#vaderlin

Ferus used Force tricks, he sent the ball flying in an incredible arc towards Leia. It was exciting, but Leia wasn't physically well developed, so she wasn't very good at catching and throwing the ball, and new attempts didn't bring improvements.  

"I want to play with you too." A boy Ortolan came up to them. He was shorter than Leia and had a slightly overweight build.

Ferus gave the boy a quick, appraising look, and with a friendly smile, tossed him the ball. At first, the chubby boy seemed clumsy and slow, but he ran well, and his arms were thicker and stronger than Leia's, so the little fat boy got used to the game pretty quickly. Leia realized that she was now the weakest player. The girl was a little upset and decided to use a little trick.

Leia jumped up, hovered in the air, and used the Force to reduce the speed of the ball flying towards her. It wasn't difficult to catch the ball and throw it back.

"What an amazing dream!" thought Leia. Here she can control the Force much better than ever in reality! The Force was very kind and generous to her here.

"Hey, Leia! Are you cheating to beat us?" Ferus asked in surprise, but it was obvious that he was happy for his daughter. He threw the ball to Leia again, spinning the ball in an unexpected trajectory. She jumped to the height of her height, hovered in the air, deftly caught the ball, and threw it back, and then landed gracefully.

"Great! It seems you have a gift for flying!" Ferus praised her and smiled. "Please don't tell me that you dream of becoming a pilot!"

Leia laughed. Her father seemed so young to her now! She was surprised to notice that Dad's bangs were not gray, but golden. His incredible, golden-tinged hair shone stunningly in the sun.

The ball was already flying back to her, and Leia was thinking so hard that she didn't even notice who threw the ball to her, Dad or that boy. Belatedly, the girl jumped up and held out her arms, but her jump got out of control. She flew higher than she wanted to, and her ascent did not stop. A sense of unease gripped Leia. The only thing that kept her from wanting to scream was the certainty that Dad wouldn't let her fall. She flailed her arms and legs helplessly, then tried to grab onto one of the strands of Force, but the Force suddenly became completely beyond her control. The girl was dragged to the side and turned upside down. Leia saw the ball flying behind her. Hanging upside down, she looked down.

The ball landed on an open palm in a black glove.

There was a man in the galaxy in whose hand any object could turn into a deadly weapon, and this man was standing here right now. The motionless figure, clad in dark armor, looked like a black spot. The rays of the sun bounced off the Sith as if the light couldn't touch it.

Leia's frightening assumption came true. In Darth Vader's powerful hand, an innocuous ball instantly heated up and turned into a deadly projectile for throwing.

"Now it's my turn to throw!" Sith proclaimed in the mechanical voice and hurled a red–hot ball at her father.

The projectile flew at terrifying speed and hit Ferus in the chest with crushing force, shattering the bones of his rib cage and crushing his insides. The force of the throw sent her father flying backwards.

"Dad!"  Leia's own scream hit her ears.

But Ferus didn't even cry out. He was thrown onto the line separating the grass and the beach sand. He was lying like a broken mannequin with a torn rib cage and didn't move anymore. Leia squeezed her eyes shut to block out the horror. She realized that her father would never wake up from such a wound.

The girl was still hanging upside down in the air, and the Darkness continued to play with the victim. A directed stream of Force rotated Leia around her axis. Leia was filled with a terrible feeling, as if she were a fly trapped in a spider's web, and the Dark Side, like a spider, was wrapping her in a cocoon, spun out of despair and fear.

Leia screamed and twitched. The rope by which she was suspended suddenly broke and Leia flew down.

In the next instant, the invisible rope bit painfully into her ankle again, and the girl's face froze right in front of the Sith mask. Leia froze in horror. Vader raised his hand, and Leia realized that now he was going to throw her head down, she would break her spine from the blow, and her dead body would remain lying on the sand, right next to Darth Vader's boots.

The invisible rope disappeared, and the victim flew upside down.

Leia woke up in horror.

She and Dad were staying in a small, cozy hotel in a coastal settlement on one of the mother-of-pearl shores of Belazura. Dad was sleeping peacefully next to her. Leia's mini droid hummed steadily on the table.

Leia took several deep breaths to even out her shortness of breath. It was just a dream. But her feelings of fear and utter helplessness were real. What could she do, even if she became an adult and mastered the Force, against a monster that could playfully kill anyone with one blow?

Leia took her father by the shoulder.

"Dad, wake up!"

"Mmm… Leia, why are you waking me up so early? Are you all right?" Ferus asked sleepily. He had a good night's sleep this time.

"Yes!" Leia declared. It was probably the first time in her life that she had deftly lied to him. She just couldn't tell dad about her nightmare, and she didn't know why. It all seemed so frightening and disgusting to her that she didn't want to talk about it at all, but just wanted to forget it as soon as possible.

"Wake up! You wanted to get up early to make us a special breakfast. And I'm already hungry!"

Ferus muttered that they already had three breakfasts and a couple of lunches here every day on vacation, and it wouldn't end well, but he started to get up.

"And you also wanted to come with me to the central market to buy me a pet. You promised, Dad!" Leia blurted out.

"Did I promise to buy you a pet?" Ferus asked in disbelief, stretching sleepily.

"You just forgot." Leia chirped sweetly, and put on an innocent childish smile.

**

It was really hot in the central market at noon. However, Ferus felt more comfortable under a couple of layers of fabric, despite the fact that he was sweating.

"Dad... "

"Yes? " Ferus asked, looking down at his daughter. After all, she was tiny even for her age.

"I just..." chirped Leia happily, "I just want to hug you."

The little girl wrapped her arms around Ferus' lower back and snuggled up to him.

"That's not true, Leia," her father said, stroking her shoulders. "You want me to buy you this pet. What you're doing now is called 'manipulation.' And I don't like that."

"But, Dad…"

"Listen, Leia. I don't mind a pet at all, besides your mini-droid. But understand, this breed was artificially bred from Naboo Shaak. He doesn't have enough intelligence even for a pet. It's harmless, but it's useless and eats too much, so no one bought it."

Ferus suddenly realized that Vader often did things that made the prisoner feel like a useless and disenfranchised animal. A spasm went through him from the surging sensations.

"What am I doing? Is she asking so much of me?"

After all, he himself was afraid that after experiencing the horror in captivity, Leia would become withdrawn and distrustful. However, the girl endured Vader's captivity and influence better than he expected. The Jedi looked doubtfully at the fluffy round animal in the cage. He again tried to gently explain and announce to his daughter a whole list of difficulties that would arise when caring for such a pet, but Leia resisted, despite his arguments. She said that if this is true, then all the more reason to buy this one, wonderful 'Flu-Shaak', because no one else needs this pet, and it is very sad and unfair.

"Well." Ferus gave up. He was glad that his little girl had such deep sympathy. Olin remembered that at a young age he himself was too obsessed with order and rules to be truly kind and compassionate to living beings.

Jedi consoled himself with the fact that caring for a stupid pet was not a problem worth seriously worrying about. Especially when he think about the fact that he was recently a prisoner... The images from the past made the Jedi feel sick and nauseous. Would these memories haunt him all the time?

Ferus sighed, paid the merchant, and once again found himself thinking that, against the backdrop of large-scale events that would go down in the history of the galaxy, he was engaged in minor stupidity. But is that so?

Many of his actions will one day fade from Leia's childhood memory, but she will remember that Dad spent a lot of time with her, taking care of her, and they were a small and happy family.

But it won't always be like this. Ferus clearly understood that. Time passes quickly, and life changes. Leia will become an adult woman, and a man will appear in her life, who will be more important to her than her father. She would marry him and they would have children, and then her father would no longer be in second place, but in third place. Ferus was already beginning to be jealous of this 'future husband', even though Leia was only ten years old, and he might not worry about her future marriage for a long time.

Baby Leia sat comfortably in an airtaxi. Right now, she was not interested in anything in the world except for the cute 'Flu-Shaak'. She enthusiastically stroked the furry creature, which was sniffing the hands of the little mistress. The Jedi was happy for his daughter and watched as the maintenance droid loaded boxes of pet care products into the trunk of the airtaxi.

Ferus's personal comlink beeped, signaling a new message. He took a comlink out of his pocket, activated the message, and a holographic figure of a thin and middle-aged woman appeared on his palm. Ferus recognized her at first glance, even though she had aged quite dramatically since their last meeting.

Anxiety squeezed the Jedi's chest. Even before the demonstration of the short message ended, he had already formed a bad assumption about why Breha Organa invited him and Leia to Alderaan.

"She wants to take Leia back."

**

He existed at a point where there is no light, no space, no time. But something was directing the current, which inexorably dragged him to the surface, and Anakin felt that he was slowly emerging from this viscous pool of nothingness and timelessness.

Someone pushed him with a final effort, and the fallen Jedi surfaced.

"Where am I?"

Anakin tried to take a breath, but instead of air, cold penetrated his lungs and stabbed thousands of tiny needles. It was impossible to take a breath, his lungs were tearing apart, but some kind of device inside his chest forcibly pushed the air flow, preventing him from suffocating.

His consciousness had not yet cleared up, but fragments of memories were already pouring over him like an avalanche. Anakin saw many different pieces of his past at the same time. These unrelated images and sensations from different times and different places bombarded his mind. He would have gone mad from the onslaught of his memories or lost himself in the whirlpool of memory, but he was saved again by someone else's presence.

Anakin found himself among a cluster of intertwined threads woven into a web of Great Force.

A familiar presence positioned itself next to him, supporting him. In the web of Force, the former master looked like a small dot glowing like a star in the night sky. Unquenchable, eternal. And his light was powered by something ancient that was immeasurably older than Obi-Wan himself, older than their Galaxy.

They were out of reality, and at the same time in reality, hidden on one of the uninhabited planets at the edge of the Galaxy.

"Obi-Wan… Don't go away! Don't leave me alone!" The fallen Jedi spoke through the Force and extended a ghostly hand towards him.

When the fingers of the ghostly hand of the traitor and murderer touched Obi-Wan's face, he felt disgusted and wanted to cut off this mental touch. But the Darkness, under the onslaught of the passing wall of Light, finally retreated, and next to him was no longer Vader, but Anakin. And Anakin begged him.

"Don't go away!" He called desperately again.

And this time he decided to answer.

"Don't worry, I'll be there." The quiet, broken voice of the former Master rang out.

"Honey, be patient a little longer, we'll leave soon," Ferus said softly to the sleeping Leia, although he needed such comfort more than his daughter.

Ferus was really glad to see Obi-Wan alive. This meant that the Jedi would not disappear into oblivion, and the knowledge and principles of the Jedi Order would be passed on to the next generation. That was incredibly good news. Over the years of his wanderings, he despaired and almost believed that there were no more Jedi left. Still, Olin wanted to be alone. All intelligent beings caused him irrational anxiety. Ferus was just afraid, afraid of who knows what. Could it be that someone would want to cause him irreparable harm?

Olin would like to fall into a dreamless sleep so as not to think about anything, especially that Darth Vader was on this ship. But such neighborhood, of course, was not very conducive to relaxation.… And sleep no longer came to him. Ferus left the dim bluish light on and stretched out on the medical bed, staring at the ceiling.

After a while, the cabin doors opened with a soft rustle. Fulcrum went inside. Ferus sat up in bed, ready to continue the conversation. He had no doubt that she had not come here just to wish him a good night.

"I want to ask you something personal," Fulcrum said, and Olin made a gesture of permission to form her questions. "What do you intend to do now when the Sith are finished? Will you give Leia to the Jedi for training? Will you return to the Jedi Order as a Jedi?"

He didn't like these questions, especially about Leia.

"How do you know she had the potential for Force?" he asked harshly. "I can't believe you can figure it out so easily."

"I can't." She agreed. "Obi–Wan told me about Leia. I'm sorry, I didn't think it was a secret. But I understand the reasons you wanted to hide her sensitivity to the Force. Naturally, you're used to living in fear and expecting bad things. But over time, the hunt for Force-sensitive children will stop. And Leia will be able to access the Force again. "

Olin frowned. So Obi-Wan knew something about Leia. Was it possible that he also knew the secret of her origin? Such thoughts bothered Ferus. For some reason, he had the distinct feeling that he himself was just a passing guest who had accidentally fallen into a huge puzzle of someone else's story.  Besides, he understood that it would be very difficult for Leia to reconnect with the Force. Or maybe it won't work at all.

"What makes you think that the Sith dead? Palpatine is really dead, I saw his severed head with my own eyes. But Vader wasn't dead yet, and besides, Palpatine might have other secret apprentice. He could have secretly raised an Order of his followers."

"Maybe you're right. Then the surviving Jedi should not come out of their hiding places until they are sure of their safety. We will do the same." Togruta said.

Ferus nodded at her approvingly. Security measures are important at all times, even during stable times.

"But let me ask you another question," Fulcrum continued, "what do you intend to do with Vader? He held you captive and tortured you for a long time, didn't he?"

Ferus shuddered, his face paling. The mention of Vader's abuse made him feel sick, reminding him of the pain he had endured and the humiliating rapes.

Why did he pull Vader out of the Destroyer? Isn't it because a criminal like Vader should be convicted of his many war crimes and executed?

No, he was probably just showing mercy, because Vader is Leia's biological father, and she wouldn't want him to die there. But there was another, more pragmatic reason. Vader's position meant that he knew a lot of top-secret information about the Empire that could be extracted from him. “You can get Vader to tell you, do you really believe that he can be interrogated?...”

"I won't take revenge on him, if that's what you meant," he finally said, "so don't worry about it. I don't want to know anything more about Vader's fate. Let Obi-Wan take it upon himself, as the eldest of the Jedi."  

"That's what Obi-Wan expected you to do. It seems like you really know each other well."

"I don't think so. We're brothers in the Order, but we've always been biased against each other." Ferus objected. Ahsoka could hear the suppressed resentment in his voice.

"Tell me, what are you and Obi-Wan going to do?" Olin couldn't help but ask her the same question. "I assume you expect to find those who were able to survive the extermination?"

"Obi-Wan hasn't shared his plan with me, so I'm not sure what's on his mind. I can only assume that he will most likely want to collect everything that remains of the Order. I think he cares about the Jedi legacy more than anything else."

"He can't seriously expect to rebuild the Jedi Order himself, can he?"

"He understands the inhuman effort it will cost him. And your participation could help him a lot."

"If I commit myself to the cause of the Order, I won't be able to protect Leia. I can't even be with her." Olin objected "No, until she grows up, I will not participate in anything."

"You've admitted that you've always been biased against Obi-Wan, and now you're underestimating him again. He can protect you from anyone and anything. He looks crushed, but he's still the strongest Jedi I've ever known. So maybe the best thing for you to do is stick with Obi-Wan. You can be a support for each other."

Ferus thought for a moment. Master Kenobi is undoubtedly a great Jedi, he is a noble warrior and a loyal man to the Order. There was no objective reason not to trust him. But Ferus's life experience told him that among all the omissions, there was a lot that Obi-Wan and Fulcrum had kept from him. Perhaps it was fair, because he left the Order many years ago, and a lot has changed since then, and trust cannot be built in a couple of days. But Olin still didn't believe that he could trust them unconditionally. What if they act solely in their own interests?

Ferus was unpleasantly surprised at himself. He was disgusted by such reasoning, but captivity made him even more suspiciously paranoid than he was before. It is better to act as he sees fit. If he had been alone, he would have undoubtedly stayed, despite the risk and his distrust, but he had the daughter. And that solved everything.

"No, that would not be a good solution." Ferus said with conviction. "And I was biased against Obi-Wan for another reason. I have never underestimated his undoubted skill and greatness as a Jedi."

"For what reason?"

"It doesn't matter now."

"Well. So what about Leia's training? You still haven't answered. " 

The question weighed heavily on him. It took him a few extra moments to give an answer that implied his promise.

"There's no way I'd want to send Leia to Jedi training. I don't want to give my child away for training to anyone. But it's up to Leia and only her to decide. I will not put pressure on her or manipulate her in any way. I promise." 

Fulcrum nodded at him approvingly.

"Did Obi-Wan assume that I would make that decision again?"  Ferus asked.

She just gave him a mischievous smile.

**

Contrary to Ferus' assumptions that Vader would not stay alive for long, the Sith surprised him again because he was not dead yet. Vader was now lying unconscious, tied to med table, and breathing with the help of a breathing apparatus to which he was connected. Obi-Wan was sitting next to him in a meditation position and was a depressing sight. Streams of Force swirled around him. Ferus could feel both the Light side of the Force filling the cabin and the thick stench of Darkness emanating from Vader. The gloomy silence was shattered by Vader's artificial respiration and his muffled moans coming through a breathing mask.

Ferus had warned more than once that Vader was extremely dangerous even at the time of death, and Olin restrained himself from saying it again. After everything he had seen, it was hard for him to believe that Obi-Wan had everything under control.

"He's dying, isn't he?" finally, Olin asked about what had been bothering him these two days. The death of Darth Vader should be the final point before the beginning of a new life for the Jedi.

"Who knows." Obi-Wan replied vaguely.

Ferus didn't like playing riddles without accurate answers, even in his youth. He came here to prove to himself that he had overcome his fear of Vader. But that's not true. He was still afraid of Darth Vader, more than anyone else in his life.

Olin looked closely at the piece of burnt rotting flesh. In this state, the cyborg could only lie still and moan inarticulately in pain. So, let him feel at least a thousandth of the pain he inflicted on others.

Ferus heard a long moan, a little louder, like the word... "Mom"? Was it his imagination?

Did he really think Vader had never been a child? After all, before Palpatine stole the child to raise him as his apprentice, the child had a family. And in his delirium, Vader could see vague images from his distant and forgotten childhood.

Or did he growl "My"? So even in this state, Vader was thinking about power over his Empire?

His Empire, which no longer exists.

"Wait for me in the hallway, please."  Kenobi's voice brought him out of his thoughts about Vader. Ferus looked up at Obi-Wan, but he was still sitting in a meditation position, and he didn't even open his eyes.

**

Only in the bright light of the hallway did Olin see how exhausted and devastated Obi-Wan was. Ferus wanted to support him, but the moment was not conducive to consolation and hugs.

"I'm going to start searching for survivors as soon as I can." Obi-Wan said. "Fulcrum told me that you don't plan to join us. Why, Ferus?"

"My path as a Jedi apprentice was over many years ago. And I don't regret it. I think it saved my life."

"I understand. But how can you leave me at a time like this? The Jedi need you."

"Obi-Wan, for a long time now I have been a father first and not a Jedi apprentice. My daughter needs me more than any Jedi. I'm sorry, but I won't be able to help you."

"Forget about the rank. It doesn't matter if you're a apprentice or a Master. You're a Jedi inside, just like me. And Leia, of course, can stay with us, she won't interfere with us."

Ferus was taken aback by this statement.

"What do you mean, ‘Leia won't interfere with us’? This is my child!" Obi-Wan's attitude caused him confusion and anger. "Actually, I'm assessing how much you're bothering her. And you know, I think it's very strong. So, I think we'll leave you as soon as possible."

Olin headed out of the hallway, no longer having the energy or desire to argue with Obi-Wan. 

"Your daughter has a connection to the Force, Ferus. Now this connection has been severed, but it cannot be hidden from me. "

Olin froze.

"Yes." He admitted. A protest was rising in him. His child is not a reason for bargaining or manipulation. "And you think I should give her to you for training? For her to become a Jedi since I didn't? But I won't do that. And I'm really curious how you know about her connection to the Force. "

Master Kenobi looked so understanding and sympathetic, but that only made the younger Jedi angrier.

"No, Ferus. It's up to you. And I won't go against your decision. I'm just asking you to stay. You've always been a Jedi inside yourself. You were worthy of becoming Jedi Knight a long time ago. But the fact that you haven't fallen into darkness or gone crazy still says a lot more about you than any rank."

"I was only worthy of dying on Korriban that day, instead of Darra." Those words finally burst out of him. "That's all someone like me deserves. I acted like a dumb, cocky kid because I fell for Skywalker's stupid provocation. I wanted to prove to Tru Veld that I was a good and reliable friend. And I didn't tell the Masters about the lightsaber defect because my friend asked me to keep quiet about it. I would never do that, I would not break the rules. But suddenly I stopped thinking with my head, and I started acting on the call of emotions, like Skywalker. If it weren't for my stupidity, Darra might still be alive. You have no idea how much I hate myself for this! I have never forgiven the stupidity of others, but there is no forgiveness for my stupidity either. "

"There's forgiveness for everything, Ferus. Forgive yourself for that," Obi-Wan replied softly. " Darra was trying to protect you. You don't know what would have happened if she hadn't died in Korriban's cave. Perhaps, in this case, you would have died there. But then no one would have protected little Leia from the Sith."

"You're right." Ferus said, feeling a tickle in his throat.

"So Anakin was involved in that tragedy after all?" the former Jedi Master asked bitterly.

"You didn't know?" Ferus wasn't surprised that Anakin hadn't told his Master the truth about his role in the Korriban tragedy. Honesty wasn't a quality Skywalker had in abundance. "I still don't understand why he so maniacally wanted to prove to everyone that he was better than me. It was so weird. It was like as he believes I was trying to convince him otherwise. And then…  This story about hiding a lightsaber defect... doesn't matter anymore. Forgive me, Obi-Wan. I don't think you need to know about that. So many Jedi have died, and none of them can be brought back. I don't understand how I escaped the same fate."

Obi-Wan stepped closer and put his hands on Olin’s shoulders.

"If you escaped, then it was the will of the Force, Ferus."  Kenobi said earnestly. He used the Force to give his friend peace of mind. "I'm really sorry that you had to go through all this. I felt like Anakin had something to do with your leaving the Order, but I didn't know exactly how. Now I regret also that I did not try to find out. But nothing is unimportant. Knowing about past mistakes is necessary in order to keep them in mind, understand the consequences and avoid making them in the future."

"Thank you. This great lesson in Jedi wisdom from an elderly Master for an elderly student."  Ferus snorted.

Obi-Wan forced a smile at his comment. But Ferus could see that a certain foreign and inexorable heaviness had not receded from his gaze. There was a deep heaviness that Ferus could not erase from the face of a fellow member of the Order.

"I wonder if, after being imprisoned by Vader, I also look like the same miserable, broken man?" thought Ferus. And he noted that Kenobi ignored his question about Leia.

"Obi-Wan, I have to ask you. What happened to Anakin?"

Kenobi looked gloomy and seemed to have aged another couple of years.

"The Empire got to him, too. He died. I couldn't save him. It's my fault." He said bitterly.

Every time Ferus heard the news of a Jedi's death, it sent a sharp pain through his chest. The Jedi Order was indeed a part of his heart that would remain for the rest of his life. Nothing will change that, not even his baby.

He had never been friends with Skywalker, but Anakin was Obi-Wan's only favorite apprentice and a close friend to Darra and Tru. 

"I'm so sorry."  Ferus said sympathetically. He did not ask in detail about this, because he knew perfectly well that Master Kenobi was maniacally attached to his student. So Ferus decided not to ask this question anymore, so as not to torment Obi-Wan even more. Ferus understood everything from the overwhelming grief that engulfed the Jedi Master.

"Tru Veld?" Olin whispered with foolish hope.

"Master…"

"You're a lying coward. Is this your gratitude for the power I gave you?" Palpatine asked. Vader only hoped that Palpatine's awareness of his captives would end with the knowledge of the girl's existence, but Sidious quickly dashed his hope.

"Bring this child and the Jedi to me immediately. I'm waiting for you."

It was a complete failure. Vader did not believe in the omnipotence and absolute awareness of the Master. Someone was spying for the Emperor.

"I obey, my Master."  Vader said obediently, and Sidious cut the connection.

Soon, his Star Destroyer appeared in orbit of the Vjun. The captain of the ship contacted Vader, he reported that he was sending a transport vehicle and a group of people for Vader to help transport people.

When a transport shuttle landed on the platform in front of the fortress, Vader ordered the arriving stormtroopers to transport his prisoners to the Destroyer. Everything was done as always, accurately and quickly, under his supervision.

Vader pondered for a long time what was the best thing for him to do.  If he gives Leia to Palpatine, then maybe Olin will lose his child. And Olin will be left without what Vader himself is deprived of. That would be good. But Leia without a connection to the Force would obviously not be of any interest to Sidious. But Olin... he was unlucky.

Undoubtedly, it would be useful for Olin to receive a few lightning strikes from Palpatine. But it will end quickly because the Emperor will kill the stupid, stubborn Jedi. Suddenly, the thought of giving up the old enemy to die seemed unwelcome to Vader.

Or even unacceptable?

But why? Darth Vader didn't know the answer. He only realized for sure that he no longer wanted and could not follow Palpatine's will. The man who had always used him almost like a slave.

The hatred of Sidious that rose in him made Vader feel very tired, as if he himself had lived for more than half a century, and all this time he was a slave on a leash from his master. His vile memory made him think of Obi-Wan again, and Vader forced the damned traitor out of his mind.

"Woe to you, Obi-Wan! I will find you at any cost, after I get rid of the Emperor."

Previously, even the thought of beating Palpatine would have seemed unthinkable and ridiculous to him, but now he thought differently.

Vader knew that the solution was somewhere nearby, the Force was telling him what needed to be done. And he was intently searching for the only correct answer to the main question in these clues - how to deceive someone who cannot be deceived? The one who is the genius of deception himself?

And the Sith realized that now he really had a chance. Leia would give him that chance.

But is he willing to risk Leia's life, use her as a bargaining chip, in order to get rid of the Emperor once and for all? To his surprise, it didn't seem like a difficult choice.

The moment Vader could easily answer "yes" to himself, he felt that he had become equal to his Master. And he will surpass him when they meet or he will just find his death there.

There was triumph and steadfastness in the Force. The Sith was especially acutely aware of this, as if the Force itself was on his side. This means that the Dark Side will help its Chosen One to recognize a tiny but most important moment and take advantage of it.

And then he will win.

**

Ferus was imprisoned in a cell on the Destroyer. The Jedi looked helpless, and he fought against this state of weakness in order not to actually lose consciousness. His hands were tied together and fixed on the wall. He was almost lying on a chair and did not move, hoping that someone from the guard would come up to check on his condition. But no one came to his cell for hours. The prisoner's vital signs were read by a tiny device attached to his neck. It was enough to have an idea of his current state of health.

Thanks to the Force, the Jedi was able to hear the conversation of two stormtroopers behind the wall, and learn that the destination is Coruscant.  Why is Vader taking him there? Ferus didn't understand a damn thing that was going on, and it made him very anxious. He only knew perfectly well that meeting Palpatine would mean a fatal outcome for any Jedi. He needs to get out of this prison by any means necessary, and save Leia.

The ship suddenly jerked, as if it had fallen into a small pit. At the moment of a sharp jolt of the whole ship, a tiny sensor monitoring vital signs jumped off the Jedi's neck and fell to the floor. Fortunately, the guards finally noticed him.  When the stormtrooper entered the cell, Ferus still did not move, he did not react to either slaps or kicks. After making sure that the prisoner had a weak pulse, the stormtrooper was only going to return the sensor to its place and leave until new orders were received about the prisoner.

A small sensor, like a button, lay on the floor near the Jedi's feet. The stormtrooper bent down to pick up the sensor, but the tiny device slipped between his clumsy fingers. He took the heavy blaster aside and squatted down. A strange detail caught his attention. The glowing wire that connected the prisoner's ankles had been torn from its fastener. The Stormtrooper hadn't even had time to feel uneasy about it yet. He realized too late that he was a victim of the prisoner's treachery. The glowing wire abruptly wrapped around the guard's neck and began to strangle him. The helmet flew off to the side. The stormtrooper lost his balance and collapsed on the prisoner, who grabbed him in a clamp like a claw. He tried to free himself, but the prisoner turned out to be too agile and incredibly flexible. The stormtrooper struggled with the prisoner, he grabbed the wire with both hands, trying not to let himself be strangled, but that was the prisoner's intention. Ferus took advantage of the moment and kicked his opponent in the head, knocking him unconscious.

The stormtrooper's body went limp and fell to the floor. Ferus used the Force to quickly pull out the combination key and open the lock that held his hands and freed himself from the bonds as quickly as possible. At the moment when the guard's partner entered the cell, Olin forcefully pulled the enemy forward, and grabbed him in a chokehold with his hands, not even allowing him to scream.

**

The Star Destroyer slipped out of hyperspace, near Coruscant, but instead of approaching the planet, the ship slowed down.

Darth Vader felt the approach of his Master. Although it was unexpected, he still remained cool and balanced like never before.

"Who allowed you to stop here and turn off the engines?" Vader said rudely to the captain, who was nervously pacing past the control panel.

The captain stopped. He stood straight in front of Vader.

"The order was to come to these coordinates and stop here, awaiting further orders."

"Whose orders are you waiting for, Captain? I am the commander of this ship."

"This is… The Emperor's direct order was received. I couldn't ignore him. "

"And you decided not to even tell me about it?"  Vader asked. He was looking out the wide-paneled porthole at Palpatine's fleet.

The captain was too young, he hesitated under the harsh pressure of Vader and did not find the answer.

"I won't need you anymore, Captain. Call your deputy and hand over the command."

"Are you trying to remove me from command? Because of such a small thing?" he exclaimed with perplexity and indignation.

His question remained unanswered, Vader had already descended a couple of steps and was rapidly moving towards the elevator, his dark cloak flapping widely behind him.

"But you don't have such authority! Just not on this mission, until we deliver the important ‘cargo’ to the Emperor."

The captain's raised, slightly shrill voice made Vader stop. Frankly speaking, he didn't care about all these insignificant careerists, but still...

"And the Emperor would never approve of it." The young captain added. He was scared when he realized that he had attracted too much of Vader's attention.

"How can a nobody like you know what exactly the Emperor will approve?"

"I... I'm just someone who does an excellent job." The Captain was able to pull himself together and regained his composure.

"Really?" Vader returned to the bridge.

And then his suspicions turned into complete certainty. He touched the Force and the Dark Side allowed him to see through a heart that was greedy and corrupt.

"You were spying on me and reporting me to the Emperor, weren't you?" Vader didn't ask, he claimed. "There are no other reasons why you were appointed to such a high post, because you are still incompetent, just as you were on the day you got this position."

Fear crept into the Imperial imperceptibly, but swiftly.

"It's not true! I'm...I'm good enough, and I've earned my place..." he saw that his weak attempts to justify himself could not soften Vader and he decided to give in, hoping that it was not too late. "Well, I'm handing over command, since you require it. But no matter what you think of me personally, you must understand that the Emperor considers me a particularly valuable subordinate."

The captain took the code cylinder out of his breast pocket to hand it to his deputy.

"There is one aspect that you did not take into account when you joined this spy game. The Emperor will not grieve over your corpse, because you have always been just an expendable item for him, as you have now become for me."

The code cylinder touched the palm of the first deputy, and the ex-captain clutched his throat. He was suffocating and couldn't even scream. The man fell to the floor, looking at his commander with horror and hatred.

Vader strangled him, trying to make his last moments especially painful.

"I hope you won't let me down like your predecessor," Vader told the new captain.

Killing the rotten informer gave him satisfaction. Vader stepped over the corpse as the Emperor's shuttle landed in the Devastator’s main hangar.

When the droids placed the dead body on the corpse truck, Vader had already gone to get Leia. It was time for both of them to meet Darth Sidious.

**

As soon as Ferus got out of the cell, he immediately rushed to find his daughter. The scariest thing was that he did not feel her presence, and he was struck by the terrible assumption that Leia had stayed on the Vjun. She really wasn't in the neighboring cells.

"Damn it!" Olin cursed.

The Jedi checked all the prison cells, but they were all empty. Vader did not keep prisoners on his ship, he got rid of any prisoners very quickly. Olin jumped out of the prison block and hurried forward, trying to hide and go around the corridors. The Jedi understood that very soon it would be discovered that the prisoner had escaped and then they would rush to find him. And he tried to move faster, but unnoticeably.

"Leia!" he called her through their connection, but there was no answer.

Ferus was immersed in the Force, but he felt only darkness around him, not Leia. Fear for Leia made his heart ache. And he was afraid that he would waste his time here, and would not take a step closer to his daughter.

He didn't know what to do, look for her here, or try to escape from the ship. Doubts tore at him, but he decided that he would not leave until he found his daughter or made sure that she was not here.

"Leia, I'm coming for you," Ferus repeated to himself, and thoughts of his daughter gave him courage. He began to search for her in the Force again, and moved forward along the corridor. He took another step and froze in horror.

"No! Anything but that!" Ferus felt this eerie presence of Darkness. It was the epitome of Ancient Evil, made of flesh and blood. Panic seized him.

In the confusion, the Jedi tried to disguise himself in the Force. Olin didn't even know if he had succeeded, or if the omnipresent Darkness could reach him at any point.

 "Leia, please!" he shouted again over the mental link and ran forward like a madman, hoping it wasn't too late.

**

Finding himself in the same elevator with Leia, Vader felt doubts. He knew that it was too late to hesitate when a decision had already been made. But it was still difficult for him to act in this way. He reminded himself that none of his doubts were worth a single credit right now.

He felt a momentary weakness, because it was hard for him to destroy this small family, such strong bonds of father and adopted daughter. But he had done this many times before, when he was condemning someone to death. What's the matter now?

If he fails, then it doesn't matter if Leia is still alive, because he himself will be gone. And after that, even if the whole galaxy ceases to exist, it won't matter anymore.

"We will meet with the Emperor soon."  He told Leia, "He's the most powerful Sith in the galaxy."

Leia didn't say anything. The little girl stared at the closed elevator doors in front of her.

"You have to be reasonable and cool-headed when talking to him."  Vader continued.

Leia remained emotionlessly silent, not showing in any way that she was interested in what she had just been informed about.

"I guess I don't even need to add 'otherwise Ferus will get hurt'? "

Leia finally turned her head in his direction and looked up. It was not a childish look for such a young face.

"I get it." She replied dryly. She stared at the elevator doors again. 

Vader knew he was lying to her. After meeting Palpatine, Ferus will suffer in any case. He easily suppressed the unpleasant feeling of this deception. It was nothing compared to the fact that he was seriously going to risk her life.

They got out of the elevator and walked to the main hangar. The Emperor, surrounded by the scarlet guards, was already waiting for them.

Vader stopped a few steps away from Palpatine and knelt. Leia remained standing to the side of the kneeling cyborg in armor and looked up.

In front of her stood a tall man in expensive dark scarlet robes. A large hood covered his head and forehead. This man seemed old and scary to her, and the irises of his eyes were an unnatural acid yellow color. Those frightening eyes stared at her, not allowing her to look away.

And she felt creepy. It seemed to her that the Ancient, Primordial Evil was looking at her.

"So, Darth Vader," the Emperor announced solemnly. His voice was nasty, hoarse, like a dead man rising from the grave, but also resonant and with clear diction, "you finally brought this child to me."

"Yes, my Master." Vader confirmed without getting up from his knee, and without raising his head.

"Good," Palpatine said with satisfaction. His face broke into a smile. He looked at Leia for a while, as if he expected something specific from her. But suddenly, his smile abruptly disappeared, and signs of puzzlement appeared on his face.

"But I don't feel any connection to the Force in her."  The Emperor said indignantly.

"That's right, Master. Her connection to the Force had faded. " Vader confirmed.

The Sith's lips tightened in annoyance, and he plunged into the Force, trying to recognize the deception. After that, Palpatine turned his attention to Vader.

"As you already know, Master, she is indeed the daughter of the Chosen One. But she doesn't have the same abilities." Vader explained.

The Emperor did not feel the lie again. He stared at Leia intently.

"Who are you, child?" The Emperor asked her.

Leia became even scarier. But she knew that she had to be brave like her dad, even if she was going to die soon.

"My name is Leia Organa Olin. "

Darth Sidious stared at her. The force was calm, and there was nothing about this child that could be useful to him. The daughter of the Chosen One had no connection with the Force. What an abomination!

"How did this happen?" Palpatine demanded of Vader. "She couldn't have been born with such disgusting flaw!"

"Yes. But her potential at birth was too ordinary to manifest itself in her. Before I arrested Bail Organa, he gave this child to Ferus Olin, who had been living secretly in the basement of the palace for a year. Olin adopted her and ran away from Alderaan, taking her with him. They had wandered through different worlds for a long time in search of refuge, but all this time the Jedi had not been engaged in the development of her abilities. Perhaps he immediately realized that her abilities were quite mediocre and convinced her that the potential for Force was not important. And over time, her connection to the Force thinned until it left her completely. I think it happened because she didn't want to be a Force-user herself. "

There was silence all around, broken only by Vader's breathing. There was still a sense of calm in the Force. Only Vader could feel his heart beating too loudly.

"That's disgusting." Darth Sidious finally said with undisguised dislike, "Tell me, child, is this true?"

Such a conversation made Leia feel so tiny and insignificant.

"Yes. " She replied.

Now Palpatine looked at her like she was trash and chuckled. He became openly disappointed.

"Now everything is clear." Palpatine summed it up. "So that's why you brought her to me so easily. This child has no Force. It's a pitiful sight."

Leia flinched at these words. The Emperor was discussing her as if she were a defective item put up for inspection on the market.

The Emperor leaned towards her, so that his frightening face became even closer.

"Tell me, child, do you know that your foster father Ferus Olin was once a Jedi?"

"Yes." Leia replied again. She didn't understand very well who the Jedi were, but she'd learned perfectly well that the Sith was synonymous with insidious Evil. 

"So tell me, how could he bear the fact that his child has such a negligible potential for Force sensitivity?"

"I...I don't know. I think it doesn't matters to my dad."

"Doesn't matter? Do you even realize that your father spent many years roaming the galaxy to hide and grow such a defective and useless thing like you?" The Emperor asked rudely. Leia couldn't feel the Darkness gathering around them, but she could see from the Emperor's distorted face that his irritation was growing.

And these words of the Emperor stung her painfully, but she looked boldly at the Sith.

"My dad doesn't think I'm defective! He loves me for nothing… "

Palpatine looked at her with open disgust.

"Stupid kid. No matter what your precious father thinks of you, if you don't have Force, you're absolutely useless. Unlike him…"  Darth Sidious's wrinkled face broke into a smile at the last words. And in that hideous mockery, Leia read the fate in store for her.

Palpatine immediately lost all interest in her, he turned to Vader and gave a short order.

"Execute her!"

Leia froze. She realized that the black-armored monster was about to get rid of her. And then the two of them would start torturing her poor dad. She heard Vader's voice and squeezed her eyes shut at the words.

He himself established the strictest discipline and strict observance of regulations on the ship. Unfortunately, it was working against him now. He couldn't have personally dragged the Jedi's body unnoticed past all the surveillance systems. But he knew exactly and in detail how the tracking systems on his Destroyer were located, so he quickly came up with a way to trick this system.

The freezer of the Devastator morgue had long been overflowing with dead bodies, so Vader ordered his subordinates to pull all the corpses out of the freezer, spread them out on the floor of the hangar and begin the process of collecting biometric data for identification.

All the dead bodies of the rebels had to be passed through the identification procedure before being destroyed. This allowed the Imperial Security Bureauto create a database of intelligent beings who were close relatives or friends of the killed rebels. Previously, Darth Vader considered these processes a waste of time and resources, but later he was able to admit that the formed databases justified their existence. Thanks to this data, the Empire became able to calculate potential enemies in advance.

Vader silently watched as the sorting and identification of the bodies took place. As soon as a dead body was identified, it was taken to a general recycling facility. At the same time, humans and droids were busy sorting and distributing the supplies delivered.

Canisters and boxes of medicines were placed next to the place where Vader's TIE was located, forming a barrier wall. Thus, a blind spot space for surveillance systems has been formed here. Vader used the Force to pull a black bag out of the TIE and, dragging it across the floor, added its edge to the line of the dead lying on the floor. The moment Ferus's packed body lay down in one of several rows of corpses, Vader had a strange feeling. He is one of the most powerful beings in the galaxy, and at the same time he is now smuggling his bitch in a bag for sexual pleasure onto his own ship. This made him chuckle. He felt so exciting only in his youth, when he managed to fool his young and inexperienced master for some little thing. But his youth is long gone. Sadness and pain came to Vader suddenly. They quickly turned to anger at their former Master.

He hated Kenobi so much! Kenobi cut off his limbs and left him to burn alive! He turned him into a crippled cyborg!

Unexpectedly for himself, the Sith did something that he had not done once in the last nine years. Vader reached through the mental channel of his previous connection and turned to the former master.

"Look at what I've become now, Obi-Wan! I rule the galaxy. I control the Force and it serves me."

He knew that in response he would run into emptiness. He knew, but the bitterness of the emptiness at the end of the connection still covered him.

"In mockery of the Order and you, I made my slut of the most exemplary Padawan."

But the Force remained as serene and silent as ever. Wherever Kenobi was now, it was as if he didn't exist at all. Could the old man have died over the years? And why did this thought create not rage inside him, but a void devouring him from within?

"I hate you, Obi-Wan!" He shouted through the mental channel of his former connection. "You are a disgusting Master! You're nothing as a human being! You..." he shouted insults and accused him for a long time, but there was no response. The silence was crushing and splitting him apart. It was unbearable. And the Sith forced himself to immerse himself in his work. Several hundred more corpses had to be disposed of before all this unfrozen cargo started to stink badly.

"My Lord Vader, the compliance check is complete. All medicines have been received in exact quantities", one of the senior officers responsible for receiving the next batch of medicines that were delivered to the Destroyer every month specifically for the Sith reported to him.

Vader looked at him. He felt that the employee was afraid of him, as were many other subordinates. Behind him, the Sith with masterly dexterity tossed a black bag inside one of the medicine crates. The lid of the box slid down smoothly and soundlessly. That's it, it's done.

"Bring this to my quarters as usual." Vader ordered.

The Sith looked at the datapad screen, and he didn't like something very much.

"By order of the Emperor, new medical equipment should have already been delivered. Why is it not on the list? "

"I... I don't know anything about it, My Lord. We do not have any data on such a delivery…"  The officer was sweating.

"So find out it." Vader ordered. He felt a sharp irritation that the emperor had decided to delay the delivery of his new medical station. This was the thing he needed so badly right now. The Sith was well aware that this delay was just a continuation of the punishment.

Gradually, all the distributed cargo was sent to the necessary compartments and the last work was completed. Darth Vader did not want any unpleasant surprises, and therefore he did not let go of control of the situation until the carrier droids brought all the things to his chambers.

When he finally found himself alone in his apartment, surrounded by a pile of boxes of medicines and cans of bacta, he dumped the Jedi's body out of the bag, and injected him with a dose of stimulant that was supposed to make his body fully function and bring him back to consciousness. But as soon as he woke up, the Jedi could not control his body, he could not even stand on his feet.

"Weakling", Vader thought contemptuously. Such a dose of stimulant brought him back to working condition after much more severe injuries. He wasn't going to send the Jedi to the medical droids, otherwise he would have had to mess with erasing their memories. Without giving him time to recover, Vader roughly grabbed him by the collar and dragged him across the floor to the place where the secret cell was located. He removed the wall panel and opened a small hole located at the bottom of the wall, which was more suitable for the passage of a pet rather than a human.

"I'll visit you later, bitch," Vader promised with a nasty grin, shoving the Jedi into a cramped cell.

He pushed a bag with a needle and an intravenous feeding wire into the cell with his foot, and blocked the passage to cut off the prisoner from the outside world.

**

Once in the cell, Olin felt as if he had been walled up in the walls. The ceiling was so low that he couldn't even stand up to his full height. Ferus settled down on the floor. He couldn't let go of restless thoughts about Leia. He didn't want to think about the horror the little girl went through when she saw Vader packing him in a bag.

He was afraid for her. Anything could happen while Leia was there alone. Vader, of course, considered his fortress impregnable. But the Sith had an overblown ego about everything. And what if the fortress is attacked, precisely at the moment of the owner's absence? Ferus had no idea how long this shitty assignment of Vader's would take, and that ignorance tormented him.

The main thing is not to die here. But his condition left much to be desired.

Exhausted by anxious thoughts, the Jedi fell into a dream filled with a kaleidoscope of nightmares. He dreamed of the Bast Castle, which was washed away by acid rains. He realized with horror that the ruins of the fortress had buried his daughter under the slabs. Ferus rushed forward, but saw only a grinning cyborg in front of him. At some point, his dream changed, and instead of Vader, the Jedi saw his former home, Bellassa. He lived there a long time ago, before he came to Alderaan. His dream was full of gloomy anxiety, but he did not know why. The streets of his hometown looked calm, quiet, but completely deserted. Ferus felt that something terrible and irreparable had happened here. How could it be otherwise? After all, the Sith have always acted meanly and cruelly. Whatever crime Vader had committed, it was just his normal, day-to-day job while he served Palpatine. Suddenly, the Emperor appeared in front of Ferus, smiling insanely. This ugly wrinkled old man stretched out his arms to strike him with lightning bolts.

Olin was abruptly awakened by the sound of the passage opening into the cell. Vader certainly didn't care about the Jedi's moral anguish or his physical discomfort.

The Sith was ready to act harshly if the prisoner tried to resist. But the prisoner was in a state where he didn't quite understand where he was, what time of day it was, and wasn't everything happening a dream? Due to the prolonged lack of medical care, the Jedi's brain was working very slowly. He looked blank and sick.

Ferus saw that Vader was crawling into his cell like a predatory alligator into a cage for prey. It seemed that the vile ghost of the Dark Side was spreading far ahead of its master.

"I'm going to fuck you," Vader told him this fact. Ferus blinked uncomprehendingly. Vader enjoyed watching the stupid confusion flash across the Jedi's face. What was the fool waiting for? That he climbs into this kennel to read romantic poems aloud to him?

Vader's foot slipped and he landed on his stomach. He swore. Olin didn't know the expletive, but he recognized one of the dialects of the Hutt language. So Vader spent his youth in Hutt Space? Was that where Palpatine raised his apprentices in secret? And in the end, Vader turned out to be the most capable student and just killed all the competitors in some monstrously cruel test, but he himself suffered terrible injuries? It seemed like the truth. At least Vader had the manners and characteristic brutality of a savage bandit on the edge of the galaxy, and Hutt space had been a stronghold for all sorts of assorted scum for decades.

But Vader's Force was really incredibly huge. Ferus's potential for Force sensitivity was only negligible compared to the Sith.

He was distracted from such thoughts by Vader, who grabbed the prisoner by the ankle with a Force's tentacle and dragged him across the floor by Force, pulling him to himself.

Vader took off only the part of his armor that covered his groin area.

"You've missed me already, haven't you, slag?" Vader whispered in his ear as he swung his leg over the prisoner's body and leaned on top of him.

Vader stank abominably of a mixture of sweat, burnt electronics and metal, medicinal mixtures and rotting flesh. And the Jedi felts this blend of stench especially vividly in such a cramped, stuffy cell.

The Sith puffed over him with pleasure, like a lustful animal, while he pounded his dick into him.

After the rape, Vader carefully wiped jedi's blood and his own sperm from his dick with prisoner's pants. Now this nerd would have to dress in a soiled rag, or stay lying here with his bare ass, and for some reason Vader had no doubt that this buttfucked bitch would choose.

"Here you go," Vader grinned and threw a wad of soiled pants at the prisoner. "it's a great rag, especially for an arrogant son of a bitch like you."

Vader didn't say anything else to him. He crawled away on all fours, crawling through the entrance hole in the wall. The Sith grunted disgustingly and breathed loudly like a snoring Hutt while he restored his breathing, which had become more frequent during sex.

"Stinking brute", Ferus thought, looking at Vader's ass crawling on the floor. He wanted to kick Vader in the ass. Despite all the damage and the presence of heavy armor, the Sith deftly crawled out of the chamber and blocked the passage.

Ferus closed his eyes, trying to distract himself with different thoughts from the pain, discomfort and his own shame that Vader had once again raped him.

Counting the past time was difficult, the Jedi had no idea when it was night and day. Sometimes he couldn't tell if he fell asleep for hours or just fell into unconsciousness for a few minutes.

Strangely enough, Vader did not come back. Ferus immersed himself in the Force, but did not feel the Sith's presence nearby, and did not hear any sounds behind the wall. There was tension in the Force. The Jedi did not know what exactly the Sith was doing, but wherever Vader was now, he was undoubtedly doing evil. Something really terrible was happening. Something compared to which rapes were just child's play. And again he couldn't do anything. Neither to prevent Vader's actions, nor just to help himself. Nothing.

**

There was complete chaos on Bellassa and it required Vader's direct intervention.

When the Sith appeared on the surface of the planet, he felt a surge of strength and immediately set to work zealously. The Bellassians were unwilling to acknowledge the emperor's authority and serve him. The workers did not want to work in the Imperial factories and maintain the headquarters. Such a cohesiveness of beings disloyal to the emperor could become dangerous. They really believed that the Empire would leave their planet if they resisted hard enough.

Vader personally eliminated the dissenters. But it was ineffective. The rebels hid well and often made sorties, after which they deftly hid in shelters. Every Bellassian considered it his duty to help anyone who fought against the Empire.

For a moment, Vader found it tedious, but the Bellassians still acted smoothly and defiantly. There were constant armed clashes in the city with stormtroopers patrolling the streets.

Vader understood that as soon as his fleet left the planet, the rebels would immediately come out of their shelters and start interfering with the work of the imperial factories again. However, they didn't hesitate to harm right under his nose. It was necessary to somehow suppress their will and discourage them from fighting for a long time.

Mass arrest of the rebels could have solved the issue, but Vader had a slightly different solution. Fortunately, he had a large enough army to stage massive raids all over the city. But the rebels were not the target of the capture. Vader ordered all the children from the streets of the city to be taken hostage. Stormtroopers broke into residential buildings to forcibly take children and hold them at the central headquarters until the local rebels surrendered and the workers stopped rioting and went to work in factories.

After these demands were made, the situation changed dramatically in just a few days. Because of the captured children, the Bellassians plunged into terrible fear and lost their fortitude. The Empire demanded that impeccable order be established in the city, and the local rebel leaders stopped armed uprisings and bowed to the imperial authority. And the Bellassians, broken by intense expectation, finally laid down their arms. Local workers began to go out to work in factories. They were ready to obey the Emperor if their children were returned to them. The Sith was surprised that it was possible to turn the situation in favor of the Empire so quickly.

And feeling the moral defeat of the townspeople, Vader ordered the release of the little hostages. Not out of mercy, but simply because he saw no point in holding them any longer.

The children returned to their families and after that the Bellassians completely surrendered and submitted to the empire. The workers ended the riots and went to work in the Imperial Factories. Civilians began servicing the imperial headquarters. The Bellassians were happy that their children had returned home alive, but for this they had to bow before the Emperor.

The Empire gained an easy victory and Vader's fleet departed.

The Devastator was flying in hyperspace when Vader received a call from Palpatine.

"You pleasantly surprised me, Darth Vader," Sidious's wrinkled snout stretched into a wide smile. "Strategic calculation has never been your advantage before. But I have to admit that this time, your idea of the weakness of the Bellassians was absolutely correct. A simple order to capture the children led us to complete victory in just a few days. And I already expected that they would fight to the point of complete extermination, but you were able to subdue them so easily! They really believed that we would bring their children back alive. It was very pleasant to break the will of the population of an entire city, wasn't it, my friend? "

"Yes, my Master."

"Everything that followed was tough, but very effective. Let our enemies be in constant fear of us."

"I am glad to serve you, Master. "

Satisfied with his apprentice, Sidious cut the connection.

Vader remained standing on the Destroyer's command bridge. For a while, the Sith stared at the bright blue stripes of hyperspace. He requested a report on the Bellassa case, and after reviewing the data, he called a senior officer to him.

"It says here that each captured 'unit' was injected on the final day of captivity for 'delayed death.'" Vader pointed to the datapad.

"Yes, sir. All the children of the rebels will die."

"I didn't ask you about their fate. I'm interested in who gave the order to act this way behind my back?" He demanded.

"Emperor Palpatine has given the order, My Lord."

"You are dismissed."

Darth Vader understood everything. Sidious did not cancel his order, he only refined this order, brought it to perfection, teaching a lesson to both the rebellious planet and his apprentice.

And with this order, Palpatine destroyed most of the younger generation of the capital of Bellassa.

Vader remembered the Master's recent words. From abstract reasoning, it so masterfully materialized into reality.

"When commanding everything, you must know how to maintain your power. Sometimes it is better to punish slaves for disobedience one more time, even when the slaves' will has already been broken and they agree to obey. Deferred punishment for insubordination, like an unexpected blow, is a wonderful way to cultivate obedience in them."

Vader closed the report summary on his datapad. This means that the captured children returned home in the morning to their parents, who were waiting for them so much that for this they rejected their principles and obeyed the will of the emperor, but by evening the counting of sudden deaths of children will begin. And so it will be until every single one of them dies.

Vader wasn't worried about the fate of the Bellassian children. He was glad that the task was completed so quickly, and he was already moving towards the Vjun.

He thought of the Bellassian who was currently imprisoned in his apartment. Did he want to make Ferus experience the same thing that the parents of the Bellassian children would experience?

"My Master, my body is not responding well. I need three days to undergo a set of medical procedures,” Vader said.

Palpatine pursed his lips in annoyance.

“Just one day and fly out immediately,” Sith hissed and cut the connection.

Palpatine was angry that his apprentice did not have the initiative characteristic of him, but it did not matter to Vader — the reckoning would be later, and now he could forget about the exhausting service for a while and be alone with himself. The Sith had a choice of how to spend this day – to start Leia's training or to undergo a course of medical procedures himself. And he chose the procedures without hesitation.

Vader felt that he was deceiving himself in some ways, but he couldn't figure out what. He had long buried Anakin Skywalker inside himself, but sometimes he was visited by unpleasant thoughts that neither Skywalker nor Darth Vader had ever lived their lives. Their lives have always been subordinated to something or someone else. 

Darth Vader hated the Jedi, but at the same time he hated his service to Palpatine. He traveled from one planet to another, suppressing riots, strengthening the power of the Empire, but for every defeated people, there was always another who took up weapons. The riots seemed to be rising in an endless stream of armed uprisings. Vader even had a tempting thought about the sudden death of the Emperor, but he understood very well that he alone would not be able to hold such power in his hands.

Vader wondered if he was really irreplaceable and unique, was he the chosen one of the Force?

He didn't know how many more years it would take him to crush all the rebellions and slaughter all the remaining Jedi, but every year Palpatine took over more and more power, and Vader began to doubt his own need, by the time the entire galaxy was completely deposed at Palpatine's feet.

All his thoughts boiled down to the fact that he had always been just an expendable item in the hands of the great puppeteer. And he sometimes felt trapped by himself, from which he saw no way out.

The regular rapes he committed on the old enemy became his outlet, he needed it like a drug. His body had demanded sexual pleasure for all the years he'd missed, and Vader wasn't going to deny himself that.

Thus, although Olin annoyed him, the Sith still found him useful. Vader's anxious thoughts receded as he forcibly took over the Jedi's body and enjoyed his own undivided power. He was especially acutely aware of his superiority while Ferus was trying to break free, struggling on the floor under him and howling in pain. And Vader felt pleasure, always vivid and incredible. And he couldn't get enough of it.

After the rape, he absorbed the hot, undisguised emotions of the man lying on the floor and sobbing. It was amazing how morally crushed and miserable Ferus became after their forced intercourse. And all this gave Vader satisfaction, his pain, his humiliation, his tears and his great shame. As if the Jedi had nothing else to worry about, just his shamefully fucked, naked, bleeding ass. 

"The shy bitch," the Sith thought with contempt.

He left this fucked-up shy bitch in the care of medical droids and went on the mission. This task turned out to be incredibly boring and long. The worst part was that the planet resembled Tatooine in its climate and landscape. The endless hot desert around the dome that protected the city from the fierce heat was getting on his nerves. He felt like a pickled vegetable in a jar, even though he knew that his armor's thermoregulation systems were perfectly fine-tuned.

When the election of the new ruler of the planet was completed, Vader very effectively and brutally crushed an attempt at rebellion by the opposition, and ordered his subordinates to immediately get out of this disgusting, arid planet. On the way to the Vjun, he reported to the Master that the task was completed, but Sidious ordered him to immediately turn to the capital. Vader knew exactly why. The emperor's personal audience with lightning strikes as a treat is the usual punishment for any disobedience.

He was carried out of the throne room of Sidious on a stretcher because he lost consciousness from the pain. The lightning strikes even damaged his armor. When Vader was taken to the Destroyer, he locked himself in his cabin and did not leave it until the end of the flight.

Wounded, angry, with damaged armor, Darth Vader hardly moved through the rooms of his fortress, and sent mental curses to Palpatine.

The maintenance droids loaded him into a bacta tank and he did not get out for a day. After that, he began to fully repair his armor, but on the same day he received a call from Palpatine demanding that he go on a new mission.

"What's the matter? Do you need long-term treatment and procedures again?" The Master asked.

Such the condescendingly mocking tone made Vader feel even more furious.

"Preferably," Vader replied calmly.

Palpatine's eyes flashed angrily.

“You can perform your medical procedures right on the Devastator. So you won't have to come back to the Vjun so often.”

"Yes, Master. But then I need a complete refurbishment of my personal quarters on the Devastator. The Bacta tank is not enough. I need to build an isolated capsule, and supply it with all the necessary medical equipment, as well…

"Do what you want in your apartment, I don't care," Sidious barked and cut the connection.

Vader smiled at his small victory. Sometimes the fact of his terrible disability could be used as a means of manipulation.

The Sith did not tolerate delay, so he immediately broadcast orders to the Destroyer to prepare for the conversion of his apartments. He only regretted that he couldn't carry Ferus in his pocket like a purebred animal.

But could anyone have prevented him from doing so? No one in the galaxy knew about the captured Jedi, not even Palpatine. Vader went to the next deception of his Master not only easily, but also with pleasure. Olin will be more useful if he is locked in a small cell on a Star Destroyer. And Vader quickly figured out how to do it.

Ferus felt that Vader had returned from his last mission not only embittered, but also wounded. He believed that the Sith had received his wounds and damage to the suit during the battle. Hoping that the Imperial army lost the battle to the rebels would be too positive, but if they suffered such serious losses, it was undoubtedly a good start.

Isolated from the outside world, the Jedi was deprived of the opportunity to observe the political situation in the galaxy, but even in the last year of his wanderings, he noticed a sharp dissatisfaction with Palpatine's policies to the point that many peaceful peoples began to take up arms to fight for their freedom. He wished the rebels luck in his mind, hoping that one day many worlds would unite to fight the Empire.

During his captivity, the Jedi managed to sufficiently study the bestial nature of his captor. Ferus knew that Vader would take it out on him for any of his failures or just because of his rotten mood. That's how it happened this time. At the moment when Vader appeared in the cell, Ferus was meditating, he was looking for a way to protect Leia from the rotten influence of darkness. Leia often had tantrums and cried almost every day for no reason.

Ferus's attempts to contact the Force probably displeased his jailer very much.

“Get undressed, whore,” Vader kicked the Jedi with his heavy metal prosthesis. 

“I won't.”

“Great, then I'll do it myself. ” Vader hurled the Jedi to the floor with a torrent of Force

Ferus saw his sadistic pleasure. Vader, as always, was generous with insults and blows, but this time he also mocked the prisoner and the philosophy of the Jedi.

"And where is your entire Order now?" Sith hissed as he tore off his clothes. Vader leaned on top of him and pinned his superheavy prosthetic body to the floor.

"What will your Jedi Code tell you about this? " Vader asked mockingly as he shoved his dick into the ass of the resisting prisoner.

“«There is no emotion, there is peace», right? Or maybe my dick isn't in your dumb ass right now? Or is there, right?” the Sith just laughed at his helplessness and continued to fuck him roughly.

During intercourse, the Sith made vile sounds resembling something between the roar of a predator, the grunting of a fat Hutt and the creaking of an old droid. Ferus didn't respond to the rapist anymore, so as not to anger this scum even more. But he couldn't hold back the tears because of the pain. The only good thing about this situation was that while Vader was dealing with him, he wasn't paying attention to Leia.

Olin spent the next night in the medical unit. While the droids were treating him, he dreamed that the bastard who was raping him would leave as soon as possible. Palpatine often gave Vader lengthy assignments, but this time Vader unpleasantly surprised him when he informed him the next morning that they were flying together.

“For what?” There was concern in the Jedi's voice, he felt fear for Leia. Did the baby have to stay alone for a few weeks?

Vader didn't know if Olin was pretending to be an idiot or if it was a natural emotion, but he liked the confusion on his face.

“You're asking for what?” Vader asked mockingly, "Of course, so that I can use you for your intended purpose. And for that, I will smuggle you onto the Destroyer secretly, and no one will even know about your existence. You will live in a cramped cell like an animal.

Ferus froze, his face becoming like a mask.

“Why are you so surprised, Olin?” Vader continued to mock him, "What other use can you be? You're a half-educated Padawan, not a Jedi Master. You are a disgusting warrior. You're a lousy babysitter for a kid. But maybe you'll make a capable slut? So I will take you with me to use you to the fullest, that is, daily for my satisfaction.”

Everything inside Ferus snapped. His escape plan in Vader's absence had just been ruined.

“What about Leia?” Olin asked .

It stung Vader uncomfortably that the Jedi was worried about Leia.

“She'll be waiting for us here. And she's going to have to become very obedient for me to want to bring you back here alive. The same goes for you.”

"And what did she do to deserve it?"  Ferus asked indignantly.

Vader saw the Jedi's growing anger and it poured out in response. He didn't like that he was so worried about the baby.

“You annoy me,” Vader slapped him across the face, "Before you try to raise your voice at me again, you mud, remember that punishment will come.”

Ferus fell from the second blow to the stomach.

“Say goodbye to her before I change my mind.” Vader waved his hand, triggering the command to open the door mechanism.

Leia was standing in the open doorway. She rushed to Dad as soon as she saw him.

Through the pain in his head, the Jedi could feel his growing anger. He realized that Vader had already informed Leia about everything. Ferus should have told her such unpleasant news himself to mitigate this traumatic event, but Vader was damn elated at any manifestation of his stinking power, he couldn't help but make this moment painful for both of them. The Sith had easily doomed Leia to the frightening ordeal of being forced to leave her parent, and Ferus hated him for it.

Ferus sat down on the floor in front of Leia. And the girl looked at him in fascination. His gaze was so soothing. At such moments, Leia was not afraid. She believed him. He's her dad no matter what.

Suddenly Ferus's eyes widened sharply, his face froze in horror, he felt only a sharp pain and numbness in his back. It was Vader who slammed a syringe with a temporarily heart-stopping drug under his shoulder blade.

Ferus's body instantly became sluggish, he couldn't even scream. Instead of hugging Leia goodbye, he fell face down on the floor. Vader managed to catch him before hitting the floor and casually smoothed out some long black package.

Leia blinked in disbelief, screamed wildly and rushed to Ferus.

Vader restrained her by Force, he ordered two security droids to grab her.

The Sith stuffed the unconscious Jedi into a thick black bag. Such bags were used on imperial ships to pack rebel corpses.

And the girl looked at it with horror and unsuccessfully tried to escape from the hands of the droids.

“Did you remember your assignment well?” Vader demanded.

Leia couldn't speak, she nodded quickly. 

“If you fail and let me down, instead of “Daddy Feri” I will bring you a small box with soot. You're old enough to understand what this soot is going to be made of, aren't you, girl?”

Leia was choking on tears, she nodded, and promised to do everything, and begged to bring her dear daddy back.

The Jedi no longer knew if he was dreaming or if he was seeing Bast Castle in his head, because his child was being held captive there and he was constantly thinking about this place.  But he came to himself already in a familiar cell on the Bast, awakened by the squeak of medical devices.

The power was with him, brighter than before. Ferus could feel Leia's presence, she was not far away. This made him get out of bed.

He was finally able to wash off the disgusting stench that had grown into his skin during the few weeks he had been a prisoner on the Destroyer. He thought about his child. The Jedi fully felt the feeling of oppression and fear, and it intensified when it occurred to him that Vader would not let him see Leia.

The doors opened and Darth Vader entered the medical room. Without warning, the Sith threw the prisoner a lightsaber. Ferus caught it only by reflex, and Vader immediately activated his lightsaber. The battle began. It was difficult for the Jedi to fight, his reflexes were inhibited, any sudden movement hurt him, and his coordination left much to be desired. He deflected several of Vader's attacks, and even made a couple of lunges in response, but he realized that the Sith was only playing with him. Vader didn't even put his whole body in a defensive stance. He deftly blocked Ferus's strikes with his lightsaber, moving only his hand, so lightly and casually, as if Ferus's attacks were ridiculous.  Vader left his body open to attack, as if he was sure that the Jedi would not even be able to touch him with a lightsaber in any case. And Olin soon realized that it was justified. The Jedi was amazed by the skill of the Sith, he had never met such a skilled opponent in his life.

This duel ended very quickly. Ferus ended up on the floor defeated, and his lightsaber flew into Vader's palm, deactivated in flight.

“It was so predictable.” Vader said, summing up this short battle, “The Dark Side of the Force is superior to the Jedi in everything. None of you can fight or hold a punch. You don't understand anything about the mastery of Force. And you're exactly the same, you pathetic nonentity.”

“I'm not impressed by your bragging rights.” Ferus looked up at Vader with a look full of dislike. He got to his feet carefully and slowly. Yes, it was easy for Vader to talk about the superiority of the Dark Side, especially when you meanly stab in the back, “You can show off your skills in front of a bunch of imperial hangers-on and other bastards who joined the Empire to snatch a piece of the wealth captured by the Emperor. And maybe they worship you as a deity just to strengthen their position. But you're really ignorant. You're slandering the Jedi because you don't know anything about the Jedi or the Order at all. And you, as well as your Master, do not know the true nature of the Force.”

“I know everything about the Jedi!” A wave of anger was rising in Darth Vader, “I know all about your filthy Jedi Order! And you, like any Jedi, are just an arrogant son of a bitch...”

Even the possibility of such an argument seemed extremely ridiculous, but it was happening. Was this fool really going to argue with him under such circumstances?

“It is very arrogant of someone who accuses me of arrogance to claim that you know everything about the Jedi. You're a Sith. What does someone like you know about the Jedi way? About their code, about their Order? I, like many others, once served the Jedi Order, honored their code, and I was never an arrogant scum. Because none of us are like you think, and I'm not like that! You don't know me.”

“On the contrary,” Vader said, “I know you.”

There was something wrong with those words. The Jedi had a strange, intuitive feeling of something long forgotten, but he could not grasp it in order to analyze and recognize it. And he ignored it. He was too worried about reality right now, not something ephemeral and barely perceptible.  

Vader was circling around him like a predator circling its prey. And that made Ferus nervous.

“You are a lying and cowardly hypocrite.“ Vader continued, "like any arrogant moralist, you are just a fool with your poor principles and ideals that you have invented for yourself and believed in them. And you're just like most of the Jedi whose honor you so zealously defend. But none of that matters, because all your precious Jedi have been dead for a long time. So let's get back to the present moment.”

The Sith slowly walked over and tossed the deactivated lightsaber, but the Jedi knew that he could attack him. To attack even though the enemy could hardly stand on his feet.

“Tell me something, Jedi bastard, you want to see Leia, don't you?” Vader was looking at him intently. Olin saw that the Sith was provoking him and he decided not to give in, so he did not answer, waiting for the continuation. As expected, Vader immediately lost his patience, and without waiting for the Jedi's answer, he continued, "You see, for this to happen, you will have to convince me of this.”

“Your blackmail won't work with me.” Ferus replied sharply. There was a very unpleasant feeling in his chest the moment Vader mentioned Leia.

Vader sensed that the bastard was beginning to forget who he was here, and the Sith was ready to remind him.

“So, bitch, now,” Vader stopped circling him. He froze, demonstrating his superiority, looked at his opponent point-blank and, not holding back from pleasure, grinned mockingly, “You will serve me, as a sex slave should.”

“You will not wait for this.” the Jedi knew he wouldn't let that happen.

“Really? We were just talking about the arrogance of the Jedi, which you prefer to turn a blind eye to. Do you know what I see when I look at you? The proud, arrogant idiot. But all your pride and arrogance will be shattered by one single circumstance. Think about Leia. She was so looking forward to ‘Daddy Feri’. And this meeting may not take place at all. But it all depends on you. You should be a grateful and obedient slave. Otherwise, I'll have to tell her that you're gone and give her a little box of soot as a keepsake.”

Olin somehow realized that Vader was lying to him. Most likely, the freak had already acted out this scene in front of Leia while he was unconscious. The pain of it was unbearable. This dirty bastard was crippling his child's psyche, and he talked about it with such mockery.

“You forgot to mention the most important thing. Do you know what I see, Sith, when I look at you? The dumb, envious and cruel son of a bitch. It's not news to me that you're hurting others because you can't handle your own. But you just gave yourself away. You're jealous of me. ‘She was so looking forward to ‘Daddy Feri’.’ Did you say that? She was waiting for me, not for you. She doesn't give a damn about you. She doesn't even care that you were a sperm donor for her birth. And you're making a child suffer because of your stinking envy. And you even get joy out of it, forcing yourself to forget that it was your child. So which one of us is a pathetic nonentity?”

Rage clouded Vader's gaze, he barely restrained himself from immediately attacking the prisoner with blows. No. The words of this piece of shit won't piss him off. He tried to pull himself together.

“Remember, Jedi bastard, everyone calls me ‘My Lord.’ ”

“Everyone can call you whatever they want, even 'My precious boy,' but I won't. ”

“That's enough verbiage for today,” Vader said harshly, “especially from idiots.”

Before a hail of blows rained down on the Jedi, Vader used the Force to force him into the opposite wall and hit it. After that, he pulled him in like a puppet and started beating him.

“You stinky whore! You're only going to open your mouth to suck my dick, you dumb bastard!” Vader accompanied his words with punches to the ribs. The screams of pain and pitiful sobs were especially pleasant and it quickly cooled his anger. Vader stopped for a short break. Never mind, soon the son of a bitch will be whimpering and screaming even more on the floor when he rapes him.

Vader took a cursory, appraising look at his body. Even with the blooming bruises on his torso, the muscles of this man's abs looked perfect, just like he was all too regular and perfect. Vader had half of the insides of his abdomen artificial, the upper flesh was synthetic, and there were several wide holes on his stomach, covered with metal lids. The Sith stood close to the Jedi lying on the floor.

“Don't keep me waiting, slave. Serve your Master.” Vader kicked him in the stomach.

“You won't wait. Fuck yourself, Vader.”

He didn't like this challenge from the Jedi. It was as if Olin was learning not to be afraid of him. So it is necessary to accustom him to uncontrollable animal fear again. Vader decided to set up a torture chamber for him right here to show how much he appreciates his opinion.

A surgical knife flew into Vader's hand, the Jedi's body flew into the air, as if he had been lifted by the collar, his feet did not touch the floor, and Vader slashed the knife across the Jedi's stomach. Not deep enough for this incision to rip open his guts, but strong enough to cut his abdominal muscles.

The Jedi wanted to scream, but the Sith stifled his scream by squeezing his throat with a chokehold.

“It's unpleasant, right?” Vader cut him in the stomach again, making a second long incision.

The Jedi squeezed his eyes shut in horror as Vader pulled back his arm to swing.

“Shall we try again?” And Vader, with a deft movement of his hand, made another incision, longitudinal, long, stretching right up to the groin area. The Jedi made a gurgling, wheezing sound that should have been a scream, but Vader squeezed his throat again, preventing him from screaming.

“It's just a metal that neatly cuts through your flesh, but I could just as easily disembowel you.” Vader dropped the knife and roughly lowered the prisoner to the floor. The Jedi bent over and looked at his wounds in shock. Starting from his stomach and below, his body slowly turned dark scarlet, he had never seen so much blood from his wounds before. Ferus lightly touched his wounds and his hands also turned dark scarlet.

“It's high time you learned to know your place.” Vader knew how the Jedi would beg for forgiveness.

He took off a piece of armor covering his groin area and bared his thick cock.

“Obey, slave! Kneel in front of me and take my cock in your mouth.” Vader ordered.

Ferus looked up from his wounds. He saw that the Sith was already in a state of anticipation of pleasure, but the Jedi found the strength to rudely break off the vile desire of the enemy.

“Damn you, Sith! Let your bastard emperor suck your dick.” He said with disgust.

The thought that Vader wanted to force him to suck his stinky ugly dick made him furious. In an attempt to protect himself, the Jedi tried to hit Vader, but of course it failed. The Sith easily blocked his blow.

“It was stupid, as always.” Vader responded by slapping the Jedi across the cheek and throwing him off, pushing him to the floor.

“On your knees, slave!” Vader gave the order, his voice becoming harsh and merciless. He towered over him imperiously.

“No...!” The wheeze froze in the Jedi's throat, and he could no longer say anything, only make hoarse sounds. An invisible stranglehold squeezed his throat and pulled him up until his knees touched the floor. After that, the stranglehold intensified. The Jedi opened his mouth, trying to get some air.

“You can't go anywhere, buddy. You are my sex slave.” Vader moved closer to the Jedi, and shoved his dick into the mouth of the gasping prisoner.

“Suck my dick, Jedi. Or I'll strangle you right now.” Vader raped him in the mouth, roughly pushing his dick down his throat. The Jedi struggled, but Vader did not loosen his grip, and continued to impale him on his dick.

“Suck my dick, slave! This is my order!” Vader was really excited about his power.

But the prisoner still tried to bite and pull away with the last of his strength. Then Vader inserted his metal fingers into the Jedi's mouth to prevent him from closing his jaw.

“Suck it, slave!” Vader barked again.

He roughly fucked the Jedi in the mouth until he finished the sexual act. And only then did he release the grip.

Such a substitute for oral sex did not bring much pleasure to Vader. But still, it was incredibly pleasant to make the prisoner kneel while he raped him in his mouth.

The Jedi was spitting and coughing on the floor. He was trembling, and spasms rolled down his throat due to the gag reflex. And his wounds on his stomach were terribly painful.

“You're a useless jerk,” Vader said, “but I'll teach you to be a diligent slave before you die.”

Ferus looked at his tormentor with undisguised anger.

“Someday you will die,” the Jedi croaked through spasms in his throat and spitting, “and no one will cry for you.”

Vader looked down at the Jedi lying at his feet. He grabbed him by the throat, forcing him to lift his face up.

“You think you're strong enough to stand up to me, but you're not,“ Vader leaned over him, "Believe me, it won't take me long to teach you once and for all to be a submissive, respectful slave who is ready to kneel down and serve his master at the first hint.”

“You still don't understand, Sith. You're going to have to kill me.” Ferus was squinting in pain, blood from the cut flesh on his stomach had already stained the floor.

“I'll do it as soon as I get tired of you. But your death will not be easy and quick. I'll cut off your arms and legs and hang you by the stumps. And you will hang on chains until you die from excess pain. If you don't care about yourself, take pity on Leia, spare her such a disgusting sight.”

The thought of Leia's torment raised a cold anger in the Jedi. The flow of directed Force helped him catch his concentration for a moment to try to land a blow on Vader's jaw. But the Sith intercepted his arm, quickly twisted it behind his back, and pulled hard up to break the shoulder joint of the enemy. A hoarse scream cut through the emptiness of the room.

“I warned you.” Vader disdainfully pushed the wounded, beaten Jedi away from him. The enemy fell to the floor, now he could only howl in pain. 

At Vader's call, three droids entered the cell.

“This sex slave does not want to obey. Punish him properly.” Sith ordered. And the battle droids pinned the Jedi in a grip to carry out educational work on him.

“That's right, slaves should be flogged regularly.” Vader thought with satisfaction.

Vader did not listen to his painful moans and screams and left the cell.

**

Even before Olin woke up, Vader gave Leia a little test. As a result, he learned what he wanted to know. Something he was already sure of. Leia has a good potential for Force sensitivity, she just categorically does not want to develop her abilities.

Ashes scattered across his armor, and Vader realized that she was capable enough to realize that her precious father was alive, and even nearby. This was good news for him. The bad news was that after she threw a box of ashes at him, which Vader handed to her with the words, “You disappointed me. Here you go, it's your daddy” and screamed hysterically that he was a liar, he didn't want to see her anymore. Generally.

And he locked her in a room alone. Of course, he was not moved by her tears, nor by her childish cries that she needed to see her dad.

Since Vader left, Leia has been crying alone for a long time. All she needed right now was to see her dad and make sure he was okay. But the black-armored monster wouldn't let her near him, she knew that.

She knew that the monster was merciless.

She thought the monster was bullying Daddy because of her. The monster needs her Forces abilities for something. And then she realized that if she did not cut off these abilities from herself, then grief would happen to dad.

**

Ferus never for a moment forgot about the most important thing – about his child.

But there was no way he could protect her while he was torn away from her, while he was so wounded. And Ferus assumed that this was just the beginning. When Vader realizes that the quest for obedience education has failed, he will begin to harm Leia. Olin had no doubt that Vader could have committed any incredible heinousness. For example, Vader could have raped him in front of Leia. Or cut him up, or whatever... and make her look at it.

In general, he was sure that no matter how Vader behaved in the future, he would be cruel not only to him, but also to Leia.

And in any event, every option would be terrible for Leia.

Except maybe one. If he was dead, Vader would have no reason to torment Leia.

But then Leia won't have a living father anymore. 

It's unfortunate. But which is better? She needs a living father, but a morally broken man who became a slave to Darth Vader? No.

Tears were dripping from his face to the floor, and they were tears not only from pain, but also from despair. He won't have a way out. That's how it's going to happen. His end will come. Inescapable, ruthless.

Even so, he won't die a slave. He could provoke Vader to kill him quickly, or the Force would help him in this.

Ferus called Leia by their connection in the Force, looking for her in the fortress space. He still didn't know how he could even say goodbye to her. How could he say “goodbye forever”?

**

Vader was thinking about Olin. For some reason, the Sith felt a deep abomination and shame for everything he had recently done. But he crushed and trampled on this feeling.

No. He is proud of what he has done.

From the datadap, the Sith sent orders about the Jedi. He ordered urgent help to be given to him, to sew up the wounds on his stomach, and to administer medicines that were supposed to bring him back to consciousness and prevent him from losing consciousness again.

Vader didn't like to wait, but he couldn't rush into action right now. There's still a little more pressure on the Jedi. But it is not enough just to crush the will of a Jedi, it is necessary that he himself go against his personal principles and destroy his own filthy, false ideals.

This asshole spent his entire youth posing as a celestial, a kind of crown prince, who by the will of fate turned out to be an apprentice in the Jedi Temple. But Vader will crush and destroy this illusion of the pure, noble knight, which Olin invented for himself and believed in.

This asshole will surrender to him voluntarily. And then he will become a submissive slave and an obedient whore.

Vader didn't think about what he would do if that didn't happen. Is he capable of making Leia suffer? He didn't know. But he felt that something global in his attitude towards Leia had already changed. He was gradually letting her go from him.

And it was at that moment that he felt that something had happened to Leia. He rushed into the room where he kept her locked up, but it was too late.

The baby was sitting on the floor, still crying, with red eyes and a scared, unhappy face. Through her sobs, she was still calling for Dad. She became almost invisible in the Force again. And Vader realized with amazement what had happened. This little girl managed to cut herself off from the Force.

Her potential for Force, which had been so bright not so long ago, was gone. It was as if she had become an ordinary child, without sensitivity to the Force.

Damn Ferus Olin. It's all his damn influence! It's his fault!

But it wasn't just anger that filled him. He was much more deeply disappointed. The disappointment of all the interaction with Leia. He realized that in all the time they had been talking, she had never taken a single step towards him. And at that moment, Vader's anger went away, and a calm confidence came to this place.

He had never really needed her. Leia is a part of Skywalker. And that's an insignificant part.

Vader left Leia. He had given up all thoughts of her.

He appeared on the threshold of the medical ward in which he ordered Olin to be held, and motioned for the medical droids to stop.

"Tell me, slave," Vader approached the surgical table, "do you want to lie on the floor like a rag again and howl in pain?"

“This technique is not new.” the Jedi replied in a voice broken by screams, “torment, delay, torment, delay. And so on until the prisoner voluntarily wants to avoid it.”

Vader realized that he himself had just violated the most basic interrogation tactics. This was the most basic thing that should not be done with stubborn people. He had to wait for the prisoner to speak first, start screaming, sobbing, and finally beg for mercy. And only after that, ask, "are you ready, slave, to beg forgiveness for everything?" He had to act this way, he couldn't restrain himself. It was necessary for him to talk to him before beatings and rapes, he thus felt especially acutely his superiority over his former rival.

But whatever the Jedi was thinking right now, he clearly wasn't going to be complaisant.

Vader was annoyed by this insubordination. He felt like the violence had reached a dead end, and the more he raped, the more he wanted sex. But it didn't give him anything substantial. It did not cover some important need of his, which prevented him from fully feeling satisfied.

He knew the Jedi was already on edge, but he didn't care about the pain of others. So Vader fucked him in the ass, spitting on his sobs and muttering "no...", "don't...".

After that, he allowed the droids to continue medical procedures with the patient who had just received new wounds.

Vader returned to his private quarters and immersed himself in the Bacta tank for many hours. He thought for a long time, eventually he came to the conclusion that the reason for his frequent bad mood, outbursts of anger and a desire to kill everyone around was the disgusting state of health of his body, or rather what was left of his body after Mustafar.

From the useless reflections that went around in circles, he fell into a long, sound sleep. He was woken up by a beep announcing that an urgent call had been received from the Emperor.

As soon as he woke up, he gestured to the manipulators, which pulled him out of the Bacta tank. As soon as Vader had his prosthetics fixed, he immediately accepted the challenge without getting dressed and a full-length holographic projection of the Emperor appeared in front of him. A wide triumphant smile blossomed on the ugly, wrinkled face of the old Sith.

But in Vader's life, no miracle happened after meeting Leia. The Sith felt no kinship with the child. Leia was nothing to him. He didn't even have the desire to see her or communicate with her. Leia reminded him of who he was. Leia reminded him that Padme was dead. And she recognized another person as her father.

The noblest thing would be to set her free, rather than trying to make his daughter a means to an end. Darth Vader wasn't going to be noble. Soon he will begin to teach her the way of the Dark Side of the Force. He will need an adult Leia to help destroy Palpatine, or to retain power if he destroys Palpatine on his own. 

But still, Sith felt annoyed when he looked at her and realized that even outwardly this cute little girl looked like Olin. And if it hadn't been for the completed genetic test, he would even have doubted the information he extracted from Bail during the interrogation. Although Vader knew Organa wasn't lying, few people are capable of lying when flesh is burned with a lightsaber.

His daughter didn't get anything from Anakin Skywalker. She had beautiful dark eyes, rich brown hair, delicate white skin, and a beautiful aristocratic face like Padme's. It was only over the years that Padme gradually faded from his memory. And he realized that he no longer remembered her in great detail.

But the other man was here all the time, every time he returned to the Vjun, and Vader already remembered him to the smallest detail. Ferus Olin reminded him not of who he had once been, but of who he was now – the Overlord who decided the fate of Star systems. Every time Darth Vader saw his former rival, he was pleased to realize how powerful he had now become. He could at any moment, with a careless gesture, send this damned fool flying across the entire corridor, slam him into the opposite wall, and then drag what was left of him into the cell to forcibly possess him.

Complete permissiveness. That's what the Sith needed right now. Not talking to a useless little girl.

Thanks to the Dark Side of the Force, Olin's restrained emotions could easily be read as a lousy hidden panic. It happened all the time, in those moments when the Sith focused his attention on him. 

It made Vader want to just burst out laughing. The fear that this damn idiot felt turned him on quickly and easily.

"Hello there, princess", Vader smiled with anticipation when the silhouette of the Jedi appeared in the dimness of the prison corridor, "I've been waiting for you."

Vader stopped, blocking his way and greedily sated on those panicked emotions that the Jedi was very intensely trying to suppress.

All Jedi were such hypocrites and cowards.

Poor stupid Ferus tried to seem so calm and balanced, but there was a whole abyss of fear and despair inside him.  And this abyss caused Vader's inner hunger with even greater intensity. The Sith noted with satisfaction that the Jedi wanted to run away from him. But there was nowhere to run. He could have played catch-up with him and then dragged him out of any corner. But tonight he was too impatient, the Dark Side had already demanded violence, a lot and immediately!

And Vader roughly grabbed the prisoner by the shoulders, bringing him closer to himself.

“I'm going to fuck you now, do you mind?”, Vader asked mockingly before twisting his arm behind his back and slamming his face into the wall. At the last moment, Ferus managed to turn his head to avoid hitting his face into the wall. “Leia is sleeping”, he told Vader, hoping the wall was thick enough that the baby wouldn't wake up from hitting the wall. Vader only pushed him once more and pressed him against the wall with his body.

“Then you have to force yourself not to scream”, Vader hissed in his ear with a nasty sneer. Olin jerked violently and pulled away from the Sith's hands. The disgusting, mocking tone of the hoarse voice made him lose his temper. He knew perfectly well that Vader wasn't attacking with even half his might, but was just playing with him. But the Jedi lost his temper anyway. He knew that his retaliatory attack would be useless and even dangerous, but he lunged at Vader, throwing his arm forward to punch his fist into the cyborg's ugly snout. But the Sith intercepted his fist so quickly and easily, as if he knew exactly in advance. And he clenched his fist, not giving him the opportunity to escape. With his other hand, Vader grabbed the enemy by the throat, and clamped it as if with metal claws. Vader's face broke into a wide grin, an instant before he clenched his hand, crushing the Jedi's fist like paper, breaking his knuckles and fingers. Ferus wheezed from the terrible pain in his arm, he could barely see Vader anymore, his vision was gray from suffocation. He fell to his knees, and Vader was still strangling him and crushing his wrist bones.

When the Sith released him, Ferus fell flat on the floor.

 "If you dare to raise your hand against me again, you will be left without your hand, slave", he put his foot on the prisoner's hand, wringing his wrist, and listened to his groans and wheezes because of the pain. And then he easily lifted the Jedi's body off the floor, and threw it over his shoulder. Vader turned to carry him out of the hallway, but baby Leia was standing at the entrance of the next room. 

The baby ran out to the sounds of a struggle, although she promised Dad that she would never do it. She stared wide-eyed at her dad, hanging like a long towel on the shoulder of a huge monster in black armor. Her dad's arms hung limply, he did not move, only wheezed in pain.  She rushed forward towards the monster.

"Don't you dare hurt my dad!", Leia screamed in a very childish voice. Ferus turned his head with difficulty, wincing in pain. He was amazed at how much courage there was in this baby. Unfortunately, her courage could not help him now, it could only harm her.

"Don't stand in my way, girl, or you'll regret it", Vader rudely replied to her. He used the Force to push Leia back. The baby was blown back into the room. Fortunately, she did not fall, but the door closed behind her and was blocked by Vader's gesture. The Sith wasn't going to take her opinion into account. He came to take what he wanted and how much he needed. No one will stop him.

Ferus heard the little girl banging on the door with her fists. She screamed and cried and called for him.

"Daddy! Dad!...", this childish cry, muffled by the locked door, rang in his ears and tore apart his soul. But it was useless. The Sith had no concept of mercy. Vader dragged him into one of the cells. The doors obeyed his gestures and were blocked by a wave of the Sith's hand. Vader threw the Jedi to the floor like a garbage bag, and there roughly and quickly tore off his clothes. Ferus could see that the Sith was chuckling as he did this.

"Bitch!", Vader hissed, slapping the Jedi across the face. He liked to beat him, and he did not deny himself the pleasure. Vader leaned on top of the prisoner as he freed himself from the armor. He raped him for a long time, deliberately making their intercourse painful for the Jedi.