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Chapter 5: Anakin's Chronicle Volume 1
Her skin was like oil and fire growing wildly along her flesh. Sleep could not find her that night as she tossed and turned on her bed from another nightmare that would leave her shaken. Kleio's head turned to and fro on her seemingly heated pillow rebuking its firm clutches in search for a cooler surface. Her covers rested heavily around her legs snagging her tightly. Her black night dress stuck to her form and became dampened from sweat. Arms and hands stretched out to hold onto the people in her mind and stop them from suffering from the hands of the one she was sent to record and follow. But her hands stopped instead it seemed to squeeze in front of her. Tears poured down her face in sorrow and despair. She sat up with a silent scream clutching her throat and shaking profusely. Bright pink eyes glowed brightly in the pitch black dark space of her sleeping quarters. Her heartbeat wildly against her chest and her stomach clutched its muscles in attempt to rid the body of its contents.
The sound of her companion coming to life off of his dock was heard. She quickly untangled herself and rushed to the bathroom with bare feet slapping against the hard floors in her haste. She landed heavily against the side of the toilet and dry heaved over its opening. She cried spilling more tears as flashes of memories and actions to be recorded passed through her bleeding soul. Sweat glistened on her forehead while she gagged repeatedly fighting the desire of ridding her body of her previous meal. Her hand came up to brush back her hair while she coughed and cried until she could regain control over herself from her dream which was no doubt someone's nightmare. After a few minutes she sunk heavily against the cool steel of the floor and curled into a tight ball against the adjacent wall. With practice she slowed her breathing and used the back of her hand to wipe her forehead of perspiration.
Maestro flew inside the bathroom and scanned her body for illness. "My Lady, are you alright? Should I call for a doctor?" He asked with programmed emotional tone lacing through his words.
"No, Maestro." She croaked out, coughing while trying to gather herself.
Kleio's heart hurt from seeing another deed of Vader's as he sought to keep his master shrouded from finding clarity and the truth that he was preparing for his own coup behind his back. She swallowed thickly just thinking about what Palpatine had him do for the sake of the Empire. She had seen worse but Vader took things to another level leaving no rock unturned and no man unchecked or alive. She reflected on his raid of Kashyyyk destroying the small little rebel faction there which from her perspective was really a mixture of women, men, and children that were in some way involved with the Jedi Order. She watched him storm the forests fighting a few warriors that fought to their last breath to protect their families and loved ones from the deadly fate. A silent prayer whispered between her worried pink lips. Quietly she went over Vader's actions before pausing in thought. She stared onto the cold walls adjacent from her as if she was seeing Vader himself. His red lightsaber was aimed at the throat of young boy clearly a youngling from his past. The very young boy trembled with his hand holding the lightsaber defiantly before him. Her eyes traveled down the small boys shaking visage to see wetness in his pants and stain his front. She watched as Vader hesitated above the boy in contemplation. His hand stretched out and very quickly he knocked the young boy out of the way to the side. He spiraled in the air and hit his bead on a tree that caused him to lose consciousness but not enough to kill him.
Kleio's eyes blinked rapidly coming to her current reality inside the darkness of the bathroom. Her hands twitched to record what she had seen and danced above the hard floor as if she was writing. A small seed of hope bubbled inside of her from seeing this hidden act. Despite his cruel actions that night, all was not lost. She refused to believe that this was it for him. That moment of hesitation was proof that deep inside the darkness that was inside Vader there was a small ray of light. Anakin was still in there somewhere just searching for the justice he never got. There was still time to turn things around. She had to believe this. She needed something to hold on to especially if she wanted to be free of Palpatine. She wasn't quite sure if banking on Vader to be a better option than Palpatine but at this point she would take what she could get. Her fingers roughly came up and swiped at her eyes to be rid of her tears with determination. She managed to stand bracing her fingers flat against the wall while the other hand used the lid of the toilet to lift her up. Kleio's fingers danced to find the light switch cutting it on to illuminate the bathroom. Her feet went forward to propel her to the edges of the washing sink. Forcefully she cut on the faucet and watched the cold water rush down the drain. Her hands cupped the water and splashed it onto her face to wash away the stains from her grief. The coolness of the water touched her skin waking her up further from her murderous visions. She looked at herself in the mirror noting her messy appearance and bright puffy pink eyes. She quickly finger combed her hair and went about fixing herself up to get rid of signs of distress. No one deserved to see her in such a state and she wouldn't give anyone the privilege.
Quickly she turned off the faucet while reaching for a hand towel. She wiped her face clean before tossing it roughly on the side of the bathroom to be lost in a corner. Maestro flew down and she gently grabbed him. "Thank you for caring, love." She spoke before kissing a sensor on the side of his sphere build. He glowed a pretty pink before she let him go and he flew into her room. She looked at herself once more in the sink mirror satisfied before cutting off the lights and walking back into her dark depressing cage.
She leaned back to cut back on the bathroom lights and used them to navigate her room. Her eyes landed on Palpatine's half written chronicle lying open and forgotten. She picked it up along with a few other things making a silent decision to not return to the boxed cage. The space felt haunted after what she had just gone through. She quickly threw on a long black dress and began packing a bag. Her writing utensils and books along with a few extra pieces of clothing went inside. Very quickly she exited the room and rushed out into the hallways watching as the motion-sensor floors began to illuminate the pathway. Kleio immediately ran along the illuminated floors being sure to avoid the late night staff still burning the midnight oil. Maestro checked for corners making sure to avoid any personnel that would see her. Her feet took her to the library that had become her new sanctuary.
Once the sound of the doors sealing shut behind her reached her ears, she sighed in relief. She dragged her feet towards the makeshift resting area she created earlier and dropped her bag heavily listening to it fall like bricks. Maestro flew into the room and began his personal mission of scanning the contents of the library should she need any information. Kleio breathed deeply and leaned against the cool window glass before sinking to her feet. She looked down at the books surrounding her before she saw the infamous black one. Next to it she saw its brother, shining white lying next to it. For every good deed she wrote in Anakin's there was a horrific one waiting to be written in Vader's. With ease she quickly opened her writing case and dipped her pen in the ink pot. With therapeutic motions she began to write in Vader's. Her finger gripped her pen so hard it hurt while she recorded his actions that night. A few times she would ask Maestro the time but after a while she found herself not caring. All was silent well into the morning using the sound of the shift changes outside to know what was happening. But, she never left her new found oasis.
Kleio worked diligently writing in every book and telling every story as is. Palpatine's work came fluid to her having written his once already for the egotistical man. This was due to a gift that had to be kept a secret. Once she wrote something down it would forever be engraved in her memory forever. She wrote without pause other than to of course take care of herself with nourishment and hygiene purposes. Maestro was her only companion sense Vader had left her alone and vanished for quite a long length of time. Everything functioned fine and no one came to see her. Not even is so called General who found the ship's maintenance to be far more important than her life. Days and nights passed molding into each other until she could no longer tell unless she asked Maestro for the time. Sleepless nights began to fade into pleasant dreamless ones that allowed her a moment of peace. Through the expansion of time she wondered what Vader was doing a little afraid of the silence of his actions. She wanted to reach out and see what he was up to but she didn't want to break the peace she had found. She also figured as long as it wasn't violent, it was ok. For now at least. Surely acts done in silence could possibly be deadlier than their louder counterparts.
She now leaned against the window of Vader's war room glaring out into space and watching the storms of a gaseous orange planet rage in the distance. Her body was wrapped in a simple beige tunic and leggings with black boots up to her thighs. Her long eccentric now blue hair was pulled in a tight bun on her head. Violet eyes stared down at the items resting peacefully on the table she would need for her debriefing. She had warned the ship's General to not enter during her talk with Palpatine or risk certain death from the Emperor which of course caught his side gaze. She knew he would be troublesome and knew he would report this to Vader. She scoffed with humor knowing that Vader knew already so his actions would be for nothing. Her eyes checked the controls making sure the holograph projector was strong and ready to connect. With a heavy sigh, she pushed against the wall and walked forward towards the table. As she approached a red light went on and something blue was trying to come through. Immediately she settled down in an empty seat at the table and pressed the acceptance button.
A white light shined on her body reflecting her to him just as he was to her. His image appeared before her with stats of the quality of their connection. She pulled Vader's black book in front of her before giving the emperor her complete undivided attention.
"Lady Kleio. What news do you bring about my apprentice" Emperor Palpatine asked skipping pleasantries. She caught his gaze raking her checking for any sign of betrayal or information. His gaze left goosebumps along her arms which sickened her. Clearing her thoughts and maintaining her signature aloof expression she spoke with lightness in her voice.
She bowed in her seat and spoke. "Greetings, Emperor." She spoke taking note of his rather pale form and glazed yellow eyes. "Your apprentice has been most successful and adamant of serving you. I have seen his actions and recorded his history as required. You will find that his actions have been most… acute." She expressed for lack of a better word. She then opened Vader's book and showed the pages to the emperor. She watched as he read for himself the truth she had written. While he navigated through Vader's chronicles she paid special attention to Palptaine's disposition through the hologram. His skin seemed saggy and the veins pipping from his flesh were signs of strain and illness. His cloak that he used to hide himself looked like it was swallowing his crippling form. However the brightness of his eyes spoke volumes and she would bet a million troopers that this body was another clone that he has transferred his spirit into. He spoke and hummed catching her attention.
"Excellent." He commended. "He has been most busy as of late. You have done well."
She bowed and placed the book down on the table waiting for orders. "Now I will send him future coordinates on recent updates. Be sure to record how he fares as well as his search for the remaining factions of the Jedi Order goes." He spoke watching her reaction but noticing nothing in particular about her demeanor. He leaned back in his chair contemplating the enigma that was Kleio. Kleio served her purpose faithfully and well to him during the rise of his power. Since he had heard of her capture from his soldiers he had found her intriguing above all the other muses he captured from the temple. He had thought to make her a concubine as a reward but he found he liked her as she teetered along the edge of light and dark. She was energy that neither moved from one side or the other. He'd witness her go through emotions and he even tried to manipulate her into rage and anger by destroying all hope. But, she wasn't to be swayed. Who else was better than to send her to watch over his explosive apprentice? He applauded himself for exploiting her gifts in hindsight. However, she was a liability to the empire. One that would needed to be erased.
"I will send you a date and time for another briefing. Follow my apprentice this time. Wherever he goes, you follow along with him. I want everything to be recorded. Do not fail me in your supervision. Serve your Empire well." He spoke before his image disappeared.
She waited watching the red light fade before releasing a sigh of relief. Her teeth bit her lower lip not pleased at his instructions to tag along with Vader on his gruesome horror shows. Living vicariously was quite enough to haunt her. She recorded forty six Darths. Darth Vader was the second one she had to actually accompany to see on a first account his atrocities. Palpatine also known as Darth Sidious was the first. The other Darths she simply interviewed visited or allowed her to sit far away from danger. She turned off the nobs and closed his book safely.
Kleio was about to exit the room before her eyes fell on Darth's chair. She noticed it was oddly shaped and large for his frame. Carefully she approached it and ran her hands along the leather armrests. Wires and some attachments were built inside of it capturing her interests. She thought of his request to her and his words. Her eyes widened and she could feel herself tearing up. He promised if she did her part he would take her to Naboo. Her lips tightened in a thin line thinking of the possibilities that he would betray her. She quickly shook her head. She had no reason to believe he would not be true to his word. Did she? Self-doubt and second thoughts came to her causing her to sit down in his seat.
She sat there in the darkness smelling the scent of chemicals and leather. Kleio wondered what did Vader really smell like underneath that cage he wore. Just sitting in his space made her antsy and angry. Maybe she would take a peak and find him. Just to see what he was up to. She closed her eyes and relaxed her frame. Her breathing came out slow and meditative. She freed her mind of all thought but focused on Vader's energy. She could feel the force move inside of her and slowly her spirit went in search of the one she sought. She traveled quite far until she found herself standing in front of a very large network of catacombs made of red clay from the soil of the planet. A giant arachnid was before her speaking about things seen and information of new leads. She listened being careful to not get too close because Vader was very strong. He would feel her presence and most likely be angry. She watched him stand so powerfully and unafraid. She wished she could see his face to see the truth of his current temper. She had much to share with him including things about his General that he should be mindful of. Quickly, she released the force and was forced back into her body. She had questions for him along with the idea to slowly expose more and more of Palpatine's manipulations. This was the only way if she was to be free from Palpatine. Vader must be free as well because he was her ace.
Kleio hopped out of the seat quickly shivering from the experience. She collected Vader's book and walked back towards the safety of her room. Upon entry she listened as Maestro played a selection called Tamucun from Rdorigo yGgabrielela; two Togrutan guitarists that found fame on Tatooine for their unique sounds. Maestro flew down to inspect her and she kissed it in greeting. Maestro glowed pink again from bashfulness before going back to scanning the pages of the books in the library. She placed Vader's book down and picked up Anakin's white covered one. She rubbed the cover gently in a soft caress before she sunk down in her makeshift bed and begun to write more.
Kleio processed his actions taking note of how quite whiney he was at first. This did bring her some humor. Anakin was truly a bright and eager student wanting to impress the Jedi Council and bring great honor to his Jedi Master Obi Won. However, eagerness turned to arrogance as he had been told many times of him being the chosen one. This led to desires to become a Master and even share a seat on the council. She wrote realizing she was coming to a very important ending in his chronicle. He was denied these things because the Jedi Council and even his own Master thought he wasn't ready at the time. This shamed and embarrassed him. The Jedi Council believed he was far too emotionally attached as what was seen upon the death of his mother which he wasn't allowed to properly grieve his loss. But honestly how was any creature alive supposed to feel and move on after feeling the life of a loved one disappear in your arms. Should he have grieved he wouldn't have sought to seek revenge but instead meditated on his sorrow to avoid volcanic rage.
He found his trust slowly slipping from the light. The council didn't trust him to do tasks of a Jedi warrior and also his Master left him for quite some time to deal with other issues. Thus he didn't have a support system to lean on during his time of need. However, Palpatine saw this and from the very beginning, he fed into Anakin's arrogance and rage. While the Jedi refused him, Palpatine was there to encourage him to do as he pleased. Palpatine used the death of his mother to convince Anakin that the Jedi didn't have his best interest at heart. He told Anakin that the Jedi feared what he could be and his growing power. They fear lack of control and was also doing other political things to have control over the Alliance. Anakin felt his concerns were confirmed when the council asked Anakin to spy on Palpatine who became not just his friend but a mentor that showed more concern for him than Obi Won.
Kleio wrote well into the changes of the shifts and the growing darkness of the halls of the days and nights that passed. Angry tears poured down her face as she went through his story. She was almost done when she reached the last push over the edge. Master Windu went against Jedi Code of a fair trial to Palpatine and tried to eliminate. Anakin saw this and to him it was the ultimate proof that Palpatine was right and that the Jedi Order was a corrupt institution. The darkness already settled in his heart when he killed the Tuscan Raiders for the death of his mother. His hatred was fed by the growing resentment between himself and the Jedi Council. The betrayal came from the separation between himself and his father figure, Master Obi Won who he thought turned a blind eye away from him. And Palpatine solidified his stance on the dark side with the proclamation of Order 66 which ultimately killed Anakin Skywalker and gave birth to a new individual. Darth Vader. But, he did not complete Order 66 entirely. He did not kill…everyone. Anakin deviated from the plan and hid this well from his master.
She closed the white book and cried holding it to her chest protectively. Anakin's feelings ultimate had left his body now with no fear, anger, and living a life with nothing left to lose. She had witnessed many stories and heard the accounts of many Darths but never had one fallen so quickly and so harshly at that. The Jedi was wrong to think he fell because of his own anger and arrogance. Everyone played a part in Anakin's demise and at some point everyone had to take responsibility. But, there lies the problem. No one did. And no one wanted to. If Palpatine took responsibility it would mean owning up to the many lies he was fed thus ending his control of Vader. If the Jedi had done so it would mean going against their teachings and admitting their failure. If Vader did it would mean owning up to his arrogance and admitting that he was weak during that time. She closed his book with a soft turn of the cover ending Anakin's chronicle.
She dug into her bag for artwork materials and began engraving designs into the white cover. She found it fitting to use black ink and cracking techniques over the entire surface front and back. She paused thinking of what to call his completed book. Never had she wrote multiple books for a single Darth before. All Darths belonged in the Darth Chronicles. Nothing came to mind so she settled on simply putting Volume 1 for now and set it aside. She felt oddly complete and whole after completing the book. Her body fell gently back into the blankets she collected. Maestro could sense her contentment and so he quickly turned off the lights and began playing something light to ease her into sleep.
Vader cut off his ship after docking in the hanger of the larger craft that was his floating home. He listened to the engines calm, resting his body for a minute before getting out and being assaulted quickly with news and updates from the staff. All had gone well and he had checked many things to find that his position in the Empire was once again unchallenged. He watched the door seal shut and the air cleanse before he moved his ship into the hull where he could exit. Once he was done, he cut off everything and unlatched the door quickly. His body went into autopilot reflecting on the good mood of his master after he had visited him to report in person his deeds as well as see for himself how his master was faring. The Seer hadn't lied when she spoke of his eroding form prior to his departure. But despite the body his dark will was powerful and his resources strong. His fist balled and he began walking up the ramp where his General stood waiting to report things he cared less for. Sure enough everyone showed due respect and he questioned the whereabouts of their spines these days. Deciding not to ruin the mood he was in, he flexed his aura pushing his dark energy out watching as everyone seemed to move faster and out of his way. Even his General closed his mouth and went on as if he had something else important to do.
Vader walked along the path to his quarters with his thoughts focusing on the next few things he needed to take care of. Heavy feet beat across the ramp way into the halls of his ship where the lights illuminated the path to his quarters. His feet moved forward until he stopped suddenly. His head turned sideways down another corridor hearing something out of the ordinary. His feet took him to the room closest to his pathway and he realized it was his library. He sensed a high energy level coming out in gentle pulses like waves of an ocean against the shore. He walked closer listening intensely to the soft musical notes playing behind the steel doors. His hands reached out and with the force he opened them swiftly before strolling in.
Vader took calculated steps walking forward pass the rows of giant book shelfs in the dark. He flexed his hand calling forth the force should his rage be provoked. He boldly walked forward pass the row of tables that had books lain open across them to see something on the floor near the large window. A mechanical round droid flew down to hover in front of him. He watched curiously as it scanned his body in a red lighting. He watched its cyclops eye glow white.
"Welcome back, Darth Vader." It spoke in a pleasant voice before flying upwards towards a book shelf. Tiny steel thin limbs came out and turned the page of a book he was scanning rapidly. He recognized the little droid to be a companion to the woman which he heard about from a report sent by his General.
He walked closer to the source of the energy flow to see the very woman that the droid belonged, fast asleep on a pile of blankets and a pillow on the floor of his library. Her limbs had the cover wrapped around her ankles leaving her body visible to sight. She was scandalously draped in a light thin silver silk nightgown that had risen to her upper thighs. Her strange galactic hair spilled around her in a black and blue mass with roots shining a bright purple. Energy pulsed from her gently and he could feel it lulling him into a relaxed state.
He was infuriated by the site of seeing her in such a condition and unprotected. The woman was clearly mad and without sense. Anyone could come in here and take advantage of her in such a weakened state. His eyes looked around to see that she had made his library her own room. Books, ink pots, measuring utensils, paints, and pens were scattered around her body. A small bag filled with clothing sat in a corner. Did she not like her room? Where was it exactly? He left her sleeping arrangements to his General. Did she feel unsafe during his absence in her room? Did someone try to violate her in his domain? His anger grew and flexed about him dangerously. Using the force he nudged her to awaken so he could deal with the situation. An act he regretted as her legs moved and thus her gown rose higher.
Kleio was dreaming wonderfully in pure bliss. Everything was calm and she felt nice after her warm shower and a full meal. After finishing Anakin's story and Palpatine's this left her a lot of time to write in her own private Journal and occasionally write in Vader's when she witnessed him one night wreak havoc on another Tuscken Raider group. Sleep was fulfilling that night allowing her to truly rest. Her body felt warm and tense all of sudden. She could feel something push her and she wiggled deeply into her blankets moving her legs a bit to fight off whatever it was. Her body moved again and the force pressed on her with a heavy aura. She opened her eyes slowly to see what it was that was so…angry. She turned her body and her eyes fell onto black boots. She swallowed thickly and blinked the sleep from her eyes. She looked upwards along black pants and armor until they rested on the black helmet of Darth Vader. She looked at him growing clarity of her situation but refusing to respond giving him the floor to express his anger. Violet eyes seemingly pierced through the sockets of his helmet to stare up at him calling him to state his business.
"Sleeping here like this is foolish." He stated matter-of-factly. "Who has caused you harm?"
She licked her lips forming thoughts and processing them into words. His anger was questionable as she tried to also process his question. Her heart beat slowly and she relaxed hoping that he would as well by feeling her peaceful aura. "I have nothing to fear in your ship." She responded with sincerity.
Vader paused on this taking in her reaction. His anger turned to annoyance watching her speak the way she was as if she had not a care in the world. Her chest rose gently making her cleavage a bit more noticeable. Skilled fingers moved up and unfastened the buckles of his long black cape attached to his broad shoulders. She watched as he took his cape and tossed it to her roughly. She sat up slowly looking at herself before realization came to her. She took the cape gently feeling how heavy the material was before pulling it around her body. Vader walked over to window to look out into space crossing his arms over his chest.
"My master was in a rather rare mood regarding my performance. From your doing I imagine." He stated.
She looked around at the mess she had made to find the dark covered black book. She reached for his book lying with the others at her side and she handed it to him with both hands. He looked down at the large book for a minute. Anticipation to see what she had written filled him. He took it from her and opened it. His fingers flipped pages to a recent entry. He read her writing carefully leaning much about her skills. Every move was written with great detail in such descriptive prose that painted scenes of events and actions he had done clearly as if she was the one performing the act.
"Yes, I showed him the proof of your…activities." She explained while making sure to hide the white book away from his site under stacks of other books while he focused on the readings. She was sure what she had been working on as a side project would infuriate him and she would be beheaded. "He was most pleased." She spoke pulling his cape securely around her. "However, I do believe he is planning something as he stated that he will be sending you another mission shortly. He also requested of me to make sure I get your next actions and to follow you wherever you go to record literally everything you do. He does not like to hear that you wonder without his knowledge."
He closed the book and handed it to her. Kleio took it with both hands again and placed it to her side. "I also finished Palpatine's chronicle as well as recorded his new activities." She leaned over and handed him the finished book.
"I'm aware of his own mistrust growing towards me especially as my power has increased. He tries to hang onto his power but I have grown stronger. But death will be coming shortly." He scanned it amazed at her ability and raw knowledge of Palpatine. It was a miracle the woman was alive which meant her purpose was quite useful to the Empire. His eyes saw information he didn't know and some that solidified his reasoning for striking back at Palpatine for his deception and lies. The book felt heavier in his hands and he closed it knowing well that he needed a secluded place for his reading. His anger unleashed never ended in peacefully. He held it in his hands before looking down at her watching her stare up at him. For once he had found someone that was competent. Who knew a woman could do a job that would put great powerful men out of work. Since he made the deal with her she had been clear and transparent in her work. She had sent him information regarding her supposed secret meeting with Palpatine. She even shared truthful information and results instead of annoyance. He looked again at her situation finding her value of most importance to his own plans.
"Follow." He commanded before swiftly turning around with book in tow.
Kleio stood up quickly confused about his behavior but moved forward none-the-less. "Maestro." She called out catching the attention of her droid. "Come love." She spoke quickly following behind the dark one as he exited through the doors. She stepped in the halls feeling the cold air rush down from the vents making her very much aware that she was walking around in her sleeping negligée. His cape was heavy and she marveled at how physically strong he had to be to carry such weight on his shoulders. She had seen him on planets with much higher pressure and gravity bearings with the outfit on. Truly he was a strong male physically. Her bare feet paced the cold floor of his ship following right on his heels. They passed workers and storm troopers in the halls. They showed respect and moved out of their temperamental master's way. She blushed closing the cape tightly around her body to hide herself from view. She could see a few questionable gazed from others except the storm troopers who went on unconcerned. Her cheeks darkened again hoping no one got any ideas about her state of dress and about her purpose on the ship. She was simply an informative asset and shared some sentiments with his master. That was the only thing they shared.
Vader marched forward down the halls until they came to two large black steel doors. Vader's hand outstretched and they opened as if they weighed the size of two pieces of paper. Vader continued walking without stopping down a hallway that was darkly decorated then the rest of the ship. There were only three rooms in the corridor like where she was which seemed to house many for storage and waste. They walked further down until they came to a single large door. It opened and inside they walked. She stepped forward into the dark empty room when the lights above came on by themselves. She looked around seeing a large bed on the right, a large table on the left, and two black cushioned chairs placed by the window. She walked further into the room towards the window that had a view of space on the other side of the ship. A door was attached revealing the bathroom and the sheets on her bed were red and black. The place felt cold but it was vastly different from the other rooms she had seen from the one pop of color. She turned back to Vader who walked back towards the entrance.
"This is your new quarters. You are to report to me every morning to debrief. I do not want to see you being so reckless and sleeping where it is not safe." He stated with his back to her already thinking of things to be done. He wondered where her sleeping quarters were and reasoned that he would speak to his General later about this. "Your things will be brought here." His giant form turned to face her looking down at her through the mask. He needed to go to his chambers and rest his lungs. His body was tiring after being awake and using energy for two weeks straight. "You now report to me in the mornings unless I say otherwise. You have proven yourself worthy of my generosity. Disobey me or disappoint me from this point on and I will end your life without hesitation." With that he left the room leaving her inside alone with her companion.
She swallowed thickly and turned to look at her space. Happy tears came to her eyes and she smiled genuinely for the first time in a long time. She twirled in the large space feeling the cape curve around.
Maestro flashed colors approving of his mistress's endorphin levels and sound of glee that his voice recognition software detected. "See mistress, all is not lost." Maestro said before flying around the room scanning it into its data banks. She sat down on the bed and sunk into the deep cushions of soft material. She laid back fully, with a grin on her face feeling the nice silk sheets on her skin unlike the thick hot ones in her other room. A voice came on through the house speakers catching her attention.
"We are now headed for Chommell Sector of the Mid Rim. Prepare for transport."
She smiled brightly then feeling her heart beating with a rush at her luck. She looked to Maestro and leaned up a bit on her elbows. "You are right. All is not lost." She laid back down on her back thinking about the future which she hadn't done since she became a commodity to the Empire. She thought a bit more before her smile slowly faded. "Oh no. The book!" She squealed sitting straight up. "Maestro, quickly go get the white book that I have been writing in. It is laying on the floor among the stack of the others and has the name Anakin on it."
She rushed to the door still draping the cape around her looking for a Storm Trooper to help her. Seeing one crossing the way she ran up to him quickly catching his attention. "Excuse me sir." She called politely and growing upset that the man-made clones had no real names for identification. "Can you please go with Maestro here…" She pointed to her droid as it bowed politely to him. "…and help him collect my books from the library."
The clone nodded his head and bowed to her which shocked her a bit. He quickly followed the droid towards the destination while she returned to the room praying that Vader did not go back and find the book or worse someone else did. She waited patiently for several minutes until a ringing sound was heard. She recognized it to be Maestro making himself known. She quickly opened her door and Maestro flew in (rather low to the ground from the weight) holding the white book in his tiny clawed metal clutches. She relaxed visibly and looked to see the clone holding the others. He stopped at her door refusing to go in and she questioned the behavior. She took the books from his hold carefully as he bowed again and walked away briskly.
"That was odd. I wonder what that was about." She asked Maestro strolling to her bed and laying the books underneath it for safe hiding until she could find a way to hide her items.
"I believe it is because of this room. I have studied many ships and their designs. Our location or your new sleeping quarters is right where the mistress's dressing rooms would be but as this is shaped slightly different with specifications from the Emperor then this is also the concubines unit as is on his ship."
A loud slap and a frustrated sigh came out of her mouth catching the attention of Maestro. He flew down to look at his mistress in the face. "Oh dear. Did I say something wrong?"
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