loyalty. His Master would no doubt reward him well. But if he turned Leia over to him, then she would be either be killed or trained as an inquisitor. His Master would torture her to teach her to hate. She would grow strong and care for no one anymore. The precious light that thrived within her would be destroyed. He couldn't destroy her in such a way. If his Master found out that his apprentice had hidden a Force-sensitive from him, the consequences would be dire for them both.
Stalling for time, Vader walked over to the fallen Jedi, who a clone trooper was securing.
"I think you have a lot of explaining to do."
The unconscious Jedi gave no answer. The clone, finished securing the prisoner stood up at attention. Vader glanced at him with cold appraisal and flicked his fingers. The clone gave a quick salute before heading to Leia.
The stranger looked at the clone and stood before Leia with a blaster in his hands, "I don't want to shoot, but you're not killing Leia."
Darth Vader stood up at the impudence, only mildly impressed by the man's bravado. He certainly was something, having the courage to stand in his face. The only redeeming quality he had in Vader's eyes was his loyalty to Leia.
Applying slight pressure on the man's throat, "I am not going to kill anyone, but insurgents. The question is who are you?"
Glaring, "People may assume I'm stupid 'cause I go by Tim, but I rather am not. Not gonna trust any word that comes out of your mouth. Do you even have a mouth?"
Furious Vader lifted his hand, choking the man, Tim. Next to him Leia watched frightened. Realizing the potential consequences of his actions in regards to Leia, he let the man go. Tim fell gasping to the ground and fear oozed off of him as Vader approached.
Getting shakily on his feet, "I am not going to let you hurt Leia. I'm not going to let you kill her like you killed all the other Jedi or torture her to make her your apprentice."
Vader slowed down, but continued walking forward. The man certainly had some personal issues with him, but the question was how.
"You truly are a fool if you think that you can stop me. The only reason why you aren't bleeding on the floor is because you are helping Leia."
Items on the ground began to shake, "So you, a Sith Lord wishes to protect someone. Is she your daughter or something? 'Cause I don't see the family resemblance," glancing between the two, "Nope. Nothing in common. She's short, you're tall. She is scared and you are imposing."
"She's not my daughter. My child is dead."
"What'd you do, kill it?"
His control on his temper snapped and he sent Tim flying. Igniting his lightsaber he approached Tim, who was glaring at him angrily. He brought it to the man's throat, prepared to kill him for his insolence. Attempting to save her new friend, Leia unsuccessfully tackled him.
"Run Leia. Don't worry about me, you still can get to safety," Tim yelled in desperation.
Vader gently placed his mechanical hand on her shoulder to stop her from moving. Tim was not of importance now, Leia was. She was scared and frightened, just worsening the effects of her Force powers. If he wasn't careful, the Emperor would soon sense her.
Kneeling down in front of Leia, "I am not going to hurt you. I need you to be calm. Take a deep breath. That's it. Do you like water? Imagine a calm lake and calm down. Imagine the water lapping on the beach and the birds circling over head. The water is a little cold, but just the right temperature for swimming. Imagine you are swimming. It's calm and peaceful."
Next to him he could feel Tim's astonishment as Leia calmed down, "What are you doing? 'Cause I'm pretty sure that is a Jedi I technique. Aren't you Sith all about anger and drawing power from emotions and the Jedi about being calm and focused?"
Vader slowly got up and towered over Tim, "I am rather curious where you get all your information from. We will have a most enlightening conversation later."
"Like kriff, I am not leaving you alone with Leia!"
The man had an irrational sense of loyalty to Leia, "Right now she needs medical attention, which requires moving her. I am going to have to contact her father and tell him of the situation. You, on the other hand are not an Imperial, have no reason to be here and will only be suspicious. If you want to help tell me where she received her injuries or shut up."
Tim sighed, "I am not looking forward to getting tortured... When we saw her, she ran and started to climb the shuttle. In her hands was a datapad that we needed. So while I stayed on the ground, the other men began to climb the shuttle. She had been cornered on the top, when she decided to jump off. You may want to look at her leg; she can't put any weight on it. We took the datapad, but it was locked and Jinn thought she would know how to open it," he paused as Vader made a strange sound that could have been a snort, "She refused to tell us, probably because she didn't know. They asked her to tell them anything instead; and again she refused."
Anger clouded his vision as he remembered the pain that he had felt from Leia, "You tortured her," objects in the room began to quiver as he desperately tried to calm himself to not scare Leia, "Trooper please take this man to a cell."
"Hold on a second. I never agreed to leave Leia."
"I don't think you have a choice."
"If you carry me away, I will scream my head off and tell everyone what happened."
His heart chilled at the threat, the Emperor could not find out about Leia's Force - sensitivity, "Your actions will endanger her more."
"I don't see it. What about you get me an Imperial uniform, so I can blend in and let me stay around Leia."
The man was impossible Vader decided. He threatened, blackmailed, and bargained until he got what he wanted. It would be so simple to kill him and end his annoying existence, like he did to anyone else who stood in his way. Unfortunately Leia seemed to appreciate him despite the fact the man was involved in the party that tortured her. He was still rather livid about that. The infiltrators would dread the moment they laid their hands on Leia.
Peeved that he had to comply, he turned to the clone trooper, "Get this man an Imperial uniform. Afterwards contact Caden in the Senate and tell him to fetch Senator Organa. Also inform him that he is being promoted to managing security," the clone saluted and headed off to do his duty, "One more thing trooper. Due to your excellent performance today you are also being promoted to an assistant of the Security Manager. I believe you two will have plenty to work on. What is your designation?"
"DT-5952 sir."
"Congratulations on your promotion DT-5952."
Surprised, but grateful, "Yes sir. Thank you sir."
With a flourished salute, the clone trooper headed on his way. Vader crossed his arms as he waited and participated in a glaring match with Tim. If given a rational reason outside of his own grudge, he would kill that man and Leia wouldn't hate him. He knew that he was working under a delusion, but it was a comfortable one. Glancing at Leia, he recalled the real problem, what to do with Leia. She was a Force-sensitive and a strong one at that. With her assistance he could finally kill his Master. She would make an excellent Sith, yet the occupation would destroy her spirit.
The clone returned with an Imperial officer of uniform and gave it to Tim. Tim looked at it in disgust but put in on with great trepidation. Vader smiled amused and gently picked up Leia carrying her to a speeder. He waited impatiently for the clone and officer to enter.
Flying to the closest medical center, Vader thought about the young girl sleeping in the back. He could have provided medical attention, but her father would have to come to his home and he would not allow that, especially considering that her father may have been behind the attack.
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