Chapter 31
(Coruscant, Imperial Palace)
The moment lord Vader's ship returned above Coruscant all the palace went deathly silent. The rage of the Emperor had been evident when the supreme commander of the entire Imperial navy and armed forces had disappeared without so much of as a moments warning. So when the Exactor had returned another deathly chill ran through the innumerable halls of the palace as this time the rage of the Emperor was silent but present. Exar Kun on the other hand was a different matter. He was behind on schedule and luckily the Emperor had not raised issue over the matter, but the fact was that Kun was to have left onboard the 68th two days ago for the Tapani Sector, and he was deeply anxious to get moving and into this war, his war.
For now though he stood upon one of many palace landing pads with arms crossed across his chest, his robes elegantly hanging about his broad and tall figure as two Massassi guards flanked him on either side, and behind him and his loyal servants stood four royal guards of the palace. They were here no doubt on the Emperor's orders to watch not only he and Vader's interaction but to also ensure Vader himself knew to go to the throne room as soon as he returned and receive the verbal lashing that was undoubtedly to come his way.
So when the lambda shuttle came down from the Coruscanti skies and descended down further and further everyone silently stiffened and awaited the hulking monolith known as Darth Vader to descend the ramp. The shuttle landed upon the pad in due time, and slowly eased into a total stop where a hiss marked the descent of the ramp toward the pad, and the audible sound of the dark lords respirator came forth as did the source. Darth Vader stood alone and descended the ramp alone, his black cape shifting in the breeze and giving off a sense of superiority and power that flowed forth from the Sith lord. Exar caught his attention and gave him a polite incline of his head, and approached the fellow Sith lord and met him half way.
"Welcome back lord Vader. I trust your mission was a success?" Kun asked a twinkle of knowing in his deeply gray eyes, and Vader nodded slightly.
"Indeed it was. I was successful in retrieving the final piece I have been missing for a long time now, and can inform you and soon enough the Emperor that I have not just a daughter but a son as well. Twins." Kun raised his brow in surprise but really he should have expected something like that. There really was no other option besides twins.
"Ah, I see. Well then, congratulations are in order my lord Vader. I trust they are acclimating well to their new lives?"
"They will in time." Vader was quick to retort. "Leia is still adjusting to being of my blood, but my son, Luke, he is different n many ways. Accepting and trusting. Perhaps too much so, but in time I will remedy this." Kun nodded.
"Of course, and what of your apprentice? Was he of aid to you in this mission?" Vader placed his hands onto his belt as was normal of him, and curtly nodded his helmeted head once more. "Indeed it was he that made the mission a success and retrieved my son from the clutches of the wretched Jedi. He will too be made public to the Emperor today." Exar cocked a small smirk and suppressed a laugh.
"Ah so you intend on playing 'whose got the bigger stick,' with your master today Vader?"
"I will make it painfully clear to my 'master,' that I shall serve him still, but I am no longer incapable of fighting him off. He will either accept the inevitable or face my wrath prematurely." Exar inclined his head to the side in understanding, but didn't think it quite a good idea on Vader's part, but decided to say nothing. Though he knew Vader was going to be quite cross once he heard the news coming from the Outer-Rim. Something that had already sent the Emperor and the staff of the Empire and the loyalists into a frenzy, but Kun was sure to allow Vader time to see the error of taking on the Emperor at this juncture. After all it was Vader's actions on Tatooine that no doubt brought this new enemy further into the light...metaphorically speaking of course.
Exar needed to get going however. He had a war to get into and now more than ever his blood boiled for the thrill of battle again, so it was time to wrap up this impromptu meeting and make for Tapani with dear Viathan by his side.
"Very well lord Vader, but I will recommend you be mindful of your aggression and will to destroy the Emperor before it is the right time. You may never know what unexpected consequences may come your way." Vader cocked his head to the side, but Kun interjected before he could speak.
"Now...do tell me where my apprentice is? I would very much like to get going sooner rather than later." Kun asked in his oddly enthusiastic voice, common of the dark lord, but Vader seemed to look down in thought, and Kun could imagine behind his mask Vader's eyes were furrowed as if he was deep in thought, and something was off about that. Making Exar cock a brow.
"Your apprentice..."
"Viathan yes. The boy who brought your daughter with him from Alderaan, brought down that rebellion, no doubt aided you in your mission...you asked for him to go with you!" Exar declared with his voice laced with incredulity as more and more, Kun began to think Vader had forgotten about Viathan. But, that was a ridiculous notion...wasn't it?
Vader was quiet for a moment longer and then looked from side to side as if he were looking for something, but in the back of his mind, Kun felt a very, very unwelcome thought creep into his head, and if true he was not going to be a happy Sith. Not this day.
"Vader...did you..." Kun really didn't want to ask but he was compelled to. "Did you by any small chance happen to leave, or forget, or ABANDON my pupil?!" Exar demanded, his gray eyes blazing as the idea made his blood boil in an all new way from before, in rage. The unmoving black pits you could call eyes for Vader on his mask stared blankly back at Kun and silence once more passed between them for a moment longer.
"I gave him an order to aid Starkiller in looking for the child, for Luke, and they both engaged a Jedi woman. I did not see him after that...I had-"
"Forgotten about him?!" Kun interjected with cool and barely contained fury. The nerve of Vader, the nerve of this man who he has helped time ad again, for he to leave his apprentice behind wherever he had gone, made Exar momentarily feel the dark side swirl around and within himself.
"It was not my intention!" Vader boomed back as he took on a look of posturing with Kun, and that just made Exar bristle with anger. For all that this was his fault Vader had the nerve to begin posturing with hi right now? For what? His hurt ego over forgetting something?
Exar rolled his shoulders, and took in a deep breath through his nose, before releasing it slowly, and clearing his throat he placed a smile on his face before looking to Vader's mask once more.
"Very well lord Vader. I have a war to attend to, and I would appreciate you keep my apprized of developments on your end. I have many...duties to attend to." Vader visibly reeled back in shock at the sudden turn of Kun's demeanor as the gray eyed Sith turned on his heel and suddenly made for another shuttle pad.
"Kun!" Vader called. Forcing Exar to turn back and loom to Vader with a look of bored, but hidden below the surface anger in his narrowed eyes.
"It was a...mistake on my end. If you need any aid I-"
"It will not be required lord Vader." Exar replied briskly and over-dramatically bowed, and once more turned on his heel leaving Vader behind. It would be one of the few times in his career as a Sith lord Vader could honestly say he was afraid. Afraid he had in this moment alienated himself from his one and major ally, and for that he silently berated and cursed himself. However, the time to ensure Kun's continued support had to be put off for now. Vader had a walking skeleton known as Darth Sidious to attend to first and foremost.
As Vader was taking care of his own business Kun and his two following Massassi made for his own shuttle which had been prepped and readied for takeoff some time ago, and was ready to make for the Scorcher, above Coruscant, the lead ship f the 68th feet which had finally been returned to max strength for Exar. Onboard admiral Refflet had already readied the entire fleet for immediate takeoff to make for Fondor and then begin the great reconquest of the Tapani sector. Only when he and his guard boarded the shuttle, and the subsequent Stardestroyer Kun was silent. Not in an obvious rage like manner, but rather a cool brooding that if one were to truly look into his steel eyes, they would get the idea that Exar Kun was not to be trifled with. Not now, and not today. So that made it a perfect day to kill some Moff traitors.
"Admiral Refflet."
"Yes, my lord Kun?" Asked the well dressed and tall imperial officer as they both stood upon the bridge of the Scorcher and looked out toward the ever massive and awe inspiring Imperial fleet at their command.
"Contact Grand Admiral Grant, and inform him that we will be departing now. Make for Fondor, and from there I want you to set up a conference between myself and all admirals and generals of higher status. We will begin preparations for the downfall of the Moffs in Tapani at once."
"Of course my lord Kun. At once." Refflet bowed and made for his duties, and left Kun to stand at the bridge head and look out the viewport with a glare being sent to no one, as he was flanked and guarded by his silent brute Massassi warriors.
'Oh lord Vader. You certainly have put me into a very, VERY foul mood today haven't you?' Exar stated in a mocking tone inside his own head as he sneered toward the nothingness of space. Kun only had one consolation prize from this mess, and that was the fact that Vader would soon be dealing not only with his master the Emperor, but also get a little surprise in the form of a few annoyingly ill timed rebels in the Outer-Rim, and these would not be so easily swept away like the ones on Dubrava, and with that everything Kun had planned and plotted for was coming to fruition. And that much at least allowed a faint smirk to cross his dark features as he and the fleet was soon thrown into hyperspace. To make for war and a new Sith golden dawn.
(Coruscant, Imperial Palace, Darth Vader)
Vader sneered as he made his way through the upper halls of the palace. It wasn't just because the royal red guards of his master shadowed him without even so much as saying a word to him. No it was also that everyone in the palace looked to Vader as if he were a dead man. Little did they know that he would come out the stronger today, and would make this galaxy bend to his whim. However, there was something else going on here. Vader had noticed it as soon as he had entered into the palace. Analysts, officers, agents, and all manner and sorts of workers of the Empire and his master were running about in a near frenzy. Some were so engrossed in their work that they didn't see or acknowledge Vader, and that made the Sith lord suspicious. All Vader knew was that once he was before his master he would not only prove to the old man that he was now capable of standing up t him, and in time, defeating him, but he would also demand to know what had everyone in such a stir.
When they reached the doors to the throne room Vader didn't bother to wait and for once opened the throne doors himself and smirked behind his mask when he felt all the guards tense and flinch when he did so, but they did not reproach him and merely continued to follow the monolithic dark lord deeper into the throne room. Where upon his mighty seat sat the old bag of bones himself. Darth Sidious, Emperor Palpatine. The old man stared down toward Vader with an unhidden sneer upon his wrinkled and scowling face as his yellow Sith eyes burned and bore into Vader. Down at the foot of the throne and stairway to the seat was director of Intelligence Armand Isard, and a holo-image of the infamous I.I enforcer that Vader had worked with before from time to time, Lord Cronal. Apparently Vader had barged in on a conversation...good.
Nearing the throne Vader stopped and slowly fell into a kneeling bow before Sidious. "Greetings my master, director Isard and lord Cronal." Vader greeted as his helmeted face stared down to the floor beneath him. "I have returned from my mission in the Outer-Rim." The Emperor, Vader could practically sense it, sneered deeper and almost let loose an indignant laugh but held himself as he merely stared some more at is kneeling, 'apprentice,' for a time more.
"Yes I noticed lord Vader." Sidious intoned as the other two men remained deathly quiet as the two Sith silently squared off. The dark side radiated throughout the throne room and prickled the air itself, supercharging it and making any nearby Force user feel the pull of the great and dark power.
"Tell me lord Vader. Why is it that you left in such a hurry while we have a war to manage? Why is it that my supreme commander of the entire navy and armed forces decided he should take his flagship and make for the Outer-Rim?" Palpatine demanded in a voice just above a whisper dripping with venom.
"Simply put my master I was following the wayward senator from Alderaan, Bail Organa. He has, despite lord Kun and your work master, defected from us, and the Empire."
"Of this fact I am painfully aware lord Vader." The Emperor spat in reply, and Vader chanced lifting his head up while still kneeling to see the Emperor with a deeper scowl than before.
"How is this master?" Vader asked, and Sidious finally allowed an almost mocking laugh escape him, before he turned to a button upon his chairs armrest and activated a massive holo-projector in the throne room, and there came forth the visage of a woman. She had wild, but long wavy hair, dark eyes, and what looked to be a hard scowl upon her face, and then it hit Vader. It was that Jedi woman from Tatooine! But what was she doing on his masters holo-projector? He would know why as Palpatine pressed another key.
"People of the galaxy. Man, woman, Human, Twi'lek, Togruta, Selkath, Noorian, and all others! Hear my voice, the voice of coming freedom from the oppression of both the Moff and Imperial menace! The voice and call of rebellion!" The woman declared and Vader immediately felt a pit of anger well within him. After all he had, had the chance to kill her, but let it slide! Now what was she doing?
"Many if not all will not know me, but I am Jedi, and I say so proudly and loudly for the Emperor, and his lapdog Vader to hear, for I do not fear them! They are cowards at their cores and flaccid in the face of the Moffs and now another enemy me, and my allies. I have formed what I and my allies have called officially the United Rebellion Movement. The U.R.M is not the rebellions this galaxy is too used to by now! Petty insurrections, poor management terrorist resolve and a lack of conviction! We are the rebellion of the future, a wave of renewal and change! Wit the armies of our alliance backing us we shall defeat and bring low the Emperor, Nox Vellam, and Darth Vader!" The woman went on with a convicted and even inspiring voice, that Vader had to begrudgingly admit was motivating.
"The droid armies of the Clone Wars have indeed been reactivated, but unlike before they will not be your conquerors, but your liberators! Geonosis, Manaan, Sluis Van, Dac and more have joined in our cause and our navies are growing, our armies innumerable, and our resolve indestructible! We shall like a saber cut through the stagnating and corrupt governments of both the Moffs and Imperials! To all who would join come forth in rebellion, to worlds that would aid and rebel come forth and call upon us and aid shall come! To our enemies know this; your time is ending, and I will personally ensure you fall further than all who came before you. The hour is now for rebellion, and let us all unite to destroy that which has for too long oppressed us! I am Kellia Nelrain, and I am the Supreme Commander of the U.R.M, and I will come for all of you. To either aid, or destroy."
She said in a low voice filled with conviction Vader had not seen in a rebel leader in a long time and sneered under his mask as he, for the second time this day, wanted to slap himself. It wasn't just him either as the Emperor ended the recording and returned his horrid gaze to Vader.
"Tell me lord Vader, did you know anything about this?"
"Not at all master." Vader said. Which in all honesty was a truth, though technically Vader did know about this Jedi woman, Nelrain, and even had the chance to kill her. He decided it was best to just keep that fact to himself for now.
"Ah very good. I would hate to think you wandered into the Outer-Rim, had an opportunity to uproot this rebellion before it gained traction, and didn't act upon it at all." Sidious oozed the words out his mouth and Vader bristled beneath his suit as he could feel his masters gamble. Either he did really know Vader had a chance to kill this Kellia, or he was trying to force Vader to admit to his incompetence himself.
"Bail Organa my master was in possession of information I required. He fled to the Outer-Rim world of Dac, and then made for the Arkanis sector, and then Tatooine."
"Tatooine? The home of Skywalker?" The Emperor repeated with obvious confusion about his voice, and Vader nodded as he remained kneeling, but looking up to his masters brooding yellow eyes.
"Yes master. I have come across a great truth wrapped in a web of lies concerning the princess of Alderaan, and a farm-peasant of Tatooine that I needed to confirm myself, and that is why I left without notice." Sidious cocked his brow, and looked down to Vader and began probing the Force for answers to the questions upon his mind, but oddly Vader seemed far more capable of repelling him, and this made Palpatine all the more curious, and enraged. Though he suppressed it masterfully.
"Oh? Do tell, lord Vader, what is this truth you have uncovered?" Sidious commanded. Once more seemingly mocking his apprentice.
"I confronted senator Organa with suspicions provided by lord Kun concerning the senators daughter Leia Organa, who he and your hand Zalliste had been in close proximity with in recent weeks. Indeed with the return of your hand, Kun ordered the princess to be brought back with him to Imperial Center."
"The princess of Alderaan is here? Without the command or wish of Bail Organa?" Palpatine commented and Vader nodded before continuing.
"Yes master. Kun discovered an untrained and untapped raw Force potential in the girl. So powerful indeed that in no way could Organa be her true father. Indeed she was adopted secretly. It was by my confrontation and investigation that I cam upon this truth. She is...my daughter master. Not his."
"WHAT?!" Sidious bellowed and slammed his boney hand into his armrest and the Force whined as his dark power sent ripples throughout the room, and Armand Isard visibly went wide eyed with shock. While the ever hard to discern Cronal cocked his head to the side as if to study Vader, but both remained silent.
"How is this possible lord Vader?! And furthermore, why did you not tell me of this sooner?!" He demanded but both Sith knew why. It was the Sith way to keep a secret, secret as long as possible or necessary. For reasons Palpatine couldn't understand Vader believed it unnecessary to hide this from him...'why was that though?'
"Forgive me master, but I needed to be sure before jumping to conclusions. I also confronted the senator about his indiscretions against us master, and learned through a slip of the tongue on his part that there are two children, twins master. I have a son, who was being watched on Tatooine by non other than Obi-Wan Kenobi. The Jedi escaped but I have both of my children with me. Where they rightfully belong, and have belonged all along." The emperor visibly and slowly returned to his calm and collected demeanor as his shock and momentary lapse of self control faded away. However, there was still an ever present hint of a sneer upon his face, as he stared down to Vader. This whole situation was alarming for him of course.
'Two Skywalker children! Force knows how they were born, or kept so well hidden, but something else here is wrong. Vader is different, and I don't like this. One bit...'
The Emperor mentally thought, still staring down toward the monolith Sith lord who stared back at him with his unmoving black mask eyes.
"I see..." Was all Palpatine said after another moments silence, and the room was filled with no sound but Vader's respirator. "Tell me then lord Vader. You were in Arkanis to retrieve your son I assume, so I ask again did you have any prior hand knowledge of this rebellion forming out of the remnants of our old enemies? You were practically on their doorstep."
"I did not master. I confronted two Jedi, and a battalion of droid units yes, but that did not make me believe some mass rebellion was forming. Making the question relative to point of view, my master." Vader coolly replied and tactically maneuvered out of the question.
"Relative, lord Vader?" Sidious sneered, but said nothing more and neither did Vader. The tenseness in the room was all consuming and to be honest both Isard and Cronal no longer wanted to be present.
"Very well lord Vader. I'll accept that you were too foolish to realize the full extent of the rebellion. I'll accept that you had tunnel vision at the mere idea of finding the children of, 'her,' but I will ask you a final question. Do you intend on training these children who are what, thirteen years old now?" Vader gave a curt nod of his head, but still maintained his submissive kneel.
"They are young master. Very impressionable. They will make powerful Sith, and if I am not mistaken you and lord Kun are doing away with lord Bane's Rule of Two are you not?" Palpatine's lip twitched in annoyance but he nodded.
"Then with your...permission master, I will train my children to be not only my successors, but great and powerful Sith, and they will, in their own time, defend and aid in building up the Galactic Empire." Sidious felt the uncertainty in the Force swirl about hi, but he had to admit the idea of two Skywalker children being trained to use the dark side was tempting. Vader, of course could be cats aside in time with ease, and for him he would have trained his two children for his own eventual replacement. Not by them but by Sidious, and the Emperor was in need of successors. Worthy ones at that, and not broken half-men. However, Sidious had to again remind himself that something about Vader was definitely off.
'Bah! I haven't the time for this! There is a blasted war to be won, and I still may have uses for Vader. His children will be until then mere distractions for me to exploit at sometime, but until then...you win this round my dear apprentice.'
"Very well lord Vader. You have my blessing to train and legally gain rights over your children. I will expect you to not fall behind in your duties as Supreme Commander however. There is a war still to be fought and won." Vader bowed his head deeply, and behind his mask smirked broadly.
"Of course my master. As you command. I will not fail you."
"See that you do not. Now, return to your palace and return to directing the war front. I shall summon you when I have new orders for you myself." Sidious commanded and Vader rose to a stand only to bow halfway again.
"As you will, my master." The baritone voice of Vader replied and with a whirl of his flowing cape, turned and steadily left the throne room.
"Do you wish for us to keep watch on your apprentice your majesty?" Armand asked after a moments silence but Sidious shook his head with a sneer as he kept his yellow eyes trained on the throne room entrance where Vader had just left.
"No. I have my means for watching him, and keeping this Kath hound in line. Vader will play his part, and in time he shall learn the cost of testing my patience, but not today. Today director Isard, you will send all relevant data on this rebellions movements to lord Vader's palace for him to direct war resources, and you lord Cronal, you shall continue your search for the traitor among us. I feel that you may be on to something."
"As you will, your majesty." Cronal responded and faded away, and Isard left to do his own duties. Leaving Sidious alone in his throne to snarl and brood in silence, as more and more the Force seemed to be moving against him, and that he could not allow. Something needed to be done, and soon.
(Coruscant, Vader's Palace)
"Whoa...so this is fathers palace huh?!" Luke asked wide eyed as they walked into the entryway of the palace from the shuttle their father had ushered them onto as he went to the palace.
"Well what did you expect Luke? He is Darth Vader after all..." Leia said with a small smile on her face as she enjoyed being in the company of her long lost twin. Indeed the more she was around Luke the more she felt at ease. It didn't matter that they only knew each other for what...maybe two days and a half now? She still felt like she had known him all along. Only never met him...it was weird to say the least. Though, she dearly wished Vader wasn't her father, Leia had to admit she did feel oddly connected to the Sith lord, and well...she couldn't explain it bu it felt right to be with Vader, but that was treading old ground, and it was all still so surreal to her that sometimes she found herself going into a conversation with herself about Vader that she had not an hour ago, but come on! It's Darth Vader for Force sakes!
"Leia? Hellooooooo Leia you there?"
"Huh?" She said snapping from her umpteenth musing to see Luke staring at her with a mix of humor and worry in his bright blue eyes. She shook her head and the musings aside and smiled.
"Yeah Luke I'm here. Just thinking is all."
"Bout' what?" He asked ever the inquisitive ex-farm boy from Tatooine.
"Nothing much really...don't worry about me Luke." He narrowed his eyes, but nodded and said no more as he returned to looking around the massive hall they were in. Then running to a balcony to look at all the passing speeders...then darting in and out of rooms to 'explore.'
Leia again smirked and shook her head as she looked out a nearby viewport opting to not go out on a balcony as her Noghri guards, or Cahrir and Kohr as they were now called in shortened form, shadowed her around but usually kept a comfortable distance. She sighed as she recounted much of the recent events. From Alderaan to Coruscant and of course Tatooine, but more importantly Leia thought about the people involved. From Exar Kun, Darth Vader, that Starkiller boy who was oddly missing in action right now as she thought about it, and of course there was her imperial friend, which was an odd concept to the thirteen year old princess who was all but taught to hate Imperials, but yet it was true. Her friend Viathan who she had heard say his name was originally...Valek, or something? He was an odd character indeed, but obviously troubled. He was polite enough. Had all the manners of a good imperial underling, but she didn't like to think of him as an underling. He had despite their great many differences treated her with respect and almost as if he saw her as an adult, and she had been all too happy to accept his companionship back in Aldera, and on Coruscant as well. Viathan was...well what was he to her? It was hard to define what they were really. Friends...acquaintances...I mean she knew they officially agreed to be friends but still they hadn't had much time to talk since then. Actually...the more she thought about it Leia realized she hadn't seen him since before Tatooine...'oh Force.'
She thought as her eyes widened to herself as she scanned her own memories rapidly and realized that from when he and her father left the Exactor to their return to it after the battle she hadn't seen the ever present of late Sith boy, and what was most annoying was the more Leia thought the more it dawned on her that she left him behind, as did everyone else. Now what kind of friend does that. "Kriff." She said aloud as she tried to think of something.
"Whoa language." She snapped around and saw Luke looking amused at her, but quickly frowned at her expression, as he noted her narrowed eyes, and he could...'feel' that she was distressed.
"What's up Leia? You don't seem so good."
"I'm not...I just remembered somethin...or, no someone and I think...I think we left him behind on Tatooine..." Luke's eyes widened. "Oh." Was all he could muster as he too suddenly looked as if he were in thought.
"Ah, who exactly? I mean I know you, father, that Starkiller kid, but I am still kinda, I dunno new I guess?" Leia rubbed the back of her neck as her eyes darted to the side.
"A friend, and one that I can't believe I forgot for kriffs sake!" Luke looked slightly taken aback by the cursing; probably a symptom of being a well nurtured farm-boy, but nodded anyway at seeing his twins distress.
"Well...maybe father can do something...I mean do you think he's dead?"
"No...maybe...no, no I don't think so." Leia said as she remembered the very small, 'force-bond' she and Viathan shared from their training, and while it was nothing to base facts on she had been learning to trust her gut instincts and the Force more, and for whatever reason she seemed comfortable saying that Viathan was indeed alive.
"I feel that he is alive Luke. I know I probably seem weird looking so worried but...well I don't know he's my friend." She said aloud though she herself was more confused on the matter as it was still odd just calling an Imperial, let alone a Sith a friend, but Luke waved her worries off.
"Why would you look weird? I mean he's your friend right?" She nodded and Luke smiled. "So, there you go! Friends help friends right, and care about them?"
"You're a little too naive Luke, but you mean well."
"What does that mean?" He asked with a tilt of his head in confusion, but Leia only sighed.
"He's an Imperial Luke..."
"And?"
"What do you mean, 'and?!'" She demanded incredulously, only for Luke to shrug.
"Father is an imperial, heck he's THE imperial, and we're doing okay around him and we are on the Imperial capital. Yeah he's Darth Vader and all that factual stuff, but come on Leia did he seem all that bad?"
"Well...no, I guess."
"Yeah, so why would I question you having an Imperial friend? I already assumed there had to be good and bad people in the Empire Leia, it just depends on the person really." Luke said smilingly, no doubt proud of his little speech, and Leia cocked an impressed brow.
"Okay...maybe I was a bit quick to judge your naivety Luke, but on Alderaan when I lived with Bail I was raised to hate the Empire and everything it stands for, and Vader is its poster boy."
"And our father Leia. No matter what I or you may think about that I am glad in a way he is. It makes sure you're my sister after all!" The boy said smilingly and Leia returned it as she felt that odd feeling of companionship well up in her again. He did have a point. At least Vader being their father made them siblings, and Luke may be an air-head, but she was getting used to the fact he was her air-headed brother.
"Alright fine point made, but things are still not as simple as you may think Luke. I need...time to get used to everything. You seem to be doing a lot better at acclimating to everything then me."
"Well you try living on a moisture-farm in the middle of Tatooine's wastes for thirteen years. Always hearing stories about what happens beyond your little desert rock, and hearing things about who your father was but never being able to meet him. I mean Vader was not what I expected or maybe wanted, but it's something, and I'd rather have that than nothing right?" Leia nodded her head to the side in concession, but still didn't think it would be quite so easy for her to accept everything, and if so not for a long, long time.
"But anyways, all this family stuff aside, we'll ask father if he can help with your friend."
"What friend?" Both twins spun around to see non-other than Darth Vader standing in the entryway to the hall. The Sith lord approached them with his hands clasped to his bet, and through the Force they could both tell Vader was pleased with himself. Leia supposed the meeting with his oh so wonderful master went well for him, and so she silently grimaced at his arrival.
"I don't know exactly, but Leia knew...uh, wait what is his name?"
"He called himself Viathan." Leia informed as Luke attempted to speak for her, but obviously he didn't have all the information yet.
"He went with us to Tatooine Vad...I mean father." She corrected and silently cursed as Vader tilted his head at that. She was trying to call him father, but it still felt weird.
"He is the apprentice of Lord Kun, and was the one who brought me to Coruscant in the first place."
"I am aware." The dark lord said curtly, and Leia only frowned in turn, while Luke just watched the mild interaction with interest, as he had seen now and before how uncomfortable Leia and their father interacted with each other.
"You're aware? Then do you know where he is?!" Vader folded his arms as if in defiance of Leia's rising and haughty voice.
"I do not, and you would do well to contain yourself, daughter." The Sith lord warned and Luke grimaced when Leia's eyes flared in anger.
"Contain myself?!" She cried back...obviously not containing herself. "I just wanted to ask you if you knew anything and you tell me to what? Calm down! He's my friend, and did he not help you get Luke? What did you do, send him off to his death, and not tell me because you just don't give a kriff?!"
"I would highly suggest you stop while you're ahead, daughter. You would do well to not consider my patience endless, and it is not becoming of a lady of the Empire, and my daughter to use sch curses, and at the least not in my presence. Also, do not presume to know my thoughts, actions or intentions in this matter." Leia pointed her chin upward to the Sith lord in direct defiance to her father and like him folded her arms across her chest,
"He's my friend, and...well I may have forgot about him too, but I want t make sure he's okay at least." She said more coolly now, but with no less venom, and Vader remained silent for a moment longer before speaking.
"There is nothing I can do."
"Why not?!" She demanded as Luke just frowned more as his...family, just proved more dysfunctional now more than ever. Also, Leia was going red in the face, and that didn't seem good at all. Especially since Luke could feel something coming from her, and it was powerful. 'This Force thing is weird.' He thought as he figured that's what he was feeling from her.
"There are two main reasons, Leia." The Sith replied using her proper name.
"For one, if the boy is indeed dead, which I do not know for certain then there is nothing to be done about it, and he fought and died well for the Empire."
"What a very humanitarian outlook you have father." Leia spat but Vader ignored.
"Second, I have already been made aware of what may have been; in our shared relief at having Luke brought to us, a lapse of memory. W are both of us to share in this blame however, as you neither I remembered, and while embarrassing it s not the end of the galaxy." Leia wrinkled her nose in agitation but didn't say anything and poor Luke just went to staring at the floor as the rest of his actual blood family argued, and he realized this was not what he had in mind for a family coming together that he fantasized about, bit what could you do right?
"Even if I were to try and do anything to aid the boy it wold be undesired by lord Kun, who has been made aware of the lapse on our part, and is going to take care of the problem himself as he heads for Tapani to crush the Moff threat there."
"Exar Kun knows?"
"He was the one who made me aware." Vader said and Leia only nodded but didn't lose any of her defiant look.
"Who's Exar Kun?" Luke asked finally seeing a way into the conversation. Vader turned to him. "Exar Kun is an ancient Sith lord, that through the power of the Force and the dark side returned to the realm of the living after being a spirit upon the moon of Yavin IV."
"Wow." Luke replied but looked unbelieving. "Can you really do that with the Force?"
"Anything is possible through the Force my son." Vader responded in a more cheery; if that was possible, tone, and Luke looked very intrigued. In that naïve boyish way of his of course. "Will you be teaching us, me and Leia, to use the Force?"
"Not just the Force, but the dark side of the Force. You will discover that the Force is at its most potent and powerful when you embrace the power of the dark side, and unleash your raw and instinctual power." Luke nodded, though at the term 'dark side,' he slightly grimaced, but Leia took it in stride. This was all old news to her.
Vader noticed her uninterested and indeed far away look and so decided to try and 'comfort,' her worries over the apprentice of Kun.
"I will try to acquire information on the boy as it comes from lord Kun, Leia. He will be fine. I feel this to be true, and as should you. Use your feelings, and search them, and the Force shall tell you what you ask of it." She eyed him for a moment with those big brow eyes, and seemed to do as told by Vader, who also felt her stretch her senses in a very untrained but effective manner, and she merely nodded back to Vader after a while and remained silent.
"In time you will see the worth of 'friends,' my daughter. You shall forget, and be better for it.' Vader thought and gave a satisfied nod more to himself than anyone else.
"Now, let me get you both situated in rooms, and I will ensure that your needs are met, as well as the basic necessities. In time you both will make powerful Sith and heirs to the Empire." Vader declared, and the twins merely looked to one another, as was oddly becoming common for them, and they followed their father as he assigned rooms for them, and the lives of Prince and Princess Luke and Leia Vader began.
(Several Days Later, Lehon, Unknown Regions)
The world was a wasteland. No, no that was being far too kind of him. Viathan could see that this world was a dump! He stood out on a grassy plateau that was perched high above what seemed to be a beautiful and ever expansive sea of small islands and old, decaying and broken ships from all manners and kinds. He had taken his ship, a small freight of nondescript nature from a Rodian smuggled back on Tatooine, and it had landed with relative ease at his direction but now that Viathan stood upon this word he couldn't understand why the dark side had called him here.
Surely his finding of that ancient map was the will of the Force and the dark side wasn't it? It had to be, otherwise he was severely wasting his time here. The skies here were very blue, indeed so blue Viathan thought it a little odd, but it did seem like this world was tropical by nature. The grass was green and serene, but seemed untouched in many, many years. Yet, there was a darkness radiating off and through this world, and Viathan could feel those who passed here before him. Two of these ancient imprints in the Force were very powerful and dark. Viathan had also felt it in orbit of the world. Surrounding the world was a graveyard of broken machinery from something Viathan could not tell what it was, but it had formed a ring of debris around the planet, but it too felt dark, and old.
Viathan sighed and rubbed his neck as he hadn't slept since before the battle at Tatooine. He refused to. He was in near constant pain, and not just from lack of sleep but the effects of the lightning were felt by him. Sudden muscle and nerve spasms caused him to girt his teeth in all consuming pain, but he pushed on through and with every surge of pain cam a deepening of his power, and a further dip into the endless pool of the dark side. It was an intoxicating rush, and it kept him going, as he would have otherwise collapsed from days without seep alone. His cloths were singed and burnt all over, and he looked terrible. He had seen his face in a mirror, and not only were his eyes a deep crimson red, but his face had a nasty electrical burn on his right side of his face. It was a rip into his flesh with a charred scar forming that Viathan had applied some solvent to after taking the ship and was certain that wit that and some bacta he would heal. However, his long hair had received a great blow. It had been essentially fried by the lightning and was missing chunks and pieces all over as portions of it were longer or shorter than others. So, Viathan had decided it was tie to cut off the majority of his long ponytail, and opt out for a shorter style that didn't go full military style buzz-cut, but left his head with his natural wavy, hair but short enough to where it didn't get in his eyes, and simply was a head of hair, and he rather liked the oddly relieving feeling of it, but apart from his hair and face. He had electrical burns across portions of his back and chest, but they like all other scars from years in Palpatine's service would heal, and until then the pain they caused would keep him moving.
"Now what?" He asked aloud to the quite and unresponsive world as he stood alone in this plain perched high above the seas of the world. As if answering him however, Viathan felt a presence, and it was approaching. He turned to his right and saw an immature Rancor and grimaced.
"Great." The beast had become interested in the sudden sounds of the ship most likely, and though it wasn't fully mature, it was still probably five feet bigger than he, and looked down to him with its mighty teeth and claws laid bare as it sniffed the general area around him. It was a pale tan color Viathan noticed as it neared him, and it had scars along its neck and shoulders from what looked like other Rancor's.
"I see we share similar lives. Fighting and baring the results of this fighting." Viathan talked aloud as he himself thought he sounded crazy talking to a Rancor, but through the Force Viathan sent calming waves, and entered into the beasts mind as the two locked their eyes, and the Rancor became transfixed and seemingly unable to move.
Viathan used his new-found power in the Force, thanks to his delving into darkness and pain, and easily forced himself inside the creatures head, and saw great fear from the monstrous Rancor, which he found quite ironic. The Rancor was scared of him, and its instinctual feeling was to attack or run, but running showed weakness to any and all possible watching male Rancor's like it, and instinct told him to stand his ground and fight. There was something profound about the intense instinctual feelings coming from the Rancor, and Viathan couldn't help but make connections to the Sith in that manner.
"Calm my friend. We are not so different you and I...I too clawed and fought for my survival under my master for years to live." Viathan soothed as he reached his hand out, and felt braze enough to lay it atop the snout of this Rancor, and the beast flinched but calmed as Viathan sent more calming waves through the bond he had created in the Force.
"You think you can help me beast?" Viathan asked not expecting an answer and received non, but he looked into the monsters mind, and found something interesting. He found memories within the beast, and for creatures like this memories were not usual. But it had to be here because his instincts forced this memory into his mind, and for whatever reason the beast was afraid of this memory. There was a large clearing where another grassy plain connected to a sandy white beach, and in the dead center of this plain was what looked to be ancient and decaying fencing, like the rest of this world everything seemed to be decaying badly. There was nothing beyond, or inside the fence, and yet why was it fenced off? Why also, was the Rancor, and by his own memories all other Rancor's afraid to go near it?
'Now this could be promising.' The teen Sith acolyte thought as he smiled and opened his eyes once more, and looked to the Rancor as it bowed its head before him. Viathan smiled and decided that he rather liked this beast, and so entered into its mind once more, and subtly imprinted the idea in the creatures mind that it wanted, no, needed to submit to Viathan. He was its master, and with that Viathan released his hold on the creatures mind. The beast slightly jerked back and shook its large head from side to side in confusion, but when it trained its massive black beady eyes on Viathan once more a hint of recognition came over it. It bowed its head low once more in full submission, and Viathan smiled when he felt as much trough the Force. He didn't even know he had it in him, but he had just dominated the mind of a lesser creature, and a Rancor at that!
Walking to the side of the lowered creature Viathan patted the beast and jumped up unto its back near to where its neck began, and steadied himself as he commanded the beast through the Force to rise, and take him toward the fenced area that the beast feared, and it did as commanded, unable to deny its new master. The Rancor pounded its mighty feet into the soil below as it quickly made its way for its destination. Along the way, Viathan could feel them before seeing them, but there were other Rancor's all across this world, and ones far bigger than his. Some were massive dark green Rancor's that roared at Viathan and his beast but he would send out his presence in the Force and upon feeling the dark taint the creatures would shy away and leave them alone, and others made an effort to leave before they even neared them.
It wasn't too long before they found their target, and even Viathan could not get the monster to move forward when they arrived outside the old fence. He dismounted the beast, and sent a command to stay and rest while he rounded around a decaying and rusting section of the metallic fence that only reached his mid-region. He entered into what was a circle and felt the deep lingering presence of the dark side as it flowed through and exhilarated him. He took in a deep breath as if he could breath in the darkness itself, and he walked in the circle that was indeed empty, but then he felt his foot pound not into soil, but metal, and looked down. Beneath his right foot was indeed a semi covered by grass metal hatch of alien design, and it like everything was old. It had no handles on it, and no markings showing an opening though there was some alien language printed on its front, and he forced aside the dirt and grass that covered the hatch and narrowed his eyes in confusion when he still saw no way, 'in,' and began to question whether this was a hatch at all, but it was the likely answer.
Then a thought hit him once more today, and being on a roll put aside, Viathan entered into the Force and drew upon the dark side, and reached down to the hatch and sent a shock into it, and with a smirk Viathan heard something whirring to life. Behind the hatch something was moving, and in another moment it popped the hatch up, and immediately Viathan was hit with a stiff and stagnant gust of wind coming from the entryway to this place, whatever it may be. He bent down and used his full strength to haul the newly opened doorway open and through it fully open, and was greeted with a dank feeling, and dark stairway that descended into the very depths of this planet and Viathan sighed as he looked around himself.
"I suppose it's either this or return to master with nothing, and continue to be nothing." No Viathan couldn't do that, and so he took his first steps in, and descended the stairs as they got more and more narrow and hard to navigate his booted feet onto. It took him a full five minutes of descending to reach the bottom and it was pitch black, and he activated his saber for light and was greeted with stone walls lined with moss and vines as the world reclaimed what was obviously a just as abandoned facility as the rest of the world was. Again he frowned at the seeming nothingness of this place, but the dark side ran strong here in memory and history, and as such Viathan entered further into this place and found himself standing in a large chamber after walking through the single narrow hall of this place, and much to his sudden shock, and it made him literally jump back was when the facility came back to life in another loud whirring of ancient machinery, and with a loud pop, lights in this new chamber he stood in sprung back to life after what was possibly thousands of years of dormancy.
In this chamber were mounted great pictures, pieces of art that depicted humanoid like aliens with large oval heads, and eyes that were disconnected from the actual cranium and instead attached to stocks that went to the cranium. They had spears in hand, and looked majestic as they pretty much posed for this piece of art, and behind them seemed to be a lively society of similar aliens, and below this one aliens foot was a mesh of many alien races Viathan was and wasn't familiar with. Including Humans, and Wookiees to name just two.
However to the far end of the chamber opposite from the hall Viathan entered from, was a half-circular looking device mounted on a stand and it looked to be of alien design but matching with the 'theme.' of everything else on this world. Lightly stone looking and ancient it too had whirred to life, and there was several blinking lights on it. It seemed to also radiate darkness and so Viathan walked toward it with narrowed and cautious eyes. He stood before it, his boots making loud echoes in the chamber as he did, and placed his right palm upon the machine, and again he was shocked when the device sprung to life, and before him came the visage of one of the aliens from the painting and much in the fashion of a holocron projection the figure looked to Viathan as if it registered him with a consciousness of its own.
"?" Viathan wrinkled his face in confusion as the picture spoke to him in what was no doubt its native tongue, and the language wasn't all to appealing either.
"Uh...what?" The holo-image flickered but self corrected.
"Greetings slave. I have corrected my communications to match with your language parameters. How may I aid you today to better serve your masters?" Viathan cocked a brow. Not only was it intriguing that this computer had basic available and capable of speaking, but 'slave,?'
"Ah yes. The masters have assigned me a very important task." Viathan lied but had to admit he found it funny he was lying to a computer. "I have been sent down here into this facility to acquire information."
"Information about what slave?" The holo-image asked in what could only be summarized as a comically pleasant and kind voice as it continued to call him slave. Merely making this whole surreal situation all the more funny to Viathan.
"General knowledge...I am new, and the masters want me to get a better understanding of their glory. I require copies of all information stored inside your databanks for future reference and study."
"Biometric scanning shows you are attempting to deceive this unit, slave." The computer, still in a kind vice, informed Viathan who frowned.
"Why is it that you lie slave? The masters will not be pleased with lying, and probable disobedience in the future." Thinking it over Viathan got another idea and decided to try it out. Logic and computers like this were at times not greatly compatible.
"The masters are all gone from the world above I am afraid. Indeed I am a slave of a master, and have come here to seek knowledge about all those masters and slaves who lived upon this world long ago. My master will be pleased when his slave and apprentice returns to him with such information and knowledge to be used at a later time."
The holographic gatekeeper was silent for a moment.
"This unit does not detect deceit in your biometrics. Very well slave I shall aid you in acquiring knowledge."
'Smooth, very smooth.' Viathan thought with a slightly amused smirk on his face.
"You may bring to this unit an adequate data storage unit for data transfer, and I will attempt to make appropriate modifications to make transfer compatible with any device you have slave." Viathan nodded and quickly checked his belt for a datapad, and frowned when he didn't find one, but then relaxed as he remembered one being in a satchel he had on him, and pulled it out and realized it was from that worthless Rodian from Tatooine. On it was nothing but a schedule for what seemed to be a cargo hauler for the Hutts. Not that Viathan gave a kriff about Hutts and their business, so he wiped the datapad clean.
"Will this be compatible?" The holo-image looked at the datapad and it was silent as it no doubt scanned the device.
"Scan complete. This unit is compatible with device. What relevant information do you wish transferred?"
"All of it preferably." The computer went silent again.
"Storage capacity for your unit is sufficient. Very well slave. Place storage device onto this units topside port, it looks to you like a flat stone surface connected to this unit." Viathan found it, and it did indeed look more like a random piece of the computers system unit that was meant for placing a cup or something, but Viathan did as told and placed the blank datapad on the slab. He stepped away as a small light from under the slab appeared and the datapad sprung to life on its own, and thousands of documents streamed onto the datapad at great speeds that Viathan had not even seen the highest Imperial computers able to do, but maybe he hadn't seen the best, but that aside it was still impressive. The computer's hologram went completely silent and the alien body just stared out in front of itself as it uploaded all its information, which Viathan could see was a lot already onto his datapad, and his adrenaline pumped wildly as he couldn't wait to skim through and read what information this computer and this planets history had to offer him.
"Transfer of information is now complete. You may remove your storage unit" Viathan nodded once and grabbed his datapad and turned it on t see that it recorded the massive data transfer and the pages of documents numbered into the tens-of thousands, and the computer had somehow had everything in basic, and even labeled sections of relevant data to separate portions of the datapads memory.
"I very much appreciate your aid in my task fro greater knowledge on the masters, unit. I shall be departing now."
"Very well slave, and this unit has but one request to make of you."
Viathan again cocked a brow. "Oh? And what may that be?"
"You say that the masters, and thus my creators are all gone from the world above, from Lehon in your tongue?" Viathan didn't know the world was called 'Lehon,' but figured as much if the computer unit said so and nodded. "Then this unit makes the request that you, slave, please find where the creators and masters have gone to, and if possible aid them in returning to Lehon, for correction to societal degradation that this unit has scanned and uncovered all across the planets surface." Viathan didn't think he would ever come across an alien race that looked like the thing the computer was projecting to talk to him, but what was the harm in making a computer feel...'at ease,' with itself?
"I shall do as you have requested unit. However, I must be leaving now, but should I come across any masters I shall have them return to Lehon for repairs to their homeworld."
"That is all I request slave. Be safe in your journeys, and serve all the masters well." Viathan gave a single curt incline of his head and the computer shut down itself and the lights once more dimmed and faded to blackness leaving Viathan in the cold and dark of the chamber.
Viathan quickly exited and returned to the now overly bright and sunny daylight of, 'Lehon,' and breathed in the fresh tropical air and looked toward his still waiting and meandering Rancor off to the side. Viathan decided to mount his Rancor and ride it back to his ship, and when he arrived he went back inside and allowed the Rancor to do as it willed, and immediately opened up the datapad, and browsed through the gold mine of information, and knowledge. Schematics for ships, and factories, and one in particular that made Viathan narrow his eyes in confusion that changed to awe as the schematics showed a space factory that ate all its resources fro a star, and could endlessly pump out any and all war devices and ships so long as you entered in the parameters, and it never ran out of resources so long as a star was being drained of its raw matter, and star take what, billions of years to die?
But Viathan did not pay too much mind to these devices and machines of war. Instead he looked at a grouping of files that were labeled under a directory the computer had named 'Power of the Galaxy, The Creators Powers,' and in it Viathan read of all these magical and powerful things. No doubt it was the force, and in this document he read and discovered that the Rakata as he had learned them to be named, and subsequently Lehon were at some pint so deeply connected to the Force through the dark side that they had the abilities to use the Force itself to power and run all their technology if so desired. They also directed their conquests and abilities toward discovering worlds that were powerful and plentiful in the Force, and they had a technique for sensing out worlds from far away in the galaxy as well, and it was just what Viathan was looking for.
Placing the datapad aside Viathan sat down to the metallic ships floor in a crossed-legged position and entered into the Force and focused all his rage and pain as well as Lehon's energies themselves to amplify his own senses, perceptions and powers. He searched out into the galaxy and he could...feel them. He furrowed his brow as it took more strength than he ever imagined, and he was already near collapsing fro tiredness and pain. He narrowed his will and perception to only the dark side, and found several dozen, and he could in his mind, see almost like a visual projection of the galaxy and where these worlds were. There were some everywhere. The Deep Core, The Core, The Colonies, Inner-Rim, Mid-Rim, Outer-Rim, and even of course the Unknown Regions.
Not wanting to be too close to the Core yet and possibly be forcibly recalled by his master too early, Viathan looked toward the Outer-Rim, and found several worlds that interested him. However there was one that was in central region of the Outer-Rim, and it was a dark world that Viathan was not familiar with, and he didn't know that a world existed out there, but then again he didn't know every single world in the galaxy.
It's power in the dark side was old, but not as old as Korriban or Ziost or even Lehon, but old, and something...in the Force, the dark side told Viathan that this was it. This was his destiny. This world, and Viathan smirked as he exited his trance, and opened his eyes with a gasp.
He looked out his cockpit and saw, much to his confusion that night had fallen across Lehon, and he looked toward a chrono, and indeed he saw four whole hours had passed from when he entered into the trance to when he exited it!
"How in the name of the Force did that happen?" He asked aloud and he still felt tired but not as bad as before. Viathan felt slightly uneasy at that, but he decided that the power of the Force had to be behind this. Perhaps he was to weak to look for these worlds without entering into a deep and time consuming Force trance, or maybe it was merely the way it worked, but no matter what it was Viathan rose from his cross-legged position on the floor and stretched his now very stiff and sore bones and muscles.
Viathan approached his navicomputer and recalled where he thought he 'saw,' his selected world and made the computer list the worlds there and wasn't surprised when thousands appeared, but yet, he felt drawn to one world among this list, and Viathan had to admit the more and more these 'feelings,' mounted the more odd he felt. The dark side swirled about him and whispered into his mind with greater frequency and vigor, as he felt his power and depth in darkness deepen, but it was far more...terrifying then he ever thought it could be, but it was far, FAR too late to even think of turning back now. This was his destiny. To be what he needed to be, a willing confident, and competent slave and servant to his master, Kun, Viathan needed the power and the skill to do all his master commanded he do. So he trained his crimson eyes on this world, Roon, and entered its coordinates into his navicomputer, and lifted off from the world of Lehon, and made sure to record its location in the galaxy for possible return trips in the future, and Viathan then began his journey to this world called Roon, and toward what he believed and felt to be his destiny, and he believed it to be in the dark side of the Force.
Authors Note: Hi guys and gals and readers of my humble little story. Sorry I haven't updated in a while but I have been focusing on writing the Arda Campaign LOTR-Star Wars Crossover of mine, but I finally got this chapter done, and once again this one is the longest yet. I would like to give a big and belated thank you to all my wonderful and too kind reviews and those of you who went the extra mile and messaged me with ideas and, or critiques as they too are appreciated. Thank you very much to you reviewers who despite not having an account leave a review as well as 'guest,' reviewers, it really means a lot that you felt compelled or just wanted to leave a review it makes my day.
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