A/N: On another level with this chapter everyone – over 10K words for you here. Just to give you all a heads up, this will be the last chapter until the end of May-early June due to school reasons. Anyway, I can't thank you all enough for your reviews over these past couple months, they always help replenish my emotional bank account when I am fed up with other sh*t. I hope you all enjoy this chapter; a lot happens in this one! (Also, fair warning… this hasn't been edited… I seem to enjoy changing sentences around and not fixing the verb tense so I apologize for that lol) :Dx
Chapter 25: A Gargoyle's Love
It was early, the dawn's light not even penetrating the jungle foliage as Obi-wan landed his x-wing. Dense fog cloaked the forest floor, landing gear hissing, flexing as it touched down. "I know Artoo," the Jedi sighed as R2-D2 melodically chimed from the astromech socket. They had been gone for longer than anticipated, even R2 was uncertain how the Jedi's superiors would react. His head notched slightly, even if he couldn't see them, Obi-wan sensed a squadron of troops approaching his fighter. No doubt they were there to collect him, bring him back to the general for questioning and reprimand. Powering down the fighter's engines, Obi-wan switched open the plug door - propelling himself from the seat, R2 following suit. He'd have explaining to do but asking forgiveness seemed easier than asking permission in his scenario.
Silhouettes of soldiers formed through the fog; rebel insignias plastered on their gear.
"Master Kenobi, you are to come with us Sir," the leader, Dreymon reluctantly informed him, blaster rifle settled in his hands.
The Jedi nodded as the squad circled him, escorting him deeper into the thicket towards the base. While making the journey, Obi-wan's thoughts consumed him. It had been a week since he'd watched Padmé's engagement on the holonet and Vader's identity revealed. The Sith's age perplexed the Jedi, he had expected someone older… Vader was younger than himself and still more powerful. Brushing past the thought, Obi-wan had been relieved to see Padmé alive. However, even with makeup, her hair perfectly pinned - she still seemed visually exhausted.
Once inside the base, his escort brought him to the war room, commanding officers, and Master Yoda present. Obi-wan stood idly as the squadron left, R2 remaining planted by his side. When the door swiftly shut, the Jedi was left to the mercy of his superiors.
"Do you have any idea of the shit-storm you've caused?" The General snapped, "You were not cleared to leave - you could have put us all at risk!"
"I-" Obi-wan began to explain.
"I haven't permitted you to speak!" He barked shooting out of his seat, stress evident as he rubbed his temples. "While you were out gallivanting, perusing your own inclinations - we received credible intel that Senator Mothma has been executed. Imperial troopers were able to detain her before the extraction team could reach Hosnian Prime. It was only twisted luck that Senator Organa survived. The team found him barely breathing after he'd been jettisoned from the ship. My only question for you is, where the fuck have you been?"
"I found an informant who knows of Vader's movements-"
"His movements?!" Dodonna gaped, as if reacting to an absurdity, "We've known his movements! His face is now plastered on every holonet frequency in the developed systems across the galaxy! We knew when he departed for Vandor, we knew he'd be on Naboo; we also know that he has now returned to Coruscant-"
"I needed to understand how Master Mayron went dark."
"Bullshit," the General spat, slamming his fist on top the table, "You sent them to their death the second you ordered a recognizance mission to that barren wasteland of a planet," the man hissed his words, resentment lacing through each one. "Your blatant disregard for the lives of my men, my orders - my trust in your judgement has been exhausted." Obi-wan pushed down a swallow unable to formulate a justifiable response. "Until you have reevaluated your purpose and demonstrated your allegiance, this body deems you unfit for the position of Commander. Effective immediately, the access to your fighter is prohibited unless permitted by your commanding officer, your clearance to intelligence briefings - nullified unless Master Yoda believes it is vital to include your input. Once we are adjourned, you are to return to your quarters, pack your belongings and transfer to the infantry barracks."
"Yes sir," Obi-wan replied respectfully, still wrapping his mind around their decision. When he finally made eye contact with Master Yoda, regret swarmed him. The legend's gaze was one of disappointment. Obi-wan hadn't imagined their strict decision, though as he contemplated the extent of what he'd done – the Jedi understood.
"A message for you from Mandalore was received on one of our frigates earlier this week," the General said reluctantly, returning to his seat. "The holodisk has been placed in your current chambers. You are to inform me of any intel that would be pertinent for us to know. You are dismissed."
"Yes Sir." Standing sharp, Obi-wan made his exit. After the door slid closed to the war room, a curse tumbled from the Jedi's lips. He was a fool to believe no severe repercussions would follow his choices. With a frown, he trekked towards his chambers. Had what he gained from his decisions worth the sacrifice? A part of him wanted to believe that they had but, being brutally honest with himself… he was no closer to freeing Padmé. Worst of all, his timeframe for potentially saving her was dwindling… Once she was wed, there was no saying what lengths Vader would go to wholly possess her. Obi-wan hated to think of what would happen after she fell out of the public eye. He imagined her locked away in a skyscraper, every entrance fortified with an innumerable number of troopers. It was a haunting possibility that someone so young, tenacious, and intelligent, would end up nothing more than a trophy.
Once inside his chambers, Obi-wan tossed a knapsack on his bed – throwing what little belongings he had into the satchel. Eyeing the holodisk, he wondered if it was a good idea to listen to it so soon after his reprimand. Shaking his head, Kenobi snatched up the disk handing it to R2. Once the droid began to play the recording, the Jedi took a seat as the room illuminated with the digital glow of the Satine's hologram.
"Even though it has likely been days since I generated this message, my faith is that this information will express the severity of Senator Amidala's status. I do not believe that she has turned her back on the Rebellion… Before my attendance to the gala, I small part of me questioned her loyalty. Now that I have learned the truth, I am ashamed of harboring such thoughts. Before the official announcement of her and Lord Vader's unity, I spoke with Padmé briefly. I-," she stopped for a moment, the Jedi's apprehension spiking as he witnessed tears well in the woman's eyes. "The bruises around her neck, Obi-wan," Satine choked, "I've never seen-"
"Pause it Artoo," Obi-wan commanded sharply, his teeth scraping together. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Kenobi urged himself not to listen anymore. There was no means for him to save her, especially now that she had returned to Coruscant. The inevitable destiny of Padmé's situation, without intervention, would eventually be death. Knowing a Sith Lord, he had undoubtedly become enraged with himself turning on the vulnerable constant in his life. The Jedi cringed to himself; he should have known by her unusual attire at the gala that the fabric was hiding something. When he was watching the broadcast, the thought even popped into his mind – she'd usually never wear a gown of that style. Every inch of her once pristine skin under that dress was indisputably bruised. He tried not to let his thoughts venture down the path of questioning how many times she had come close to death. How much of Vader's manipulation and abuse had damaged her mental health? It was a tragedy knowing that she probably didn't even realize the extent of danger she was in… Vader's control over her emotions and thoughts restricting her own self-preservation.
Shaking his head, Obi-wan knew he couldn't listen to the rest. There was no sense torturing himself with information that he could not act upon. The only chance he had to save her was to defeat the Emperor and Darth Vader. There was no other option – he needed to refocus, reinvigorate himself with the purpose of bringing balance back to the galaxy.
Brisk air brushed against Vader's robes as his eyes lingered over the ecumenopolis. The endless city lights never ceasing for a moment. The speeders racing below reminded him of a film on repeat – time seeming to never move forward. However, it had. Over a month had passed month since the gala on Naboo, the wedding date approaching faster than he'd anticipated. Flicking the ash off his deathstick, the Sith took another drag before hearing water slosh behind him. Glancing back, he watched the Senator spring out of the water – hoisting herself up and out of the pool.
"It would be nice if you actually got in with me for a change," she sighed, gathering the towel on a nearby lounger before waltzing towards him. As she dried her hair, he allowed his eyes to fall down her impeccable frame. Water droplets resembling crystals as they rolled down her toned skin. The necklace and ring he'd given her were the only articles she was wearing besides a black bikini that didn't leave much room for imagination. Though he supposed he truly didn't have to imagine anything, he knew the treasure that lied beneath.
Resting against the balustrade to fully turn towards her, he placed the stick back between his lips, inhaling the noxious smoke once again. "I don't mind watching you," he shrugged, snuffing the embers of his deathstick in an ashtray. Over the past month, he found himself enjoying their time at his establishments. Enjoying himself so much that he felt hesitant to leave for Athiss. It had been relatively quiet since their return, the only noise stemming from Aker's findings on Almas and the disappearance of Aphra. Aker had located an intact navigation chip which led to an abandoned rebel base on Hoth. Everything there truly had been scuttled, not a single terminal operational. As for Aphra, she'd somehow managed to outmaneuver his inquisitors. Sending them into a two-week pursuit before it ended abruptly at the Kessel Run. Whether she had made it out or not, Vader didn't know. What he did know was that she had been in contact with a member of the Rebellion, what she'd shared with that party remained unknown.
"Well, you could at least lose the uniform for a change," Padmé huffed resting beside him.
"You know I have to leave shortly," he mused, wrapping his arms around her frame, not giving a damn if his robes got a bit wet.
A hum resounded from her body as she rested into his arms, "Why are you leaving again?" She wondered, plucking his hand from her stomach to poke at the leather of his gloves. Vader bit his lip watching her toy with the stitches. A swallow pressed down his throat, she was making it exceedingly difficult to leave.
"There is a matter I must deal with, I should only be gone till morning," he sighed, pressing his cheek against the top of her head. "Lasky will bring you to the Senate."
"Meaning… I technically won't see you till tomorrow night," she muttered dropping her hand from his, inciting a frown to form on Vader's lips. Since they had returned to their standard routine, the dynamic between them had shifted back to pleasant. The Senator would spend most nights in his chambers, only staying in her own when he was called away. "Then you leave at the end of this week until when?"
"I will be gone two weeks," he sighed, his lips brushing the top of her head.
When he saw Padmé's eyes roll, Vader wondered if it was a good idea to leave before the wedding. Even if his master had required him to stay on Imperial Center, circumstances had changed – just as they had changed when he required the Senator's skin to be unblemished before the gala. Vader had found a lead as to where the wayfinder could be located, he needed to see for himself if the rumors on Athiss were true. However, that didn't stop the underlying feeling of restlessness that sprouted at the thought of leaving her. She'd have two of his Inquisitors but, still he did not relish the idea of leaving her in the city alone.
"You've been meaning to catch up on work anyway, use my absence as a means of doing that and get ahead," he mused, gently tightening his arms around her waist.
"I suppose you're right." She dramatically sighed. With a slight smile, Vader turned her in his arms. His hand capturing her jaw before pulling her into a heavy kiss. He ushered her backwards until she tapped the balustrade, his arms becoming a cage as he pressed himself flush against her body. A small moan escaped from his lips as she delicately raked her fingers within his locks, his hood drifting to his shoulders. Just then, his commlink vibrated. The pestering sensation tearing them apart. Breath heavy, Vader cursed himself knowing he couldn't take her until the following night.
"I must go," he said reluctantly, placing a kiss against her forehead. "Would you like me to walk you back inside?"
"Okay," Padmé nodded with a small frown, rewrapping the towel more tightly around her shoulders. Slipping his arm around her waist, they made their way inside. Approaching the Senator's chambers, his pace slowed, arm bolstering against the wall as they said their farewells.
"I will see you tomorrow," Vader sighed craning down to pluck a small kiss on her cheek.
"I'll miss you," she whispered before hesitantly pressing the door controls. The Sith could only watch in stillness as the barrier slid shut behind her. Disappointment shook him, he was becoming too attached to her – no doubt his master would sense it. Vader did not need a repeat of what transpired on Naboo. It had taken the apprentice an entire month to heal from the compounded injuries. Finally, after weeks of rehabilitation, his mental and physical states felt fully capable again.
Adjusting the cloak on his shoulders, Vader tossed the cowl over his head before making his way down to the veranda. Vaulting into his speeder, he began his journey towards the military headquarters. Hands twisting around the yoke, the Sith mentally prepared himself for the meeting that was about to commence. The Death Star was nearing completion and the planet they were deciding to publicly test the weapon on had yet to be decided. Vader had hoped that by this time they would have a better clue of where the rebel base could be located. Millions of probe droids had been dispersed throughout the galaxy, not one showing any promise. His fingers tapped impatiently against the yoke, his desire to return to the Executor and rejoin the search was tremendous. Even if he found his newlife on Imperial Center to be more enjoyable than before, that didn't stop the underlying beast from thirsting for blood. It had been too long since he'd been in battle. Even contemplating of a good fight made a sickly smirk tug at his lips. The past few months had been too quiet, the Rebellion no doubt recouping from their loss on Almas.
Flying into the secure lot of the headquarters, Vader swung to a halt. Propelling out of his seat, Vader stormed into the building. Reaching the war room and settling in his place by the wall, he waited for the rest of the Moff's to arrive. Only Tarkin and Moff Jerjerrod were seated quietly.
"Lord Vader, I have yet to give you my congratulations on your engagement," Tarkin spoke up, drawing the Sith's gaze from beneath his hood. From the thoughts at the forefront of the Grand Moff's mind, Vader was surprised to find sincerity. Adjusting his posture slightly Vader nodded, hesitant to say a word as more Moff's trekked into the conference room. "However, must say I was almost more curious to discover your age. It produced quite the speckle." Vader's arms tightened across his chest, the darkness of his cowl seeming less indestructible. Leaving the conversation open ended, Vader's gaze trailed to the other Moff's that had returned to Imperial Center from across the galaxy. He recognized faces that he hadn't seen in person since the formation of the Empire. Moff Ardus Kaine, Randd, Ravik, Tarko, and Adelhard had all been called upon for the deliberation. The Sith's eyes narrowed as Orson Krennic and Bevel Lemelisk slipped into the room, their presence not anticipated.
"Will the Emperor be joining us, Lord Vader?" Moff Tarko inquired straightening his posture.
"He will not," The Sith replied tersely.
"Well since we are all here, let us get on with it, shall we," Tarkin announced taking his seat at the head of the table. "Before we deliberate on the primary topic of discussion this evening, Lord Vader, I have requested the presence of Director Krennic and Lead Engineer Bevel Lemelisk to inform you of the setbacks regarding DS-orbital station." The Sith's jaw tightened, his eyes falling upon the apprehensive engineer and strained Director.
"Thank you, Grand Moff Tarkin," Orson nodded, clearing his throat. "Since our meeting two months ago, we have had a successful detonation of the weapon. The initiation sequence occurred as expected and-"
"Get to the point," Vader demanded impassively, his arms slowly falling to his sides straightening his posture off the wall. Sugarcoating the negative wouldn't win him any sympathy.
"Of course," Krennic agreed, gently tugging at the neck of his uniform. "After the laser was discharged, a main wiring harness on the trajectory control system failed. Due to the systems significance, Mr. Lemelisk has informed me that in order to reproduce a viable product the system design must be reconfigured and constructed. After I was notified of this development, I informed him to begin working on the alternative designs immediately. Since then, a viable prototype has been generated and virtually implemented. However, the new system will take time to install."
"How long?" Tarkin spoke up, his eyes narrowing a fraction.
"At the least," Krennic stared before glancing towards Lemelisk, "six months. However, that time should only add another month to the preordained target date."
Vader's gaze fell upon Tarkin, he had been the one to appoint Krennic. Thinking the matter over in his mind, Krennic had not handled the situation poorly. Quite the opposite, at least he had something beneficial to provide them. The Sith had seen how fast a month could pass, perhaps the delay was not as significant as Tarkin made it to be.
Tarkin's fingers pressed together as his elbows remained planted atop the table. "One month." He affirmed, eyes sending daggers.
Vader noticed the engineer shift in his seat, eyes adverting themselves as he sat quietly. "What do you think Mr. Lemelisk?" Vader queried, knowing the man had more to add. His head snapped up, eyes wide.
"Yes, w-we should have it done in that timeframe," he nodded glancing towards Krennic before replying. Vader could see the malice in Orson's gaze, forcing the man to concede.
"Don't look at him. Look at me," The Sith ordered menacingly, taking a step forward. Uneasiness teemed the room as Vader placed his palms onto the table, cowl staring at the man on the opposing side.
"A r-real estimate would increase the duration of the project five months," the engineer blurted, sweat condensing on his forehead. Vader rolled his neck, the vertebra heinously cracking in the silent room.
The Sith's empty eyes fell to Krennic, "That is a much longer duration than needed, I assure you m-my lord."
Reaching into the engineer's mind, Vader found for himself that what he spoke was the truth. It was a mathematical certainty that it would take longer than ten months to repair. Hand coiling slowly, the Sith only watched as Krennic's eyes widened – hands racing to the collar of his uniform. The engineer lurched back in his seat- wide eyed. "I can find the truth for myself Director. It was unwise of you to lie to me." The man shot up from his chair, face turning blue. He scrambled, squirming backwards before slamming against the wall. Strained incomplete gasps and wheezing gurgled from the man who had slipped and crumbled to the floor. Life slipping away every with every millimeter of movement from Vader's hand. Once a distinct crunch echoed the room, the Director's body went limp – eyes wide and lifeless.
"Well Mr. Lemelisk," Tarkin spoke up, completely unfazed. "I expect that the project will be complete if the deadline is extended another five months. However, there must be no more mistakes."
"U-understood, Grand Moff," the engineer quivered.
"I will appoint a new director and they will be transferred to Scarif by the end of this week. If there is nothing else, your presence here is no longer needed here Mr. Lemelisk." Immediately the engineer stood, his eyes lingering on Krennic before quickly fleeing the room. With a dramatic sigh, Tarkin rubbed his temples, "Well it appears we have more time to discuss our options gentlemen."
"So, it seems," Moff Ravik muttered leaning back in his seat as two troopers came in to remove the body. "Have your inquisitors located the rebel base yet, Vader? I understand your reasons for being away from the frontlines, however, your presence is needed if they are incapable."
"A full investigation was conducted into the abandoned base on Hoth. I have been assured that the rebels left nothing to track their movements," Vader informed him.
"So… we are left at square one, again," Ravik scoffed, rolling his fingers against the table. Vader rolled his eyes, resisting the urge to tap his fingers against his arm as he returned to his place near the wall. Vader was just as annoyed with the situation as everyone in the room. The emperor had sidelined his most efficient and deadly hunter. It vexed Vader to no end that he couldn't scour the galaxy himself. He had to wait.
After another hour of trivial banter, Vader made his leave. Checking his commlink he rolled his eyes at the message on the screen as he headed for his speeder. He contemplated his next move as he looked down at the message a second time. He could return to his establishments and rejoin the Senator. However, as he found himself flying back to his apartment, he shook his head dipping down to the bowels of the city. Ripping the imperial pin from his chest, he flew through the lower levels of the city searching for the meeting place Eryx had sent him. Slowly Vader pulled into the lot, eyes searching the sea of people. Pulling his speeder beside Eryx's, Vader stepped out, the hammering sound of base filling his ears. Immediately, a horde came and surrounded his speeder – more interested in the vehicle than him for a change.
"Knew you'd come," Eryx laughed drunk, swinging his arm around a topless woman who was no doubt even more wasted.
"Why did you call me down here?" Vader sighed, raking a hand through his hair – knocking down his cowl.
"Aw are you missing your alone time with the Senator?" Eryx mockingly pouted, "Was sure you'd bring her."
"She wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this."
"Alright look," the inquisitor said, seriousness laced through his tone. "I'm too fucked up to do it right now but, I need you to race for slips with that guy," he muttered pointing in the direction of a human male, jet black hair – smug onyx eyes.
"You're fucking kidding," Vader groaned, lighting a deathstick. A sigh fell from the Sith's lips as did the smoke. "This is how you decide to spend your day off? Come on Eryx you know damn well that when you get a day off, I also get one as well."
"Sheesh," he slurred, "Come on, man. It's just one race, your speeder will smoke his and not to mention you're the best pilot in the Imperial fleet." Vader took a long drag of his deathstick, tossing it to the ground, his boot snuffing it before reaching into his vehicle. Pressing a button beside the dash, the chip containing ownership information popped out.
Tossing his lightsaber and the outerlayer of his robes into Eryx's speeder, Vader was left in a black long-sleeved shirt and trousers. "W-Where'd guys like you come from," the girl in Eryx's arms giggled. "I've n-never seen you down here."
Vader flicked his tongue as he trekked away, eyes falling skeptically upon him as he approached the other pilot. Vader analyzed the make of the pilot's speeder, it was a modified XJ-6, no doubt a shit-ton of credits under the hood. A small smirk tugged at his lips, no matter how many credits were put under the hood – Vader's speeder would always be faster. With a quad-turbocharged W16 engine, no city speeder was faster.
"You got a nice ride, ZV-300 – that thing is hard to come by," the man mused, "Must have spent a fortune on it. Also modified exhaust and from the looks of it a state-of-the art nitrous system. Though I hardly doubt you could pilot it the way it's supposed to be."
A smirk formed across Vader's visage, "Why don't we test that theory."
"I only race for slips," A pearly white set of teeth emerged through the man's wicked smile.
Vader shrugged, pulling out the chip from his pocket, "Wouldn't have it any other way." The Sith saw the hesitation in the man's eyes, his gaze lingering on Vader's speeder. At this point the music had ceased, the entire lot was paying close attention. "You seem hesitant… You know what? You can fly my speeder if that makes you more comfortable." Vader suggested, tossing him the fob eliciting the crowd to gasp. The man clutched the key in his hand, taking a glance at his own speeder.
"Deal," he smirked grabbing Vader's hand to place the fob to his speeder into his glove. As the other pilot went off to survey the blacked-out ZV-300, Vader did the same thing to the XJ-6. Checking under the hood, Vader notched his head to the side. It had an upgraded engine, 12-liter, dual turbos, and a nitrous system. Slamming the hood back down, Vader knew that with piloting skills alone he could beat him – but having a faster speeder never hurt.
Leaping into the speeder, Vader ignited the engine before hearing his own roar to life. Sitting idle, the Sith waited as a pair of bystanders quickly tossed a miniature camera onto the hood of his speeder. A bottle blond handed him a tablet with the route, however in Vader's mind the only significant information was the finish-line. "Thanks," he nodded, tossing the device on the seat beside him.
"Good luck," she giggled, making sure he had a good view at her breasts before leaving. Slightly cringing, Vader cracked his neck and knuckles before pulling away from the crowd towards the main tunnel of the lot. The first portion of the race would be underground before returning to the higher levels of the city. The finish-line being the Imperial flag waving over the former Jedi Temple.
Lining up, Vader's eyes narrowed on the tunnel before him. The blond that had handed him the tablet strolled between their speeders, a smug leer on her features. She held one hand in the air – fingers counting down from five. Vader waited patiently, hearing the speeders engine roar – waiting to be thrown into gear. When it came to flying, everything came to him in slow motion. In an instant, her arm fell the word 'go,' only reaching his ears as his hand threw the speeder into gear. Off the line, his ZV-300 smoked him, full throttle towards the first corner – Vader downshifted, slowing the speeder before sling-shotting out of the turn. The pilers lining the lot seemed like walls at the current speed. Vader was surprised how well the XJ-6 kept up. However, he knew it wouldn't be until they left the tunnel system and entered the busy lanes of Imperial Center where the real race would begin.
Soaring at unimaginable speeds, both pilots rounded every turn perfectly. Even Vader himself was slightly surprised by the other pilot's control over the speeder. It was impressive for a non-force sensitive person. Zipping out of the lower levels of the city, Vader swung the speeder, narrowly missing a public transport as he flung out of the tunnel. He knew how to make it to the Senate in four minutes – shaving eleven minutes off the time. The Sith knew this city like the back of his hand and when he saw the other pilot continue straight, a smirk tugged at the Sith's lips. Dodging speeders, headlights strobed his vision before he plunged downwards – attempting to reach a shorter path to the former Jedi-temple. Even though it was shorter, that didn't make it easier. Dipping under a neon billboard, Vader whipped through one of the more popular shopping strips in the middle of the city. Eyes peering in the review, Vader's hands twisted against the yoke at the sight of flashing lights. Pressing down the accelerator, the Sith upshifted as he heard the engine rev to the perfect frequency. Leaving the flashing blue and red lights behind, Vader dove around the next turn. Checking the tablet on the seat beside him, he felt comfortable knowing that he'd gained ten seconds and he reconvened on the normal avenue.
From his peripheral he saw more flashing lights, police droids attempting to block off the lane ahead. Vader cursed; he wasn't in his speeder meaning he couldn't freely break traffic laws. As the realization hit him, his eyes widened a fraction as a police droid released a high intensity magnet, no doubt set to the rein in the XJ-6. "Fuck," Vader groaned, yanking on the shift dropping a gear before he plummeted down towards the center of the city, dodging speeders as he did. Leveling out, Vader watched from below as the ZV-300 sped away without interference.
Throwing the shifter forward, the Sith evaded incoming traffic as he tried to out race the apprehension magnet. Breaking free of the constant stream of speeders, he tugged left on the yoke, twisting the speeder until it was vertical before jetting between two skyscrapers. As the tablet slipped from its place, Vader tensed, calling it back with the Force before leveling out and ascending to the upper level of the city. Scanning the city lights below, Vader caught eye of the ZV-300. It was impossible for the Sith to catch up with him, that was until he saw the electrical power generator cackling with untapped energy.
Throwing the speeder into its second highest gear, he rounded the generator – feeling the waves of power warping around the speeder's energy coils. Vader's teeth rubbed together as he hoped his plan might work. After his second turn he pressed the blue button on the dash, nitrous igniting with the electricity as he upshifted. The force propelled him out of the energy field directly towards the former Jedi Temple. The force tossed him back in his seat, the speeder shaking to bits beneath him. Traveling faster than the ZV-300 ever could, Vader thought that his opponent's speeder seemed stationary as he rocketed past him and the Imperial flag billowing above the temple. Emergency lights and signals rattled his ears as he tried to slow the speeder, down shifting – Vader didn't care if the transmission went but as he saw a massive civilian transport returning from space. He knew a collision course was inevitable if he didn't slow the engine.
The yoke felt sloppy in his hands, the steering harness no doubt taking the brunt of the power. That's when Vader heard another engine, his black speeder appearing in his peripheral. "Disengage the engine and jump! The reverse thrusters are shot!" The man hollered. Vader bit the inside of his cheeks, noticing the warning signals on the dash. Disengaging the engine, the Sith didn't hesitate to propel himself out of the XJ-6 and into the passenger's seat of ZV-300. Immediately, the man steered away – missing the civilian carrier as his own speeder plummeted towards the city below. "You're out of your fucking mind," the man laughed shaking his head. "That was insane!"
Vader rested back against the leather seat, his eyes catching sight of the pilot's hand. His eyes narrowed in on a small tattoo that rested just above the joint of his thumb. He's a rebel pilot, the Sith noted as they flew back to the lower levels of the city. If it were under any other circumstance perhaps Vader would have confronted him after noticing the insignia. However, the speeder slowed, the crowd roared and enclosed around them. Vader restrained himself out of respect for the man, he was a brilliant pilot.
"Dameron, by the way," the man chuckled holding out his hand. Vader returned the gesture with a handshake and nod as Dameron returned his fob. "It was a pleasure to fly with you. Perhaps we will meet again one day when I get a new speeder," he chuckled hopping out of the pilot's seat.
"Perhaps we will one day," Vader nodded, leaping out and into the crowd of people. Women of all different species rushed towards him, Vader straightening as he tried to move away and towards Eryx who was briskly making his way through the crowd.
"That was some crazy shit," Eryx snickered handing him a lit deathstick.
"Wow that was amazing! Congrats," the bottle blond from before squealed brushing her hand down his arm. Vader inched away from her, not in the slightest interested.
"You're too slutty for this purist, milady," the inquisitor drawled in a slur, "Don't worry though, you're an angel to me." The woman scoffed, storming away back into the sea of people as Vader took a drag of his deathstick.
"You really know how to reel them in," Vader muttered sarcastically rolling his eyes before resting against his speeder.
"Come on man, her pussy is probably as cavernous as space itself, no one wants that shit," he snickered resting on the vehicle beside him. "That off the fly thinking," Eryx muttered shaking his head lighting a deathstick, "Using the power generator was a clever move."
"You think I'd want to lose this thing?" Vader chuckled tapping his speeder.
"Come on, you could have always bought another one."
"It's the principal of the matter Eryx. I never lose," he affirmed, taking another drag before watching the smoke drift towards the roof.
The inquisitor nodded, "So I suppose you're about to return to your apartment? How has the Senator been holding up?"
Vader stared at him for a moment, biting his tongue before responding, "I need to return by morning to change. As for the Senator she seems overall content."
"I'm happy," Eryx nodded, "She's perfect for you." Vader's eyes lingered on the deathstick between the inquisitor's fingers. Was the alcohol talking or did he mean that? "Don't look at me like that, you know that she is exactly what you've always been searching in a woman. Strong, smart, fucking mesmerizing to look at. She has everything. Even the incredulously witty attitude."
A beat. "Thank you," Vader whispered sincerely. It was the first time he'd actually meant the words in regard to his relationship with the Senator.
"Don't lose her," he whispered, "I know we are guided by preordained rules but losing her…" he trailed off shaking his head, "losing her would jeopardize everything."
Vader remained silent on that topic, his hand reaching up to rake through his hair. "Let's go get a drink," he suggested.
"Sure, Njord, Sobek, and Aker are waiting at the bar down the block," Eryx sighed taking a drag of his deathstick. Nodding, Vader locked down his speeder. Closing the top and locking down the systems, he initiated the shield through his commlink as he went to Eryx's speeder to snag his lightsaber and robes.
After a short walk to the bar, Vader remained unveiled as he entered, realizing that no one had recognized his status. Reaching the bar, Vader sat between Eryx and Sobek, the duo immediately ordering two sets of shots. As the Sith downed the first, his mind felt muddled, immediately reaching for Padmé – a mind he could sense lightyears away. Her thoughts were wistful, almost convalescent as she dreamt. He shut his eyes a moment eavesdropping before a voice dragged him from concentration.
"How did you know? To use the power generator?" Sobek asked curiously, glancing towards him.
"I knew I would lose without it," he admitted, "I hadn't anticipated the police response – perhaps if I had I wouldn't have had to resort to such measures."
"Still, you thought of it within seconds, an unbelievable duration of time."
"Perhaps I always knew," Vader told them, taking the second shot. He had to admit it, he knew to beat his speeder he'd need more power especially with the nitrous boost. He made his speeder to be a force to reckon with for a reason. It was powerful, he'd modified it to fit his flying experience – taking a hyperspeeder and amplifying it even more so. "I knew the capabilities of my own speeder."
"But how did you know the energy field wouldn't drag you into the energy coil? I mean under normal circumstances objects would just vaporize," Aker argued, shaking his head.
"Before it could I shifted the engine and initiated the NOS," Vader explained, tipping the empty glass in his hand.
"You risked your life for a drag race?" Njord asked astonishment laced in his voice.
"I had to win, there was no other option to achieve that objective."
All his inquisitors fell silent, finishing their shots. Vader eyed his own empty glass, knowing the liquor went down too smoothly for someone who seemingly didn't partake in such vices. He never cringed or even registered the alcohol, his body accepting the challenge as he remained within his seat. As the quiet lingered, Vader wondered if the race was worth his life? Though he knew deep down the Force had been guiding him. If he hadn't won and destroyed the speeder – he would have never realized that man was with the Rebellion.
When Vader returned to his apartment early the next morning, his mind was spinning making him feel lucky to be home. Staggering into the atrium, he gazed up at the limited light of the dimmed chandelier. The low lighting reminded him of the major flaw he'd made that night. He let an experienced pilot for the rebellion leave, not even giving him a second glance. He could have used him, found the rebel base, yet he didn't. All because of respect and repayment. Vader stumbled into the lift, pressing the button. It seemed like a matter of seconds before the doors pulled open, dropping him off at one of two options. He could reunite with the Senator, caress her before she had to leave for the Senate in the morning or return to his chamber for some sleep. He found his body leaning against the wall, eyeing her chambers. He wanted her desperately, the tension inside his trousers proof of that. Nothing had ever called out to him more than imagining her in a silky night dress only donned in undergarments beneath. His teeth grown together as he staggered towards her door. He could feel her dreaming. The fact pushed him towards the acceptance that if he entered her chambers, she was sure to wake up, causing her pleasant dreams to vanish.
At heart, Vader was a selfish man – full of selfish needs and he understood that. Shoving himself away from the door's interface he became mesmerized by it for a moment. If he entered, it would grant him everything he wanted – a place where he could fulfill himself and feel replenished. However, he backed away towards his own chambers… knowing he shouldn't disturb her rest. She needed it. He'd keep her up all hours of the night at times, yet this night was different – his mind made up. Staggering towards his own chambers, he was met with an empty room. Lube inside the nightstand, he grabbed it without a care before tossing himself on the bed to relieve himself. His hand could never replace the Senator's mouth or core, but it was enough to grant him sleep as he freed himself of his desires.
The Senator's fingers moved diligently across the glass keyboard. Since her arrival to the Senate at eight, Padmé had been stowed away in her office. It was only midday when she found herself almost finished with the documents she had to review. Before she met Vader, she would have gone out to lunch with Bail or Mon. However, times had changed… the halls practically deserted. Tears pricked at her eyes as she thought of Mon, the women's lifeless body still imprinted in her mind. Padmé pushed herself away from the desk, gaze lingering on the window watching the endless stream of speeders. Anxiously, she toyed with the elegant metal and stone wrapped around her ring finger. It had been four days since the night on the rooftop, the week zipping by so quickly that she found herself dreading Vader's departure for Athiss. Even though he would only be gone two weeks, the thought of being alone made her nervous. The only friends she had left on Coruscant were 3PO and Dormé. A smile tugged at her lips as she thought about a girl's day out with Dormé it had been too long since she had attended the theater or even went out shopping.
When the door to her office opened unexpectedly, she swung around to see Vader's dark presence enter the room. "You still haven't learned the concept of knocking," she muttered with an annoyed eye roll.
"Threepio told me that you forgot to bring your lunch," he shrugged moving further into her office as the door slid shut behind him.
"I didn't forget, I made a conscious decision not to bring it. It doesn't matter anyhow, I might be done early today so I can always get something at home," Padmé supposed glancing back towards the holoscreen.
"You never ate your breakfast this morning either," he noted, picking up a small ornate box from the top of her desk before allowing it to float just above his hand. With a pout, she snatched it from the air, setting it back in place.
"Perhaps I'm just not hungry," she countered, glancing towards him as he dropped the cowl from his head, his golden gaze connecting with her own.
"You need to eat Padmé," he sighed, a frown forming, "I thought we discussed this." Rolling her eyes once again a sigh fell from her lips as she leaned back in her seat. Biting her lip, Padmé stood from her seat strolling to the minifridge hidden in the cupboard to grab a glass bottle of water. "Padmé-"
"Why don't we go out to lunch then if you're so keen on making me fat," she quipped, twisting open the cap before taking a sip. He chuckled, a gentle smile tugging at his features as he took a seat at her desk.
"I have one more meeting in twenty minutes," he sighed leaning back in the chair.
"Well afterwards?" She wondered with a small smile, waltzing closer towards the desk -standing before him. Watching his eyes rake down her body, Vader's arms reached out grabbing her rear to pull her closer. The temperature rose around them as he hovered his nose against her abdomen, slowly nodding.
"You drive me mad, Senator," he drawled, his paws kneading the globes of her ass. Pushing a swallow down her throat, Padmé raked her fingers through his locks – her elegant engagement ring catching the sunlight. With a deep inhale, Vader stood to his full height before delicately drawing her into a kiss. Passion flooded between, heat rising in her core. She couldn't help pressing them flush, the Sith guiding her back until she hit the brim of her desk. A kiss that was once passionate, quickly devolved into desperate actions. Breath heavy, he didn't hesitate to hoist her up, dropping her on the desk. Both of their actions were frantic, Vader unbuttoning his trousers while Padme crinkled her dress trying to hook her lacy underwear. However, the Sith's hands shot out – catching her own preventing her movements.
"Vader," she whined, yet her dismay swiftly ended as he lifted her dress – snapping the lace with ease. In a matter of a moment, his hand cupped her face possessively. Crushing their lips together as he freed his erection from the confines of his pants. Tugging her to the edge of the desk, a shiver raced down her spine feeling his member tease her core. Vader kissed her ravenously as he pressed her back onto the desk. The moment she felt him press the tip of his member inside her, moan fell from her lips as he teased her shamelessly.
"Even though I'll only be gone for two weeks," he moaned sheathing himself to the hilt with one thrust, "I'm still going to miss how tight you always feel." Padmé couldn't help whimpering, her eyelids becoming half-hooded. She'd never admit it aloud but, she would miss the feeling of him buried deep inside of her. Noticing the devilish smirk and pride in his golden eyes, she rolled her own knowing he had heard her thoughts.
Capturing her wrists, Vader found a slow and powerful rhythm as he pinned her against the desk. Yet, when his commlink sounded, a groan escaped him. "Vader-"
"They can wait," his tone was final but also one of complete bliss as his pace never faltered. "I can't even count the number of times I walked into this room imagining taking you on this desk," he admitted before craning to plant rough kisses on her collarbones.
"Why did you wait so long?" She breathed writhing beneath him.
"Because you're always so fucking busy," he growled slamming so deeply that a gasp dragged through her parted lips. "All those days standing by your door with the most irritating hard-on. Only able to witness how your nose makes the daintiest wrinkle when you're cross or the slightest motion when you tuck that one strand of hair out of place on that perfect little head of yours." With a whimper, Padmé continued to roll her hips with his as a blush heated her cheeks. She hadn't given much thought as to what went through Vader's mind when he would stand for hours. He had memorized her – every minute detail. "The most adorable disposition I've ever witnessed," he moaned, a gleam of mischief in his gaze.
It was the first time he'd ever truly made her laugh, "Adorable?" She mused as he freed her arms – allowing her to rake her fingers against the base of his head.
He nodded, his pace intensifying, "Fucking perfect," he divulged in a moan as he straightened, slamming into her with immense vigor. With a whine, she saw his hand disappear between her legs, his thumb coaxing her hypersensitive numb. "But nothing compares to those sweet little sounds when you cum," he revealed sultry as the crest of her pleasure peaked, a cry echoing her office as she came. Vader's guttural moan of pleasure followed shortly after, his thrusts faltering. Panting, Vader eased out of her slowly, placing the dress back over her legs. Hearing the incessant ring of his commlink once again, the Sith groaned shifting himself back into his trousers.
"You're going to be late," Padmé sighed fixing her braid after making sure her dress was almost wrinkle free.
"I will see you in an hour," he intoned, planting a tender kiss on her lips before leaving her office. With a sigh, the Senator returned to her seat. Trying to refocus on her work, she found herself losing interest as she thought of Vader's confession. A warm feeling hummed through her body as she realized he noticed her. Recognizing aspects about herself that she never even thought of before. The woman shook her head, a blush creeping onto her cheeks as she began reviewing the only remaining document on her screen.
Padmé awoke in a silky bed, pillows strewn, comforter unkept. An odd feeling crept into her body as she gazed around, the room unfamiliar. Heavy blast doors were opposite of the expansive luxury space. A frown tugged at her lips noticing a dip in the bed beside her – someone had been sleeping there not long ago. With a sigh, her eyes lingered towards the window. Analyzing it she was shocked to see thick transparisteel, unable to be opened. A swallow pushed down her throat as she looked over the room, there was a bathing room, two closets, gym, and seating area with a holo.
Feeling a bit out of place, she slid out of the bed only to find herself bare – bruises lining her inner thighs. Body sore, she wondered where Vader could be – the last she remembered was falling asleep beside him in his chambers. However, the room did not resemble any within his apartment. Tiptoeing across the cold marble to the closet, she slipped on a robe before moving towards the blast doors. Padmé needed to understand why he'd moved her during the night. Though when she reached the doors, a perplexed gazed formed across her visage as she scanned either side. The blast doors lacked controls – panic set into her mind as she scoured the room for an alternative exit. Apprehension trickled down her spine as her mind came to the horrifying conclusion that she couldn't leave. Just before a full panic attack could set in, she heard the blast doors slide open before abruptly closing. Racing towards the entry, she jolted to a stop gazing at the unfamiliar black protocol droid.
"Where is 3PO," Padmé demanded, arms crossing her chest, "I would like to leave this place-"
"Quiet," it hissed shoving past her to place a tray on the coffee table, "It would be wise to make yourself presentable before the Master arrives for your breakfast."
Freezing in place, Padmé's eyes connected with the doors once again. She could feel her heart pounding within the confines of her chest from the cruelty of the droid. 3PO would have never spoken to her like that… "What is going on? Where is Vader -there must be some sort of mistake!" She argued, all the droid did was waddle up to her, pulling at her robes.
"What the hell are you doing!" She sniped, grabbing at the fabric as it exposed her damaged flesh. Though there was something she hadn't noticed before… blood was dripping down the inside of her legs – the pain unbearable.
"I will prepare a bacta bath for you and retrieve a new set of linens," it nodded before strolling past her.
"Are you listening to me!" Padmé snapped, storming towards the droid. "I don't need a bath nor new linens – I want to go home!"
The droid turned to her, notching its head to the side, "You are home Lady Vader. Have you been hallucinating again?"
"Hallucinating?" She retorted outraged, "How dare you! You know exactly what I mean-" suddenly the blast doors slid open once again however this time what laid beyond the door was a creature she'd never seen before. Distinctive modified breathing filled her ears, everything else drowned out as she gaped at the black cloaked monster. But it was the gargoyle mask that paralyzed every cell in her body.
"I apologize my Lord, it seems that Lady Vader is not feeling quite herself," the droid gushed waddling towards him. "I was just about to prepare-"
"You are dismissed," a sonorous modulated voice ordered to the droid, immediately the machine left – leaving her alone with the masked being. "What is wrong?" It inquired almost wounded, as if her reaction had damaged its feelings. Padmé didn't dare speak as she remained frozen, only the trickles of her blood finally seeping to the floor touching her ears. A sigh expelled from the creature as it strode further into the room. "I was not aware I had injured you."
"What?" The word was the only one she could articulate. Every fiber of her being was warning her of who could be under the mask. 'Lady Vader,' she thought to herself staring into the burgundy eyes of the mask. She knew it could only be one person beneath it… Darth Vader.
When a cold black glove reached for her chin to delicately stroke her jaw – panic pulsated her heart. "I have waited patiently for this," the creature drawled, tracing her lips with his thumb.
"T-This can't be real," she assured herself, her eyes squeezing shut while her mind urged her to wake up.
"One day it will be," Vader hummed, his hand gliding down her throat before ushering the robe from her shoulder. The onyx fabric became a pool at her feet, leaving her bare for him. Padmé struggled not to cringe as his hand traced lower down her body before resting on her swollen stomach.
'Please wake up,' her mind urged, his touch felt too real – everything felt too real. "Please… let me go," she begged, eyes fluttering open to see his gaze had fallen to her abdomen.
"My angel," he intoned, "you will remain here, as you always have."
"Bullshit," she barked, smacking away his hand. Pain sweltered her finger as she quickly recoiled her hand. Padmé gawked at the mask. If it were Vader – the hand would have been flesh.
A distorted chuckle serenaded from the man, "Still so much fire," he mused, "Come, I will run a bath for you."
"No! I want to leave, release me!" She demanded; her voice slightly pitched.
"You will do as I command," Vader glowered, towering over her at an immense height. He was taller – much taller than she recalled, the fact causing goosebumps to form across her skin. The modulation and depth of his voice felt like echoes in her mind, she had no choice but to listen in order to make it stop. Without a word, she did as told, cautiously moving towards the washroom. Standing in the corner beside the sink, she watched silently as Vader reached to run the bath. Hot water flowed, its steam slowly rising. The dark figure only moved to adjust the water and pour bacta powder into the tub. Once the tub was full, the man stood staring at her. Slowly gliding her toes across the marble floor, Padmé knew he wanted her to get in. So before he could ask, she gradually stepped into the warm water.
Padmé sat there, motionless, unsure what to do… Under any other circumstance, she would have reached for the soap, perhaps wet her hair but too much was out of place for her to contemplate moving. She half expected Vader to leave, give her some privacy but instead he kneeled beside the tub grabbing the showerhead. Comfortably warm water plummeted against her scalp as he rinsed her hair, his hand softly tangling through her chocolate curls to make sure each lock was soddened.
"Relax," his deep voice urged, as he stored the wand. Tranquility rushed through her body, fogging her eyes for a moment as her eyelids fell. A pair of hands tenderly massaged shampoo into her scalp, relieving the pain in her mind. Padmé could feel herself becoming lost, her thoughts slowing as he kneaded the base of her neck and shoulders before rinsing the soap. She felt drunk as he soothingly pressed her chest to lay back, his left hand dipping into the water as his right stayed behind the base of her head. When his hand slid between her legs, she invited him – spreading them slightly to give him space. "Such a good girl," he sighed, his fingers teasing her sensitive nub. A soft moan fell from her lips as two fingers slipped inside of her. His touch stung for only a moment before euphoria shot through her. Body lurching to grab hold of his arm, her nails desperately digging into his robes as his rhythmic ministrations pumped her erotically.
"Vader!" The cry left her lips so suddenly as she crumbled beneath his touch. Gripping him tightly, she let herself succumb to his will. Once the glow faded, the mechanic breaths reentered her ears, the grill of Vader's mask touching her cheek gently. She wanted to hate herself for surrendering to him – allowing him to do such a thing. Yet, all she felt was relief possibly even happiness.
"I love you, Padmé," Darth Vader whispered as best he could. Heart fluttering, she foolishly believed his words. "You will always be mine. From this day to the end of all days."
Shooting awake, Padmé awoke drenched in sweat to the darkness of Vader's bedroom. Black sheets hung at her hips while her eyes flashed to the Sith sleeping restlessly beside her. The first thing her eyes darted for were the door controls, with a sigh of relief she realized they were there. Feeling her heartrate return to normal, she finally laid back down – eyes flashing to the ceiling. The man in the mask was Vader, she concluded, eyes shutting in disbelief. However, what she'd seen was not the man lying beside her, he was different. Could that have been the darkest part of his soul? She wondered with a frown. Why had he said he loved her? Vader said himself he wasn't capable of the sentiment and yet… she couldn't help the emotions that stirred inside of her from his admission.
"Vader," Padmé whispered, touching his hand faintly, trying to wake him as soothingly as possible. He sprung awake, forcing her to squeal and recoil quickly as a panicked expression shrouded his features. She wasn't prepared for him to completely ignore her, dragging himself out of the bed to fetch the scotch atop the coffee table. Hurriedly, he poured himself a tall glass downing the whole thing in one swig. Padmé remained silent watching him as he poured another. His expression was strained, skin glistening with sweat. Once he'd finished the second glass, the Senator could feel herself become anxious. "You saw?" she asked breathlessly, his eyes flashed to hers – narrowing a fraction. "The mask I mean."
"Yes." His confession made the hairs on the back of her neck stand.
"It was only a dream," she mumbled wrapping her arms around her knees. Little did she know that Vader had seen a different perspective of the same dream. Chained by invisible bonds, unable to move as he watched the darkest part of himself claim her. Vader had seen the mask in his dreams before but never from that viewpoint.
"Was it?" With his voice faint, Padmé glanced back towards him.
"What else would it be?" It would be a lie to say that she didn't feel unsettled by his response. Why would Vader believe he could do such a thing to her? A truth brushed her thoughts as she contemplated further… over time people change, though was it even possible for him to change so drastically? But, had what he'd done in her dream truly farfetched from what he'd done in actuality? No…
"Nothing, Senator… you should try to return to sleep," he sighed, attempting to end the discussion.
"I don't think I can sleep after that," she admitted, tracing circles on the top of her knee.
A pained expression crossed his features, "You should have never seen that."
"The dream felt so real… y-you were, I just don't understand."
"Hopefully you will never have to Padmé," he tried to reassure her, but all he did was spike her anxiety.
Raking fingers through her chocolate curls, she eyed the delicate buoyant locks. She recalled the millaflower scented shampoo from the dream and the touch of leather. Padmé shook her head as she remembered him caressing her abdomen. A revelation speared though her causing her to crawl backwards till she hit the headboard. In the dream, she was pregnant. Far enough along for a distinct bump to be seen. The woman shook her head, it was impossible - she'd been on birth control for years. She would get an injection at her yearly physical, a date that was slowly approaching.
"Padmé," Vader's deep voice dragged her from thought as he returned to the bed. "Please stop thinking about that dream," he sighed, shifting back under the covers, wrapping his arms around her consolingly. With her head falling against his shoulder, she frowned nestling closer to him. "What we saw was the future," he said quietly, "The future if I fail to destroy my master."