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Filli sat in the pilot's seat of his ship, The Agitator. A fitting name for a pirate. A fitting name for getting under the skin of the Empire itself. Why Olee foolishly thought she could undermine Vader by seduction, getting close enough to kill him was beyond Filli's comprehension. She wasn't a Jedi anymore. They were together. She said she would follow Shyrne's wishes, and that of the other surviving Jedi to undermine the Empire in less obvious ways. If flirting with Vader, hell, if flirting with death was her way of being subtle... he'd hate to see her when she's not being subtle!
And who could be sure Vader wasn't a machine? Or even human? How would a seduction work then?
Foolish plan indeed. But Filli missed Olee. Their nights together. Those times they had laid beneath the stars, talking about her days of being a Jedi, their time with Shyrne and old friends. Olee admitted how good attachments had felt. How good her attachment to him had felt. She had been denied these feelings her whole life and slowly she was learning how to apply those very feelings, appropriately. And hopefully, to Filli and him alone. Her first, her last, her only. He had already proposed. She had already accepted. But one last mission she told him. And she would lead a life as the wife of a spice smuggler.
Filli set his coordinates to North on Vixin 9, where Olee waited. He had a guage on where she was, and aimed there. But noticed a curious glow around the planet. It looked like an energy shield, only reverse. Instead of keeping one out, it would hold them in. But the very thought seemed ridiculous to Filli, so he pressed forward, his ship crashing through the planet's thin atmosphere, and flying over the ocean at high speeds to an open field.
He landed. Then opened the connection on his comlink to call Olee.
"Hey, babe. I'm here."
After a few moments, she spoke - the line crackling. "Where are you?"
"Point Ten Yellanamiters North," Filli answered.
"I don't know where I am. Or how to get there. I've been walking, I know I'm close to the city."
"Stay there. I'll find you."
He had seen a city nearby. This wood clearing was fairly small. This was a city planet, it appear, similar to Coruscant. He read Olee's transmitting, putting a trace on where she was.
Vader strode the halls of his building, a gathering of subordinates, Storm Troopers and administrators alike following nervously behind him.
"Filli Gespin has just landed on Vixin 9. He is a smugger, and therefore, may have ways of getting through our energy shield. You will make sure he does not leave the planet. Not with Olee Starstone."
"What will we do with him, my lord?"
"Whatever you see fit," Vader answered. "But leave the woman to me."
"As you wish, my lord," one of the men replied.
Then thinking about it, Vader turned, stopping in his walk to look at the men. "I have a feeling...they are meeting somewhere close to the city. Yes, prevent Filli from leaving, but leave him to me as well."
"Yes my lord," the men replied.
Thinking about it, Vader had a plan. If he were to kill Filli, well... that would make Olee hate him even more. His chances would be negative zero then. But if he were to split them apart... after all, she had already betrayed her future husband. But there had to be a way to split them apart without ruining his own chances.
What did the Sith Master Darth Plaguis say? Tell me your plans so I best know how to undermine them. Tell me your dreams, so I best know how to destroy them.
Olee seemed desperate to marry Filli. Vader wasn't sure if she desired the arrangement to escape her feelings for HIM, whatever they were. If he could undermine her plans, destroy her dreams... who left would she have to turn to, but himself? He would become, both simultaneously her destroyer, and her only salvation. Just as the Emperor, with his cunning, evil, malicious, lying ways had done to him.
In the end, he was better for it. Free to do whatever he wished. And what he wished now, was to have Olee in his arms again.
Filli searched the crowded market. Twice, they had crossed paths. Unbeknownst to him. He comlinked her, and found that they were at the same place. It was a matter of where.
Olee stood near a fruit stand, biting a bollop. She sensed, Filli. Somehow he was close by. She spun about, eyes scanning the crowd for his face.
In a crowd a few steps away, she saw a shock of dark brown hair. Wild and somewhat curly cut just above the neck. She saw the thin frame, and the simple shirt he wore with his parachute pants, blasters strapped at his sides in a holster.
"Filli!" she called, waving hysterically.
He saw her face and ran toward her. They collided, meshing together, his lips covering hers in a passionate kiss. She broke apart, her breath stolen away in the moment.
He held her face in his hands, looking her over, then patting her down as if he wasn't sure that he had gotten her back in one piece.
"Am I glad to see you! -- Alive that is!"
"Oh my love, I missed you terribly," Olee exclaimed, kissing his face again.
Back at Vader's compound, Commander Leeseek watched the pair carefully via holoscreen. Vader stood over the commander's shoulder, arm crossed over his massive chest.
"Send the troopers," he said, voice flat. He didn't like seeing her that way. He didn't like her with Filli at all. Made him feel like crap. What were the odds of going against such a... dare he admit it, handsome young man. He remembered being far more handsomer just little more than a year ago. Were he not with Padme, he could have had any woman he dared to pursue, back then.
But now he was stuck in that stupid suit.
Olee held tight to Filli, a wary feeling overcoming her. She turned, seeing a battalion storm troopers filtering into the crowded market.
"Filli... I have a bad feeling."
When Olee had a bad feeling, it was time to look out. He looked around, seeing the storm troopers as well.
"The ship?"
"A few blocks away. We can make it. Run!" Filli said.
Olee held tight to his hand. Storm troopers? What about the agreement she made with Vader? He promised to let her go. The man was incapable of keeping his word!
The battalion of white armored troops took after them, running as swiftly, but not fast enough to catch the daring couple. Strangely they hadn't raised their weapons, or fired a round as was typical of troopers in pursuit of potential detainees.
"If Vader let you go, then why are they chasing us?" Filli screamed.
"Maybe they're not after me," Olee panted.
Filli and Olee slid beneath a gathering of low hung trees, losing the troopers that pursued them. They stood in the middle of the green clearing, walking toward his ship. Both were out of breath.
"I think we lost them," Filli said.
"We may have lost them... but there's someone waiting for us just ahead."
FIlli looked, seeing a tall storm trooper in head to toe black. "Vader," he said.
They held hands, Filli squeezed hers a bit tighter. Why run? He decided. They hadn't done anything wrong.
"Vader."
"I gather you are Filli Bespin. Welcome to Vixin 9."
"Call your dogs off, Vader. We haven't done anything wrong. As I understand it, Olee was free to go. So what's the problem?"
Filli's hand hovered above his blaster. As though he had a chance of doing something with it.
"That's right. You said I was free to go, Vader," Olee chimed in.
"Cute. Holding her hand that way," Vader replied. "Afraid she might get away from you?"
Filli for a moment, appeared stunned. Was Vader goading him? Was he "interested" in Olee? Filli kissed the back of her hand. "She's my future wife. Why wouldn't I hold her hand?" he supposed, Vader wished it were him holding her hand instead.
Vader bristled. "Strange that you don't mind her sharing my bed."
It was statement. Not a question. Filli turned stunned eyes to Olee. His mouth fell open, the words couldn't come out. "I heard rumors, Vader. That you are (cough), incomplete. How is it even possible?"
Filli dared a smile.
"Perhaps you should ask Olee."
Was he serious?
Olee turned, looking nervously at Filli, meeting his eyes. "He's lying. He's goading you. Don't fall for it."
She couldn't look at Vader. Because she knew the truth. As did he. Filli wasn't the only one. And hadn't been, the entire time she was away. The reason she needed to get away.
"You enter Vixin 9 without clearance, you don't leave.That is the agreement I will make, and the only one that will keep you out of prison camp."
"You trying to tell us that we're not allowed to leave?"
"I am not trying to tell you anything."
"Olee wasn't arrested on Vixin 9. She was falsely accused, arrested on Boz Pity and taken here against her will. I can't help that I had to come here to pick her up, when you finally came to your senses and set her free."
Vader shrugged.
"I'm willing to compromise with you. But for my own sake and not yours. I can care less whether you stay or go to prison. But I do care that you leave this system. It is against the rules. My rules. And my rules are iron, unless you come to agree with my terms."
"Fine." Filli folded scrawny arms across his chest. "Let's hear it."
"Olee, must agree to remain at my compound for one night."
Filli and Olee looked to each other, faces surprised. Then back at Vader.
"What do you mean by 'one night'?" Filli asked.
"It means, whatever you think it means. It is Olee's decision. She must decide how important your freedom is."
"I couldn't ask her-"
Olee raised a hand. "If I return to your compound, you will leave us alone? You will allow Filli to leave the Vixin 9, no questions asked?"
"You have my solemn word."
Olee exhaled. It's not like she hadn't been there before. "Then it is agreed."
"This is unreasonable! I can't allow you to do this, I can't-"
Olee silenced Filli with a finger over his lips. "I'll go with Vader. We'll talk and nothing more," she whispered.
Talk? Vader wanted more than that. That much was clear! "What if he tries something?"
"Vader? Be real," Olee assured. Though she knew exactly what he wanted. The question, was what did she want?
"You don't have to do this. If I'm stuck on Vixin 9, ... then fine. I'll give up my life as a spice smuggler and maybe... mine coal or whatever it is they do here."
"But you'll be miserable-"
Vader waved a hand. "You've come to a decision? Then it is agreed." Vader extended an arm, motioning for Olee to join him. She left Filli, who refused to let go of her hand until she yanked it away. "I'm doing this for us," she whispered.
Olee linked her arm into Vaders, then followed him through the wooded area, in the direction of the compound she had left only hours earlier.
Filli walked after them. But out of the blue, a rifle slipped out of the trees and smacked him in the mouth. Storm troopers were crawling the woods.
"FUCK!" Filli yelled. For a second time, smacked in the mouth with a rifle. He backed away from Olee and Vader's path, and climbed aboard his ship where he would wait... wait for Vader and Olee to return. Hoping she would return unviolated.