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Rescue Party
The ninth Tale of Miklinar

NC-17

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A simple audio file, with no personal comments. As you listen, you begin to understand why. And marvel that Miklinar could bear to speak these words at all.

Rescue Party
As told by Miklinar
 
 

     This tale begins when Sorra Vader is about one standard year old.

      Leia’s route took her too near a recently arrived Imperial patrol. The assault was bloody, and only a wounded Leia was left to surrender to the two surviving Imperials.

     "Your Majesty, I have here for you a most interesting prisoner."

     The Emperor rose, circling Leia, looking her over. She stared back defiantly. "Indeed you have." He lifted his hand and an aide approached. "The Captain is now an Admiral. Make the appropriate changes in his file." The aide nodded sharply, once. "Dismissed -- both of you."

     The guards left were programmed to notice nothing but threats or orders. "You are hurt, Your Highness. Shall I heal you?"

     A sullen "No."

     "You won’t die of the wounds, you know. Perhaps you think the pain helps you conceal your thoughts from me?" A quick probe showed Palpatine that the pain did reinforce her shields, mental barriers she had shown no signs of when she had been Senator, years before.

     A raised hand summoned a guard. "Take Our ‘honored guest’ and make her comfortable. See that there’s a triple guard at her door. And the attention of a medic..."

     A curt nod, "Sire," and the prisoner was led away.

     The Emperor tried again to contact Admiral Romike. The fleet had disappeared some weeks earlier, and that was cause for concern. By report, Vader’s fleet had gone nowhere near the Hamada system. Was the Rebellion capable of such swift and thorough action? Or was Romike engaged in a private war of his own?

     The Emperor smiled. Answers about the Rebellion were in his hand, once Leia was properly questioned.

     The medic. "Still a lot of pain, but she’s healing. She’ll be waking shortly." A spray hypo on the table. "In case you need her alert more quickly."

     "Very well. Dismissed."

     The medic bowed and left.

     The Emperor looked at his prisoner, curled around her pain on the bed. "So, little one, you didn’t get away this time." He gently took first one wrist, then the other, and secured them to binders on the edge of the bed. The hospital gown was flimsy and tore easily.

     Pressure on the wound dressing -- the pain woke her. Her drugged dream of a gentle lover playing "tie me down" games turned into a nightmare of real manacles, burns on her body, and a face above hers contorted into a ferocious grin. The rapist grabbed her body in places to make her scream, as he drove deeper into her.

     The screams weren’t all verbal. The Emperor was too closely involved, and took no notice, no action.

     The pressure eventually lifted, and Leia could breathe again. Then the return of pressure... A second rapist? Or the third or fourth...

     Her body ached. What had been fear and pain was becoming rage.

     Luke’s voice. "Lord Vader! Father! I hear Leia screaming." The mental message came in from the Rim. "I can get a line on her, but not a specific location."

     Garn’s voice in Luke’s hand. "Show me." A shift of perception, "Yes. From here ... my lord, she’s on Throneworld. Luke, what’s the fastest ship you have available?"

     "My fast courier left days ago."

     Garn, "We’ll handle it, then. We’ll keep you posted."

     Vader, "Luke?"

     "Yes?"

     "If we don’t make it back, my people know you’re my son. They’ll accept you as regent for Garn’s daughter."

     Luke’s reply was cautious, "Just regent?"

     "I would not suggest you try more. With Leia gone, the Alliance will need your hand as well."

     Luke protested, "Even the Emperor couldn’t kill all three of you!"

     "Leia is already damaged, and his security is tight."

     "I see. I’ll do what I can." Pause, "May the Force be with you."

     The ultra-fast scoutship was on its way. Garn heard a soft 'thump' and softer cursing. "Is this the smallest ship you could find for us?" came the question, in silken venom.

     Garn had already run afoul of low overheads. "A tradeoff between speed and space, my lord. The next faster ship would have required the third occupant to ride in a body-pod fastened to the outside of the hull."

     "I see." Vader looked around at the cramped space. The 'cabin' could accommodate two close friends, if the cockpit and gunner's pod were scanted of space.

      Garn contacted Luke and got the disguise and 'not-notice' techniques from him.

      Garn tapped a standard pilot’s helmet sitting on the bed. "My lord, the less the disguise has to hide, the less effort for success."

     That was stiffer than usual, and Vader noticed. "Have I put distance between us? I had no such intention."

     Garn stopped for a moment, arms full of pilot helmet and flight gear. "No. an emergency keeps me in ‘duty’ mode, that’s all."

     "No, it’s been that way for some while." Vader took the gear from her and set it on the floor. "I have neglected you as a person. Come. There are at least six hours before we break out of hyperspace."

     Vader as a lover was very gentle and very thorough. With the physical lovemaking, he included deep mental contact. After three hours, the two minds separated slightly. "My love, I have placed a complete set of my memories in your mind. You can access them if I die. They include Jedi techniques you do not yet know. Kenobi left a similar package with Luke. Unlock the memories, learn what you can, teach the children. Teach anyone who can learn."

     "You've never mentioned this 'memory transfer' technique to me before."

     "If you have to use it, it risks destroying your mind by flooding you with my memories. But if I fall, and he lives... The Emperor is strong in the Force. Your primary task will be to rescue Leia and get away."

     "I won’t leave you behind! I’ll come back for you, once she’s away."

     "No. Both of you."

     Vader was sitting on the edge of the bed-rack. Garn pushed him over onto the bed and sat on his chest. "You will listen to me. I will bring her back to this ship. I can transfer the memories easily. And I’ll transfer our child to her before I send her to safety. Then I will come back for you."

     Vader sighed, drew Garn down beside him."If it happens, I can’t command your obedience. I can only beg you -- if I go down, run!"

     "We’ll see. Why is Leia more valuable than you, to me?"

     "To hold the opposition together. To bring down the Empire."

     A thoughtful pause, "Very well. I get her to safety. Then, if the Emperor lives, I will hunt him down and eliminate him."

     "Acceptable, once the memories are transferred."

     Garn nodded. "All of the memories." She reached, contacted Luke. "I need your complete attention for half an hour."

     Garn heard Luke give a flurry of orders, then, "Alright. Go."

     Garn transferred the memories to Luke. First Vader’s, then Garn’s, with the trigger thoughts. "There’s a ‘full release’ mode. Watch out for it. Even if someone else frees you later, the emotional overlay will stay with you."

     "I understand. Do you want the Kenobi memories?"

     "You have that? All of Kenobi's memories? Of course." Data flow. The Kenobi memories slid into Garn's mind, still sealed, but as if there had been a place for them prepared years before. She looked over at Vader. "I need an hour to consult this. That should give you time to recover." She grinned; he shrugged.

     Garn scanned Kenobi’s memories quickly. "Some useful skills here." Garn sighed, "No time to practice."

     Vader waved the problem aside. "Contact Leia."

     Groggy, then stronger. "I’m here. I’m restrained. A medic’s been treating me. I don’t remember being questioned." Hesitantly, "They gang-raped me. The Emperor was one of them. No other torture."

     Garn showed her some healing techniques. "Try this. Do what you have to in order to keep from being damaged further. Get better as fast as you can."

     "I’m pregnant. Palpatine..."

     A long pause, then a sigh. "Forgive me, Leia. We need that child. We’ll get it out of you as fast as we can, but... For the sake of the Jedi.”

     Silence on the other end, then, "Very well. For the sake of the Jedi." Very cold, with a deep sorrow.

     "Alright. Any idea of where you are on Throneworld?"

     "Inside the Citadel."

     Breakout from hyperspace. "Leia?"

     "Just the usual." She sounded tired, but otherwise calm. "Rape and drugs."

     Garn traced the contact to a location. "I feel three pairs of guards."

     "They’ve been ... helping ... with me. He expects a rescue attempt."

     "Red robes?"

     "Yes."

     Garn insinuated her thoughts into first one guard’s, then a second. "The red robed guards are already programmed to be vulnerable to mind control -- Palpatine doesn't expect any Jedi around to take advantage of that. Leia, give me a code-word -- something easy for you to remember."

     "’Solo.’"

     "Good. If you desperately need them before we arrive, two of the guards will follow your orders if you trigger them with the word ‘Solo’ first. Save them until the last possible minute -- they’d be a dead give-away that Jedi are in the area.

     "We’re almost there, Leia. One way or another, it will be over shortly."

     "She’s talking to someone."

     "No transmitters, Sire. Perhaps she’s talking to imaginary persons in her head?"

     "Not that one, " Palpatine mused. "More likely, she rehearses clever things to say to bolster her resistance. Do you think she needs more sedation?"

     The medic considered, "You wanted her awake for the rape. Your orders?"

     "Leave her as is. No... a drug to alter her time sense. Let her ... savor ... her entertainment."

     The medic bowed. On the monitor, Leia seemed acquiescent. Adrenalin exhaustion? Playing for the medic’s sympathy? Time to rough her up again. Hm. On slow-time this time.

     Garn to Vader, "My lord, something’s changed with Leia. She’s conscious, but... distorted."

     "We go in. Have you tracked her?"

     "Yes. The Citadel."

     Vader brought up a map on the screen. "There -- that fighter bay. I’ve pulled the recognition codes from the duty officer. Once we’re in, you go for Leia. I’ll track the Emperor."

     "We don’t separate." A nod towards Leia, "He’s with her."

     Vader nodded sharply, "Let’s do it."

     Helmets, flight suits. Garn pre-loaded their escape into the navicomputer. "We'll need to get away fast." The fighter bay thought they were a special courier team and confirmed the Emperor’s location. "He’s with the new prisoner. I’ll tell him you’re coming."

     "No need." A quick punch at the officer’s mind and their arrival was erased from his memory.

     Garn activated the compromised guards just as she and Vader came into view. The other pair of guards died without a sound.

     The Emperor sensed something amiss, but Leia distracted him -- her sensations with the time distortions were fascinating. He drove into her...

     "The door can only be opened from inside."

     "We’ll see." Vader reached inside the lock mechanism. The lock opened, then the door. "In!"

     Vader, then Garn, then the two compromised guards. The still-loyal guards died at their comrades’ hands. Vader’s lightsaber pressed against the base of Palpatine’s skull. The Emperor jerked at the feel of the cold metal, but didn’t withdraw.

     The touch of a thought, and Leia’s wrists were free. Vader, "Move away from her."

     "Lord Vader. I expected Luke Skywalker. But you?"

     "Get away from her," Vader repeated.

     Lightning from the Emperor’s hands played over Leia’s body. "She’s valuable to you?" Another jolt. "You’re going to let us walk away from here. Maybe you’ll get away yourselves, maybe the guards will stop you. But this prize will stay with me."

     The Emperor and his hostage were nearly at the door when Vader attacked. Garn shoved Leia out of the way. Vader grabbed Palpatine with both hands and launched a lightning bolt intended to kill, not merely cause pain. Most of the energy was deflected.

     "Not as strong as you thought you were?" A lightning bolt in Vader’s direction, "Does it hurt as much as when Kenobi fried you?" Another blast, "You’re stale, soft -- your powers have gone unused for too long. You’re no match for me -- you never were. Your powers are a child's next to mine."

     Silence. Garn didn't dare lower her screens to see what damage Vader had taken, but it had to be serious. Then, "Your fear makes you babble, old man." A deep breath from Vader, "You will not see tomorrow."

     Vader’s next strike was deflected into the controlled guards. Palpatine shrugged, "They were dead anyway. Come -- you can do better."

     Vader paused and calmed himself. One concentrated shot, but no anger, no hate. Focus...

     The bolt launched just as Leia moved. Too fast to follow, her foot came up and impacted the Emperor’s chin, snapping his neck back. The focus of control the Emperor needed to keep his neck from breaking cost him his shielding against Vader’s blast.

     Death was not instant. The old man held on with all of his force of will and Jedi skill. "Why? Why did you fight for her, and she for you? She hates you!"

     Leia had burned off the drugs and was almost back to normal time. "Not any more. He’s my father."

     Gasp, "Yes. I see." Palpatine grew still. Vader reached out and closed the old man’s eyes.

     Garn, "Let’s go -- now."

     Vader didn’t move. "Go without me. I settled this, but I’ll never recover. Garn. Lead the Sith. Leia. Daughter. Restore the Republic. Guard it, this time, against the likes of him," a gesture toward the Emperor, "and of me." He slumped against the wall. "Now, go!"

     Garn looked at Leia, and they both shook their heads. "It doesn’t work that way."

     Garn’s skill, Leia’s power, with help from the memories of old men. Vader was still hurt, but he would live, and he could travel. Garn quipped, "Now, to tackle a few hundred guards." Leia grinned.

     "I’m still a liability."

     Garn caught Vader by the shoulder and swung him around to face her. "Darth Vader, you resigned your office to me. I still have uses for you -- shut up and follow orders. Unless you want me to knock you out and carry you? That would slow us down significantly."

     "No."

     "No, what?"

     "No, Lord Vader." He struggled to his feet, drew a deep breath. "Your orders?"

     "Speed. Let’s go."

     They had barely cleared the corridor when the alarm went off. A squad of guards less than ceremonially clad rushed by the three, who were hoping they weren’t too drained to hide themselves. "They’re looking for Leia, and whoever else is with her. No numbers."

     Leia became a pilot in Garn’s stead, while a lone tech -- hastily disabled -- donated his uniform, helmet, and gear to Garn. The new tech and the two pilots got past several checkpoints by arguing modifications of the new TIE fighters.

     One checkpoint had a Force-sensitive guard. His head snapped up and he started to speak, then paused. Garn’s touch on his mind and he followed the trio. "More breeding stock, Garn?" Vader asked.

     Garn answered, "I think he’s cute." Vader just shook his head.

     Two more guards joined the party before they reached the fighter bay. Garn gave them instructions: "Go to the far side of the Citadel and report that you’ve found Princess Leia. Invent details to be convincing. Go!"

     Garn used telekinesis to finish programming the navicomputer while they waited. After ten minutes or so in the shadows, then guards starting streaming out of the fighter bay.

     They strode quickly and purposefully toward the ship. They almost made it when the next alarm blew. The hangar door started to close.

     "Get strapped in!" Garn threw the engines into full before she even got seated. "Hope this ship’s as well-tuned as the techs claimed."

     Layers of paint on the ship and the hangar door peeled away. "Fighter screen." She grabbed the Force-sensitive. "You! Pilot?"

     "Yes, my lord."

     "Evasive maneuvering. Darth, Leia, gunnery."

     Garn juggled the screens while reaching out and dulling the edge of the attackers, blurring their perceptions and slowing their reactions.

     Two destroyed, three fled, when the computer jumped them into hyperspace. "All clear." Garn turned to her newest crewmember, hugged and kissed him. He looked startled, but pleased.

     "What’s your name? And what was your specialty?"

     "Commander Alland Emmer, my lord. I’m a special research officer, psychology division. A month ago, I was pulled off my regular work to watch out for Jedi infiltrators." Alland snorted, "The guards held me in contempt as a non-combatant, my fellow researchers amused themselves at my ‘demotion’."

     "’My lord?’"

     "You haven’t taken my oath, but..." Alland looked stricken, "Surely you won’t send me back to them?"

     Garn’s answer, "Not unless you won’t breed..." was cut off by Leia’s voice.

     "Garn! He’s collapsed!"

     Long legs. Garn yelled at the computer to reduce the grav. She picked up the medkit on the way.

     "What happened?"

     Vader, "My legs folded up. The adrenalin just wore off -- no new injuries."

     "I’ll be the judge of that."

     Leia excused herself to go clean up. Alland watched as Garn fussed over the older man. Finally, "Under reduced grav, this is as good a place for you to stay as any. I gave Leia the cabin. Let me go get some covers for you." Garn left Alland to watch Vader.

     She came back to the end of a conversation. "You don’t need to be rescued now -- he’s dead."

     "I still belong here -- studying Jedi."

     "Garn won’t object, as long as you serve his purposes as well." Vader looked up. "Good. Alland, go distract Garn. His hovering over me won’t do either of us any good." Looking at Garn, "And see how Leia’s doing." Garn draped blankets over Vader, monitoring his energy flows.

     Garn waited until Vader drifted off into normal sleep. Then she closed the gunnery pod off. Out of Vader's earshot, "Why a rescue? From whom?"

     "The Emperor. He was using me as an experimental animal."

     "You were studying Jedi?"

     Alland grinned. "I still am. I trust you’ll treat me better than my father did."

     Click. "I don’t doubt it. First, let’s see if we can undo some of his damage."

     Leia was sitting curled in a lump, her skin scrubbed red. She glared up at Garn. "Get this thing out of me," she spat.

     "At once, Your Highness." Garn stretched her out and drew open the robe across her lower abdomen. "Alland, strip to the waist."

     Alland looked startled, but obeyed. Garn took a scalpel and opened Leia. The layers stayed apart, and there was no blood, no pain. "Here it is." A tiny blob. Alland held it while Garn closed Leia back up, healing as the layers closed. Leia sighed, sank into a semi-trance.

     Then Garn placed Alland on the bed and opened him up. The tiny blob was separated into a fertilized egg and a sperm sample. The egg was joined to a loop of Alland’s intestine, encouraged to grow. Closure... Alland’s hand crept over his belly, lightly floating. "I can feel it -- him! -- growing."

     "It's already latched on. We'll keep an eye on it -- on him. You might need hormone supplements later. If there's a real problem, we'll transfer him to a uterine replicator."

     "Good." Garn put the sperm sample into cold storage.

     Leia shuddered ever so slightly. "I wish... No. I know why. Would that it were not so."

     "Leia... it was all a dream. It’s over. You can let it go."

     Her glance up and down Garn said, "As if you’d ever be in danger of rape." But aloud, it was, "I need to rest. Leave me alone."

     "Yes. Alland, with me."

A different voice on the audio. Garn's? "Leia Organa was one of the toughest women I ever knew. When she was first captured by Vader over Tatooine, she fought off interrogation under drugs, was threatened with having her planet blown up, and then she still had the spirit, back in her cell, to make a snappy comment to her would-be rescuer: 'Aren't you a little short for a stormtrooper?'

 "Her anger and resilience showed her truly to be her father's daughter. And no doubt her spirit was eased by the knowledge that she had killed her rapist."

 Miklinar's voice resumes.

     Out of the cabin. A few minutes in the cockpit, checking on the course. Alland sat quietly, watching Garn. A little too intently? There was something wrong... Not wrong. Garn had seen that look before. She smiled faintly. Wait, wait...

     The ritual gesture -- a junior Imperial officer offering himself to a senior. Garn studied Alland. "You don’t have any idea of my... tastes. You might regret the offer."

     Alland chewed lightly on his upper lip. "My lord... I do not think you would choose to use me up, not this early on. If I am permitted to heal..."

     Garn looked startled, "Now? You were injured? And we didn’t notice?"

     Alland shook his head rapidly, "No. Not now. From what you might choose to do to me."

     Garn sighed, leaned back."You’re right. You’re much too valuable to waste by damaging you. There’s nothing else you’d object to?"

     An inclination of Alland’s head -- submission. "At your convenience."

     Garn reached out and touched Alland’s cheek. "I won’t make you wait too long. Let me check on our passengers." Garn rose and Alland followed, close, not touching.

     Vader was in a light trance. He roused when Garn came close. "How do you feel?"

     A dry chuckle, "I hurt, when I let myself. A distraction, nothing more." The older man caught the flush of Alland’s face. "A new pet, Garn?"

     "You know they don’t suffer under my hand."

     A faint smile, "The willing ones don’t. Go -- claim him."

     Hunt for privacy -- the cockpit was too small, and the other available areas were being used... Garn was usually excited after a mission, and she was resonating against Alland's arousal. Frustration .. The door to the cabin slid open. "Your Highness?"

     Leia had gone from damaged to..? Her gaze fastened on Alland. "You. Get in here. I need to wipe out the memory of his hands on me." Alland hesitated. "Both of you. Now."

     The light was dim. Alland was on his back, waiting but not ready. His hands travelled over Leia, teasing and arousing her. Her back arched and she relaxed, snuggling in next to him.

     Garn was still in a thin robe. Alland looked up. "My lord?"

     "She needs you more than I do."

     "Irrelevant. I'm yours, not hers." His hand reached out.

     "Do I dare trust you? To lie helpless in your arms?"

     She couldn't tell if it was annoyance or just frustration. Garn found her hand grasped by Alland's, and very familiar words. Translated, this time, but still the old Sith oath of fealty.

     Garn answered in the same language, accepting his service. Then, "Is there a problem? Your physical response." Alland's look was placid/blank. "Your utility to me is reduced if you stay soft," Garn pointed out.

     "I won't." Alland drew Garn's hand down between his legs. Change, in length and hardness. "For your use, not hers. Females don't interest me."

     Garn could see Leia's eyebrow rise, Alland couldn't. Garn dimmed the lights, probed Alland. "Already open."

     "Of course."

     Leia came awake enough to start snuggling Alland again, distracting him just enough. Garn straddled Alland, slid him up inside her. Her excitement washed over Alland, with enough pure lust that his performance continued. In the tangle, Garn disengaged and Leia mounted Alland in her stead.

     Alland shuddered, spent. He snuggled between the women, dozing. Touch talk, Garn to Leia, "Do you want the child? We might not be able to 'milk' him again."

     "I understand. He's a friend, at least..." Leia giggled aloud, "Poor Luke."

     Alland, barely awake, "Hm? Who's Luke?"

     Garn, "Luke was my ... pet... for a while. Luke knew I was female, but didn't dare tell anyone, even to save his own reputation."

     "You convinced the Emperor. You convinced me, until there was no hiding. Now..."

     "You'll manage." Garn slid off the side of the bed, covered the other two. "Sleep. I have a patient to look in on."

     The older man was not-quite-tranced, staring out the bubble into the swirls of hyperspace. "Are you done?"

     "For now. Not what I expected."

     "Did he manage?"

     Sharply, "You knew he was gay?"

     "As you did. You have the perceptions. You hid from yourself the possibility that it might matter. Did it?"

     Garn curled up next to Vader, watching the flow of hyperspace with him. "With Leia, it mattered. Then I handled him, he got hard -- and only then did he find out I was female, too."

     Alland's voice, "The Sith... there was always the rumor that your pilots were mixed, male and female. But my father was absolutely convinced that your heir was more." Glance back and forth, "And so he was." Alland knelt beside the pair. He started to speak, hesitated. Finally, "Admiral Vader."

     A touch of humor in the older man's voice,"Yes?"

     "How fares the healing? Is there anything I can do to help?"

     Garn, "What's funny?"

     Vader, "He had to decide how to address me. He can't bring himself to use my given name, and you would have answered to 'Lord Vader.' But 'Admiral' will do." A shift in position, "To answer you, I hurt. Nothing can be done except letting time work. I've healed from much worse."

     Alland's hands reached out, not quite touching Vader. Concentration... "Garn, here. I can see the knot, I can't fix it."

     Garn's hand on top of the tangle. Alland fed her energy, which she used... Vader watched how well the two meshed, working together.

     The ease in Vader's pain was obvious, once the entanglement was gone. "Thank you."

     Garn grinned, "Patching you up is my job."

     "Not any more. You have a planetary system to run."

     "But..!"

     "I'm not dying, but I'm far from healed. And the burden of office would keep me from becoming well. The work is yours, now."

     Fear of loss turned her gentle embrace into fierce lovemaking. Alland watched until an arm reached out and snagged him into the middle.

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