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Aristo-nobi Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 6/12/05 11:13am Subject: Warm Breeze in the Snow Storm-Vader leds the massacre of Naboo (Skywalkers galore) A/N 01/04 - Date Edited: 1/4/06 3:38pm (18 edits total) Edited By: Aristo-nobi
	Summary: About 10 years before ANH, so about 10 years after Anakin’s turn to the dark side, Vader suit and all. Vader is commanded by the Emperor to personally oversee the massacre of the Nubians. But what happens when a painfully familiar family, the Naberrie’s (with no Padmé) appear suddenly, throwing Vader back into his haunting past? What will Vader do? Reviews are greatly appreciated! -----signature----- "In the end they do give into their emotions... and ultimately they will suffer the consequences." - George Lucas, in reference to Anakin & Padme in Ep II COLLEGE ROSE BOWL '06 - USC vs. UT: USC will massacre UT like Anakin did to the Tuskens! Go USC!!
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Aristo-nobi Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 6/12/05 11:14am Subject: RE: A Warm Breeze in the Snow Storm- POST ROTS Vader leds the massacre of Naboo - Date Edited: 6/12/05 11:16am (1 edits total) Edited By: Aristo-nobi
	A Warm Breeze in the Snow Storm The Emperor’s Command His knees ached from kneeling for so long on the holo-transmission platform of the Executor. Even cybernetic limbs couldn’t last comfortably in this position of servitude for a long period of time. Yet he ignored the pain in his mechanical extensions as his eyes widened in surprise behind his dark mask. “Personally?” “Yes,” the Emperor replied, staring hard at his apprentice over the live video link. “I want you to oversee it... personally.” He sneered, “I don’t want you to hide in your ship in the planet’s atmosphere.” Darth Vader clenched his gloves firsts, hatred and anger cursing through what was left of his veins. “Master, I assure you, I have no reason to hide from any planet anywhere.” “This wipeout of a planet that held such an emotional meaning to you will be a fitting way to punish you for your failure on Alderaan.” Vader’s rage intensified tenfold. He knew that it wasn’t his fault that the recent inspections on Alderaan had not been as in-depth as his master and he had wanted. That trickster Bail Organa had used loop holes in the law that even Vader hadn’t known about to restrict the Empire’s avid interest in the planet. Both of the Dark Lords were sure that there was some involvement of the rebel alliance with Alderaan, but even they could not go to the large scale drastic measures that they wanted to use without Senatorial permission. They were left to use undercover spies and small scale, off the record assaults to achieve what little information they had gathered. It was no matter, though. Lord Sidious had informed his apprentice of his plans to rid the galaxy of the Senate once and for all. It would just take time. Too much time for Vader’s liking, but he had learned the hard way to not argue with his master. Besides, he still hated politics—he always had, and always would. “There is no such emotional meaning to me, Master. Naboo is simply a planet that did not heed the power and warning of the Empire, and so must be dealt with.” “Oh, I’m quite sure it will be enough to destroy whatever traces of Skywalker have lingered in you over the past ten years.” “There are no traces left of him to destroy.” The twist grin on Sidious’s face disappeared, leaving behind only a look of malevolence. “You will stop arguing with me now, Lord Vader. It would be wise, my friend.” “I am under your command, My Master.” The dark smile returned to the elder being’s pale, wrinkled face. “I know.” He slumped back in his black throne, the one which he had issued such terrifyingly powerful orders from, with an air for his apprentice to carry on with business. “Very well,” Vader replied, forcing himself to sound calm. “I will oversee the capture and storage of the Nubians personally.” The words came out monotonous, a large contrast to what he was truly feeling. “Where would you prefer me to start, My Lord?” He had a pretty good idea of where. The emperor had the twisted humor to pretend to think for a few moments before replying. “Theed.” Vader managed to swallow. He had some how been able to forget the name of the beautiful capital city of Naboo. Just hearing the appellation of the city, even from the lips of a man so wicked, flooded a well of memories he did not like remembering. They came to the surface in an icy, drenching wave. However, Lord Vader had spent a considerable amount of time over the past ten years learning how to hide his emotions from his master. He evoked that skill now. “Yes, My Master.” The emperor seemed to shrug his shoulders under all the dark robes he wore. What could be seen of his face from under his hood appeared to look thoughtful, a rare look for the small, menacing man. “The Nubians,” he mused, “such kind people. Such kind people who helped bring me to ultimate power, if you remember.” He smiled threateningly as he watched Vader tense. Darth Vader did not like to remember, obviously. Emperor Palpatine drove the knife in a little harder. “Noooo, noooo. That was you, wasn’t it, Lord Vader? You brought me to power.” “I followed my master’s instructions,” Darth Vader replied briskly, not liking where this conversation was suddenly going. “Oh, now what master might that have been?” The man on the screen did not bother to hide his wicked smile. Lord Vader stood tall-- well, as much as he could while kneeling-- refusing to let the Emperor affect him. “The only master Darth Vader has ever had.” The emperor sunk back more into his grand, black chair, the Coruscant skyline behind him. “Very good answer, Vader. Good boy.” Vader clenched his fists tighter than ever. He was being treated like a dog. The Sith Lord didn’t like it. “The capture of Nubians, My Lord?” Even he heard the obviously forced calmness in his voice this time. But Emperor Palpatine continued as if he hadn’t heard him. “But… if it wasn’t you who brought me to power… and if it wasn’t the Nubians… then, now let me think back much farther in time… it must have been a certain young woman.” “The capture, My Lord!” He seemed not to listen and sat up a little. “Let me see now… a young, naïve queen… let me place her name…” “The capture on Naboo, My Lord!” The Emperor, who had been looking off into space, turned and stared directly at Lord Vader. “Perhaps you know the name of the last senator of the Republic from Naboo.” He was taunting him, seeing how much anger and frustration he could create in his dark apprentice. It was a game his master had played before, but never, never on this subject, or anything close to it. The round-a-bout mentions of... his former Jedi master had occurred more than once, but never about... her. Needing to escape from those dangerous thoughts, Vader looked right back at his master, letting the anger and fury fuel his rage, erasing the thoughts from his mind that he did not want his master to read. “No, My Lord, I cannot. All I know on the subject is that you needed to be in power, and you were brought into it. The galaxy needed you to bring peace when the Republic was being ripped apart, and you fulfilled the duty. The New Order has thrived under your leadership.” The Emperor seemed satisfied with his answer, and reclined in his chair once more. He even smiled… if you could call that a smile. After a moment, his face returned to the usual dull, talking-about-business-now look. “Take care of the most important citizens first. Work your way down. I want everyone sorted into camps—even the lowest peasants.” His snickered returned with a faint ‘smile’. “Such kind people, the Nubians... such kind people...” His lightface slowly turned to stone. His yellow eyes were hard and piercing. “Slaughter them.” “My Lord?” “Yes, I changed my mind. I don’t want the important ones in camp. No—" he paused again, "put all the politically important ones in camps… for now. I’ll deal with them later.” His eyes, if possible, appeared even more dangerous. He continued, “Anyone outside the political circle,” he waved his hand carelessly, “kill them.” “Perhaps it would be better if we limited our annihilations of the people of the planet.” It was Darth Vader talking, no one else. “My Lord, once the rest of the galaxy hears that Your Highness wiped out almost the entire population of a peaceful, rich planet, the number of fools within the Rebellion may increase,” he finished. “You mean, once the galaxy hears who you wiped out, Lord Vader.” “My Lord—” “SILENCE!” The Emperor had a frustrated, angry look on his face. Even through all the billons miles of space in between them, he could feel that his apprentice was also speaking with only business in mind. “The Rebellion is nothing more than a nuisance! They will be crushed!” To add to his heated short speech he slammed his clenched fist on his armchair. Then he paused, breathing heavily. “But... I don’t need this nuisance to grow by even one number, no matter if this idiotic resistance will be destroyed within the very near future. Lord Vader,” he cleared his throat, a disgusting sound, “you will only put half of the non-politically involved population to death. Split all major cities in two. Half will life, half will die. Those involved in the political circle are to be put into camps. Those living in the isolated country areas may... live.” He finished his words gruffly, almost reluctantly, his low voice trembling. “As you wish, My Lord.” Vader bowed deeply to his master on the video screen. “Is there anything more, My Master?” The Emperor’s yellow eyes seemed to dart briefly, as he thought if there was anything else he could command of his servant. Eventually, his eyes narrowed on the view screen into dangerous slits. “Do not fail me again, Lord Vader.” Vader bowed again, and the connection was broken. TBC... -----signature----- "In the end they do give into their emotions... and ultimately they will suffer the consequences." - George Lucas, in reference to Anakin & Padme in Ep II COLLEGE ROSE BOWL '06 - USC vs. UT: USC will massacre UT like Anakin did to the Tuskens! Go USC!!
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searth_99 Registered: Oct '01	Date Posted: 6/12/05 11:29am Subject: RE: A Warm Breeze in the Snow Storm/POST ROTS/Vader leds the massacre of Naboo
	Yea!so glad you're posting again!:) love it so far!:P
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NaomiOrganaSolo Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 6/12/05 11:40am Subject: RE: A Warm Breeze in the Snow Storm/POST ROTS/Vader leds the massacre of Naboo
	Like this a lot. Could be very interesting... -----signature----- "Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today." - James Dean "Coffee is fine for the body but tea is the drink of the soul." Proud Member of the JTC - Official Sarcasm Provider
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Aristo-nobi Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 6/12/05 1:30pm Subject: RE: A Warm Breeze in the Snow Storm/POST ROTS/Vader leds the massacre of Naboo
	searth_99 - You remember me? YAY! I'm guessing you remember me from either Realizations or What Was Almost the First Kiss? Goodness, I haven't posted stories here in so long... Thank you for reviewing! NaomiOrganaSolo - Oooh, first off, I REALLY like your screen name. I've always loved the name Naomi-- very beautiful. Thank you for leaving a comment! I promise, it gets MUCH more interesting as the plot develops... -----signature----- "In the end they do give into their emotions... and ultimately they will suffer the consequences." - George Lucas, in reference to Anakin & Padme in Ep II COLLEGE ROSE BOWL '06 - USC vs. UT: USC will massacre UT like Anakin did to the Tuskens! Go USC!!
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Alethia Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 6/12/05 3:35pm Subject: RE: A Warm Breeze in the Snow Storm/POST ROTS/Vader leds the massacre of Naboo
	Interesting beginning. I like the way Palpatine toyed with Vader and Vader's reactions to it. Being sent to Naboo, with that intent... And the barbs about Padme were well done too. Palpatine really is sadistic here. Great job, with that, by the way. Looking forwards to reading more. -----signature----- Jen, High Scholar and Ponderer of all Things Verily Blue, and Official caller of Suz, Crusader of Heretics and Knight of the Blue 1000 Now sacrificing Movie Garfield
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Jazz_Skywalker Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 6/12/05 4:11pm Subject: RE: A Warm Breeze in the Snow Storm/POST ROTS/Vader leds the massacre of Naboo
	Ooh, I love this story (I'm also reading it on FF.net). I hope you update soon! uppies, jazz -----signature----- currently working on NaNo 2007 (won) 11/24: 50,000+!
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Aristo-nobi Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 6/12/05 7:31pm Subject: RE: A Warm Breeze in the Snow Storm/POST ROTS/Vader leds the massacre of Naboo - Date Edited: 6/12/05 10:36pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Aristo-nobi
	Alethia - Thank you very, very much for your kind compliments. I swear, I was blushing! I absolutely love tense Vader/Emperor moments. Two evil guys with tempers... makes for an interesting scene! Thanks again for the generous comments. Jazz_Skywalker - Ah yes! I know you from FF.net as well! I'm so glad that you enjoy this story! Thank you very much for leaving such a sweet review. The next update WILL be tomorrow... or possibly even tonight if I get bored enough. We shall see! EDIT: (3 Hours Later) Ehh... I got bored. shrugs Post is up! -----signature----- "In the end they do give into their emotions... and ultimately they will suffer the consequences." - George Lucas, in reference to Anakin & Padme in Ep II COLLEGE ROSE BOWL '06 - USC vs. UT: USC will massacre UT like Anakin did to the Tuskens! Go USC!!
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Aristo-nobi Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 6/12/05 10:33pm Subject: RE: A Warm Breeze in the Snow Storm/POST ROTS/Vader leds the massacre of Naboo - Date Edited: 6/13/05 7:58pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Aristo-nobi
	A Warm Breeze in the Snow Storm Swirling Emotions He had forgotten how green everything was—or how blue. The baby blue of the sky, the sapphire blue of the oceans. He had forgotten how the waterfalls fell in such terrible fury, yet their power never veered from their path; the gravitational pull was too strong. He had had an anchor like that too, long ago, something to keep his fury from consuming everything around him. However, that pull, instead of being a geographic force from the center of a planet, had been of chocolate locks of hair, red lips, and two brown pools that he had spent mornings, evenings, and nights drowning in... Darth Vader clenched his mechanical hand into a fist and brought it crashing down upon the transport’s counter top, leaving a dent that no one would ever care to fix. Damn! He had known that revisiting Naboo would bring up memories of that weaklings life, the life that he used to call his own, yet he had still set a goal of trying keep his head clear. But as soon as the transport ship he was on from the Executor had emerged past Naboo’s white clouds, and he had caught his first sight of the planet in ten years, his head had been anything but clear. Things change, Darth Vader thought reluctantly, and furiously, to himself. Especially when they are taken from you. Of course, in reality the planet had diminished some in ten years, the tight-grip of Emperor Palpatine having choked some of its beauty, but Vader stood nevertheless in awe of the glamour before him. At that moment, a rare one, he was glad he was wearing a mask. He became angry just at the thought of what the other main commands around him might think if they saw his eyes, which no doubt were wide in wonder. If Vader had looked around, he would have seen that the others weren’t paying attention to anything, not even him—all of their eyes were transfixed on the lush planet emerging quickly in front of them. Vader commanded himself to get a tight grip on his dangerous emotions. Darth Vader, Sith Lord, did not stand in awe of something. He destroyed it. He did allow the painful memories, and no other, to intrude into his mind. The recollections of the last time he had been on Naboo hounded him. He concentrated on one memory in particular. ---FLASHBACK--- “Where is she?!” “Please—” “I won’t ask you again, Bibble.” He tightened his mental, but still physical hold on the old man’s neck, his fingers idly by his side. Then, they had still been of flesh, blood, and bone, as had the rest of him, except his right arm. “Senator Amidala is not here!” Sio Bibble croaked, gasping for breath. “I swear!” The hooded figure snickered evilly. “I don’t believe you.” He growled, “My patience is almost out.” Sio Bibble looked at the tall figure, trembling with fright. Despite the man’s words, he felt the grasp on his windpipe lessen a little. This... man... was desperate, absolutely frantic to know where Amidala was. He tried looking under the black hood, wondering what person so evil could want with such a peaceful young woman. Thank the gods the Senator wasable to escape the clutches of this madman. “AHH!” Anakin exclaimed angrily. “You do know where the senator is!” Frightened now more than ever, Sio Bibble realized the cloaked figure had read his mind. After little thought, the realization struck him, and a freezing shiver spread through his body. “Y-you’re a Sith.” It was a statement, not a question. Anakin nodded his head slowly. “Very good, Bibble. Yes, you Nubians have had enough experience with the Sith, haven’t you?” He stepped closer, making the old man tremble with terror even more, and this time Anakin replaced the Force with his own left hand around Sio Bibble’s neck. “But look around.” He paused for several moments, as if waiting for something. “LOOK AROUND!” Not wasting a moment’s breath, Sio Bibble looked around frantically, not sure what he was supposed to be looking for. “Yes,” Anakin hissed, enjoying the panic radiating off the man. “There are no Jedi Knights here to protect you from the Sith. No…” he paused, his face boiling up into a mask of pure hatred underneath the black hood. “No Obi-Wan Kenobi here to save you. But don’t worry… I’ll find him soon enough. I have some issues to settle with the liar.” Obi Wan Kenobi had come to be honored as one of the most esteemed heroes of Naboo after the Trade Federation battle. His defeat of the Sith lord had earned him prized Nubian titles, monuments, and even some songs composed in his honor. With all the dignity he could muster, with all the bravery still locked somewhere unknown inside his racing heart, noble Sio Bibble, royal advisor, drew himself up and looked at the hood (he guessed where the eyes were) and said defiantly, “Obi-Wan Kenobi was one of the greatest beings I have ever met. You couldn’t even dream of being half the man he ever was. I almost pity you. Almost.” Sio Bibble never felt his skull crack open as it impacted the stone pillar thirty feet away. He didn’t feel his body ricochet off the pillar with tremendous speed and lay in a heap of limbs on the floor. Although he did hear the blood-curling yell of absolute rage echo in his ears as he sailed across the room, his neck had broken before he was railed into the column. Anakin clenched his fists in fury once again and a growl of anger escaped his throat. He had meant for the old man to feel the crush of his own skull, but his vehemence had caused him to kill the nobleman before he had reached the intended destination of death. The last time he had seen his wife had been on her veranda the night he’d stormed into the Jedi Temple. They’d met, embraced, kissed, and he’d tried to soothe her worries with his new assignment on a planet “far away” that would end the war. That was the last time he’d seen her. The assignment on Mustafar had gone well to his master’s liking, but when he returned to the capital planet, he'd discovered that Padmé had been taken from him. Video records from her apartment show that Jedi Obi Wan Kenobi came to speak to his wife one afternoon, but, by the looks of things, the conversation was short, tense, and Kenobi didn’t get whatever want he’d wanted by the time of his departure. Later video records showed Kenobi and another tall figure sneaking in during the night and taking his pregnant, defenseless wife. She’d put up a struggle as much as she could, but her motherly burden had limited her in her fight. Anakin grabbed the nearest person of importance he saw out of the lineup of six other people who possibly knew her location. He had already slaughtered Queen Apailana, Captain Typho, Captain Panaka, and now Sio Bibble. He faintly wondered if this blonde handmaiden, who couldn’t have been older than fifteen years of age, would meet similar fates as he pulled her in front of him. “WHERE IS PADME?!” he bellowed. He had lied to Sio Bibble. His patience had been spent back at Queen Apailana’s soft “no”. He watched the young girl, dressed in blue handmaiden’s garb, take a brief look at the four dead bodies around her. By the endless fear on her face it was evident that she did not wish to join them. Good, he thought. Maybe I will finally know where she is after all. The young one had been no more than two years-old when Queen Amidala had faced the Trade Federation; therefore, the emotional bond to the event was not as strong as it was to her elders, however much she admired the esteemed Amidala. To her, it was a historical event—she didn’t have the emotional attachment of actually living through the terror like others did. “I-I-I know where Se-Senator Ami-idala is,” the young handmaiden stuttered, her intense fear causing her to stumble over her words. An older female member down the line, once silent, stepped forward despairingly. “No Yomané! Don’t tell him! Don’t!” With a flick of Anakin’s wrist, the other handmaiden’s neck was broken. Her dead body crumpled to the ground, her eyes still wide with urgency. “Now... where is the senator?” Anakin asked, his voice full of an eerie dead calm. “She’s not in Theed.” “That’s obvious, girl. I am short on time.” Anakin, believing this girl did in fact know of Padmé’s situation, jumped ahead a few questions. “And the child?” The girl looked at him differently, her amazement temporarily blanketing her fear. “SHE WAS WITH CHILD!” Anakin shouted, annoyed by how much time this was taking. By now Padmé would be more than eight months along. In his day and evening nightmares he dreamt she was in labor right then, as he desperately searched to find her, to be with her when she gave birth to their child—to ensure that she lived past childbirth. Each moment that passed tore at his soul. The handmaiden bowed her head. She murmured something that Anakin was not able to pick up. “What? WHAT DID YOU SAY?!” Yomané swallowed. “Stillborn.” The young man could have sworn that his breaking heart skipped several beats. Anakin struggled to breath. He was sure he had not heard her right. He stood there for several minutes, unwilling to believe. There was no anger, no hatred, and no trace of any malice in his quiet voice. “St... stillborn? Is that what you said, Yomané?” This was not the voice of a Sith Lord. It was the trembling voice of a broken-hearted father, only beginning to mourn the loss of his first child. It was a voice of a man who only wanted to wrap his arms around his loving wife, to be her companion and for her to be his companion through their mutual grief. He needed Padmé, now more than ever. “Yomané?” Yomané lifted her head. The black hood had moved, and she looked into two miserable, heartbreaking blue eyes, eyes that only she could see from her angle, and eyes that she had never seen before. His soft whisper of her name dissipated some of her fears. It was a voice that had joked with its Jedi Master, bragged about pod-racing, and stolen the heart of an angelic woman. She could not refuse it. “Yes,” she replied meekly. “Yes, sir. The poor child was stillborn.” Anakin let out a shaky breath. He would not cry in front of these people. “And the mother?” he asked hesitantly, trying to swallow down his building fear. The entire room was silent, waiting for Yomané’s response. “Overcome with grief—” Anakin let out another shaky breath that sounded like a sudden sob—“No one could console her. She wept constantly, for the baby… and for the father. She moaned that she had lost both.” Anakin closed his eyes while crystal tears ran down his cheeks. More and more of him was dying with every word. “And... what has she said of the father?” Yomané bowed her head. “She would not tell a soul. She carried the secret with her to the very end.” Anakin stood there for a moment, his emotions swirling inside of—wait. He stood stock-still. He dared not breathe. “Say that again.” Obediently, Yomané repeated, “She wouldn’t tell a soul. We tried, but she wouldn’t say who the fath—” He gasped, “No!” Oh, no, Padmé, please... “...the last part,” he whispered, the words barely audible. He wanted to shut his eyes, shut his ears, shut his very soul. But Anakin knew that if he shut his eyes he wouldn’t believe what his ears would hear, and he could not shut away his bleeding soul. He forced himself to watch the words that cut his heart like nothing, not even his mother dying in his arms, ever had. “Senator Amidala died. They say the cause was of extreme sleep deprivation and lack of nutrition. She didn’t bother to take care of herself. But the truth is... in the end she died of a broken heart.” Yomané could have been forgiven. Anakin, after several silent moments, would have let the words pass, seeing as how he knew this girl had no idea she was talking to the husband of Padmé Amidala Skywalker. Anakin wouldn’t have punished her for her words thatshattered his heart. But Anakin Skywalker died the moment Yomané’s words died on her lips. He started breathing hard, panting really. He wasn’t coherent enough to know whether or not he was speaking his thoughts aloud, If my Padmé can’t be alive to breathe and be happy, no one else deserves to! If our child can’t be alive to laugh and play, no child shall! But then he was unable to even form a single thought that made sense and his mind and heart bled into nothing more than a swirling cauldron of the Dark Side. Then the room was spinning, then the five other people in the room, excluding the dead ones, they had been screaming in terror and pain, and he had... ---END OF FLASHBACK--- Oh, yes. That memory had done the trick well. Now, as Darth Vader looked upon Naboo as his transport ship landed on one of Theed palace’s open hangars, he did not look upon it in awe, in wonder, or in pride in knowing he had once been able to call this beautiful planet his home. Darth Vader knew no such thoughts. TBC... Reviews are very greatly appreciated! -----signature----- "In the end they do give into their emotions... and ultimately they will suffer the consequences." - George Lucas, in reference to Anakin & Padme in Ep II COLLEGE ROSE BOWL '06 - USC vs. UT: USC will massacre UT like Anakin did to the Tuskens! Go USC!!
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The_Jesstar Registered: Feb '03	Date Posted: 6/12/05 11:41pm Subject: RE: A Warm Breeze in the Snow Storm/POST ROTS/Vader leds the massacre of Naboo
	Hooray!! More writing from Aristo-nobi!!! I miss Realizations... But this one is great! You have characterised Vader wonderfully! Keep it up! -----signature----- "How am I supposed to negotiate pleats?"
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searth_99 Registered: Oct '01	Date Posted: 6/13/05 7:48am Subject: RE: Warm Breeze in the Snow Storm/Vader leds the massacre of Naboo/UPDATED 6/12
	UP!
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darksideyesplease Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 6/13/05 8:08am Subject: RE: Warm Breeze in the Snow Storm/Vader leds the massacre of Naboo/UPDATED 6/12
	wow, very powerful story so far! i am intrigued, keep going! -----signature----- FelsGoddess AU inspired by upcoming Clone War release http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28104890/p1/?0 Anakin, Padme, Ahsoka, Obi-Wan
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Aristo-nobi Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 6/13/05 10:08am Subject: RE: Warm Breeze in the Snow Storm/Vader leds the massacre of Naboo/UPDATED 6/12
	The_Jesstar - How flattering! Thank you for your comments-- I miss Realizations too. I promise, as soon as this one is completed, I'm starting up on that one again. It'll be revamped, added to, and reposted. But this time I'm trying to be smart, and only work on one story at a time! Again, thank you! I hope you'll stick around for more! searth_99 - Thank you for the "upper"! darksideyesplease - Yay! Thank you for the review! I've got to say, I'm a big fan of your writing. I'm very honored that you've taken interest in a story of my own! I hope you enjoy what's coming! The next post will be coming TODAY. The advantage to me having the first 5 chapters written is that they're ready to go... the disadvantage is that there's a VERY small waiting period, because I just get impatient with myself and I want to post ASAP. Well... I guess that's not a bad thing for the readers, eh? -----signature----- "In the end they do give into their emotions... and ultimately they will suffer the consequences." - George Lucas, in reference to Anakin & Padme in Ep II COLLEGE ROSE BOWL '06 - USC vs. UT: USC will massacre UT like Anakin did to the Tuskens! Go USC!!
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Aristo-nobi Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 6/13/05 7:57pm Subject: RE: Warm Breeze in the Snow Storm/Vader leds the massacre of Naboo/UPDATED 6/13
	A Warm Breeze in the Snow Storm Theed "Sir, the city has been divided." The stormtropper looked into the unreadable mask of Darth Vader apprehensively. "The squads have determined the population of the capital city, divided it into squadrons, and have labeled them simply 'East Division' and 'West Division'." He didn't even pause a moment before he continued, "It has been determined randomly that the 'East Division' occupants will be terminated. 'West Division' will be separated into Camps T1, T2, T3, and T4. A similar process is in action all over the planet." Vader smiled under his mask. At least he tried to smile. All the major cities of Naboo had half of their population presently being sorted into the camps that were in place especially for each city— three for each. Theed had another camp, T4, because it was the largest city of all and the half that would be spared from the killings could not fit into three camps. Each camp was labeled by the first letter of the city and the camp number it was. He had spent the beginning of the morning overseeing the roundup of the politically strong Nubians, and now in the afternoon he had moved to watching the more active process of rounding up the civilians. "Good. You are dismissed, commander." The stormtrooper bowed and was gone. Vader looked around him. He was standing on a bare stone platform, with stone steps leading down from it to a street below. On either side of the street were columns, buildings, etc. The street stopped at the stairs leading up to the pavilion. This was obviously a place of some importance, a place where festivities and grand celebrations would be held. Strangely, he thought there was a strong sense of familiarity to it. It shouldn't be strange to be somewhere here that's familiar, he silently reminded himself. After all, I lived here once. The sound of Gungan trumpets echoed in his ears... banners flew in the wind as confetti dropped from the sky like rain... a happy day... a beautiful day... The lush, bright, natural beauty of Naboo contrasted very strongly with his black machinery. Everything around him was colorful and radiated life... he, on the other hand, was nothing but darkness, and radiated destruction. Darth Vader had never looked so out of place as he did then, stalking through the streets of Theed. He clashed powerfully with the environment surrounding him. It was hard to imagine that he had once strolled blissfully down the streets, hand-in-hand with a stunning brunette, whom he had lovingly called his wife. Darth Vader squeezed his empty hands tightly. The Nubian sun's rays no longer enforced his skin's handsome dark tan—it could not penetrate the black suit of machinery, and that Tatooine tan had been lost long ago. The cool breeze no longer caressed his golden blonde hair— even if the mask wasn't upon his head— all of his hair had been burned away ten years ago on Mustafar. But, though he would not—could not—admit it to himself, what hurt the most was that he could not smell the fine Nubian air. He remembered clearly how the air smelled in Theed, how you could breathe in the mild humidity, which was caused by the gigantic waterfalls not too far away. How you could smell flowers, and the food that was being cooked outdoors over fires. How, mixed in between all of that, he could smell Padmé’s perfume. He cursed his artificial respirator as he stomped down more streets. He eventually found himself cursing the entirety of his machine-like body. Yet, through his anger, he cursed the person who had put him in this suit in the first place. “Obi Wan,” he quietly seethed aloud, the name sounding like a fatal hex when spoken by the dark lord. It had been ten years since he’d seen the wretched Jedi on the planet of Mustafar. However, the memory of their encounter had haunted him to this day… ---FLASH BACK--- Darth Vader’s eyes narrowed as he saw the airship docked on its mechanical legs on the platform as he flew closer to the volcanic planet. This was the second time the dark apprentice had traveled to Mustafar, and this, once again, was no gentle calling. He had tracked Jedi Knight Obi Wan Kenobi here. He docked his ship on the same platform that he had months earlier, the day that he came to extinguish the Separatist threat once and for all, the day that Padmé was unknowingly taken from their bedroom— stolen and hidden away. That thought brought up remembrance of the desperate searches all over the galaxy to find her, searches that ended, of all places, in the Theed Palace on Naboo two weeks ago. His only sustaining thought was to track down that murderous, conniving, traitorous Kenobi and reap upon him what he owed. He was the reason why Padmé had died. He was the reason why their child had been delivered into the hands of Death. The rage that had always been boiling in the Dark Lord since that day on Naboo caused him to growl out loudly, “Kenobi!” as soon as his feet touched the platform’s concrete. He could feel his former master’s presence nearby… coming closer. Good, Vader thought. He knows I’m here. At least he’s not foolish enough to waste my time by cowering. He gets to die all the sooner! The heat of the environment had already caused beds of sweat to form on Vader’s forehead, but the hot rage of such intensity that flowed through his veins made him feel as if he was on fire. He smiled grimly. Perhaps that is how Kenobi will meet his doom. After all, why not take advantage of the surrounding area to exemplify his suffering and torment? The presence was close. “Lord Vader, I presume?” Vader turned slowly, a malicious grin on his tense face. He faced the Clone Wars hero, his icy yellow eyes narrowed into slits. “You,” he whispered hotly. “You have taken her from me!” He raised his right arm and pointed a trembling, accusing finger in Obi Wan’s direction. It pained Obi Wan so badly to see his former Padawan in this state. “You have done that yourself! You lost her the day you choose the Dark Side over her.” “I was doing what was best for her! I was going to protect her!” Obi Wan rolled his shoulders backwards. “I did what was best for her... and for her offspring that she carried. I was saving them from your lust for power.” “Why?” Darth Vader questioned tensely. “Why here, Kenobi? Why did you come to Mustafar?” The Jedi Master raised his eyebrows. “Intrigued by my choice of vacation, Anakin?” “I asked you a question, old man!” “Ah, you’re just curious, I see.” Obi Wan’s faked light air dissipated around him as he paused for several moments. When he did continue, he said slowly, “I wanted to see it. I wanted to see the place where my Padawan had forsaken all that he’d come to love and honor. I wanted to see the destruction that the new Lord of the Sith had reeked.” The corners of the young man’s face went up in a crooked smile. “You should have visited the Chancellor’s office. That’s where Darth Vader was born, though Anakin Skywalker didn’t die until they told him his wife was dead!” He paused, considering Obi Wan’s comments again. “The Purges haven’t been enough for you? The Jedi Temple wasn’t enough for you?” His smile evaporated immediately with a new thought. “My wife’s dead body wasn’t enough for you?!” Obi Wan sobered even more. “The loss of Padmé is a great one. She was a good friend.” Anakin practically ripped his black Sith cloak off, itching for battle. “DON’T you speak her name! Don’t you dare think that you have enough honors to say her name!” Obi Wan slowly removed his Jedi cloak, dreading what he knew was to come. “If you’d told her that you were going to Mustafar, she would have followed you.” “Good! I would have protected her had she been with me!” Obi Wan shook his head sadly. “No, then this fight would have only happened much sooner. It would have happened then. I watched her after I first spoke with her. I was going to trail her if she went anywhere, just in case you had told her where you were going.” He paused briefly, “We would have seen each other then.” “Then now you would be dead, and Padmé and our child would be by my side!” “I suppose we will never know,” Obi Wan softly stated, as he remorsefully unhooked his trusted lightsaber from his belt. “Will we, Spawn of Sith? “You are going to pay for what you did to Padmé and me, I promise,” Vader threatened tersely. “I will do what I must.” Obi Wan’s lightsaber ignited with a movement of his thumb. “You will try.” ---FLASHBACK ENDS--- "Lord Vader?" Pleased for the interruption into his thoughts, the dark lord unhooked the comlink by his belt and raised it in front of his mask. "What is it, Admiral Tyson?" The voice replied through the static, "We've run into some... trouble with a family here, my lord." Vader sighed with annoyance. "And why are you bothering me, Admiral?" "Forgive me, my lord. However, they are a rather important family, one that, His Highness, the Emperor himself mentioned. They’re importance and recognition on the planet seems to be highly esteemed—" "What is the point, Tyson?!" The voice, usually proud and firm, trembled obviously over the comlink. Meekly, Admiral Tyson replied, "We need your... assistance, Lord Vader." Vader sighed angrily again— which was followed by a faint whimper of distress emitting from the man on the other side of the comlink. There were some Imperial officers who did there job, and did it well, then there were others... like Tyson... who Vader considered cowards. They weren't worthy to be in the service of the Empire. Then again, Darth Vader hadn't met anyone who didn't tremble after it was obvious that he was upset with them. "Very well. What is the address of this supposedly important family that you don't have the back bone to handle?" After a pause, the shaky voice replied, "Their last name is Naberrie. Husband's first name: Ruwee, wife: Jobal. The address is—" "Never mind!" Vader shouted anxiously into the comlink. "I know the way! I'll be there shortly!" He switched off the link as he turned and instantly, without taking a moment to ponder his bearings, started marching towards the 'East Division' of Theed. He ignored the fact that his left hand was shaking. TBC... Woo hoo! Now the real plot begins! Reviews are greatly appreciated! -----signature----- "In the end they do give into their emotions... and ultimately they will suffer the consequences." - George Lucas, in reference to Anakin & Padme in Ep II COLLEGE ROSE BOWL '06 - USC vs. UT: USC will massacre UT like Anakin did to the Tuskens! Go USC!!
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Aristo-nobi Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 6/13/05 10:52pm Subject: RE: Warm Breeze in the Snow Storm/Vader leds the massacre of Naboo/UPDATED 6/13
	Upping just for the heck of it. G'night all! -----signature----- "In the end they do give into their emotions... and ultimately they will suffer the consequences." - George Lucas, in reference to Anakin & Padme in Ep II COLLEGE ROSE BOWL '06 - USC vs. UT: USC will massacre UT like Anakin did to the Tuskens! Go USC!!
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searth_99 Registered: Oct '01	Date Posted: 6/15/05 8:14am Subject: RE: Warm Breeze in the Snow Storm/Vader leds the massacre of Naboo/UPDATED 6/13
	another up!
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