Froovygirl: Leia faces the dark side, for sure. Under the watchful eyes of a chilling devil and stoic cyborg. ;)
JadedOfMara: Several EU characters will make appearances. There's a place for Mara in here.
Ia Aira: Thanks! I'll try to keep this awesome for you.
The binders fell from her wrists and clattered to the floor. Leia stared at her own hands in shock before her eyes rolled back and she crumpled.
Luke massaged his head and sat up. Storm troopers and officers ran over to him. "Commander, sir, are you hurt?"
He ripped the hilt from his belt. The crimson blade hissed to life. It zipped about the control room and sliced through Imperials like butter. Screams abruptly muted. The slaughter took but a few seconds before the lightsaber returned to its wielder. Blast doors sealed themselves shut and security cameras exploded.
Tarkin stirred. "What happened here?"
"Remain in this chamber until I order otherwise," Luke lifted Leia in his arms. A switch flipped at a dead man's station. A trap door levitated up and drifted away to expose a narrow, dark shaft. Luke walked to the edge, stepped onto empty air and floated down.
"Yoda. Dagobah system," Leia mumbled, head on his shoulder.
Luke set Leia down beside him. She was now dressed in a black body suit, her hair down. A heavy collar with blinking lights hugged her neck. The man knelt in front of the hologram platform as a ghostly image appeared above its surface. The Sith Lord's respirator punctuated their conversation.
"Master. Father."
"I sensed a peculiar surge in the dark side," Darth Vader said. "We have a possible new recruit to our ranks."
"Leia Organa of Alderaan. We threatened her planet. Fear and anger ignited a powerful reaction that caught even myself by surprise."
There was a prolonged pause as Vader studied the woman. "Bail Organa is an ordinary politician by all accounts, and his wife is even less notable."
"The easiest explanation is recessive genetics."
"I would know of Force-sensitives in the Organa lineage. There are none."
Luke nodded slowly. "My duties to the Empire make my participation in her lessons minimal. I ask that someone fill the role in my frequent absences."
"The girl is your responsibility. Nonetheless. I shall send Starkiller when he is available. Indefinitely confine her to the cortosis level of your Destroyer. If she continues to show promise, you must bring her before me."
"She will join us or die, master." Luke bowed.
Leia tied her hair into a tail. Two long locks framed her face. She checked herself in the mirror and then opened it to take a pill bottle from a shelf. She filled a cup with water, downed it with the pill, and took a deep breath.
Her quarters were plain: a metal chair, a fold-out bed, a sink and toilet in a closet-sized space. The walls and floor were dull metallic.
"How long have I been here?" She held a recorder. "My food comes two twice a day from a compartment down the hall. War rations. Stew and crackers for dinner. I received a note last evening that said I must be dressed and ready for hand-to-hand combat this time today. A visitor is to come train me. For what, who knows. I'm about to find out." She readjusted the collar at her neck. The skin underneath had reddened. "The only other room here is a cargo slash shuttle bay. I've searched everywhere for an exit, but my only escape is through space vacuum."
Something rumbled nearby, followed by the hum of repulsorlifts. "Speaking of which," Leia tossed the recorder onto her pillow and ran from the room.