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Punishment with a result
"The lord Vader wishes to see you now." The servant who forced my door open glared at me severely. Her hair was still wet and smelled partly of toilet water still. Her cloths were stained with bantha dung. The beauty of it all was that all of her little crew, minus the poor messenger boy, were in similar states. Not all at once of course, but gradually, over the month past my minor beating and severe talking to from being in the Master's rooms without permission, all who told me where I was supposed to be and the ones who gave me the list received retribution.
Finally, some one caught on to me. I think it was when my braid was wet from the last one that someone caught on. Under law, I could not be killed, or maimed because of a prank. All the proof they had on me connected me to this last one only, and the others were assumptions. Therefore, I was not afraid. Yes, I might get toilet duty. Again. But I would feel proud scrubbing the emperor's toilets.
I kept my face schooled blank and said I would speak to the emperor and no one else. No one received any more dirt on me that way. Yes, I grinned/smirked secretly, yet I was the innocent new girl who tried one prank. Quite frankly, I thought I had gone above and beyond the call of duty making sure she didn't hurt herself falling into the refuse tank and she didn't drown when the plumbing system cleaned itself back. Hopefully, I thought as the emperor's doors approached, he would feel the same. If not, the gleam of the toilets was waiting for me. I couldn't wait.
It wasn't the dark throne room or bed room like it was before. It was grey. All grey. Walking into that with my self confidence, it was just barely freaky. The Lord Vader was in the shadows, his red and golden eyes narrowed at me. Well, if I die, I die in defiance. I did nothing to render death, and people will fight back with the blatant example of a fake republic.
Voices are floating around the room, and I need to shove my hair behind my ears to hear it. "Why….why…..are you afraid…..cheese……why….why not……" A solid voice was behind it, and I assumed it was the Lord Vader's. He was asking me to answer them. "I am not afraid, cheese is irrelevant, and what part of the story is the why directed to?" Lord, no emperor, Vader stepped from the shadows. Anyone else would be afraid he stepped from nothing? Or that he was in all black war threads? I just cocked my head at him. Was he pulling a power play? Well duh, but more so than usual?
The ropes over my wrists untied themselves. My wrists weren't even red from the ties, which I made sure of. Fear is such a wonderful thing. Vader was like a shadow, immediately in front of me. His hands were oddly gentle in going over where the burn marks would be. His golden eyes flashed at mine. "Why are your wrists clean?" Ha, I was right in thing the head house keeper was sadistic. "I wouldn't let her tie them that tight. She isn't very observant is and is easily distracted." He let go of them with a spin of his heal. I smirked. I wasn't the only one who spun on their heel, bastards. "Why are you here?" I looked away from his being.
"I was given the equivalent form of a newby prank, and then promptly injured for the stupidity. All who were involved were given retribution." He has a stupid habit of jerking his head. It's so irritating. "How did you get caught then?" This was the irked part. "The stupid girl nearly drowned. I saved her because I had no way to cover up a death of the Emperors servant." He asked for it. I told him what happened. "Was she the last one?" Pride was with this answer. "Yes." There was a tense silence. He began to stalk towards me. I watched him, moving backwards so he couldn't tower over me. "Don't get caught next time servant."
My eye twitched. I bowed. My eye kept twitching. I walked towards the door, and on the door, with him still watching me; I took a very possibly stupid action. "I don't know how Senator Organa would feel having his daughter be a lowly servant of the Empire." I think he smiled. "Oh, Leia." I stopped, and looked over my shoulder at him. "You know the messenger and the 'don't kill the messenger' theory?" I blinked at him, suddenly tired. "Do this time." I smiled evilly. I thought he couldn't have been as innocent as I thought. The door slid shut with a satisfying 'hiss'.
It was a long time till I saw another person. IF they thought I was beaten, they were wrong, and I wasn't going to go out of my way to correct it. I will stay an enigma I think. It's entertaining scaring them. If I can't have my fun other ways, I can at least have the satisfaction of having a small ring of supporters. Yes…yes…I'll start with the messenger boy. I could even take over the servants if I wanted to. Watching the others watch me, I suddenly pulled the down trodden girl act. Yes. Soon, they will come to the power of me.
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This is a giggly chapter by Saturnsdarkness