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Minela Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 9/2/07 5:46pm Subject: RE: The Heart of Lord Vader; 10 years after RotS
	I am pleased to introduce the first cowritten chapter with ROTSFan, I hope you enjoy it. Deep space, rebel cruiser: Soon after he boarded the cruiser, Senator Bail Organa was escorted into a large conference room, where he found Mon Mothma surrounded by two of her handmaidens and a tall blue-skinned Twi’lek in Jedi robes. Both Mothma and the man stood up when Bail entered the room. Mon Mothma: Good to see you Bail; I hope your trip wasn’t strenuous. Bail Organa: Not at all, I was able to leave the capitol without suspicion. Officially I am on a diplomatic mission on Du’nbaar. Apparently the Prime Minister has declared Alderaan’s shipping routes through his system are under double taxation. Of course it will be all taken care of before I return to Coruscant. Mon Mothma: And Du’nbaar’s Prime Minister will play along, of course. Bail Organa: There is nothing he loves more than to deceive the Empire. We go a long way back, him and me. Mon Mothma: That is good. We need all the support we can get, Bail. Let me introduce you to Jedi Master Kib Koian. He has come to offer his services to the Alliance. Bail Organa: It is an honor to meet a Jedi. The Alliance could certainly use your help. Kib Koian: I did not make the decision lightly, Senator Organa. The Jedi have become apprehensive of military operations, we feel it is best for us not to get involved. We are the keepers of peace not soldiers. Bail Organa: I understand. What changed you mind, Master Koian? Kib Koian: Times change. We are fighting a common enemy, Senator. I don’t think we can win without one another. My men and I have tried to infiltrate the Empire from within but it is not enough. Soon we will have to go on the offensive. Bail Organa: Will the others join us, too? Kib Koian: I have lost two of my men. Haian Omden has disappeared after the death of his apprentice Braal Tajol, a few months ago. My wife Suncica and our two boys are all that is left of the Jedi, as far as we know anyway. Bail Organa: Your wife? Kib Koian: Suncica and I married shortly after the purges. We figured the Jedi Order was dead. We were so young and scared, then. The Order was all we knew; I guess it was only natural for us to seek comfort in each other. We have twin boys. Ismet and Safet; they are twelve years old. Good Pilots. They look forward to joining, but my wife is seven months pregnant and cannot be involved. Bail Organa: We will keep your family safe; there is no need for your boys to fight. Kib Koian: They want to fight, both are well trained and I have full confidence in them. Ismet was practically born in a cockpit and Safet is a master hacker. But there is a favor I would like to ask you, Senator. I was wondering if you could bring my wife to Alderaan with you. I need to know she will be safe, away from the Empire’s eyes. Bail Organa: Of course. She is welcome on Alderaan for as long as she wishes to stay. Coruscant, Darth Vader’s palace: Flashes. Images. Sudden memories, captured and regressing just as quickly. Lord Vader was there...again...cold, shivering, huddled in the corner of his cell. His suit was torn, wounds untreated, sustenance all but gone. He was going to die. He knew he was going to die. Why the Emperor put him here, to prolong the inevitable, he didn't know. He could only imagine, only suspect, and the one answer that fit into place he had known all along but never verbalized to himself--no rebellion could go unpunished, no betrayal unrequited. And no failed apprentice could serve any better use than to serve as a cautionary tale to others, even in death. Him: The bigger they are, the harder they fall… Naimah: He is moving. 21-B: His brainwaves indicate stress; I cannot give him a sedative, it would prolong the coma. He was being used as an example to others. The Emperor would make his suffering as drawn out as possible, starving him, keeping him here until... Him: Until.... The cell door opened, light streaming in. It took a moment for it to register with Vader that anything had changed, and another to know he was not hallucinating. The hooded figure raised his hand dismissively, and the guards left, leaving the two of them alone. Master: So, my apprentice...I see you've become acquainted with your quarters. Naimah: I feel his fear, something is going on. Can’t you do anything for him? 21-B: I’m sorry, Miss Jamari. The voice was cold, oily, and indifferent. For a moment Vader wished he was alone again. His breaths came out hesitant, almost shaky. His anger, his perception had taken leave of his senses near the middle of his incarceration, and his mind was not far behind. He was, once again, enslaved at the complete mercy of a Master, hopeless and castrated. Alone. Master: I'm sure you can surmise it was a mistake to attempt to throw me, though not for the reasons you think. To take the initiative and defeat one's Master is expected, an admirable trait for a Sith. For that I do not fault you. Sidious turned away slightly, as if in thought, and Vader thought he could hear the intonation of his voice change to.... empathy? Master: It was the timing for which you were ill suited. Wise Sith know not only how to elicit all the skills of their Master, but how to utilize their patience and allow the Force to tell them when. His gaze returned to Vader, the hideous visage betrayed by yellow eyes that were now more paternal than malicious. For some reason that bothered Vader. Master: I have failed in teaching you, my young apprentice. In giving you the necessary power I have neglected to show you pacing. To bide one's time is as important as administering justice. He now had Vader's full attention, the mask tipped upright in contrast to the huddled black figure to which it was attached. Master: You've been a slave your entire life, and you could die one here as well. Your Toydorian inferior had you do his bidding as a child, the Jedi Council as a young man, and now as a Sith you've only begun to touch your true potential. Allow me to help you, my boy. Naimah: He is hurting; I can feel it in my own head. Help him! 21-B: All vitals are normal, Miss Jamari. Naimah: It doesn’t feel normal! He is shaking. Now Sidious had extended a scrawny hand in Vader's direction, a gesture of goodwill. Vader felt the feelings return.... the initial rage and desire to purge his life of Sidious that put him in this cell in the first place.... the humiliation at the distrust and condescension he felt every time he went before the Jedi Council...and the flicker of hope at the second chance the Emperor was giving him... Master: My boy... It was not an accident Sidious used those words. Even through a clouded, incoherent mind, Vader knew this on some level. As he stood, accepting the Emperor's hand and becoming once again his apprentice, Vader loathed the hope most of all, hated himself for wanting it, for believing it, even for a moment. He knew it was a lie and once again, he'd left his dignity behind. The Emperor never gave anything for free. Naimah waited a several breathless moments until she felt Darth Vader’s heartbeat stabilize. Slowly the clone opened his eyes and blinked the painful bright light away, trying to decipher the blurry shapes around him. He heard the faint sounds of medical equipment and droids in the background, and than he heard her… Naimah: How is he doing? 21-B: All vitals are performing better than expected, Miss Jamari. Naimah: Can he hear me? 21-B: Possibly. It was the first time he heard her voice without the help of artificial hearing enhancers, free of the metallic ring that distorted every sound. She sounded like Padme, or as much like Padme as he thought he remembered. He blinked, trying to focus his vision and called upon the Force. For a moment he feared the Force was not with him, but the familiar energy hummed through his body and he felt the power of the entire universe surge through his veins. He was himself, finally. All the thoughts of Sidious momentarily disappeared. Darth Vader took a deep breath and flexed his fingers, the corners of his mouth stretched into a smile. For the first time in over thirteen years he could move his hands, his fingers, his toes and he felt the soft cloth he was covered with on his chest, his arms and all the way down to his legs. The feeling of the light cloth in the place of the rough metal was exhilarating. Every sensation was so new to him and he relished it cautiously, every moment expecting to be pulled back into the tight confines of his prison. It did not happen. Instead of the prison, he felt a slight breeze from the air-recycling unit on his skin and he was joyfully aware of the goose bumps on his arms. He took a deep breath, filled his lungs with air and exhaled. He could breathe, on his own. Lord Vader smiled again; his body was working and responding naturally to its surroundings. He summoned the Force and commanded his eyes to respond to the light, slowly the colors turned into shapes and he could see clearly. She was standing over him in disbelieve with a worried look in her eyes. He felt her heartbeat, it was pounding inside her chest loudly and he knew she was petrified of his reaction. Naimah: Lord Vader… Darth Vader: How long? Naimah: Almost two weeks. I was worried you’d never wake up… He had to call upon the Force to help him get off the table. Putting his bare feet on the cold plexi steel floor under the watchful eyes of Naimah and the medical droids, Darth Vader took his first step trying to appear as confidant as possible. The room was silent enough to hear a pin drop. Vader’s new body stood tall but lacked the intimidating darkness of his former self. He was aware of the pitying looks around him, seizing up his every move, prepared to step in and help if he should stagger and fall. It infuriated him. He was Darth Vader, Lord of the Sith and he could easily kill them all with a simple movement of his hand. As he walked towards Naimah he consciously savored the sensation of his bare feet on the smooth floor, although still shaky on his feet he was determined not to waste time in the medical ward. 21-B: Lord Vader, it is too soon for you to be walking, I advise you to lay back down, we must perform tests. Darth Vader: Silence. Bring me my robes. Alderaan, Royal Palace: The mountain air was cool and crisp, taking in a deep breath and finding peace in the Force Kib Koian put his arm around his wife’s pregnant belly. She smiled happily at him and waved to her children. Suncica loved Alderaan; when she was a young Padawan her Master took her often to the mountains for training. Alderaan reminded her of happier days, she enjoyed the soft breeze in her hair and let herself forget the troubles of the universe for a brief happy moment. Suncica: I wish we could live here forever. Kib Koian: I must admit it’s quite a nice change. At least the kids don’t have to wear oxygen masks outside. Suncica: Hey, at least we had a pool in our old place. Kib Koian: A puddle of antifreeze in the middle of our bedroom, a pool does not make. Suncica: Ha ha ha! Wipe that frown of your face. Why did I marry a man without any sense of humor? Kib Koian: I believe it was my boyish charm that won you over. Senator Bail Organa approached them; breaking the spell and pulling them back into reality. Instantaneously an unreadable mask replaced the serene expression that was present on their faces only moments ago. Years of ingrained Jedi training never failed to help them put their personal feelings aside and do their duty. Bail Organa: I hope the accommodations are to your satisfaction. Suncica: It is more than I could have wished for, thank you Senator Organa. Bail Organa: I am glad you like it; my wife will be here to assist you with anything should you wish it. Can we get you anything else? Kib Koian: No, but we do need to talk to you about something. Suncica and I do not wish to keep this secret from you, however we do ask for your discretion. Bail Organa: You have my word. Kib Koian: A few months ago I was on Keyes Neue on a mission to retrieve a number of secret files. Suncica: We are in possession of backup files of ancient Jedi teachings. As you know most of our knowledge has been lost in the Temple raid. Kib Koian: The Emperor has access to it now. These backup files are all we have left to start a new Order. Sadly, the information we have acquired doesn’t comprise even a tenth of the Temple library. Suncica: But, it’s a start. Bail Organa: Your secret is safe with us. It will not leave the royal household. Suncica: We appreciate it; until the Emperor is dethroned we must keep the files in a safe place. Bail Organa: We have a vault underneath the palace floors, there is a recording of the temple purges, artifacts and other incriminating documents there. Once we are free of the Empire the Alliance will absolve the Jedi of any crimes against the Republic. Coruscant, Darth Vader’s palace: The light in his room was dimmed down so his eyes could adjust easier; Naimah had watched him walking slowly to his desk. She finally exhaled when he set down in his large office chair and leaned back against the firm leather. His thin frame was practically swallowed in the oversized chair, the black color made his pale skin stand out sickly. This new man was so foreign to her; the newness frightened her more than the black monster she had grown accustomed to. Timidly she stood a few steps away from this stranger. Darth Vader: Come here. Without taking his gaze off her eyes, he pulled her closer to him, placing both of his hands on her slender waist. Possessively his fingers traveled to the front buttons of her gown and remained there tugging at them lightly. The cloth of her gown was smooth underneath his fingers and he dug his fingernails into the embroidery, picking at the design. He felt the warmth of her skin underneath the thin fabric, every sensation was so new, so invigorating and excited his senses. Naimah’s heart skipped a beat and she sucked her breath in sharply when his hands moved up her ribcage. She felt herself being pulled into his arms, and reluctantly her body gave into his will. Without hesitation his lips found hers and he kissed her forcefully, taking what he perceived to be his all along, from the first moment he saw her. Darth Vader: You smell like her. You even taste like her. Naimah: Your mind is playing tricks on you. Darth Vader: Perhaps. He pulled her back into his embrace, fervently kissing her lips and taking in her scent. His arms tightened around her, the feeling of having her soft body pressed against his was as gratifying as he had imagined. After a lifetime of isolation and deprivation, after two years of being around the girl who reminded him of his wife, being finally able to act on his desire was invigorating. Breathing rapidly and heavily she leaned her whole body into him, letting him put his hands on her breast. It was as if an electric current ran through her body. She felt her own self with new energy, from the resilient movements of her legs to the movement of her lungs as she breathed. Something warm opened up inside her when she felt the heat of his mouth on her neck and shoulders. Timidly she brushed her lips against the corners of his mouth, blowing soft kisses against his cheek. Feeling her knees soften and her self-control dwindle, she gathered her courage, and suddenly stopped. Naimah: Maybe you should lay down and rest, you have been through a lot. We still don’t know if your body is strong enough. Darth Vader: This body is strong, I can assure you. Naimah: You shouldn’t push yourself, we are alone you don’t have to prove anything to me. Darth Vader: When you first came to live with me, you told me you accepted your fate because it was the will of the Force. You felt the Force was pulling you towards me. Do you still feel that way? Naimah: Yes. Darth Vader: Prove it. He traced the outline of her lips with the tip of his finger; there was no sense of seduction in his moves just inquisitiveness and the newfound interest in his own humanity. A stark contrast to Prince Xizor who enjoyed the process of persuasion, Darth Vader did not care about persuading her with his touch or the superiority of his wit. He simply took what he wanted. His finger stopped and remained perfectly still between her half opened lips, his eyes had a most unnatural glow, like an animal that is poised for an attack. The hair on her neck stood up whilst she was listening to the sharp sounds of their irregular breathing. He made her feel like pray; fear steadily trickled through her veins, infusing her with an acute awareness of his body and what effect it had on her. Vehemently he opened the buttons of her gown and she felt his fingers on her bare abdomen. His sudden touch caused heat to coil in her belly, threatening to burn her when his thumb deliberately grazed beneath her navel. Naimah: No. Don’t… Darth Vader: If you do not want your gown to be destroyed, remove it now. His tone was matter-of-fact, but his manner was strained, as if he was struggling to maintain control. His voice was gruff, and so deep as to be barely able to transmit human language. His presence engulfed and overwhelmed her. His gaze hypnotized her. His breath burned her. A wonderful sensation was rapidly creeping up from deep within Naimah, mingled with fear. With a solid motion of his hand he pulled her down into the chair and Naimah was not sure if it was the Force that made her body attach to his, like a magnet. The chair dipped slightly backwards under both of their weights. His hands traveled smoothly up her sides and over her belly. She shuddered and arched a little under the feeling of his fingers on her bare flesh. Her hands reached back and flicked open the hidden clasps of her gown, the tight fabric loosened and a sleeve slid down her shoulder. He smiled and leaned back, Naimah did not know if it was because of exhaustion or because he wanted to watch her; the slight shadows under his eyes suggested the former. Concern crept over her face but the movements of his thumb only two inches below her navel kept her from stopping. An uncertain cry leaked from her lips when his hand slid lower. Darth Vader: Are you still saying, ‘no’? Naimah: No… Third moon of Yuma, Tag’s layer: It was the first time in his life Haian Omden had come across a dishonest Wookiee. He called himself Tag and even spoke in something he thought resembled basic. Maharac was his cousin and had suggested they stay with him because nobody around Tag asks any questions and everybody had something to hide. Tag: Rrrrou krrraaan srrray errre, buuurrt I errrpect to beee paaaid. Haian Omden: We don’t have credits, but we can work. Maharac: Rrrrraaaaaawwww! Tag: Aaaarrrguuw! Haian Omden: No! We will work off our debt. It’s not a problem. Tag: Therrre is arrrso the matterrr of aaa smarrrll fee, forrr keerrrping myyy mouuurrrth shrrrut. Haian Omden: We have nothing to give, but the clothes on our back. Tag: I sarrrw yourrr larrght swooorrrd. Haian Omden: My lightsaber? Tag: Yeeerrrs. Haian’s heart tightened when he saw Braal’s lightsaber disappear in Tag’s hairy paw. There was nothing he could do, Tag’s sharp eyes had noticed the saber and Haian could not afford for anybody else to see him with it. For now both he and Maharac would be working for the Crawford Gang that was a small and rather brutish branch of Black Sun operations, run by Tag. Coruscant, Darth Vader’s palace: Carrying a tray she rang the bell of his private chamber, consciously reminding herself not to drop the food on the smooth floor. She shouldn’t be afraid she thought, after the intimacy they shared it should only be natural for her to be in his room. The lump in her throat thickened when she thought about what had transpired. Her body still hummed from his energy, her heart threatened to burst out of her chest and she almost dropped the tray when the door slid open. Darth Vader: Come in. Naimah: I brought you some food you must be starving. Darth Vader: Leave it on the table; I’ll get to it later. It seems a lot has happened in those two weeks I was ‘away’. Naimah: You will miss a lot more if you don’t take care of your health. Please eat I made it for you. Darth Vader: What is it? It doesn’t look very appetizing; forgive the bluntness. Naimah: Cream broth. Trust me, your palate can’t handle much at this point. I also brought you some mild Aldaaranian wine to give you some energy. Despite its gray color, the broth smelled good and tasted even better. It was mildly sweet and he enjoyed the smoky flavor in spite of the bitter undertones. The wine brought some color into his cheeks. Darth Vader: Usually I ingest nutrient capsules to get my daily calorie intake and vitamins; I must admit this is much better. Naimah: Thank you, Lord Vader. Darth Vader: There is something I would like to show you, it is confidential and demands your utmost discretion. Naimah: Yes, but first…Lord Vader, you promised to release my father after I assisted you with the transfer… Darth Vader: He will be freed immediately. Now let me introduce you to somebody. A side door opened admitting a dark menacing figure. Naimah’s blood froze in her veins when the figure stepped into the light. The mechanical breathing coming out of his mask chilled every bone in her body. Naimah: Lord…ah…Vader? What… Darth Vader: Impressive, is he not? I’m sorry; I should rather say ‘is it not’. Naimah: What is it…? Thank you for reading. If you are of age and interested, there is an "adult" version I can PM you. Be aware though, it is rather descriptive. -----signature----- The Heart of Lord Vader http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/22267411/p1/?2 Do or do not, there is no try.-Yoda http://www.myspace.com/jedinela Check out my movie: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LC9KrmNpoQg
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Amidala66 Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 9/2/07 6:09pm Subject: RE: The Heart of Lord Vader; 10 years after RotS
	You had me on the edge of my seat with this update. I am glad that he came thru the transfer. But who is this mysterious thing at the end?? I am definately of age so please pm me the pm version Great job both of you -----signature----- I am Angel #2 of "Anakin's Angels" The Practical One It's baseball season: time for all good Jedi to use a bat and not a saber
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Minela Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 9/3/07 6:49am Subject: RE: The Heart of Lord Vader; 10 years after RotS
	Amidala66- Thanks for the reply. This chapter was rather mysterious. You will get more about each group in the next post. ROTSFan and I are trying to bring everything together. Oh, and PM version is ready for you. -----signature----- The Heart of Lord Vader http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/22267411/p1/?2 Do or do not, there is no try.-Yoda http://www.myspace.com/jedinela Check out my movie: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LC9KrmNpoQg
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ROTSFan Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 9/3/07 7:14am Subject: RE: The Heart of Lord Vader; 10 years after RotS
	Good integration Minela! PM me that adult version if you don't mind -----signature----- Fics in profile; ask me to unlock ~I did nothing. I did absolutely nothing, and it was everything I hoped it would be." - Office Space
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Minela Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 9/3/07 7:29am Subject: RE: The Heart of Lord Vader; 10 years after RotS
	Well, didn't I tell you how much I loved your dream sequence? Wonderful insight. PM version, coming up. -----signature----- The Heart of Lord Vader http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/22267411/p1/?2 Do or do not, there is no try.-Yoda http://www.myspace.com/jedinela Check out my movie: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LC9KrmNpoQg
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dtdang2 Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 9/4/07 7:58pm Subject: RE: The Heart of Lord Vader; 10 years after RotS
	Hi Minela and Jen, Great job on this last chapter! I enjoyed reading it. PS please send me the PM version too! -----signature----- Reunited: Anakin's Journey in the Afterlife http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/20612562/?0 Reincarnation (AU/Romance with Vader, Cloned Padme) http://boards.theforce.net/message
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Minela Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 9/6/07 7:27am Subject: RE: The Heart of Lord Vader; 10 years after RotS
	Thanks a lot. PM version, coming up. -----signature----- The Heart of Lord Vader http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/22267411/p1/?2 Do or do not, there is no try.-Yoda http://www.myspace.com/jedinela Check out my movie: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LC9KrmNpoQg
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BzzzzMaster Registered: May '07	Date Posted: 9/7/07 7:22am Subject: RE: The Heart of Lord Vader; 10 years after RotS
	That was a great chapter. Good job both of you. "It was not an accident Sidious used those words. Even through a clouded, incoherent mind, Vader knew this on some level. As he stood, accepting the Emperor's hand and becoming once again his apprentice, Vader loathed the hope most of all, hated himself for wanting it, for believing it, even for a moment. He knew it was a lie and once again, he'd left his dignity behind. The Emperor never gave anything for free." I loved that part, Vader really is crippled by Palpatine's evil mind games. I can't wait for you to kill off Palpy. The rest...hmm...hot, hot, hot. I can't imagine how a guy would feel having such a hot woman all to himself after a decade of not even shaking hands with another human being. Talk about deprivation. I also like how you described his reaction to all the surroundings like the smooth floor and the soft cloth. Oh, and his first taste of food after such a long time. I feel really sorry for him, he can't even walk right and it must infuriate him being so helpless. Hey, at least he has the Force to pickhimself up should he fall. Oh, I am holding my breath while waiting for the PM version. Thanks. -----signature----- You are a Sith master if... ...a guy in a grim dark suit follows you around and gets on his knees every chance he gets, and it is not even remotly sexual. ...your toast gets burned, you rush it to the hospital and put it in a life supporting suit. ...you
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BattousaiCV Registered: May '07	Date Posted: 9/8/07 2:39am Subject: RE: The Heart of Lord Vader; 10 years after RotS
	Yay, Vader got his body back! I'd like the PM version please. -----signature----- http://www.myspace.com/professorwashu http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=BattousaiCV
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Minela Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 9/8/07 7:07am Subject: RE: The Heart of Lord Vader; 10 years after RotS
	BzzzzMaster- Thank you for your response. ROTSFan wrote that passage you like. I love it, too. Great inside into the Vader-Palpy relationship. As for the rest, I had a lot of fun writing Vader's reactions to his new body. PM version coming up. BattousaiCV- Thanks a lot. Yeah, I'm glad Vader finally got his new body. Let's hope won't take it for granted. PM version coming up. -----signature----- The Heart of Lord Vader http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/22267411/p1/?2 Do or do not, there is no try.-Yoda http://www.myspace.com/jedinela Check out my movie: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LC9KrmNpoQg
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BzzzzMaster Registered: May '07	Date Posted: 9/11/07 9:57pm Subject: RE: The Heart of Lord Vader; 10 years after RotS
	I think I need a cold shower. That was really hot. I don't think I can evan write about the parts that I liked. I think that is exactly how Vader would "make love" (to put it in a PG term), very dominating. And he was a real ass afterwards, too. You just don't say that to a girl, you stay and cuddle for awhile...but I guess that's just Vader. I can't wait for your next chapter. Hopefully there is another PM version for those of us that are of age. I feel like such a perv for asking for something like that. -----signature----- You are a Sith master if... ...a guy in a grim dark suit follows you around and gets on his knees every chance he gets, and it is not even remotly sexual. ...your toast gets burned, you rush it to the hospital and put it in a life supporting suit. ...you
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ROTSFan Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 9/12/07 6:56pm Subject: RE: The Heart of Lord Vader; 10 years after RotS
	BzzzzMaster posted: I think I need a cold shower. That was really hot. I don't think I can evan write about the parts that I liked. I think that is exactly how Vader would "make love" (to put it in a PG term), very dominating. And he was a real ass afterwards, too. You just don't say that to a girl, you stay and cuddle for awhile...but I guess that's just Vader. Awww, he would have cuddled with Padme, but then....she's no Padme. -----signature----- Fics in profile; ask me to unlock ~I did nothing. I did absolutely nothing, and it was everything I hoped it would be." - Office Space
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Minela Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 9/13/07 9:55am Subject: RE: The Heart of Lord Vader; 10 years after RotS
	BzzzzMaster posted: I think I need a cold shower. That was really hot. I don't think I can evan write about the parts that I liked. I think that is exactly how Vader would "make love" (to put it in a PG term), very dominating. And he was a real ass afterwards, too. You just don't say that to a girl, you stay and cuddle for awhile...but I guess that's just Vader. Thanks for the comment. I have people PMing me and asking for that version but I haven't gotten any comments back on the sexy version yet. Makes me wonder if they liked it, if it was too much or perhaps too little for some... But yeah...like ROTSFan said...if it was Padme he would have stayed the whole day cuddling. But you know, he is Vader afterall. Nice to know you are a gentleman and know the importance of cuddling. -----signature----- The Heart of Lord Vader http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/22267411/p1/?2 Do or do not, there is no try.-Yoda http://www.myspace.com/jedinela Check out my movie: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LC9KrmNpoQg
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Minela Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 10/2/07 1:02pm Subject: RE: The Heart of Lord Vader; 10 years after RotS - Date Edited: 10/2/07 1:10pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Minela
	And here is the update. Remember, last post Vader reveled a surprise to Naimah that has left her in shock. Coruscant, Darth Vader's Palace: Vader smiled and looked almost lovingly upon his handywork. Naimah stood still perplexed next to the Sith Lord, or rather she stood next to two Sith Lords. Slowely regaining her composure she tried to speak. Darth Vader: A very sophisticated droid, I designed him, sorry ‘it’, myself. An exact replica of my former self, he sounds and moves like I did. I have designed it to be a combat machine. There is not much that can stop him, and he is programmed to lead my men same as I did. Naimah: But…its Force signature…he has your Force signature, I can feel it. Darth Vader: He is not a typical droid; I built him around a clone. Don’t worry, the clone is completely devoid of thought, brain dead if you will, it is the machinery around him that controls its movements. It still won’t fool the Emperor, but I plan to get stronger before appearing before him. Naimah: It fooled me. Darth Vader: It will deceive most, but his Highness is not most people. Naimah: Am I understanding you correctly? You are going to put the suit back on after your recovery, aren’t you? Darth Vader: I have no other choice, my leadership is at stake, the suit is a symbol among my troops. I will not disrupt the flow and have my authority questioned. Naimah: So this transfer was based on personal needs? Darth Vader: On the contrary, this will only give me more range. Naimah: How so? Darth Vader: At times, I plan to go undercover; in some cases my appearance has hindered my missions. Surprise attacks are rarely possible without full range of motion, or the ability to disappear silently into shadows. Third moon of Yuma, Tag’s layer: With grave concern Maharac watched his friend pace up and down their small apartment, or what he construed must have been their apartment. It was actually a small room with two sleeping mats on the dusty floor and a small stove in the corner. They had no running water and the bathrooms were two corridors away. Maharac had lived in worse and he could guess the same was true for his companion. He knew Haian Omden was contemplating his moral code and obligations to the Jedi Order, asking himself if hiding in the layer of a known criminal was in opposition to his believes. Haian Omden: There aren’t many places a Jedi can hide, these days. Maharac: Aaarrrrruuurrr. Haian Omden: We have no credits, no transportation and no friends. At least no friends we wish to drag down with us. I don’t think we could even hope to disappear on Tatooine. Maharac: Rrraaaw. Haian Omden: I don’t think Tag will betray us, at least as long as we give him what he wants. I will fight, but I won’t kill. You have to decide for yourself. Maharac: Aaarrruuuwww. Haian Omden: Than it is decided. Don’t worry we won’t stay long; we’ll leave as soon as we can earn some credits to go underground. Maharac: Rrrruuuaaarrrr. Haian Omden: May the Force be with us. Coruscant, Darth Vader’s palace. Incarceration chamber: He looked aged to her eyes; his robes were new and looked comfortable from what she could tell, and he was well fed. The artificial light shining on his face made his pale complexion look dull and unhealthy. He was heavier than she remembered, the subtle double chin and soft protruding belly revealed the lack of exercise he received in the past few months. He hadn’t shaved in a few days and she smelled a faint whiff of body odor coming from his direction. The eyes that looked at her coldly however, were still sharp and intelligent. Naimah: Hello father. Prasata: You look well Naimah; the Imperial lifestyle becomes you. Naimah: It’s not what you think. You have to believe me. Prasata: You gave me your word, Naimah. You said you’d never go back to the Dark Side. Naimah: I haven’t. I promise you. Prasata: I have traveled this galaxy far and wide, I know about your Lord Vader. Are you going to tell me he is not a Sith? Naimah: He is. So is the Emperor. I know how it looks, but you have to believe me when I tell you I am not. The promise I gave to you is my most sacred vow. I would die before I broke it. Prasata: Don’t insult my intelligence, Naimah. Why would two Sith keep you around if you weren’t one of them? Especially since they could use your abilities. Naimah: I don’t know. It’s complicated. Palpatine has some sort of plan, that I don’t know, and Lord Vader doesn’t know, and…Let’s just say he is a very complicated man. Prasata: And you, what are your motives? Why are you working for the Sith? Naimah: That is also a little complicated. Prasata: Try me. I think I deserve an explanation after being held against my will like an animal for months. Naimah: Haven’t they been treating you well? I was assured your accommodations were comfortable. Prasata: Not the point. Answer my question. Naimah: Simply put, it was the will of the Force. Prasata: The will of the Force, hmm? That is your simple explanation? And what is the complicated version? Naimah: I always feel a faint pull when I’m around Lord Vader. That is the only way I can explain it. When we first met I could feel there was something inside him, something that needed me. Prasata: And you are willing to forfeit countless lives because he needs you? Why do you think it’s worth it? Naimah: There is still good in him, I know it. I can’t save the whole galaxy, but I can follow the path laid out before me. He is my path. Prasata: That path of yours imprisoned me for over six months; forgive me if I don’t share your sentiment. Naimah: I’m sorry you were dragged into this, father. He needed you as leverage, but that’s all over now. Prasata: Your Sith doesn’t trust you? Naimah: No, I guess he has some issues with that. We are… sort of …still working on the trust part. Prasata: I wonder what you had to do in order to win my freedom. Judging by the length of my imprisonment I’m guessing it has nothing to do with singing or dancing. Naimah: I can’t tell you. I can only promises you that it had nothing to do with the Dark Side. Prasata: You may not be directly using the Dark Side, but by working with a Sith you might as well be. Naimah: You are free to go. Lord Vader has transferred a generous amount into your personal account that should more than compensate you for lost profit. Prasata: And that is supposed to make it better? Naimah: I am truly sorry. I wish I could make it up to you. Prasata: Some things you cannot make up, Naimah. Naimah: I’m sorry about…you know how sorry I’m about …that… Prasata: I know you are sorry, but that won’t bring her back. Executor, deep space: Lord Vader’s android was wholly convincing to all but the most discerning of minds. He walked about the Executor, making his presence known, his breathing signaling the dreaded presence through each and every hallway. Officers paused, made the necessary greetings, saluted; all were relieved when he passed by. They all knew the black machine was hollow inside, not just physically but metaphorically as well. What they didn't know was that this being, this stealth duplicate, lacked even the ember of humanity that was Anakin Skywalker. Officer Piett watched his commander approach the bridge and cross his arms, looking out into space. Something was different, and it bothered him, but he could not put his finger on it. Officer Piett: My mind is working overtime. It is natural to be on edge when working around him. I should be lucky I've been promoted this far and he's spared my life. My life... Officer Piett gave this some thought. And then it hit him. Lord Vader hadn't returned salutes, hadn't spoken to any of his subordinates, and hadn't any new objectives for a mission since he arrived on board the last couple days. He hadn't even force choked a subordinate, a tragically common occurrence…It was as if he didn't care at all. Coruscant, Darth Vader’s palace: Sweat dripped down onto the marble floor; one by one the drops fell like rain making small pools of salty liquid on the smooth surface. His whole body was wet and glistened in the intense light of the fluorescent lamps. He hated the light, without the help of his infrared vision it seamed painfully bright. Its shine assaulted his eyes and he made a mental note for the third time that evening to have the droids change the lamps. Angrily his arms shot up and down lifting his chest off the floor for the hundredth time, he had just come back from his lightsaber training but did not want to go to bed without completing another set of exercises. It had been three weeks since he woke up from the coma and his body was still not as strong as he would have liked it to be. His muscles tightened as he struggled through another push-up, sweat burned in his eyes but he hardly bothered to blink it away. Darth Vader: One hundred and two, one hundred and thr…eee… A man in his position could hardly afford to be three weeks away from his duties and he was trying to catch up, reading through massive amounts of data and going over military records making sure his men were doing their jobs. The droid was already at the “Executor” on the top of a very long chain of command leading his men. Darth Vader: One hundred and four… In his sleep he was hooked up to an electric exercise machine and he woke up every two hours to ingest protein pills and nutrients to replenish the lost calories. Early in the morning he practiced his lightsaber techniques and actually enjoyed pushing his body to the limits knowing that soon he would be strong enough for anything. There were no limits to his new body, he could jump and squat and roll on the floor, all things that were impossible in the suit. He enjoyed the freedom of movement more than anything. But as always he was impatient, he wanted it all and he wanted it now. He used the Force to command the cells in his body to work faster and build muscles; he ate as often as he could, ingesting massive amounts of protein all in order to put on weight faster. He was obsessive in his endeavor, training for hours without break. When he was not training he was behind his desk working, and when he was not working he was exercising. Although he wanted to, he had not seen Naimah, except for in passing, ever since the day he woke up from the transfer. At night he had wished to call her to him, but his duty came first so he spent his night studying military data files and tending to pressing imperial matters. Darth Vader: One hundred and…six, one hund…red…and…se…ven… Unable to sleep, Naimah stumbled across Darth Vader’s private chamber while wandering towards the library in search of something to read. Actually it was the thoughts of him that were preoccupying her mind and leaving her restless and she searched for an excuse to leave her own room. She heard a noise, much like a groan, coming from the other side of his massive door as she passed. In a moment or two she heard the noise again. Without further thought she knocked on his chamber door. Darth Vader: Go away! He knew it was her at the door, he could feel her presence the minute she stepped out of her room. The last thing he wanted to do at the moment is see her, or more accurately have her see him. Not yet, he thought. Not until he was fully himself. Naimah: I will not. Not until I have seen that you are well. Please, just open the door and let me… Darth Vader: Go away from that door, Naimah! His tone was controlled, but his voice was desperate. He was hardly able to stand on his two feet from exhaustion. She could not see him this way, he reasoned. Naimah pushed a combination into a screen on the wall and the door slid open. It was pitch black inside; he must have turned the lights off. She took a few steps into the room, searching the darkness for him. She felt him through the Force, heard his raspy and pained breathing and realized he was panting. The darkness was slowly giving way to shadows. Her eyes scanned the massive room until she found him. He looked worse than he sounded. Immediately she commanded the lights to turn on and ran to his side. Naimah: What did you do to yourself? Darth Vader: Turn around and go back to your room. I will not repeat myself again. Naimah: The hell I will! I did not watch your every move for two weeks, not knowing if you would ever wake up, only to watch you kill yourself now. Darth Vader: You are overstepping your boundaries. Naimah: Am I? Darth Vader: And I’m dangerously close to losing my patience. Naimah: Then do it! What are you going to do, fight me again? We’ve been through that. Immediately his hand shot up and grabbed her neck squeezing it relentlessly. His fingernails dug into her flesh. She screamed pushing him away with her elbow until she felt his strength give out, then punched him freeing herself. He staggered a few steps back almost tripping over his feet. Utterly motionless, except for the throbbing in her heart, she contemplated her predicament. Punching Darth Vader was most certainly not the smartest thing she had ever done. Vader wiped the blood off his mouth. Gritting his teeth he reached out for her neck again. Naimah ducked at the last second and Force pushed his exhausted body across the room. He landed by the foot of his bed unconscious. At once she came to his side and lifted him onto the bed. Naimah: Force, what have I done? Alderaan, Royal Palace: Breha Organa dismissed the maid who was packing her husband’s suitcase and started folding the garments herself. When they were younger she would always pack his suitcases for him, carefully picking out the clothes she thought he would need. It was one of the many little ways she used to show him how much she loved him. Over the years her duties had taken her away from the many intimate moments with Bail but she always found time to be there for his departures. Today however, she had a pressing matter on her mind. Queen Organa: Do you think it is a good idea for Master Suncica Koian to stay at the palace? Bail Organa: What do you mean? Queen Organa: She is a Force user, so are her children…and I know Leia has the same gift. Don’t you think Darth Sidious will sense the present of so many Jedi on Alderaan? Master Yoda and Master Obi-Wan chose to be far from each other for the same reasons, did they not? Bail Organa: The boys are leaving tomorrow to join their father, and Leia will follow me to Coruscant in two weeks. There is no danger, I assure you. Master Obi-Wan and especially Master Yoda’s Force signatures are too familiar to Sidious and Vader; that is why they cannot afford to be together on the same planet. Queen Organa: Are you sure? Bail Organa: Yes, I’m sure. Don’t worry. Queen Organa: Why didn’t you tell them about Master Yoda and Obi-Wan? Don’t you think they deserve to know that there are at least two other Jedi out there? Bail Organa: It wasn’t my place to tell them. As far as I know, Obi-Wan and Master Yoda haven’t contacted other Jedi. They must have their reasons. Besides, there is too much at stake, we are keepers of a powerful secret. If ever the Emperor or Vader would find out about the twins… Queen Organa: I understand. Coruscant, Darth Vader’s Palace: She examined him, the shadows under his eyes were frightening and there were bruises all over his body from inexorable lightsaber training. His muscles were more prominent now, something not easily achieved in three weeks training. She put her hand on his wet forehead brushing away the stray hairs that were sticking to it. He was very handsome she concluded. She remembered her father’s words. Why was she helping this Sith Lord? Naimah knew who he was, what he was. She knew of the horrible things he had done. Yet she was drawn to him, to that small piece of humanity she had encountered buried deep inside him so long ago. Was it still there, she wondered? Looking at his face she could imagine him being a good person. He opened his eyes and caught her studying his features. Naimah: I’m sorry I punched you. Darth Vader: Not as sorry as you would have been if… Naimah: …if you had all your big bad strength? You know I’m sick of this. Ever since we met, I have been nothing but forthcoming towards you. I have never given you a reason not to trust me. Yet every time we are together you have this need to establish your dominance over me. Darth Vader: I seem to recall an incident where you had sided with my enemy, helping him escape while putting me in a compromised position. Naimah: And I have paid for it. First you beat me almost to death, than I was imprisoned for half a standard year. Not to mention, you also challenged me to a duel where you had an obvious and unfair advantage. Darth Vader: I spared your life, didn’t I? Putting both of his hands behind his head he leaned back against a pillow, giving her a crooked smile. He was very handsome when he smiled, she thought, and wondered if he was a carefree person before he turned to the Dark Side. Naimah: I guess that makes us even then. Darth Vader: Fair enough. Naimah: How long will I have to prove myself, until you trust me? Is that ever going to happen or are we forever going to go in circles? Darth Vader: Trust is hard to come by these days, Naimah. Naimah: You will have to give me something, I can’t keep giving and giving without anything in return. Darth Vader: What do you want? I mean really, what do you want from me? Naimah: I want you to be a Jedi. Darth Vader: And I want my wife back. Neither of us will get what they want. His face contorted in pain and she was sorry she had said what she did, especially since she did not mean to say it. Of course he wouldn’t magically turn into a Jedi. Most likely that would never happen. She only said it as a halfhearted joke, even though it was what she truly wished in her heart. Naimah kicked herself mentally, she had never been a funny person and it was a mystery to her why she would even attempt a joke. Especially in a situation like this. Naimah: It must be hard for you to look at me and see her. I don’t know why I changed my appearance. Palpatine asked me to, but I could have said no. Darth Vader: No you couldn’t. He gets what he wants. Naimah: To be honest, I wanted to change. I wanted to be closer to you. Darth Vader: I am aware of your lofty goals, trust me when I say you haven’t got a chance. I am what I am. Naimah: I know there is still good in you. I felt it when we first met. Ever since that day I have felt the Force pushing me towards you. Darth Vader: You are wasting your time. Naimah: I’m not going to give up on you. Darth Vader: Maybe it was not the will of the Force; maybe you just saw something in me that reminded you of yourself. You couldn’t be a Jedi, and neither could I. Maybe that is what you see in me, a missed opportunity like yourself. Naimah: Do you ever miss it? Darth Vader: No. Sometimes I felt like a slave all over again when I stood in front of the council. It was humiliating. Naimah: What about Obi-Wan? Darth Vader: Enough with your questions! She had taken it too far. Sometimes she felt like she could talk to him like a person, but then he pulled away from her into the darkness of his mind where she couldn’t reach him further. Frustrated, she fell back into the pillows and mumbled an apology. Darth Vader: I have work to do; you may leave me now. Naimah: I’m not going anywhere. Your work can wait; you are exhausted and should go to sleep. Without this stupid exercise machine, your body needs rest. Darth Vader: I know you think you have won some small victory, but don’t be fooled, I could snap your neck in less than two seconds. Naimah: Please…just this one time. Although he would have never admitted it, he was more than willing to give in to her. After a cold shower he collapsed onto his bed. She put both of her hands on his chest like she had done many times before, when she was healing him, and let the energy of the Force wash over his body. Instantly he felt completely at peace, all of his worries melted away and even his heart was beginning to feel light. Moments later he drifted off to sleep. Naimah took a deep breath, calming herself, and dissolved her mind into the Force. Her energy latched itself onto his and she tried to probe deep within his soul like she had done before. Even in his sleep he was still a Sith Master, dark and menacing, cold as a granite wall. There was darkness all around him swallowing him whole, keeping his mind from reaching into the subconscious levels that he kept hidden even from himself. Slowly she found a small light still burning in his core, an almost insignificant piece of himself that she could not touch no matter how hard she tried. But it was there, and that knowledge gave her hope. Naimah: Anakin…don’t give up… Deep Space: The Vader clone was sent out to lead the fight against the latest Rebellion insurgency; those who had gleaned Imperial construction plans through subterfuge and underground means. They had gotten too close to the Empire, had crossed channels without proper authentication, and a threat was established. The orders came via remote Holo, from the Emperor himself. Vader deployed with his men, leading the ships as they quickly made their way through the vastness of space. The Rebel ships were in range; and as the Imperial force advanced, they wondered if it would be a direct standoff, or if perhaps the Rebellion was simply baiting them. Closer.... closer... No one seemed to be moving. Holo of Officer Piett: Stand by for Lord Vader’s signal. TIE Fighters: Roger. The two Rebel ships fell away at opposite ends just before they were fired upon, bringing their crafts around to catch the TIE-fighter and Vader’s crew off-balance as they continued their straight trajectory. Vader jerked back on the throttle, bringing his TIE in a sharp vertical path, before the Rebels identified him and followed his course. The Imperial squad regrouped their positioning and followed them, trying to get a direct shot on the Rebels before they could reach Vader. Sierra Three: Delta-one, this is Sierra-three. I have a visual on him. Fire on my mark. ...two...three… Delta-one caught a glimpse of a blinding flash of light to his left hand side, before he instinctively wobbled his own craft, avoiding the subsequent shots that were meant for him. Falconer, his co-hort, his friend, gone... Dedrick: No. Now is not the time. No grief, no pity... He followed Vader's craft with renewed focus and vigor, pushing the pain and anger deep down into a singular, blinding point of purpose that led only to one thing--Vader's demise. The rise of the Alliance. Dedrick: No grief, no pity, press on. I have a mission. He was able to shadow Vader's craft and second-guess the Sith's actions more than he'd ever thought possible; it was as though the energy, the instinct, flowed through him. In the next moment he had him in the cross hairs. And didn't hesitate to pull the trigger. He vowed silently, soothed his friend's sacrifice had not been in vain. Dedrick: For Falconer. Coruscant, Darth Vader’s Palace: As always, he woke with the first rays of morning light. This morning was different, however. He felt surprisingly rested although every muscle in his body was stiff with pain. A small hand was resting comfortably on his chest and he turned to his side to look at Naimah’s sleeping face. Her features were relaxed and at peace, she was more beautiful than an angel, he thought. She looked so much like Padme that he imagined his wife was actually there, sleeping next to him. He watched her breathe and pretended it was still the Clone Wars, they were married, she did not die, she would wake up any minute and remind him not to be late for his briefing with the council. Darth Vader: Padme…I love you so much. Deep Space: Dedrick pulled back hard and sharp on the throttle, not staying to witness his victory, and the subsequent fireworks that signaled Vader's end. As he made the jump to hyperspace and far away from frontlines, he pondered the culmination of pride, grief, and adrenaline that swelled up inside of him. This day had marked the beginning of the Empire's fall, and the death of his closest friend. A tear rolled down his cheek, when he finally allowed his emotion to surface. Dedrick: For Falconer… -----signature----- The Heart of Lord Vader http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/22267411/p1/?2 Do or do not, there is no try.-Yoda http://www.myspace.com/jedinela Check out my movie: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LC9KrmNpoQg
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ratna Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 10/2/07 1:41pm Subject: RE: The Heart of Lord Vader; 10 years after RotS
	Oh man, I was reading this right when you were sending out PM's. I just saw it at the top of the Saga board and dove right in. Finished reading, thought to myself, 'hey, updated but no pm, what up?' Then i look at the top of the screen and there it is. haha on me. I can't save the whole galaxy, but I can follow the path laid out before me. He is my path. Loved that! Vader really needs an attitude adjustment. But the whole exchange between them was truly poignant. Although he would have never admitted it, he was more than willing to give in to her. After a cold shower he collapsed onto his bed. She put both of her hands on his chest like she had done many times before, when she was healing him, and let the energy of the Force wash over his body. Instantly he felt completely at peace, all of his worries melted away and even his heart was beginning to feel light. Moments later he drifted off to sleep. Naimah took a deep breath, calming herself, and dissolved her mind into the Force. Her energy latched itself onto his and she tried to probe deep within his soul like she had done before. Even in his sleep he was still a Sith Master, dark and menacing, cold as a granite wall. There was darkness all around him swallowing him whole, keeping his mind from reaching into the subconscious levels that he kept hidden even from himself. Slowly she found a small light still burning in his core, an almost insignificant piece of himself that she could not touch no matter how hard she tried. But it was there, and that knowledge gave her hope. Naimah: Anakin ... don't give up ... I second the emotion! Some things should be held on to, like humanity and hope. Some things should be let go, like fear and hate. -----signature----- Ou n'a tu pas tellement aime quelqu'un que tu avais peur de l'aimer au peur des souvenirs?
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