I'm back with a brand new chapter!
If you've dropped a comment and I didn't respond then you want to read this, if you don't care about my responses to various comments, than skip over this.
I'm glad that many people enjoy this story and it always brings a smile to my face. A guest commented that they'd have preffered this to be the misadventures of the duo. I found it neccessary to adress some serious issues regarding her Force-sensitivity and the EVIL Emperor. The upcoming chapters will include more troubles father and daughter run into, serious and silly things. The Father-daughter reveal has been planned, but I feel that if I plopped the evidence before Vader he'd disregard it or go on a killing spree, so that isn't going to be happening in a while. Vader still has anger issues. Also in following chapter I'll try to work more canon characters in, especially Artoo and Threepio. About my Obi-Wan's OOCness, he hates me. Obi-Wan loathes me and wants to do his entirely own thing. My problem is that I've always believed that his portyral in the movies to be off. The rogue Jedi, who attacked Leia, is basically one that fell to the Darkside because of his grief over his dead commrades.
If I didn't get to your question, I'm very sorry. I prefer my AN to not be pages long as most people had similar questions. If you still want an answer either comment again or send me a PM.
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Leia shrieked as Lord Vader dove past another speeder, narrowly avoiding the building. Once she got over the fact Lord Vader could actually fly and wasn't about to get them killed, she found herself having a lot of fun. She could feel her stomach leap every time Lord Vader suddenly dropped his speeder. There had been one, absolutely terrifying occasion where he had actually turned off the engine. It was safe to say he wouldn't be doing that again as Leia spent five minutes yelling at him for it. She swore he had been amused.
With one final dive Vader parked in his designated spot in front of the Senate. Leia sat still for a moment, waiting for her heart rate to return to an acceptable pace. Leia turned to Vader and gave him a cheery smile.
"Today is a great day, remember you have meetings and therefore I get to be with Caden!"
"No," Vader replied as he exited the speeder and glared menacingly at a passerby who came too close for his liking.
Leia stared at him amused and clambered out of the speeder, "What do you mean no? You do have meetings. Or did I miss something when you were complaining about them for the past couple days all the time?"
Vader stopped walking, turning around to stare at her, "You have the wonderful job of taking notes during those meetings."
Leia groaned and quietly followed him. She really did not want to be demoted to the position of a scribe. Scribes were... boring.
"Aren't you worried about all that confidentiality stuff?"
Vader didn't reply for a moment, "Should I be? Are you planning something? Because if you are, remember that counts as treason."
Leia quickly shut up. She still remembered the stories her father had told, when unaware of her presence. Being accused of treason would strip away all her rights and that included the right to be healthy. Leia preferred herself with all her extremities.
Vader entered his office with Leia following behind him. To her great delight, although she could tell that Lord Vader had rather opposing views, her father was sitting there. A huge smile broke loose on her face. She had missed her father incredibly during her stay with Lord Vader. While she had learned a lot of cool stuff and the boring things, her father had been absent.
"Daddy!" she cried and she ran forward hugging him tightly, "Sorry for yelling at you. I missed you."
Her dad stroked her hair and returned the hug, "I've missed you too my sweetheart."
Behind her, Leia could feel Lord Vader shifting impatiently. Her father remained nonchalant and kneeled down so he could get a better look at her. Ignoring Lord Vader for the time being, Leia studied her father and the worry lines that adorned his face.
Lord Vader finally ran out of patience, "Senator what are you doing here?"
Bail stood up and Leia watched in amazement and worry as he faced Lord Vader, "I believe I'm seeing my daughter Lord Vader. I figured that since she'll have to be attending the ball this evening I could help her appear presentable."
"Definitely not."
"And why not? If it is such a big safety concern, then perhaps you can tag along. After all the Emperor said that we should be seen together."
Leia looked at her father worriedly as he mentioned meeting the Emperor and then back at Vader whose anger she could feel growing, "I am busy because, you see, I have an actual job."
"My daughter is supposed to be at the ball and if you disallow this, what do I tell His Majesty?"
"Not my problem," Vader replied callously as he began to collect data pads and prepare for his meeting.
Her father strode over to Leia and grabbed her hand, "Come on Leia, let's go."
Her eyes widened as she looked at her father. This was a terrible idea. In the weeks she had gotten to know Lord Vader, she was beginning to understand him, to know him. Despite their time together, Leia wouldn't dare to say she knew Lord Vader well. She just knew more than most people concerning his habits. Her father was blissfully unaware of Lord Vader's possessiveness.
Her father began to creep out of the doorway, seeking escape. Leia winced slightly as she heard the familiar hiss of a light saber being activated and felt the sudden searing heat near her arm.
"Release her," Lord Vader rumbled at her father.
Leia stared at the red lightsaber warily, it being far too close to her arm for comfort. Her father also gazed at it warily, but held her hand tightly. She glared at her father and then redirected her glare at Lord Vader. She did not enjoy being treated like an item, she was a person.
'Of course you are a person' a voice whispered in her head.
'Get out of my head!' she replied trying to think loudly.
'As you wish Princess' he replied and she could feel something dark retreat out of her head.
The lightsaber continued to hover dangerously and slowly her father let go of her hand. He crossed his arms and glared at Lord Vader. Leia sighed slightly as she observed them both, there existed such hostility between them. Both of them were mistrustful and she didn't know what could warrant such a response. Briefly she entertained the notion of them having once known each other, but that also didn't make sense. If they had known each other long ago then it would have been before the Empire, because her father had always hated Lord Vader. Unfortunately the theory that they knew each other before the Empire didn't make sense either as Lord Vader had no origin. He joined the Empire in his menacing black suit, wielding his bloody blade to do the Emperor's business.
"Lord Vader," her father began and Leia could hear the venomous tinge, "I am an upstanding citizen of this Empire."
The lightsaber retracted, "You are nothing of the sort Organa. I think you are closer to being a murderer than anything else. Your petty arguments aren't going to change anything. After all… they're just words."
"I'm not a murderer!"
"Your actions have led to people's deaths and you are a traitorous party."
Her father looked at Leia sadly, "I will take my leave then and you can be sure that the Emperor will know of this… And Lord Vader, you're responsible for those deaths. Just because she didn't agree, you choked the life out of her."
The door slid closed and Leia looked up at Lord Vader who seemed to be about to explode in anger. He stood there silently, his fists clenched and his head bowed. Leia too stood silently, unsure of what she should do. If it had been a friend of hers, she would have extended an arm in comfort. That of course was problematic, one didn't offer comfort to Darth Vader.
Lord Vader's back straightened and he called a couple data pads to his hand and then dropped them in Leia's arms, before storming out of the room. Leia rolled her eyes in exasperation and began to sprint after him. He really needed to learn that most people had much shorter legs.
Various Imperials fled to the side as Lord Vader stormed down the hall, his bad mood loomed like a thunder cloud. Leia skidded to a stop as Lord Vader paused before a door. He turned to look at her and Leia could just imagine is his confused expression, wondering why she had to skid to a stop.
The door slid open and Leia followed Lord Vader into the conference room. Leia gulped slightly as she caught sight of Tarkin and other high ranking Moffs. As Lord Vader stepped forward the Moffs stood up respectfully and waited to sit down until he had arrived at the end of the table. Surprising Leia, he didn't sit down, just crossed his arms. Tarkin scowled in her direction, as Leia leaned against the wall, trying to disappear.
"Lord Vader," Tarkin began, "This is a classified meeting, so may I ask what a little girl is doing here, who definitely does not have clearance."
Leia glared at Tarkin, "I seem to be carrying your datapads of utmost importance. Of course I'm going to relay everything that happens here, preferably from long range communicator."
Tarkin stood up angrily turning to Lord Vader, "Do you see what this girl is doing? She is going to wreak havoc!"
"Wow Tarkin, you really are an idiot, aren't you?"
"Excuse me!" he turned back to Lord Vader, "I demand that she is removed at once."
The Sith finally ran out of patience, "Enough! The Princess will stay and if anyone complains you are welcome to leave the room."
Leia looked up at him as he pointed to the chair in front of him, "Sit."
Leia walked forward and sat down, ignoring the awkwardness of having a person towering over her chair. She felt tiny, the chairs were not made for young people who had not experienced their growth spurt.
The Moffs eyed her silently as Lord Vader passed out the data pads. Leia took one for herself and began to document the meeting, bored out of her mind. She could swear on her life that the Moffs only cared about their personal wealth. The entire situation made her want to scream and strangle someone, especially Tarkin. He continued to insist that everyone else's projects were worthless and that he should receive extra funding. Leia wanted to roll her eyes at him. The financing department would have made sure that he had sufficient funding. Either Tarkin wished to line his own pocket, or he was building outside of the permitted plans.
A strange name caught her attention, "DS-1 Battle Station has been delayed."
"And how did this happen?" asked Lord Vader.
"The Wookies are restless."
"Well," he drawled, "perhaps instead of slaves you should use droids, much more reliable and cheaper."
"The Wookies are masters in technology, they are better than droids. We are not Separatists!"
"The galaxy did well enough using droids before the clone wars. Your prejudice blinds you."
Leia stifled another sigh as the room descended into bickering. This was worse than listening to the Senate, much worse. Her curiosity made her wonder what the DS-1 battle station was, it definitely didn't sound good, but she had a feeling that if she were to find out it would be the end of her. Military secrets were best left alone. She glanced up at Lord Vader and she could read his own exasperation. Maybe she should suggest that he was the Emperor's clone in that suit. Surely the Moffs didn't argue in front of the Emperor like this.
'Don't even think about it.'
'Will you please get out of my mind. It's disturbing… I could sue you for violating my privacy.'
'Wow you are so generous.'
Leia glanced around the table, 'I can see why you hate these meetings. Do they always bicker like this?'
'Unfortunately.'
'This is torture. Pure torture… What have I done to deserve such punishment?'
'You were being obnoxious and unsympathetic to the plight that is this meeting.'
'I'm so going to get revenge for this.'
'You can try.'
Abruptly Leia stood up in her chair, glaring at everyone, "Will you please stop bickering. It's annoying and pointless."
The Moffs turned to each other and then glared at her. Leia had to wonder about the brilliance of her suggestion, but it was so annoying having to listen to these idiots. They reminded her of school children and she'd never imagined adults to behave like this.
An older Moff who she didn't recognize tried to rebuke her, "You're just a little girl, what do you know of such affairs."
Finally Lord Vader decided to intervene, "Apparently she knows more than you. This meeting is now finished."
Before anyone could react Lord Vader, was already out of the door and Leia once again had to run to catch up with him. She shook her head slightly, the man was impossible.
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Darth Vader thrust his lightsaber forward as he destroyed another droid. Around him droids lay scattered, their limbs strewn around. A painful smile lit his face and he used the Force to blast another couple droids away. A small beeping noise reminded him of the time, and with a wave of his hands he turned all the droids off. Everything was too easy. He needed a Jedi to hunt down, an opponent worthy of his skills. He desperately needed practice against an opponent who was unpredictable. The problem was there were hardly any Jedi left and it was difficult enough to find the rest. The Jedi may have been stupid, but all the true idiots had already died. Perhaps he could leave the next one alive and use him as a sparring partner. He scowled, his master would never agree.
Grabbing his cape, he palmed the door and stepped outside, needing to find his young charge and prepare for the stupid ball his master insisted on holding. Fortunately Leia was a quick study and could now sufficiently shield her Force-presence.
"Tim," he barked to the young man, "Where is Leia?"
"She's having dinner."
Vader nodded and headed off to his conference room, which had been converted into a dining room. His thoughts turned to his young charge. She was admirable in a way, always trying to her best and thinking about other people. He felt a pang of regret as he thought about her, so like Padmé, filled with life. Yet despite the similarities, when he compared her to his dead wife, she didn't compare. They had similar goals and strengths, but personality wise they were unlike. Leia had a fiery temper, unlike Padmé who was always calm. Rarely did Leia think before she acted, always preferring to be in action. She made plans, but unless she prepared she acted by instinct and responded with sarcasm. With a start he realized he was describing himself. He also possessed a temper that rivaled most and even during his time as a Jedi he reacted in anger and preferred action. Leia also hated meditation.
He groaned as he once again he realized he was comparing her to himself or his wife. It was almost as if he expected her to be his daughter, which was ridiculous. He enjoyed her presence, despite how she infuriated him. She was calming and fun. Had he been so starved for normal interactions with someone that he was using Leia as some sort of pseudo daughter? He was going insane. He had to find a solution and unfortunately going to a therapist wouldn't work. He could already imagine what would happen, either the therapists ran away as far as they could or he killed them after they pushed too far. Life was becoming too confusing. It used to be so simple and straightforward. He would kill some Jedi and then listen to his master prattle on and hunt some more Jedi down. Simple.
Vader entered the dining room and looked down at Leia, "We're leaving for the ball now."
She looked up in surprise from her dinner, "I thought we weren't going with the way you were talking to my father earlier," her voice settled into panic, "I've got nothing to wear!"
"Caden got you something, also I don't see any problem with what you are wearing."
Vader had the feeling that was the wrong thing to say as she turned to face him with a glare, "That's because you're color blind."
"Am not," he retorted well aware that he was lying.
"Yes you are."
"My eyes are perfectly fine Princess."
"Nope."
He groaned slightly, it was impossible to win an argument with her over something so petty, "Caden should've brought the dress to your room. Go put it on, I don't want to be late for meeting the Emperor."
Leia's face paled and quickly left the room. At least she still had a healthy dose of fear for the Emperor. He desperately hoped that Leia would not lose her temper, he had no intention of her having to suffer through his Master's sadistic punishments.
It took a couple minutes and Leia exited her room nicely dressed with her hair down. She shot him a dirty glare which caused Vader to want to bang his head against the wall multiple times in succession. She was impossible to deal with.
The duo approached the Imperial Throne Room and he could feel Leia's nervousness. The door slid open and he strode forward, kneeling in front of his master. Behind him he could feel Leia approach and also kneel, unsure.
"Rise my friend," his master commanded.
He rose and stood off to the side, as his Master regarded the Princess.
"Stand up child," his master commanded, "It's not proper for friends to bow to each other. I do hope we can become friends Leia?"
Leia's skepticism washed over him and he wondered how his master could not feel it, "I
would hope so, but why would you wish to associate yourself with someone like me, Your Highness?"
"Why child, I think you would be a great asset for the Empire."
Vader felt himself stiffen, did his Master know?
"I don't know how I could help the glorious Empire, it seems to be doing well with your guidance."
"Child you have many skills. It would be a shame not to use them."
Vader swallowed nervously, his Master knew. He was a fool to try to keep something from the man. While not omniscient his Master had spies everywhere.
"Skills, your highness?"
His Master stood up and walked towards Leia, a gnarled hand resting on her shoulder, "Yes my dear, why you remind me of a certain Senator. Surely, you know of Amidala?"
Leia nodded, "She was a great person… I find her inspiring."
"Yes, she certainly was inspiring. A beacon of hope, unfortunately dissenters killed her. You my child, I believe I can always count on doing the right thing. You are trustworthy? You will make sure that no rebels can ever disturb the sanctity of the Empire."
Vader felt his grief rise up, as his Master mentioned her. So long he had gone without thinking about her, but all of a sudden she was rising to the surface of his thoughts unbidden. It had to stop, he was going to drive himself insane. Her angelic face was swimming in front of his eyes. She was surrounded by fire, begging him to help her, to save her, to let go. He closed his eyes, trying to ward the image away. He loved her, still was in love, but she was gone. He could not bring the dead back, he could not save her, every death was on his hands. He was responsible. He had failed everyone he had cared for. Obi-Wan may have betrayed him, but he still had failed his former Master. He hadn't been able to save Obi-Wan, to show how wrong he was. When they'd meet on the battlefield again, it would be to kill. There was nothing he could do.
Leia looked at the Emperor, avoiding his burning eyes, "I will of course help the Empire, but I'm afraid that I don't agree with everything."
"Like what?" asked the Emperor, while Vader once again wanted to bang his head, or maybe stab himself with his lightsaber, Leia was throwing caution to the wind.
"There's still slavery, it's not right. They're supposed to be free. I also don't like it when people die."
"But child, so many fewer things would get done without slaves. They help the Empire grow and once the work is done they are free. And people have to die… everyone dies, but we have to kill because certain people pose a threat to the Empire. They're deaths help the Empire remain stable."
Leia nodded slightly, "But can't we free the slaves, surely droids are better and more reliable. And why do we have to rip apart families, instead of execution, wouldn't it be easier for the prisoners to work for the Empire."
The Emperor nodded at Leia, "Why girl, that's exactly why you are so precious to the Empire. You give us ideas that nobody else has. I foresee a bright future for you. I'll see if I can help free some slaves… Now I have some private business to talk about with Lord Vader. Why don't you head off to the ball and enjoy yourself."
Leia nodded happily and with a hurried bow, ran out of the room, leaving Vader alone, unable to hide his unease. She was sure to get into trouble.
"What is it Lord Vader? Are you afraid she'll hate you because it's ridiculous. Everyone hates you and perhaps she doesn't see it now, but in the future she will."
"Yes Master," Vader murmured thinking back to his vision, "I'm just unsure that she'll be fine unsupervised."
"And why would that be?"
"Master," Vader began in exasperation, "She's an energetic child that has been cooped up for too long. Yesterday I found her in the trash compactor."
"Vader… what did you do?"
"I left her alone for five minutes… with a clone trooper."
"And what happened to the trooper?"
"Apparently, the Princess convinced the trooper to not follow his orders. I found them both in the trash compactor. She said she wanted to try a science experiment. I'm being driven insane. She needs more freedom, she wants too many things which I'm in no position to give. She wishes to attend school and to go outside, see the planet. She's just bored out of her mind and until that changes her goal is to drive me out of my mind."
His Master remained silent for a while, "And what do you suggest my apprentice?"
"Send her to school so I can get my work done."
"What of her loyalties to the Empire?"
"She is skeptical, questions everything and is annoyingly suspicious. She no longer believes all Imperials to be evil. I think that's enough progress."
"I didn't ask you what you think Vader!" the Emperor paused, "Let her see her father once a week and go to school. I want you to rat out her father. Don't kill him, instead use him to track down all of his accomplices. I will not have a rebellion forming. For now the rebel sectors are uncoordinated and shall remain that way, unless planets begin to fund them. Do not allow that to happen Vader."
"Yes Master."
"You're leaving tomorrow Vader."
"What of the Princess Master?"
"She'll go with you. A couple of the Outer Rim worlds are banding together and trying to form a resistance. There's rumor of a Jedi among them. Hunt down the Jedi, but keep him or her alive, kill the rest."
"Of course Master."
"You're dismissed Vader."
Vader bowed to his Master and headed for the door. Leia was going to hate him after the next mission, but he could not disobey his master. It would be… impractical. He was curious who the rumored Jedi could be, there were hardly any remaining.
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Feeling relieved Leia leaned against the wall, glad that the meeting with the Emperor was over. Rolling her shoulders, she began to walk to the hall where the ball was being held. A movement out of the corner of her eye caused her to turn around. In the shadows Tarkin stood, and a young male handed a package to him before slipping off again. Succumbing to curiosity she followed the elusive figure, through the halls of the Imperial Palace, eventually coming outside.
A sudden force slammed her against the wall, "Why are you following me!"
She groaned slightly, trying to push back against her attacker, "I wasn't following you."
"Yes you were."
"Wow, talk about attitude. What about I ask you why you were in the Imperial Palace?"
The stranger released her, "Because I have the blaster."
Leia groaned as she looked up at the rather scruffy character and raised her hands, "Look I didn't mean any harm."
"Then why did you follow me?"
"Because you just handed a package to that idiot Tarkin," she cringed realizing what she had said and hoped the guy wasn't an imperial spy or something.
The guy laughed and lowered his blaster, "Ha, you do have a temper."
Leia wasn't necessarily feeling forgiving having just come out of a meeting with wrinkles and tackled him. She rolled away and grabbed the blaster, before standing back up.
Training the blaster on the guy, "Who are you?"
He raised his hands warily, "Tony. I'm just your average guy."
Leia raised her eyebrow, "What about you tell me your real name nerf head."
"Come one," he whined, "There is no need to be all insulting. How old are you even?"
"Ten," she replied.
The guy groaned, "This is embarrassing I'm being held at blaster point by a ten year old. The guys are never going to let me live this down… Look, um person, whose name I do not know. I'm Han. Han Solo. That eh, Tarkin guy just wanted some stuff so I delivered it, honest."
Leia nodded and warily lowered the blaster, "Why did you tackle me?"
"Not fair, I already answered one question and you never answered mine. SO, who are you?"
Haughtily, "Leia Organa, Princess of Alderaan."
"I got taken down by a Princess! This is beyond fair, it transcends the realm of fair. It's unjust. It's…"
"Shut up."
"Why your worshipfulness aren't you just rainbows and sunshine."
"I'm really tempted to shoot your smirk off with this blaster."
"Hey trigger happy Princess, you're only proving my point. How do you know how to shoot a gun anyway? Aren't you some spoiled socialite?"
"That's just rude. Being a Princess is awful. I have to sneak out to do anything fun!"
"Huh, I guess you aren't that bad," his face lit up with a mischievous smile, "Do you race?"
"I am so going to beat you…"
Han covered his heart with his hand, "Why I'm the best pilot the galaxies seen since"
"The last minute, second maybe."
"Oh you are so on."
Leia smiled slightly. Han was strange, and definitely had a unique sense of humor and an ego the size of a starship. He had some rather appealing qualities. He didn't seem all so bad.
"So what did you hand Tarkin?"
He scratched his head, "I may have switched the package with my chocolate. Want to see?"
Leia laughed, he definitely wasn't the most honest fellow, "Of course."
Gingerly Han unwrapped the package revealing a couple stones, "Well that's undramatic. He paid me a hundred credits to deliver stones?"
"They aren't normal stones laser brain. Maybe there's something inside of them."
Han nodded and picked up a stone and chucked it at the wall. It cleanly halved in the middle revealing a beautiful purple crystal.
"Now that's interesting," he faced Leia and gave her a mock bow, "If you ever get tired of your boring life, feel free to join me," an alarm went off inside the palace, "Kriff! Tarkin found the chocolate."
Han hurriedly picked up the rocks and stuffed them in his sack. Leia looked at him, wondering if she should risk helping the enigmatic man. It would endanger her, but perhaps it would be worth it. Things were too boring anyway.
"Wait Han, you won't get very far that way. I have a plan."
"Lead the way Your Highness."
"Don't call me that, it makes me think of the Emperor."
"Ok… your worshipfulness."
Rolling her eyes Leia re-entered the Palace and beckoned Han to follow. Stopping underneath an air vent, she hurriedly pointed to it and the bag. Han nodding in understanding gave her the bag.
Ten minutes later, Han in a questionably obtained outfit joined her for the ball.
"Are you sure this will work Princess?"
"Leia", she corrected gently, "Of course it will work, it's my plan."
"That's not reassuring," he pulled at the collar, "How does anyone wear this, I'm itching all over."
"Relax, don't think about the itch."
"Not helping!" he looked around, "What do I do if someone asks me who I am."
"I'll think of something then."
Han glared at her, "So basically you have no plan."
Leia returned the look, "Hey I got you this far."
"Ah Leia," said someone to her right and she squeaked slightly and turned around to face her father, "Who's your friend?"
"I'm most curious to that as well," rumbled a deep voice and the familiar hiss of the respirator filled the air.
Leia scowled at her father and Lord Vader wondering how they both could sneak up on her so well.
Next to her Han stammered, "I'm… I… Ah… Excuse me," and turned to go.
"You are not dismissed" rumbled Vader, "Leia… is he your boyfriend?"
"No, that's disgusting! He's a boy..." Leia cried, at the same time that Han shouted, "But she's annoying."
Scowling Leia turned to Han, "I'm not annoying!"
"Well I'm not a disgusting boy."
"Yes you are, all boys are gross!"
"I'm so not gross, you're gross!"
"Am not!"
"Am too!"
Caught up in their argument Leia could feel her father make a hurried departure and Lord Vader leave exasperatedly. It didn't stop them from forgetting the insults they had given each other and as such continued to argue on who was more disgusting and annoying. When the party finally ended, both of them stormed away from each other. Leia desperately hoped that she'd never see the nerf-herder again. She was pretty sure those were the exact thoughts of the other boy.
As she entered Lord Vader's speeder, he finally decided to speak, "So how did you like him?"
"He's terrible. I hate that nerf-herder laser brained son of a bantha!" Leia shouted in anger and then realized what Lord Vader asked, "Of course I don't like him, he's a boy!"
"I fell in love with a girl when I was nine."
"Ew," Leia cried, "That's disgusting… and wrong. Boys are terrible."
"Am I so terrible Princess?" Lord Vader asked curiously.
"No, you're not a boy," Leia concluded firmly.
"I'm truly at loss," Vader replied and drove the rest of the way silently, never replying to Leia's continued curses under her breath.
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I hope the chapter was enjoyable and the dialogue is realistic. One of my greatest shortcomings in writing, is the dialogue. I feel bad for asking for reviews, but it is the only way I get feedback. I wish to know how I can improve my writing, where discrepancies are arising, if a character is being neglected…
Han Solo arrived in this chapter and I feel so glad to have finally written that scene, which basically existed since I've begun the story.
The next part is a little silly snippet with Artoo that didn't really fit in. It takes place on the way to the ball.
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Artoo whistled cheerfully had Threepio who was following him from a distance. The small droid could see their destination arriving, Vader's Palace. Ignoring Threepio's usual laments about death and doom, he rolled forward. It was a sad thing that his rockets were broken, but Master Ani hadn't called him the most useful droid for nothing. He was Artoo the decimator of Separatist droids and he still had the spirit. He would help the Princess and get back at his former Master. Ani had done something unspeakable.
Artoo whistled at Threepio to stop being so wimpy and stopped suddenly as his path was obstructed.
"Oh my," Threepio cried, "Artoo we're going to be scrap metal now, I just know it. This is all your fault."
"Artoo!" exclaimed another voice in excitement.
The astromech had found the Princess and his old master, getting out of the way was seeming like a good idea. He could shock Ani then spray oil everywhere. It was a brilliant idea. Perhaps it could shock the Princess and then make his daring escape. No, it would sacrifice Threepio. Ani always liked Threepio more.
Coming up with a plan, Artoo rolled backwards shoved Threepio forward and began rolling away as fast as it could.
"Wait for me! Artoo wait. Don't leave me here to die!" followed the droid all the way back to Organa's apartment.