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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Part 1
- 3-Part 2
- 4-Part 3
- 5-Part 4
- 6-Part 5
- 7-Part 6
- 8-Part 7
- 2
- 3
- 4
Part 2

"All warfare is based on deception. Hence, when able
to attack, we must seem unable; when using our forces,
we must seem inactive; when we are near, we must make
the enemy believe we are far away; when far away, we
must make him believe we are near."

- Sun Tsu

My name is Si-Nia Rohar... and I am from the planet
Danumar.
DANUMAR

Rohar Vacation Retreat

My husband, Daharshi, and I were making love when
the troopers burst in through our doors. He was still
inside me when they killed him. They just shot him
through the back. At first I did not know what was
happening. One scream was all I could manage
before the shock of it set in to numb my senses. I
stared up at my husband�s still face for an
immeasurable amount of time - his deep brown eyes
open but unseeing. I knew he would never again look
upon me. He would never laugh with me. He would never
hold me in his arms. I knew this even though I could
not yet comprehend it.
I soon would.
�The Emperor has an assignment for you.� One of the
helmeted men said in an accent I did not recognize.
Then he was pulling my naked form out from under the
dead body of my husband by my upper arm. I tried to
cover my naked breasts from them, though they did not
seem interested in me that way in the least. They
spoke to me, but my mind would not process what they
were saying. Their words were muffled, as if they
were coming from a great distance, and everything
was moving so horridly slow...
My eyes drifted back to where my husband lay in
a heap upon our bed. Suddenly reality became clear
and sharp and loud - as if I had awakened from a
bad dream to find that my demons were still
persuing me. It was then I began to scream. The
trooper who held me slapped me hard across the
face twice - the second time sent me flying
against the wall. I slid down to the floor
in tears of pain and anguish. How could this be
happening to us? We were so happy. We were part of
one of the most powerful families on Danumar.
�You can stand up and put some clothing on, or we
can drag you out of here kicking, screaming, and
naked.� The trooper said, his blaster pointing at
me. �It makes no difference to us as long as we get
you to the Emperor alive.�
�And what of my husband?� I cried out. �Was he not
supposed to be kept alive?� I could feel my face
already begin to swell as I yelled at him.
�Our orders were kill the man, take the woman.� He
said as he picked me up by my hair.
Abuse. Something I would soon have to get used to.
�You�ve made your decision then?� He asked, his
white helmet moving up and down as he looked me
over before throwing me to two of the others. They
each held one of my arms and I began struggling and
crying out wildly as they dragged me from the room -
kicking, screaming, and naked...just as he had said
he would.

****

CORUSCANT

Imperial Palace

I could see nothing but his grim and scarred
smile from underneath the black hood. The rest
of his face was nothing more than a suggestion.
Anything could have been underneath the dark
material hiding him from my sight. I stood
naked in front of his throne, scared and shivering.
I did not have to see his eyes to know he was
appraising me with malicious satisfation. I could
feel it.
�You look just like her.� He said quietly. �Very
good.� Even in my fear, my anger was acute; my
sadness, overwhelming. I wanted to die. Why had
they killed Daharshi but left me alive?
�What do you want from me?� I demanded, tears
streaking my face.
�Your compliance, my dear, nothing more.� I was
quiet as I contemplated his words. He motioned
to one of the guards behind me. �Get this young
woman a cloak. We wouldn�t want her thinking we�re
uncivilized.� His smile widened grotesquely. �Now
would we?� Moments later a cloak was wrapped around
my body. I glared at the monstrosity before me.
�Why my husband?� I cried through a voice so thick
it hurt to speak. �He was a good man!�
�Oh, I have no doubt.� The Emperor responded.
�Sometimes things must be done so that the people
we are dealing with understand the gravity of
the situation. It is unfortunate, of course...very
unfortunate, indeed. Your husband being such
a...good man.�

I said nothing. There had been talk, malicious
gossip, about my husband mistreating - raping -
slave girls. It was nothing but false words.
Though such things were common among many men of
the aristocracy, Daharshi wasn't like that. He
was a good man and he did not deserve what had
happened to him.
�You think you have lost everything, hmmm?� He
continued as he shook his head slowly. �So many
have fooled themselves into thinking love is
equal to life. They would give up everything for
it.� He laughed quietly, and somehow I knew he
was no longer talking about me. �What of your
children, Si-Nia? Have you even once considered
them?� My eyes widened in horror. Jamro. Aiya. Not
once had I even thought about them. What kind of
mother was I?
�What have you done with them?� I screamed. The
thing smiled, its blackened teeth were enough to
make me sick.
�Nothing...yet.� He said. �And if you wish for that
to be my response every time you inquire about them
you will listen closely, and obey all I command.�
Fresh tears flowed as I instinctively wrapped the
cloak tighter around me. My chin quivered and I
clenched my eyes shut as I, a daughter born to one
of the most noble houses of Danumar, bowed like a
peasant to her lord and master.
�Yes, Your Majesty.� I whispered, swallowing my
pride. My children were everything to me, and
all I had left. They were worth my pride and more.
It smiled wider than before and my skin felt as
though it would pull from my bones and slither
away.
�Good.� He rumbled approvingly. �I knew you would
approach this intelligently.� I said nothing. �Now,
the task I set before you is simple. I have an
apprentice with whom my trust is growing...a
bit strained. You are to be my eyes and ears, my
emissary, if you will. I'm giving you to him." I
flinched at the idea, which amused him. "Ah, yes.
You shall be known to him as a slave girl from
Danumar. It will be upon him to name you, of course.
But if he refuses, you shall name yourself Padm�.
It should...please him greatly. You will be with him
at all times, especially when he is off Coruscant
aboard his flagship, The Enforcer.� I tilted my
head as I took in all this information and then
I realized what the Emperor meant me to do.
�The Enforcer?� I repeated shakily, as I found
myself trying hard to think of a word to describe
the horrible feeling pooling in my gut.
There wasn�t one.
�You�ve heard of it then.� He said. Looking down was
my only response as I tried to still my shivering.
�I suppose it would be safe to assume you have
heard of my apprentice as well?� He paused, and then
he uttered the most terrifying name besides his.
�Lord Vader?�
�Vader?� The word came from me in a whisper. I
looked up slowly with wide eyes - terror gripping
my very soul.
�I see I assumed correctly.� He said, his grin filled
with horrible glee. �You are right to fear him, my
dear girl.� That was all he had to say. The stories
of Vader's cruelty were spread far across the galaxy.
There was not one child on Danumar who did not go to
sleep wondering if the dark lord was hiding in the
shadowed corner of their bedroom. Some stories were
too horrible to believe. Indeed, I had half thought
him made up completely.
�I am to-to spy on Lord Vader?� I stammered. �He
will kill me if I am discovered.�
�Yes.� The Emperor agreed. �But, I will kill you
and your entire family if you refuse me. I suggest,
for your sake and theirs, you don't get caught."
He paused. �I have gone to great lengths to find
the right woman for this task. Your resemblance in
both appearance and demeanor to someone who was
very dear to my apprentice is... haunting." His sneer
sent chills down my spine that made me want to vomit. �So, you will
away to the Star Destroyer at once, as a gift,
shall we say, for young Vader? You will watch,
listen, and report everything directly to me.�
He jerked his chin at his guards, and in an instant
my arms were seized from behind. "Oh, and one last
thing. You shall want to prepare yourself, my dear.
From what I've heard, life with Lord Vader as your
master will not be what you are accustomed to. When next
we meet, perhaps you can tell me if it compares
much to a slave's life on Danumar.�
I stared at the Emperor, his twisted cackle ringing
in my ears. This thing sitting on the throne ruling
the galaxy...it had evil in its heart.
As the guards pulled me away, I had the horrible
feeling my children were already dead - as I soon
surely would be, one way or another. If I had any
way of confirming this to be true, I would have spat
at the Emperor's feet and gladly awaited death in any
form. But there was no way of knowing, and if my
children were alive, I had to do everything in my
power to keep them that way.
Everything.

****

The journey to Vader's ship was spent being
instructed on how to appear as if I had been a
slave from birth. It was the complete opposite
from the way I was raised. No longer was I able
to speak my mind, make direct eye contact, or
know the comfort and safety my superior blood and
breeding had always afforded me. Now it was eyes
down. Head bowed. Never talk back. Act subdued,
resigned to one's fate. It dawned on me I was not
just pretending to be a slave - I truly was one.
And with bitter insight, I knew that, though many
did not see it yet, under Palpatine we would all
be slaves eventually.

****************

"We must embrace pain, and burn it as fuel on our
journey."

- Kenji Miyazawa

2 MONTHS LATER

Two planets, Nardona and Tagoh, had been giving my
Master reason to suspect they were not willing
pawns in his continued bid for supreme power. He knew,
however, my presence in their system would be very
motivating, and that they would soon fall in line.
Now that the leaders of these planets knew their
brand of trouble would not be tolerated, due largely
to the fact that many of them were now dead, my
assignment in the outer rim was complete. After a
year of being away I was going back to Coruscant.
�Do you enjoy it?� The slave asked me as we voyaged
back to the capital. I lay naked on my bed looking
over some information on a data pad. I was close to
finding Obi-Wan, I could feel it in every bone of
my body. Boba Fett was good at finding information,
especially when he feared for his life. The girl had
been standing so silently against the wall I had
forgotten she was even there. I looked up at her
without moving my head. She continued, �Hurting those
who cannot fight back?� I was quiet, and after a
moment I set the data pad down, and sat up. As I
looked her over with slow, cold deliberation, she
began to shift nervously.
�And where did that question come from?� I asked
calmly, already thinking of ways to punish her.
She opened her mouth to answer, but I stood up
suddenly and raised a hand which caused her to snap
her lips shut and hurriedly dip her head. �No need
to tell me. I already know.� I sauntered over to
where she stood. When I was close enough I reached
out and grasped her chin, forcing her head up so her
terrified eyes met my punishing gaze. I ran a thumb
over her soft bottom lip and her breathing instantly
sped up. My eyes idly traveled down to her mouth.
�It came from these lips.� She swallowed hard as
I looked at her suggestively from beneath lowered
lids.
Even with her hair so short she still looked so
much like Padm�.
My hand went from her chin to roughly fist the
hair at the back of her head. She whimpered in
surprise as I brought her face within an inch
of mine.
�Do you enjoy torturing me?� I whispered harshly
through my teeth. I pulled harder on her hair just
to see the tears well in her eyes. I wanted to hurt
her. I wanted to kill her. She shook her head in
the negative and crushed herself back against the
wall in a pathetic effort to get as far away from
me as she could. I was having none of that, and I
cruelly pressed my body into hers.
�N...no, master. Please.� She begged.
Please. That word!
I gave another swift, hard pull at the handful of
imprisoned hair I held. The girl squealed in pain
and a feeling of dark satisfaction coursed its way
through my body.
�That word offends me.� I said in a voice dripping
with disgust. She tried to nod in acknowledgement
but found herself unable to do so without causing
herself more pain. Stupid girl.
�I-I�m sorry. I do not wish to offend you. I-� I
yanked her hair again - making it impossible for her
to finish. I could feel the sting of tears behind my
own eyes as I stared at her. How was it possible
she could look so much like the one who had destroyed
me? HOW?
I slammed the girl hard against the wall and crashed
my lips down over hers before I even knew exactly
what I was doing. I could only think about how I
wanted her to hurt as much as I hurt. I wanted to
brutalize this girl. Every inch of her. I wanted to
make her scream in agony. I pressed my mouth hard
against hers, making certain we both tasted blood
before thrusting my tongue inside. She mewled
helplessly as I pinned her to the wall by her
shoulders and ground my hardening length into
her belly. She struggled against me so I bit her
tongue and she shuddered in pain. I pulled away
from her to get a good look at the wonderful fear
in her eyes and smiled darkly at her, even as I
felt my heart contract painfully again and again.
I ignored it, just pushed it away. I would make
this girl hurt so I would not have to hurt anymore.
I ripped open her dress to the waist with no effort.
She flinched and instinctively tried to cover herself.
I grabbed hold of her wrists and held them up above
her head - stretching her lean body taut. Perfect,
round breasts pressed enticingly against my bare chest.
�I�m going to fuck you against this wall.� I said,
letting my anger and hate seep out. �And from this
moment on you will know where the word �please� will
get you.� She shook her head as tears slipped down
her face.
�No...no!� She cried uselessly. I tilted my head and
leaned into her, licking the tears slowly from her
face. My lips pulled back into something barely
resembling a smile. Seconds later I had torn the rest
of her dress from her body and was gripping her hips
tightly as I pushed as hard as I could into her warmth.
She cried out and clawed at my shoulders. I did not
care. I wanted her to hate me as much as I hated her.
I wanted her to try and cause me pain. I picked her up,
bracing her against the wall as I pumped in and out of
her at a furious pace. Each time I invaded her body, her
back hit the wall with a resounding, satisfying thud.
I grunted and panted in pleasure against her neck
even as she wailed and called for someone to save
her. Who would aid her - even if they heard? It was
a thought I am sure must have crossed her mind. Yet
still she called out in a useless bid for help which
would never materialize.
Stop this! Anakin! The shocked and pleading
voice shouted in my head. There were times when I
would stop to think about who it may have been, but
this time I did not. This time I gritted my teeth and
continued onward. My mouth found the slave�s again
and I sucked harshly at her lips and tongue just
to spite the voice tormenting me. She would not give
up struggling, which only intensified my pleasure, and
my anger. Pathetic girl...
Her warm mouth tasted comfortably of fruit, and I
found myself savoring her sweet flavor. I groaned
into her mouth as my thick shaft plundered her body.
She scratched down my back and I could feel the sting
of pain as her nails drew blood. I was glad. We were
hurting each other then. There was nothing pretty
about what I was doing to her and I expected
nothing pretty in return. I pulled my mouth away and
heard her gasp for air as I began licking and
sucking at her neck. The pleasure was welling up
intoxicatingly inside me. But even as the physical
satisfaction of what I was doing began to overwhelm
me, there were still the thoughts. Always the thoughts.
I could not escape them regardless of how skilled
with the Force I became. They were my demons. And
they were always in the form of her.
�Padm�...� I whispered into the girl�s neck. For a
brief moment she ceased her struggles, as though she
were trying to understand something, but I kept
thrusting myself into her depths. Pushing. Pumping.
Feeling her inner walls contract. Pressing into her.
Filling her up with my pain. Gods, it felt so good to
hurt someone that way - to not be the only one in
pain.
I gripped her legs, and forced her to wrap them around
my back before leaning forward to press my sweat dampened
forehead to hers.
�Fuck me.� I demanded quietly, not attempting to hide
the lust from my eyes. She still looked so terrified,
and not one part of me was bothered by it. She nodded
slowly and began meeting my thrusts with her own. My
head fell back and my eyes slid shut as we melted into
each other. I knew, even as her body seemed to be
reacting with pleasure, that she was not enjoying what
we were doing. But I didn't care. She ground herself
against my body and it felt wonderfully wrong.
I thrust one last time and everything came crashing
down as I spurted my seed into her core. I let my
weight fall against her and became aware she was
crying softly. I pulled out of her and dropped her
to the floor. She hid her face and her body shook
as she continued to sob in silence. I swallowed hard
as I looked down at her - confused at what I was
feeling. Sympathy? Remorse? I clenched my jaw and
let the feeling fade away. I picked up her ruined
dress and wiped the evidence of our impromptu
fucking session off my cock and threw it down at her.
I smiled coldly.
�You may want to get that mended.� I said, and walked
away from her feeling quite spent.

****

CORUSCANT

Lord Vader's Official Imperial Quarters

I tread slowly into my official apartment on
Coruscant and found myself on the balcony over
looking the city. From here I could see the building
that was once my home - the Jedi Temple. I had been a
child within those walls - had grown to be a man. So
many years of my life spent contemplating the Force,
denying my true nature. Had I ever been a good man?
I closed my eyes at the thought, and then turned away
from the scene. There was no point in remembering my
past. There was no time. I had to focus on the task
at hand: finding Obi-Wan and my children.
And killing the Emperor.
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