I Am Me: Dark Angel

By Serena Kenobi

Author's Notes: MANY, MANY thanks to all of my reviewers!! You all rock!! Oh, and Super Tinfoil Man, don't worry. The Skywalker triplets won't have it easy. A new Sith Lord or Lady (maybe both) will be entering the picture later.. bwa ha ha! Plus, they're still in danger of turning DSish. So they're not really all powerful. Just close, lol! Thanks, everyone, and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Sorry, no Torturing Sith Lords in this chapter!! But I do have an updated website, so feel free to check it out and tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: Last time I checked, I didn't own Star Wars. (Checks again) Nope, still don't own it. Don't own X-Men, Fantastic Four, or any Marvel Superheros, either. ALSO! I do not own Darcy aka Spectre. This brilliant character is owned by none other than the fabulous PIPPIN BAGGINS!!

Oh, for everyone who's read 'Spectre', this takes place before Darcy stows away in Elena's speeder. If you don't know what I'm talking about, go read it.


Chapter 11

Elena found Jix typing up a report on a datapad in one of the Executor briefing rooms, and she leaned over his shoulder to see what exactly it was that he was writing. Jix stopped what he was doing for a split second, shot her a quick glance, and resumed his typing.

Elena raised her eyebrows. "Something wrong, Jix?"

The Imperial agent shook his head slowly. "No, nothing," was the curt reply.

Frowning, Elena drew back and studied him. "What's wrong with you?" she demanded. "You've been avoiding me for the past week, and without any explanation whatsoever, you just decide to be a complete nerf-herder towards me. What is it with you? Stang, Jix," she snapped, making her way around the large table.

Jix had been looking at her carefully as she made her heated assertion, but didn't speak. After locking gazes with her, he hurriedly dropped his eyes back to his work and continued typing.

Elena huffed in irritation and threw her hands up in the air. "I give up," she declared. "If you want to act like a Hutt, then be my guest." She turned her back on him and stormed out of the room, fingers crackling as she drew her hands into tight fists.

Jix glanced up at her as she left, placed his datapad down on the table carefully, and rubbed his head, taking in and letting out a deep breath. He stared at the door for a while in deep thought.


Inside Vader's Chambers

"Jix's such an idiot," Elena fumed to her father.

Vader looked up from his work. "Excuse me?"

"I just don't get what his problem is," Elena continued on, practically ignoring him, "One day he's his normal self, the next, he's acting like he hates me. I – I just can't take it anymore!" She threw down a datapad and groaned when she saw that she had made an indent on the side of the device.

Vader merely raised an eyebrow, staring at the disfigured datapad with mild fascination, and looked at Elena as she grabbed it and tried to bend it back to its original form. She had no such luck, however, and threw it down again, banging her head on the table.

Because of that action, the innocent table, unfortunately, now had a head-shaped dent in it as well.

"Please try not to ruin everything you come in contact with, Elena," Vader spoke calmly. "The datapad and the table have done nothing to you."

Elena brought her head up and eyed where she had banged her head. "Perfect," she muttered, and miserably flopped back in her chair. "Why do I even bother to exist," she moaned pathetically.

Vader rolled his eyes underneath his mask and tried to ignore her. "Typical teenager," he muttered under his breath.

"I heard that."

"Good. It should teach you to stop this ridiculous moping and act like an adult!" Vader boomed, breathing becoming louder than normal.

Elena shot him an evil look and telepathically brought another datapad up to her so she could read it without having to touch it. Continuing to use her telepathy, she telekinetically scrolled down the essay. After she had finished with the data, which only took about thirty seconds, she telekinetically tossed the datapad over her shoulder and started on another.

Vader watched her, both impressed and slightly concerned, as she did so, and finally remarked, "Your telepathic powers are growing."

"Good thing or bad thing?" Elena questioned rather monotonously.

His temper starting to rise, Vader answered, "Both. Now I've had enough of this. You will either talk to Jixton and work out this pointless feud, or I will reassign you or him to another mission. Understood?"

Elena sullenly nodded, stood up, and left the room. Vader shook his head, wondering if this behavior was natural, or if she was overly stressed.

Probably both.


"Jix? Jix?" Elena banged her palm on the door, but not overly hard, for fear of making a dent in it. "JIX! Come on, we need to talk." She paused, listening for any sign of life on the other side of the door.

Getting none, she started to bang slightly harder, earning some odd looks from passing by officers. "Jix, would you just open up?"

Still nothing.

"That's it," Elena growled, and raised her hand to bang harder, but as she was bringing the palm down, the door opened, and she stumbled forward… right into Jix, who caught her. "Force, I've been doing this for at least five minutes," she fumed, staring up at him.

Jix shrugged. "Sorry, I was taking a shower." He lifted her back up, but kept his hands at her waist. She glanced down at them, and he awkwardly let go, his hands falling to his sides limply.

"I, uh, I can see that." Elena blushed, averting her eyes from Jix's bare chest. "I'll just, um, come back later." She hurriedly strode away from him.

Jix shook his head and shut the door behind him.


It was a few days after the embarrassing incident with Jix, and he, Elena, and Vader had arrived back on Coruscant. Vader had immediately gone off to see to some new officers Tarkin had promoted, and Elena and Jix were left to themselves for a while in the palace.

But not for long.

Jix, strolling down the corridor, began to hear multiple voices up ahead. Normally, it wouldn't bother him, but these were female voices. Raised, angry female voices. He picked up his pace and glanced around the corner to see whom it was that was speaking. It was Elena conversing animatedly with two other girls, presumably high school acquaintances. He didn't know either of them but decided to listen in on the conversation for a second anyway.

"I told you, I barely know the guy," Elena was telling them, "Why don't you believe me?"

"Because you're a deceitful little rat who would do something like that," one of the other girls was saying. She had fairly long dark brown hair and was very pretty to look at. However, Jix instantly cringed at her ferocious reply.

"I wouldn't cheat with him on you, Cassie," Elena protested, obviously unfazed by the rude remarks, "I'm not that kind of person. I don't even like Brent, for Force's sake!"

"So you say," the second girl cut in. She had light brown hair with blonde streaks, but her eyes were cold. "Admit it, Skywalker. You're jealous of us because you're not popular and we are. You don't have a boyfriend and we do."

That did it for Jix. He rounded the corner, intent on giving those little twerps a piece of his mind. The girls saw him coming and instantly stopped their talking. "All right, get out of here," he snapped, enraged, "I will not, and I repeat, not have you talking to the Princess that way. And if I ever see either of you here again without permission, I'll tell Lord Vader myself. Am I clear?"

Cassie sniffed. "Fine. Come on, Ponda." She motioned to her friend, and the two strode off.

Elena glared at them as they left and turned to Jix. "Thanks," she smiled gratefully, "I was about to rip their bratty little heads off."

Jix shook his head. "No problem." The two started wandering down the hallway in a comfortable silence. "Look," Jix began, "I'm sorry for acting so horribly towards you before. It wasn't fair of me, and I had no excuse."

Elena nodded and replied, "No, it wasn't, but thanks for apologizing. I appreciate it."

As the two turned down another passage, Jix went on, "So, how come you don't have a boyfriend?"

Elena stopped. "Well," she hesitantly began, "I guess I haven't found the right guy yet." She gave him a sideways look. "But you asked me that before, I think. Maybe in a different context, but it was the same idea."

Jix was silent for a moment. "Elena…" he began, "You're a very special, unique girl, and any guy would be lucky to have you."

Elena reddened and looked down. "Aw, thanks, Jix, but you don't have to say that. It's okay, I'm sure the right person will come along someday." She smiled.

Jix faintly returned the gesture, but frowned, glancing down. "Er, Elena," he hesitantly went on, "I hope you know just how much I value you and your friendship. I mean, I don't usually have girl friends."

Elena nodded. "Of course I do," was the reply.

"And," Jix's face began to turn red, "I, uh, I've had sort of a, um…"

Elena leaned forward, knowing exactly what he was about to say. "Yes?"

"I've had a bit of a crush on you," he blurted out, not daring to look her in the eyes. "I, uh, sometimes wondered if we could ever be together. Ridiculous, right?" he muttered.

Elena sighed. "Jix," she spoke more quietly, "I love you as a friend, and yes, I admit, I have had a crush on you from time to time, but…" she trailed off, gazing up at him, "This won't work. I'm not the right girl for you. We can't be together, and I think we both know that."

Jix sighed. "You're right, as usual." He reached up and touched her cheek. "I've always loved you, Elena," he stated. "And I always will. I hope you know that."

She nodded. "Of course. You've been one of the biggest impacts on my life, Jix, and I don't want to lose your friendship."

"You won't." He turned and started to walk away. "Oh, and Skyler? Don't tell your father I said anything, okay?"

Elena shook her head. "I won't."

Jix nodded and turned to disappear down the corridor.

Vader's daughter stared after him, a small smile on her face, before she turned in the opposite direction and disappeared through a wall.


Outside the Imperial Academy

Keira, Becé, Mara, and Elena were sitting together on the Academy grounds. Becé was having boy trouble, Keira was studying for a test, and Mara and Elena were just trying to help them out.

"So should I go out with him or what?" Becé asked, whining.

"Just shut up and do us all a favor," Keira muttered under her breath. Her answer was met by a slap upside her head. "OW…." She glared at Mara, who merely grinned.

"You must do what you think is right, of course," Elena added reasonably, shrugging.

Becé rolled her eyes. "Real helpful, Elena," she sarcastically shot back, snapping her book shut.

A sudden clearing of a throat next to them interrupted the girls' discussion. They turned to see Darcy, a friend albeit shy young man, standing there, books in hand. He had recently come to the Academy, and he had become acquainted with the girls. Elena knew him better than the others did; she knew that he was Force-sensitive. However, he didn't know that she knew yet.

"Hey, Darce," Elena greeted cheerfully, nodding at him.

"Want to sit with us?" Keira asked. "That is, if you don't mind hearing Beyoncé complain about boy trouble."

Becé glared at her friend, embarrassed. "Shut it, Keira," she growled ferociously, black eyes flashing.

Darcy looked a bit uncomfortable. "Uh, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" he asked, shifting from one foot to the next.

"They do this all the time," Elena said airily, "Just ignore them. Here," she sat up and pushed her books aside, "You can sit here."

Darcy did so, some of his dark chestnut hair falling into his face. "Thanks," he replied.

"Oh," Mara began, "Is it okay if I come home with you, Elena? I need some help on how to fix a dead hyperdrive connector."

Elena frowned. "Oh, yours is out again?" she inquired sympathetically.

"Yeah," the other nodded.

"Sure then," Elena answered.

Keira suddenly looked up at Elena, and an evil smile crept onto her face. "Is Jix going to be there?" She teased.

Elena shot her a glare. "How should I know?" She returned.

Keira shrugged innocently. "Oh, I don't know. You seem to like him quite a bit."

Elena shot her an evil glare. "We're strictly friends. And yes, maybe I did have a small thing for him a while back, but now I don't."

"Sure…" Keira grinned. Darcy began to chuckle softly, drawing the looks of the girls.

"What's so funny, Darce?" Becé wondered, tilting her head to one side and staring up at him.

Darcy shook his head. "All of you. You're so… un-Imperialistic. It's, uh, complicated." He reddened. "I've just met some Imperials who aren't, well, like you guys."

"A lot of Imperials are rotten people who deserve to be shot," Elena spoke up coolly, earning an astonished look from Darcy; "But it's not like I can do anything about it."

"But," Darcy began, "You're the daughter of Darth Vader. You can do anything you want. And aren't you an Imperial royal? A Princess, actually?"

"Not exactly, I have my limits. Just because Vader's my father doesn't mean that he's the one solely in charge." Elena gave him a look, and he nodded thoughtfully, obviously digesting this new information.

"Guys!" Becé whined, drawing their attention back to her. The three girls stared at her.

"WHAT?"


After school had ended, the girls said their goodbyes to Darcy and decided to do a little shopping, which strangely enough, landed them back in the bookstore, where they headed for the comic books.

"Johnny Storm is wizard!" Becé gushed, glancing at a page where he was completely enflamed.

"Well I think Lady Deathstrike is amazing," Keira added in her usual Coruscanti accent, "Logan's the sexiest, of course." She flipped through an X-Men comic book.

Mara happened to be standing next to Elena, and she glanced down for a second at her friend's hands. She did a double take and stared.

Elena's fingernails were eerily silver. They shone unnaturally, not appearing to be normal. Mara frowned, looked back to the comic book, and back to Elena's hands. Realization hit her.

"Oh Force!" she exclaimed. "The adamantium claws!"

The other girls stared at her strangely. "Yes… and?" Keira asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, it's just…" Mara trailed off, staring at Elena, who was trying to hold back a grin.

"Rouge can also fly," Elena added. Mara's green eyes flashed in amusement and enthusiasm. "Oh, and Sue Storm can turn completely invisible or make other things invisible, too. She can also create powerful forcefields. Silver Surfer can travel through space, and he's practically indestructible. His metallic coating over his body, and his surfboard, make him so."

"Incredible…" Mara trailed off.

"Don't forget Multiple Man," Elena continued, enjoying the conversation immensely, "He can make copies of himself that can act independently."

"I can't believe it," Mara went on, staring at her with wide eyes.

Becé and Keira continued to stare at her, wondering why the Emperor's Hand was acting so odd.


I hope everyone enjoyed that chapter. If you review, I'll update more quickly!

To PippinBaggins: I hope I did Darcy credit and portrayed him well. Let me know how I did!

Everyone else: Go read PippinBaggin's story 'Spectre'! I know that if you enjoy this story, you'll enjoy 'Spectre' as well!

MtFbwy,

- Serena Kenobi