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Title:  Life Interrupted

Author: Kelly (kelly63@comcast.net)
Rating: NC-17
Characters: O/C Female, Darth Vader and the cast of the Star Wars series with a few other original crew members put in……
Category: Drama, Angst, Humor, Sexual tension you can cut with a knife!

Disclaimer: GL IS the creator. I just am the one who likes to throw a wrench into the GFFA!

Summary: An Earthling gets to move to the GFFA. Talk about leaving your troubles behind only to gain a whole bunch more!


Earth: Sedona, Arizona

‘God, I can’t believe I have so much shit to move!’ Kelly muttered to herself as she placed her laptop on top of her suitcase.

Although there was extra room in her SUV for more of her possessions, she chose not to take everything. Selecting only her clothes, books and her CD collection along with a the few things her father gave her and some personal necessities, she wanted to quickly be out of the apartment before he came home. She did not want to be in his orbit when the shit hit the fan.

Leaving was a decision long in the making and finally an opportunity presented itself. The first step was in making the decision to leave. That had been the hardest part. She found it was difficult in keeping it a secret from her family and friends, lest he find out and stop her.

‘I will never get into another relationship where paranoia and jealousy are part of his persona!’ she thought to herself as she took one last look to make sure she had everything. Placing the keys on the side table, she quickly took her leave.

A new job and a new life. She was looking forward to this. Kelly filled the tank and made a mental note to call her father as soon as she arrived at her destination. The drive alone would be about fifteen hours and that was if she drove straight through. It would get dark early and that would help quell any attempt by him to try to track her down. Darkness would be her cover and she would welcome it gladly.

At about the eighth hour, after a few stops for gas, snacks and a bathroom break, Kelly could feel the exhaustion creeping upon her. She found she could drive for miles while her mind wandered and then suddenly snap out of it realizing she was only half paying attention to the road ahead. Not that there was any traffic. Route 66 was long, winding and some stretches were completely desolate. She was grateful she had “borrowed” Cissy’s cell phone for the trip realizing keeping hers could mean trouble.

She filled her thoughts with memories from her childhood and her father. He had been inconsolable by his wife’s passing when Kelly was eight and her brother five. Kelly didn’t know what breast cancer was then, she just knew it took her mother away from her and made her into a shell of the person she used to be, draining her of her energy and dulling the bright smile a little at a time.

Kelly still is the image of her mother, with long strawberry blond hair and gray eyes. Her father always called her Pocahontas because of the braids she wore. She could have braided her hair herself, but she enjoyed when her mother did it. Kelly loved sitting on her mother’s lap while her hair was brushed and styled into ‘Indian’ braids.

She was teased as a child because she wore braces and was a ‘toothpick’. As a result of that, she grew up with a serious lack of self esteem. She always sensed this was the cause of her choosing the wrong men - men who were controlling, jealous, paranoid and possessive. Kelly felt she was a magnet for them, thinking she could somehow change them and ease their anguish with devotion and undying love. Not that she didn’t have any flaws of her own: she too had a quick temper and could flare into a rage unexpectedly.

Nor was Kelly known for her tact, often saying what was on her mind before she had time to think. More than once feelings were hurt by the venom she could spit out. Swearing like a sailor was not unusual for her either. ‘Language enhancers’ she had called them once, when her brother had been on the receiving end of one of her tirades. They had both laughed hysterically until their eyes watered.

Kelly was suddenly jerked from her daydreams by a flash of light. The kind of light you might see from a lighthouse, moving and then disappearing again. Only this seemed to be pulsating.. She could see it moving through her side window. Slowing down, she pressed the control to lower it. Now at a compete stop, she could see where the light was coming from. High in the night sky was a round, swirling light, which was oscillating and growing larger with every rotation. No sound came from this phenomenon, only a feeling of the air being sucked upwards.

Kelly could feel the air in the car start to move and push out. Panicked, she closed the window. She couldn’t even begin to imagine where this might be coming from. A UFO did not even cross her mind as one might think. This was not being made by anything she would be able to identify. She had the innate feeling this was not benign. Being led on pure adrenalin, she instinctively put the SUV in gear to put some distance between her and the swirling mass of energy. No sooner had she put it in drive, than the massive vortex with its churning suction jerked the vehicle violently while turning it 180 degrees. Within a split second it was hurled upward into the pulsating hole.

Her whole body felt as if it was being turned inside out. Spinning out of control, Kelly briefly thought that this what it must be like to be launched in a rocket when her mind went dark.

Death Star. Outer Rim

In the control room, Admiral Motti stood with his hands behind his back. A frown furrowed his brow as he studied the ComScan monitor. The test had not gone as planned. The Commander would not be pleased. Never mind what Lord Vader would think! Part of the Death Star's reactor had caused a misfiring of the super laser which in turned created an unexpected anomaly in space.

“ComScan is picking up fragment readings within the vortex, Admiral,” the young Lieutenant Gilvany said as he turned in his chair to meet Admiral Motti‘s glare.

The Admiral was silent as the officer continued, “It looks like it may be bringing something back with it. It’s trajectory is headed straight for us. Shall I inform Commander Tarkin and Lord Vader?.”

Motti considered this. If he did not summon Lord Vader, he would pay dearly for it later. No use hiding his mistake - better to take the heat now and own up to this mess. His chest tightened as he thought about being in the presence of the Sith Lord. His dislike for Vader was, for all purposes, apparent amongst all who came into contact with him. He made no secret about his displeasure with Vader’s presence on board the Death Star and he had verbally expressed this to Commander Tarkin. The Commander in turn reminded Motti that it was the Emperor’s wish that Vader represent him on the Death Star’s maiden voyage.

Now this! When he was so close to proving that this battle station was the ultimate power, a flaw had to show itself. Ah, no use bitching about it now, he thought, just deal with Vader and fix the problem as soon as possible.

“Yes, Lieutenant. Send word immediately. We need to know where on this station the vortex will hit. Lord Vader will want all the answers when he arrives!” Motti replied behind clenched teeth and seething anger.

Lord Vader sat in his meditation chamber with the lights out, save for a few glowing red on his master console. His eyes closed, he sensed a ripple in the Force. It was small, but significant enough to warrant further probing. Something’s coming his mind told him. He pushed his mind further into the vast threads of the dark side, looking for a clear picture of what was to come. His meditation was interrupted by a signal from the control room.

“What is it?!” he asked in a low baritone, letting his voice show his annoyance.

“My Lord, Admiral Motti requests your presence in the control room. There was a flaw in our testing of the laser and it has caused a vortex which is headed straight for us. There is something coming through though we do not have any data for yet.” the voice reported.

“Very well, tell the Admiral I be there presently,” Vader replied as he waved a gloved hand, summoning the hydraulic arms which replaced his breath mask and helmet.

With a loud grinding noise and a hiss of escaping air, the dome shaped chamber opened. The Sith Lord stepped out with his massive black cape flowing behind him and headed toward his destination.

After the Commander, Motti, and Lord Vader met in the control room, final calculations were finished and it was determined that the vortex would drop it’s cargo in the open area of the hanger bay. The vortex seemed to be bringing something from quite a distance. Analysts calculations showed it to be twisting, turning and sometimes slowing down, then increasing with massive energy to reach its final destination.

Troops and crew members quickly assembled in the open hanger bay. Just a predicted, the swirling and pulsating light pushed itself into the opening and Kelly’s SUV was hurled across the hanger, spinning as it crashed into the back wall. A loud crunching was heard, accompanied by the sound of air bags being released. Brown smoke flowed from the hood of the vehicle. Immediately crew members doused the front of this twisted metal with flame retardant foam. Stormtroopers strategically placed themselves around the unknown intruder. They would have seen Kelly strapped unconscious in her seat if it had not been for the privacy glass.

First there was the faint realization that she had stopped moving but her head was still spinning.

Vertigo. That’s what this is, she thought. Opening her eyes, it took her a few tries to focus by repeated blinking. She was vaguely aware she had hit a wall and it was well lit wherever she was. The belt had locked up and it held her tight against the seat. The air bags had saved her from hitting her head on the steering wheel, and the side bag had inflated preventing her from being sheared by the door where it had bent inward when it came in contact with the wall.

Releasing the seatbelt and pushing the airbags out of her way, Kelly was finally able to take in her surroundings. And it didn’t look good.

“What the Fuck!” she cried as she looked in astonishment at the scene in front of her.

There were, what she assumed to be numerous men in white armor with guns surrounding her. In back of them were more men with black uniforms also pointing their weapons directly at her! Still reeling from her ordeal and not thinking clearly, she slid over to the passenger side, pulled the door handle and pushed.

Lord Vader stood in the hanger bay several meters away from the still unidentified vehicle. He was flanked by storm troopers on either side. He kept his right arm crossed ready to unhitch his light saber if needed. Although he didn’t think it would be necessary, he did not plan on taking any unnecessary chances.

The rebels were very clever. This could turn quickly if they were not prepared for the worst. His enhanced receptors picked up movement inside. He sensed that whoever or whatever was inside was planning an exit. The door suddenly swung open. Instinctively the storm troopers went into battle mode, some in a prone position.

“Set your weapons for stun!” Vader commanded.

If it was a rebel, he wanted them alive. This could prove to be a most interesting day yet.

A body moved out of the vehicle, hidden behind the door. Stormtroopers in the back had already had a look at who was coming out and held their fire. A unarmed woman was not to be shot at, but if she proved to have a weapon, then firing was an option. As soon as Kelly made her way around the door, she paused on unsteady legs. She realized too late that getting up on her feet after her unwelcome trip was a mistake. Her whole body become like rubber and a tingling feeling moved down her entire being.

Her heart pounding in her chest, her eyesight reduced to tunnel - vision despite her eyes being open. Kelly’s vision was gradually being blocked by blackness. She was aware of a very tall, black caped figure moving toward her, and taking his place before her.

Her last thought before the darkness once again took over, as she fell at his feet, was, ‘Amazing!’.

At Lord Vader’s command, stormtroopers rushed the vehicle. Two of them pushed their way inside and conducted a quick search. Confirming there were no more passengers, the vehicle was scanned and secured.

During this time a medbed had been summoned. Two medical droids were busy attending to Kelly. After placing a Life Monitor on her left wrist, the medical droids carefully lifted her onto the medbed.

Lord Vader, confident there was no threat, left the situation in the hands of the highest ranking official. He quickly followed the medical team to the infirmary. Once there, more tests would be done to determine the condition and well being of their new visitor.

Gradually, Kelly regained consciousness. She was lifted and placed down again by cold metal hands. She heard the sounds of walking, and a disembodied voice over a PA system. They were bringing her somewhere, but where? Opening her eyes, she tried to sit up, but felt restrained. Straps were holding her down. She was being guided through a long corridor by an entourage of men and what appeared to be a couple of droids.

"Where are you taking me? I’m alright! I want to get up!" she cried. She struggled to pull her arms out of the harness across her chest. Fear gripped her as the severity of the situation began to sink in.

"Do not try to get up!" a deep voice ordered.

Stunned, she lay her head back down. Straining her neck to look back, she rolled her eyes upward and looked to where the voice had come. That tall dark figure again!

For a moment all she could do was stare, her mouth open. Understanding the authority of his command, Kelly felt her heart beat quicken, and with a lurching feeling in her stomach, she swallowed hard, forcing herself to stay calm.

In a more submissive and even tone, she asked, "Please tell me where I am, and where you are taking me."

Sensing fear, Lord Vader answered her in calm voice, "You are on the Death Star. We are taking you to the infirmary. You have been in an accident and you need to be examined. Now, no more questions."

Brought into a brightly lit and sterile looking room, she watched in fascination as the medical droids swiftly went to work. Something called a LifeScan was done. The test complete, Lord Vader was informed it showed no injuries.

During this time, ‘Big Heavy Breather’ as she now saw fit to call him, was carefully watching. When the time came to draw blood, Kelly panicked. Pulling her into a sitting position, Vader grabbed her from behind with his right arm, his left arm holding hers straight and still. Alarmed by his vise-like grip, she was surprised to find it didn‘t hurt. Confused by the feeling of him holding her, she felt a deep arousal between her legs. Catching her breath, she felt herself becoming wet. Her body erupted into mindless lust! She would have stripped bare and mounted him right there, if he had commanded her to. She was disappointed when he finally let go and moved away.

Lord Vader circled the medbed and stood in front of the alluring young woman. Now he would get some answers.

Leaning forward he brought his mask within inches of Kelly‘s face, "What is your name and where are you from? I warn you, do not lie to me. The consequences will be severe."

Staring into his mask, she tried to find his eyes. She managed to choke out a reply: "Kelly and Arizona."

For the first time in her life she was finding it very hard to form words much less speak them.

"Where is your planet located......Kelly?" Vader asked tilting his head to one side and putting emphasis on her name.

‘Planet?’ She had no inkling of what big heavy breather was talking about.

"Look, I don’t know what kind of shit you’re pulling here, but I want to make a call. You have no right to keep me here and you certainly don’t have my permission to do any more tests! I don’t know who YOU ARE!"

Grabbing her face with his gloved hands, he pulled her closer. "You will address me as Lord Vader! I will make this very clear; you are in no position to demand anything! Your insubordination will not be tolerated!"

Kelly could feel the color rising in her cheeks and ....that feeling again in her sex. ‘God, what is going on with me? I must be crazy!’

Vader straightened and turned to the Lieutenant at his side. "Put Kelly in a holding cell and wait for my instructions."

"Yes, my Lord," the Lieutenant replied.

With a rustle of his cape, Lord Vader strode toward the exit.

Cell Block: Unit 21B.

Kelly was placed in a small, sparse cell. The only seat was a long bench that jutted from the back. The walls were black and gray, illuminated by the recessed lighting that dotted the ceiling.

In that time, she had been contemplating her situation. She came to terms she was no longer on Earth. There could be no other explanation for all that she had seen and heard. She remembered being lifted into space, and then, nothing until she awoke after the impact.

She didn't know it, but fortunately, she had closed her windows. That allowed enough air during the voyage. What seemed like an eternity was in fact, only a matter of seconds of travel between universes. Her blacking was caused by a combination of movement and the pull of the g-force.

Her thoughts shifted to Big Heavy Breather. She wondered about the suit and armor he wore. He seemed human.

'He must need to wear that to sustain his life', she mused. Then she wonderded what kind of man lay behind the black mask.

"Lord Vader," she said the name aloud.

As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt it. Her body tingled. A feeling of stepping outside of oneself. Then, a presence penetrated her mind, pulling her, forcing her inner most thoughts to the surface. She tried to block the invasion, but found it useless. Letting go, she found herself floating on the threads of subjection.

Pulling her miniskirt to her hips, she eased her right hand under her panties. Using two fingers in a circular motion, she rubbed her clit. At once, the wet juice of her sex spread down her thighs and over her hand. She could hear the sticky, wet sounds as her hand moved rapidly in a frenzied pace. Rubbing her sacred place harder and faster, her legs began to shake. She crossed them and squeezed tight. The familiar tingling, sweet burning sensation intensified as she twisted her body to the tempo of her rising ecstacy. In a burst of utter bliss, Kelly's body shook as she climaxed. Not slowing her pace, she quickend the massage of her mound and peaked again! Finally spent, she lay on her back and brought her fingers to her mouth.

Meditation Chamber

For the second time that day, Lord Vader took refuge in his meditation chamber. A complete search was being conducted of Kelly’s vehicle and belongings. Soon enough, they would have the information they needed about her.

Reading the young Earth woman’s mind had not been difficult to do. Taping into her psyche, he caught glimpses of her journey. He sensed she was running away...... from someone. Then she had been in the wrong place when the vortex had taken her.

Vader was preplexed. His position did not allow contact with many women. He never cared enough to seek out the company for one. Not that he couldn’t command it if he so desired. All he had to do was give an order, and one would be brought before him, to see to his needs.

For many years, he lived his life in solitude and loneliness. Building the evil persona he wanted the galaxy to know and fear. He felt he was a monster, undeserving of experiencing love and pleasures of the flesh.

A long lost, but not forgotten feeling washed over him. He assumed he put those feelings away, burying them, using the Force to keep them at bay.

Now, after all this time those concealed urges were resurfacing. Vader was finding it difficult to supress them. He was hard, his swollen member pushing against his leather trousers. Tossing the codpiece aside, his slid his hardness out. Vader grabbed his cock and began a slow and steady stroke.

Groaning, he imagined her mouth on him. Sucking, kissing and licking his shaft as she gently caressed it. Finally, he could stand no more! The desire for release was too much! Calling out her name, he exploded into orgasmic joy as his hot seed erupted and trickled down his glove.

KESSEL SYSTEM - OUTER RIM

Admiral Motti and Commander Tagge arrived at the conference room at the same time. Already in attendance were eight Imperial senators and generals sitting around a black conference table.

Commander Tagge, a young, slimy-looking general, took a seat and spoke, "Until this battle station is fully operational we are vulnerable. The Rebel Alliance is too well equipped. They're more dangerous than you realize."

Motti twisted nervously in his chair. "Dangerous to your starfleet, Commander, not to this battle station!"

"The Rebellion will continue to gain support in the Imperial Senate as long as....," Commander Tagge's speech was cut short by the arrival of Grand Moff Tarkin and Lord Vader.

Tarkin informed the men that the Emperor had dissolved the senate permanently.

Motti, still agitated by Tagge's barrage, lashed out, "Any attack made by the Rebels against this station would be a useless gesture, no matter what technical data they've obtained. This station is now the ultimate power in the universe. I suggest we use it!"

"Don't be too proud of this technological terror you've constructed. The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant next to the power of the Force," Vader answered.

Leaning forward in his chair with a smirk on his face, Motti replied, "Don't try to frighten us with your sorcerer's ways, Lord Vader. Your sad devotion to that ancient religion has not helped you conjure up the stolen data tapes, or given you clairvoyance enough to find the Rebel's hidden fort..."

Suddenly Motti started to choke and sputter as Vader curled his fingers into a fist.

"I find your lack of faith disturbing," Vader said in a deep, slow voice.

Tarkin, momentarily enjoying the vision of Motti gasping for air, reluctantly commanded Vader to release him. Falling forward in his seat, Motti's face was red in anger and humiliation.

"What of the Earth girl? Have we any more information?" Tarkin asked with a wave of his hand.

General Jurai, an older balding man spoke up, "We have searched the vehicle and its contents. There is nothing there to indicate that her presence here is of any threat to us. She is very consistent in her description of events. It...is...an unfortunate accident."

"There is nothing we can do for her now. Creating another vortex would not guarantee a safe return to her planet. The odds that the vortex would duplicate the same trajectory are next to impossible," Vader offered.

Admiral Motti had regained his composure and ventured a comeback.

"This is a battle station not a holding pen for strays!" he coughed.

Tarkin looked to the Sith Lord with raised eyebrows. "Very well, she will stay aboard until we are within reach of Coruscant: I am putting her under Lord Vader's watchful eye. I trust the rest of you will brief the necessary staff of her presence."

Tarkin then gave the order to the stormtrooper standing guard to bring back their new visitor.

A few moments later Kelly was escorted into the room. Her hands were held by binders.

"Remove them," Tarkin ordered.

Kelly nervously gazed around the room, her eyes falling on Big Heavy Breather. Immediately, she felt her cheeks redden as memories of her self-love surfaced. She hoped her embarrassment didn't show.

"Well, I see you've recovered from your unexpected journey," Takin addressed her. "I trust you'll be cooperative."

"I have nothing to hide," Kelly replied, her eyes leaving the Sith Lord and meeting Tarkin's gaze.

"How can it be that I am here?" Kelly asked.

"You claim to be from a planet called....Earth? There is no such planet known to us," Tarkin replied, ignoring her question.

"Regardless, that is where I come from. You didn’t answer my question,"  Kelly spat out.

"You were brought here unintentionally due to an error on our part. That is all you need to know," Lord Vader replied.

"Why don't you give us a map of where your so called 'Earth' is located?" Admiral Motti sneered, a look of utter disdain on his face.

He pushed a notepad and pen across the table in her direction.

'This ugly prick is annoyed by my presence, and it’s probably his fucking fault I’m here,’ she thought to herself.

Kelly grabbed the pad of paper and pen and with a flourish, made a small nondescript diagram. She slammed the pad down on the table and pointed to her handiwork.

"Here! Third star to the left and follow it on till morning....you stupid shit!"

His anger simmering, Motti eyes narrowed and his mouth became tight.

Kelly continued, "What is wrong with you? Did somebody drop you when you were a baby? How the fuck am I supposed to tell you where Earth is if you don't even know where my galaxy is?"

"Enough of this!" Tarkin ordered, taking control of the situation.

"It is an unfortunate occurrence that you are here. There is nothing that can be done about that now. You will not be locked up as a prisoner, but you will be closely watched and your independence restricted during your stay aboard this battle station. Lord Vader will see to your needs."

Vader had come up behind Kelly and she took this as a signal it was time to leave.

Before she left, she had one more thing to say. Looking Motti in the eyes she spat, "I don't like you....you're... fat."

Vader put his hand on her back and pushed her out of the conference room.

"What an asshole!" she hollered.

Despite being out of her element, she was feeling like her old self again. Smirking to herself, 'I hope that son of bitch gets what's coming to him.'

Lord Vader was keeping a steady pace ahead of her. She had to practically run to keep up with him. She decided now was a good time to inform Heavy Breather about a few things.

Taking a deep breath, she said, "I don’t eat red meat. I like a low fat, high fiber diet. Fruits, vegetables and whole grains. No sugar or salt. I drink plenty of water, and, I’d like to continue to take calcium supplements. So if you have something I can take, great. I need at least eight hours of sleep each night or I can be very....cranky."

Lord Vader stopped in his tracks. Kelly ran right into him. Startled, she moved back a few steps and looked up. Amusement,....anger, she couldn’t quite figure out what his reaction might be.

"You feel you are in a position to ask for such things from the Empire?" Vader asked, turning to face her.

"Yes, I do. After all, it’s your fault I’m here. I guess the Empire is my new daddy," she replied sarcastically.

Talking to him was such torture. She felt dizzy just being in his presence, but at the same time loving every minute of it.

"Really?" Vader mused.

His cape flowed behind him, as he picked up his stride.

They entered a lift and moved up several floors. Finally, they stopped. Vader led her down a corridor, pausing in front of a nondescript door. Noiselessly, the door slid open revealing a small, but adequate room.

Kelly’s things had already been delivered. It made the room look even smaller, but that would change once they were put away.

"You have your own private ‘fresher in the back, and there should be enough space for your belongings," Vader said and he paced the room, his hands behind his back. "I will assign a security detail to you as well as an assistant to see to your needs."

He paused waiting for Kelly’s reply, unsure of what that would be.

"The room is fine, thank you," she replied calmly.

"I will leave you now to unpack and rest. A guard will come for you when it is mealtime," Lord Vader took his leave, never looking back.

Sleep did not come easily this first night. Kelly tossed and turned as her mind thought of her friends and loved ones back home. Would she ever see them again? Her thoughts turned to the situation at hand. She had no idea what kind of place she was in nor did she have any clue who these armored and uniformed people were. As sleep finally took her, her dreams were restless. She felt a presence in her mind as she dreamed of star filled skies and tight embraces.

Vader had returned to his meditation chamber for the evening and slipped into a trance. The strange Earth girl haunted his thoughts. As he opened himself up to the Force, he felt Kelly’s intense emotions and it drew him to her. He slipped into her mind and felt the overwhelming waves of pleasure, sadness, lust and loss eminating from this girl. He did not want to linger, but he could not stop himself from touching the sensual part of her mind.

Kelly felt her dreams turn to passionate fantasies as the presence touched her. It was a surreal experience. No body or face for her to focus on, just leather-clad hands touching her and kneading her full breasts. Hands moving lower and rubbing her molten core. She arched her back as two finger were slid into her and searched for her sweet spot. She gasped and writhed against the sensations filling her mind.

Vader brought Kelly to the brink of climax, then pulled away, silently smirking to himself. He brought himself back enough to free his aching member from his suit and stroke himself as he plunged back into Kelly’s mind.

Visions of erotic scenes played out in Kelly’s mind as she turned to try to face the presence. She felt a hand turn her over and place her on her hands and knees. Trying to look over her shoulder, she could see nothing, but felt all. Yielding to the apparition visiting her, she felt leather clad hands harshly grabbing her hips and a hot hard member pressing against her wetness.

"Oh God, please....," she cried out.

They both ground against each other as their minds gave way to physical sensations. Kelly, subconsciously, thrust her fingers in and out of her wetness in time to the plunging in her mind. Vader increased his stroking as well as his thrusting into her. They both came hard and fast.

Vader sighed and rested back in his chair as he let the sensations of her climax ripple over him before he retreated from her mind. Kelly awoke with wet sheets, soaked fingers and a pounding heart.

"That was no dream," she murmured.

DEATH STAR: ALDERAAN SYSTEM

Time was elusive. Days turned into weeks. Kelly spent her days carefully watched, either by the two stormtroopers assigned to guard her or by an assistant, a much older, kindly man named Mireille.

Mireille would bring Kelly's meals to her. His duty done, he would then take his leave, until one day when Kelly asked if he wouldn't mind staying while she ate. Since that time it became customary that he stayed, satisfying Kelly's curiosity about the Death Star and its occupants.

He would keep her abreast of the latest news; recently, he brought word of the Death Star's newest prisoner, a princess.

Kelly listened eagerly, hanging on every word. She listened even more carefully when Lord Vader's name was mentioned.

Ever since her first night on the Death Star, Kelly's sleep had been besieged by a recurring erotic dream.

The scenario was always the same; she was overwhelmed by an unseen presence. Rough and lustful hands grasped at her, finding her secret spot, bringing her to the brink of climax, and then withdrawing.

She was forced into changing positions, sometimes on her back, and other times she was pinned face down on the bed, with her legs sprawled apart, unable to move. The presence would always be on top of her, holding her down, forcing its thick, hot member into her ready wetness.

Every dream ended the same too, with them both reaching ecstasy, yielding to the passion as orgasm offered up its sweet release.

She did not like being kept in her quarters and became restless.

One afternoon as Mireille cleaned up from lunch, she ventured, "Is there a library aboard this ship?"

Looking up, Mireille raised his eyebrows, "There is a reference library just below us. It has rather quite a nice view port as I recall."

"Do you think it would be alright for me to go there? It would be nice to have something...anything to fill my time," Kelly asked with pleading eyes.

"I don't see that it will be a problem, but, Lord Vader must approve this. I shall inquire for you immediately."

Mireille smiled and picking up the lunch tray, he left her alone.

Several minutes passed before he returned. The smile on his face hinted at Vader's reply. She was to be in the company of the stormtroopers at all times. The library would be unoccupied and available for her use.

Kelly was relieved. She did not want to run into that weasel Motti.

She quickly disrobed and selected something more appropriate. She chose a short, tight blue dress with bare shoulders that enhanced her ample bosom.

'You never know who you may run into,' she mused as she brushed her long red tresses, secretly hoping it would be Vader.

When she was ready, she stepped into the corridor. With a trooper on each side of her, she was escorted to the lift and down one floor. Rounding a corner, they approached a door like any other.

Noiselessly it slid open, revealing a vast library. Long black tables lined the middle of the floor. Circling them were curved shelves, full of books. Some looked to be quite old.

Kelly took a deep breath. She noted the familiar smell of aged paper bound with leather. For a split second, she felt homesick. A small aching feeling formed in the pit of her stomach. The feeling quickly abandoned her when one of the troopers spoke.

"Secure the door," one of them commanded the other.

Buttons were pressed and a red light lit up the door panel.

Both troopers approached the nearest table. Simultaneously, they laid down their blasters and removed their helmets. She was stunned. The men were exactly alike. Each had the same dark hair and eyes, the same height and build.

Before she could voice her query, one of them said, "We are clones".

Evil grins adorned their faces and an uneasy feeling came over Kelly.

As if anticipating a struggle, one of the troopers quickly grabbed her. Her hands were roughly jerked behind her where they were fastened by binders.

"Don't bother screaming, the library is soundproof," the trooper holding her said hotly in her ear.

She could see the other trooper had already removed his armor and bodysuit. Moving quickly, he took over holding her as his counterpart discarded his armor.

She could feel a hardness against her backside. The trooper was deliberately grinding himself against her, groaning into her hair. She felt his hot breath on her neck.

Fear coupled with arousal shivered throughout her body. She experienced a familiar aching, deep within in her womb. Closing her eyes, she swayed ever so slightly.

She took in a sharp breath as his hand reached in front and under her dress. Caressing her thigh, his hand moved up slowly to where her soft folds awaited.

By this time, both troopers had surrounded her. With deft hands, the trooper in front pulled at her dress and lifted it up over her waist, revealing her white lace thong.

Her binders were removed and her dress was pulled up and off. Her bra was then unfastened and thrown aside. Taking a breast in each hand, the trooper in front of her began to roughly knead her breasts, pinching her already hardened nipples. Her eyes closed, Kelly let out a soft sigh.

It had been so long since she had any physical attention that even this unexpected and rude intrusion was making her wet.

Suddenly she was forced to her knees. The trooper from behind wound his hand through her hair and pulled her head back. Opening her mouth to protest, she was rewarded with a swollen member thrust in her mouth.

Taking it in as far as she could, she ran her tongue up and down his thick shaft. This elicited a groan from its owner.

Tightening his grip on her head, he thrust his hips back and forth. Grabbing his hardness with her right hand she fisted the shaft as she licked and nipped him. When she would reach the tip of his glans, she pursed her lips and placed soft kisses around it.

Opening her mouth, she stroked and sucked with her tongue exploring every inch of him. Taking more pleasure in this than she thought she should, a moan escaped her lips and the trooper responded with a deep groan.

Hands pulled at Kelly's hips from behind and lifted her up. The other trooper roughly grabbed her and spread her legs apart. Not wanting to stop receiving his oral gratification, that trooper pulled himself onto one of the tables and sat with his legs spread. He motioned for Kelly to continue.

She obeyed. Taking advantage of an opportunity, the trooper behind her pulled her thong down and off. Two fingers were driven into her sex. He didn't need to rub long, as wetness spilled over his hand and her soft mound.

Kelly panted against the trooper in her mouth and ground her hips against the one who was fingering her.

She could feel the blood rushing to all the right places, swelling her insides. Withdrawing his fingers, he rubbed his sizable cock against her sensitive spot.

The sheer pleasure of that first thrust was almost overwhelming. She tightened her muscles and shifted her legs as he plunged deeper into her. Her moans and groans reverberated against the hard member in her mouth and made that trooper tightly fist his hands in her hair. Both men were grunting with pleasure, as looks of ecstasy had replaced their evil grins.

They were on the very edge of climax when the door to the library opened. There in the doorway stood Lord Vader, feet spread apart, arms dangling at either side. Vader's massive hands were opening and closing into fists.

Pure rage emanated from him. His breathing seemed louder than normal. Slow and deliberate. From the way the troopers scrambled to get their gear and weapons, one only had to guess what the consequences could be.

For a reason only known to Vader, he let the troopers escape unscathed, leaving Kelly alone with the Sith Lord.

Realizing she was exposed to him, she covered breasts with her hands.

Her face flushed as she felt his eyes caressing her body.

Suddenly, he leapt across the room and grabbed Kelly by the throat.

Pushing her up against a bookcase, he pressed his armored body hard against her soft flesh. His grip was tight but not choking as he held her firmly in his grasp.

"Enjoying the attention of those troopers, were you?" he growled at her.

In her mind, she could see his face contorted by anger. She tried to speak but words escaped her. Kelly tried to avert her eyes from his mask, but he roughly lifted her face to his.

"Let us see if you will enjoy that same attention from me, my little Earth girl!" Vader evilly intoned.

Still holding Kelly by the throat, Vader used his free hand to fondle her full breasts. Squeezing a peaked nipple between his gloved fingers, he pressed himself even harder against her naked body.

Using his foot, Vader pushed Kelly's legs apart. With his knee, he massaged the softness between her legs. The feel of leather against her wetness only heightened her arousal.

"Are you enjoying this, my little Earth girl?" he asked in an amused tone.

"Ye...yes, oh yes!" Kelly gasped, trying to speak against his grip around her neck.

"Yes, Master", Vader growled at her. "You will show respect when you answer me! Now, try again."

"Yes...., Master," she managed to squeak out.

Without any prelude, Vader reached down and plunged two fingers into her sex. Kelly began to move against him as he thrust in and out of her.

"I will take you whenever it pleases me, Earth girl. Your wings have been clipped. There will be no more outings for you." Vader informed her.

Groaning and squirming against his assault, she raised her hands. Grabbing his massive arms, she tried to push them away. This only fueled his passion more.

"Ah, I have you now, little one!" he roared.

He quickly withdrew his fingers and pulled at his codpiece. Just then, a signal sounded from his comlink.

"What is it?!" he snapped.

"My Lord, Commander Tarkin requests you bring the princess to the bridge at once," Admiral Motti's voice announced.

"Tell the Commander I have other pressing matters to tend to", Vader said, tossing his codpiece aside.

"I am sorry My Lord, but the Commander insists that it be now. We are in range of the planet Alderaan", Motti retorted sarcastically.

Lord Vader was silent for a few seconds while he let this information register. Realizing there would be no way out of this, Vader cut off his contact with Motti. Cupping Kelly's face with his hand, he brought his mask level with her eyes.

"Not to worry, my little Earth girl, I am not finished with you, yet", and with that, Vader released his grip. Kelly dropped to floor in a crumbled heap.

Vader replaced his codpiece and with a flick of his cape, marched toward his duty.

Kelly gathered her clothes and dressed quickly. Disoriented and shaken, she made her way back to the confinement of her quarters. Standing in the middle of the room, she let out a slew of expletives.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Well, I'm sure as hell not going to be doing any of that! God damnit I can't even fornicate here in this hell hole!"

Pouncing onto her bed, she resolved to use self love to finish what the men had started.

In place of the stormtroopers, an officer was assigned to watch over her. His name was Lieutenant Jin-Roh. He was a very tall man with warm brown eyes and hair to match.

Vader must have scared the shit out of him, as in the beginning he dared not go near her, let alone look her way. He was handsome; formal and appropriate. Kelly figured this assignment would afford him a higher ranking position one day.

Mireille still brought Kelly’s meals each day. He must have heard something went wrong in the library, as he seemed gentler and more soft spoken. No doubt, rumors about what had transpired were traveling throughout the ranks.

Kelly wondered if Vader would be back to make good on his threat. She hated that she desired it but she hoped Heavy Breather would come to her, offering the release she craved. Though he never did, her nightly ‘encounters’ brought her to new heights of pleasure until she lay limp in her bed, sweaty and satisfied.

Tensions mounted on the Death Star.

Mireille had brought news about the destruction of the planet Alderaan. On Tarkin’s command the Death Star’s deadly laser had obliterated it. Vader was a witness to the atrocity of the princess’s home planet.

The Empire regarded the rebels as vile enemies of the Galactic Order. A renegade few that needed to be wiped out.

Certainly the Empire wasn’t all that bad to me, Kelly mused. After all, she could have been executed immediately after she'd arrived. Instead she was given a private room and food to eat, and save for that one incident, she'd felt relatively safe.

A few days later, while Kelly was enjoying her dinner, Jin-Roh received a signal on his comlink. Kelly couldn't hear what was being said, but it had him in quite a nervous state.

"A rebel ship has been captured; we fear its occupants may have slipped unnoticed onto the Death Star." Jin-Roh said, approaching Kelly, "I've been instructed to move you to a cell, for your own safety of course."

Anger boiled up inside Kelly. It was bad enough that she was cooped up in this room, but now she was being moved back to a prison cell? And for god knew how long. Before she could voice her protest, Jin-Roh firmly took hold of her arm and led her out of the room.

There was a commotion in the corridors. Stormtroopers roamed about, canvassing every part of the ship. Everyone was on alert. Uniformed personnel urgently went about their missions.

Moving quickly, Jin-Roh led Kelly to the security level. It was in the same area she had been placed in when she'd first arrived. Once there, she was escorted into a waiting cell.

Before turning to leave, Jin-Roh told her; "Lord Vader will come for you personally when he feels it is safe for you to return to your room." And with that the cell door was slammed shut.

Shooting. Shouting. All hell seemed to be breaking loose outside Kelly’s cell. Blaster fire pelted her door. She could see sparks flying from it. A loud blast shook the room and the door flew open. She saw laser fire darting back and forth. More shouting, closer this time, until it was right outside. A woman’s voice! An animal howl. More yelling.

Then,....silence.

Apprehensive, Kelly crouched down in a corner of the cell, unable to move. Was that an animal's cry?

‘Shit, what the hell is going on?’ she asked herself.

Minutes passed. Curiosity finally overriding her fear, she crawled toward the doorway. Hearing no sounds, she stood and stepped out of the cell.

Coming at her were two stormtroopers, with a woman and a tall..... Bigfoot. Yes, that’s what it was alright, a big, hairy fucking Bigfoot.

“What the fuck is this shit now?” she asked to no one in particular, her eyes widening.

“Another prisoner?” the taller stormtrooper asked, casting a sideways glance to the woman at his side. Kelly took note of him. Tall, dark and handsome. Her eyes shifted to the young woman.

‘That must be the princess.’ Kelly surmised.

She wore a long white dress, and her hair was made into two buns on each side of her head.

‘Jesus Christ, they look like cinnamon buns.’ Kelly smirked to herself.

“Look sister, you gonna stand there and wait for them to lock you back up, or are you gonna high-tail it outta here with us?” the tall one asked.

Once again, before she could voice a protest, she was being shuffled along the way.

“Look, I’m not really a prisoner. Lord Vader thought it would be a lot safer for me if I stayed in the cell.” Kelly informed them.

“Yeah, I can see you’re real safe,” the other stormtrooper responded with a grin. She noted that he too was quite handsome, with his blue eyes and blond hair.

“Lord Vader? You had better come with us; we’re getting off of this ship. I hope.” the princess said nodding her head toward the tall trooper, a look of disgust on her pretty face.

Moving along noiselessly, they found they were directly above the hanger bay. Docked there was a crescent shaped ship; carefully guarded by stormtroopers.

Kelly was finding it hard to keep her eyes off the Bigfoot. Even though she was several meters away, she could smell it, and it wasn’t pleasant.

“You came in that?” the princess asked looking at the tall one, “You’re braver that I thought.”

Staying out of the troopers view, they made their way to the lower level. Suddenly, the troopers left their posts and moved across the hanger.

Kelly heard someone say it was time to go. The others ran for the ship. Not wanting to follow, Kelly hung back.

‘I don’t want to leave my master.’ she thought to herself. Immediately she chided herself for even thinking of him as her master. Deciding to take a look, she followed the blonde trooper out from the shadows.

As they neared the ship, she heard him call; “Ben?”

The blonde trooper had stopped and was looking toward the hanger door. Stopping too, Kelly looked to see what had caught his attention. There, on the far side of the hanger, she saw her master, dueling with an older man cloaked in black. Kelly’s heart raced at the sight of Vader. So powerful. She could feel his essence penetrating her.

The old man, recognizing the trooper, lowered his weapon. Lord Vader raised his arms and, with adept stealth, descended his blade on his opponent.

“Noooooooo!” the blonde trooper screamed.

Stormtroopers, who had been watching the attack, opened fire. Instinctively, the blonde trooper raised his blaster and took aim.

Lord Vader looked away from where his opponent had once stood. Catching sight of his earth girl, he started to march toward her but before he could reach her, blaster fire hit the control on the hanger door closing it shut.

Kelly caught one last glimpse of her master as the doors obstructed her view.

The taller trooper came back down the ramp and yelled; “Luke, come on!”

Shoving her onto the ship, the one called Luke hit the door panel and the ramp pulled up behind them.

“Wait, I don’t want to leave...... my master!” Kelly wailed.

“I’d say you don’t have any choice now! I just hope that old man got the shields down.” replied the tall one.

Panicked, she never even noticed that Bigfoot was the helm.

Engines roared and Kelly was pushed into a seat as the ship shot into space.

REBELLION CELEBRATION:

The vast hall was elegantly decorated. Banners swayed from the rafters and native flowers framed the entrance to the throne room. On either side of the great hall, buffet tables lined the walls.

Kelly, dressed in a pastel green gown with shimmering appliqués sewn across the bodice, stood out against the throng of troops. Besides Leia, she was the only female in attendance.

Though she was surrounded by people, Kelly felt completely alone. She'd been taken from her home, and then from the Death Star and she felt lost. The guests milled about, laughing and drinking, oblivious to her, while the sounds of music drifted through the air.

She downed her drink, a blue liquid that was called Correllian Whiskey. By the way it was beginning to have an effect on her, Kelly could tell that this was not like the whiskey back home.

"So, are you enjoying yourself?" a voice asked from behind her.

Turning around, she came face to face with Luke.

"I will, as soon as a have a few more of these," she said placing the empty glass down and grabbing another.

"Would some fresh air will rouse your mood?" he asked, a boyish grin spreading across his face.

"Alright, but I'm taking this with me." Kelly replied, holding up her glass.

She took his arm and they made their way out of the old temple. A light breeze was blowing and the fresh air felt like heaven. Kelly took a deep breath and raised her eyes to the night sky. Luke, sensing her melancholy spirit, placed a hand on her cheek.

“You’ve been through alot these past couple of days.” he said quietly.

“Yes,” she replied meeting his gaze, “I don’t feel much like celebrating, it doesn’t feel......right”

“Don’t you see? Destroying the Death Star brings us that much closer to victory.”

“Victory for whom? What about all those men who died?, Thousands of them!” Kelly retorted.

“And what of Alderaan?” Luke asked, his tone also rising, “Millions of innocents died at the hands of the Empire there!”

“I’m not condoning what they did, it was wrong; But two wrongs don’t make a right. Oh, hell, I ‘m not going to pretend I understand anything about your war,” she replied exasperated.

“ I’m sorry; I don’t want to upset you. Tell me how to help you.” Luke said, cupping her face with his hands.

“I.....I don’t know. I’m not sure what I want anymore.”

Luke drew her face close to him. She could feel his hot breath upon her cheek. His parted lips pressed against Kelly’s, gently at first and then more insistently as his tongue probed her mouth. She responded to his urgency, opening her mouth to his will and meeting his passionate kisses with a fervor of her own.

They were interrupted by Leia, “Excuse me.....Luke, but General Dodonna would like a word with you.”

Winking at Kelly, Luke said, “If you’ll please excuse me, Kelly, I must go. I will catch up with you later.”

As Luke took his leave, Leia shot Kelly a severe look, her eyes showing hatred and jealousy.

Not willing to go back the party, Kelly wandered toward the hanger area. She knew Bigfoot was working on the Falcon and with a few drinks in her, she felt brave enough to finally go check this creature out.

Approaching the Falcon, she noticed that Chewie was not alone.

“Son of a Bantha! Chewie get that scanner for me will ya?” Han barked. He was lying on his back upon a slanted plank trying to fix God knows what.

A smile formed on Kelly’s lips as she took in the site of Han and Bigfoot trying to fix that shitbox of a ship.

Pulling himself out from under his craft, Han growled, “Where is that scanner I asked for?!”

Seeing Kelly, his eyebrows rose in surprise.

“Oh, hello Earth girl. Come to join us scoundrels?” he said, getting up.

“Doesn’t sound like a bad idea, seeing that my fun was interrupted at the party,” Kelly replied dryly.

Bigfoot brought Han the scanner. Han nodded his thanks and then he motioned for Kelly to join him aboard the ship. Han turned on the device, indicating that Kelly should follow along as he did a walk through. They ended the tour in the cargo hold.

“Not detecting any problems here,” he said shutting down the device. “Green looks good on you, Earth girl,” Han observed.

“So, whadda say....can you see yourself with a scoundrel?” he asked, sauntering over to her.

Han had one hand on his hip and he leaned the other against the wall over her head. From his smile, Kelly could tell exactly what was on his mind.

“Why Captain Solo, do you want to fuck me?” Kelly asked archly, taking the bold approach.

‘No use beating around the bush. My luck seems to suck lately,’ she thought to herself.

“Now, that is a dangerous question, but I think you already know what my answer is.”

Han wasted no time. Leaning in close he hungrily kissed Kelly, moving his mouth down her neck and over her breast, licking and nipping at her soft flesh. Lifting her gown, he groped her thighs, letting his hands come to rest on her firm buttocks. While squeezing them, he thrust his hips forward allowing her to feel his swollen member between her legs.

Kelly ran her hands through his hair, returning his kisses and softly groaning in his ear.

“You don’t know how much I need this.....release,” she whispered, “ I want you inside of me, please.”

“ And I want to be inside you babe, lets see if your ready ,” he said between urgent kisses.

Han moved his fingers over her panties and pulled them off. He slowly rubbed her soft folds until he came to her wet spot. Letting out a soft sigh, he slid two fingers inside her. In a steady circular motion he massaged her slick heat. Kelly closed her legs together and squeezed her muscles against him, grinding her hips to the rhythm of his movements.

Just as she was about to peak, he withdrew his hand, and swiftly replaced it with his thick, hard shaft. Kelly thought for sure her heart would stop at the sheer pleasure of him entering her. He plunged in and out of her in frenzied desire, while her hands clutched at his shoulders and back.

She was on the brink of orgasm once again, when the cargo bay shook violently.

Something had exploded above them and debris began spilling from overhead compartments. Something solid, and quite heavy, hit Han on the side of his head, knocking him to the floor.

Kelly immediately dropped to her knees to check on him. He was conscience, but dazed. Blood oozed from a gash on the left side of his face.

“What the......,” Han murmured, trying to get up. A maneuver he found impossible, due to the dizziness that had set in.

“Fuck!” Kelly exclaimed, using Han’s discarded jacket to apply pressure to the wound.

Hearing Bigfoot approaching, she quickly zipped up Han’s trousers. As soon as he entered the cargo hold, Chewie growled out an explanation only Han could understand.

“Damn it, Chewie! It’ll take even longer to fix that hyperdrive now!” Han exploded.

Chewie lifted Han to his feet, and then both pilots headed to the infirmary.

Kelly stormed back to her room. Once again, fate had fucked her over and good this time. Twice she had been so close to intimacy and each time her pleasure had been interrupted by events beyond her control.

Frustrated and angry, self love once again proved to be the only release within her means.

Sleep did not come easily that night. When she finally did drift into the black abyss, strange images plagued her. She was in her father’s house, wandering through the rooms, calling for him. Then the dream changed, and she found herself floating above the Earth, moving father and father away until it was just a speck of light in the distance. Again, the dream changed, this time she was pinned helplessly against the bed, muscular arms and leather clad hands holding her down. Kelly’s naked body lay trapped beneath him. Her legs tightly wrapped themselves around his waist as she instinctively thrust her pubis forward to entice Vader.

As if in answer, he lifted himself off of her and slid his erect cock fully inside her. Flesh slapped against leather as their bodies rocked in perfect harmony. Nothing could stop his incursion now. Kelly groaned in pure ecstasy, as the orgasm shook through her. Vader howled as his hot seed flooded into her.

“This is only the beginning; I will find you, my Earth girl,” Vader said in his deep baritone voice, and then the apparition was gone.

HOTH SYSTEM:

Now that the Empire knew the Rebels were on Yavin, a new military base had to be found. A snow covered planet, mostly devoid of life, seemed a fitting place to house the Rebel Alliance. It was called Hoth.

Ever since their interrupted love making session, Han had made a point of avoiding Kelly. He seemed embarrassed and avoided looking into her eyes whenever they ran into each other.

Luke, on the other hand, made a habit of seeking her out. He would spend any free time he could spare getting to know her better, much to the vexation of Princess Leia.

Leia's duty as a senator, however, kept her well occupied and out of the way.

It didn’t take long for Kelly to make friends. One of those friends was Tika, a rogue pilot and former cohort of Han Solo's. At one time a dancer at Jabba’s Place, Tika had escaped with the help of Boba Fett, a bounty hunter, for whom she worked for until she'd paid him back the price of her freedom. Working with Han, she'd helped create many diversions to keep the Imperial Navy from capturing the smuggling pirate. Tika, having a bounty on her own head courtesy of the Empire, joined the Rebellion, lending her services as pilot.

It was Tika who took Kelly under her wing, giving her a job and showing her the ropes. She was very patient and understanding of the fact that this Earth girl had no knowledge of their technology or lifestyle.

One afternoon, Tika wandered the cargo bay and bumped into Han.

"Hey sexy, whathca doin?"

Han turned to see his old girlfriend in a pilot's uniform. "You know, I never expected to see you on this iceberg, let alone joined in the Rebellion," he replied with an impish grin.

Throwing her arms around him she planted a big kiss on his lips. Han reached down and fondled her behind through the flight suit.

"Doesn't do a thing for your figure dear," he snorted as he led her past the ships that were docked.

As they turned down the corridor, she pushed him into an open storage room and closed the door behind her; Funny how they always seemed to wind up fucking whenever their paths crossed.

"I’ve been dying to get reacquainted," she said in a low, deep voice as she started to unzip her uniform.

Han eagerly threw off his shirt and helped her out of the suit. He held her close as he nuzzled against her neck and planted wet kisses on her throat. Fumbling with his belt, she finally got it off and tossed it aside as she undid his pants and slid them down. Grabbing her by the hips, he turned her to face a shelf and kissed along her back as he pushed two fingers into her already wet core.

Gasping she wiggled her behind at him and said, "Bring it on, baby!"

Han smirked and with one powerful thrust, sheathed himself to the hilt. Gasping, grunting and grinding against him, she met each stroke with one of her own. His breath came in short gasps as the sweat rolled down their naked bodies. Han gripped her tightly, something that she adored; She knew he was leaving bruises that would last for days. They rode each other until she was just on the brink. Then the door flew open.

A shocked Leia took in the sight before her and snorted. Tika looked back at her, smirked, and moved over, slamming the door in her face. Han looked stunned as she slid back over to him.

"Now where were we," she said as she guided Han's hardness back inside her.

"Oh, yeah. That's it," Tika moaned as Han, now oblivious to the interruption, pounded wildly into her.

Tika growled as she arched her back and felt Han swell inside her. They came with such force, that it seemed everything in the room would fall off the shelves. Fortunately for Han, nothing did.

Their screams and grunts must have been heard over the entire base. As they panted, trying to regain their composure, Tika gathered up her uniform and slid back into it as Han zipped her up.

"A pleasure as always, " he smirked, kissing her once again.

"The pleasure was all mine, Captain," she replied as she squeezed his behind.

Opening the door, Tika and Han went separate ways. Each of them had a large grin on their faces. Han passed Leia in the hallway and she gave him a nasty look.

"What?" he said as he put on his best innocent expression.

Luke was missing. He had gone on surveillance and never returned. Eventually, Han decided to go after him. Kelly and Tika were both worried. They stayed awake all night awaiting news, but there was none. Finally, at dawn a search and rescue crew canvassed the area. Tika, not one to sit back any longer and wait, set off in her own skiff to search for Han and Luke.

After what seemed and eternity, word came that they had been found. Luke was brought to the infirmary and treated for hypothermia. Kelly watched at they placed him in the bacta tank. Soon, Luke had regained consciousness and was resting in a medbed.

“You scared the living shit out of me, thought you were gonna be a permanent popsicle!” She scolded.

“Sorry, it wasn’t intentional....I lost my sense of direction,” Luke defended himself, a look of guilt flitting across his face.

Kelly smiled, “Well, you’re forgiven, this time.”

“I need some warming up. Why don’t we see if your kisses can raise my core temperature?” He asked, pulling her to him.

In a flurry of haste, their clothing was discarded. In next to no time, Kelly was straddling Luke on the medbed. Running her hands over his bare chest, she rubbed her mound over his rising hardness. Moving her hips in a swirling rhythm, she spread her wetness over the rod between his legs. Grabbing her hips, he lifted her up and impaled her. Kelly bent down and smothered him with deep kisses.

Wrapping his arms around her, he flipped her onto her back so that she lay beneath him. Taking her hands, he placed them over her head. Kelly spread her legs farther apart and wrapped them around his waist. His thrusts grew urgent and more powerful. She felt his manhood enter her deeper with each push, until she felt he couldn’t possible delve inside her any further. Her body ached for him. Luke lifted himself up, leaning on the palms of his hands, so that his eyes could meet Kelly’s.

She caught her breath, for at that moment she felt a strong sense of deja’ vu. Only she didn’t know why Luke would be familiar to her. This was their first time making love.

“You belong to me." He said through clenched teeth.

“Luke!” The door was pushed open violently, and Leia ran into the room. The look of utter astonishment on her face was priceless, “I suggest you get ready, we’re preparing for a surface attack. Star Destroyers have been sighted.”

Kelly could feel Luke becoming soft inside her, it had started the moment Leia had entered.

With a look of irritation on his face, Luke lifted himself up off the bed and wrapped a blanket around his waist. He left the room to gather his flight gear.

Still in the medbed, Kelly drew the sheet over her. Leia, seemingly not finished with Kelly yet, marched across the room.

“I see our resident whore has been quite busy lately. You slut! I guess we're all aware by now, that fucking is the only thing you know how to do!” Raising her hand high she slapped Kelly across the face.

Fury swelled inside Kelly. Unable to stop herself , her hand reached for the nearest weapon, a scalpel. Without warning, she flicked the scalpel down Leia’s face, making a slit from her right eye to her cheek. Leia screamed in agony, bringing her hands to her face. Kelly threw the cursed object to the floor and clutching the sheet around her, fled the room.

In the quarters she shared with Tika, Kelly raced to get dressed as if the devil himself were after her. Her heart pounded in her chest.

‘What have I done? Attacking the princess; what the fuck was I thinking?’ Her mind raced. Thoughts of being arrested, or of being executed for her attack on Leia, crept into her head.

She was sure they would come for her any minute. No one did. She had forgotten that the Imperial Navy was on their way. The Rebels were preparing for a surface attack.

Where the hell was Tika?

Thinking her friend may be in the hanger, she headed straight there, taking a different route away from the infirmary.

Rebel fighters were readying for flight. Luke was among them, watching R2D2 being loaded onto the back of his fighter. When Luke saw Kelly he ran up to her. Tears of regret welled in her eyes. She wanted to tell him of what she'd done, but time wouldn’t allow it.

Wiping her tears away he said, “Don’t cry, I promise I won’t get lost this time. We will resume our little ‘session’ when I return.” He brushed his lips softly against hers and quickly boarded his ship.

Kelly searched the hanger bay for Tika, but to no avail. She set off to find General Dodonna to see if he had heard from her.

On her way to the control room, explosions rocked the underground caverns. Walls caved in, and fires erupted. Upon reaching her destination, she spied Leia across the room. Leia was leaning over and studying the radar. She looked up abruptly and met Kelly’s gaze. Her face was stitched, and sterile butterfly strips covered most of the wound.

General Dodonna gave the word for evacuation. Immediately, the ground crew left their stations and made their way to the hanger bay to board shuttles. Kelly hung back, fully intending to speak with Leia. Suddenly, part of the ceiling collapsed, and falling debris blocked her way to the exit. Lifting her head, she spotted Han grab Leia by the arm and pull her out into the corridor.

“Wait for me! Help! I’m still here!” Kelly screamed, but her words were lost in the loudness of the attack.

Crawling on her stomach, she managed to make her way to the exit. Half frozen, she dashed in the direction of Han’s ship.

'Oh, God don’t leave me here!’

Rounding the corner, she arrived just in time to see the Falcon lift off and shoot out of sight.

Fear gripped her as she realized she had been left behind. Hoping someone would still be in the hanger bay, she turned to make her way back to it. She didn‘t get very far.

There, standing before her, was Lord Vader, flanked by snow troopers.

"Take this Rebel to my shuttle." Lord Vader ordered two snow troopers.

With a trooper on each arm, Kelly was practically dragged along the icy path. Her days with the Rebel Alliance over, she was on her way back into the arms of the Empire. Fear should have seized her, but she felt only relief and a tinge of excitement.

Her hands cuffed, Kelly was strapped into a seat. A few moments later Vader entered the shuttle. He paused, his helmet tilted to one side, silently regarding her. With a flick of his cape, he turned on his heel and settled into a seat across from her.

Guilty thoughts plagued her. Kelly wondered what wrath she’d incurred for leaving with the Rebels, as she kept her eyes lowered, unwilling to meet Vader’s glare.

EXECUTOR:

Seated at a long table in what appeared to be the dining chamber, Vader paced back and forth behind Kelly. She squirmed in her seat as a combination of trepidation and lust swirled through her psyche. It was just the two of them here, and Lord Vader had yet to utter one word. The steady rhythm of his mechanical breathing and the click of his boots as he walked, were the only sounds in the room.

“You will tell me everything you know,” Vader said, breaking his silence, “If you try to hide the truth from me, I will be forced to use more....inventive ways of getting the information I want.”

Stopping behind her, he fisted his hand through her hair, pulling Kelly out of her seat.

“Maybe, my little Earth girl, you want me to exert my full authority over you?” he asked with a low growl.

“Take your best shot! Nothing you do will make me give up what I know.” Kelly replied, a smirk lightening her face.

“As you wish, my Earth girl,” he replied, his voice wicked and yet alluring.

Vader threw Kelly face down onto the dining table. Her face pressed onto the smooth surface. She felt her excitement rising as Vader’s massive hand held her down. Squirming against his grip, she found it impossible to move. He removed his codpiece and slammed it onto the table beside Kelly’s head. Turning her head, she smiled and licked her lips as the realization of her punishment made her tremble.

Tearing at her pants, he yanked them off, exposing her firm buttocks. Slipping gloved fingers into her mound, he massaged her wet folds, sliding in and out of her.

“Tell me what I want to know!” he growled, his mask so close to her face that she swore she felt hot breath emanating from it.

“No, I...won’t!” Kelly moaned, her breath coming in short gasps. Her fingers clawed the table as she tried lifting herself to meet his touch.

“Then you shall be punished for your insubordination!”

Removing his fingers, he replaced them with his thick large member. Kelly gasped loudly as she felt him fill her to the limit. Vader grabbed her by the hips and pounded wildly into her. Feeling her much needed sweet release was close at hand, she groaned loudly as her wetness spilled down her thighs. Crying out as she felt the waves of pleasure wash over her, she panted hard and met each thrust with eagerness as her muscles began to clench around him.

“How does it feel?” Vader asked, grunting with each thrust.

“Like heaven! Oh, God, please don’t stop,” she pleaded.

Lifting herself up, she brought her fingers to her sweet spot and rubbed vigorously. Her heart pounding, she threw her upper body back against Vader’s chest as her body shuddered with delicious passion. Pulling himself out of her, he lifted her up and threw her full onto the table.

Climbing onto the table himself, he covered her body with his. Pinning her arms over her head, Vader thrust his throbbing wet cock back into her core.

Kelly wrapped her legs around his waist and rotated her hips with each of his powerful thrusts. This enticed Vader. He picked up his pace, thrusting into her with new found vigor. Violently, his body shook as he felt his own desire reaching a fevered peak. Arching his back, he let out an animalistic growl as he exploded deep inside her.

Spent, Vader tried to regulate his breathing by pressing one of the buttons on his chest box, increasing his oxygen.

Even though his weight was crushing her, Kelly dared not say a word. Except for her panting, she lay silent beneath him.

Without warning, the table collapsed and Kelly and Vader landed on the floor with a thud.

Dumbfounded, they lay amid the broken wood. Unable to contain herself any longer, Kelly burst into uncontrollable laughter.

EXECUTOR:

Lord Vader paced the bridge of the Executor. The Millennium Falcon was being pursued by several of his Star Destroyers. Vader ordered the fleet to enter the approaching asteroid field, despite Admiral Piett’s objections.

After ending a transmission with Captain Needa, Vader turned to see Admiral Piett approaching.

"Lord Vader," Piett called.

"Yes Admiral, what is it?" Vader replied.

"The Emperor commands you to make contact with him."

Vader ordered Piett to move the ship out of the asteroid field and then made his way to his private quarters.

***

Kelly looked over the assortment of clothes. For some reason, the only uniforms he issued were the smallest size available. Selecting a white shirt and beige pants she dressed hastily.

If Vader found her wandering around unescorted, he might have to punish her for her insubordination. Slipping out of her room she started daydreaming about the things the Sith Lord might do to her. Entranced by her thoughts she did not see him approaching.

"Where are you going?!" Vader snarled.

The sound of his voice snapped Kelly out of her reverie.

"I was just...," Kelly sputtered, not able to finish her answer.

Vader grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into a side corridor. Throwing her up against the wall, he covered her with his flowing cape.

Clawing at her pants, he managed to get them off. Unfastening his codpiece, he let it fall to the floor with a thud.

Lifting her up, he mounted Kelly onto his awaiting hardness. Kelly instinctively wrapped her legs around Vader’s waist and threw her arms around his neck. Vader wasted no time, as he thrust into her with wild abandon, pounding her flesh unmercifully.

"You have disobeyed me again," he admonished her. "Now, I must show you the error of your ways."

"Everyone’s looking! They can see us!" she cried, noticing the looks of astonishment on passersby’s faces.

"I will take you whenever and wherever it pleases me, never forget that!" Vader replied between heated thrusts, his breath coming in short gasps as he gripped her harder.

Kelly clung to Vader, moaning and pushing her hips forward to meet his advances. Pulling his shaft completely out of her he rubbed the head of his cock against her throbbing spot. Her body shaking, Kelly peaked as her cum gushed over Vader’s member.

Growling as he slid into her again, Vader filled her aching emptiness with his hard member, over and over. Relentless in his passion, he leaned back slightly so he could see himself slide in and out of her.

As he felt himself coming to the edge, he increased his pace and circled his hips with each powerful thrust.

"Now it is my turn, Earth girl," the Sith Lord groaned loudly as he swelled inside her and released his seed.

Pulling away from her, he secured his codpiece and sauntered away, leaving Kelly in a jumble on the floor.

MEDITATION CHAMBER:

Lord Vader stepped down from the holopad. A frown furrowed his brow. The Emperor knew of his son, Luke Skywalker. Vader knew it was only a matter of time before his Master learned the identity of the Rebel responsible for the destruction of the Death Star.

Vader had already sent out agents his own, learning of his son's existence some time ago. Keeping this information a secret had been no easy task. The Emperor’s powers in the Force were far greater than Darth Vader's.

Now, once again, Vader found it necessary to mask his emotions for Kelly from Palpatine. Knowing what he had to do, he pressed his comlink and ordered Piett to bring Kelly to his chambers.

***

Kelly had just cleaned up and changed, when the door to her room slid open and Admiral Piett entered.

"I have been instructed by Lord Vader to bring you to his private quarters," he informed her as he gave her a smirk.

"I’m way to friggin’ tired to go anywhere. Tell him my back hurts, I’ll go later," she shot back.

"You will go now," Piett said in an even tone, his expression one of determination.

Realizing there was no way out, she let him lead the way.

Entering Vader’s quarters, Kelly noticed the Sith Lord standing in the darkened room.

"Come here," he commanded, his thumbs hooked in his belt.

"On your knees," he commanded again when Kelly approached him.

Dutifully, she obeyed. Even though her back was sore from their most recent escapade, she didn’t protest and knelt before him. She lifted her eyes to meet his mask.

"Can you remove your suit?" she asked, not sure if he would be offended by the question.

Surprised by her inquiry, he replied, "I can remove...some of it outside the chamber."

"Will you remove it for me? I want to see you," she queried with pleading eyes.

Vader considered this. For his plan to work, he needed to be sure Kelly would yeild to his commands without question. He'd have to gain her trust; make her ache for him, enlighten her to how erotic the Dark Side could be.

Without a word, Vader turned and climbed the few steps to his chamber. Seated in the massive chair, he proceeded to remove the armor from his shins. Sliding off one boot at a time, Kelly’s eyes widened when she saw his silver and gold feet. She wondered just how much of him was flesh and how much was artificial. Standing, he removed the codpiece from his waist, and slipped his leather trousers off.

Kelly gazed at the man before her. His lower body was pale, but extremely muscular. A few scars marked his sturdy thighs. Just above the knee, Kelly noted, his cybernetic legs began.

Kelly lifted her eyes to his groin, where his erection awaited her attention. Kneeling before him once again, she cupped her hand over his shaft and took him full into her mouth. She led her tongue up and down his length, pursing her lips at the top of his head to lick at the clear drops from his excitement.

Vader groaned as he ran his fingers through her hair and pulled her closer. Kelly let her hands roam over Vader’s legs, digging her nails into this firm and muscular thighs.

"You will earn more privileges this way my Earth girl," he moaned, as he fisted his hands in her hair.

Kelly gave him her most seductive look as she pursed her lips and ran them over the tip of his member.

Moving her tongue down, she licked the sensitive spot between his sack and member as she reveled in his musky scent. Her mouth open wide, she engulfed his entire sack in her mouth. Sucking him gently, her hands moved to his backside. As she increased her suction, she deftley slid one finger to play with his behind.

Vader gasped as his body reacted to the pleasures he had long been without. The combined feeling of her mouth on him and her fingers massaging his tight hole, made him crazy with passion. The vision of this creature, willingly pleasuring him, made his head swim.

"You don’t know how long,....I’ve craved...this," he said breathlessly as tears filled the back of his eyes, grateful for the concealment the breath mask offered.

Moving her lips over his groin area she planted little kisses all over him. Crawling behind him, Kelly flung the cape aside and grabbed his firm butt, licking and nipping him nonstop.

On the verge of release, Vader spun around and thrust his cock into her mouth.

"Finish me," he commanded in a gruff and lustful voice.

Kelly felt him stiffen and she fisted his member vigorously. Coming quickly, she swallowed his hot salty seed as it squirted down her throat.

When it was over and Vader had replaced his armor, he took her face into her hands and said, "That was a good start," he paused to stroke her hair, "I will show you more, but I must have your complete loyalty first."

EXECUTOR: KELLY’S ROOM

Kelly awoke and stretched across the bed. Her back was healing nicely, the soreness barely noticeable. A smile on her lips, she recalled the last several days. She had never felt so....secure, not on Hoth, hell, not even on Earth.

There were no luxuries on that iceberg of a planet Hoth, just work. Here, on Vader’s ship, she was looked after quite well. She wasn’t required to do anything but be willing and able when he called.

In most every way, Vader was exactly the type of man Kelly always fell for. The possessive, controlling, sexually aggressive and tortured soul kind of man. She’d been on the run from one, only to land at the feet of another. This time, however, there would be no escaping him. If he could find her on some icy dead planet on the outer rim, then he could find her anywhere.

The comlink in her room sounded with Piett’s voice telling her to meet Lord Vader on the bridge.

EXECUTOR BRIDGE:

Vader looked over the motley crew of bounty hunters, an assemblage of the galaxy’s most notorious scum. Only the most heartless and greedy had been summoned by the Sith Lord. This bounty was far too important for your regular, run of the mill hunter. He needed one with cunning and ruthlessness.

Arriving on the bridge just as Vader finished his inspection, Kelly’s sense of smell was assaulted.

'Holy shit, this smell is ten times worse than that of fuckin' Bigfoot's,' she thought, cupping her hands over her mouth and nose.

She went to take her place at Lord Vader's side when she stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes wide with astonishment, she let out a small gasp. Vader, hearing her, turned in her direction.

"What is it?" he asked, intrigued by her sudden outburst.

Kelly stared, floored by the sight of her friend. Dressed in a beige jumpsuit covered by chest armor with a blaster at her side, Tika was a sight to behold amongst the smelly battle damaged hunters. Tika immediately shot Kelly the most severe look she could muster without anyone noticing.

Thinking quickly, Kelly lit into an uncontrollable coughing fit, hacking and choking.

Pounding at her chest, she managed to squeak out an explanation, "Sorry, I, er, swallowed something the wrong way, if you know what I mean," a sly look crossing her face.

‘That should satisfy him, for now.’

Kelly breathed a sigh of relief when Vader turned his attention away from her.

Head swimming and heart pounding, Kelly tried to avoid looking in Tika’s direction.

Vader’s offer to the bounty hunters was made. As soon as Kelly heard ‘Millennium Falcon’, her ears pricked up.

Vader was pleased, soon he would have the Rebels in custody. All the pieces were falling into place.

***

Once again, Kelly was seated at the dining table, a newer version of the broken one that had once been there. Vader stood at the head of the black rectangle, the tips of his fingers lightly pressed to its shiny surface.

It was getting damn near impossible for Kelly to control the laughter bubbling up inside as she remembered what happened the last time she was in this room. Covering her mouth was the only way she could restrain herself.

"I have received word from one of the bounty hunters that your Rebel friends are headed toward Bespin. Once we arrive, you will accompany me to Cloud City. I shall require your help. I’m sure you won’t fail me, will you?" he said, more as a statement than a question.

BESPIN: CLOUD CITY

Their shuttle docked on a circular landing pad. Vader emerged with Kelly not far behind. A very handsome man greeted them and introduced himself as Lando Calrissian.

"My Lord, everything is ready. We just received word that the Millennium Falcon’s ETA is about three standard hours. In the meantime, I hope you’ll take advantage of our hospitality. I am sure your young lady might enjoy some pampering?"

Taking Kelly’s hand, Lando planted a soft kiss on it. Vader stiffened and fisted his hands.

"I could use some new clothes. I lost everything I had. May I go awhile, that is, my Lord, if you don’t mind? I promise, I won‘t be long," Kelly pleaded, giving him her most seductive look as she ran her hands over his chest.

Vader was uneasy, but there were things he had to attend to and it would be best if Kelly didn’t know about them just yet. This would afford him the time needed and keep her happy enough to want to stay with him even if it meant he had to buy her affection.

"Very well, I will give you two hours. Get whatever you need, take advantage of the salons here, but do not be late. I will meet you in the dining chamber when you are done. I trust you‘ll be in safe hands with Calrissian."

The warning tone in Vader’s voice was enough to elicit a promise from Lando.

"She will be quite safe with me, my Lord," Lando bowed reassuringly.

Satisfied that there would be no indiscretions, Vader strode away from them followed by an entourage of stormtroopers and officers.

"Dining chamber again," Kelly sighed, a smirk on her face.

"Excuse me?" Lando queried, his eyebrows raised in question.

"Oh, it’s nothing. Now, you were going to show me some Cloud City hospitality?" Kelly smiled as she took Lando’s arm.

***

Two hours later, having spent her time buying new clothes and getting pampered at Cloud City Salon, Kelly entered the long dining chamber. Vader, already seated at the head of the table, was waiting for her.

"I trust you found everything you needed?" He asked in an unusually weary voice.

"Yes, I did. Thank you for letting me get them," Kelly answered, suddenly feeling very guilty.

Here she was, indulging herself, while Vader obviously had something troubling him to the point it caused exhaustion. She wondered if this had anything to do with Tika's presence aboard the Executor and the impending Rebels arrival.

As if reading her thoughts, Vader said, "The Rebels will be escorted here shortly. Once I have them in custody, it will only be a matter of time before Luke Skywalker attempts to rescue them. When he does arrive, you will lead him to me."

Kelly's heart lept at hearing Luke's name.

"I have to bring Luke to you, and, you want me to be here when they're brought in?" she asked incredulously.

"That is the plan. Lets just say this is a,....test of your loyalty to the Empire, and to me," Vader replied, putting emphasis on the last word.

No more was said as Vader stood. The doors to the dining chamber slid open. There in the doorway stood Han, Leia, Chewie and Calrissian. The looks of shear astonishment on all of their faces, priceless. Han’s jaw practically dropped to the floor. Leia, her scar still visible, shot Kelly a hate filled glare while Chewie let out an ear splitting howl.

In a flash, Han drew his blaster and fired two shots. Vader expertly blocked each one with his hands. Han’s weapon flew from his grip as the Sith Lord gracefully caught it.

Movement caught Kelly’s eye. She turned. From the shadows, Boba Fett and Tika emerged, their weapons ready.

Without warning, Chewie drew his weapon and fired at the bounty hunters. Vader grabbed Kelly and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her, he held her tight.

Instinctively, Tika returned fire, meaning to disable the Wookie, but instead her aim missed and hit Leia in the heart. Han shouted her name, but the princess was already dead before her body hit the floor.

CLOUD CITY: CARBON FREEZING CHAMBER

Deep in thought, Vader circled the freezing chamber. Several Ugnaughts, which to Kelly, looked like a cross between Oompa Loompa's and Leprechauns were busy tending to the various controls and functions of the chamber.

Lando, his arms crossed, tried desperately to hide his nervousness.

“What of the princess? You told me you were taking them alive.”

“A most unfortunate accident. Her demise will no doubt throw the Rebellion into a spin, and that, will be to our advantage. This may be just the thing that will bring Skywalker closer to the dark side.” He said matter of fact, a hint of amusement in his tone.

“If you put him in the freezing chamber, it may kill him. Then you will have more blood on your hands!” Lando shouted, his fear, replaced by anger.

“I do not want the Emperor’s prize damaged. We will test it first, on Captain Solo.”

“What will happen to Han, once he’s frozen?” Kelly asked, approaching Lord Vader.

“He will be turned over to the bounty hunters, and then, my dear, that is where you come in.” Kelly could swear Vader was smiling behind his mask.

Waving a gloved hand, Vader commanded, “Leave us!”

Kelly had an idea what was on the Sith Lord’s mind. It had been a few days since he had last taken her. Her need for him raw, Kelly’s heartbeat quickened and her panties became moist from anticipation.

As soon as the last trooper exited, Vader lunged for her, sweeping her up in his arms and setting her down on the edge of the nearest platform. In this position, she noted, their torsos were perfectly aligned.

“It has been too long. I regret I have been,...neglecting you, my Earth girl, but never fear, we will make up for lost time.”

Vader reached down and ran his leather-clad hands over her full breasts.

Kelly moaned against his ministrations. Placing her hands on his massive shoulders, she closed her eyes and threw her head back savoring his touch. She wiggled herself closer to the edge of the platform wrapping her legs around his waist.

Ripping at the front of her blouse, buttons flew, shooting in all directions. Kelly heard them, bouncing their way down the freezing chamber. Bare breasts exposed, Vader gazed with hungry eyes. Taking her nipples between his fingers, he rubbed and tweaked them until they were hardened nubs.

Kelly reached around his waist, snagging his codpiece off with strength she didn’t know she possessed. Vader moaned as she freed his turgid member and firmly stroked his shaft in her small hand. The heat coming from him and the weight of his enormous member throbbing in her hands just heightened her excitement.

Lustily, Vader lifted her skirt and ripped her panties off. Clutching her hips, he turned her over so that her tight ass rose in the air.

Smacking her cheek, he said, “Tell me what you want.”

Kelly grunted as he rubbed her ass, letting his fingers dip between her now quivering legs. When she did not answer, he pulled his hands away.

Disappointed by his sudden withdrawal, Kelly grunted, “I want you, my Lord.”

That's all he needed to hear. Gripping her hips roughly, he rubbed his glans against her swollen nub. Sliding just the tip inside her, and then withdrawing quickly, he seemed to take great pleasure in tantalizing her. Kelly moaned, her desire for him almost immeasurable. She needed to satiate the emptiness between her legs, to feel her Lord take her to the edge, to fill her completely.

“Tell me again Earth girl what it is you want,” Vader teased her, his voice deep and deliberate.

“I want to cum, damnit!” Kelly spat, daring to raise her voice to the Sith Lord.

She tried to back up against him, but Vader stopped her and held her tightly.

“Tell me what I want to hear! You are mine! This is mine,” he growled, rubbing his large hands across her ass, “and this!” now grinding his pulsating hardness over her wet folds.

“Tell me and I will give you the release you desire,” Vader intoned as he moved in and rubbed his hands up her back to rest at the dip of her waist.

He was poised with his hips arched back, his member twitching at her wet entrance, waiting for her answer.

“Okay! I want you to fuck me! Now! I want you. I’m yours!” She finally screamed out. Reaching back, she gripped him firmly and guided him in, fingering her clit as she felt him slip deep inside her.

Moaning at her touch, Vader threw his head back as he pounded her with wild abandon. Following his lead, Kelly too threw her head back leaning against him, begging him for more.

Slick sounds filled the area as leather slapped against naked flesh. Moaning and groaning, Vader’s hands roamed over Kelly’s body, bruising her hips and tweaking her hardened nipples. He rested his hand over hers, as she vigorously rubbed her mound. Knowing his own release was near, Vader thrust deeper and harder searching for sweet abandon.

Kelly screamed his name as she came, her juices flowing down her legs. Her wetness too much for him, he swelled inside her, his body arching as his hot seed filled her.

“Now,” Vader said, his desire for her temporarily sated, “that is more like it.”

Standing on shaky legs, Kelly retrieved her torn clothing. She’d realized that she was at the point of no return. Kelly could never leave him. She wanted him, needed him, and craved his attention. She was back to square one. Anything he asked of her, she would gladly do. All her resolve melted away whenever she was in his presence.

Kelly looked up at him with soulful eyes. As Vader brushed sweat slicked hair from her face, he said, “Bring Skywalker to me.”

* * *

There was no way Kelly wanted to see Han frozen in carbonite. After what happened with Leia, she didn’t think she could look into his eyes and not break down. Soon enough, Luke would face the same fate. She was betraying her friends.

She would do this for Vader, but not guilt free. She wasn’t even sure she could hide her feelings for Luke from the Sith Lord, but she intended to try.

The doors to the freezing chamber opened. Boba Fett and Tika emerged. Behind them, Imperial officers and Cloud City guards pushed along a copper slab. Though distorted in appearance, Kelly could see that it was Han who lay encased in the carbonite prison.

Kelly gave a pleading look to her friend, hoping Tika would pick up her silent message, ‘Take care of Han, and help him.’

As if reading her thoughts, Tika nodded ever so slightly. She disappeared, heading in the direction of Boba’s ship, followed by their bounty.

Chewie, his massive paws in binders, was being led down an opposite corridor by stormtroopers. His cries reverberated throughout the compound.

Alone in the hallway, Kelly lingered near the entrance to the chamber. She didn’t have long to wait as Vader marched out with Lando close behind.

“Bring Kelly to the landing platform where Skywalker’s ship will be landing, and see to it the Wookie is taken aboard my Star Destroyer,”

Turning to Kelly, he said, “You know what to do. Do not fail me, for your reward will be worth the effort.”

SLAVE 1:

It took some maneuvering, but the carbon slab encasing Han was safely secured in the cargo hold. Tika checked the levels on the panel one more time.

“Don’t worry baby, I got it all under control,” she said under her breath, “I’m gonna get you outta this, I promise.”

Tika bent over and kissed Han’s carbon frozen lips.

Making her way to the cockpit she checked the ship to make sure no one else was aboard. Convinced she was alone with the bounty hunter, she made her move.

Expertly, she raised her weapon and shot Boba Fett at the base of his skull as he sat at the controls. Dead, his body slumped forward.

Quickly, Tika yanked the corpse from the seat and slid into its place. Not wanting to raise any suspicions on why their departure was delayed, she initiated takeoff procedure. As the Slave 1 lifted into the the night sky, Tika entered the coordinates and transmitted them to the Millennium Falcon.

* * *

Back on Cloud City, Lando led Kelly to the landing platform.

Before taking his leave, he paused, taking Kelly’s hand in his own he said, “I’m sorry. I wish I could have met you under,...better circumstances. What you're doing with Vader, I’ll never understand,” he continued, shaking his head, “He’s a dangerous man, and more dangerous to love. You deserve better.” Lando kissed her hand, his lips lingering over her soft flesh.

Kelly was flattered by his concern. She smiled, trying to give him her most brave, reassuring look, all the while her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She watched him walk away, his cape swinging in the breeze.

Taking a deep breath, she scanned the night sky. A few moments later, Kelly saw the lights of Luke’s x-wing fighter approaching. He landed gracefully several meters from where she stood. The door opened and Luke emerged pulling his helmet off. A look of utter shock on his face, he ran to her pulling her in his arms.

Kelly returned his embrace, tears stinging her eyes. Pulling away, she searched for the right thing to say. Before she could get any words out, Luke hungrily pressed his lips to hers. His plunged his tongue into her mouth, devouring her with his passion.

Her mind raced. She had to stop before Vader sensed Luke’s intrusion.

Breaking the kiss, she pushed him away. Surprised by her sudden rebuff, Luke looked at her with questioning eyes and asked, “What’s wrong? I have been worried about you since I lost you on Hoth! Now I’ve found you and you push me away?”

“It’s not that, you don’t understand. I am glad to see you. So much has happened though. Horrible things. God, you just don’t know.”

“Tell me then. What’s happened? Where are the others? I know they came here.” Luke waited for her to explain.

“Leia’s dead. Vader had Han frozen in carbonite and then handed him over to Tika and that bounty hunter Boba Fett. Chewie is,...somewhere, I’m not even sure where,” she blurted out stopping to take a breath before continuing, “Luke, Vader is waiting for you. I’m to bring you to him.”

Luke was silent a few moments as he let the information sink in. Lowering his head, he pulled Kelly close in an embrace. She let him hold her, knowing he was mourning his friend’s circumstances. He needed her, she could feel it. Their last encounter before she left was still fresh in his mind, her touch and her smell comforted yet excited him. It was like nothing had happened and he wanted to pick up where they’d left off. If he only knew.

“I must face Vader. I’m not afraid, it’s my destiny.” Luke said against her hair.

“Then follow me.” She said taking Luke’s hand.

CLOUD CITY:

For the first time in his life, Lando was thinking of someone besides himself. His good friend frozen in carbonite, the princess dead, and now, turning Chewie over to Vader, had left a very bad taste in his mouth.

He orchestrated the release of Chewie, his guards easily overtaking the few Imperial officers ordered to escort the Wookie to the Executor. His days at the Tibanna gas mine over, Lando realized it was his last act as the Baron Administrator of Bespin.

Moving quickly, the two brothers-in-arms made a rush for the Falcon. They needed to be air bound before the Sith Lord found out.

Tika's coordinates were waiting for them when they boarded.

***

Holding Luke's hand tightly, Kelly led him down the winding corridors to the Freezing Chamber.

Something was different. She couldn't put her finger on it. Luke seemed to exude more confidence and be more focused. A stealth was in his step that wasn't there before. It was as if he'd aged years since the last time she saw him. He must have been training for this, anticipating his encounter with Vader, she mused.

Arriving at their destination they silently entered the darkened room. A steady hissing sound, due to escaping steam and the occasional thudding of the ancient machinery were the only sounds in the massive chamber.

Kelly was sure Vader was there, hidden amongst the shadows, watching,....waiting. She led Luke to a higher platform, where earlier she'd enjoyed the attentions of her Dark Lord.

"I have to leave you now," she said softly, turning to face Luke.

Luke smiled, still holding her hand, a yellow glow in his eyes, said, "I know. Go now. One of us will come for you."

He let her hand go and reached for his lightsaber.

Kelly surmised that Luke had said that to infuriate Vader, and she was pretty sure that it had. Hastily she made her way back to the entrance, out of Luke's sight. Halting at the entryway, she did not leave as instructed, but lingered.

***

A flash of red, the sound of mechanical breathing, followed by slow deliberate steps. The dark figure emerged from the shadows and stood before Luke.

"The force is strong with you young Skywalker, but you are not a Jedi,...yet," Vader said, his voice deep and measured.

"You're right, Father, I'm not a Jedi!" Luke shot back, as he lunged toward his opponent, lightsaber raised above his shoulder.

Startled by Luke’s revelation, Vader faltered, but quickly regained his composure and sprang into action.

The two men battled, matching each other step for step, their blades meeting again and again.

Vader deflected Luke’s blade as it grazed his helmet, bringing his own blazing weapon down and forcing Luke to falter, falling to his knees.

Instinctively, Luke rolled away from the Sith’s advancing swing, jumping to his feet in an attack stance, he raised his saber in a ready position.

Vader had disappeared. Luke listened for telltale sounds, but only heard his own labored breaths. His eyes darted back and forth, canvassing the dark, watching for movement. Hearing a sound behind him, he turned as the brilliant red blade clashed with his own forcing him back again and again. Luke lost his footing and fell backward into the deep pit of the freezing chamber.

Luke used the force to spring himself from the dark pit as the freezing gasses sprayed from all sides.

“Impressive. Most Impressive,” Vader observed, letting admiration show in his voice.

Climbing his way out of the chamber room, Luke made his way through darkened corridors. He emerged from a lighted doorway and found himself several stories high above the Cloud City reactor shaft.

Vader was waiting. Searing blades clashed as father and son continued their duel along the metal platform. Vader backed Luke to the edge, swinging his saber relentlessly.

"Join me,.... or die!" Vader growled.

“I won’t be joining you,.....father!” Luke said, his eyes glowing a sickly yellow and an evil grin on his face.

“Together we can overthrow the Emperor and rule the galaxy as father and son! The Emperor has foreseen this!” Vader offered his hand to his son.

“Yes Father, The Emperor has foreseen many things. I have embraced him and devoted myself to the ways of the Sith. He has showed me the power of the Dark Side. I’ve been in training and and now my skills are complete,” Luke paused, letting his revelations sink in, he then tried a new tactic, “The Emperor was wise to let you have Kelly. Oh yes, he knew. He knew your feelings for her would weaken you. And when you are gone, well, I can make her forget. I didn’t come here to rescue those pitiful Rebels, I came here to rid my Master of an albatross, you! I will be the Sith apprentice you could never be.”

Luke slowly made his way toward Vader his lighsaber raised, ready to strike.

Numerous emotions washed over the Sith Lord, shock, anger, sadness, fear, love, hate and regret. These feelings, many of them buried for years, now resurfaced. He had made a grave mistake, underestimating the Emperor. His Master beat him at his own game, seducing his son to the Dark Side, turning Luke against him. He needed to make a decision quickly. Swiftly he swung the blazing red blade downward, meeting with the flesh and bone of Luke’s right arm and severing it.

Luke let out an animalistic cry. Falling to his knees, he grasped his wounded arm to his chest. Vader again raised his lightsaber preparing another assault, when he heard the sound of light footsteps against metal. He froze at Kelly’s cry.

“Stop! Don’t kill him!'

Standing a few meters behind Vader, she steadied herself against the railing.

Vader paused, his arm raised in attack stance. He had no intention of killing his son, but Kelly didn’t know that. He held out some hope that Luke would still join him.

“Don’t do this! Let him live. Please,......let’s leave here, now,” Kelly begged him.

Long ago, someone else had once begged him to take another path. He chose not to go, and he paid dearly for it, alone and in solitude for decades, wallowing in the depths of darkness, pain his only companion. Until a miracle brought him what he needed, just when he needed it. His life had come full circle. Right then he made his choice. Soon, he would kill the Emperor and rid himself of the evil man who made him what he was. His felt a burden had been lifted and a lightness in his heart that wasnt't there before.

Vader pushed the hilt on his lightsaber, extinguishing the red blade.

“Luke!” Kelly screamed.

Vader turned as Luke plunged off the platform into the abyss below.

"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it."
- Oscar Wilde  

"If you are going through hell, keep going."
- Sir Winston Churchill

FLASHBACK: Right after the Battle at Hoth:

Inside his X-wing, Luke took a deep breath, steadying himself for what lie ahead. After making a few adjustments to the travel route on his computer, he sent the fighter into hyperdrive.

The snub fighter shot through space heading towards its destination, Coruscant.

He was taking an extraordinary risk. A risk Luke felt was necessary in order for the Rebellion to succeed. The galaxy had lived under the oppression of the Empire for too long. They would never expect an attack on the Emperor in his palace!

***

Palpatine sat in his darkened throne room and stared out the massive transparisteel wall that looked over the lighted landscape of Coruscant. Even at this time of night heavy repulsorlift traffic littered the skyline. He was tired. A dull ache in his back had left him in a most fowl mood today. He had entertained a throng of dignitaries that had arrived earlier, listening to their trivial drabbles and that had left him even more irritated. He closed his eyes and slipped into a trance. Feeling the Force flow through him, he embraced it as images of future events unfolded.

An evil smile spread across the Emperor’s white corpse-like face as knowledge of one so powerful on his way to pay him a visit. Summoning the Red Guard, he gave his instructions.

PRESENT: EXECUTOR

After exiting the shuttle, Vader grabbed Kelly by the waist and threw her over his shoulder. Still charged from his encounter with Luke, he marched toward his private quarters. He did not put her down until they were just outside his meditation chamber.

Vader leaned down till he was eye level with Kelly. He took her face in his leather clad hands and pulled her close.

"You have done well, my Earth girl," he said seductively, "what do you wish for your reward?"

"I want to see you, all of you." she replied with pleading eyes.

Vader extended his hand, and in a low throaty laugh replied, "Follow me."

FLASHBACK: CORUSCANT - EMPEROR'S PALACE

Palpatine, still in his chair, sensed Luke's presence even before he landed on Coruscant. He'd known the day would come when the boy would seek him out. It wasn't difficult really, but quite easy. Luke's anger at Obi Wan's death sent ripples through the Force. Strong enough that Palpatine had picked up on it. Yes, he had been waiting patiently, letting Vader pursue his son across the galaxy. Now his plans would come to fruition. Ah, yes, the circle was almost complete!

The Emperor took a deep breath, smiled and nodded his head in contentment.

PRESENT: TATOOINE

It was way past midnight by the time the Falcon landed in Mos Eisley. Lando and Chewie made their way to the Cantina while Tika, having landed earlier, made inquires about hiring a transport. She didn’t dare keep Boba’s ship. She needed to distance herself from that bad situation.

At this time of night, Jabba's Place would be crowded. Some of the seedy population from Mos Eisley would have made their way across the dark, cold desert seeking out Jabba's Place for last call, then ending up unconscious on the floor until dawn.

Tika might get lucky. If Jabba was in a good mood, she might get more than the bounty originally offered. Then again, he might get really pissed if he found out that Boba Fett, his best bounty hunter, was no longer among the living. Then she would have to charm him, hoping that he wouldn’t use her for Rancor bait.

After and exhausting search, Tika finally found a transport big enough to hold the carbonized Han. The pilot, a Snivvian humanoid named Baoh, whose short stature and protruding jaw made Tika wince, smiled lustfully as he led her to the small landing port where his ‘seen better days’ skiff awaited.

Tika quickly loaded her cargo then took the seat next to Baoh shifting her body as far away from him as possible. The Snivvian pilot laughed at her rebuff. She gave him the ‘don’t try anything funny’ look as the skiff lifted into the inky black sky and headed north.

Meanwhile, Lando and Chewie bided their time in the Cantina waiting for the signal from Tika, when the transmitter chirped. Lando nodded as the pair got up from the table and headed for the exit..

MEDITATION CHAMBER: EXECUTOR

Kelly followed Vader up the few steps and into the meditation chamber. Immediately, the chamber closed as a strong gust of air permeated throughout. The air was instantly sucked out and replaced with pressurized oxygen. Kelly's hair blew wildly as Vader reached out and ran his gloved hand through her long tresses. She closed her eyes and sighed against his touch biting her lower lip.

"It would please me if you would remove your clothes," he said softly still stroking her hair.

"And what about you?" Kelly teased.

Vader chuckled, "All in good time, my Earth girl."

Kelly slowly ran her hands up her body bringing them to the front of her blouse and unbuttoned it. She let the garment fall to the floor. Turning her back to him for a better view, she wiggled out of her pants, slightly bending over revealing her lace thong. Facing Vader once more, she stood before him in all her glory. She could feel his eyes roaming over her form and sense his burning passion for her.

She unclasped her bra and pulled it off her shoulders. Holding it out at arm's length, she let it drop at his feet. Lastly, she pulled her thong off, slowly inching it down her thighs till she stood naked before him. Running her hands up her legs, she opened them and ran her fingertips along her inner thighs. Kelly gave Vader her most seductive smile as she plunged two fingers between her wet folds. He practically lunged for her, pulling her close.

"Don't start without me," he said gruffly, his hands roaming over her body.

"I wouldn't think of it." Kelly threw her arms around his massive shoulders, "Let me help you get more ......comfortable."

Vader sat down in his chair as Kelly kneeled before him. After he removed his shin armor, Kelly tugged at his boots, removing them one at a time. Next came the codpiece, and she already knew how that was done. Carefully he removed his belt and chest plate. Without warning, he grabbed Kelly's hands and held them down on the arms of his chair as the overhead apparatus descended with a loud hiss. Claw-like arms grasped his helmut and pulled it up exposing his scarred flesh.

The pressure in the chamber suddenly became heavy, causing her ears to pop slightly. Letting go of her hands he removed his breath mask. For the first time Kelly looked into the eyes of her lover. Despite the scarring on his head and face, he was very handsome with soft lips and eyes that were of the deepest blue. Not the monster she envisioned he would be, she gazed at him with wide eyes, full of honor that he finally revealed himself to her and full of passionate lust for the true man exposed to her.

Finally able to see her for the first time with his own eyes, Vader took in her beauty and noted for the first time her hair was a most beautiful red. His eyes gleamed with the desire he felt welling up inside him.

Looking into her blue-green eyes he said, "Is this what you wanted Kelly?"

Surprised he used her name, she answered him with a lustful kiss, unable to wait any longer. At last their lips met with heated fury, their tongues exploring and tasting each other. Vader closed his eyes at the sensations of her sweet kisses. Soft touches and loving caresses so long forgotten. He found himself lost in her ministrations.

Breaking their kiss, Vader stood up and piece by piece removed the remainder of his suit.

Finally, he stood before her, his body toned and muscular despite the cybernetics and scarring.

Kelly stood and snuggled up against him letting her hands roam over his chest and arms. Taking in a deep breath, she reveled in his masculine scent. Planting soft kisses over his stomach, she worked her way down, kissing and running her tongue over every part of flesh she could touch. Vader shivered as her mouth found his member and her hands squeezed his buttocks. He fisted her hair in his hands and pulled her close encouraging her to continue. She obliged, hungrily sucking his hardness while her hands continued to grope him.

"Stop!" Vader stepped back and pulled Kelly to her feet. "I want this to last."

He leaned down and kissed her neck, moving over her shoulders and down to her breast. He massaged one breast while his mouth explored the other, his tongue playing over her hardened nipple. He gently nibbled it letting it roll between his teeth. Kelly moaned at his attentions and dug her nails into his back eliciting a muffled gasp from him. Vader wanted her more than he could imagine. His senses were almost overwhelmed by the pleasures of her flesh but he still wanted more.

He pulled her into the chair and forced her to straddle him. She could feel his hardness against her sex, its tip rubbing into her. Kelly moved her hips so that his tip was stroking her wetness. She leaned down and covered her mouth over his, softly sucking on his bottom lip as she rocked back and forth on him. He moaned and inhaled deeply taking in her fragrant scent while running his hands over her silky skin.

Unable to contain his excitement any longer, Vader grabbed Kelly's hips, looked deep into her eyes and thrust his swollen member into her. Their eyes locked as she met his every thrust, gyrating her hips to match him. His gaze never wavered as he devoured her mouth in a blazing kiss. The feel of her body rubbing against his, her breasts pushing into his chest and her hot breath on his neck drove him to increase his pace. He pounded her wildly, grunting as he licked up her neck and nibbled on her shoulder. Vader knew his climax was near, he could feel himself swelling inside her. Kelly’s eyes glimmered as she clenched her muscles and sent him over the edge. Wet noises filled the chamber as flesh met flesh and the groans of the lovers intensified.

Suddenly Vader's eyes clouded over as a guttural moan escaped his lips. He spilled his seed deep inside her as his body shook in ecstasy. It took several minutes for the pair to regain composure, their bodies still locked together, their breathing coming in short pants from their heated lovemaking.

Kelly looked into Vader's eyes.

"I think it is my turn to cum," she said with a wicked grin pulling him into a standing position.

Vader rose and knelt before her. He violently gripped her hips and pulled her forward, plunging his mouth into her crotch. He greedily licked and sucked, tasting her sweet juices mingled with his own. Using his mechanical fingers, he gently explored her soft wet folds, looking for her swollen nub. Kelly let him know he found it when she stiffened and let out a soft moan. She contracted her pelvic muscles as he continued to lick and rub her mound.

The familiar burning sensation of her impending orgasm near, she muttered, "No more interruptions."

Clutching the armrests of his chair, she thrust her hips forward and cried out in sheer bliss as she reached her peak. Not missing a beat, Vader again massaged her vigorously bringing her to climax again. Panting and with sweat beading her forehead, Kelly looked down.

"One more time," was all he said as he once again brought her to the brink.

Spent and shaking, Kelly fell to her knees and the two embraced, relishing the satisifaction they achieved. Kelly nuzzled against him, placing her head in the crook of his neck as she let her body go limp in his arms.

TATOOINE: JABBA'S PLACE

Tika paid the slimy Snivvian and then ordered him to accompany her inside Jabba's place. No use going in alone. It was always smart to have someone watching your back even if it was a no good horny alien. Chewie and Lando would be here soon enough and then she would approach Jabba.

Boah led the way through the dark and musty caverns. He turned back several times making sure Tika was following. Distant music echoed, mixed with the sounds of laughter and alien chatter. Tika replaced her helmut and checked the blaster at her side, releasing the safety latch. They approached the dimly lit barroom and paused at the entryway. Slipping into the shadows and taking note of her surroundings, Tika was careful not to draw any attention to herself. The Snivvian, however, made his way closer to the stage to check out the dancers. He began swaying to the music, joining in the revelry of the crowd.

Jabba sat on his private platform, his massive form taking up the most of its space. An assortment of hideous creatures surrounded him. Some of them close consorts and others just hoping to get in Jabba's favor. He had a reputation of employing the most unfavorable kind. They were the ones who would do the nastiest deeds for the cheapest pay with no questions asked. You didn't work for Jabba long if you asked too many questions or complained about the pay, or if you betrayed his trust.

Tika had done the later. In his mind, Jabba had taken good care of her. Given her a place to stay, food to eat and in return she worked for him as a dancer. Sometimes she would have to 'entertain' the occasional VIP, even if it happened to be the ugliest creature from some distant planet. That was the hardest part of the job, and that was what drove her leave.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Lando had slipped in and took a seat in the back. Chewie was close, she surmised, but out of sight. Jabba would sense something was up if the wookie made an appearance. Now she could approach that fat slug.

Moving out of the shadows, she pushed her way through the mob until she stood a good two meters before the Hutt. She was mindful of the trapdoor hidden in the floor.

"I hear you're offering a bounty on Han Solo." Tika's voice was muffled by her helmut. She hoped he wouldn't recognize it too soon.

The fat slug regarded her her with half closed eyes. His cohorts ceased their chatter and turned to look at the one who dared approach the 'Exalted One'. A wide grin spread across Jabba's face as slimy green goo oozed from the side of his mouth and dripped onto the floor. Tika winced and swallowed hard, her nausea at the sight of him almost overcoming her.

(" Hehehehe, And why does a lowdown scumbag like you care?") Jabba laughed again as his entourage joined in.

"Oh, I just happen to have your bounty," she informed him, " I'm open to negotiations."

("No negotiations! Show me your bounty, and maybe I won't feed you to the rancor.") Jabba's booming voice caused the room to fall silent. Then the room erupted into gales of laughter.

Narrowing her eyes, Tika pulled her helmut off and threw it down. "Why you fucking slug! Only you would try to gip me out of my bounty! Listen you slimy bastard, I want fifty thousand and no less!"

("Why it's the lovely Tika!") he laughed, ("I can't refuse such a pretty face. Bring me Captain Solo.") Jabba ran his thick tongue over his slick mouth and laughed again.

FLASHBACK: CORUSCANT

Luke landed without incident on Coruscant. In fact, he felt his arrival was way too easy for such a political and military conglomerate. Clutching his lightsaber, Luke boldly made his way through the vast hallways of the Emperor’s fortress as the stormtroopers on guard ignored him. Not knowing why or how, Luke’s feet seemingly knew the way and marched of their own accord. It was as if he had been there before and everything was familiar.. The fortress was alarmingly quiet and this only served to heighten a sense of suspicion in Luke. Finally he came to the end where a lone lift awaited.

“There should be Red Guards here," Luke murmured as he checked the hallways once more.

The door slid open and Luke entered. As quickly as it rose, it stopped and the doors once again slid open revealing darkened and spacious room. Luke thumbed the hilt on his saber igniting its blue blade. The only sound was the steady hum of his father’s weapon. At the far end of the room sat a lone chair. Luke could feel the Emperor’s evil presence. Slowly he made his way forward, his lightsaber clutched in both hands.

“Your Jedi weapon will not be necessary, my dear boy.” Luke cringed at the oily voice, “I assure you, I mean you no harm. You are quite welcome here.”

“If it’s all the same to you, I’ll keep my weapon handy.” Luke gripped his saber tightly, his knuckles turning white. He took a final step pausing behind the chair.

“Ahh yes, such strong emotions from one so young.” the Emperor inhaled deeply and shut his eyes, “I can feel your fear, your anger and,,,, something else,,,,,, yes, yes, hate, your hatred for me!” The old man’s body shook in an orgasmic like ecstasy.

The chair slowly turned. Luke recoiled at the hideous corpse-like figure before him. The Emperor’s appearance alone could send one away screaming. But, despite his horrid facade, he looked frail and far older than his years. Luke felt the powerful energy emanating from him. An indescribable Force that penetrated and tainted everything within its orbit.

“That is the power of the Dark Side you feel.” he said, reading Luke’s thoughts. “It is easier felt and very much within your reach, if you want it.” he smiled, his rotted teeth glowing in the dark.

“There is only one thing I want, and that is revenge!” Luke shouted and raised his saber over his shoulder.

“Yes, you shall have your revenge, but it is with another you seek. You cannot kill me, boy. Better men than you have tried and failed miserably. Yes, you have many questions and I have the answers you need.” he paused and leaned forward eyeing the young Jedi. “Yes, you are so much like your father, impatient, ambitious and....arrogant.”

“My father is dead, you leave him out of it! He was betrayed and then killed by Vader. He died definding the Order of the Jedi.” Luke’s face twisted into a furious expression.

Palpatine smile widened as a sickly laugh escaped his wrinkled lips. “My dear boy, your father was not killed by Vader. He is very much alive, although he is not the man he used to be. He has become weak. Weakened by the charms of an Earth creature.” he said waving his hand in the air.

Luke looked disbelievingly at the old man before him. Earth creature? Kelly? Shaking his head vigorously he replied, “You’re lying! I don’t believe you! My father is dead. Obi wan told me everything, told me Vader betrayed and killed him!”

“No, Obi wan is the one who lied." Palpatine sickly grin grew unfathomably wider as he continued, " Anakin Skywalker is not the man Obi wan led you to believe he was! He gave himself to the Dark Side and pledged himself to ways of the Sith and became my willing apprentice. It was Obi wan that injured your father on Mustafar in his attempt to kill him, and it was I who brought him back from the brink of death.” Palpatine stood, his bent form illuminated by the light of the blue blade as sadistic smile twisting his grotesque face. “Darth Vader IS Anakin Skywalker!”

Luke lowered his saber, his eyes never wavering from the Emperor’s face. He reached out to the Force, searching , trying to get some kind of reading into the accuracy of what was said. All his searching only validated what Palpatine told him, the realizations hit Luke like a punch to the gut. His eyes flitted from side to side as he tried to come to grips with this torturous information.

So many things fell into place. The missing pieces of his life began to fit as the truth finally sunk in.

“Father.......Vader........ Why?” he said softly.

“You are stronger than your father. So much potential. Your mother tried to turn him away from the Dark Side and failed, but this Earth girl.......she will be successful. I have foreseen it. You can take his place and I will complete your training. He is useless to me now. It is time I take a new apprentice.” Palpatine clasped his hands together and began rubbing them gleefully.

“What of my mother? Tell me,” Luke demanded. He extinguished his saber and hooked it on his belt. The Emperor was right, it was unnecessary.

Now was his chance. The Emperor knew if Luke was anything like his father this revelation would be the clinching deal.

“Your father choked her to death,” was all he said.

Luke’s face became dark. His eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. He thought about the injustice of his life. Being lied to by his aunt and uncle. Then by Obi wan. His mother killed by his father’s hand. Vader has taken his mother from him and now he had Kelly. She had turned against him too. Betrayal was all around him, and from those he loved the most! His life was all a lie! Everything he believed in. A lie! Now the truth was finally revealed to him, and by the one he wanted to destroy.

“Close your eyes, young Skywalker.” Luke did as he was told, “What do you see?”

The figure of Vader came into focus. A swirling fog surrounded him as the fiery red blade of Vader’s sword swung at Luke. Then the image of Vader faded as the form of his father and Kelly appeared, their bodies entwined in passionate lovemaking.

Luke’s eyes flew open, a bright amber glow about them. They widened with clarity as the acceptance of his fate set in.

“It is your destiny.” The Emperor said, a wicked smile adorning his face.

EXECUTOR: OUTER RIM

It wasn't until the next day that Kelly returned to her private rooms. Vader couldn't put off his duties any longer. A new war was waging and Vader was preparing for battle.

Kelly threw herself onto the bed and stretched out. Closing her eyes, she smiled as she recounted last night’s events.

"I need a shower," she sighed. She slipped out of her clothes and stood before the mirror in the fresher. Her eyes widened at the purple marks on her hips and thighs. Turning, she also noted Vader's hand prints on her back and buttocks. "Shit, it's like he put his mark one me!"

She lingered under the hot steamy stream of water letting her hands roam over her full breasts. Rolling each nipple between her fingers, she tweaked them until they were hardened nubs. Slowly, she slid her hands down her body and over her thighs, pausing at the soft curls of her pubis. Leisurely she massaged the soft folds. Increasing pressure, she plunged two fingers into her wet core.

"Oh, my Lord!" she cried out, vigorously stroking her clit.

Biting her lip, she threw her head back as her body shook from ecstasy. She emerged from the shower on shaky legs, wrapping a fluffy towel around her.

As soon as she stepped back into her bedchamber, she noticed an assemblage of packages lined up against the wall. She had forgotten all about her shopping trip on Bespin. Apparently, Vader had remembered and had her things delivered.

She tore into the bundles like a kid on Christmas day, pulling out the beautiful garments one by one and holding them up. It took her while but she finally decided on a sky blue halter gown that clasped at the back of the neck. The fabric was made of mothsilk and felt incredibly light against her skin. Silver appliqués adorned the waist in an exotic flower pattern. She selected a shiny pair of baby blue slippers to complete her outfit. Surveying her reflection, she combed her long tresses until it gleamed. She applied just enough makeup to compliment her natural beauty. Satisfied that Vader would be pleased, she summoned her private guard to escort her to the bridge.

TATOOINE: JABBA'S PLACE:

"Careful, you sack of Bantha shit!" Tika ran up to the Snivvian, who had inadvertently guided the carbonized Han into a stone wall. She examined the slab for cracks and adjusted the temperature controls. “Do you think you can get it in without killing him?” she spat, disgusted by the sheepish grin on his face.

Han was laid against the back ball behind Jabba’s platform. Tika stood back while Boah secured the slab.

“Ahh, Look, What a fine addition! Finally I have Han Solo where I want him! Ha Ha Ha!” Jabba’s fat body wiggled like gelatin.

“Ok, Jabba, you got what you wanted. Now I expect to be paid. And don’t give me any shit. I went through hoops to get this bounty and I’m not leaving until I get what’s mine!” Bravely, she walked right up on the platform and stood face to face with the Hutt. She kept her hand on the blaster, ready to fire if necessary.

“You are acting quite presumptuous for someone who has no bargaining power. However, you did bring me the bounty in good faith. I am feeling generous, thirty thousand!”

Tika scanned the room, her eyes met Lando’s gaze. Lando shook his head in agreement and then disappeared into the shadows. Tika casually turned back to Jabba and narrowed her eyes.

“Forty.” she simply stated, putting her hands on her hips.

Jabba laughed. “You want to barter? I give you thirty five and let you live. End of negotiations!”

Tika smiled and saluted the Hutt, making sure her middle finger was prominently displayed.

EXECUTOR: BRIDGE

Kelly approached the bridge guided by her guard. Admiral Piett stood at the entryway talking with the operations staff. He stood at attention when they drew near.

“Permission for the lady to come aboard the bridge, Admiral?” the guard asked, addressing Piett.

Piett looked at Kelly approvingly and nodded. “Of course. Welcome aboard M’ Lady.”

Kelly was stunned. This was far from the treatment she received before. She guessed that Vader had a hand in that.

Vader stood at the end of the bridge looking out the transparasteel windows. Miscellaneous craft shuttled between the Executor and its fleet of Star Destroyers. He turned at the sound of Kelly’s footsteps and held out his hand to her. Again she was stunned. Stunned that he would openly seek any kind of physical contact from her.

“You are truly a vision,” he said as she took his hand.

“Thank you, my Lord. I was hoping you’d approve. I had you in mind for everything I picked out.” She slipped her arms around his waist, mindful of his life support systems.

“I have a surprise planned. I hope you’re up for it,” he teased, smiling under the mask.

Kelly’s eyes lit up. A hundred ideas crossed her mind and every one of them included her riding him wildly.

“After what I’ve seen, nothing would surprise me,” she teased back.

“We shall see, my Earth girl. Come.”

JABBA'S PLACE :

Practically deserted, except for the few that lay on the floor unconscious and snoring, Jabba's place looked more like a mausoleum. The orange glow from the flickering torches cast eerie shadows upon the stone walls. From behind the walls in another room loud moans and groans could be heard.

"Come on baby, give it up!" Lando slapped Rystall's ass with his free hand as he steadied himself with the other. His had her bent over and was pounding her from behind.

"Oh, yes! You know how I like it... now show me you mean it!" she cried.

Reaching between her legs she grabbed his balls and rubbed them over her wetness. Enticed by her aggressiveness, Lando grabbed a handful of her wild red hair and pulled her head back.

"You asked for it! I should make you beg!" he said with a toothy smile.

Meanwhile, Tika had made her way back into the bar, careful not to make a sound. She couldn't see them, but she was hoping that Chewie and Lando were also out of sight and waiting. She crept over the slab. She scanned the room once more. Satisfied that she had been unnoticed, she quickly set the controls so that Han would be released from his carbonized prison.

It seemed like and eternity, but in reality was only a matter of minutes before Han fell forward onto the floor at Tika's feet. Pale and shaking violently, Han coughed and dry heaved. Tika took him into her arms and tried to quite him.

"Shhhhh, I'm here. Han, can you hear me?" she whispered into his ear. Han tried to open his eyes but they would not cooperate.

"Tika? I can't see you. I...I'm so cold," Han whispered, straining to open his eyes.

"It's only temporary. I've got to get you outta here. Can you stand?" she asked trying to pull him up under his arms.

"I don't know. Do I still have legs?" Han joked as he tried to stand on his weakened legs.

Just as Tika had Han upright, bright lights illuminated the barroom. Tika blinked against the assault.

"What's happening?" Han asked, still unable to see and still disoriented.

As soon as her eyes adjusted to the light, Tika could see several of Jabba's guards had surrounded them with their blasters pointed. Before she saw him she heard Jabba's deep laugh.

"Hehehe, so you play me for a fool? You didn't think I would trust you so easily now did you?" The curtain parted revealing Jabba's private platform. Right beside him, pointing his weapon in Tika's direction was Boah, a smug grin on his deformed face.

"Why you ugly fucking prick!" she spat at the Snivvian, "You will regret this!"

"You should have known by now. I have eyes and ears everywhere. I know all about how you came to acquire Captain Solo. Boba Fett was too trusting. But I can smell a sand rat, and you my dear are indeed one!"

Suddenly several shots were fired and a few of the guards went down. Recovering quickly from the shock, Tika raised her weapon and started shooting. Her first shot hitting Boah in the forehead killing him instantly. Her next shots were precise as several hit Jabba in what she hoped was his heart. Han dropped to the floor and started to crawl out of harms way. By this time many of the drunken guests had awoken panicked and were heading for the nearest exit.

Chewie emerged from the shadows with a fierce growl, knocking the half awake patrons out of his way. One of the guards jumped on Chewie's back trying to knock him down, but the Wookie threw his back against the wall crushing him in the process. A feisty and drunk onlooker charged, but was stopped in his tracked when Chewie ripped off his right arm. Blood spattered everywhere from the ripped artery.

In the back room as Lando was near his climax, he had heard the first shots fired.

"Holy shit! I'm coming, I'm coming!" he shouted, still thrusting himself into Rystall. He came hard and fast. Pulling away from the dancer, he pulled his trousers up and grabbed his weapon.

Running into the midst of the fight, he was shocked at what he saw. Dead bodies lay everywhere. Blood spattered on the walls and tables. Tika and Han were backed into a corner in prone positions. Tika was doing her best to holding off her attackers.

Lando fired his weapon at the remaining guards, distracting them. This gave Tika the advantage she needed and between the two of them they were able to take out the rest.

"Where the hell were you? I was getting my ass kicked all over the place!" Tika screamed at Lando.

"Sorry, I was.....", but his words faded away as Tika turned her attention back to Han. Chewie hugged his best friend and helped him to his feet.

"I'm almost sorry I couldn't see what was going on," he said grinning. Chewie let out a howl and hugged him closer. "Yeah, I missed you too buddy." Han hugged his furry friend back.

"Damn, you made this place into a blood bath! I suggest we get the hell outta here!" Lando gestured for them to follow.

Tika looked back at the dead slug, his limp form splayed upon the platform. She saluted the Hutt one more time, her middle finger once again prominently displayed.

EXECUTOR:

“Is this yours?” Kelly asked. She ran her hand along the cold smooth metal. She walked around the ship amazed by the sheer size of it.

“Yes. I designed it myself. It has the same concept as the normal TIE fighter but with a few added enhancements of my own,” Vader told her proudly.

“May I go inside?” she asked peering into the cockpit. Looking seductively over her shoulder she bit her lower lip.

Vader grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up. He then hoisted himself up and sealed the cockpit door shut. Opening a pull down seat he secured Kelly into its harness.

“Don’t be frightened, my Earth girl. You will be perfectly safe with me,” he told her, noticing the scared expression on her face. She held on for dear life as the engines roared to life. The ship lifted and shot out of the hanger.

At first it felt like she was on a roller coaster, the fighter dipping and weaving from left to right.

“We will feel less of the gravitational pull of the Executor the further we get from it. The ride will only be bumpy for a few moments and then you’ll notice a much smoother ride,” Vader said reassuringly, his voice calming Kelly’s anxiety.

Kelly looked out the cockpit’s window with awe. Such beauty! The lights from distant stars lit darted the inky blackness of space like tiny diamonds. She looked into the distance and noticed they were approaching a small planet. Its colors becoming more remarkable as it came into view. It looked as if someone had haphazardly sprinkled colored fairy dust as soft hues of blue, purple and gold swirled around the globe.

“Oh my god! It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen!” she exclaimed, her eyes becoming wide with wonder.

Vader smiled underneath his mask. “This is the surprise I wanted to show you. I had a feeling you would appreciate its beauty. Although it’s not the most beautiful thing in this universe.” Kelly could feel the color rising in her cheeks as he continued, “You are.”

Suddenly the harness that held her was released. Vader made adjustments on his comm panel and pushed the hand control unit forward then patted his lap asking Kelly to join him. Standing before him, she unfastened the halter dress from around her neck. The silky garment flitted to the floor around her feet. Slowly she pulled her lace thong down over her thighs, bending over so that her breasts were mere inches from his breath mask.

“Are you trying to seduce me, my Earth girl?” His voice was husky and full of lust.

“Is it working, My Lord?” she asked coyly, running her hands over her breasts and around her hips. She spread her legs and straddled him, the feel of his leather suit warm against her skin.

Holding his mask in her hands she kissed it, slowly parting her lips. Vader wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, his chest plate squished against her chest.

“It is just you and I here....among the stars, alone.” He grabbed her ass and squeezed. Kelly wiggled out of his grip and knelt before him. Deftly she removed his codpiece like she had so many times before. Soon his leather pants were down to his knees and his already hardened member twitching with anticipation.

Without touching him with her hands, she stuck out her tongue and licked the head of his penis in swirling motions. This elicited a groan from within the mask. Vader placed his hands on her head encouraging her to continue. Bobbing her head up and down she deep throated him over and over, sucking him hard when she reached the tip.

“Oh gods!” he exclaimed, his own breaths coming quicker than that of the respirator.

Grabbing his shaft she alternated between stroking and sucking, nearly bringing him to the brink. When she felt his release was imminent she released her grip. Turning around so that her back faced him she spread her legs wide and impaled herself onto his thick cock. Vader lustfully grabbed her by the waist and thrust his hips upward meeting her advances.

The sight of the beautiful planet coupled with the feel of Vader inside her triggered such an intense orgasm that she cried out his name as she came.

“Turn around; I want to see your face!” Vader ordered her as he spun her around.

He thrust himself inside her once again and pounded her wildly, the juices of her ejaculate running down his thighs onto the seat. Even though she couldn’t see his face she just knew that his brilliant blue eyes were locked onto hers. They moved together in harmony, as if their bodies were made to be together, each one knowing how to please the other. Kelly had never felt this way with anyone else before and knew it was something special, something that was meant to be.

Vader’s back arched and his grip became vise-like as he swelled inside her, relinquishing his hot seed.

Outside the TIE fighter had entered the outer atmosphere of the planet, the dazzling colors from the alien orb encompassing the ship in a beautiful embrace.

EXECUTOR: MEDICAL LAB

Vader paced in front of the entrance of the medical lab, his hands behind his back. Several times he stopped and looked toward the door, debating whether or not to go in. Deciding he'd waited long enough he burst in and confronted the senior technician on duty.

“Well, have you completed your testing?” he asked gruffly.

The lab tech hesitated. “Ah, yes, my Lord, one of the tests has been completed. However, we are still waiting for one more.” He clutched his clipboard nervously.

“What have you found so far?” Vader tilted his head, indicating he was getting impatient.

The tech cleared his throat and flipped through the pages on the clipboard. “Well, it seems that the midichlorian levels are not as high as yours, my Lord. We took into consideration the size of the specimen and adjusted our calculations accordingly so that we could get a more accurate reading. We repeated the test three times, and each time we got the same count.”

Vader considered the information. He walked over the table where Luke’s severed arm lay encased in a see-thru, air-tight container. Just then a uniformed officer entered and handed the senior tech a slip of paper. Looking it over, he raised his eyebrows in surprise. His face went white when Vader snatched the paper from his hand.

Vader read the report in disbelief. Furious, he ripped the paper to shreds. Raising his fists in the air he let out a series of terrifying screams. “WHY? WHY? That.....BITCH! I have been betrayed for the last time!”

***

His black cape flowing behind him, Vader stormed the corridors towards Kelly’s private chambers. He burst in her rooms and found her in the ‘fresher standing before the mirror brushing her long tresses.

She was wearing a white silken robe that had been left open revealing her naked form. Kelly turned upon hearing his heavy breathing. Smiling, she ran into his arms and buried her head against his chest.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” she purred, running her lips over his leather suit.

When Vader did not return her advances, she stepped back and looked at him quizzically.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, miffed by his lack of affection.

“We need to talk.” He led her to the bed and motioned for her to sit down.

Kelly waited patiently as he paced back and forth. It was several minutes before he spoke.

“I never told you what transpired between Luke and I on Bespin,” he began, choosing his words carefully, “It is much better to know the truth, as ugly as it may be.” Pausing, he looked to the ceiling and continued. “In order for us to have a future together, I must be honest with you about my past.”

Kelly was speechless. “Future together? He wants a future with me?”

The impact of his words shocked her. She was roused from her thoughts by Vader’s baritone voice.

“I don’t expect you to be able to understand everything I tell you. I hope that after I do, you will still want to stay with me.” He took her hands in his. Suddenly he seemed very weary, as if the weight of the world were on his shoulders.

“I will stay with you, no matter what you have to tell me! It won’t change the way I feel. I...I.....I love you.” Kelly jumped up, throwing her arms around him once more. “There! I said it! I admit it, I love him. I love this dark, mysterious and tortured man, whom I know absolutely nothing about.”

Vader lightly placed his fingers to her forehead. “Yes, your mind is open to me. I feel your love for me is pure and unselfish. I wish I had been able to use this power before, I would have known......” he voice trailed off.

He embraced her and said, “I feel the same about you, my Earth girl. Nothing I own means more to me than you. Before you came into my life, I was but half a man. It was you, untainted by the rumors and news reports about me, who was brave enough to look beneath the mask and see me for who I really am. You have made me feel whole.”

Pulling away, he gently sat her back down on the bed. Then he told her as much of his past as he thought she could handle. He told her about Padme, his wife, and how he thought for a long time that he had been responsible for her death. And about Obi-Wan, his mentor and friend who had made him this way. He told her about the Emperor and how he was indebted to him for saving his life when Obi-Wan had left him for dead. He revealed to her his shock upon learning that the one responsible for destroying the Death Star was none other than his very own son, Luke Skywalker.

He explained his desperate search for Luke, hoping his son would join him in overthrowing the Emperor. But an unexpected twist of fate allowed Palpatine the opportunity to poison Luke’s mind, thus convincing him he would gain more power if he destroyed the Sith Lord.

“But Luke failed to defeat me on Bespin. I may have killed him had you not interrupted me. It was something you said that reminded me of what I had given up before. I realized I didn’t want to go down that path again, so I chose to go with you instead.”

Kelly tried to absorb everything he said. Vader, at one time married and had a son who just happened to be Luke! Her Luke. And now he was telling her that his very own son was trying to kill him. She couldn’t believe Luke was capable of such a thing. “Oh shit, if he ever knew what I did with Luke he might kill us both!”

“There’s more,” Vader said, his voice taking on a more malignant tone.

“More?” Kelly asked incredulously, bracing herself for another revelation.

“Yes, I had Luke’s severed arm retrieved from Bespin and brought on board for testing. Apparently the DNA results show that Luke is NOT my son after all.”

“Then who IS Luke’s father?” Kelly asked. As soon as the words left her lips she regretted saying them.

“It was the ultimate betrayal, and by the two I loved and trusted the most! I don’t think Luke even knows the truth himself. Nor does the Emperor for that matter. I am sure of it!” Vader walked to the only window in the room and looked out at the blackness of space.

“Obi-Wan is Luke’s father,” he said evenly, his blue eyes turning amber

CORUSCANT: IMPERIAL PALACE

The pain was relentless. New blood, mixed with the old, dripped down his back and legs forming a dark red puddle on the floor below. Cries for mercy went unanswered. His face stained from the tears that could no longer be shed, Luke hung from the restraints like a lifeless scarecrow. His head lolled to one side, the young boy drifted in and out of consciousness barely aware of his surroundings.

The old man stood in the shadows, his eyes boring into Luke's back. As soon as he had seen Luke's condition, upon his arrival back at the palace, Palpatine could sense Luke's defeat. Lord Vader had won this round. He'd underestimated his apprentice.

The Emperor was so infuriated, that he had refused Luke any medical help even though he had begged for it.

"Please master! Help me!" Luke was on his knees clutching his right arm.

"Help you? Do you realize the consequences of what has transpired? Your failure to kill Lord Vader has provided him with a most unfortunate advantage! You will not be able to use the element of surprise again, for he will be ready and waiting." He stood over the ailing Luke, pointing a misshapen finger at him. "I am not so sure you are as strong in the Force as your father is. There is something amiss......." The Emperor's voice trailed off and his face became as mask of disgust. He waved his hand in the air dismissively.

The Red Guards dragged Luke into an adjoining room, stripped him of his clothing and strapped him onto a cold metal table. There, the Emperor unleashed his fury on his young apprentice. Luke's body thrashed unmercifully, leaving stinging red welts across his torso and legs. Palpatine then propelled Luke's body into convulsions from his assaults with Force lightning. After what seemed an eternity of incessant punishment, the room fell silent.

The table rose so that the Emperor was at eye-level with the young apprentice.

"Wake up!" one of the Red Guards commanded, slapping Luke on each cheek, trying to rouse him.

Luke strained to open his eyes. He lifted his head and tried to speak.

"Luke, can you hear me?" the Emperor asked in a raspy voice.

"Master,.... yes,... I hear you." Luke's reply was barely above a whisper but he was very much awake and listening.

"Good. Listen carefully. You know what must be done. Vader must be dealt with! As of this very moment his fleet is en route. It is imperative that he be stopped before reaching Coruscant. This will be your last and only chance, so I suggest you make it count. Make no mistake, Vader is a master in the Force and if you fail you will pay for it with your life. " The old mans eyes flashed amber as his mouth turned into a frown.

Luke closed his eyes and nodded his head, "I will not fail you this time, Master."

"Take him to the infirmary." The Emperor waved his hand in dismissal.

EXECUTOR: BRIDGE

“My Lord, you wanted to see me?” Admiral Piett asked.

“Yes Admiral. Set our course for Coruscant and inform General Veers I wish to meet with him,” Vader told him.

“Coruscant, my Lord?” Piett burrowed his brow.

“That’s what I said. Did you not hear me!?” Vader raised his voice in anger. Several of the bridge personnel’s heads popped up.

“Yes, yes, I’m sorry my Lord, right away!” Piett stammered, remembering Admiral Ozzel.

Moments later General Veers approached. Vader wasted no time and informed Veers he would need several of his best men to accompany him on a mission to Coruscant.

Veers opened his mouth to speak, but thought better of it. The General assured Vader his men would be ready then took his leave.

CORUSCANT

Staying only long enough to clean and hastily patch his wounds, Luke left the infirmary a changed man. The boyish grin gone, his face took on a dark and sinister appearance. His eyes were no longer blue, they smoldered with hatred.

Before taking his leave with an elite squadron of troopers, Luke once more made an appearance before the Emperor. This time the Emperor had a different lesson to teach his young apprentice. After they had finished the Emperor removed something from a black silken lined box.

“You will need this,” he said handing Luke a new lightsaber.

Luke ignited the weapon and immediately the fiery sword hummed to life. The power of the saber was exhilarating. Swinging the lightsaber back and forth he could feel the heat emanating from its blade. A beastly feeling overtook Luke. He spun, brandishing the lightsaber and severed the head of the nearest trooper.

“Yes,” he said dryly, “I will need this.”

He stepped over the body without as much as a second thought.

EXECUTOR

“Do NOT leave this room for any reason. I don’t want to be worrying about you. Promise me!” Vader was seated on Kelly's bed while she sat on his lap.

“I won’t! I promise!” Kelly was getting annoyed. He must have repeated himself a hundred times, treating her like she was brain dead.

“I must face Luke again. It’s inenvitable. I,.....we won’t be free until then.” Vader pulled Kelly closer and wrapped his arms around her.

“What about the Emperor?” Kelly leaned her head against his chest.

“I can do nothing about the Emperor. He is, after all, still my Master. He seeks to replace me. This will be a fight to the death. It is not the first time the Emperor had designs to replace me. This time, the stakes are higher.” Vader caressed Kelly’s face. “I will not be fighting for my life, but for yours too."

Vader made love to Kelly one last time before he left. They took their time, enjoying each other to the fullest. But time was a luxury that Vader knew he didn't have. He donned the black armor and grabbed his lightsaber.

Before leaving her in the safety of her private room, Vader ran a gloved finger down her cheek.

"I will return. Be ready for me when I do." Cupping her chin, he lifted her face to him. Tears swelled in Kelly's eyes but she refused to let them fall. Instead she nodded and gave him her bravest smile. His cape swaying behind him, he took his leave, only stopping briefly to secure the door.

Several hours later, that same door effortlessly slid open and Vader marched in. He quickly strode over to Kelly, who was lying on the bed, and grabbed her by the arm.

“We must leave this ship immediately!” he announced. His breathing and manner very erratic.

“What’s happened?” Kelly asked, quite alarmed by now.

“The Emperor knows you are here. I must get you to safety. We must move quickly before he arrives.” Vader intoned as he pulled Kelly toward the exit.

“The Emperor is coming,….. here?” she asked, a thousand questions swimming around in her head.

Swiftly Vader led her through the Executor. The ship’s personnel gave them funny and confused looks as they made their way to the hanger. Kelly thought it odd that they seemed to be the only ones frantic for the Emperor’s arrival.

Once at the hanger, Vader led them to his TIE fighter. Some of the hanger crew stood back and looked on as Vader pushed Kelly into the ship. One technician approached them as if to say something, but thought better of it when Vader swung around and met his gaze. The man turned white and backed off. Vader entered the ship and wasted no time in starting the engine ignition procedures.

“Where will we go?” Kelly asked, strapping herself into the harness.

Vader ignored her as the ship moved out of the hanger and slipped into the blackness of space.

They traveled for several minutes in silence. Vader’s massive form at the controls sent shivers of excitement down her spine. Finally, she couldn’t stand the silence any longer.

“Where are we going, my Lord?” she ventured.

Suddenly, her surroundings shifted and melted away. The interior of the TIE fighter gave way to the interior of a Rebel fighter. Kelly’s eyes widened in realization of impending horror.

Turning to face her, the chimera of Lord Vader faded and the form of Luke Skywalker emerged.

“Coruscant,” was the emotionless reply.

To be continued...

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