8 BBY

SENATE APARTMENT COMPLEX, CORUSCANT

Vader could sense the echoes when they arrived. Something or someone had drawn them out, and he was not discounting the fact it could have been his wakes on Naboo. A disturbance in the Force had been generated by him, judging by what Leia had described to him and what Sidious knew. There was little sign she'd done as he'd suggested and distracted herself with friends- just stayed cooped up and restless.

Alone. He knew how that felt.

Captain Natha was there to receive them, and was worse for wear. Her eyes were wide and panicked. "Leia! You're alright."

Her concern for her charge above himself cemented that he'd made the correct choice. She would prove a valuable asset.

"The Emperor's men wouldn't tell us anything," she said, suddenly becoming aware of him. She made contact with a small chip in one of his lenses and quickly focused her eyes on a spot on his brow. "My Lord, do you require-"

"Leia is my primary concern. As should yours be," he said, jabbing a finger in her direction. A stray spark from his chest flew high and nearly hit the officer's face. He was tempted to kill her just for mentioning the Emperor, but there would be no use in that. It would accomplish nothing more than temporarily sating his eternal anger.

She remained steadfast. "Very well. Is there anything you require?"

"No," he said suddenly. He gave her a wave of his hand. "Secure the area."

Leia turned to him when the Captain retired to her quarters. She hid her impatience well. "Can we talk? You promised."

He conceded that. "Perhaps it would be best to speak while you rest?"

Leia blinked her undoubtedly sore eyes a few times before nodding. "That's fair," she said, homing in on her bed. "Where did you go?"

He set his weight on the foot of her bed as she crawled in. "You had visions while I was away? Are you certain they were distinct from mere dreams?"

If they were dreams, they had to have been nightmares. It was not counting Nerf that had upset her so. "I dreamt of mom. Her… death, I think."

He could only think of a few things worse than that.

Vader's breathing quickened slightly- only someone who had known him for years would have noticed it. Leia no doubt did. Not to mention the brief dread that escaped him before he was able to put a stopper on it. "...I see. You are certain?"

"She was in a lot of pain, crying for help, and that sort of thing. And… I think I heard myself crying. As a baby. I really don't know what else it could have been," she admitted.

Her bed creaked as the father shifted his weight. "I suspected this might happen as you matured. I thought changing the furniture would mitigate it, but... It was a vision… My vision. It plagued me in the days before her death."

She widened her eyes. "You mean it was real?"

Vader bowed his head, taking a few breaths before he leaned forward and away from her.

"Yes, in all senses of the word. They began just after the Battle of Coruscant, when your mother informed me of her pregnancy…" he said.

"You… knew mom was going to die before it happened?" She shivered.

That struck his heart at an odd angle. He supposed that was technically true, but he hardly saw it that way. "In a way."

"I wonder…" she said. "That… obviously came true... I've had some other visions too- while I was awake. Of bugs in my bed, a man breaking the caf table, and odd things like that. Have you always had visions? Bad ones?"

The kouhuns in Padmé's room and his altercation with Rush Clovis flashed in his memory. "That was the past. I have often received premonitions, but a scarce few were like the one I had about your mother. I had a similar one before my own mother died. I didn't act upon that one soon enough, and she was killed," he said.

She scoffed. "What good are visions if you can't even do anything about them?"

"With hindsight, they would have been. If not for the first, then…"

"Then what?"

He reined in his feelings and decided to measure his words. It was useless to dwell upon yet he always did. "Then perhaps the second one wouldn't have come true."

She remained silent for a moment. Leia didn't seem to press the matter further. "What exactly happened out there?"

He had to tread carefully. "A listening device was planted here by Rebels from Naboo. I tracked them down and made sure they were no threat to you."

"That sounds like a good thing, but… not the sort of thing that the Emperor would get mad about. Or the sort of thing that made your presence as distant as it was."

So she had picked up on that? Perhaps he should make more of an effort to not trouble her. He drew upon all of his strength. "I discovered the place where you were born. Where your mother died. The Polis Massa Asteroid Field."

"Oh," she said. "Did… you find out exactly when?"

He smirked under the mask, reaching to squeeze her hand. "You are younger than the Empire by two days. We were not far off."

They hadn't originally celebrated at all. He thought such festivity was frivolous until his daughter was old enough to ask why the other children looked forward to their birthday. It made him recall his childhood on Tatooine, when small celebrations like that were treasured. It reminded him of his mother. Then it had become a time-honored and beloved celebration.

Given the Emperor's lies, it was difficult to narrow down her birthday beyond the broad window between when he had last seen her on Mustafar and her funeral. He had hoped Artoo would provide them with a date, but the period between the Empire's rise and his discovery of Leia were expunged from the droid's memory banks. As far as he knew, it was the only time the droid had been subjected to that since the Battle of Naboo. But as it turned out- Padmé had died when the Emperor said. His omnipresence was terrifying, provided he hadn't merely guessed. Although, there was no such thing as coincidence with Sheev Palpatine. He did not discount the fact that Palptine may have killed her in some mysterious way.

"As much as I liked loosely celebrating my birthday for a week, I think I prefer certainty…"

He nodded. Something else was burning at the back of his mind. Leia was staring through the back of his helmet. "Your powers of perception continue to grow."

"So there is something else?"

He took a moment to measure his words. No word could reveal a thing.

"I realize I have told you this frequently lately, but I cannot tell you. The information would be in jeopardy in your unprotected mind."

She leaned forward with determination. "If it's so weak, teach me to protect it."

"Relatively, Leia. Even I will have difficulty keeping this from the Emperor…" he admitted, slumping forward. "You do not know how deeply I wish to share this with you."

A chill went down his spine. "Is it that bad?" she asked in a quiet voice. She never seemed so small.

"Yes," he admitted.

"Worse than you telling your old Jedi friends about the Death Star?"

Vader flinched, a sense of genuine surprise jolting through his body. He had entirely forgotten that she was present for that. Meeting Ahsoka again had been quite a significant distraction.

"Do not ever mention that again, but… Worse than that." He looked to her with his own eyes, savoring the sight of her unharmed. He was unable to see anything but the terror after Palpatine's threat. "For him..."

"That sounds… treasonous," she said slowly.

"Only if I am not triumphant," he said. "But he will pay for what he did today. I will destroy him."

She opened her mouth to speak, but decided against it, it seemed. Leia's feathers were still ruffled, and he could feel her suppressing it.

"Trust that this will pass. And you have no reason to fear."

"I do," she said.

Something swelled within him as they sat in silence. "The Emperor was out of line today."

"He's the Emperor. Can he really step out of line?" she asked snappily.

"Never again shall you hold back on contacting me, Leia. He is a dangerous man if you are on the receiving end of his wrath," he explained.

She seemed to shrink in bed. "I know."

Leia seemed so fragile in this state.

"I will protect you until my last breath," he said, squeezing her hand.

She offered a smile, but was still shaken. He had to do something. First, though, he began to project his feelings openly.

"Tell me a story?" his daughter asked.

He smiled under the mask. "A bedtime story? Are you not too old for one of those, little one?"

She rolled her eyes at him. "Yeah, maybe for fairytales. I want you to tell me a real one. About mom. To calm my nerves."

"I suppose I am capable of that," he offered.

"Well, just one won't hurt, right? Something you've never told me before," she said, challenging him.

Vader moved to sit at the seat in front of her vanity. A story for a child…"As you wish. Have I ever told you of the time your mother and I were taken hostage in the Senate Building?"

"No," she said, looking like someone far from sleep.

"It began when I was attempting to coax your mother into going on vacation with me…"

OxOxO

Leia's fear was all he felt for the entire night. It was a restless one for Darth Vader, and he was furious. The time he hadn't spent meditating he had spent pacing around the apartment, trying his best to contain his feelings, lest they disturb Leia. Unfortunately that task was akin to containing water in a woven basket- it eventually spilled.

He had a second child. Coming to that realization was just as surprising the fiftieth time as it was the first. Vader longed desperately to tell her. To find the child. But… perhaps it was for the best. He already struggled enough with keeping one child from the Emperor, and he had told him about her anyway.

A cold feeling set into his chest as he realized that his own child was safest far away from him- just like Obi-Wan intended. He let out a long breath. Before now, he had understood why Kenobi had kept his child away from him. Vader had set out to Tatooine to prove him wrong. He had been so prideful and arrogant and smug. Now, however, he fully appreciated Obi-Wan's meddling. Moreover, he felt like a fool for being so angry. The selfish part of him was being defeated by the reasonable side, and his self-loathing only increased.

He just couldn't help being his own worst enemy.

The Dark Side came to his side to comfort him, swirling around like his cape in the wind. He needed to move quickly in order to take steps against the Emperor. The sooner they happened, the less the old Sith would suspect anything.

His thoughts came to a halt as a Deathtrooper intercepted him in one of the hallways. "Grand Moff Tarkin has requested your attention."

Vader took the holoprojector from the trooper and entered the office room, setting it on the table. The blue projection of Wilhuff Tarkin appeared before him from the table's larger projector.

"Lord Vader. Thank you for answering my call," Tarkin said.

"I have no time for idle chat," he said.

"Naturally- and neither do I. I would like to request a favor from you," he said.

Vader folded his arms. He bitterly regretted how he had called in the previous favor he was owed. In hindsight, seeing if Tarkin could kill him was hardly a good use of that. It reaffirmed that he had not lost his fire- but nothing more. A dangerous mission could have done that. At the very least he had taught Tarkin that he was not someone to be trifled with…

"Very well," he said.

Tarkin gave him a slight nod. "Orson Krennic's project has begun to produce significant results once more. We recaptured the scientist Galen Erso last month. I wish for you to meet them on Eadu and ensure Project Stardust remains on the uptrack."

That did not bode well. Years ago, in an attempt to sabotage Tarkin's project, Vader tipped off Galen's wife Lyra. Their disappearance came shortly after he revealed the nature of the project they were working on to them. Remotely- of course. Just as untraceable as his Fulcrum work. If anything, more helpful. Even still after that, he had sent another droid to warn them just before Krennic closed in on their Lah'mu farmstead.

It troubled him that this recapture escaped his notice, but he passed it off. He couldn't be everywhere. It was unlikely to be a conspiracy. Sidious could not possibly be onto him. His arrogance in thinking Vader an unthinking brute was a weakness he had been aware of for some time.

It seemed that this was a fortunate opportunity for Vader to test his new theory that squeezing tighter only increased the struggle. "They will cooperate or die."

Preferably cooperate with him. Krennic's incompetence spoke for itself, but Erso… Erso could be directed. The two of them needed to remain on the project to ensure its delay. The pause on construction that it would take for Tarkin to find replacements would dwarf what could be not accomplished under these two.

"I would rather they live as long as possible. I am far too needed elsewhere to drop everything to clean up after Krennic. And he seems to insist Galen's absence is what has caused these delays… A supposed lack of momentum." Tarkin said with irritation.

"I will leave immediately," Vader said, ending the transmission.

It seemed his testing would have to wait. Eadu took priority in the long run. He would have to leave Leia alone eventually- best to rip the bacta patch off now. However, while he could only be in one place, he had certain… avenues to get gears turning.

He entered another frequency into his communicator, routing it to the projector.

"Hm…" Maul mused, his voice recognizable enough without a projected image. "I was wondering when you would contact me next, my new friend."

"I have a need for untraceable income," Vader said.

Maul made a ponderous sound. "I assume this pertains to undermining our shared enemy?"

"Naturally."

"Then you shall have it."

OxOxO

"Good morning, father," she said as she sat at the dining room table. His hands were clasped behind his back.

"I trust you slept well?" he asked, seeming upset.

"No more dreams," she said. Then she spotted what was out of place on the table. "Where did this candle come from?"

She picked the waxy thing up and attempted to look for a seal or something identifying on the bottom

Vader waved a hand, and the wick caught fire, steadily burning in front of her.

"How did you do that?" she asked quickly, her sleepiness disappearing. Leia set the thing on the table.

"With-"

"The Force," she interrupted. "Because all things are possible through the Force. What did you do with the Force to do that?"

"I applied my control of the Force to basic molecular concepts," he said, and she felt her attention waning. "The Force is the greatest applicator of an imagination."

What with the mention of molecular concepts, it had to be rather literal. She recalled her basic survival training. Particularly on how to make fire.

"Is it… friction?" she asked.

"Good," he said, and the flame disappeared. "Your turn."

Leia held out a hand and poured the Force into the object. No matter how long she chanted friction within her mind, nothing happened but the occasional rattle of it clattering on the table. "Give me a new angle," she suggested.

"Imagine your concept of a molecule. Excite it within the candle, and produce a flame," he said.

She pictured the small model spheres that her tutors had used, and began shaking them in her mind like they were in an infant's rattle.

A puff of smoke emitted from the side of the wick, but no flame. It wasn't as if she was expecting a roaring one, but her training at least afforded a spark!

"Work on that while I am gone. Try to use only your mind- no gestures. It will help your focus," her father said.

She whipped her head toward him. "Gone? You're going?"

"I cannot always be near you," Vader said.

She waved a hand. "I know- and we're hardly far from contact. You just got back!"

"Governor Tarkin has requested my aid. I cannot refuse him. He is too close to the Emperor," he asserted.

Leia's face sobered. She nodded a few times. "Okay, don't worry then. I'll get the hang of this."

Vader turned to Artoo. "Ensure that your fire suppressants are at maximum capacity."

OxOxO

It did not take long for him to begin spiraling into anxiety. He barely broke Coruscant's atmosphere when it set in. He sensed no danger, and the rational part of him was at ease. The primal part of him that worried for his offspring unconditionally was terrified for her safety. Unfortunately, he couldn't be in two places at once.

He resigned himself to put his faith in Leia's resilience. It was unlikely she would be swayed by Sidious, and even less likely he would try something again so soon. Not while they were still on edge. Striking when complacency settled in was more Sidious' style.

Not to mention, as he told himself, he would have to leave her side eventually. Vader was thinking more about the near future. And then his thoughts drifted to her raising a family of her own, and he shut it down.

He spent the rest of his trip channeling his hatred for his Master. His defection was no longer a matter of if, but when. He would kill Sidious for all that he had done, even at the cost of himself.

His arrival Eadu had done little to minimize his desire to simply get it over with. There was a heavy downpour when he touched down on the landing pad. Rainwater was spilling off the sides.

It was a small thing to create a barrier around himself to block the rain, but Krennic's mystified reaction to the water sliding avoiding him made his job that much easier.

"Lord Vader. Welcome to Eadu," the director said, his hands clasped in front of him. Vader took note that his mechanical hand was the one on bottom.

Vader made a brief noise of annoyed acknowledgment before being led into the facility. "Show me to Galen Erso."

"I'm sorry?" the director asked. "Governor Tarkin said you would only be here for an inspection."

Such things were for a lesser officer. "He escaped once. I will assure his obedience."

Krennic seemed annoyed. "He wasn't really a prisoner then. I am confident in our abilities to confine him and get him to cooperate, my Lord."

Vader stopped. "Perhaps you will," he said, opening the door to the workshop with his hand, stepping through the doorway and between the shocked guards. "Perhaps not."

All of the members of Erso's teams stopped dead in their tracks. He could not blame them for their cowardice. Galen stood from his station, shutting off a hologram he seemed to have been manipulating.

"Director. Lord Vader. To what do we owe the pleasure?" he asked. The man looked worse for wear. Weary, and afraid for his team. Not himself. He could admire the man's backbone. That made him ideal to work with. Though he couldn't show his hand just yet.

"Lord Vader-"

"Your work with the Kyber is exemplary for someone lacking the ability to use the Force," he admitted, floating one of the blue crystals on the man's desk to his hand. It was a small, runtish pebble of a thing.

It barely resisted when he poured the Dark into it, turning it blood-red within his closed hand. He sent it floating back to the desk.

"I… have always held respect for it," Galen said, not taking his eyes off of the crystal.

"A shame it has been put to use on this," Vader said. He strode toward the man and his desk, picking up a holographic blueprint. "This is the latest version of the schematics?"

Galen began to radiate with fear. "Yes. I… made changes to the ones made in my absence."

Darth Vader could hardly believe what he was seeing. He had seen the plans before on Scarif, years ago, and they were much different from the ones before his eyes. The exhaust had gone from numerous smaller vents into a single one along the hemisphere. This change was cited as being due to the need for more living space on board. Krennic had signed off on the changes and rearranged the quarters himself.

He had come prepared to pressure him into doing something similar or to help with another escape. Factors outside of the team's control and thus culpability were practically nonexistent so long as the Rebel Alliance had nothing to say of Geonosis. He had begun to lose faith in stopping the Death Star when Tarkin was designated Krennic's mess cleaner. Instead, Galen had already begun to sabotage the station, and he had been back for hardly a month, according to Tarkin. And Krennic had helped him, no doubt unwittingly.

The man Vader intended to use to clean his hands had cleaned his own with no prompting. Vader looked back toward the man.

Vader's vigor was renewed and his confidence in overthrowing his Master was restored. Above all else, he was impressed.

"I detest this station and the problems it creates perhaps as much as you," Vader decided on saying.

Krennic's anger flared. "When it is operational, Lord Vader, you'll reconsider, I'm sure." He meant it not as a threat. Krennic was an ambitious fool, but he desired not to rule the Galaxy. An insult to the station was an insult to him, his greatest creation.

"Should the day ever come," he said.

The man was certainly going red behind him. Time to break away for certain.

"Walk with me," Vader said to Erso. Death troopers came to their side and he waved them away. Galen Erso worked up the nerve to accompany the Sith Lord, and together they entered an adjoining room. It was an observational auditorium separated from workers with Kyber crystals beyond a transparisteel wall.

Erso looked through the window with him for a while before becoming unnerved by the silence."Is there something you want from me?"

"Your file said you have a daughter," Vader said. It had also stated that Lyra, his wife, had been put down by the arresting troopers.

Galen's fear reached its peak before descending into despair. "I did, yes."

"Do not give up hope yet. I believed my daughter to be dead for nearly a year before I discovered her." Vader said.

"You... have a child. Lord Vader?" he asked. The fear turned into genuine curiosity.

He turned to the man. "Yes. Younger than yours. I understand your adverse feelings toward the station. However, you must continue your work on it, or someone else will."

Vader extended a finger to the man, sending the image of the exhaust port to his relatively unshielded mind. Galen flinched at the invasion to his imagination, but seemed to realize the implications. He bowed his head, gratitude and understanding radiating from him.

"I… think I understand," he said, putting a hand on top of his head.

Vader folded his arms against his chest. "Good."

Perhaps not everything was ruined in his life. If Galen stayed in the project, he hardly need worry about the Death Star.

GALACTIC YOUTH ACADEMY, CORUSCANT

As exciting as going to an actual school was, it still had some of the problems she encountered with her tutors. The teachers were all afraid of her- she could feel it. As for the students, they too strayed away from her for the most part. At least they differed from the instructors in their reasoning.

A good half of the attendees of the school thought themselves better than everyone. Except her, that was. No matter how they treated anyone else, they were either afraid of her or going out of their way to avoid who they thought she was. Leia discovered quite rapidly that there were people expecting her to be two meters tall and covered in armor like her dad. Someone had stopped her earlier that day asking if she knew what Darth Vader's daughter looked like.

She was just glad the day was over.

"I've never seen you this expressive," Amilyn said, pushing her face in front of Leia. They both stopped walking. "What are you thinking about?"

Leia's face grew warm. "Nothing. What do you mean by expressive?"

"Usually your facial expressions don't really change all that much. Just a twitch here or there. I heard one of the boys saying he thought you were a droid, like your dad," she said nonchalantly.

Leia covered her face. "I'm expressive! And my dad isn't a droid!"

"Maybe to you. I'm betting you're mimicking your father without knowing."

That was probably true. Between her father and droids, she didn't have much childhood experience with facial emoting other than what was ingrained within all humans. "I've never actually needed to see his face, Amilyn. I can read people just as well with the Force now."

She leaned forward. "What am I thinking about now?"

"A lot of things- like usual. I can't actually read your thoughts, though," she said. Amilyn easily jumped from one train of thought to another, and if Leia wasn't making an effort to mute it, it would become just as distracting as the rest of the planet.

Chassellon walked up to them at some point, waiting for them to finish. "Hello, Leia. Amilyn."

"Hello," Leia said.

"You haven't been looking too well today. Perhaps you'd like to blow off some steam?"

Leia craned her neck. Was everyone able to pick up on her misery? "How do you mean?"

"Harp said you dabbled in the lightfoil. Would you like a few bouts? I already sent her to the gymnasium."

She was out of practice anyway. "Sure," she said, and Amilyn followed her and Chassellon.

The gymnasium was empty at the time. Grav-Ball practice didn't start for another hour, according to Harp, so they had the expansive paneled gray box to themselves. Chassellon had gone to a back room to get some training staves, leaving her with Amilyn and Harp.

Amilyn began swinging an imaginary blade and making whooshing noises."Are you gonna use your-"

"No, Amilyn," Leia said curtly. She'd beat him without her lightsaber.

Chassellon jogged from the storeroom with two collapsible sticks, his long curls bouncing. "It's not too late to back out."

"He's trained with a lightfoil!" Harp said for the fourth time. "You know, the weapon of the Jedi."

Leia shook her head at the nonsense, just in time to catch the makeshift blade Chassellon had thrown at her. Absently she hoped that her eyes had been open for the catch, but she couldn't recall. She pressed the button near the bottom, extending the collapsible rod to what she thought was about the length of her saber.

Chassellon looked at her in bewilderment as she took a two-handed grip and did a few test swings. The weight was all off, but that probably didn't matter.

"First lesson, don't hold it that way. It's barbaric," he said, demonstrating his one-handed grip. It was fairly similar to what she had seen of the second lightsaber formi. She was no expert, but it was a perversion of it, really.

"So this is a lesson now?" She shook her head. "Even if we take blasters out of the equation, a common thug with a blade isn't going to follow any rules."

"Very well," he said. "I just don't want to injure you."

Leia's instincts immediately gave her the way to beat him. The longer they waited, the more sure she was that it would work. She would make it work out of pure spite to him.

"You've certainly got the fire in your eyes," Chassellon said, unaware of the storm. "I'll let you take the first swing."

Leia nodded, giving a sweet smile. "How gentlemanly."

Leia immediately twirled her weapon around his, disarming the boy and sending his sword careening. She'd noticed his poor grip before it even started, and as her father had taught her, that was usually when a battle was decided. It was a scant few altercations that were anyone's game until the end, but that did not mean a guard should ever be lowered.

Unfortunately that little number wasn't liable to work a second time.

"You're hustling me," was his conclusion.

She shrugged dramatically. "Would you buy beginner's luck?"

"No, you're way too good. Why didn't you say something?"

"You never asked. You just assumed," she said, and she could not help herself from having fun. "You don't get to grow up under my father and not pick up a few things."

His cheeks flushed. "Let's go again, I was just taking it easy on you."

She twirled her practice blade around a few times in response. Rather than displaying her Force abilities, she elected to allow him to retrieve his own weapon. His pride was to remain intact that way.

He caught her off guard with his first strike, but she doubted it had anything to do with a hustle of his own. Chassellon most likely was taking it easy the first time, which lulled her inadvertently into a false sense of security.

By the second Leia treated him seriously. There was no third as she forced him onto the defensive. Eventually when he was too focused on her blade and not her footwork, she swept his legs out from under him with her own.

"Come on, when are you going to use the Force?" Amilyn asked exasperatedly.

She whipped around to glare at her. "It's not a toy," she said, realizing that was somewhat hypocritical of her. She used it to turn off lights sometimes when she was too lazy to get up.

"Don't encourage her, Leia. We all know the Force is a myth," Chassellon asserted sorely.

Leia raised a brow at him. "It's real."

"Look, I understand that you're new here, but we're all young adults here. The up-and-comers of the Empire. We should make an effort to act like it," he said, standing and crossing his arms. "Your father probably wouldn't want you indulging this type of company."

"I'm capable of making decisions without him," she said through grit teeth. Shame and frustration filled her. "I was born two days after everyone decided to pretend the Force didn't exist."

Chassellon flashed her a look of pity, and she had enough. When he was back on his feet fully she stole the stick he was resting on with the Force. He stumbled a bit before realizing it had floated to her with little to no effort. Leia tossed it into the air and broke it in half with her mind.

Leia tossed both ends of the stick in opposite directions. "The Force is real, and powerful. That's why the Jedi were wiped out. They were a threat! I'm a-"

"Hey." Amilyn grabbed her by the shoulder, and she shook free. "Leia," she said, in a tone she had never heard from the girl. "You should stop before you say something you can't take back."

Leia looked back at the girl, seeing that she was showing an uncharacteristic amount of seriousness on her face. She looked back at Chassellon who was still in confused awe. His face never looked stupid-er.

"I'm out of here," she declared. Captain Natha was probably worrying about her, and she didn't want her to get into any trouble. Fat chance of that happening, though.

The last week had just been terrible.

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