While sitting outside, it dawned on me that this month marks one year living on Executor. I could barely believe it for it seemed like only yesterday...
I had come on board to visit my
father for the weekend. At the time it was just an ordinary visit. However it turned out a group of rebels had poisoned the food supply. A large number of the crew became severely ill, father included. I ended up spending nearly all of my time in Executor's medical bay helping him recover (and to prevent him from escaping).
Instead of just staying for the one weekend, I ended up remaining on board for about a week. I didn't want to go back to Coruscant until I was sure he was fully recovered. While I wasn't in the med bay, I ended up in
Lord Vader's company more and more as the days wen on (Mind you we weren't married yet). He must have sensed how worried I've been. We were sitting in the observation lounge when I heard Dad's condition turned for the worse. I went into a panic, however Vader was able to calm me down to the extent that I ended up falling asleep in his arms.
I think that night our chemistry must have clicked...the next morning upon making sure I was alright, he requested that I stay on board. Permanently. For reasons I couldn't explain, I just couldn't say no....
Now one year later, I'm still finding myself lost among the ship's many identical corridors, tripping over mouse droids, and finding the food in the mess hall incredibly horrid.
Some things never change.
