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Chapter 5

Location: Galactic Confederation Base 1, Alderaan

Day 5 Month 1 14 BBY

( Anakin's POV)

I stomp back to my quarters with sweat dripping down my neck. The latest Kata's training hadn't gone as I had planned… My men are complete idiots. Tarkin seems to think he can kick anyone's ass and then he throws punches three inches off from where they should land. His crew as I like to call them: Aronds, and Buttler aren't much better. Those boys are fresh off of a farm somewhere in the Outer Rims and they think rough housing is considered a part of their fighting training.

Then- there's Herald, Jones and Pickett- who are all cowards. All three boys are from wealthy families here on Alderaan. They have never been in a position of combat before and cower each time Tarkin or Aronds throws a punch at them. Olin- isn't quite as bad as the others. I knew him from the Jedi Temple- before Order 66. He is quite competitive but at least has a shot at becoming a good solider. Last but not least- there's Naberrie.

The shrimp of my group; he only stands at my chest height and could be mistaken for a 16 year old boy. But boy is he a Kriffin Hellion. For such a small man, he's got spunk and nerve and doesn't like discipline. He rubs me the wrong way every time he opens his mouth. Most of the men don't get under my skin, but this guy? Man- he's been around for a week now and I can't stand the sight of him.

So I haven't been the nicest commanding officer to him, but he should hate me. That's the point of training these men. They learn to hate your guts and in the end they are loyal and respect you for the training you've given them. At least that is what I've learned as a trainer these past few years.

I use the force to open the door to my refresher and turn on the blazing hot water in the shower- well at least I think it will be warm by the time I take care of my injuries. I pull off my black workout shirt and eye myself in the mirror. Several beta patches stick to my sweaty skin and I hiss as I pull the strips away from the healing wounds. Three injuries that I should have had a healer look at- but no- I have more important things to worry about. I eye the cauterized wounds- they are healing nicely. The first is near the line of my abdomen. The second and third- almost had me on an operating table. The seared flesh stares back at me and nearest the one place that could have taken my life- near my heart. I had been lucky the armor had protected me from a certain princesses onslaught.

My thoughts dwell back upon Cadet Naberrie. There is something about this particular cadet that has set me on edge. It's as if I've seen him before and the last name is familiar to me as well. I search my memories for a face long gone- and name- a particular name that may have a connection to this new cadet. My eyes snap open in remembrance- I had known someone with the same last name- someone who died six years ago...

Day 20 Month 3 20 BBY

( Anakin's POV)

My eyes turned to face the morning light. I blinked back the sleep in them and I yawned. I closed my eyes again, reaching for the warm body next to me. I heard a soft moan escape her lips and a small smile appears on my features. I leaned down and kissed her softly. Her caramel eyes opened and express her need and ache. The previous night we had given into our desires and bodily wants.

I murmur against her lips, " Good Morning, milady."

A soft sigh escaped her lips and she mumbled, " Can't we ignore the rising sun?"

I chuckled and kissed her lips once more. She groans as I attempt to sit up in her soft bed. She grabs the back of my shoulders and shoves me down onto the bed. Her full body weight is upon my chest and she wags her finger in my face, scolding, " We should stay in bed just a bit longer. Let's ignore the world and let it go on without us."

I shake my head and mutter, " I wish we could live in such a galaxy, but Padme', we have our duties."

Her joyious expression darkens at the mention of our mandates. She knows as well as I what were doing is against the Jedi Code. She lifted herself off my chest and wraps the sheet around her naked form. Her brown curls bob around her angelic face and her chocolate orbs shine with melancholy. I placed my hand on her cheek and murmur, " Padme', you have to come to you senses- I'm a Jedi and your a handmaiden for the Queen we can't live in a fantasy forever."

She turns her eyes away from me and eyes the floor. She whispered bitterly, " I know we have duties-" She pauses and continues, " And what of us when you leave?"

Her usually warm eyes harden as they flickered back onto my own gaze. I gulp and fumble out, " I don't know where this leaves us. What truly can we gain out of a long distance relationship?"

She grabbed my hand tightly and remarked, " I don't want lose a chance to have you in my life. Are you willing to give up a chance of whatever this path leads us?"

I attempted a small grin, but I know her youth and emotions blind her from seeing the truth. We can't go down this path- even if it isn't where I want to end this. I clasp her hand in my own and question, " Can you risk your career for me? Can you risk my reputation as a Jedi? Are you willing to lie to everyone around us, all for the sake of a relationship which could end badly?"

Her eyes droop to our clasps hands and she murmurs, " Realistically, no. But Anakin- I have never felt like this with anyone else- I don't want to lose this chance with you."

I lift her chin up so her eyes meet my own. I reply, " You know as well as I- no matter how we feel about one another, it won't end up where we want to be."

Her eyes fill with unshed tears and she hastily wipes them away. She whispered," That settles it then. But until then, can we forget our duties? Just for a few more days?"

I hold my smile steady and lean in and kiss her once more.

I open my eyes as the steam of the shower hits my cheeks. I grit my teeth in remembering my former flame. Her name is upon my lips- Her name was Padme'- Padme' Naberrie. I had learned her last name after it was listed on the ship's manifest. The ship which had ended her life. Is this boy her brother?- No, Cadet Naberrie can't be her. They confirmed that her body was found along with several other handmaidens that had perished that day six years ago.

I grip the sink in deep thought. If she is alive, then why did she lie to me? Why didn't she tell me she lived? And why is she here? This is extremely odd timing, considering the events that have taken place as of recent. Is she connected to my now missing wife? Is she still a handmaiden for her and I had missed her all along?

That thoughts drift onto the woman I had been married to around a week ago. I should have known she had been planning on attempting to take my life. I should have felt it in the force. And now I'm back here at the Rebellion's home base because of her. R2 had tracked her ship to the planet over the course of a two day period, but after that? Her tracter had disappeared, so I had returned to my duties as Anakin Skywalker. .

Five years ago I had become Darth Vader- third in command of the Galactic Empire. Dooku had trained me in the ways of the Sith and had persuaded the Emperor to allow there to be more than one Sith. My alias as Vader is known throughout the galaxy. As third in command, I have more freedom to go where I please than Dooku. Dooku is stuck on his little throne back on Courscant and answers to only the Emperor. I am the hands of the Empire.

Four years ago, the Empire had been capturing several rebels among our lines. The Emperor was not pleased by their interrogations. He wanted to annihilate the rebels- and I had suggested how we could account for that. I could join the rebellion as my former identity- Skywalker. Most people would believe my story that I had escaped death on Mustafar and been gathering information on the Empire secretly for a year or so. With very few Jedi left, the Council would need all the help they can get. I pitched my idea to the Emperor and he had concerns over who would stand in my place while I went undercover. I had suggested Starkiller, a force sensitive who proved time and again of his loyalties towards the Empire. He would stand in my stead, wearing the infamous suit of Darth Vader, while I joined the rebels.

For four long years, I have gathered information about the rebels' bases and inner structure. My mission had begun with aiding the Empire and providing information through my agents. But as the years have drawn on, I have been drawn back to the side where I had begun my journey. I had begun to reclaim my life as Anakin Skywalker. The Emperor has no idea of my intents as of yet. I attempt to stay away from Courscant so I can derail the building of the Death Star for the Empire. Very few people know of my true alliengeces- that is Obi-wan is the only person aware of my alterations of spying. Indeed when I have been on Courscant I have been infliterating data for the Galactic Confederation.

My plans have been in play for months and up until now, I had another five months before I could be sure the Battle Station could not become a reality. Until I had returned to Courscant and my plans had altered- with the Emperor's gift. He had given to me as a gift of loyalty his daughter's hand in marriage. He had thought a brilliant plan since we both are young and Dooku wouldn't be around much longer.

My plans had changed knowing I would have Amidala's hand in marriage. I had been eager to have her hand, knowing that she is the only living heir to the Empire and without her persuasion I cannot help restore the Republic to what it once was. Now my plans have been halted due to my blasted wife.

If the Emperor knew of her escape- he'd have a field day. She is his heir and without her cannot pass his line along. How am I to find her? I have begun searching the local prestige council members- questioning them of newly hired handmaidens or servants. Amidala wouldn't have wanted to mark her trail. She has to be here on the planet. She has been friends with several alliance members without her father's knowing. I had discovered this on her former lover's datapad. She had been planning on escaping- marrying the Senator and leaving the Imperial Sector. If her father discovered this- I know what he'd want me to do and I'm not willing to take her life just yet. I want to gain her trust and see if I can sway her to my side. But how long can I wait? The Emperor will want me to check in by the end of the month. He had allowed me to take my wife to an island of paradise without being tracked. He wanted the mess with Senator Clovis's death to be cleared before his daughter returned to Courscant. If I don't find her by the end of the month…. I'm a dead man…. Or I'll have to explain the truth to her father and decide on his wrath on her and myself….

But perhaps Naberrie can lead me to her? Perhaps she knows where she's at? Yes-perhaps I now have a lead to her whereabouts...

I sigh and step into the hot shower and attempt to relax as I know another day of training will be starting in nine hours. If I don't attempt to sleep those damn idiots will test my already fried nerves.

To Be Continued.