Patreon LogoYour support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)

Star Wars Light and Dark ( Villainous x RedRose)

RedRose

RedRose

Supernova
Joined
Aug 30, 2014
Leia waited. She wasn't a Force user -that she knew- but she sometimes had intuitions... And she wasn't enthusiastic here. Of course no one would have felt confident waited for their fate in the Empire's cell, but there was something afoot. They could hurt her, her family, her people. Of course she still had rights. She was a princess, an ambassador - and she liked to think there was no real proof she had betrayed the Empire. She was simply an opponent who played by the rules, except when she didn't.

There were stories of torture, of death and disappearance. They didn't pertain to famous people like her. There would be an upraising if this happened to her. She was safe, she told herself as she sat down, tired of pacing. Her white dress contrasted with the Empire black. She would behave, she would promise... They would set her free because they had to, and then she would be free to resume whatever she had been doing. Crossing her arms, she sighed. They were making her wait on purpose. Most of torture could be in the mind, and for sure this was starting to get to her.

It was her duty to keep her people safe. It wasn't personal. She knew she could impress those she needed to impress. At least there were no stories of... inappropriate behavior. This would not happen. She didn't even know why she was thinking about it, if for the fact that many women would fear it in her shoes. But she took a deep breath and waited. Soon her allies would know. Soon her father would intervene. Soon..

The door opened...
 
As the door opened there were two storm troopers standing there One some what taller then the other. Gone were the days of the Clone Troopers and their complete uniformity. Today's storm troopers were conscripts. Taken as children from the poorest of the poor across the galaxy there was a never ending supply of them. Indoctrinated at a young age they became brainwashed drones with absolute loyalty and blaster rifles. Blaster rifles that were now pointed directly at Leia. "Come along." Is all they say one gesturing with his rifle.

They escort her through the massive base one hall looking much like another. One on either side of her and one step behind they are taking her seriously as a prisoner clearly. They had obviously been warned not to under estimate her and they knew that in the Galactic Empire the price of failure was steep indeed.

They walk her into a huge observation room and stop at the door taking up stations just inside the door. Inside there are two people waiting for her arrival. One a huge imposing man in black with a huge black helmet. The Silent figure was well known and feared across the galaxy. But it wasn't Lord Vader that ruled here. Standing next to him was an imperious older man. Grand Moff Tarken had made it to where he is by being ruthless and it was well known. Still he managed a mockingly pleasant smile as he greeted her, "Ahhhh Princess. So kind of you to join us." He says as if she had a choice in the matter or was a guest at a lavish ball.
 
She stood up, because there was nothing else to do. I won't hide up in a cell forever. She didn't want to disclose terror, but the truth was she didn't know what to expect, and this was the worst. She didn't fear the troopers. Those were pitiful men. She feared where the orders were coming from. The Emperor and his powers, as well as his main men. She tried not to think as she walked. She looked around, trying to notice any exit or hide. Not that they would let her go. They would pay it with their life. Still, if she managed to escape...

But the ship seemed perfectly organized and also a maze. Even if she ran, now, and they didn't get her, where would she go to find a dock? She reminded herself of who she was. Keep your chin up. She was still doing that when the door hissed open and she saw the men she had been dreading. Those were in charge, yes. They exsuded power. Her eyes went from the dark figure to the older man who was more human yet just as frightening. She didn't want to take the bait. Whoever got angry, lost. "As if I had a choice," she said. There was no anger. Just a flat tone. If he wanted to play diplomat, she wasn't going to allow it. Of course angering him - did such a man experience anger at all? any feeling? - wasn't the right thing either.

"It would be wiser to let me go, and let diplomacy take its course." There. Offering a peaceful solution, so she could go back to plotting and to hiding? Still, she didn't know what else to do. She couldn't attack them, nor could they hurt her. Or so she thought. She knew who she was. She was, as he had said, a princess. She still hoped Bail would be quick about it.
 
"Diplomacy." He says with a sickly smile towards her. Still putting forth the air of a man having a pleasant conversion with a guest. "The rebels talk of Diplomacy but they attack at every chance they can. They are nothing more than terrorists and you my dear are their ally," He says as he stares at her. He gestures towards the gigantic window in a grand gesture. "Have you seen the Empires newest weapon against your Rebel Allies?" he says as he walks over towards it. Outside the massive space station would be visible.

"The Emperor calls it the Death Star. Grand I know but he does like his names. This station is a technological marvel though. It by itself has the power to destroy an entire planet." He pauses for effect looking at her. In the distance was a barren world. "We have arranged a demonstration of its power. " He walks to the intercom and presses a button. "Fire when ready."

It takes a moment or two. At first it seems like nothing is going to happen. Then beans form in the dish section coming together to be one massive beam. It blasts into the planted and blasts it to pieces. in a massive explosion that makes the ship vibrate. "Impressive no? But this planet was uninhabited. Our next test will be an inhabited world. Maybe your own alderan?"
 
Yes, diplomacy, even if indeed she had chosen her side and people knew it - were starting to know it, at least. And she was sure the Imperial Security Bureau would have notified Tarkin, the Emperor, and everyone else who needd to know. "Some rebels are... too hot headed," she admitted, as if she could appease both. "But since no one listens to them, what else can they do. Of course, I am for diplomacy," she repeated again. "And as an ambassador, it is crucial that you let me go. It wouldn't send the right message." Yet they werent listening. She couldn't help looking where he was indicating, at that weapon, with a sense of dread. What was this? It was enormous and she imagined there was a reason for that. Oh yes, she had heard... rumors. And now it was in front of her, glaring back.

An entire planet, she shivered at the thought. "There's no need--" But again they ignored her and she startled as the planet came to an end: for a moment she had thought it dysfunctioned and nothing would happen... Those little seconds had been dear. Now she knew. Impressive wasn't the right word. "It is evil," she said, not finding another word. "No one should be allowed to yield that much power." She shook her head. Her mind hadn't even considered he might want to try it on another planet, one with inhabitants, certainly not... "No!" She exclaimed, losing all diplomacy. "This is illegal!" She hoped it was. She hoped they cared, or still feared consequences enough... "Alderaan is a peaceful, quiet planet," she begged, without realizing she was doing it. For the first time she searched the man's eyes.
 
"Illegal?" He says amused at her naivete. "We decide what is legal and what is not. We are the laws that rule the land princess. We are the might of this Galaxy and Might makes right." He says in an almost kind tone even though he is discussing absolute cruelty.

He moves back to the intercom and he hits the button again. "Prepare to move the Deathstar and the fleet into the Alderan system." He then turns back to princess Leia. "You see princess you will learn there are consequences to your allegiance with the rebels. And I fear there is nothing you can do, nothing you can offer us to stop this. We now have the ultimate power in the Galaxy."
 
"Yes, illegal." She insisted. Her fists balling, she went on. "And useless. If only you could see it will just turn people against the Empire. All those who don't care." Because there were many who just wanted to live their life. "All those with family on Alderaan, even Imperials." She was clever, and panic didn't remove any of her ability to convince. She was a politician after all. Her heart, though, was beating strong and painful. She didn't know how he could envision this so lightly.

Once he spoke through the intercom, it became more real. "There is no need to do that. Most people on Alderaan aren't terrorists." This was true. "There must be another way to show your power, one that wouldn't create so much hatred and pain." Was she advising him on how NOT to get hated? Of course being ready to sacrifice a planet would mean she supported anything that would attract more rebellion; but Leia wasn't there. She was naive, young, and surely not a hothead, whatever Tarkin could say.

"There is another way," she repeated. She just didn't know which, and any minute she could gain was worth it. Her eyebrows frowned, she seemed to be thinking, and fighting a need to launch herself at him and attack him. This wouldn't help. They would need to find the blueprints to this "death star"... But later.
 
"Ahhh dear princess." He says as he cups her chin forcing her eyes back up to his. "Hate us? Most certainly they will. More they will fear us though. No system will want to see this ultimate weapon come into their territory and know it will spell death to billions. And if they know we will do it to a planet like Alderan? Then no one is safe."

He releases her and steps away. He looks her over with his grey eyes again. Taking on her youthful curves and maybe for the briefest moment there is a hint of lust there. But it is quickly gone behind his iron willed mask of control. "No I fear you have failed to convince me. We will break the spine of the rebel alliance with the destruction of Alderan. I fear there is nothing you could do to change my mind. "
 
She tried to remove her chin from his grip. He didn't let her, until he gave up. She shivered from his touch. It was like being touched by death, she told herself. "Don't call me like that," she muttered. Yes, they would hate the Empire, but she wasn't going to sacrifice her planet, nor would she want people to fear them enough not to rebel. Indeed if Alderaan was unsafe... Then what was?

For a moment she wondered why he was staring like that. It wasn't so interesting. Men like him liked weapons and power (though she could be both if she defected but she would never). "This will never be enough. You'd have to destroy every single system..." And even the Empire couldnt do that. Crossing her arms, she defied him, chin up. "What if I made sure Alderaan stopped hosting rebels?" She had no idea how to do that. And if they werent hosted, they could still hide. What else could he want? If her kin heard her now...
 
"An audacious promise, and one I know you are not capable of delivering on." He says admiring for a moment how hee crossing of her arms pushes her perky breasts up. It's clear she isn't wearing anything under the thin dress and for a moment he has a purely male.reaction to the young woman.

"And no we won't have to destroy every system. Just a select few. When the rest realize the Empire is serious they will see the price of hosting rebels is just too high. From there the local goverents will do the work for us to eradicate the rebels." He states with complete belief.
 
She could still feel his touch. It made him too human, and too close. "You don't know that," she lied. She was brave indeed. Would he admire that, or was it in vain? Perhaps he could think she had some qualities and still destroy her world... She didn't notice he was staring - perhaps subconsciously, but she didn't know why and her mind didn't go there. She didn't want to show fear, still she made sure to keep some distance. Not that she could escape. And she didn't want to know what the ma nin black could do.

"There will always be people who want to be free." She considered for a second suggesting another planet than Alderaan - but no. "You are a fanatic," she sighed as if she was realizing it. "You really believe in all this..." It seemed crazy to her. Such a man, using his intellect for that. "What would it take to leave Alderaan alone? A meeting with the leaders?" She shook her head. Even if every world decided to hunt rebels, there would always be new ones, perhaps fanatics also, people who didn't care if they lived or died, instead of negotiating.
 
"Alderans Leaders have nothing to offer me that the destruction of their world can not give. And it also sends a message to the rest of the Empire to not to allow rebel insertions." He says as she turns away. His eyes again wander down to her pert rear end but she of course does not see it. And fanaticism is a matter of perspective. What I am is a loyal subject of the Empire, much as I was a loyal subject of the Republic before it. I do my job. Ruthlessly for sure but also efficiently." He says with a simple matter of fact voice.

He moves to her again and he turns her to face him. He grabs her jaw again and says to her quietly. "The truth is you hae nothing to offer me, Politically, Intelligence wise.... How ever personally.... there is possibly a way you could convince me to spare your world.... I alone choose the targets of the Deathstar. My Emperor has given me free reign there."
 
Her mind was racing, and she found it hard thinking with him so close. Her breathing was erratic. She could feel her bosom fluttering. She tried to take control. Once again, she attempted to tilt her chin or to lift it away, but he held her. His eyes were so close, his face, it took away the whole universe. If anything, she had forgotten there was someone else in the room or she would have been even more disturbed. He was insulting her, wasn't he? And yet if she disgusted him so, why was he touching her? He could say all this from away. As he mentioned personally, she was certain her heart skipped a beat. She was naive. But. She still felt terror.

She tried to concentrate on what he was saying, and she said. "Let go of me. I can't... think like that." It was not exactly what she wanted to convey, and giving him orders wasn't the best way either - though perhaps it would teach him a lesson if he thought she was a mere spoiled princess - but hell. "What's that way?" She asked.
 
He still holds her chin and he looks at Vader. "Leave us," Vader nods silently and casts them a long look before turning to go. He gestures for the storm troopers to leave and instructs them to station outside the door. Once they are alone he looks into her hazel eyes and speaks in a firm voice. "If you want to save Alderan you will give yourself to me," He says as he looks her over again. "Not sexually, though that as well, but you will forswear the rebels and become my wife. You will marry me publicly and denounce the rebellion just as publicly."

He looks into her eyes again and stares, His grey eyes cold but also... there was some heat there. His lust for her showing really for the first time. "This is the only way to save your planet, and your parents, which I know happen to be on the planet as we speak with no idea this threat is coming. If you want them to be spared we will be Wed and our marriage consumated before we arrive."
 
The men were leaving, from what she could see. He was still not letting her go. It was strange how obedient they were. Of course Tarkin was used to that. Few disobeyed the grand moff.

She wondered what they thought, and if they experienced her embarrassment, or if it amused them or they didn't care at all. Give herself to him. Her mind went there. Apparently not his, as he said this wasnt what he was thinking about, but he could feel her skin burning. She decided to dwell on the fact that he said not sexually. She would pretend she didn't har that as well. It was difficult enough imagining being Lady Tarkin and... betraying the rebels. Telling them to stop or rejecting them. Her eyes widened in horror and some strange feeling was dwelling in hr stomach. She gasped and took some time to realize she had to close her mouth.

She hated how he was looking. It distracted her. She was used to admiration but not from a man like him. A powerful man, for sure, not a boy she could play with. "My parents..." She repeated. They deserved her loyalty. By doing this she would be loyal. Right? "I am ... sure you could find a wife among Imperial ladies," she protested. "I am sure there would be candidates." Was she trying to turn him off or flatter him? Of course a vain man like him would hear she thought many people would be interested in him. Her cheeks reddened even more deeply as he spoke of consumation. She would still fight that. If she even accepted.
 
"Perhaps there are other ladies at the imperial court that would be more suiting. But non of them would strike a blow to the rebels quite as much as you publicly marrying me, declaring your love for me, and denouncing the rebels would. " He says as he stalks around her slowly. Circling her like a leviathan shark.

"Besides there are other considerations. You can't pretend to not know your an attractive woman." He says as he caresses her bare shoulders. Standing in behind her as he does. "The kind that garners men's attention and fills their minds with lustful desires. I can't lie and say I've not been effected."
 
She frowned. It bothered her that he was so certain. It had come as a shock to her and now she was wondering if he had been thinking about it before, fantasizing... She knew that many men found her attractive but this was so out of the blue. She would have thought the Imperials above all this. "You should be above all this," she said, taunting, as if to distract herself from his touch. She shrugged, trying to get rid of his hand, but she neither slapped him - as she envisioned - nor said more. The idea that even such a man was affected by her was more troubling than it should be. And yes, none of them would demoralize and deter the rebels like marrying HER. She was the worst choice for this obvious reason, and also because she felt a troubled and tense feeling in her stomach. It's horror, she told herself, not curiosity nor anticipation. "I will never love you." That at least was clear. But for some reason it sounded like she might lust for him. Not that she consciously thought so.
 
"I know your not naive so I won't treat you as such, I have little real care if you love me. I only truly care that you do as I am demanding and see to your.... wifely duties."He says with a hint of amusement.He steps behind her and lets his hand slip ofer her taunt buttocks as he passes. The first timee he has touched her like this since she arrived. "So I take this as your agreement?I will have the ceremony planned for this afternoon on the bridge. Once it is done and you have made a statement, oh yes and when we have consumateed the marriage, I will change coure away from Alderan." He says reasonably.
 
She turned away. What else could she say? She had to lie, and then... Hope she could avoid the worst. Hope her people would understand she was not consentant, and did this to save her planet. She couldn't watch his face as he said wifely duties. She would avoid those, using his own ego if need be. As for her lies, she would set the truth once she was free again. She didn't doubt she could escape.

"I have to agree," she said gravely. Let the man know she was neither enthusiastic nor free of choice. She tensed as he touched her. This was not how she envisioned such a serious man. Maybe he caused this whole thing just so he could marry her and... But no, he couldn't want her, he was trying to unsettle her and she was allowing him to. "Don't touch me. I'm NOT your wife," she protested. Delays would help. After that, she would find an other way. The statement was going to take all she had. The consumation...
 
"Oh but you will be. And soon. I will arrange the ceremony immediately on the bridge. You have two hours to make your statement to the Galaxy. Make it believable princess." He says in her ear. His hand still on her bottom as he talks to her. He gives her butt a soft pat.

"I will have you taken to some quarters to prepare yourself my love." He says the last with only a hint of sarcasm before he steps away. He moves to the door and opens it. "Take my fiance to guest quarters. But keep guards on her door, for her protection of course."

He manages to say it with our a hint of irony. He walks back to her and cups her chin again. "I look forward to the ceremony.... My love." He says with a smile and then kisses her
 
At least he was respecting her until she was his wife, as much as this could be called respect. She was an innocent, but she knew what he wanted. Two hours, so short. And how could she think, knowing what was to come? Her people would blame her, but the worst would be for her.

She cringed as he called her my love. Soon there will be worse. And people will believe that. "I hate you!" She said. She breathed easier now that he was more distanced from her. If people heard that, too bad. Or great. They would know she wasn't happy, and maybe the rumor mill would function, and eventually everyone would know she was forced into it.

She shook her head and took a step back as he approached, disappointed that she wasn't done with him. He touched her again. He can't help it. Did it mean she couldn't convince him to keep it distant? She turned her face away, dramatically. The guards might think she was pretending and protesting a bit too much. She knew he looked forward to what came AFTER ... and it was unthinkable to her, she couldn't imagine. Not with him, not with anyone really though she definitely knew what was supposed to happen. But what of a man she hated and who hated her, but also seemed to want her? The trouble in her stomach was back.
 
As she turns her face awayhe grabs her chin and forces it back. For a seemingly old man his fingers were like steel. "You are off to a poor start princess. From now on at any time others are present you will play the part of the loving wife. Remember you do this for the people of Alderan." He says it all through clenched teeth only loud enough for her to hear.

"Now you will kiss me, call me your love, and go prepare for our wedding. If you fail to play your part in public from now on I will consider you breaching our deal. Do you understand?"

He releases her chin with a growl. His eyes showing the promise that his threats are not idle and that the steel in him means he will not budge at all.
 
Kriff. He was strong. Not that she doubted it. She wondered if his fingers would leave their mark. She glared. "A very poor start indeed..." And it would remain that way. She would just be more careful. "It seems you only will know the truth then... my love." Her words were like poison. She should be kissing a man she loved. She should be keeping those words for a chosen husband, as she should be keeping her purity. "I understand everything." Her eyes shone. I understand how insecure you are. She didn't remember her own parents needed to be showing off like that. But yes, Alderaan... There was nothing she could do for now. So she would obey, and pray that the storm troopers heard enough to blab. Unfortunately, while she was defying, she had just given in. Once again! It bode well for him, but she was trying not to think of what else she would have to give up. She could start thinking of an enamored speech, but hatred was blinding her. "Whatever I say, you can understand the opposite, " she smiled as if she was at the ball flirting.
 
"Good. Then we understand each other perfectly." He said and he knew it was true. He knew she would try and find ways to undermine him and escape and he would finds ways to stop her and slowly break her down. He smiles a Cheshire cat smile. This wasn't the short game she thought it was but a long drawn out match of chess by two masters. The kind that can take years to play out. And oh over time even the strongest could be broken. He knew that with time she could make her a doting love slave and wife. "I will let you prepare then. I have to get ready for our wedding. And out wedding night." He says meaningfully as he turns and stalks away. The storm troopers move in and escort her to new quarters. They are spartan but she has a selection of wedding gowns to choose from, all in her size. There is a comp but the equipment for sending a message has not been disabled, it's been removed entirely. He was taking no chances.
 
She silently walked, trying to not think of the way he had been looking at her. The first thing she noticed in the room, once she was alone, was that the holocomp was gone. Kriff. Not that she could do much: send a message saying to disregard anything she might be saying?

She then turned to the gowns and wanted to tear them into pieces. But they were there, and her size, and she was given a kind of choice. Had he been so certain she would agree? Yes, this looked, felt and sounded like a trap.

She went for the more covering one, in the end. She hated that no maid was there to help, not even a droid, but she was no weakling and she would handle it on her own. Perhaps, it was better if no one saw her shame yet she thought. Somehow this made her feel safe for a moment. She undressed, and quickly tried to put the gown on as if she feared a bug. He might be watching her... "preparing" for the wedding night. But no, this was all in her head. The game had just started and she had just one advantage: that he wanted her more than in a political way; it made it personal and she could manipulate, even hurt him. The feeling was good.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom