It took me a while and I'll explain at the end which kriffing person had to be rewritten way too often and am still not satisfied with!
Well... besides that I've had a fun three/four week absence and had quite an adventure with bikes, 10lb of fish, lots of spaghetti, lots of bacon, Risk (the game), Resistance (the card game), and getting lost. Oh... and I saw Finding Dory which is a perfectly good movie. It was quite amusing since I went with some friends and in the theater there was a four/five year old sitting next to us with her parents and a bunch of us old kids are hyped about seeing Finding Dory.
Also there's a poll on my profile page... so if you have an account head on over there.
Also I've been forgetting my disclaimers... Disney I'm sorry, but I'm too lazy to do them and I'm quite sure it's on my profile, but am too lazy to check.
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Obi-Wan stood up slowly, cracked his back, and strode to answer the door. He could tell that Luke's aunt and uncle were behind the door and opened it without the usual hesitance known to Tatooine natives. Owen gave him a grim smile and walked into the homestead, immediately sweeping Luke into a hug. Staring at Luke's happy face and feeling his joy, Obi-Wan turned around hastily, unable to suppress bittersweet memories of Anakin.
"Everything alright Ben?" asked Beru as she walked into the kitchen with a bag of groceries, "No trouble while we were gone?"
He felt a smile forming, "Luke was an angel as always," he paused as he looked over to Luke, "There is something I'd like to talk to you and Owen about."
Owen, who had finally freed himself from the hyper ten year old, strode over, "Why don't we talk in the kitchen then."
Obi-Wan inclined his head in acquiescence and looked at the son of his best friend, "Luke, there's something I need to talk about with your aunt and uncle. Would you give us a few minutes?"
Frowning slightly, Luke nodded before turning around and scampering to his room. It hurt Obi-Wan to watch the child who was so like his father, yet unmistakably, his mother's. Luke was his opportunity to attone for his failures, yet looking at him he could often think of his failings. Sadly he entered the kitchen and let the door slide shut.
"What's this about Ben?" inquired Owen, who poured himself a cup of blue milk.
Obi-Wan winced slightly as he remembered the news, "Have either of you heard of the arrest of Bail Organa for treason."
Confusion marred the couple's faces and Beru looked at him pointedly, "No we haven't, but what would that have to do with us?"
A rather colorful curse resounded through Obi-Wan's mind, this conversation was going to be difficult, "Bail Organa was a former friend of mine," he began.
Beru, ever the caring woman, "Oh, Ben, that's… that's terrible. I'm so sorry. Do you need anything? Really, let us know if you need anything."
He cringed slightly, avoiding her eyes, "Bail was there when Luke was born and knew the father. He also, unfortunately, knows where I brought Luke to."
Siping the blue milk, Owen raised an eyebrow, "While unfortunate, why would that matter?"
Sometimes Obi-Wan wondered if his Ben persona was who he was becoming, "I'm a Jedi… so was Anakin."
A look of comprehension dawned on Owen's face, "We don't have a lot, but we can see about getting you offworld."
It was rather surprising Anakin wasn't related to these people, on the other hand it could just be the planet's atmosphere that made people take everything literally, "Luke, as the son of a Jedi, would be highly sought after by the Empire. He would be killed."
There was of course the option of Luke being turned to the darkside by Vader, but saying that wasn't going to help Luke. He wondered if he could convince the Lars family to go into hiding and at least change Luke's last name. Already he could feel a dark shadow coming to Tatooine. It was his imagination, but he could imagine. There would be a Star Destroyer and on it would be Leia with burning yellow eyes. Vader would come down to the surface with his legion and Obi-Wan would desperately usher the Lars out of the homestead only for them to be shot down. He had no doubt that Vader would reserve his death for himself. There'd be the red lightsaber and it would cut him down. A shudder ran down his spine.
"Ben?" someone asked and he turned around to face Owen, "We'll be fine. If your friend were to give up your location he'd be destroying his honor."
Obi-Wan shook his head, "Vader arrested him-"
"Who?"
Ignoring the interruption, "and I doubt anyone can resist his form of torture. Furthermore Vader can read minds and since Bail has been arrested for treason, Vader will tear through his mind completely."
"We can't leave," Beru immediately objected, "The graves have to be tended too. If we die, then at least we will join our ancestors, not be drifters."
Pinching his nose tiredly, Obi-Wan bemoaned beliefs overtaking common sense, "Look, can you at least change Luke's last name?"
Owen glared at him, "No. His grandmother was named Skywalker, so was his father. Names allow people to be free."
"Look, you can still call Luke a Skywalker, but when the Empire comes knocking or you register him at the local school as planned, perhaps you can put down your own last name. After all you're his uncle and brothers tend to have the same last name."
"We're half brothers Ben and I loved Shmi like my own mother, I can't dishonor her name like that."
Anakin would be laughing if he was there to watch Obi-Wan, the esteemed negotiator, fail at negotiations, which wasn't going to happen, "I'm sure Luke's grandmother would understand. She'd rather have him safe than caught by the Empire and enslaved by them."
Beru looked at him suspiciously, "You said he'd be killed."
"There are… rumors," Obi-Wan began as he set his cup down, "They talk of a group of people called the Inquisitors. They are… they kill and destroy and cut down the Emperor's enemies. People that… disappear are said to become Inquisitors."
Beru nibbled on her lips slightly, "Fine, we'll register him by that name, but that's it. We're staying right here."
Putting away some of the groceries, Owen gave his own reply, "We won't let him forget his heritage, but the Empire doesn't need to know it."
Giving a customary bow, Obi-Wan turned to the door, "I won't be available to babysit Luke for a while. Keep an eye on the news will you?"
Before he could get through the door, Owen stopped him with a short "Why?"
Laughing sadly, Obi-Wan gave them a small salute, "I believe I'm going to be the bait. I've heard that Jedi are very luscious targets."
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The shuttle gently eased off the ground and through the windows Leia could see two others rising slowly. One contained the excess stormtroopers finally leaving Alderaan although there were still more on her planet than when she had arrived and the other shuttle transported the prisoners. In it was her father and the numerous Alderaanian who had the misfortune of falling under investigation.
Within her shuttle though was her mother, her Aunt Katherine and two of the royal guard, faithfully standing besides them. Leia smiled painfully at her mother, someone who she hadn't seen since Aurora and a nagging suspicion told her it was Lord Vader's fault. The man in question though was glaring at her coldly from behind his mask with his arms crossed because she refused to sit down. Her entire life was changing, but she wouldn't miss the chance to see Alderaan from the atmosphere. It could very well be the last time she did and ascent into space through the clouds would always remain one of the most beautiful things to observe. Of course everyone else on the shuttle disagreed.
Besides her family and the Imperials, which fortunately didn't include Tarkin, were the Naberies. Despite how much she loved her honorary family, it made no sense for them to be hitching a ride on a Star Destroyer to Coruscant. It seemed that Aunt Sola had somehow managed to coerce Lord Vader into letting them on.
Through the window, Leia could see the buildings growing tinier and fading into a colorful patchwork. Faint wispy clouds broke around the shuttle and a small smile formed on her face. Then they were in space and she could see the planet, half of it illuminated by the sun making her nearly forget all the sorrow the recent days had caused her. The shuttle banked slightly to the side and the view disappeared replaced by the intimidating view of a fleet of Star Destroyers.
Artoo beeped sadly and she smiled weakly at him. Somehow she couldn't shake the feeling that something big was happening and that it would be a long time or maybe forever until she saw Alderaan again. A desperate feeling took hold of her and she twisted around, trying to get another glimpse of the planet she had called home for ten years. She couldn't see it and as she attempted to run over to the other window a hand clamped down on her shoulder. Looking up, she saw Lord Vader and she nodded silently, sitting down in her seat while a dark pit grew in her stomach.
A slight shudder went through the shuttle as it landed and the hatch opened to reveal another Imperial officer surrounded by more stormtroopers. Lord Vader exited first and she watched how the Imperials bowed slightly. He was by far the most powerful person on the ship and it showed in their mannerism and the overwhelming fear she could feel.
Leia turned around to her mother, seeking familial comfort, only for once again a hand to stop her. Caden gently pushed her to the ramp and she walked forward to the sea of Imperials. Despite her age, she was acutely aware that she and her family didn't look like visiting dignitaries, like those that arrived on Alderaan, but more like prisoners flanked by stormtroopers.
Her father may have been officially designated as a traitor, but she and her family were so obviously prisoners that it hurt. It wasn't enough for the Empire to frame one man, but they also had to ruin the rest of the family. Judging from the tight frown on Aunt Katherine's face, she too caught the implications of their entrance. The fact that she had said nothing was extraordinary.
Caden slowly guided her over to Lord Vader who was conversing with the officer that had greeted them. The stripes on his uniform marked him clearly as an Admiral.
As she walked right up to Lord Vader, the Admiral spared a glance at her before continuing with the conversation, "...we will of course house your men."
Lord Vader remained silent for a while letting his respirator fill the silence, "Admiral Leeson," he pointed at Leia, "this is the Princess of Alderaan. You'll be showing her and the Naberie family the best quarters on board which they'll be sharing. I'm sure that won't be an issue."
The Admiral's face became slightly pinched, "Of course not," and Leia had to wonder what he had done to make Lord Vader upset, "What of the rest of the royal family?"
"I'm sure your officer's won't mind sharing a room so the Queen and her sister-in-law may have somewhere to stay."
"Of course not Lord Vader," he replied before turning to Leia and giving a slight bow, "Your highness, will you follow me please?"
"Yes sir," Leia replied and slipped her hand into Aunt Sola's. They followed the Admiral out of the hangar bay followed by silence, except the regular hiss of the respirator. It was a great relief for everyone when the door slid closed behind them and the sound of the respirator ceased. Leia smiled slightly as she observed the Admiral visibly relax as his shoulders settled into a more natural looking position.
Of course his talking wasn't preferred, "So you're a princess?"
"Yes… why?" she replied raising her eyebrows.
"I've never met one before considering royalty is considered outdated."
The Nabberies shifted behind her uncomfortably while Leia replied coldly, "So you consider the Emperor as outdated?"
The Admiral stopped walking and turned around, "No… of course not. He isn't… no… he isn't a princess," and shut up.
Leia frowned but didn't say anything as the Admiral hurried over through the corridors and left them in a lavish room. A glass strip ran through the far wall showing the full glory of space, or in this instance hyperspace. The door slid open behind them again so that two stormtroopers could deposit their luggage and guide Threepio inside.
"Mistress Leia, how good it's to see you. The storage hold was simply awful, why I don't think they've ever cleaned it. This is a most dreadful situation and I think Lord Vader was quite displeased with me."
Her chest tightened and she felt a tear slide down her face. The past few days caught up to her and tears began to leak out of her eyes. She hadn't seen her mother in days and when finally able to, they hadn't been able to talk. Her father was somewhere in pain for a crime he didn't commit and she might never see her planet again.
"Mistress, mistress," cried Threepio, "Oh dear… was it something I said?"
Leia shaked her head, but the tears kept flowing and she was soon surrounded by reassuring hands and warm hugs. Aunt Sola seemed to realize how overwhelmed she was becoming and slowly coaxed her into another room and let the door silently close behind them.
"Leia, what's wrong?"
She hiccuped slightly and pulled her knees toward herself, "I miss Mommy."
Aunt Sola sat down besides her and rubbed her back, "I bet she misses you to and it is a bit of a journey, I'm sure we can find a way to visit her."
Shaking her head, Leia let herself be pulled into a hug, "We aren't guests, we're the other prisoners who just happen to be dressed nicely."
"Now, now, sweetie. I'm here because I wanted to be with you," Aunt Sola whispered, pushing stray hairs out of her face, "I'm no prisoner and you're none either."
"But Mommy is… I am too."
"No, no, Leia. You're not a prisoner. These accommodations would never be used for anyone who had the status of a prisoner."
Leia looked at the door sadly, "The only reason Mommy isn't a cell is because you'd raise a fuss and Lord Vader wouldn't want that. That's the same reason I am here. It's a gilded cage."
Her honorary aunt was silent for a while, "And if it was? What would you do then… Would you try to escape?"
She let out a hysterical laugh, "I wouldn't be able to. He'd find me again and bring me back. He… I'm the only person he cares about… but he'll never let me go. Wherever I'm transferred to, because I'm such a sweet child and they need to keep me safe from the nefarious rebels, there'll always be him in the shadows."
Guilt flooded off of her aunt, "Why does he care?"
She shrugged and wiped away a tear, "He just does. He might… might even like me. He'll keep me from harm, like an avenging angel."
A shudder ran through her aunt and she spoke softly to Leia, "I'm sorry. I don't think that he's that sort of person though. He's killed hundreds and whatever he feels about you, it won't have good consequences."
The consequences of Lord Vader caring for her had never been something she had thought about. Her parents cared about her and kept her safe to the best of their abilities. They tried to keep her happy and spoiled, while preparing her for the real world. If Lord Vader cared he'd protect her from physical harm and in her mind she could see the lengths he would go. In a way he was lonely and she could see him relentlessly tearing through the galaxy to find her. He'd lock her away if it'd keep her alive and would kill her if she ever betrayed the miniscule trust Lord Vader had given her.
"No, but denying him will destroy everyone else," Leia finally replied as she wiped the last of the tears away, "I just wish I could be with my family."
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Vader stared at the recording of his last session with Organa. The coward still refused to disclose the location of Kenobi and there was another secret buried in his mind, hidden even more than Kenobi. The man knew something he'd die for and Vader couldn't turn the former Senator into a talking vegetable, the media would've been displeased and as a result, so would his master. Then there was also the fact that Leia wanted to talk to the man she had called father for all of her life. Oh he knew it was cruel to her, but he wanted nobody near his little angel and that included the thieves. The longing he felt from Leia constantly warred with his hatred for the Organas. The only consolation was that the Queen had no idea. The idea of revealing what her husband had done to the Queen was so tempting, but her shields were so pathetic that the Emperor would know in a heartbeat.
Growling slightly he turned off the mocking recording and strode out of his chamber. For some reason he couldn't remember, he had let the Naberies accompany the royal family. They were annoying, stubborn, and brought up memories best left in the past. Following the bond he held with his daughter, he approached her room.
The door opened with a wave of his fingers and he stepped inside. Sola looked up from her unpacking and glared at him. He rolled his eyes at her predictability and turned away from her to spot Leia.
"Vader, you can't just enter a room without warning," shrieked Pooja, which he ignored.
Leia looked up from her own unpacking and he could feel her sadness as she stared at him with her innocent eyes. Something pulled at him and he was reminded of a time when Padmé would stare at her with her brown eyes. He desperately wished that he could see her beyond the red tinted lenses. It didn't matter though because she was his daughter and he'd never let her go again. Organa may have stolen her, but the Force had given him a chance to have his daughter back and he wouldn't let the opportunity slip through his fingers.
"Is everything fine Leia?" he asked as he gently prodded her mind.
Leia smiled lightly and nodded, "Yes Lord Vader."
He sensed her sadness and Sola moving behind him, "I need to talk to Mrs. Naberrie for a moment, but afterwards I can give you a tour of the ship."
A small smile graced her lips and she whispered, "Thank you."
TIlting his head slightly, he acknowledged her and then turned around, "Come," he ordered Sola. She followed him out into the hallway and through the labyrinth of what was known as the Star Destroyer. The Force let him pull her along when she hesitated and it reminded her of who was in power. At last he stopped by his quarters and let the door slide open and gestured for her to go inside.
"What do you want?" she asked as she turned around to glare at him again.
"You made a deal," he informed her as his arms crossed to stare at the small woman.
Sola gazed at him for a while, her eyes searching his mask, "I did. I said I'd consider it if you let me come."
Anger built up inside of him, "And I agreed. Now you'll sign over the rights."
A delight taste of fear rolled off of her although it didn't show on her face, "I'll do no such thing until I'm sure Leia will be fine."
For a moment he didn't react, but the assumption that he'd hurt his daughter caused an explosion of anger and the Force blasted Sola off of her feet, "Right now, the only life you should be worried about is your own."
Sola rose again, picking herself off the floor gingerly and stared at him coldly, "You can't kill me and you need my permission."
The darkside begged him to kill her for her impudence, but he couldn't and wouldn't do that, it'd be too problematic. Instead of lashing out with the Force he strode forward so that Sola had to crane her neck to look up at him.
"Do you know," he began conversationally, "There are very few things I don't get when I want something… Of course I won't kill you. It's not that I can't but the Emperor rather likes parading your family around for the victory celebration. You're family is almost as good as the real thing, Amidala."
"Monster," she spat at him, "Leia would be better off with anyone but you."
It was amusing how she tried to argue and the anger faded to be replaced with sadistic glee, "So no… I won't kill you, but I can easily make your life hell," as he spoke Sola's face paled drastically, "there wouldn't be a mark of course, that'd be rather difficult to explain."
To prove his point he used the Force to press a nerve briefly which caused her to cry out in pain and collapse to the ground. Looking up from her fetal position, she stared at him, "You've proven your point Vader-"
"Lord vader," he interrupted calmly as he let pain encompass her body again.
Panting heavily, she stared at him fearfully, "Lord Vader, I'd do anything for Leia. If you want her I need to see her. She says you care for her, which I doubt, but she trusts you and I do not know who you monsters will give her to. I've no doubt there are others like you Lord Vader who want her as some sort of trophy."
Vader snarled slightly under his mask as he imagined Leia going to another man, someone like Tarkin, he would never allow it, "She is no trophy."
He felt an emotion, similar to relief, but not quite it flash through her, "Thank you Lord Vader. Let me see her for a month throughout the year please. Do that and I'll never contest your claim and I'll sign the papers."
"A week," he replied calmly as he stood still.
Her throat quivered slightly, "Three weeks… please Lord Vader, she's family."
With the Force he called a datapad to his hand before looking down at Sola again. She suspected strongly whose daughter Leia was and the knowledge gave her strength. His anger roared around him and it pushed against the walls, but he didn't let it loose like it so desperately wanted. Leia would've been mad if he had.
"Three weeks, but only if Leia agrees to see you," he proposed.
Straightening, "Yes Lord Vader, I agree."
He tilted his head in acknowledgement and looked at the datapad. His fingers moved swiftly across it to amend the contract before handing it over to her. Sola read the words slowly and carefully signed the document before handing it over to her.
Surprising himself, he said, "Thank you," before turning around and leaving. He had promised Leia a tour after all and intended to go through with that promise.
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Negia Rathlin was always an original personality. He did things his own way and followed a rather strange, but strict moral code. When the Republic fell he had thought nothing would change. He was a spacer, someone who lived their life on a spaceship with no regard to planetary problems. But the Empire did cause him trouble through new laws and better patrols to striking deals with the Hutts, allowing the gangsters to travel freely.
Somehow in the first few years he had taken to helping people. Once he had cared nothing for others, but now he funded families who took care of others. The occasional Jedi that escaped the Empire would also make it into his care. They never met him, which was probably for the best because the Empire always found them. The worst was when they found the kids, innocent children who just happened to be born cursed with the Force. There were some orphans though that survived though, like Tim.
He loaded his blaster carefully and carefully stacked the grenades in his bag. He had to earn the money to fund his operation somehow so he raided the Empire. It was a small consolation for all the lives they took. This mission though was slightly different; Tim had disappeared and he needed to know what happened to the youth.
The ship floated closer to the prison. He'd release as many people he could, but his priority was breaking into headquarters. Within that small room, agents filtered through thousands of Imperial messages every hour and archived them. His only chance at finding Tim was within that room.
He pushed a small button and watched as his cargo door opened and the former Separatist droids floated out. Everything was going to plan. The droids would distract the Imperials and force them to open the hangar to let out the TIE fighters which would let him dock within it. His scanner beeped lightly. Tapping his visor, to confirm it was still on his head, he turned towards the scanner. A small ship was quickly approaching, specifically a Delta-7, a Jedi starfighter. His mouth dropped wondering who was enough of a crazy idiot to pilot one of those right under the Empire's nose. He winced slightly as he watched the starfighter head right at the prison, and him.
A Jedi wannabe was ruining all of his his carefully made plans. Growling at the annoyance, he commanded a few of the droids to head towards the wall. It was time to deal a blow to the Empire, an explosive one. Efficiently, he slipped into a spacesuit, prepared for the brief stint in space.
His faithful astromech beeped at him kindly and he patted the dome, "You know what to do buddy."
A flash of light and he floated into the prison. Seconds later the backup magnetic fields went online and destabilized the atmosphere. Through the hole in the wall, he could see the Jedi starfighter skilfully dodging the fire from the TIEs until a tractor beam finally managed to catch onto it. It seemed the pilot's skill had changed the kill on sight order.
Shaking his head, he hoisted his blaster and walked down the corridor. He'd leave the fool to his death, there was chaos to cause and Tim to find. With these thoughts he walked down the corridor. Upon hearing approaching footsteps, he ducked out of sight.
Five minutes later, and a loud resounding crash, a lone stormtrooper emerged from the hallway shouting about an ambush. Beneath the mask of the stormtrooper, Negia smiled.
Confidently he approached headquarters only to stop in surprise at a an old man wielding a blue lightsaber in the corridor. It wasn't possible that the Jedi starfighter contained a real Jedi.
"So are you going to shoot me or just stand there?" the old man asked.
Negia blinked under the helmet and tightened his grip on the blaster, the man could be an agent of the Empire for all he knew, "Why are you here?"
The man disengaged the lightsaber, "You're not a stormtrooper are you?"
He shook his head, "Where are you heading?"
A small weary smile crept onto the man's face, slightly obscured by the beard, "Wherever I can get the most attention."
"Look," he began, "I can get you the most attention. I can get you enough attention to get Vader on your tail," and the man looked unnaturally happy at the possibility of a killing machine after him, "but it won't work. You can do better things elsewhere. The Empire will kill you. Nobody can stand against Vader."
The Jedi looked around slowly, "I'll take you up on the offer, I just want to get Vader's attention. So why don't you do your job trooper and arrest me?"
Slipping the binders off the utility belt he approached the Jedi hesitantly and pushed it on his hands, but didn't let it lock. Grabbing the lightsaber, he clipped it onto his own belt. Sighing to himself, he gently prodded the Jedi forward, "What the kriff do you hope to accomplish? You're not getting out of this alive."
"Well," the Jedi began, "I'm quite sure Vader wants to kill me himself but mostly I need to keep his attention off of more interesting things."
They turned around another corner and he resumed their conversation angrily, "You're a Jedi. There's nothing more useful you could be doing than staying alive! If you get yourself slaughtered on a fool's quest it won't help anyone except the Empire."
The Jedi didn't reply for a moment, seemingly lost in thoughts, "If I keep Vader distracted and I die, I'll still have succeeded."
He shoved the elderly man a little harder than necessary, "And that's why you are all dead because you're self-sacrificing idiots who are impossible to keep alive."
The Jedi had the nerve to chuckle, "My Padawan was the one most likely to get himself killed but the Emperor took him."
"I'm sorry," he whispered, remembering the Empire taking the youths he had cared for.
"It's fine," the Jedi whispered, "He was the one to make the decision and while I feel guilty I can't change the past despite wanting too. My mission though will prevent another Vader from rising."
The surety of the statement calmed his nerves and he nodded in acceptance, "Then I wish you good luck. I don't know where the other Jedi are, but if you're interested and alive, seek out Fulcrum, she'll help you."
The Jedi nodded as they entered headquarters and Negia loudly proclaimed, "I caught this Jedi scum sneaking around in the corridors."
"Really? Jedi scum?" the Jedi complained, "I thought this wasn't a Separatist base! Can't you bucketheads come up with better insults?"
"Shut up filth," an officer commanded slapping the Jedi across the face, "What's your name and what did you think you could accomplish on my station!"
"Why," the Jedi began conversationally, "I may have forgotten my name. I think it is Kenobi… Obi-Wan Kenobi… something about being a great negotiator."
Negia Rathlin almost reeled back in shock and all of a sudden things were looking up because Obi-Wan kriffing Kenobi was alive.
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Light years away a Star Destroyer dropped out of hyperspace to calculate another jump. Vader stood at the viewport, Leia, who was captivated by the image of space, by his side.
"My Lord," an officer called to him, "We have a priority two dispatch… The yellow kind my Lord."
Leia turned to the officer in confusion, but Vader felt his heart beginning to beat faster in excitement, "Is there a name?"
"Yes my lord," replied the officer, looking down at his datapad, "An Obi-Wan Kenobi. He was a Jedi Master…"
Vader stopped listening as the darkside flowed through him, eager for revenge. Kenobi had finally shown his cowardly face and he'd destroy his former master. The man would suffer for his betrayal and the wounds Kenobi had inflicted upon him.
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Sola... you're an evil character who just didn't want to have a serious conversation! *Groan* I wrote the first part easily as well as the last part, but no Sola didn't want to comfort Leia and confront Vader in a way that made sense... This resulted in me writing the start of a new story called Little Angel which deals with Vader being extremely possessive. So that helped make the breakthrough along with the soundtrack for The Imitation Game which is stupendous.
A Rogue One trailer (the second one) is supposedly coming out next Friday so yippee!
Also here are some recommendations:
(My favorites, especially Darkness's Son which was published in March and... well all of them, but the previous one is new.)
Tidal Wave by Haxong: It features Starkiller, Luke, and Vader becoming a sort of strange family. Filled with strange humor it is a definite must read even if you know nothing about Starkiller or The Force Unleashed (like me) because it is just that good and cute.
Identity by an author who's username is auto-deleted by the site (madame[period]alexandra) was published at the end of April and despite its slow start, it features a truly original story plot moving past ROTJ. Here we see Leia dealing with the abuses suffered throughout her time in the Rebellion, relationship building with Han, and the best part, a ship full of people from Alderaan, including her father, Bail Organa, who aren't so sure how to react or interact with the new world they entered.