First off, Lilith's backstory? Not good times, just warning you all now.

As an aside, just so I don't have to deal with the bitch fits I had to the first time around:

Lilith has no idea about the inner workings of the Empire, it isn't that Vader was hiding them from her it's just that she didn't care, now she knows about the slavery and is less then happy.

Also, she still reminds Vader way too much of Ahsoka which, really, isn't a bad thing.


Darth Vader's eyes snapped open as he felt a massive disturbance in the force.

In all actuality calling it a disturbance would be a bit like saying Mon Calamari was a bit damp; factual yes, as was it being an understatement of massive proportions. Reaffixing his mask to his face he flicked the switch that lowered his helmet back into place, once it was clear that his respirator was functioning correctly he opened his meditation sphere. Brusquely marching out of his chambers he was nearly knocked off his feet as the ship violently shook.

His seven kilometer long vessel was shaking from some unknown attack. Following the tendrils of the disturbance to it's epicenter he paused in honest surprise as he stopped before the twisted expanse that formerly housed his apprentice's rooms. There was a perfectly spherical void forty meters in diameter sheering through multiple decks swirling with unguided force energies; warped bits of debris swirling around the lithe form floating in the center of the turmoil.

Darth Anachain was wreathed in arcs of force energy, her cowl thrown back as her raven black hair whipped about her pale face, green irises glowing as pure unadulterated rage boiled off of her. As things stood Vader was unsure of how to approach her; yes she'd acted slightly out of character on the mission he'd sent her on but he'd simply chalked that up to her cutting herself off from her unique powers for a time. Still, Lilith did not destroy things that she was particularly fond of on a whim, and she was quite fond of the Executor.

"My Apprentice, what is it that troubles you so?" Vader nearly took a step back when those malice laced emerald eyes turned to meet his gaze, the sneer that curled up the side of her face clearly conveying her displeasure. Before he could do anything she charged forward in an instant, a pillar of black smoke following her as she landed before her teacher, looking up at his masked visage she paused and simply stared at him without saying a word.

Ignoring the millions of credits worth of damage she had done to his flagship, ignoring the literal bleeding wound she had torn into the Force, ignoring the complete lack of decorum she was displaying, Vader was worried. Lilith's face was tear stained, the beautiful young woman's lower lip trembled slightly as she began exuding a sense of ultimate betrayal, then she let out a weak sob.

"How could you do this?" The whispered words delivered so many emotions at once it was hard to pinpoint which ones were strongest, there was rage, pain, angst, anger, remorse, but ultimately the most powerful was the one he felt the clearest, betrayal.

"What ever are you talking about Darth Anachain?" She flinched back at her title and made a face as if she had just smelled weeks off milk as she turned away from him. As he suspected she was not all that happy about the way she'd behaved on that mission. After all she had often said how she gained no pleasure in killing others during her training; not until he had ordered her to do it that is, and the end result did not sit well with her at all.

"Have you ever been enslaved, Master?" The first and only time she had ever addressed him with his true title over her, and it was laced with bitterness, ironic anger, and loathing. With that the question cut deep, far deeper then he would ever admit. Turning back to him he realized her beautiful green eyes were no longer glowing, but their intensity had only increased as they began to shift to yellow.

Pulling her hands down her face she quickly shook her head as she continued, "Well I have, I was kidnapped from my parents home shortly after they were murdered by a wannabe Dark Lord on the orders of an old bastard who saw himself as the leader of the Light. My Godmother and her husband were murdered so they would not try and take me in leaving my Godbrother an orphan, just like me. My Godfather was arrested and thrown into a prison that was guarded by demons that eat happiness and souls without a trial for five years so he would not be able to raise me."

She began pacing and Vader could sense she was calming down, if slowly, the various bits of debris falling into the hole that had once been her room indicating she was shifting her focus more than anything at the least. "My family steward, one of my fathers closest friends was marginalized, Uncle Remus and Auntie Bella were completely cut from contacting me even though they legally should have been there to raise me. Last but not least the man I eventually called 'Dad' had his memory altered every time he tried to check up on me by that damndable 'Light Lord' since he unfortunately had to work beside him."

Pacing now as her fingers twitched towards the lightsabers on her belt she continued her angry tirade, "I was forced to live with my Mum's sister and her husband, for five years I was beaten, starved, and molested, treated as nothing more then a slave by those who were supposed to be my caretakers." Stopping before the Dark Lord she pinned him with a glare of pure hatred, "I was raped to death by that fat pig parading around as a man when I was six, it was only merging with the soul fragment of the very man that murdered my parents that I survived..."

She stopped there and shuddered as her back hit the wall, sliding down to the floor she wrapped her arms around her knees and let out a sob, after a few moments of this she looked back up at Vader and screamed her rage. "HOW! How am I supposed to help make our Empire a better place for our people! How am I supposed to support this government! How am I supposed to live with myself knowing I'm helping an institution that supporting rampent slavery?!"

To say that Darth Vader was shocked would be a fairly honest assessment, staring down at the sobbing girl before him the towering Dark Lord was at a loss as to what to say. The small kernel of goodness that he ruthlessly buried behind unyielding walls of rage did though, and for one of the rare moments since he had been encased in this suit, Anakin Skywalker spoke.

"I have always been a slave Lily, it is all I have ever known," Lilith froze a moment then quickly jerked her head up to face Vader, her expression showing honest incredulity. Sighing he mirrored her earlier action and slid to the floor next to her, eventually the Dark Lord nodded as he decided to continue on.

"I was born into slavery on a worthless sandy rock of a planet to a wonderful woman who did not let her own enslavement beat her down into depravity. She raised her only child to be caring, kind, and to try and be a better person then those that wished to use him, one day he met a wizard from space, a wizard with a laser sword and a cavalier attitude towards the rules of his masters."

Vader let out a brief harsh laugh at that, "I often wonder what would have happened if the Sith had not managed to kill him...regardless, the man freed me but was unable to free my mother yet he promised to do so in the future. Then he died, his apprentice took me as his apprentice and I adhered to the laws of the Jedi until I made the greatest, most wonderful mistake of my life."

He paused as Lilith sniffled a bit more, eventually she turned back to him, "What was that, Lord Vader?"

He remained silent for a time but eventually continued, "I fell in love with a beautiful, fiery, strong willed woman, and she fell in love with me. My bondage to the Jedi crippled me, and as it all came tumbling down I, in my rage, struck down the only person I truly had left that I loved. In the end I was betrayed by my master, I betrayed my wife and unborn child, I betrayed the Order, and all it earned me was a new master, a new enslavement."

Vader rocked his head back and stared at the ceiling for a time, eventually turning his gaze back to the teenager beside him he nodded once, "Yes, I know what it is like to be a slave, and I am equally disgusted with my compliance in allowing it to continue in our Empire." Lilith stared at him a few moments before sighing, cuddling up to his side Vader froze before lifting his arm and wrapping it around her slim shoulders.

"We're damaged goods My Lord," snorting derisively the Dark Lord nodded once, eventually she spoke again, greatly subdued by her teachers revelations hence her tone was now calm as she became introspective. "When we kill Palpatine and take over, promise me that we'll reform the Empire, that we'll free the slaves and try to make things...better...make it an Empire that would make your wife proud?"

Vader stared at the wall opposite of him for a time, could they do that? Make this monstrosity something Padme would approve of? Turning back to the young woman curled to his side Vader not for the first time saw a dark reflection of his late wife and felt his resolve harden.

"I promise," she relaxed at that and suddenly the rage that had permeated the Force was quickly replaced with exhaustion, turning her tired visage to the damage she'd caused the young Sith Lady just shook her head.

"What do we tell the Emperor about my erm... tantrum?"

Darth Vader stared at the massive damage torn through his vessel and shrugged, "We'll blame it on Starkiller," Lilith stared at him a moment, then threw her head back and broke out into hysterical laughter.

Anakin smiled.