L: Exploration

Rebecca left her quarters today with a mission. Now that the Executor was to be her new 'home', she needed to learn how to get around the massive ship. In her hands she held her data pad so she could map her route as she went along with the plan of studying it when she finally returned to her quarters. Rebecca made her way down the corridor to the turbo lift and stepped inside once the doors whooshed open. She stared at the control panel just beside the doors for a moment, wondering where she should begin her tour. Obviously the command bridge was at the very top of the ship. Perhaps she should start her trek from the bottom and work her way back to the top. After a deep breath, she selected the lower deck and waited excitedly as the lift lowered her through the immense Super Star Destroyer.

She heard a chime as the lift came to a halt. The doors opened and the view before her was not one she was expecting. The standard "imperial grey" bulkheads that cover the other corridors several decks above were absent. The lighting was far darker than she anticipated. The woman felt a chill run down her spine as she stepped off the lift. The doors closed behind her and the lift traveled back up the shaft, leaving her behind. There was no turning back now, Rebecca started forward down the corridor.

Rebecca's heeled footsteps echoed throughout the corridor as she walked. The area was quiet. Eerily quiet.

"Hello?" She called out, in an attempt to reach someone...anyone. Her voice echoed several times until it faded out completely. She felt so alone. The corridor didn't help any. It seemed to wind itself around with several connecting branches that she felt like a mouse droid in a maze.

Suddenly, she heard a scream in the distance and it stopped her in her tracks. Who was that?? So there is someone down here...and from the sounds of it....they need help! She hurried in what she believed the direction of the noise until it dawned on her....this could be the detention area...and that screaming could be a prisoner. A rebel perhaps...or worse. She started backwards the way she came, or so she thought. Looking down at the map her data pad had fashioned for her, she found herself traveling in circles. Well kark... She was studying her map so intently she didn't realize someone was coming up behind her until she turned around and ran right into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry...I...didn't.." she paled as it became all too clear who she rammed into... a seven foot tall Sith lord.

"Why am I always finding you where you do not belong?" Vader asked, putting his hands on his hips.

"I'm sorry..." She said, avoiding looking at his mask. "I was trying to learn my way since this is to be my home and...lost my way."

"You have ventured into the detention center of my vessel. You should not tour this area unsupervised." He replied.

"I'm sorry."

"It is no matter. Come, my lady. I see I must take it upon myself to show you the vessel properly."

She shook her head slightly. " My lord, I-I don't wish to take up your time. I'm sure you have much more important engagements to attend to..."

"I assure you, it is no imposition." He added, "I would be offended should you refuse."

She blinked twice, not expecting such a response from the dark lord of the Sith. "Very well..." She was cut off by another scream in the distance, that made her jump. "I would very much like to leave this area."

"I thought as much. This is where prisoners of war are held and interrogated. Hardly a place for one as delicate as yourself, Milady." He watched her unsettling expression before continuing, "We are in galactic conflict. It is impossible to live on a warship and shelter yourself from the reality of the situation."

"I understand..." she sighed as Vader led her through the corridors to the turbo-lift she so desperately sought. Once inside he commanded the lift to take them to an upper deck of the star destroyer. Once the doors slid open again, Vader gestured for her to step off first. "Where is this?" She looked around the room. Much of the hull was cut out to view ports. Along the walls of the room there were various chairs and benches to sit down.

Lord Vader moved to one of the large view ports and clasped his hands behind his back. Absently, hes said, "A place where one can watch the stars."

"Oh?" She approached and stood beside him, looking out into space with interest.

"I come here quite often, when I wish to clear my mind."

"This must be a peaceful place then."

"There is little peace in my life." He said, staring out into the vastness of space. "May your path be different than mine."

She couldn't help but feel sorry for him, and so she placed her hand gently on his arm out of mere instinct, then realizing what she was doing, retracted it a few seconds later. "I'm sure there's something out there that pleases you. Perhaps it only need to be found." She paused and took a few steps away. "I'm sorry, my lord. I didn't mean to be presumptuous. Forgive me.."

He merely stood there in silence and shock that you touched him. "Power is what pleases me now," he replied, shaking his head, "you need not apologize."

She was about to reply when a junior officer entered the observation deck and made a slight bow,
"My lord Vader, pardon the interruption, but the Emperor is demanding you make contact." He announced. The fear in his voice was evident. Rebecca glanced at the young man and then turned to Vader.

The Sith lord half turned to the officer, "very well." He then turned to Rebecca. "I will return to finish our rounds. This area is open to you to use as you see fit. I trust you will find it far more appealing than my detention." With a flourish of his cape, he turned and stalked off to his private chamber to make the call to his master, leaving her alone to her thoughts once again.

My Sithly Sweetheart....

Oh Si'hil tha'... 

I can't believe it. Today is our fifth anniversary. We've certainly reached a new milestone, and I can think of no better way to honor it than by thinking back to five best moments of our lives together. 

#5: Our Wedding 

Where it all started. It was such a wonderful night. Quiet, private with only a few close family members and friends. Answering "I do" before the Emperor will always make me smile. It will forever be the happiest day of my life. 

#4: The Honeymoon 

Rest, relaxation, and meditation, need I say more?  It was truly the vacation to top them all. I look forward to our next romantic get-a-way. 

#3: Cesera 

Who knew such frightening visions could lead us to our first treasure? It was truly a will of the Force that she found us when she did, and I'm so thankful for it. Our little girl has brought such joy into our lives, and taught us so much about parenthood. She may be a hybrid clone, but shes the compilation of our best selves, a perfect match. Cesera is carefree, and so observant and curious. She's seen us at our best, and saved us both when we were at our worst. I can't imagine our lives without her. 

 

#2: Jayden 

What we believed impossible became very possible. I'll never forget the look on your face when I broke the news of my pregnancy. The nine months carrying him were both wondrous and uncomfortable, but you got me through it every step of the way. Jayden's birth was frightening, with both mine and the baby's life on the line...but you and Shara saved us, your strength got us all through it. Caring for him has definitely been a learning experience for both of us, our first baby. I see how his mere smile lights up your eyes and puts such a smile on your face. He will be strong in the Force, like his daddy. I know as he grows, the bond he shares with you will only grow stronger. 

 

#1: Your Rebirth 

Through my own actions I thought I had lost you forever. I was so sure of it. Thank the maker...the Force decided to intervene...it freed you from your armored imprisonment...your pain...and restored you back to full health, and for that, I am forever grateful, and I thank the Force every day. I know our reunion started off a bit rocky and it drove us apart... but looking back on it I feel we actually needed it. We were being tested...our love was being tested...how much we could withstand. I thank our families for being a part of bringing us back together. They all gave us such a slap back to reality, one I know I desperately needed. I feel we have only grown stronger after the whole ordeal, and our love continues to grow so much more every day. If death couldn't truly separate us, nothing in this galaxy ever will. 

So here's to today, to us, and our lives together, Si'hil tha'. Our journey continues on, our hearts beat as one.  Happy Anniversary, my love. For today, and many more to come. 

 

Cheers! 

Your Si'hari tha' 

XLIX: Residency

Rebecca paced in her quarters back and forth. She had been discharged from sickbay earlier that day after spending two and a half days under medical supervision. She remembers her father saying they were no closer to finding out how the poison got on board. The waiting game made her nervous. She kept hearing reports that more men were falling ill. Luckily, as far as she knew, no one had died.

She thought about what Darth Vader said to her before; how there was a chance this was enacted by a member of of the imperial crew. The mere thought made her shiver, how an Imperial among them could be willing to destroy their own. The life here on this warship differed greatly to what she knew both from her home world and even Coruscant. She never thought those on the same side could be so cut-throat to each other. She had a great deal to learn about wartime, that was sure.

Time went by, and Rebecca realized her father was late to meet her, by at least an hour. Oh dear Maker...what if...

She decided to take matters into her own hands and go out finding him. She stepped out into the corridor and was nearly knocked over by officers and crewman racing past with equipment in their hands, hard at work getting to the bottom of this predicament. She looked both ways before continuing.

Much time had passed, and Rebecca soon found herself back to where it all began: the officer's lounge. She peeked inside, expecting to find the area bustling with science officers and medics examining every inch of the room searching for more toxin. To her surprise, the room was vacant, as if nothing happened at all. She stepped inside and walked over to the counter where the coffee pot used to sit. The appliance itself was gone as well as every other source of food in the cabinets.

"Are you always this rebellious, Milady?" boomed a voice from the doorway. Rebecca whirled around to see Lord Vader standing there with his arms crossed. "This is now the second time you disobeyed my orders."

"I...I'm sorry." She sighed.

"I do not want your apologies." He barked and stepped forward to her. "...Merely your cooperation."

"You have it." She said, making a move to the door, only for Vader to thrust out his arm into the door frame to block her path.

"You will return to your quarters. Now. And you will remain there until I call for you. Is that understood? Or do I have to lock you inside..."

 Rebecca bit her lip. "Quite clear."

"Good." He remarked and lowered his barrier, allowing her to pass. As she walked back down the corridor he followed close behind.

"I don't need an escort."

"I am merely ensuring you heed my instructions. This crew is on high alert. We don't need you turning up where you do not belong."

The pair walked the rest of the way in silence. As she hit the control panel to open the door to her quarters, she half turned to Vader. "How...how is my father?"

"Okins? Why?"

"I left my quarters because he didn't come for me like he said he would. I was worried. I have a bad feeling..."

It took several moments for Vader to respond. "Your feelings serve you well."

"...what?" she asked, taken a bit by surprise. Something was wrong and he seemed so calm? Well...as calm as Lord Vader could ever seem.

"Admiral Okins has been poisoned." He replied.

"WHAT????" She shrieked. "And you're just telling me this now?!" She turned to head back down the hallway, towards the infirmary but Vader was too quick for her. He grabbed her by the arm and ushered her into her quarters, a bit rougher than necessary. "Ow!"

 "You will remain here." He snapped. "I will not have you in the way of my staff performing their duties."

"But he's my father..."

"My orders stand, Milady. His condition is far worse than yours and my best personnel are attending to him. I will come for you when he is stable enough for visitors."

"But...."

"Silence." Vader turned and left her quarters, but before shutting the door, he glanced in her direction. "I have been patient with your disobedience twice now. Try it again and you'll find me a far less accommodating host." The door closed behind him, and for a moment, Vader stared at the control panel, toying with the notion to lock the door from the outside to ensure she didn't leave. I believe my point has been made... With a cape flourish, he stalked down the corridor.

Rebecca stared at the sealed door in shock and horror. She sank to her knees, feeling so useless. What she wanted more than anything was to be by her father's side. Who knows what will happen now....

~**~ 

Several hours later, Lord Vader returned to her quarters and let himself inside when she didn't answer the chime. The room was so quiet the Sith Lord wondered for a moment if she was still inside. He peered around the corner to the bed but it was empty. It wasn't until he turned around did he see her laying on the couch. Upon closer inspection, he realized she was asleep. 

"...Milady." He crossed his arms and impatiently waited for her to stir. 

"Hmm?" She stretched and sat up on the couch. Of course, she snapped herself awake the instant she realized Lord Vader was standing before her. "Oh my.... what are you doing in here?" 

Lord Vader replied, not amused. "This is my ship, have you forgotten?" 

"NO. I haven't." she sighed. "You could have rang." 

"I DID. If you didn't sleep so soundly you would have heard it." He said, hoisting her to her feet. "Now come along. Or do you no longer wish to see your father?" 

"Daddy?!" She asked, following him out of her quarters. "How is he? Is he alright?" She had so many questions. 

"The Admiral is unconscious but no longer in death's grasp." Vader replied, walking beside her. 

"Death's grasp??" She couldn't believe this. "He was dying??" 

"For a moment." 

"And you didn't think to come for me?" She asked, rounding the corner.

"Did I, or did I not inform you of your place on this vessel?" 

Rebecca huffed. "You did, Lord Vader. But even you can't be immune to the bonds of family." 

He replied bitterly, "I have no family." 

Rebecca opened her mouth to reply but couldn't, stunned by his words. "I'm...I'm sorry." 

"Your pity is unwanted." He said and stepped aside so she could enter the infirmary first. 

Okins was laying on a cot off to the side. There was a breathing mask over his face and several feeding tubes protruding out from under the blanket. A medical droid was on the one side of his cot, recording his bio signs. 

"Daddy..." She whispered to herself  as she rushed over and sat down on the edge of the cot beside him. Gently, she moved the blanket aside and took one of his hands into her own. It felt cold, but she could feel his pulse beating strong. "Fight it..." 

"He is strong. He'll survive." Vader said, standing at the foot of the cot. 

"You said he was hit worse than I was." She said quietly, taking notice of dried blood around his mouth and on the exposed torso of his uniform. 

"You and several officers were lucky. Okins was not." 

"Will he be alright?" She asked, giving Okins' hand a gentle squeeze. 

"In time." 

"In time...." she repeated him as if it would make her feel better. It didn't. "Can I stay here with him? Until he wakes? ...Or is this a quick visit so you can throw me back into my quarters." 

"You will do more than you know." Vader replied, resting his gloved hands on his belt. "You are to remain on board with him as long as I see fit." 

"Gee thanks. That's a big...." Her voice trailed off as she fully registered what he was saying. "Wait..." She whirled around to face the Sith. "You want me to stay here...on your ship??" That couldn't be what he just said... 

"Do I need to repeat myself?" 

Kriff....he DID say that... "No. You...you took me by surprise." She said, glancing back towards her father's body. "Are you sure about this?" 

"Quite." He said. "I know a strong bond when I see one. And you, Milady...your place is with your father. So long as he serves this vessel, you may remain." 

"He's the only family I have left."  

"Which strengthens my decision. Of course, you have every right to refuse. I will not force decision on you." 

Rebecca bit her lip. "I want to stay. I want to be with my father...." 

"Then I will send for your personal effects brought on board." 

Rebecca nodded, then sighed, "Daddy isn't going to like this. Me living here...permanently. He might blow a fuse.." 

"I will deal with the Admiral. His wrath is nothing compared to mine." 

"I think my safety is more his concern. There are how many men on board?" 

Vader's chuckle caught her off-guard. "I assure you, my men will give you the same respect they would give the Emperor himself. I will make sure of that." Vader stepped closer to her and took her free hand in his own. "Welcome to the Executor, Milady." 

XLVIII: Investigation

Okins stood at a safe distance and watched as the medical personnel and droids circled the bed where Rebecca lay. The doctors were able to stop her violent coughing but Okins was afraid the damage was already done. His fists clenched on and off as various suspicions flooded his mind. No bad batch of mere coffee does that to anyone. This was a deliberate attack. He thought to himself, but was interrupted when Lord Vader strode into sickbay.

"Admiral," Vader bellowed. "What is the meaning of this?"

Okins sighed and pointed to Rebecca's bed. "There was an accident in the officer's lounge. My daughter was injured."

"Injured, how?" Vader demanded. He moved towards the bed and pushed a droid aside to survey the damage for himself.

"L-Lord Vader..." The chief medical officer stammered. "We're still investigating the cause of her spasms but by the Admiral's description of her symptoms I'd say she was poisoned."

"WHAT?" Darth Vader said. His left hand clenched a fist and one of the medical beakers across the room shattered. "I want to know how this happened."

"I can tell you that." Okins said. He stepped forward. "The coffee. I poured her and myself some. She had the unfortunate fate of taking the sip first." He glanced down towards the floor, angry with himself for not being able to prevent this from happening.

Vader turned to face his officer. "Don't wallow in pity, Admiral. There is much work to be done. You are to investigate where that shipment of coffee came from and who allowed it past inspection."

"But Rebecca--"

"--will survive." Vader interrupted. "Now go, Admiral. There could be more to this incident than mere food poisoning. Rebels could be involved, and I intend to catch them before they go too far."

~~**~~ 

Rebecca opened her eyes slowly. She squinted at first as there was a bright light directly over her. Where am I? She wondered and tried to look around. Everything was a bit fuzzy. The last thing she could remember was talking to her father in the officer's lounge. Then...she collapsed. She swallowed, and felt a burning sensation in the back of her throat. What...what happened? As she shifted her posture she could feel her medical shift rub against her skin. The material was much rougher than the finer materials of her own clothes and the difference made her skin itch. Rebecca sighed and struggled to push herself into a sitting up position, only to feel a large hand push her shoulder back down. 

"Not so fast." Vader's voice rung loudly in her ear. "You should not move so quickly." 

Rebecca groaned a little as she made contact with her pillow again. "What happened?" 

"You were poisoned. I suspect part of a rebel attack." 

"Rebels??" Rebecca asked, a bit of panic in her voice. "But...what...er...how?" 

Vader crossed his arms over his chest before speaking again, "We suspect they intercepted one of our supply deliveries and tainted our food reserves." 

"But why?" 

"To cripple my forces. If half or more of my crew is as ill as you...or dead, suddenly the Executor becomes an easy target. Taking the Empire's flagship would be a significant victory and could change tides of this war." 

"Oh..." Rebecca replied, not sure what else to say. 

Vader turned to her. "Tell me...what associations do you know of that sympathize with rebels?" 

Rebecca blinked and forced to sit up again, shoving his returning hand off her shoulder. "You're accusing me of this??" 

"Don't twist my words." Vader replied darkly. "I'm merely looking for information. What do you know?" 

"Well I don't know any rebel allies." Rebecca replied. "I don't even have any enemies! I haven't angered anyone in nearly five years!"

"You're fortunate." Vader remarked. "I on the other hand, am not. I apologize, Milady, for getting you caught in the brutalities of our war."

Rebecca sighed. "How long will I be stuck here?"

"Until the poison has completely vacated your systems." Vader replied. "Admiral Okins is leading the investigation. You will remain on board until we find the answers we seek. It is possible the admiral himself was a target and you were merely the means of exacting the revenge."

"That's awfully dark." Rebecca sighed. "I only just came aboard."

"It could very well be a member of this crew." Vader pointed out. "Someone who would like your father, the admiral, destroyed.You will find there is always constant danger on a Star Destroyer. We could enter battle at anytime...with rebels, or ourselves. It is the nature of war. To ensure your own safety, I demand you remain here in this sickbay until you recover, and then your quarters."

Rebecca sighed and nodded slowly. "I understand."

"I mean it, Milady." Vader said, pointing an accusing finger in her direction. "I can see you are a curious being, and it is your own curiosity which got you ill in the first place. I recall suggesting you remain in your quarters for my return the first time. If you had done so, this would not have happened." He paused to make sure his words sunk in. "I trust you will not make the same mistake again."

XLVII: Poison

Rebecca paced around her quarters waiting for Lord Vader to return. After a while, she gave up and decided to do a little exploring of her own. She left her quarters and looked both ways down the hall, ultimately deciding to turn left when she heard commotion from further down the corridor. Along her journey she passed several weapon training rooms, crew quarters and what looked like a bare conference room. At the end of the corridor she took the turbo-lift up several decks, taking note where she started from.

If I'm not too careful I'll never find my way back... 

As the lift doors opened, she walked right into her father trying to come into the lift.

"Daddy!" She exclaimed, giving him a hug. "Fancy seeing you here!" she grinned.

"Rebecca! I thought you were with Lord Vader. What are you doing here by yourself?" He stepped into the lift.

"Just some exploring." She shrugged a little. "Lord Vader said he needed to contact the Emperor. I uh...got tired of waiting."

Okins shook his head. "Please remember this is a warship. His warship. It's probably best if you don't just go wandering by yourself. Who knows where you'll end up."

"Daddy, you make it sound so ominous."

"War is ominous, sweetheart." He sighed. "Well, since Lord Vader is otherwise detained, I'll take it upon myself to give you the tour of the ship."

Rebecca grinned. "Sounds great! Where's our first stop?"

"Officer's lounge. Care for a bite to eat? I need some coffee." When the lift doors reopened Okins led her into the lounge.

She looked around the scarcely populated room and took a seat at an empty table in the corner. "Maybe just some coffee. I'll need the energy to keep up with my tour guide."

"Fair enough. You'll need it." Okins said, setting a coffee cup down in front of his daughter, then pouring another for himself.

Rebecca took a long sip. "Do you know what parts of the ship I'll be seeing? Bridge? Communications? Prison?"

"It's called the 'brig', and I doubt you'll see that." He replied.

"Well I'm sure the...rest..." Rebecca's voice trailed off as she let go of her mug and pressed her hand over her stomach. What's...going on? Such a sharp pain...weakness....where did this come from all the sudden?? 

"Rest of what?" Okins asked. He turned around to face Rebecca, and then noticed her expression. "What's the matter?"

She stood up, clutching her stomach. "I don't know...it hurts all of the sudden..my stomach," she pauses, wincing as her hand moves over her chest. "Daddy, I...don't feel so good." As she tried to step forward, she felt a sudden onset of dizziness and fell to the ground.

"Rebecca!" Okins tossed down his mug and kneeled down beside her. Her forehead felt clammy to his touch and he quickly jerked his hands away when she began violently coughing. Small bits of blood started out the corner of her mouth with each cough. He held her close and tried to wipe some of it away with hopes that her spasms would stop. Instead, they continued and became stronger. Her coughs brought up more blood than before. The admiral then grabbed his comlink.

"Okins to the infirmary...I have a medical emergency in the officer's lounge!"

XLVI: Coming Aboard

Admiral Okins paced back and forth on the bridge of the Executor. The Star Destroyer had established orbit over Coruscant several hours earlier that day, and it would only be a matter of time before Rebecca's shuttle docked in the hanger. After reluctantly checking his wrist chrono, waiting, he motioned over his relief and then exited the bridge. 

Okins then took the turbolift to the observation deck where he found Lord Vader gazing out of the viewport. 

"Lord Vader, sir." 

Vader turned his head slightly. "Yes, Admiral, what is it?" 

"My daughter's shuttle will be arriving any minute now." Okins said with a hint of uneasiness in his voice. 

"Very well." The dark lord said, turning to the officer. "You will return to your post. I will see to her arrival personally." 

Okins nodded. "Understood, Milord." He said, however continued to stand at attention. 

"What is it, Okins?" 

"I'm just...concerned for her well being while she's here. This is a warship after all." 

Vader crossed his arms over his chest. "Do you question my judgement, Admiral?" 

Okins shook his head. "No sir, but she is my daughter, and I know this crew. Fending off several thousand men will not be an easy task." 

"Your daughter will not need "fending off" because she will not spend a minute alone on this vessel. I will accompany her myself while you tend to your duties." Vader said, starting to the door. "If all goes as planned, your daughter's visit will be brief enough, much of my crew will not be aware of her presence." He stalked off towards the hangar. 

Rebecca's shuttle finished landing as Lord Vader entered the hanger. As he arrived at base of the shuttle Rebecca had started coming down the ramp. 

"Welcome to the Star Destroyer Executor, Milady." 

Rebecca stopped in front of the dark lord of the Sith and took a deep curtsy. "Thank you, Lord Vader." She said with a small smile. As she straightened, she looked around the hanger, searching for her father. 

"Admiral Okins is otherwise detained at the moment." Lord Vader said, resting his hands on his belt. "I will be your escort in his stead."

"Ah, I see. Thank you, Milord. Your hospitality is most appreciated." 

"It is not necessary to display gratitude. Your father serves admirably. Such loyalty can be hard to find." He replied, leading her out of the hanger and down the corridor. 

Rebecca took in her surroundings. "I'm lucky to have a guide. I don't think I could find my way around without one. All of these corridors look exactly the same." 

"With time, one finds their way." Vader held out his gloved hand. "Give me your comm-link." 

"My...comm-link?" She asked, puzzled. Fishing around in her dress pocket, she pulled it out and handed it to Lord Vader. She watched as he began altering the settings. 

"I programmed this with my encrypted frequency. Should you require immediate assistance, you may call for me." He said, handing it back. 

She stared at the device for a moment, surprised. "T-thank you, Milord." 

"This is my flagship, Milady. I make certain everything is run in an orderly fashion." Vader stopped in front a set of doors and hit the control pad, opening them to reveal living space. "You may use these guest quarters." He motioned for her to step inside. 

Rebecca entered and looked around the spacious living area. She set her bag on a nearby table and turned back to her host, "All of this space is for me?" 

"Is it not adequate to suit your needs?" He asked, crossing his arms. 

"No no!" She exclaimed, waving her arms. "This is fine, Milord, just bigger than I had anticipated." 

"You are pleased." With a nod he backed away towards the door. "I will return as your escort once I make contact with the Emperor. I suggest you rest. This ship is massive, and navigating its maze of corridors will require much time." With that, Vader left the room, the doors closing with a hiss behind him. 

Rebecca took some time to explore her quarters, finally settling down on the bed. "Rest he says...easier said than done." 

  

'Tis the Holiday Season

Greetings from Corellia! I'd like to wish a Merry Sithmas and a Happy New Year to my friends scattered across the galaxy. 

Whoops! It appears my Sithly sweetheart opened one of my presents by mistake! Darling, when are you going to learn...not all of those gifts are for you...

May your holidays be full of good cheer and of course, may the Force be with you! 

XLV: Return to Coruscant

Dear Rebecca,

I'm sorry to have been gone for far longer than I predicted, but I do have great news. Our mission to the outer rim was a success. I'm currently aboard the flagship of the Imperial fleet, the Super Star Destroyer Executor. I was transferred here mid mission when my original assignment was completed much sooner than expected. I can't go into too much detail at the moment, but know within the next few weeks, Executor will be in orbit of Coruscant. Be strong, Becks, I'm almost home. 

Also, I'm even giving you a chance to see what it's like to be on a Star Destroyer! Lord Vader overheard me talking about you to one of my officers and invited you to come up and get a limited tour of the vessel. He seems to think very highly of you, considering you only met his Lordship once for maybe five whole minutes, and that was years ago. At any rate, I'll comm you once we reach orbit and you can hitch a shuttle ride up.

Take care of yourself, and I'll see you soon. I look forward to hearing what you've been up to all this time. 

Dad. 

XLIV: Shooting Range

"You're improving!" said Aria.

Rebecca sighed and lowered her blaster. "And you're such a liar. I completely missed the target!"

"Maybe so, but you were closer than the other times." Aria teased and nudged her friend's arm. "have you been practicing on your own?"

"Not really..." Rebecca admitted, shifting her stance slightly. "Just being here makes me uncomfortable, not even mentioning using this forsaken thing." she looked down at the weapon in her hand. "Why do you and my father even bother?"

"We'd be horrible if we let you on your own with no way to defend yourself. This is Coruscant, after all. The safest and one of the scariest places in the Empire."

Rebecca set the blaster down. "Perhaps it would have been better if I stayed on Corellia. I wouldn't have to endure this, I'm sure."

"And if you did stay?"

"I'd probably be wedded to a man I didn't love, living a life I couldn't bear." she replied with a shrug. "I didn't exactly leave on the best of circumstances."

"Exactly, Becks!" Aria said, taking the discarded weapon. "It's because of that that we want to make sure you can protect yourself."

"there has to be another way of going about this though." Rebecca said, eying the blaster. "I'll never be able to handle that properly."

"Sure you will! I have confidence in you." Aria handed her friend the blaster. "you've got it in you. What you need is to believe in yourself. I bet if you really focused, you could hit that bullseye."

Rebecca shook her head. "I doubt it." she raised her weapon and started aiming for the target.

"tell you what: if you hit any notch on the target, we'll go for a round of drinks." Aria grinned.

Rebecca raised a brow. "Vintage wine, you're buying."

"Deal. Now hit that center!" Aria watched as her friend tried to hold the weapon steady. "C'mon Becks. You can do this..." The weapon fired, just missing the markings on the wall.

"Oh for kriff's sake." Rebecca muttered.

"Better!" Aria cheered. "Again!"

Rebecca fired again. The laser blast rung the lowest possible score. She turned to Aria and flashed a small smile. "Perhaps there's hope for me yet..."

OOC Post: From the Writer's Desk

Hello readers,

I apologize for the delay in blog updates. There has been a lot of stress building up between my work schedule and some minor medical problems. With luck, I'll be back to a more normal schedule within the next week or so.

As far as the twitter feed goes, the storyline with @elsa_everon has already begun, and hopefully will keep progressing with some regularity, real life permitting of course.

More to come soon,

-Becks

XLIII: News from the Homefront

Dear Daddy, 

I haven't heard from you in months. I hope everything is alright. This mission of yours must be really important. With luck you'll be home soon. 

Not much has changed here since my last message. I'm still at that same desk working for the same officers, though I have to admit your office has been occupied by someone else now. He's a young Commander. His name escapes me at the moment, but so far he seems decent enough, though no where near the officer that you are, Daddy. 

I enrolled in a culinary evening class so I didn't have to eat out every night. I have to say, I'm getting pretty good. I even cracked an egg without making a mess! As soon as you get home I'll make you a full dinner spread. You'll love it, I promise. The only downside to the class is my fellow lady classmates. They are under the impression that I'm going to grow old and die an old maid. In the past two months they have tried setting me up with several "eligible" bachelors from all over the city, all of which failed to impress. I have another outing tomorrow night. According to my one friend, Marcia, he's a Nubian socialite. This one's a double date. Apparently Marcia thinks I cannot fetch a man without help, so she and her bo are tagging along. Laughable, isn't it? Luckily the class ends in three weeks, so I won't have to endure this nonsense much longer. 

Aria returns from duty next weekend, so she promised to help me improve on my blaster training. I know you'll be pleased. I haven't really been practicing much in her absence. No one seems to want to help when they see how bad I am. I think they're afraid I'll shoot them or something. I promise though, one day my weapons skills will be as good as yours. I'm trying, I really am. One day, you'll see... 

Be safe out there, Daddy. Every night I'm praying to the maker for your safe return. I miss you so much, and I hope to hear from you soon! 

Love, 
Becky

XLII: Reassignment

"I'm here to see Admiral Okins." said a male voice.

Rebecca swiveled around in her chair to see a tall young man standing at her desk. "Oh, hello." She smiled. "What's your name..." she glanced at his rank, "Lieutenant?" 

"Richard Dakk, at your service." He flashed a grin. 

"Well, Lt. Dakk, the admiral is at a meeting with his excellency, the Emperor. He hasn't returned yet, so please take a seat and wait." She said, then started to return to her work. 

Dakk grinned, then sat on her desk and leaned forward. "This looks like a good spot." He said, then took a long look at her. 

"There's a bench at the wall. You'll be more comfortable over there." She said without stopping her work.  

"But I'm comfortable right here!" He reached over and tilted her chin with his forefinger. "You're a pretty thing. How long have you been locked away in the depths of these offices?" 

Rebecca moved away from his touch and stepped away from her desk. "Almost a year." She opened up the back cabinet and started searching for some files. 

"Well that sounds incredibly dull." He replied. "So, what do you do during your free time, sweetheart?" 

Rebecca shot him a look. "What do you want, Lieutenant?" she asked, not enjoying his prying. 

"How about a date?" 

"No. Now get off my desk." 

"Why not?" He grinned. "I can show--"

"I'm not interested in cocky Nerf like yourself." She interrupted, then paused when the main doors opened and Okins hurried inside. Thank the maker....Daddy, your timing is perfect. "Admiral, Lieutenant Dakk is here to see you." 

Okins unlocked his office door and hurried inside. "Make your case fast, son. I'm in a hurry." 

Dakk gave Rebecca a wink before stepping into Okins' office. "Sir, I request reassignment to the new flagship, Executor. 

"Request denied. Lord Vader is the one to select crew for his personal Star Destroyer. You'll have to put your request through to him yourself. Anything else?" Okins asked while going through his desk drawers. 

Dejected, Dakk sighed. "I believe that's all." 

"Good. Dismissed." Okins said, sternly. "Oh, and don't let me catch you flirting with my secretary again. It's not a good way to earn my good graces if you ever want a reassignment anywhere else. Do I make myself clear, Lieutenant?" 

Dakk pursed his lips. "Very clear, sir." He turned and left the office quickly. 

Rebecca watched him rush out of the office, then walked over to her father. "How did your meeting go, Daddy?" 

"Better than expected, actually." Okins said, packing up several small boxes. "I myself got reassigned."

"Really? Where are you going now?" 

"It's a temporary command aboard the Star Destroyer Aggressor. Unfortunately, it's a year long campaign towards the Outer Rim territories." 

Rebecca's excitement faded. "Wait...a year?? Why so long? What do you have to do?" 

Okins sighed. "It's the nature of the mission. For security reasons I can't disclose the details of my mission for the Emperor. Just know that it's one of great importance." 

"When do you have to depart?" 

"In a week. It's enough time for me to close out my office here. Any appointments I have set up starting tomorrow will have to be transferred to Admirals Mercer and Rollins." He walked around his desk to give Rebecca a tight hug. "Are you going to be alright?" 

"I think so..." she said, quiet. "I'll miss you. This place won't be the same without you, Daddy." She said with a small smile. "Who will strike intimidation into the hearts of new recruits now?" 

Okins laughed. "My fellow admirals will have to pick up the slack." He escorted Rebecca back into the waiting room and locked his office door for the night. "I know this will be a difficult time for you, and me as well, but it could also be the setting stone for my career. Command of a star-ship is nearly every officer's dream." 

"Alright... just promise to comm me. All the time." 

Okins kissed his Rebecca's forehead as they headed back to their apartment. "It's a deal. I'll be back before you know it." 

OOC PSA: Upcoming Content

Hey readers!

I've gotten to the point in Becky's history where related storylines in the twitter feed can start taking place! In the next few weeks, be sure to pay attention to twitter accounts @Elsa_Everon and @AriamVorru. If you're not following them yet, be sure to! They're both going to become increasingly more active as certain plots start developing. These past 20 or so entries on our favorite redhead's past will be referenced plenty in the twitterfeed now. Just something to keep in mind though: the time difference between what you have read here on the blog so far and the current twitter feed is about 8 years. There is still plenty more backstory to come your way soon!!

In the meantime, I've started a new "pages" section to the blog. There's going to be a bar across the top of the screen with links to new content. Right now I'm working on a slightly more detailed biography for certain characters that appear here on the blog and in the twitter feed. Stay turned for more updates!

If you're interested in maybe getting your character(s) involved in the upcoming twitter storyline, feel free to leave a comment here or a Direct Message on @Lady_Everon's twitter page. Only the basic plot points are worked out so there's plenty of time to fill in the details! Or, if you just want some spoilers or to leave suggestions, you can send me a message too. Either way I'd love to hear from you!

Happy reading!
-Becks

XLI: Lost Hope

"Gentlemen, I don't know how much longer I can keep waiting..." Elsa said, sipping her tea. "My Rebecca has been missing for six months now. Do you really think she's alive?"

"Of course!" Ariam bellowed, rising to his feet. "there is nothing to suggest otherwise!"

"Ariam, she hasn't made contact with us all this time. She could be dead for all we know." Fliry said.

"Nonsense, father!" Ariam objected. "Her body was never found with Ulmeran's or anywhere else! She's alive, I know it. Rebecca is here somewhere, and I intend to find her."

Elsa gave the young man a tiring glance. "Really, Ariam. Hasn't this gone on long enough?"

Distraught, Ariam pointed his finger at Elsa. "You may have given up on her, but I haven't. My bride, my future... Kriff, both of our bloodlines are at stake! I refuse to believe she's gone. I love her, and if I have to find her on my own, so be it!" Ariam stormed out of the room.

Fliry shook his head and turned back to Elsa. "Your granddaughter's death is hitting him hard. That is, if we should call it death." He sighed. "I don't want to give up on her either, dear Elsa, but I think it's time to face facts. If she's alive, she hasn't tried contacting us..or anyone for that matter. If she's perished, well... Then her captor did a real good job hiding her from us." he stepped forward and patted her shoulder, trying to comfort her. "I'll do what I can to talk sense into my son...but I think it's time we declare Rebecca lost and try to move on with our lives. It will be difficult, but spending the rest of our years waiting, wondering..."

Elsa set down her teacup and sighed. She began trembling a little as her worst fears began taking over her. After a few moments and deep breaths, she regained some of her composure and embraced Fliry. "One more week... I'll make a public statement and then go into official mourning."

Fliry held her tight. "I'll keep faith that one day she'll return to us, safe and sound."

XL: First Day Jitters

"It was so nice of Aria to help get me this job." Rebecca smiled as she sat down at the secretary's desk. "but are you sure High command won't mind me working on the same floor as you, Daddy? I mean...um, Admiral?" she corrected herself.

"it's fine, Rebecca. Don't worry." Okins said. "I'll have you know we've gone through over five secretaries in the last month. We know you'll be reliable. And besides, you're not just working for me, but for the other offices on this floor as well. I hope you can multitask."

Rebecca looked around her workspace nervously, "I think we'll soon find out either way. What should I do first?"

Okins pointed to a stack of files at the edge of the desk. "Our previous girl had no sense of organization. I guess you can start out by filing these in the proper place. Cabinets are alphabetical and separated by rank. You'll get the hang of it."

"I'll try my best....sir." she said. Calling her father by rank was going to take some getting used to.

Okins grinned. "I'll be in my office if you need me. Just knock." He patted her shoulder, then returned to his office.

Taking a deep breath, Rebecca pulled the stack over and began sorting through, making separate piles on her desk to put away. The whole activity took just under two hours, and by the time she had finished, some of the other officers had approached her with other small tasks to complete.

Late in the afternoon she leaned back in her chair and smiled. Throughout the day her superiors repeatedly complimented on her efficiency and job well done. She felt at ease now that her first day had been a pleasant one. Before rising from her post to check in with her father, she caught a glimpse of the calendar for the following day. The page was covered in officer appointments from morning to late afternoon. Most of the slots were for junior officers, but some high ranking officials were scheduled in between. Facing many strangers made her a little nervous, and she hoped tomorrow would be quick and painless.

XXXIX: Bonding over Wine

Rebecca arrived at Coruscant's Monument Plaza and headed towards one of the many bars located at the mall. She and Aria Brisard were meeting to catch-up over a glass of wine. This was the first time she's seen her friend since leaving Corellia.

When she entered the bar, she spotted Aria sitting at one of the booths towards the corner of the room. Rebecca walked over to her friend and greeted her with a warm smile.

"Aria!It's great to see you!" she said.

"Same here, Becks! It's been a while!" Aria said, hugging Rebecca and then sitting back down. "How is city life treating you?"

Rebecca shrugged and sat down across from her friend. "It's alright, I suppose. I'm still trying to adjust. It's a lot different from living on Nana's estate back on Corellia."

Aria nodded. "The crowds take some getting used to, as well as knowing the good areas to venture to." She smiled. "What do you do during the day?"

"Well Daddy spends most of the day at work, so I've been trying to learn how to cook. Since his culinary skills are dreadful, I feel it's a great way to help contribute."

"That's a good idea. What about on Okins' days off?"

"Oh Aria, those days are few and far between. Though lately he has been taking me to the shooting range. Daddy's been trying to teach me to use a blaster to defend myself...but I can't get comfortable using it....no matter what I try. Between trying to meet his high expectations and the physical weapon in my hands..." she sighs, "I just can't do it."

"Aria pat Rebecca's hand. "It's okay. It takes time, that's all. If you want, I could help you train when I come visit you here...or if you want to come see me on Exactor. We can go at your pace, no pressure."

Rebecca smiled. "I like the sound of that."

"Great! So, what else is going on?"

Rebecca shrugged. "Not much... aside from that I stay around the apartment. It would be nice if there was something else I could do."

Aria tapped her chin, thinking. "Maybe you can find some work?"

"That's what I was thinking. But I've never had a real job before...There's so much here on Coruscant. I'm not even sure what to apply for!"

Aria thought for a moment, then grinned wide. "I think I have the perfect solution. Just leave everything to me!"

For my Dark Lord...

Another year gone by, and what a year it has been...

This has been a rough, but wonderful year for us, Si'hil tha'... We've had our unpleasant arguments, our violent little fits, but we pulled through, didn't we. Most of our time was spent waiting for our tiny Sith prince to be born. Between our excitement, anxiety, and miserable lack of pleasantries, I can clearly say those were some of the bumpiest months of the year. Thank the maker all of that (ok, most of it..) is behind us. Our handsome, healthy baby is the biggest blessing the Force could bring us. 

You've shown me great patience, concern, and rounds of your Sithly humor during my darkest hours, and I continue to thank you for it. Dark as you may be, you're a wonderful husband for me, and an equally wonderful father to our children. I know this hasn't been easy for you, Si'hil tha', my attention divided so much that I haven't tended to you as much as I'd have liked. I want you know that my love for you always remains. Our little family has grown a little bigger, and so has my love for you, with every passing day. 

Happy third Anniversary, 

 Your Si'hari tha'.

(dedicated to @The_Darth_Vader)

XXXVIII: Body Found

A speeder raced towards the Vorru estate. The Dowager Lady Everon sat in the back seat rustling a news article in her fingers stressfully. Events from the last week plagued on the matriarch's mind.

First was the rush meeting She had with Jeref Ulmeran. She recalled the day of the Vorru gala when Ulmeran stopped by her estate, expressing for a second time his desires to take on Rebecca as his bride. At the time she was trying to set Rebecca with Ariam Vorru so she revealed nothing of her devious plans, instead told Ulmeran her precious granddaughter was seeing another man. She did also remember Ulmeran storming out of the estate after being denied his lady prize. That was the last time she saw him alive.

Next was the luxurious gala itself. Much planning went into the guest list and ensuring Ariam Vorru's proposal would go without error. Rebecca's downright refusal shocked her, the Vorru's and everyone in attendance. The invited reporters and paparazzi turned their focus to badgering herself and Ariam about what went wrong instead of questions about the future nuptials. Reports about the failed proposal stopped posting after a few days.

Instead, they've been focusing on a new story, and the mail reason for Elsa's stress. Last week's gala marked the night Rebecca went missing. Coincidentally, Jeref Ulmeran vanished the very same night. Gossip sources claimed the two ran off together, but neither Elsa or Ariam believed a word of it. The Dowager began searches all over the city and countryside where Rebecca grew up, believing her granddaughter simply ran away to a more comfortable, familiar setting. The one mishap in her theory is what happened to Lord Jeref Ulmeran.

However, the news article in her hand answered that question. As soon as her speeder stopped in front of the Vorru estate, she bounded out and inside the home.

"Fliry! Ariam! I have news!" she announced, walking into the parlor. Ariam and Moff Vorru quickly ran from the study and joined her.

" have you found Rebecca? Oh please tell me you have." Ariam said, sinking into a chair.

"no, I haven't." Elsa answered, clearly troubled. "this was in today's post." she nervously handed the article to Ariam. Moff Vorru moved behind his son so he could read it as well.

" Jeref Ulmeran found dead." Ariam Vorru read aloud. "his body was discovered early this morning mangled and dumped in the woods just outside the city..."

"dear Maker..." Moff Vorru said, rubbing his chin.

"keep going... There's more." Elsa replied.

"... Although the autopsy has not been completed, preliminary reports indicate he had been severely beaten, tortured and disfigured. Details on cause of death will be released later."

"who could have done that?" Vorru asked.

"well Jeref had plenty of enemies..." Ariam answered.

"Don't you see?? Ulmeran and Rebecca disappeared at the same time! What if they were together when this happened?? Is my granddaughter dumped in the forest too? Dear Maker...her virtue is still at stake!" Elsa panicked.

Moff Vorru came over to her and patted her shoulder. "Calm down, Elsa. I'm sure Jeref had nothing to do with Rebecca's disappearance. She might just be lying low until this whole matter blows over. I have a feeling she's still on Corellia."

"father is right, Elsa."Ariam said. " We'll find sweet Rebecca before too long, and then we'll stick back to our plan."

"oh Ariam...for her sake I hope you're right..."

XXXVII: Range Day

"Daddy, I'm not so sure about all of this..." Rebecca said as she tagged along behind her father. The two had just finished lunch and were heading to the shooting range.

"Trust me, it's for your own good." Okins replied.

"I don't even know which one I should get." she said. "I don't know anything about blasters or weaponry."

"That's what I'm here for." He said.

As they entered the establishment, Rebecca couldn't help but feel incredibly uncomfortable. The walls were covered in different sized pistols, rifles, canons, and other various weapons she couldn't quite identify. While her father spoke to the employee behind the desk, she walked over to one of the display cases and and looked at the different rifles. The longer she looked at them, the more she wanted to run out of the establishment and head for home.

"Rebecca, c'mon." Okins said, waving her over as the clerk led them to the shooting area. It was a narrow aisle way with a chair and table in the center of the shooting area. Several meters away there was a body-shaped target hanging on the back wall. The clerk set a box of various blasters down on the table and returned to the front.

"Ready?"

"No..." Rebecca said. She stepped forward and peered into the box. There were two smaller pistols and one large rifle. She picked up the smallest of the three and examined it. The weapon was a bit chunky and she wasn't surprised when it felt uncomfortable to hold.

Okins picked up one of the larger weapons so he could demonstrate how to use it. "Here, hold it like this, wrapping your finger around the trigger. Then, you just lift, aim, and shoot." He raised his arm towards the target across the room and fired. "Simple."

Rebecca had jumped, startled from the blaster's discharge. "Daddy I don't know if I can."

"Of course you can. Here, I'll help you." He placed his hands over her own and positioned them on the blaster properly. "Now, aim, and fire." He guided her arm upwards and helped her press the trigger. The discharge made her jumpy again. "Now it's your turn," he said, removing his hands.

Rebecca swallowed. "Okay..." she took a deep breath and took aim. Her hand wouldn't stop shaking from nerves. The longer she stood there, the more the shaking continued. Finally she fired. The shot missed the target completely. She sighed and dejectedly lowered her weapon to her side. While doing so, she heard a loud bang and promptly dropped the gun as her father fell and braced the chair for support.

In her attempt to lower the weapon, she ended up squeezing the trigger and shooting a bolt right into her father's foot.

XXXVI: Blaster Talk

"Rebecca, time to eat." Okins called from the kitchen as he took  a tray out of the oven and set it on the table. Rebecca came in and sat down. She peered over at small paper bags sitting beside the table settings.

"Um, Daddy? What are those for?" She asked, pointing to the bags.

Okins dished out the meal. "Those are 'emergency meal removal bags' in case things go sour."

Rebecca raised an eyebrow. "So they're barf bags."

"No no no....you make it sound so gross when you say it like that."

"Because it is?" She asked, eyeing the meal in front of her. "Do you really not trust yourself with food?"

"My skills are a little rusty." He replied and sat down. "C'mon, try it."

Rebecca hesitantly scooped up some food onto her fork and put it in her mouth. She chewed it slowly, trying to keep her facial expression pretty neutral. After a few more chews, she finally swallowed it and leaned back in her seat.

"Well?"

"It was...oh kriff..." she said, then quickly downed most of her beverage.

"That bad, huh." He asked. She nodded. Okins threw his napkin onto the table. "Well  there's the diner down the next block. Let's just go out."

"Good idea." She agreed. Together they quickly cleaned up from the failed dinner attempt and left the apartment for the landing strip where they grabbed a speeder to the restaurant.

"I was thinking..." Okins began.

"Uh oh..."

"I think it's time you learned to defend yourself."

Rebecca blinked, inquisitive. "You mean...self defense class or something?"

"I was thinking more along the lines of weaponry. It's time you got yourself a blaster."

"...a....blaster??" Rebecca asked, unsure of how she feels about owning a weapon. "This has "Aria Brisard" written all over it, doesn't it..."

"Oh no, she had nothing to do with this. I want you to have a blaster. It's a good weapon and handy to have when you're alone."

"Daddy, I don't like weapons. What good is having one when I probably will be afraid to even touch it, even fire it?"

"We'll have to build up your confidence, that's all." Okins said. "Just think, in time you'll be just as comfortable wielding a weapon as I am." He grinned at his daughter until he saw the unimpressed look on her face. "Okay, maybe not that much. The point is you'll be able to protect yourself. What happened on Corellia will never occur again."

"Do I have to have one?"

"Yes. We'll pick one out after we eat." He said as he landed the speeder. "Tomorrow you and I will head to the range to start practice."

Rebecca sighed and followed after her father, now with little enthusiasm. "Joy."