The healer's POV:
There was no attempt to hide his footsteps- I could hear Lord
Vader's boots pounding down the hallway as rebel soldiers guarding
our underground hospital fell back gasping for air as he passed
them. Surely I was feeling their suffocating death in through the
force.
My mind was spinning as I tried to stay focused as I gripped my
lightsaber, knowing he was coming for us. I was a Jedi healer- not a
jedi warrior. Physical conflict, although I am trained in
combatative
arts, is not my forte. I looked over at my charge- lying on the
brink
of death on the makeshift infirmary bed. The former Senator of
Naboo, wife of Annakin Skywalker and leader/founder of the rebel
alliance was mortally wounded and in my care.

Mortally wounded she was, by her 'beloved'.

There was an uncanny silence and my heart pounded in my ears. The
footsteps stopped at our door. I could feel Vader's force sense
probing the chamber- searching for us. Although Padme's life force
was weak, her force signature was still strong- and I was attempting
to shield our presence... either way, I knew we could not hide
because Vader had been after all, a jedi once. He could not only
sense people, but he could sense a shield- he would know I was
keeping something from him.

The door force opened abruptly and my saber sprang to life as I
assumed a defensive position in front of my patient. I would not
allow him to smite her. I was going to assure that she would at
least die a peaceful death- not a merciless one at his hands. I
could
afford her at least that.

Vader stood there calmly, and alone. His hood covered all of his
face but his mouth. "Put down your saber, Gala," he said in a
monotone voice, devoid of emotion.
My saber fell from my hands and I was invisibly propelled to my
knees. I could not move anything from my neck down. I looked up at
the dark lord, feeling my heart beat with forbidden anger.
The hooded man glanced toward Padme, just long enough to see her
chest rise and fall in a shallow sigh. Vader shrugged off his hood
and his blue/black eyes bored into mine, his force signature
electrifying my body.

"Well, Lord Vader. You certainly still LOOK like Annakin Skywalker."
I stated smugly, looking up at him from my denigrated position.
Vader seemed to relax a moment, shifting his weight to the left and
tickling his deactivated lightsaber with his robotic arm- now gloved
in black leather. He turned toward Padme and gave me a sidelong
glare, speaking with cool, calculated speech, "Do not trifle me with
your nonsense Gala. Do you know why I am here?"

Vader's POV:

This woman had always been a thorn in my side during my days as a
Jedi. She was, of course, weaker than I, but then again, who isn't?
Galaxa Tri Sephone was always trying to tell me to give Obi Wan a
chance- to revere EVERYTHING the council said-to control my emotions-
etcetra, etcetra. To do anything and everything I NEVER wanted to
do. I do not know why I kept company with her all those years - she
was infuriating. Maybe it was her physical endowments and healing
and nurturing talents that made her bearable to me...Well, I will
one day learn to control my emotions, as Miss Holier than thou
preached to me once- just not now. NOT NOW- when I am finally free
to express myself- my anger, my hate, my rage, my ability to wield
power. I am liberated by the dark side and she cannot understand
that
the dark side redeemed me. She can never understand how it feels-
how
my master betrayed me- how my beloved took my world and shattered it
a million pieces as easily as one could shatter delicate
crystal...Galaxa would never know what it would be like to wake up
and realize things wouldn't last because they couldn't- that my life
was a lie. How dare she preach to me about the living force when she
knew nothing of it? Galaxa was taken into the order as an infant,
quickly recognized for her abilities. She never knew anything but
the order- becoming completely selfless and unaware of self
importance. She never knew the love of a spouse- a mother- or the
anxiety of trying to live life in the everyday universe. She was
raised to be a martyr. It made me sick. Especially now because I am
finally free to do whatever I will- with no nagging conscious- no
constraints- and nobody to worry about.
"Yes, I do know why you are here." She answered me with a wry smile.
Was this woman mocking me?
"My patience is wearing thin, Gala. Don't forget, you are a healer,
not a warrior. A tangle with me would mostly assuredly be your
undoing,"I hissed in response and leered at the kneeling woman.

3rd person POV

Galaxa put her head down, trying to avert his seering gaze.His
presence was so strong it made her lightheaded, as it was his
intention to drain her. He was walking in slow, maddening circles
around Gala as he seemed to be appraising her. She had always been
quite a beautiful woman- although sworn to celibacy, she was made
for sin. But there was more to her than her generous curves- maybe
it was her mystical quality- the way her two huge emerald green eyes
were bottomless oceans of care and mirth at the same time- the way
her thick black eyelashes framed those eyes...her long jet black
hair, now functionally braided down her back, with stray pieces
sweeping her cheeckbones.Maybe it was their history...Her dark green
cloak was falling off of her left shoulder, exposing her voluptious,
lean form, clad in a fitted Jedi jumpsuit. Yes, she was enticing, he
decided. Vader suddenly stopped in front of her face and deftly
squatted right in front of her face, so that they were eye to
eye.Speaking slowly, and articulating with his robotic index finger
to her chestplate, he whispered darkly: "Padme will die." He gave
her a final poke and sneered, coming so close to her face that they
were breathing the same air.

Galaxa showed no emotion.Instead, knowing she was tap dancing on a
landmine,she tried to think of a diversion to give Padme more time.
She decided to blow Vader an insolent kiss,puckering the air that
was all but an inch between them.

Vader was infuriated as he slammed her down to the floor by the back
of her neck, snarling in anger.Her left cheek was pressed to the
floor as he lowered his own head to glare at her, again inches away
from her face, his hand still crushing her neck. He leaned to her
ear, and whispered, "You're lucky I am into games or you would most
certainly be dead by now." Gala felt her heart skip a beat.He
continued in his emotionless voice, now at its regular volume and
simply stated, "Beg me to release you."
She winced inaudibly in pain, but replied softly that she would not.
He responded with malicious laughter and whispered in ear, "oh, but
you will.."

Just then a moan escaped Padme's lips and Vader lost his
concentration, thereby releasing the healer. Galaxa recognized her
chance as Vader stepped forward toward Padme's bedside.

"Annakin- do not touch that woman." Galaxa had force grabbed her
saber and ignited it, poised to strike inches from Vader's back. He
sighed. "you just don't give up, do you Galaxa tri?"Before she knew
what was happening, her saber flew across the room and Vader was
picking her up by her throat, carrying her to the wall and ramming
her back into it.
"You should not get involved in affairs that do not concern you.I
may need to tach you a lesson," he growled suggestivley, then
released her.

"Skywalker, listen to me!' Gala cried out, massaging her neck. "you
know this was not Padme's fault."
" I will not have remorse for exacting my revenge. First, Padme-
next will be Obi Wan.Do not attempt to stand in my way Gala. I do
not want to kill you, but I will."
"Annakin- your emotions betray you. Padme only told Palpatine where
to find you to save Naboo from being destroyed- how was she to know
Palpatine was a Sith?That he wanted you to be his hand?No one
thought that you would not escape him!"
"Well, that was her mistake. I never chose my duties over our love.
I am glad that I am his apprentice-but at the time I was betrayed
by her.I did not want to be his, at the time."Padme's breathing had
become much more shallow.
"If you were going to kill her, Annakin, you already would have- all
you've done since you've been here is assail me. I would not let you
kill her anyway. You have tormented her enough."
"I have tormented HER? I left the Order for her- I went to to work
for Palpatine because she wanted me to-"
"But who knew Palpatine was corrupt- Annakin-"
"DO NOT CALL ME THAT ANYMORE. THAT NAME HAS NO MEANING ANYMORE."
Vader boomed.
Gala was quieted but she still would not give up."I sense the
conflict in you.You still have a chance," she said softly.
"Are you mad, woman? I do not want that chance- nor does it exist-
any shot the weak side of the force had to so call "redeem" me was
lost the day Amidala gave my children to Obi wan to hide from me.
But although I know not who they are, I will find them- despite
Amidala and Obi Wan's attempts to keep us apart.I WILL rule with
them," Vader stated scornfully.
"Obi wan was trying to help the children and Padme- "
"Shut up.He cut her off and force propelled her backward onto the
bed and she hit her head, kneeling on the floor, her upper body over
Padme's.
"Do you know why Obi Wan was such a 'loyal ' friend to my former
wife? DO you know the truth, my dearest?"He inquired angrily, raing
an eyebrow and pursing his lips.
"Annakin- what are you saying to me?" She moaned. It could not be
true.
" My master was quite willing to be my stand in in my absence. Padme
was quite willing, you know," he replied cooly."so, you see, my
precious wife is my enemy in more ways than one. Her being the
leader of the rebel alliance makes things a lot less personal." he
snickered."My reason for killing her tonight has nothing to do with
personal affairs. They are dead anyway. I come here because it is my
master's bidding to see to it that Amidala does, in fact,die." He
looked at her expectantly.After a few moments she answered.

"Then why have you waited so long- you could have already killed us
both." Galaxa quipped.

He sauntered over to where she was slumped over. " I told you that
already. I like games." With that, he gingerly brushed her off of
the bed and she sat hunched on the floor. The healer was having a
difficult time keeping her head up with the soreness on her throat
and bruise forming on her head. He leaned over Padme and began to
speak in a sing songy voice:"Pad-me, oh Pad-me. My dear, have you
missed me? "
Padme groaned, struggling for air. Her still beautiful face was
contorted and wincing in pain. "Open your eyes my dear! I want you
to see me as you take your last breath," he said maliciously.

Seizing her opportunity while Vader was suffocating Padme, she
pulled the back of Vader's cloak with all her might and he landed on
his back. Straddling him,She quickly punched him with all the
strength she could muster in his pelvis. Vader was more aghast at
this embarassment than in pain- but he was shocked and Gala did hurt
him. Gala quickly hoisted Padme upon her shoulders and used her jedi
reflexes to throw a force punch to Vader's pelvis again- just to
deter him a little longer. She knew that stunt only bought them a
few minutes as she made off down the corridors.

The dead rebel soldiers Vader had killed were strewn across the
hallway.Anyone alive had already fled. Galaxa was trying to use the
force to send a distress mesaage to some of the Jedi to help her.
Vader, she knew would be close behind. She wouldn't last much longer
against him, and although Padme was tiny, her weight began to take a
toll on the already diminished strength of the healer.She was
reaching out for Obi wan- Yoda- anyone. Gala began to look for a
place to hide as she remembered how their ability to use the force
had diminished because of the dark side- because of the rise of
Vader. Even the Jedi had shed their identities and gone into hiding,
helping the rebels in secret, as Vader was purging th galaxy of
them.She lay Amidala down on the floor in an abandoned corridor,a
door on each end of the wide hallway. She took off her cloak and
fashioned a pillow for Padme and then there was a small voice.
"Galaxa, my friend." Padme was speaking.
"Padme," she nearly sobbed-"how can I help you?"
"You have been a loyal protectress, my old friend...I am going to
leave this realm now. I will not allow him to take that from me- I
know he is here." Padme was mumbling weakly,but her eyes were
shining, yet hollow. It was as if her spirit was already leaving her
body. "I am confident with my legacy, and those I leave behind.I am
at peace."
Galaxa was at shocked that Padme could speak. She had not uttered a
word, moreover been conscious since the day of the battle. On the
very streets of Coruscant, Vader had electrocuted her. She had been
on the verge of death and internally bleeding for weeks. There had
been nothing the healers could do for her except make her
comfortable. But now, here at the end, she was speaking. Galaxa's
heart swelled with sorrow. They had been friends most of their adult
life, with mutual respect and admiration for eachother as warmly as
sisters would feel."Please, my friend, what can I do?"
Padme's lips curled into a tiny smile. "Help me sleep Galaxa, make
it easy for me, my dear."
Galaxa could not prevent a tear from falling from her chhek onto
Padme's tiny hand and Padme squeezed it. "Fare the well, my fond
friend."

Galaxa was barely escaping tears while she concentrated on the
healing techniques to induce peaceful slumber for Padme. The rebel
alliance leader sighed and smiled as she felt Galaxa's energy flow
through her body. Her head rolled to the side and she slept.After
what seemed like hours, she was gone. Galaxa cried silently.

But even as Gala vigilantly sat over the body of Padme Amidala, she
suddenly realized that Vader let them get away. This alarmed her.
Her heart began to pound in her throat and her head began to swim as
she realized her would do something unspeakable to her, now that
Padme was gone, she feared for herself alone.This was a new emotion
for her. Her senses pricked up, sensing someone- Obi Wan burst
through the door at the end of the corridor and ran foward with a
few rebel soldiers behind him. "Gala! " he cried out. "Padme- oh my
PADME-"he breathed, realizing she was gone, leaning over her body.
Before she knew what was happening, Gala was grabbed from behind and
once again rendered without her facilities from her neck
down. "Really Vadey. You're becoming quite predictable with this
force paralyzation technique." She was scared senseless but tried to
hide it with her dry humor.She struggled in vain as he wrapped one
arm around her waist and the other around her neck , squeezing her
so hard she thought she would implode.Vader smiled wickedly as he
looked at Obi Wan. "Oh. Hello there MASTER. Look, your lover is with
you again at last," he was gestturing toward Padme with his chin.

"Vader. Put her down." Obi wan ignited his saber and the rebels
cocked their blasters.
"No,no.. MAster obi Wan, It isn't our time for our duel yet. I am
not interested in that today.But I will be back for you, MASTER," He
jerked his chin again and tipped his head back, sending the men
backward to the end of the hallway and knocking them against the
wall. "Oh yes, master, by the way, I have learned a few new tricks-
how do you like them?" Obi wan was barely conscious as he spat out
unintelligible words.

"Well. Now that this is out of the way, my work here is finished.
You will come with me." He roughly turned Galaxa around to face him.
She was nearly as tall as he was, but she was slumped in his arms,
as her body was still numb. "I will kill you, Vader." she whispered
with a small smile playing at the corner of her mouth. Vader laughed
arrogantly. "Now. Now ,my dear. I feel your anger- mind you don't
turn to the dark side!" he roared with laughter as he laughed at his
own facetious remarks. He assessed her lustily and stated simply, "I
will have you." After he finished scanning her body with his wanton
eyes, they rested on her full breasts. He toyed with the zipper on
her jumpsuit and spoke as if he was reading off a list. " You will
apologize. You will make up for what you have done.And you will beg
me to take you." He was never denied. Not just because he was so
powerful, but because he knew his appearance made women swoon- he
knew he was like a bronzed god. An evil, dark, bronzed god.
Galaxa tried to turn away but she couldn't.She felt herself
strangely aroused in away she never had been. " I will not." she
managed to respond quietly.
His midnight blue eyes returned to hers and burned. Then he made a
simple statement. "Then I will ravage you."

...................
ON vader's ship....

Galaxa was taken to Vader's private chambers by some storm troopers.
SHe was allowed to shower and take a meal. She had not seen Vader in
hours- nor had he spoken anything to her after he stated his
intentions on Coruscant.She surmised that he was reporting to his
master.The waiting was maddening her as she paced the room.

Moments later Vader came in briskly and purposefully.
"OH, Vadey. Good, you're here. Listen. I need to know," (Galaxa was
in top form tonight)"what ARE you going to do to me now?" she
feigned mock horror. She did not understand the urge to taunt this
sadistic individual- perhaps it was her only real defense mechanism.

Vader regarded her in a sidelong glance, realizing this woman was
only afraid of him when he exerted himself. He was not interested in
manipulating the force to constantly keep this jedi in line. He had
more valuable uses for his energies.Vader continued walking into the
chamber, and wordlessly went into an adjoining room.

"Annakin, seriously, now," she continued in a sardonic tone. "it's
been fun, catching up with you on old times and all, but I really
have to GO!!" she was yelling across the room. Really,although she
had known Annakin for her whole life(save 9 years of it) she did not
know exactly what his motives were, and she was not entirely sure if
he wasn't going to let her go. When he did not answer her, she went
into the adjoining room.
"Hey Vadey," she called to him, now aggravated. " I'd like to know
what you are planning for me."
Vader took the holopad he was working with and flung it backwards,
shattering it to pieces as it hit the wall behind him. He took a
step forward, wildly staring at her, almost increduluosly.Galaxa did
not flinch but took a step backward. "Where are you going, Gal? " he
asked in a sugary voice,his mouth forming a crooked smile.

"Well," she quipped dryly as she put her hands on her waist and blew
some hair out of her face, "apparantly not very far since I am in
chambers with a dark lord, a few hundred storm troopers, and I am in
space." Her voice started out flat and had edge to it by the time
she was finished speaking.She leaned against the wall and sighed,
exasperated.
Vader took a few long strides and closed the distance between them.
He splayed his left hand on the wall behind Galaxa, and with his
free hand, quickly ripped the zipper of her jumpsuit down to her
waist, exposing her supple, ample breasts. She gasped as he smiled
and grabbed her right nipple with his free hand. "You really should
learn about respect," he said as he began to knead her breast."You
like this, don't you..." he was torturing her as he played with her
body.He twisted her nipple as he massaged her breast, knowing she
was getting weak."I know you like this, Gala. I know you are
enjoying this,"he taunted, grunting.After a few momnets he spoke
again."Beg me" he whispered into her neck, over and over again.

Galaxa was intoxicated by him. He was such a beautiful man- and she
could tell he was skilled in the arts of passion. He knew just how
to touch her- but he was evil- and to her dismay, she was yielding
to him. Her stomach felt like it was about to fall out of her, and
her blood was coarsing through her lower body. Her knees were
buckling when he pressed his full weight upon her, his impressive
manhood grinding into her moistened sex. " Tell me that you are
sorry for punching me- tell me you will make it up to me. Beg me to
take you," he was again whispering these things into her neck and
her ears- Galaxa's head went from left to right, trying to thwart
his hot breath on her skin from torturing her any longer.
His patience was wearing thin. Vader pulled Gala's thick black hair
at the base of her scalp and forced her to look upon him. This time,
she saw something truly frightening in the midnight that were his
eyes. He had indeed changed completely. Nothing reflected back at
her- there was utter darkness, wanton desire, anger and the thirst
for power. Galaxa was in a trance like state as he began to lick her
neck, her jawline, and then the perimeter of her mouth. There was
not affection in him- this was unbridled lust.
"Beg me!" he commanded again. This time he pulled her hair so hard
that her back arched and he took her breast in his mouth.
Galaxa screamed in pleasure-Vader abruptly stopped and smiled as if
he had won something. "Beg me, " he repeated calmly.
Gala suddenly came to her senses. "NO." she answered firmly.
Vader immediatley released her and stormed out of the chamber. She
lay there panting and on fire.
...................................................................

Part II

It had been days since their last encounter. Vader had not come to
the chambers at all. It was if he was punishing her, the way a child
would be sent to their room for disobedience. She was not allowed to
leave-the door was guarded, and she was without weapons. There was
no holonet, no comlinks- nothing but a the furniture in the room and
a large window that reflected the vast barren of space. The silence
was deafening. She was alone with a host of images of what had come
to pass. Was it his intention to push her to brink of insanity?

On the second day, an imperial soldier had brought some clothing and
toiletries, but that was almost four days ago. That was the last
time she had any contact with anyone, save the droids that brought
her meals. Galaxa's mind was whirling. Had he forgotten about her?
Was he doing this deliberately? She had slowly been catching fire, a
white-hot anger festering in her gut...the cabin fever was making
her a madwoman as she paced to and fro, contemplating when the jedi
would find to her- how she could escape- Vader's motives. She still
could not accept that Anakin was truly this wreckless and sadistic,
but she was beginning to truly believe, for the first time.

Galaxa was constantly trying to meditate but she had grown ever
conscious of her anger and fears, and she loathed herself for that.
Was his intention to turn her? It maddened her even more when she
realized her emotions were cyclical and were nearly impossible to
control.

Releasing a deep sigh she flopped into a seating position on the
bed, hugging her knees to her chest. Her wild ebony tresses were
loose and in her face, covering her left eye. She toyed with the
lace up strings on her gauzy tunic and raised her one eyebrow as she
slipped into frenzied thought once again.

Then he was there.

Staring at her, his eyes narrowed and opened wider as he seemed to
sharpen his vision.

Galaxa sat bolt upright and her breathing narrowed as her chest
visibly heaved up and down in panic. His gaze was animalistic- she
felt like he had just cornered his prey.

Vader threw his black cloak off of his broad shoulders and stood
very still. His shoulder length hair was pulled into a tight
ponytail behind his head, and loose strands of his golden locks
rested on his cheek. His broad shoulders were exposed as he was
wearing garb that would indicate that he had been in a warm clime.
Still, he was dressed entirely in black, from his boots to his neck.
Galaxa noted his exposed muscular arms and once again had a strange
aching rock her innards. Her eyes traveled down from his shoulders
to his right arm- the robotic arm, which had a thin black leather
glove covering it.

Still breathing heavily, Galaxa felt the ties of her tunic opening.
She stared at him, her mouth falling open. But Vader remained stoic.
She felt her breasts being massaged in tandem, her back arched and
her eyes closed as her head rolled backwards. "Why are you doing
this?" she telepathically sent to him. All at once desperate
whispers filled her head barraging her brain like simultaneous tidal
waves. "I need to consume you, I need to fill you, I need to feel
this." He was in her head, and it was making her ears hum, her head
was rolling as she put effort into keeping a focus on him. She
thought she saw a slight smile plague his mouth as he pursed his
lips. His eyes blazed, fire dancing behind them. He motioned
arrogantly with his hand and Galaxa's legs swung apart instantly.
She felt arousing caresses on her mound, her own juices drenching
her thighs while her breasts continued to be gently fondled.

"How much longer must I wait for you, Galaxa?" Vader asked huskily,
still standing where he had been, arms folded across his chest.
Placid. Silent.

She was not answering- she was too swept up in the sensations he was
ministering to her aching body, too mentally exhausted from what had
been transpiring over the last week. She was on the brink of
releasing everything- the sensations were reaching a feverish
frequency, as she was soaring higher and higher on waves of
pleasure.

And then nothing.

He was standing right in front of her. He put his gloved on the back
of her neck and pulled her closer to his bulging pants. "Are you
going to show me how much you want me now?"

She looked up at him, stunned, her hand instinctively went to the
erogenous zone between her legs and for a moment it seemed as if she
was going to finish climaxing herself. Then she grew furious,
gulping for air. Air that was only fueling her rage.

She stood up and force pushed him back a few feet, and he began
chuckling deeply. His laughter was roaring inside of her head. The
currents of anger were flowing through her veins and she finally
erupted.

Vader was laughing so hard that she knew he was not on guard.

"Never." She screamed shrilly. Galaxa delivered a roundhouse kick
into Vader's abdomen and drop kicked his side. Vader stumbled
backwards and doubled over in pain. Galaxa made for the door and
although she was fast, she wasn't fast enough.

He had a large chunk of her hair in his hands, and he pulled her up
to his face. " I think you need a shower, my pet. You need to cool
off." He coldly dragged her into the fresher, turned on the cold
water, and pushed her fully dressed into the stall. It was
humiliating. " I do so enjoy your company, Gal." He said
smugly. "It's a real turn on." With that he tore her tunic straight
off of her and she backed herself against the wall, trying to get as
far away from him as possible, the water soaking her head to toe,
her pert nipples erect on her swollen breasts. Vader reached in with
his gloved hand and pulled her pants to her knees, then tore them
away, leaving Galaxa in her boots and panties, freezing in the
shower. He regarded her for a few moments and she stared at the
tiles on the wall in the shower stall, cold water attacking her
goose bumped skin. Her eyes began to fill with tears and she looked
at the floor brokenly.
It was then that Vader knew he had won. It was all about power for
him. He had broken the jedi – he had been victorious. A wave of
satisfaction and contentment washed over him. She had lost and her
quiet tears were a silent admission of her concession. He reached in
with his gloved hand and lifted her chin, peering into her eyes.
Galaxa met his gaze with her green eyes brimming with salty tears
that had not yet fallen.

"I will please you now, Galaxa." He declared quietly, his eyes more
blue than black now. It was as if the fire in him was extinguished
and she was looking down into a bottomless ocean. Still this was
alarming, but at least she was not threatened by being consumed with
flames.

Vader turned off the frigid water with the force and stepped in the
stall. All the while, Galaxa could not keep her eyes from his. He
kneeled down and began to kiss her inner thighs softly, working his
way closer to the center of her erogenous zone. He put his mouth
directly on the core of her desire and began to lap at it through
her panties. The sensation it created and idea of fabric separating
her quivering femininity from his hot tongue projected her from
broken sorrow to sheer ecstasy. He continued to arouse her. She was
growing hotter and hotter, growing frantic with desire for him.
Galaxa stopped herself from grabbing his head- she wanted so badly
to touch him and pull her closer to her, but she was too scared. So
instead she entwined one hand in her own hair, and let the other rub
her hardened breasts. She was getting closer and closer to
climaxing, small moans escaping her mouth and she groped herself and
Vader continued licking. Sensing she was primed and ready to
release, he moved the panties to the side and resumed licking her
skillfully, inserting his fingers rhythmically in and out of the wet
inferno that was hers. This pushed Galaxa over the brink and her
back arched as she twitched violently against his mouth, crying out.
The hot winds of pleasure blew across her again and again-Vader kept
his mouth where it was until her spasms began to ebb. She sighed as
he detached himself from her, and she slumped down in the stall,
relieved and satiated. Standing up, he pulled a towel around her and
walked away.

Galaxa nervously scrambled to her feet as she was kicking off her
sopping wet boots. Following him out of the fresher, she cried
out. "Anakin! Where are you going?"

He stopped with his back to her, answering with measured words. " To
have your pod prepared. I am releasing you."

She quickly crossed the room and stood behind him. He turned his
head to the left, cocking his head backwards, asking, "Is there
anything else you need to know?"

Galaxa was overcome with confusion. Still tentative about touching
him, she put her hand out, retracted it, and then reached out again
for his shoulder. Feeling her hand, Vader stiffened. He whirled
around and clutched her wrist. "Don't."
"But I- An- uh-I-" the words would not come. He looked at her
quizzically and pushed her wrist away. There was brief silence as he
stared at her expectantly. He could not read her mind because she
was too confused.
"I have important things to do Galaxa. See to it that you are
presentable when I return for you. It will not be long to prepare."
Vader turned away and purposefully walked to the door.
Just then she slipped in front of him.

"You cannot go." Galaxa stood in front of the door.

He was growing annoyed. "Ok, humor me," he snorted.

" I will not do that," her eyes averted his gaze and then peeked up
at him, heavy lidded and sparkling. " I want you. I want to show you
how much I do," she paused. "And I want to apologize."

He was not interested. "Get out of my way, please. I am busy. "Vader
brushed her out of the way.

Galaxa felt like she had been impaled with a lightsaber as his words
assailed her heart.

"No." She recovered as she felt fresh tears stinging her eyes.
Galaxa stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing
him into a deep kiss. Moments later his arms went around her waist
and he began to kiss her with reckless abandon. She was crying as he
breathlessly whispered between kisses, "I am so sorry my old friend.
Please forgive me."

She did not know what to think as he was apologizing, kissing her
frantically on her mouth, her face, and her neck. She hoped it was
not just a momentary bout of weakness, that he really had a chance
to redeem himself from the dark side. But something deep inside of
Galaxa screamed, and she knew that he was not going to be brought
back to the light side anytime soon.

They were backpedaling toward the bed, Vader breathing heavily as he
sought to drown himself in her. His desperate kisses a testimony to
his
unbridled burdensome emotions; his tongue plunging in and out. His
lips searched Gala's face and neck, then returned to her mouth.
Vader's arms tightened even more around her waist as they fell
backwards onto the bed. His left hand went to her hair and his right
roamed desperately up and down her body. He was frantic, murmuring
incoherently.

Vader was pressing himself upon her so heavily that Galaxa thought
she was going to suffocate.

Part III

Later …

It had been hours. Vader was lying beside Galaxa sleeping deeply.
His left arm was draped over her chest, and his left leg pinned her
thighs to the bed. Although his weight was not crushing, it was
enough to keep her confined. She dared not move for fear of waking
him; and if truth be told, afraid of something more.

Gala silently lay there in thought. The bright lights in the room
began to sting her eyes, so she used the force to turn them off.
Only the light of endless of stars twinkling coldly in the black
desert of space filled the chamber. She was cold, as she was naked,
save only his limbs were that were covering her.

She had taken to reflecting on the earlier events of the night.
After he had kissed and fondled her desperately for a few minutes,
Vader exhaled deeply, and slumped beside her, assuming the position
it was still in. He had stared at her in silence, reflecting nothing
but cold ice in his midnight blue eyes. Galaxa, barely breathing,
looked back at him, images boring into her mind. It was if he was
trying to tattoo her with his pain and anger. She saw images of his
life- but none of the happiness he had ever had- she saw visions of
death, deceit, despair, and horror. It was too much for her to
endure, and she began to perspire, straining for air with lungs that
were already tight.

And then it was if he turned it off. His eyes closed instantly and
he was in slumber.

"Is this ever a mind twister," she thought to herself. She had no
idea what was happening. This man was so very psychotic, conflicted,
and undeniably dark. She had never been trained to deal with anyone
like this- it was simply unthinkable that anyone could be so
twisted. Maybe it was a bad idea that the Jedi ever let him go. They
should have approved his marriage. Things would never have
progressed the way they did, had the council kept him on. Anakin
Skywalker was not someone you would want to be your enemy. The proof
was beside her in the shadows.

Gala noticed that the ship's position allowed a perfect view of one
of Coruscant's blue moons. She stared at the celestial body, and
began to contemplate matters of the force.

Galaxa's POV:

"It certainly is not a simple matter of duality." I was thinking
about all of the gray areas in between black and white, good and
bad, right from wrong- and the darkside and lightside of the force.
It is all about emotions- emotions are not one or the other- it is
the way an individual handles them that are good and bad. It is a
choice one makes every day. I glanced at Vader's figure in the
shadows. How can I pity and fear someone at the same time? He had
always lived with a lot more of the baggage than any of the Jedi,
but he was also the `chosen one',
and he had more ability than any of us. During the days at the
Temple, he had always been a loose canon, but now he was a virtual
wrecking ball, randomly acting on his whims. That was the darkside.
Acting without constraint and thought of anyone was succumbing to
the evil side of the force. Does that make one evil? In this case, I
think so. But I do not think that good and evil are mutually
exclusive- so that makes me believe there must be some good in
Anakin somewhere. My only question is how much evil will make it
impossible to ever embrace the light again?

Anakin's pride has always been his weakness. I am guessing Palpatine
constantly rubs salt in his wounds, to keep him loyal. Skywalker is
a commodity- a powerful ally. He could not afford to lose him. I
fear that if Anakin's ego is continually damaged, he will become
even more capable of committing far worse atrocity in this universe.
Right now, he seems to act on who is directly in his way- but who is
to say he wouldn't eventually lash out on a general scale and murder
billions? It is no secret that the Empire is building that
deathstar… And I believe Palpatine understands his apprentice all
too well. I looked at Vader's face again, and shuddered at the
thoughts that were running through my mind.

"Are you cold, Galaxa Tri, or is it your thoughts of me that make
you shiver?"

I was stunned. How could I be so stupid as to forget to shield my
thoughts? His eyes were still closed and he hadn't moved at all. I
answered him honestly, my voice barely a whisper,
"Both."
He wordlessly rolled away from me and walked to the window, turning
away from me.
"Space is cold," he stated absently.
I grabbed a blanket from the bed, wrapping it over my head and
shoulders, pulling it closed over my body, much the way I would wear
my standard Jedi cloak. It was a comforting thing for me to do
mentally as well as physically.

I walked toward him, the unused part of the blanket audibly dragging
across the floor. God, was it that still in here? Another shiver
traveled up my spine.

On another note, I felt that he would not want anything I could
offer him- at least not after he had read my thoughts while I
thought that he was asleep. I stood a few feet behind him as I saw
his stone face expression reflect at me in the window.

"Are you going to send me away now?"

………………………………
Vader's POV:

I turned to face the woman. She looked like a lost pet, her head and
shoulders covered in a blanket, shivering, and ...hopeful? I looked
at her for a long time. I had indulged myself in this nonsense long
enough. I had the universe to seize. Then again, perhaps I will keep
her for amusement. But she still is a danger to me- she knows too
much about me.
I really want to deny everything but my anger and hate right now. It
feels good to give in to it. I am not interested in understanding
and `healing'. I am much more powerful this way. Much more
respected. Galaxa has already experienced a moment of weakness in
me. I cannot afford another episode like that in her presence. She
is a Jedi Healer- and jedi healers are not only trained to heal the
physically wounded, they are taught to assuage psychological
anguish. While I am not particularly worried about her success
in `healing' me, I am worried that my Master will not look upon my
desire to keep her favorably. He will consider her a threat.
Moreover, my current mission happens to be purging the Jedi. Unless-
well, I will give her the choice.

"Are you willing to be an imperial prisoner?"
"What do you mean?"

I knew she understood.

"If you leave, the next time our paths happen to cross, I will kill
you. Once you leave here, you are once again, an enemy of the Empire…
and now, Galaxa tri, I will not be specifically looking for you."

I saw that she looked hurt and relieved at the same time. This woman
had her own conflicts. But she was too pure to be turned to the dark
side. It would not be worth the effort. I assumed an at ease
position and looked at her face. Galaxa's eyes had tears welling in
them. But it will do neither of us any good.

"You are a beautiful woman Gala," I stated. " Take that ridiculous
blanket off of your head and do not bother staining your face with
vain tears. "You will make yourself presentable by the time I
return. By then, you shall have decided your fate." I knew she would
not stay. That being said, I turned briskly and walked to the door.

"What happens if I stay?"

I was surprised. But perhaps not so surprised when I thought she had
begun to recover and her old sense of humor had returned.

"Do not stay because you have some delusion that you are falling in
love with me." I snorted arrogantly.

Gala pulled herself to her full height and crossed the room, letting
the blanket fall to her shoulders. Her black hair was cascading past
her shoulders like black rain, and the emeralds that were her eyes
were shining.

"No, my old friend," she began confidently, " I am most certainly
not falling in love with you. I think you are fascinating- and that
I can help you."

I was truly vexed. This insolent woman actually believed she could
heal me! Although the idea was preposterous, I knew she believed it!

"The only way you can be of service to me is by sexually fulfilling
my needs. You would be a mistress and that is all."

"So Vadey," she started, stepping closer to me. "What you are saying
is that I should stick to the fascinating part." It seemed to me
that this woman was indeed, becoming reckless in my company. It
appeared to me that her humor was returning as she smiled broadly.
Well, if she decided to be my caged pet, so be it. It would be quite
a convenience for me. And it would be more acceptable to my Master,
as well.
I smiled wickedly at her.

It was then that she let the sheet fall to the floor and pressed her
naked body to me. I felt her trepidation as she reached up and
pulled my ear to her lips. "Will you promise not to hurt me if I
stay?" she asked me only half seriously.

I snickered. "Galaxa, you know that I will not promise you a thing."
I then added, "You will have to decide if you want to take your
chances."

I enjoyed the feeling of her nipples raking across my chest, her
breath in my ear. I knew she was afraid to touch me and desired me
both at once. I found the combination of these things tantalizing.
However, I was not about to make it easy for her.

A wry smile grew on her lips, as I wondered if she had read my
thoughts. Quite frankly, I really didn't care if she did. My pants
were making it obvious. She began to runs her hands firmly up and
down my chest, then resting on my belt, a look of defiance replacing
her smile.

I grabbed her wrists and drew her over to a chaise on the far side
of the chamber. I sat down and she stood flushed before me, her face
with a mild look of amusement.

"You may continue."

3rd person POV

The blood rushed to Galaxa's face as she dropped to her knees. She
slithered up Vader's body and began to kiss his neck, blazing a
trail to his ear and expertly licking and nipping at it. She could
feel him hardening even more against her thigh and her hand traveled
down to grab his manhood in her hands. All this time he had not
touched her. His hands stayed at his side. She searched for signs on
his face that he was at least there- she found his expression
reserved, as if he was keeping his fire at bay. Only his lips
betrayed a small suggestive smile. This set Galaxa ablaze, seeking
rise out of him. She pulled his shirt over his head and threw it
behind her. Now his rippling tanned chest muscles were exposed, and
she was floored with how beautiful he was. She would not dare touch
his gloved arm, however, and in a strange way, it excited her. She
began planting slow, burning kisses on his chest, working her way up
his abdomen, where his neck was connected to his shoulder. Reaching
the spot, she sucked it deeply, massaging the nerve endings there.
She had straddled him and began to rub against his engorged
masculinity with her enflamed sex.

"Touch me," she implored breathlessly.

Vader laughed cruelly, knowing how badly she wanted him. Galaxa
recognized the game he was playing. She raised herself off of him
and knelt on the floor between his legs. He was looking down at her,
still smiling wickedly when she opened his pants.

"That's right, take me in your mouth," he was saying huskily. "Most
impressive, Galaxa. You are performing quite well." She had taken
him in her mouth and alternated between bobbing up and down and
licking his impressive shaft while staring at him. He had leaned
back and put his hands behind his head, thoroughly taking in the
spectacle. After a few minutes, he commanded her, "Come here."

She got up and stood above him as he lay stretched out on the
chaise. "Now resume." Galaxa was slightly confused, then she
realized what he was aiming at, and her heart skipped a beat. She
had taken him her mouth again when he deftly grabbed her with
amazing strength and swung her legs up by his head. He cupped her
bottom and began to gently lick her.

Galaxa felt that she was going to orgasm at any moment. The rush
that she was experiencing was fueling the fire that was burning
inside, wanting to deliver more and more pleasure to Vader. He was
licking her deeply, slowly, and hungrily.

Vader's own pleasure was building, threatening to erupt in a
thunderous crescendo. "Stop," he spoke breathlessly. "Come to me."
He regained his slipping control as she slid next to him, lying down
beside him. She glanced up at him, biting her lip seductively, then
gazed away, looking at his lips. Vader placed her hand on her
scorching mound and rubbed her hand over herself, taking her thigh
in the crook of his elbow. /I want to watch you./ She obliged
willingly, her wet void begging for fulfillment. Vader looked smug
as he placed her leg over his, so that her legs were opened wider,
beginning to stroke himself. He then took her breast in his mouth
and began to suckle with various intensities. Galaxa was crying out
throatily as he assaulted her nipple, circling the perimeter with
his tongue, nipping with his teeth gently, flicking his tongue over
the tip.

"Are you ready for me?"

Galaxa's POV:

Was I ready for him? My body was in flames and I was longing to have
him inside of me. Did he expect me to beg at this point?

"Yes-" I managed between cries of pleasure.

He was on top of me, taunting me with only the head of his enormous
manhood. It was if was knocking gently at my door, but not coming
in.

"What in the Maker's name are you doing?!?!" I found myself shouting.

"What do you mean?" He was grinning and his eyes were twinkling.

I was getting really sick of this. My body was begging for release
and this man was truly incorrigible and sadistic.

"Get off of me!" I began to push his chest away. But it was, of
course no use. Vader began to laugh again, grabbing my arms and
holding them above my head with one hand, the other one grabbed my
breast roughly. His laughter ceased and my back arched as his tongue
ran up from between my breasts to my neck, and then my mouth.
I was about to explode.

And then he was inside of me. I heard myself moan as he pushed
further and further inside, and I thought I heard him ask me if this
was what I wanted...

He released my arms and grabbed my face, forcing me to look into his
eyes. "Look at me," he was saying. "Look at me when I am inside of
you." His eyes were so intense, so dark, I thought they would devour
me. Then he started to thrust in and out, sliding my body up and
down by my waist to meet his. I was in ecstasy. I realized my arms
flew to his backside, trying to pull him deeper and deeper inside.
My eyes had closed and my back was arching-

He lifted me up, swung his legs down from the chaise and secured his
arms around my waist. He walked over to the wall and pressed my back
against it, and he began to ram my body repeatedly, helping me to
slide up and down on his shaft with his strong hands around my
waist. He was bouncing me off of him effortlessly, as if I were a
toy. I looked into his eyes again, and he slowed the pace. I
realized he was watching me, his mouth half opened, the left corner
of his mouth upturned.

Vader slowed his rhythm, pushing himself deep inside of me and
waiting a second between each thrust. It became maddening as I began
to sweat. I was getting so hot I thought I was going to melt. My
climax was yet again building- slowly, thunderously. I heard myself
cry out again. I was so close to going over the edge. He quickened
the pace gradually becoming faster and faster. All at once, the wave
of pleasure peaked- I could hear our bodies slapping together and I
was carried off in rapture. My insides spasmed and throbbed, and I
knew was screaming wildly. The waves were washing over me again and
again as he continued to bob me up and down. I heard him groan, then
grunt as he thrust a few more times deep inside of me, then
releasing himself.

"Galaxa," he panted. I opened my eyes as I realized he was talking
to me. Everything was spinning and I was still throbbing.
His mouth was on mine and he was frantically kissing me like he had
done earlier. My legs were weak but I wrapped them more tightly
around his waist and he invaded my mouth with his tongue.

After a few minutes longer, he withdrew from my body and planted my
feet on the floor.

Without a word, he went into the fresher and I heard the shower. He
emerged about 15 minutes later, fully dressed. I had lain on the bed
the entire time, trying to plot my next move.

"Galaxa," (he was using that monotone voice again.)

I looked at him quizzically, not sure how I felt about this man now,
realizing nobody had ever done things like this before to me. (Yes,
I had agreed to celibacy, but I had experiences despite that. Nearly
all of the Jedi did. Now, attachment- that was the crime. It was
forbidden. I never had any attachment.) Nobody ever invoked such
feelings in me. I was not falling for this man, that much I knew.
There was something else happenning here- but I could not understand
what.

"Yes?" I finally replied to him.
He was droning on in his staccato monotone voice again- telling me
to get dressed and that he was sending my meal.

"But where are you going NOW?" I asked rolling my eyes.

He did not answer me as he pulled his hood over his head. "To see my
Master. About you."

My stomach dropped. I was screaming when I ran to him and grabbed
his arm-"What about my choices? If you talked to him I think that
would severely alter my options! It is not right! You told me I had
a choice!"

"You should not be so surprised I changed my mind," he told
me. "Maybe you will finally understand that you are dealing with
Darth Vader."

Unwilling:Part IV
Conclusion/NC17

Vader's POV:

Darth Vader. That's right. Not Anakin Skywalker. I adjusted my
hood
so that it covered my face to my mouth. Why it is so difficult for
people to accept that escapes me. It angers me. I was walking
purposefully down the corridor of my ship towards the control room.

"Lord Vader, sir."
I passed some storm troopers along the way, and they stopped to
greet me, as they were obligated to do so. I do not bother to
acknowledge them as I continue, and I think I hear them exhale as I
move further away.

I relished the fear they have of me. It is an exhilarating feeling.
I am powerful, indeed. It is my intention to seize the mantle when
Palpatine passes. That is, if I feel like waiting around. If I find
my children first, perhaps I will kill him. There is no place for my
master in my future plans of universal dominance. But, for now, I
still need to learn from him, so I shall bide my time.

Obi Wan was so misguided. All of those years, he treated me as if I
was a son to him- and yet he was over critical, overprotective, and
too scared of me. He knew I would outshine him. He tried to contain
me. What a fool he was. Even now, through with half of his life, he
is still a fool.
And Amidala. I always knew she would choose duty over me. Just like
Obi Wan was so interested in doing the noble thing, she was too.
Both of them did `noble' deeds at cost to me. Where was their
love
and loyalty to me when Amidala gave Obi Wan my children, hiding
their identities from me?
And my wife, who professed a broken heart, ran to my Master for
comfort. The way I see it, she chose to leave me. I had been chasing
her all over the galaxy for years until she took to my old Master.

Of course Obi Wan was willing to accept her into his bed. He had
coveted her all those years, from when I was a child. He envied me
for having the drive to defy the council and be with her. He envied
me because I had her love. Knowing what dark times layed ahead for
the jedi at that point, he knew he was not risking much by
succumbing to his long time wish. Coward. How I hate him. And how I
hate her. Not only did she keep my children from me and become my
master's lover, but she single handedly spearheaded the rebel
alliance.

But this started before all that. When I worked by Palpatine's
side,
after I left the Order, I told her that I knew he was corrupt. I
told her about the deathstar. I had to run away- I knew what he
wanted from me. At the time, I did not want to be turned. But he
found her, and she chose to save Naboo over keeping my whereabouts
safe. I think it was then I knew things were going to change. From
there, my old life just began to decline, as my new master taught me
about all the things that I had been missing with the dark side.
Obi wan said I had been seduced. I say I was liberated. Padme's
betrayal freed me.

Yes. The people we were are dead. That time is gone.
That era too, is dead. Like every civilization rises and falls, so
did the Republic. Just like our lives.

Now, I would create a new world- for me, and for the people under my
control, as this is truly the essence of the living force.

My thoughts turned to Galaxa Tri Sephone. This woman presented a
quandary to me. She knows my history and I fear she will not leave
it as such. Her mere presence takes me to a place of remembrance
that I do not want to be in. But I want her anyway. She will be my
pet. She will travel with me around the universe and be my
companion. In time she will accept me for the way I am and provide
the things I require from a female and physical healer. She would be
a fine prize to have. It is all the better for me as she will not
fall in love with me. It will make her easier to manage.

Galaxa's POV:

I had eaten, showered, and dressed. I knew that the remaining Jedi
and the rebellion were trying to find me. But I also realized that
our ship had gone into hyperspace a few hours ago and where we were
going I knew not. I last left Obi Wan on Coruscant, and he
apparently had not been able to get to me this past week. Now he
would have a more difficult time- we had been traveling for quite
awhile.

It was another three hours before Vader returned to the chamber.
I was meditating when I felt his presence in the room.
Whirling around, I jumped to my feet and crossed the room. He pushed
back his hood and removed his black cloak, throwing it over a chair.

"Well?" I asked him, my hands on my hips. "What did the
omnipotent
Sideous decree? Am I to die? " I was angry with him, but I also
wanted to evoke a reaction.

He smiled thinly and cocked his head to the side. "He said,
`so be
it'."

"So be what?!" I screamed. I seemed to be the only one who
was
reacting. "YOU KNOW," I continued loudly, almost insanely,
"YOU HAVE
ME STUCK IN THIS ROOM FOR DAYS…" I was getting hysterical and I
knew
it but I was losing all my control.
" I am confused, I am exhausted- I am getting claustrophobic.
You
beat up on me, abduct me, and then take me here to play some
ridiculous sexual game. It is a week before you come to me- then you
LIE to me- Being dark is one thing, LORD VADER, but you are a SICK,
SICK INDIVIDUAL… THIS IS SUCH A WASTE OF MY TIME! CAN'T YOU
JUST
DECIDE WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO DO WITH ME?" I was ranting.

He leaned against the holo-bookshelf, crossing his arms and legs,
letting out a deep breath.

"Please, Galaxa Tri. Speak plainly. What are you trying to
say?" He
was mocking me.

"I am saying," I tried to calm myself. "That all you are
doing is
driving me mad; I am wasting away here."

"You are lucky I decided to tolerate you. I can snap your neck in
two if I see fit." He was speaking emotionlessly, flatly. His
voice
seemed to take on a deeper quality when he spoke in this manner.

I closed my eyes and turned away from him, clenching my fists and
cracking my knuckles. I was feeling the hot currents of my anger
running rampantly through my body. The blood was rushing to my head
and the smell of my fury tickled my nose as I grew lightheaded.

Suddenly, I felt his breath on my neck and he put his hands on my
waist. Instantly my knees were like putty. Was angering me some sort
of foreplay for this psychotic man? He gently squeezed me and I
thought I was going to faint from the combination of his touch and
my anger that I was trying so desperately to control.

/I feel your anger and frustration. / He was in my head again.

"Do you find that to be an aphrodisiac?" I spun around and
pushed
his hands away from me.

He was cackling with laughter when he pulled me close. "You are
mine. You are my pet."

I shielded my thoughts. This man was out of his mind. I was getting
out of here as soon as I could find a way- or when somebody helped
me get out. I was just playing my hand.

But then he was kissing my neck. Although I had every intention of
escape, it was difficult to resist this man physically. Just because
I was immensely attracted to him, it didn't mean I wanted to be
his
sex slave for all of eternity. Nor was I interested in any imperial
post. I had to get out and aid with the rebellion- or die. I choose
my duty over my personal feelings. It has never been a question.

Oh, but I heard myself making small throaty noises -he was playing
me like a fiddle. There it was again- that trance like state of
euphoria that took over every time he put his mouth on me. Vader
continued to kiss my neck, sucking and licking as he made his way
down to my chest, untying my tunic so that it hung loosely. He had
grabbed both breasts in his hands and put his mouth on mine. It was
electrifying. He slipped his hand up my tunic from the bottom and
seized my nipples, rolling them between his fingers as his tongue
danced in and out of my mouth.
I was feverish. I was so hot and dizzy I was convinced I would pass
out. There was too much going on. I was burning for him.
Unexpectedly, I moved into autopilot, and I regained control of my
facilities.

Vader's POV:

Galaxa was pulling me to the bed as I continued to grope her and
kiss her lips. She tasted so good. It pleased me greatly to be
intimate with her, and I basked in knowing I had such a beauty to
enjoy. Her anger and frustration excited me, as it gave me repeated
chances to exercise control over her.

I let my cloak fall to the floor and I took my shirt off as I
allowed her to push me closer to the bed. She was taking her pants
off while she began to furiously kiss me back, her hands flying to
my face as she angled my head to penetrate my mouth more deeply. I
was oozing with desire when I tore her panties off and embedded my
fingers deep inside of her- knowing just where the epicenter of her
excitement was. My own hardness was growing more and more
uncomfortable with each moan that escaped her lips. She was
writhing against me when I decided to withdraw my fingers from her
boiling body.

Looking at me Galaxa licked her lips and narrowed her eyes. I
permitted her to push me on the bed at last, and she immediately
straddled me and took my taut stiffness deep inside of her. I was
yet again impressed.

I myself got very caught up in the moment. I felt as if I had just
slipped into an oven, and my juices were already beginning to be
drawn out and boiled. Before I realized what had happened, a low
groan of pleasure passed my lips. Galaxa had noticed and it seemed
to heighten her desire for me and she began to bounce up and down,
slamming down onto me harder and harder. I grabbed her waist with
one hand and cupped her bottom with the other, controlling her a
little bit more, and pushing myself ever deeper.

I felt my climax building, as the tension was mounting. She was
squealing and grunting as she bucked wildly on top of me, and I
couldn't control myself much longer. The image of her riding me,
with the tunic falling off of her shoulder, hair wild as she was
panting was too erotic for me to endure.

"Ride me," I said sucking the air in slowly, the dam about to
break
and flood me with bliss. I was grabbing her waist and grinding into
her as she wildly rocked with me, screaming with her own orgasm. I
was surrounded in ecstasy as a sea of pleasure flooded my body and
engulfed me. I let go of all that was inside, pushing as deeply as I
could until everything left my body.

Our bodies were still pulsing as she collapsed onto me and sighed.
Her hair was wet, tangled around her face and neck, her green eyes
dewy and dazed.

Galaxa's POV:

It had been months. Vader would leave me for hours upon hours-
sometimes he'd be gone for a few standard days. He would have
heated
relations with me, and sleep at my side. Then he would disappear.
The ship was moving around so much, going from system to system, I
was beginning to lose hope that anyone would be able to catch up
with me- until one day, when I sensed Obi Wan was near.

The last time I saw Vader was 3 weeks ago. He told me that he was
going to finally meet Obi Wan and settle things once and for all. I
could sense his presence nearby.

I was starting to feel the Dread since he left that day. Impending
blackness- so much darker than anything I had ever felt. I knew Obi
Wan was not dead- I felt his life essence in the Living Force. Vader
was still alive also- but I could not understand where he was. In
all of these months, he had never been gone this long.

I had been given a lot more to amuse myself with as of late- I would
read, watch the holonet, and listen to the frequencies of the star
systems we would be visiting. All though I had begun to be afforded
a lot more liberty and activity, I was still confined to the room
unless Vader himself accompanied me. Sometimes he would take me onto
a planet he had imperial business on. Other times he would walk with
me around the ship to satisfy my need for `fresh air'. I had
tried
to escape several times, but failed miserably, and Vader finally
threatened to kill me if I tried it once more.

I was sleeping soundly when I awoke with a start. There was a hooded
figure approaching my bed.

It couldn't be!!!! Relief was washing over me and I began to cry
with tears of joy. "I was beginning to think you would never get
here!"

Obi Wan embraced me and urgently told me to prepare myself to escape.

"How did you get in?" I asked as I dressed hurriedly.

"Well, I had to kill the guards at your door, I am sad to say-but
I
think the Empire has greater concerns right now than your
escaping."

I felt a shiver up my spine. The Dread was in my gut- I could taste
the bile rising as my stomach flip-flopped.

"Obi Wan- where is Vader?"

He pulled his hood over his head and gestured for me to do the same.
"Gal, there isn't time right now. I will explain once we are
safely
aboard the pod. There are some men aboard waiting to help us if
things get out of control- but not enough of them to fight a
battle."

I hated when Obi Wan got this way. He couldn't just tell me what
was
going on…

"Did you meet him?" I pressed.

Obi Wan was silent. He looked at me. His eyes were weary and his
face was wearing a broken look.

That was the only answer I needed. I knew. He had battled with him
and won. But it seemed that Vader's fate had been worse than
death.
I looked at him.

He was brushing off my telepathic questions. "There is no time,
Galaxa. Let us go," he was whispering furiously.

We slipped out into the corridor and made it safely aboard the
shuttle.

It was months later when we were in a battle on Alderaan. I was
kneeling over one of the fallen soldiers, healing a superficial head
wound. The battle waged around me. I smelled burning flesh
everywhere as blasters fired and sabers slashed at their victims.

And then I heard it.

Something was breathing. Artificially, deeply, and harshly. It was
like sandpaper to my ears. I was frozen. Two black boots stood in
front of me, beside the unconscious soldier. Everything became very
still as all I could hear was this scratching breath, scraping
across the eerily quiet landscape that was the plane of my mind.

Trembling, I knew. I just knew.

I couldn't fight it- I did not want to look but I had to. My eyes
traveled up from his boots.

His legs.
His belt. My own breath was coming in gasps.
His midsection.
His neck-
His – his-

The black mask. I could feel the hate that was pouring from where
his eyes should be- the anger that was festering with every
inhalation and release of his artificial breath.

I was stupefied.
The transformation was complete.

He wielded his red saber- spinning it and thrusting it into the
fallen man, killing him instantly.

Still I could not move. I was frozen in my position as I watched his
movements.

"Galaxa Tri Sephone," an uncanny artificial voice stated.

"You should run."

So I did.

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finis