Episode VI: The Final Stand
Chapter 1 Padmé Amidala addressed the assembled troops from the bridge of Admiral Akbar’s command ship.
“The Emperor has made a fatal mistake.” She announced, “The time for our final attack has come.”
Pressing the holo-display, the image of the Death Star appeared in front of the rebels. Sitting among the few remaining Alliance pilots, Leia leaned in to study the massive space station. Its image made her shiver. It had killed trillions. And once, it had nearly killed her.
Padmé pressed a button and the image zoomed in to display a close up of the equatorial trench. The computerized image focused on a small exhaust port
“Only through the valiant efforts of our intelligence forces has this information become available.” Padmé said grimly. “As you can see here, there is a small thermal exhaust port, just below the main port. It is the key to destroying the Death Star.”
Padmé looked at the assembled pilots. There were so few left. Many of those who had not fallen in combat had simply given up the fight and returned home to their families. Padmé could not blame the rebellion for giving up hope. She had so little left for herself anymore. With the Empire destroying entire planets simply for aiding the Rebellion, there was little hope left for the Alliance. And with the latest intelligence report…..the one she had shared only with Akbar….
Han Solo stood and took Padmé’s side. He could sense that her concentration was wavering. It was critical to motivate the few pilots still willing to fight for freedom in this most desperate hour. Padmé looked to him gratefully as he continued her briefing for her.
“I’ll be leading this attack from the Outrider.” He announced calmly to the soldiers, his confident tone focusing the room at once. “We’ll skim the surface to this point and fire proton torpedoes directly into the main reactor.”
Padmé’s eyes locked Han’s as he explained the attack plan. He made it sound so easy….so possible.
“Ray-shielded men. It’s protons only on this target. And whoever scores that direct hit still has to pull out in time. I’ve tried to tell you men how important it can be to pull out in time.”
The assembled troops let out a stifled laugh. There was so much tension in the room that even Solo’s wit couldn’t break it. This was very likely a suicide run. They all knew it.
“Then prepare your ships.” Padmé ordered. “Today we avenge the victims of that abomination. Dismissed.”
As the pilots began to disassemble, Padmé looked to Han again. She had grown extremely fond of the irreverent Correllian in the past months. He had proven himself a brave, capable leader in numerous skirmishes against the Empire. His time on Bespin had made him a natural leader of men. Despite how isolated Padmé had become over the course of the war….she couldn’t help but feel an attraction to Han Solo.
“General,” Padmé stepped closer to him, lowering her voice to a whisper, “Can it be done?”
Han frowned and looked back at the holo-image of the gigantic battle station.
“I’m going to destroy that thing.” He stated emphatically, “I don’t care if I die in the process. I’m going to send every imperial on that station straight to hell.”
Padmé could see the pain behind his anger. She knew this war had cost him dearly. It had cost everyone dearly at this point. But somehow, she believed in Han…felt something for him. Maybe it was just trust….or even affection. But for some reason, she found herself staring into his eyes deeply, when a sudden voice broke the moment between them.
“Mother.”
Leia Amidala stood behind Padmé and Han, rigid and tense. It had taken a great deal of time for her to rejoin the rebel command. She and Han had run afoul of a bounty hunter hired by the Grand Admiral while refueling the Outrider on Ort Mantel. It had nearly cost she and Han their lives. It was there they had chosen to split up to evade pursuit. Han had joined up with the Rebel fleet quickly. But Leia had vowed not to rejoin the fleet until she was sure she was not being tracked any longer. She refused to do something as foolish as leading the Empire to the Rebellion. Splitting up from Han, she had not seen her mother since their parting on Hoth.
Padmé looked at her daughter and saw the anger in Leia’s eyes. Her daughter was seething….at her….she could feel it.
“My quarters.” Padmé said simply, gesturing for Leia to follow her. As the two beautiful women walked silently down the corridor, Han was left to wonder at the strange reunion unfolding in front of him.
Chapter 2 “Mother!” Leia called out as Padmé walked along the corridor of the Mon Calamari vessel. “Mother! I need to speak with you now!”
Padmé turned to face her daughter. “Leia. Here.” Padmé gestured to the door to her quarters on the massive converted luxury liner.
Leia entered the room without saying anything. Padmé entered behind her and shut the door. Leia spun suddenly to face her mother.
“I know the truth mother!” She announced, her voice wavering with anger. “I know who my real father is now.”
Padmé said nothing, simply looking down at the floor.
“Why?!” Leia yelled. “Why did you lie to me? Why tell me my father was some dead Nabooan artist?”
“Leia I-“ Padmé stammered.
“NO!” Leia was shouting “You LIED to me. You let Aayla raise me so you could fight this blasted war and you never even cared enough to tell me the truth!”
“Leia LISTEN to me!” Padmé shouted. Her voice was shaking, but she still held a commanding tone from years of leading the Alliance.
“I lied. But I did it to protect you.”
“Protect me from what?”
“From the truth, Leia.” Padmé lowered herself into the chair and starred at the wall as she spoke.
“I knew your father when he was a boy. A selfless boy who risked his life to help me.”
Leia said nothing. Her rage still burned within.
“When next I saw him, that boy was dead.” Padmé went on. “I never wanted to tell you about your conception. I have never spoken of it to anyone.”
“Tell me mother.” Leia commanded. “Tell me the truth now.”
“He…raped me.” Padmé said simply. “In the center of the Galactic Senate Chamber he raped me. And his Sith mistress….she…..violated me.”
Leia felt her anger subsiding. Her mother had carried this pain for a long time. Leia began to understand.
“I see.” Leia said quietly. “That’s why you’ve never wanted to know me. That’s why you wanted me to become a Jedi. So I could avenge what he-“
“Oh, Leia NO!” Padmé said, rising from her chair to face her daughter.
“You wanted me to be your vengeance….your weapon against him-“
“You couldn’t be more wrong Leia.” Padmé took her daughter by the arms and held her tightly. Padmé had tears in her eyes as she spoke.
“I love you Leia.” She said firmly. “I didn’t tell you the truth because I didn’t want you to ever think you were unwanted.”
“But I was-“
“No.” Padmé said. “I am so proud of you my daughter. You are the woman I always hoped you’d become.”
Leia looked deeply into her mother’s eyes. Leia was so much younger, but her face was more mature than her mother’s. Padmé had a girlishness to her features that gave her an almost perpetual youth. Leia’s face was so different…in a way she looked more adult than Padmé ever would.
“And the Grand Admiral.” Leia said coldly, the rage in her not yet subsiding. “You knew that he was my half-brother then?”
“I hoped you’d never know, my daughter.” Padmé whispered. “I hoped you would never meet either of them.”
“Well I did mother.” Leia said angrily as she turned to face the wall, no longer meeting her mother’s gaze. “I met him and was totally unprepared for the truth. He used it against me….all because you couldn’t be honest with me from the start.”
Padmé said nothing. She didn’t know what to say anymore. She had lied. She had lied to her daughter. And she had kept her distance from Leia for most of her life. Aayla had raised Leia, it was true. And now there was little left to salvage between the two of them.
“Leia…it doesn’t matter now anyway.” Padmé announced bleakly. “This war is over.”
Leia didn’t face her mother yet.
“Leia, even if this attack on the Death Star succeeds….we lose.”
Leia turned to face her mother now. “What do you mean?”
“Your father Leia…the Emperor.” Padmé answered. “He’s built a new Death Star.”
Leia’s eyes went wide with the news. If it was true…it really was over. Two Death Stars would mean the end of freedom for the galaxy. The Alliance had been nearly destroyed by the brutal use of just one of the super weapons. If the Emperor could actually create a second one…
“It’s true.” Padmé whispered. “I just received the intelligence report this morning. In orbit of the forest moon of Endor. A completely operational Death Star….far larger than the first.”
Leia said nothing. Her father would be on that station. She felt it. He would command the Empire from his impenetrable new fortress.
“So you see, my daughter.” Padmé said with resignation, lowering herself into her desk chair. “He’s won.”
“No.” Leia whispered. “Not if I kill him.”
Padmé looked suddenly at her daughter as Leia strode purposefully towards the door. Padmé quickly rose to grab her daughter by the shoulder. There was panic in the older woman’s eyes.
“No!” Padmé cried as she turned Leia to face her, “You can’t face him! You don’t know how strong he is Leia! He destroyed all the Jedi…he’ll destroy you too….or worse…my gods Leia come to your senses.”
Leia’s gaze ripped into her mother. For the first time Padmé actually recoiled in fear of the raw power of her daughter’s gaze.
“I’m going to end this.” Leia announced. “And not you, or anyone else in the galaxy can stop me.”
Leia walked from the room silently, leaving Padmé to collapse onto her bed. The leader of the Alliance began to sob hysterically. It was over now. Her daughter was leaving to face her destiny, the Alliance was leaving within hours to make its final attack. It was truly the end of all things.
Chapter 3 The Imperial Shuttle Abaddon extended its wings as it lowered from the launch bay of the Star Destroyer Avenger. The elegant craft glided swiftly across the void over the sanctuary moon as it approached the completed superstructure of the second Death Star. Folding its wings up as it approached the massive hangar bay, the graceful ship touched down on the gleaming deck almost silently.
“Inform the Emperor that Grand Admiral Skywalker has arrived.” The commander called out from his control station.
Two full battalions of black clad imperial soldiers flooded into the room, surrounding the shuttle. Rather than standing at attention, they stood with their blasters drawn and ready, all trained on the Abaddon.
Admiral Piett strode forward from the amassed troops, stopping in front of the shuttle’s lowering ramp. Piett tried to control his trembling as the hydraulics lowered the entry ramp to the deck. The metal clicking of the Grand Admiral’s metallic legs echoed through the hanger as the white uniformed figure descended to the deck.
Piett found it difficult to meet the intense gaze of his commanding officer as he came closer. The man commanded a strange power. Piett found it similar to being in the presence of the Emperor himself. It was as if the Skywalkers could see into a man’s very soul with their burning gazes. Piett spoke quickly to cover his fear.
“Grand Admiral Skywalker, we are honored by your presence.” Piett began diplomatically.
“Indeed.” Luke said coldly as he gazed as the amassed troops, their weapons all trained upon him.
“Uh, yes sir.” Piett said, nervously looking at the men, their weapons all conspicuously aimed at the Grand Admiral. Lowering his voice to a whisper, Piett continued, “Surely sir you are aware the Emperor has forbidden you to board this station.”
Luke glared at the assembled soldiers. “I am your commanding officer.”
“Y-yes sir.” Piett replied. “But sir the Emperor himself--”
“My father.” Luke corrected.
“Y-yes Admiral….he has specifically ordered--“
“I am here to see him.”
Luke raised his black metal hand at the assembled soldiers reaching out with the force. In perfect unison, they lowered their weapons and returned them to their holsters.
Piett stood in awe, witnessing the total control his commanding officer had over the assembled troops. He looked fearfully back into Luke’s translucent eyes. Piett knew he couldn’t stop the Grand Admiral from boarding the station….knew he couldn’t stop him from entering the Emperor’s newly completed throne room. But he also knew he would likely be killed by the Emperor if he didn’t follow his orders. Piett shifted nervously back and forth on his feet. He was in an impossible position.
Luke’s hateful gaze tore into him, reducing Piett to a man who could barely speak.
“I’ve brought my father a present.” Luke said quietly, extending his hand back to the shuttle. A black rectangular shaped floated down the ramp, suspended a meter above the ground. Piett looked fearfully at the ominous black shape that floated towards him. As it approached, he could make out the exposed breasts and nipples of what appeared to be a nude Twi’lek woman, her face contorted in a scream, frozen in carbonite.
“I’ll find my own way.” Luke said arrogantly as he walked past Piett and the assembled troops, his carbonite prize floating behind him.
Admiral Piett made no move to stop him, looking again at his troops who still seemed to be in some kind of trance.
Luke smiled to himself as he walked silently through the halls of the new Death Star. It was far larger than the first. Luke had overseen every aspect of the final phase of the first Death Star’s construction. He knew that station like no one else. But this station was completely different. Completely better.
As he entered a large elevator with his carbonite encased prisoner, he marveled at how much more spacious this station was. It had been built completely in secret. His father had not trusted him enough to even tell Luke it was being constructed. As the elevator began its rapid assent, Luke felt stirrings of jealousy as he realized that a few select Admirals like Tarkin must have been aware of its construction for some time. Luke himself had only become aware of the new Death Star three days ago while interrogating a Bothan spy.
Luke been on the outside ever since his failed coup and his posting to the Avenger. A Grand Admiral in title only. More trusted officers like Tarkin and Piett were given the truly powerful command postings.
The door opened with a hiss and Luke stepped into the darkly lit throne room. Atop the staircase there were large windows surrounding a central throne.
Luke stepped forward, climbing the steps towards the chair, saying nothing. He could sense his father’s power….just as his father could sense his. The chair began rotating as Luke approached. Despite the years that had passed since his immolation, Luke felt pain in the stumps of his severed limbs as his father’s glowing eyes fell upon him.
Emperor Anakin Skywalker rose from his chair and pulled back his black hood. Those few moments in the vacuum of space had forever changed Anakin’s appearance. His skin was a pale white with blue veins visible through the surface. A goatee covered his mouth and his sideburns were cropped sharply, accenting the man’s angular face. He looked somehow crueler now than ever before. His blood red eyes seethed with the power of the dark side.
“My son.” His voice came in a deadly rasp. “You are forbidden to be here.”
“I only just discovered you built this station, father.” Luke said, trying to avoid his father’s wrath.
“Indeed.” Anakin said, walking slowly towards his son. Luke felt himself tensing at his father’s menacing approach. “Perhaps you haven’t learned your lesson yet. Perhaps you have yet another limb I should cut off.”
Luke realized he was playing with fire. He knew wasn’t strong enough to defeat his father yet. It wasn’t just that his artificial limbs had taken away his agility. His father was stronger now. Without Asajj Ventress as a distraction, Anakin had somehow grown stronger in the dark side than ever before. Luke could feel the power emanating from the man like a raging fire, barely kept in check.
“Father.” Luke spoke quickly. “I am here for one purpose. To serve you. And to redeem myself in your eyes.”
Extending his hand, Luke used the force to pull the carbonite block from behind him. He rotated it so that it stood up on its end. The perfect body of the Twi’lek woman was presented to the Emperor.
“Aayla Secura.” Luke said triumphantly. “The last of the Jedi.”
Anakin silently appraised the gift and then focused back on Luke with a piercing gaze.
“You think I am blind Luke?”
“Blind?” Luke stammered, “No father I--“
“My daughter Leia Amidala is the last of the Jedi.”
Luke was speechless.
“Fool. Did you really think you were the only one who could sense her?”
“Of course not father.” Luke lied, “That is why I’ve brought you this gift. Secura is more than Leia’s mentor. She is her lover. The perfect tool for you to use.”
“Ah.” Anakin said, turning back to look out into the depths of space. “And together we will turn her to the dark side.”
“Yes.” Luke answered. “I encountered her in Bespin. She is strong in the force father.”
“Quite an encounter it must have been.” Anakin mocked. “I felt the tremors in the force all the way across the galaxy.”
Luke was still unsure how much his father knew of his coupling with his half sister. He continued cautiously.
“She is…strong in the force father. A powerful ally.”
A powerful ally to finally destroy you, Luke thought.
“Yes.” Anakin said looking back at his son. “A family reunion.”
Chapter 4 Padmé had finally managed to pull herself together. If this was the end of the Alliance, she would make the final stand with them. On the front lines. She walked confidently up the ramp of the Outrider, turning down the short corridor to enter the sleek ship’s bridge.
Han Solo was at the controls, adjusting the instrument panel in preparation for launch. He looked up as she entered the small room to see the beautiful leader of the Alliance approach.
“We’re almost ready to get underway here.” Han announced, his eyes roving over the flawless body of the older woman.
“Good.” Padmé replied, staring out the window at the hanger deck as the pilots readied their vessels.
Han’s eyes roved over the body of the small woman. She wore all white, as usual. Her body accentuated by a tight fitting body suit and a white cape that gave her a regal countenance. Han had generally never found older women particularly attractive. But Padmé was something special. He had to admit, he’d been from one end of this galaxy to another, and seen a lot of strange pussy. But the beauty and dignity of Padmé Amidala was truly unique.
“Is there something you needed?” Han finally asked to break the silence.
“I’m going with you.” Padmé announced, her tone leaving no room for debate.
“I don’t think—“
“Do you know why the Death Star is heading for Naboo, Han?” Padmé suddenly locked her gaze with his. “It’s going to destroy Naboo because the Emperor knows it’s my home planet.”
Han said nothing. He hadn’t known if there had been any truth to the rumors that somehow the Emperor and Padmé had a history together. But her statement seemed to confirm that the war had become very personal.
“I’m not going to direct this battle from the command ship.” Padmé continued. “I’m going to fly it with you right here on the Outrider.”
Han stood up and stepped close to her. Padmé looked up at Han with tears in her eyes. She was trembling. Trembling to be so close to a man. She had avoided men entirely since this war began…no….it was since Anakin had raped her. She had vowed never again to allow herself to be hurt by anyone. But here, in this cockpit, so close to a man she had come to know to be heroic…. Padmé Amidala felt something stir inside her that had been dormant for far too long.
Han felt the vulnerability in the beautiful leader of the Alliance. She was closed off to the world…and untouched for so long. As he placed his hands on her shoulders, he could feel her trembling in his light grip.
Padmé looked away suddenly. Ashamed, terrified, exhilarated, her emotions were washing over her too quickly to sort out. Han lightly touched her chin, bringing her face back to his. He leaned in and tenderly kissed her quivering lips.
Padmé felt every hair on her body stand up as she responded to the soft kiss. It was the first she had allowed herself in over twenty years. Han’s hands roamed down the length of her arms, pulling her body close to his. She let herself melt into him, her still taught breasts lightly pressing into his chest.
Padmé returned the kiss gently at first. As Han moved his mouth slowly to suck on her top lip, Padmé exhaled sharply, her body becoming aroused. She kissed him back passionately, like a starving woman desperate for sustenance.
Han let his right hand drop down behind Padmé, caressing her ass cheek. Padmé suddenly tensed in his arms.
The memory came back to her. The Senate Chambers…the feeling of Anakin inside of her…the rape.
Abruptly, Padmé pulled back. She was shaking in his grip. She looked into Han’s eyes with fear. She had been hurt before. Badly. He could see that now. He could see in her eyes how fearful she was of intimacy. Padmé tried to speak.
“I-I-shouldn’t have done that-“ she stammered, “I’m sorry Han I-“
“Shhh.” Han whispered, caressing her beautiful face lovingly. He ran his hand up her face and into her closely cropped hair. It was almost a boyish hair style she wore. Han knew it was cut that way to deemphasize her sexual appeal. To retreat from the advances of others. Yet the military style haircut only served to emphasize the beautiful bone structure of the Nabooan woman’s face. She was beautiful. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
Han gently traced his hand across the back of her neck, taking a gentle grip of Padmé’s delicate head. She calmed at his touch. She felt his gentleness, his goodness. Han had always been intuitive with women, he sensed the tenderness Padmé so desperately craved. She had been brutalized once, he was sure of it. He would have to teach her to trust again.
Padmé said nothing, trying to keep her haphazard breathing under control as Han unzipped the back of her form-fitting body suit. Padmé shivered as his strong hands gently pulled the fabric down, exposing her still perfect breasts.
Han looked at the half nude woman in front of him. She was still trembling, but only slightly now. She was so vulnerable. The fact that Padmé was older than him no longer even registered in Han’s mind. She was flawless…a perfect image of the female form. Slowly, he lowered his mouth to her left breast and gently began to suck on the nipple.
“Haaahh!” Padmé suddenly called out, as her body involuntarily convulsing at the intimate contact. She grabbed the pilot’s chair for balance as the Outrider cockpit filled with the sound of Han sucking delicately on her breast.
Padmé brought her right hand to the back of Han’s head, watching in fascination as he slowly moved to her right breast and began to expertly stimulate it with his mouth.
“Oh gods…” Padmé sighed as the stimulation of her other breast aroused her further. Her pussy was on fire. It was soaking a wet spot into her body suit. Her legs were beginning to shake under her.
Han stepped back and pulled her with him. Padmé followed him, completely at his mercy. She had never felt so aroused in her life. Since the rape she had resigned herself to remain celibate for the rest of her life. She didn’t think she would ever again know the touch of a man. As Han guided her into the waiting pilot’s seat and she lifted herself to allow him to pull the rest of her clothing off, she as was literally shaking.
Instinctively, Padmé’s hands darted down, covering her pussy. She didn’t even know why she did it, it was almost a reflex action. Han, kneeling on the ground in front of the chair smiled up at Padmé. She felt so embarrassed…so humiliated to be naked in front of him like this. She couldn’t do this….she had to stop…
Han pulled back, sensing the fear. He pulled his white shirt over his head and stepped back from Padmé. Seeing his half naked body enflamed her moistening pussy all the more, but her fear had not yet subsided.
“Han, I just can’t, I’m sorry—“ she began.
Saying nothing Han took her left foot in his hand and guided it to his mouth.
“Han I--uuuhhh…” Padmé sighed in surprise as he sucked her toes into his mouth.
Padmé watched in shock as the Corellian lovingly sucked on her foot. She couldn’t believe what he was doing. No one had ever….she felt her pussy leaking onto the cold metal seat beneath her. The years of being deprived combined with Han’s gentle attentions were driving Padmé insane with lust. Finally she realized the truth. Han would never hurt her like Anakin had.
Han felt her relax. She slid back in the chair, completely at his mercy. Padmé needed him. He could see that. He wasn’t sure if she was ready for intercourse yet….she was still so fragile. But he knew exactly what she needed.
Letting her foot slide from his mouth, Han crawled forward in the cockpit and brought his mouth to Padmé’s waiting, quivering pussy. He gently pulled her open with his thumbs and slid his tongue into her waiting wetness.
“Ohhhhh gods!!!” Padmé moaned as he began expertly trailing his tongue all over her slit.
Han had more experience eating women than anyone he knew. He dragged his tongue up to her hooded clit and gently teased and nibbled on the waiting love-button. Padmé convulsively locked her legs around his head, thrusting herself into his mouth.
“Huhhh!” She screamed as he grabbed her ass cheeks and brought her entire body out of the seat, wrapped around his head. He could barely breath with her legs jackknifed around him, but he continued his relentless assault on her clitoris.
Padmé felt the orgasm hit her like a charging Bantha. She spasmed uncontrollably in Han’s grip, her legs shaking violently.
“Aaaaahhaaa!” She screamed as she exploded into Han’s mouth.
Han had never seen a woman cum so hard in his life. It turned him on immensely to know that he had given such intensity to the beautiful woman.
As Padmé slowly released Han from her leg grip and slid back into the seat, he saw her true beauty for the first time. Gone was the callous leader of the Alliance. Before him was a soft, vulnerable, and affection starved woman. A woman who had been alone for so long. Han desired her immensely. But he knew the time wasn’t right. Raising himself up, he embraced her.
Padmé grabbed onto him like a drowning woman, clinging for a Gungan Bongo. She felt renewed by what he had done to her. She felt herself coming back. The woman who had defied the Trade Federation as a small girl. The woman who could lead the Alliance again.
Pulling back and looking into Han’s eyes. She spoke, as a woman with a purpose.
“Let’s get this ship ready for combat.”
Chapter 5 Leia brought her X-wing out of lightspeed. The sanctuary moon loomed before her. A smaller, but far more ominous moon appeared as she closed in.
It was larger than the first. She could tell somehow. It was larger and more hideous. Leia didn’t bother locking her S-foils into attack mode. That was not why she was here.
A squadron of TIE Avengers encircled her. The horrible roar of their twin ion engines shook her craft as she slowed to a cruising speed. The new Death Star grew larger as she approached it. None of the TIE Avengers had yet opened fire. No doubt they were baffled that a single Alliance fighter had somehow landed right in their backyard.
Reaching out with the force, Leia probed the gigantic battle station with her mind. He was there. Her dark brother. Leia shivered as she felt his mind recognize hers and respond with a psychic greeting.
And then she felt another mind. Vast and powerful. It was not her brother who spoke to her.
Welcome.... daughter. A voice spoke directly to her mind. Leia felt ice cold in her cockpit as the menace behind that voice became clear to her. The Emperor.
At once the TIE Avengers broke off their encirclement and an invisible tractor beam began pulling her ship into a hangar bay. Leia cut her engines and mentally prepared herself for the fight of her life. She was more powerful than ever before. Stronger in the force than Aayla had ever been. She was a Jedi. She felt it with certainty. Thinking of Aayla, Leia wondered if she would ever see her former lover again.
As the ship entered the hanger Leia saw the operators manning a small room ahead of her. For a brief moment she considered firing her proton torpedoes directly into them and turning the ship around. But it was too late for that. She’d never escape the tractor beams anyway. Still, as the X-wing settled to the hanger deck and the room filled with Imperial troops, Leia struggled to maintain her serenity and focus.
Opening the cockpit and stepping down the sloping nose of her ship, Leia placed her hands on her hips in defiance as over a hundred armed troops took aim at her.
“Aren’t you all a little short for Imperial soldiers?” She called out haughtily to the assembled men.
A metallic clacking sound drew her attention to the door. Her half brother strode forward, his white uniform standing in stark contrast to the black clad troops. Leia jumped down from her ship and walked forward to meet him.
“Leia.” Luke smiled like a hungry Vornskr. “At last, you’ve come to me.”
“No.” Leia said simply. “I’m here for our father.”
Luke said nothing, his mind probing hers intently. He felt the certainty within her. There was fear, but it was controlled. Leia was far more intense and focused than she had been on Bespin. Leia was far more powerful now.
Looking to the lightsaber attached to her black bodysuit, Luke smiled and gestured for her to accompany him. Silently, the two walked passed the amassed troops, ignoring them as they ventured further into the Death Star.
Walking together down the halls of the vast battle station, Luke smiled to himself. He imagined what it would be like to rule with her at his side. To walk through the Empire as two gods, two living gods.
“I’m not here for that.” Leia said simply, reading his thoughts like a book. “I’m here to end this.”
“He’s too strong for you Leia.” Luke announced as they crossed a connecting bridge hundreds of feet above a chasm. “If he were so easy to kill, I’d have done it by now.”
“I’m going to kill him.” Leia replied with the calm certainty of a Jedi. “You can either help me, or be destroyed. It’s your choice my brother.”
Luke said nothing, but looked sideways at her as they stepped into an elevator shaft.
“I’m warning you Luke.” Leia said, meeting his gaze. “Don’t underestimate my power.”
Luke looked away. He would have to be cautious. His sister had come here to single handedly bring down their father. Part of him wondered if she really had the power to do it. As he probed her mind again, he felt the cold anger at the center of her….it was giving her the strength to get through his. As the elevator began its assent, Luke realized he flaw in Leia’s plan. Her anger was giving her strength…
“I won’t, my sister.” Luke announced, looking directly ahead at the elevator doors. “Don’t you underestimate our father’s power.”
The elevator doors opened and he stepped forward into a darkly lit room. Leia could feel the dark power emanating from within. He had killed entire worlds. He had raped her mother. It was time to end this. Leia stepped forward to meet her father. To meet her destiny.
Chapter 6 “Look at the size of the thing!” Blue-4 called out to the twenty Rebel ships as they closed on the Death Star. The planet Naboo loomed in the distance. The massive super laser was pointed towards the idyllic world. As the rebel ships approached the battle station from behind, they all realized what was at stake. An entire planet hung in the balance.
‘That’s what all my girlfriends say,” Han announced from the bridge of the Outrider, his ship in the lead of the attack formation. “Lock S-foils in attack positions and accelerate to attack speed.”
The B-wings extended there wings and the A-wings raced forward to the lead of the assault. Han prepared himself for the fight of his life.
“Deflectors double forward!” he ordered the ships. “We’re passing thorough their magnetic field!”
Padmé grabbed the counsel for support as the ship rocked back and forth. The grey monstrosity now filled their viewscreens.
“Green leader, take your wing in, we’ll cover you.” Han ordered. The A-wings sprinted forward, as the B-wings and the Outrider swung over the hundreds of turrets below, trading fire with the Death Star gunners.
“Copy General!” the A-wing pilot called out as the small nimble ships made their run for the equatorial trench.
“Their launching fighters!” Padmé called from the navigation console. Han frowned, he hoped they’d have more time to attack the turrets before fighting ship to ship. “34 marks at 210!” Padmé screamed.
At once the roar of the TIE Avengers surrounded the rebel ships. The B-Wings maneuvered above the surface of the Death Star, firing relentlessly at the maneuverable Imperial fighters.
Han brought the Outrider up behind an Avenger and fired his laser barrage. The shields of the Imperial craft absorbed the Outrider’s attack. Cursing, Han fired a concussion missile at the tough little ship, destroying it utterly. His brief satisfaction was cut short as his ship was pummeled by laser fire from behind.
“Stabilize our rear deflectors!” He yelled to Padmé. She had already transferred the power, helping to absorb some of the rear attack.
Spinning the ship in a fast banking maneuver, Han turned on his attacker and fired the Outrider’s top mounted cannons directly at the cockpit of the TIE Avenger. The small ship exploded under the vicious barrage.
“What’s their status?” Han called out, bringing his ship back down to the surface of the Death Star to fire on more of the turrets.
“Green group is at half strength!” Padmé replied, struggling to see the read out scans as the ship shook with turret fire. “Blue group is engaging fighters. Strength down by three.”
Han pulled the Outrider back up and onto the tail of another Avenger. He was starting to think attacking this station wasn’t courage. It was more like suicide.
Chapter 7 Leia ascended the steps of the throne room with Luke at her side. The center chair turned slowly towards her. The man seated before her seethed raw power…raw evil. There was nothing in him but anger and hatred.
“Welcome, my daughter.” Anakin greeted her, rising from his throne. Behind him was a view of space through a massive window. Pulling back his black hood, Leia looked on the face of her father. She had seen him in holo-vids before of course…but this was far different. His face was pale, his skin traced with blue veins beneath the surface. His eyes, full of broken blood vessels, were a deep red. As he smiled at her and stepped forward, she felt utter dread wash over her.
“You’ve come to take your rightful place at my side.” Anakin announced.
“No.” Leia replied.
Luke said nothing, watching the confrontation unfold before him. He would strike only when the time was right. He knew his father’s power only too well. He would not fail again. Only if he played this situation right, could he emerge with victory.
Anakin smiled, his perfect teeth reminding Leia of a vicious predator’s gaping maw.
“Then you’ve come to kill me.” Anakin said playfully.
Leia said nothing, taking her lightsaber from her side and igniting it. The room filled with a green glow as the Jedi stepped forward, poised and ready.
Anakin turned his back on Leia, exposing himself. Leia hesitated. She had been ready for an attack by him…an attack by both of them even. But he was just…ignoring her.
“You’ll be pleased to know that what’s left of your fleet is attacking the first Death Star even as we speak.” Anakin said absent mindedly as he looked out into the void of space.
“I can almost sense your beautiful mother Leia,” He continued, “I think she’s right there in the middle of the battle.”
Leia felt the rage building inside of her. She fought to maintain her focus as she circled Anakin, trying to find the perfect angle of attack.
“I’m afraid the battle is not going too well for them.” Anakin smiled as he looked over his shoulder to her. “They’ve lost over half their ships already.”
Leia attacked viciously. Her green blade struck out with a force enhanced speed that would have decapitated any other opponent. Anakin ducked the slash with a blinding speed of his own, and ignited his blue saber to meet Leia’s second attack.
The two blades clashed rapidly in front of the throne. Luke watched the melee intently. He knew Leia couldn’t win. But if he joined her at just the right moment…
Leia focused her attacks on Anakin. He deflected her blade with ease, holding his saber in one hand to show his distain for her and utter mastery of the weapon.
“Why attack me my daughter?” He spoke in the midst of her blinding attacks. “I’m not the real monster in this room.”
Ignoring him, Leia pressed her attack, only to break off when Anakin blocked everything she could muster.
“After all,” Anakin continued. “It was you brother who killed those trillions on Coruscant.”
Leia glanced at Luke standing across the room. He said nothing, but Leia sensed the truth in Anakin’s words.
“He’s the monster Leia.” Anakin continued. “Join me.”
Leia launched another attack, ignoring his words.
“He’s the monster who took your lover from you my beautiful daughter.” Anakin continued as he parried her attacks. “Behold, he still holds her captive.”
Gesturing to the window, Anakin activated a control panel on his throne and Aayla Secura’s carbonite encased body was slowly raised into view on the outside of the window by a massive mechanical arm.
“No!” Leia screamed, stepping back from her duel to turn towards Aayla’s helpless form. “Let her go!” she screamed.
“As you wish.” Anakin replied coldly. He reached out with the force again, activating the controls on the carbonite encasement. Light began to pour forth from the black carbonite, freeing Aayla from her confines into the cold void of open space.
“Oh gods no!” Leia screamed, deactivating her blade and running for the window. The carbonite cycle continued, and Aayla’s soft blue flesh began to appear as the blackness melted away.
Suddenly free of the carbonite, Aayla Secura floated helplessly in space, completely unprotected from the vacuum. In horror, Leia pounded on the glass window, separated by only a few feet from her mentor and lover.
“Noooo!” Leia screamed in frustration as she saw Aayla clutching her throat and spasming in the icy death grip of space.
“Do you know what it’s like to be in the cold void Leia?” Anakin taunted from behind her. “You feel a cold that penetrates every inch of you. The lack of air is only the beginning.”
Aayla began spewing blood from her mouth. She convulsed in agony as Leia sobbed helplessly on the other side of the glass.
“That’s her lungs, Leia.” Anakin continued. “They just ruptured from air escaping.”
Aayla began to shake uncontrollably. Leia couldn’t watch any more. Her lover was dying painfully right in front of her. There was nothing she could do to save her.
“I think she’s almost gone now.” Anakin continued, his voice amused and mocking. “Pity….I was hoping she’d fade away into nothing. Isn’t that what you Jedi do?”
Leia looked up one last time to see Aayla convulse a final time, blood coming from her nose and eyes now. Finally she stopped moving. Her lifeless body drifted forward, hitting the glass windows with a cold click.
Leia stood up and screamed in hatred. She struck at Anakin with a power born of sheer anger and aggression. Feeling her giving herself over to the very power that fueled him, Anakin laughed in triumph as he struck out at her with blue lightening bolts from his left hand. Leia screamed in pain as the attack threw her to the ground in agony.
Luke stepped close to Anakin. He was on the verge of attacking his father when Anakin sent him a deadly glare and brought his right hand to bear on his son.
“Your mechanical limbs won’t enjoy my power.” He said simply. Luke took a step back, realizing that there had been no chance to take down his father. Anakin was ready for him. “Keep your place.” Anakin growled at Luke.
More lightening tore into Leia, taking the fight out of her. She felt only pain now. Pain and defeat.
Anakin smiled. Everything was proceeding as he had foreseen.
Chapter 8 “All remaining craft follow me!” Han called into the com as he banked the Outrider sharply into the equatorial trench. The three remaining B-Wing fighters followed him closely.
“This is our last chance Han.” Padmé announced as they began racing towards the exhaust shaft at maximum speed. “Make it count.”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” Han answered as he adjusted the orientation of his ship to vertical, giving him more room to maneuver horizontally in the narrow trench.
Laser fire erupted behind them as the TIE Avengers tore into the trailing B-Wing rear shields. Padmé stood and ran for the manual turrent controls. Climbing into the gunnery chair, she spun the cannons to aft and struggled to target the Avengers firing on the B-wings behind them.
One of the B-wings exploded violently, as the two others struggled to keep pace with the Outrider. Padmé fired into the ships trailing them, destroying one utterly and damaging the shields of a second.
There were still five enemy ships behind them.
“Han! How much further!?” she called up to the cockpit.
“Hang in there, Your Worship.” Han replied. “I’m a little busy right now!”
Han’s targeting computer was tracking the exhaust port. He was closing on it rapidly. Maybe too fast to pull out. He didn’t care about that. He’d get that torpedo down the hatch if he had to follow it down.
Padmé fired again on the Avengers. She destroyed another, but another B-wing took fire from behind and exploded. The last B-wing pulled out of the trench, taking heavy fire. The two avengers followed it out--a mistake, Padmé thought. They should have stayed on the leader. There were now only two ships on their tale. Padmé opened up on them as they fired directly upon the Outrider. One Avenger exploded as the Outrider buckled violently under the attack. Padmé was thrown to the side, hitting her head on the gunnery chair. Dazedly, she saw that there was only one ship still on their tale. Struggling to focus and aim, she opened up on the last fighter. The explosion reigned debris onto the trench behind them.
“Han!” She screamed to the cockpit, “You’re clear! DO IT!”
The targeting computer beeped frantically. Han fired his proton torpedoes directly into the exhaust port. He rotated the ship to horizontal, pulling up rapidly and narrowly missing the surface of the Death Star.
Han put all power into his engines and headed away from the massive battle station. Padmé ran into the cockpit, looking out the window in horror as the green laser of the Death Star converged and focused to a single point, targeting her beautiful home planet of Naboo.
At once the Death Star exploded. A thousand points of light shattered out into space as a massive elliptical shockwave spilled forward into the void.
Padmé fell into Han’s arms. Han laughed in shock and awe.
“We did it!” Padmé cried out.
“One in a million baby.” Han said, pulling back and looking deeply into her eyes. “You’re one in a million Padmé.”
Chapter 9 Inside the throne room of the second dreaded Death Star, Emperor Anakin Skywalker lifted his daughter Leia Amidala into the air with the invisible grip of the dark side. With his other hand, he gestured towards her and her black body suit was violently ripped off. She floated there, naked and helpless before him.
Luke watched silently. Leia had lost. Now he could never defeat his father. Throughout the duel, his father had been in total control. There had never been a moment when Luke could have intervened and struck him down. If he had tried, he would be the one held helplessly in the air right now. It was over. Luke realized now that his life would be perpetual servitude to his dark father.
Anakin stripped his robes off and sat naked in his throne. The com link flashed with urgent reports from the Battle of Naboo. He ignored it. It was time to claim what was his. It was time to complete his daughter’s training. His children would rule the Empire with him. A dynasty of immortals.
Anakin brought the helpless Leia towards him. She floated powerlessly in the air above his chair. Dazedly, she looked down at his waiting erection, point towards her naked body. In horror, Leia realized what was about to happen.
“Do you recognize it Leia?” Anakin spoke softly up to her. “It’s the dick I used to create you.”
Spreading her legs with an invisible force, Anakin brought Leia down on top of him. He held her pussy suspended just above his waiting erection. She was so beautiful….so powerful….he would make her his…forever.
Manipulating her forced suspension with a subtly that only a master could possess, Anakin gently slid Leia’s hovering pussy back and forth across the head of his cock. She tried to reach out, tried to strike him, but it was no use. He held her in a vice like invisible grip.
“I will make you complete my daughter.” Anakin whispered quietly. “I will teach you the ways of power. And the ways of pleasure. And at my side, you shall rule.”
Leia tried to scream, but even that was stifled by his invisible grip on her. Indeed she had failed. She had underestimated him completely. And now all was lost. As he lowered her onto his waiting erection, Leia realized in horror that his is what her mother must have felt like during her conception.
“Indeed, she did feel like this.” Anakin said, reading her thoughts and looking directly into her eyes. “Your thoughts betray you, daughter. As did your MOTHER.”
Anakin began to raise and lower Leia up and down on his rock hard cock. He sat back in his throne lazily, not touching her at all. The force grip he had on her did all the work for him. Standing nearby, Luke could almost perceive the invisible black hand of the darkside that held his half sister in its twisted embrace.
Leia felt hatred she had never before known. Hatred for Anakin, hatred for her mother who had lied to her. Hatred for her bastard brother. The hate swelled in her, filling her with fire. The warmth of the hatred melted the icy grip of Anakin’s force hold on her. She could move her arms for the first time. Taking hold of Anakin by the shoulders, she suddenly realized she didn’t want to move off him yet… not just yet….not when his cock felt so good …so right.
Leia began to let the hatred spread through her lower body, it allowed her to gyrate her pelvis on top of him. Looking down at her father, Leia smiled cruelly.
“Is this what you want, motherfucker?” She snarled at him, pushing her pussy up and down on his cock. “Fucking your mother wasn’t enough for you? You need your daughter’s pussy too?”
Anakin looked up at her in surprise. For the first time, doubt crept into his face.
“Oh yes, father.” Leia continued. “Your thoughts betray you as well. I see what turned you to the dark side now.”
Anakin reached up and grabbed Leia’s perfect breasts. The memory of his mother came back to him. He didn’t want Leia to know of that. He didn’t want his dark past revealed. Taking her firmly in his hands, he began to pump her violently on his erection. The force combined with his arm strength to give Leia an aggressive pummeling.
“Would you know my mind Leia?” Anakin said coldly as he savagely fucked his daughter.
“Huhh! Huh! Huh!” Leia gasped, the pounding stimulating her pussy.
“Would you know the origin of your brother as well?” Anakin asked.
As he spoke, Luke stepped close behind the two writhing lovers, approaching the throne as they fucked violently. His white uniform discarded, Luke brought his erection to the inner curve of Leia’s back.
Leia and Anakin looked questioningly at him as he trailed his cock-head down the curve of Leia’s spine, her sweat collecting on the head of his erection.
“Now you know the truth Leia.” Luke whispered into her ear as he brought his dick to her puckered asshole. “The Skywalker legacy is twisted and…evil.”
As he slid his dick into his sister’s tight ass, Luke’s black metal arms took her by the shoulders. Both Anakin and Luke began to double fuck the beautiful brunette. The Death Star throne room filled with Leia’s moans as the incestuous coupling intensified.
“We are one.” Anakin announced, still holding Leia by her breasts, thrusting up into her. Leia moaned as Luke sank his cock deeper, completely bottoming out inside her ass.
“We are one being…of darkness.” Anakin continued. Luke reached into his sister’s mind more deeply than ever before. He shared a stronger connection with her than his father did. He knew it to be true.
Anakin and Luke continued their violent double fuck of Leia. She screamed out, not in pain but in pleasure. She was full. More full than she had ever imagined possible. She was taking cock in both ends…and she loved it. Loved the perversion. The perversion of mating with her own flesh and blood. The taboo of being fucked by her father and brother together.
“Ohhhhhhh!!!” Leia screamed out. “Ohhhhh MY GODS!!” her body was being pummeled backwards and forwards from two large cocks. It was the most intense feeling of her life.
And in the midst of the incestuous fuck session, Leia began to see how she could defeat them both. She could fuck them for years if that’s what it took to gain their confidence. Then she would strike. While they slept. Poison perhaps. She would fuck and suck them both until they trusted her completely. Then she would kill her father and brother and take control of their Empire.
Luke sensed his sister’s descent. Peering into her mind, he saw his sister as a being of pure light….now falling into darkness. Leia was descending into an abyss of blackness…the abyss of the darkside. It was all Luke had ever known--this blackness. He had been born to it…conceived by it. But seeing his sister becoming black and decayed….seeing her purity destroyed and replaced by the cruelty of malice. It filled him with something he had never felt before. Luke Skywalker felt sorrow.
As Leia embraced the dark lust surrounding her, she began to embrace the wild fuck she was receiving. Contracting her inner pussy muscles around Anakin’s cock, she began stimulating her father to orgasm. Anakin smiled in delight as he felt his daughter giving herself to him fully.
“Do you like that father?” Leia rasped. “Do you like your baby’s pussy?”
Luke reached into her mind with the force. He found her in the blackness. She was so dim now, she almost didn’t stand out from the blackness anymore.
LEIA. He called to her.
YOU LIKE MY ASS DON’T YOU, BROTHER? Luke ignored her dark surface thoughts and probed for her inner feelings.
LEIA. HEAR ME. Almost imperceptibly, Leia slowed the pace of her fucking.
LEIA. DO YOU WANT THIS? It was a simple question. From brother to his sister.
LUKE! NO! GODS NO! PLEASE LUKE! PLEASE SAVE ME FROM THIS! Luke heard her cry. The last plea from the only person he had ever felt a connection with. He slid out of her body and stepped close to his father. Luke made his choice.
In one swift motion, Luke grabbed Anakin’s chin in one hand and the top of his head with the other. His black metal hands formed a death grip on his father. Anakin’s shock and fury came forth like a dark tidal wave. Leia was suddenly thrown back to the ground from the force of his anger. Luke twisted rapidly. Anakin’s neck snapped under the merciless mechanical grip of his son.
At once, it was over. Anakin Skywalker, Emperor of the First Galactic Empire, was dead.
Chapter 10 Luke walked over to Leia’s naked body and lifted her to her feet. Leia met his gaze, her eyes filling with tears.
“Oh Luke…” Leia cried. “I was falling to darkness.”
“Yes.”
“I was falling and you saved me.” Leia continued, her voice barely under control.
“You saved me, Leia.”
Leia looked into his eyes. The arrogance and cruelty was gone. Luke’s eyes didn’t have the unearthly glow that Leia had come to fear. He looked on her as a brother should. He looked on her with love.
The emergency com signal finally caught their attention, breaking the moment between the two siblings. Gathering up his pants, Luke walked over to the throne controls. Ignoring his father’s lifeless body, he answered the incessant beeping.
“This is the Grand Admiral. What is it?”
“Sir!” Admiral Piett’s voice was desperate with fear, “The rebels have destroyed the Death Star!”
Luke said nothing, only looking to Leia. Her face was elated. For the first time in his life, he shared the joy she was feeling. He knew what it was to stand with the light.
“Very well.” He replied to Piett. “Is the final checkout complete?”
“Yes sir, but-“
“Then bring the engines online.” Luke cut him off. “It’s time we showed the rebels the power of the new Death Star.”
“Yes, Admiral.” Piett cut the transmission.
Leia gave Luke a fearful glace. His smile set her at ease. As he approached her, he took her arms in his mechanical hands.
“One down. One to go, my sister.” He said confidently. “Get to your ship. I’m going to end this. Once and for all.”
Leia’s eyes went wide, realizing what he was saying.
“Luke no! Run away! Far away! With me…” She pleaded.
“You don’t understand Leia.” Luke turned to the window, looking out into space. Aayla’s body had long since floated into the depths.
“What he told you was true.” Luke continued. “I did destroy Coruscant.”
Leia said nothing.
“I cannot go with you.” Luke went on. “I have too much blood on my…” he looked down at his black metal limbs “my…hands.” he snorted.
“No one will ever know.” Leia implored. “We can..”
“I’ll know.” Luke said with finality. “I have much to atone for.”
Leia stood there helplessly…sensing suddenly what he was planning to do.
“Go.” Luke turned to face her again. “I love you, sister.”
Leia walked forward and embraced Luke. She wanted to hold him forever. But as the Death Star began to hum as the engines powered up, she realized it was time to part.
Reluctantly, Leia turned and threw on Luke’s uniform jacket. Half naked, she ran for the elevator shaft.
Standing next to his father’s corpse, Luke watched her go. He felt sadness, but serenity as well. This was the right thing to do. The only thing to do.
Putting on his pants, Luke ignited his lightsaber and prepared to destroy the second Death Star.
Chapter 11 The Central Control room hummed with the newly activated computers of the Death Star’s multitude of systems. The station was ready for action.
“Admiral?” a lieutenant controlling the tactical readout station asked, “Do you think we could test fire the station on Endor? I hate those furry natives.”
A round of laughter rang out around the bridge. Piett was not amused.
“Only the Emperor himself commands the targeting assignments of this station.” He snapped. “You would do well to remember that.”
The rebuffed officer returned to his duties quietly. Piett couldn’t believe how sloppy these men were getting. Joking at a time like this. When the first Death Star had just been obliterated. My gods, he thought…the rebels could actually win!
At once, a red glow fell over the room. A humming sound brought Piett’s attention to the door. Grand Admiral Luke Skywalker entered. He wore only his white pants, his jacket discarded. He’s muscular chest and robotic limbs only made him more ominous. As he approached, lightsaber in hand, Piett found something different about his commanding officer…the eyes were….different.
“Hear me.” Luke announced to the control room. “The Emperor is dead.”
The silence of disbelief filled the control room.
“I am taking control of this station.” He said flatly. “You all should evacuate. Now.”
Piett slowly retreated from the Grand Admiral. He knew a coup when he saw one.
“GET OUT!” Luke screamed, his red blade menacing the officers.
At once they left their stations and ran into the hallway. Piett joined them, as Luke sealed the doors behind them.
“Sir?” the tactical station lieutenant asked Piett.
“It’s a coup.” Piett announced to the assembled men. “Get some troops down here now.”
“Check on the Emperor!” he called out to the bewildered security officers standing down the corridor. They turned and ran for the elevator to the throne room.
Taking an officer aside, Piett whispered, “Get a legion of your best troops on this door. Tell them to kill the Grand Admiral.”
Chapter 12 Luke plotted a course away from the sanctuary moon. He knew where to take this station. He would take it straight to hell’s inferno.
On the other side of the door, he heard the voices of assembling soldiers. They would not give up the Death Star without a fight. Locking the coordinates into the nava-computer, he activated the propulsion system at maximum velocity.
Endor slowly began moving away. On the view screen, Luke saw the sun in the distance. It was getting closer every second. He just had to hold them off. Hold them off until it was too late to stop it.
Chapter 13 Leia ducked from bulkhead to bulkhead. She realized she couldn’t have been more conspicuous. She was half naked on an enemy space station, wearing only the white uniform jacket of the Grand Admiral. Under different circumstances, it would have been comical.
But as conspicuous as she was, Leia sensed there was confusion and turmoil all around her. The station was moving now…fast. It was Luke, she realized. He was taking the Death Star to its doom. And if she didn’t get out of here, she’d be going with it.
Moving less cautiously, she ran towards the hanger deck. She only hoped he could keep them too distracted to catch her in a tractor beam. Silently, she ran barefoot through the cold metal hallways.
Chapter 14 Sparks shot forth from the sealed entry door of the Death Star’s control room. Luke quickly sat up from his meditative position and spun to face the door, his lightsaber ignited.
The door exploded violently and black clad imperial troops poured forth. Luke ripped a computer console from the wall with the force and threw it at the approaching soldiers. Even as they fired, their bodies were crushed by the massive tactical computer hurling across the room. After a pause, four more soldiers came through the entry. Luke threw his lightsaber from across the room, cutting two of them down.
Pulling his blade back into the air, he sliced into the remaining two troops, controlling the blade in the air from fifteen feet away.
Suddenly a series of thermal detonators were thrown through the entry way. The mad fools, Luke thought. Reaching out with the force, he reversed the trajectories of the lobbed explosives, sending them back through the doorway into the hands of their owners.
The explosions were so violent, they ripped the entire hallway apart. As the smoke cleared, Luke saw the stack of bodies in the corridor. He had killed over thirty men. He saw what looked like Piett’s corpse among the shredded bodies. As the smoke continued to clear, he realized the problem.
There was no longer a small door to defend. The blast had opened the entire wall to the corridor. Pulling his lightsaber into his hand, he ducked down behind the navigation control console. Looking behind him, the sun was growing larger on the view screen. Close….getting close….
But they were coming.
Chapter 15 Leia peered into the hanger deck. There were at least twenty troops surrounding her X-wing. She felt her heart sink. She would never get passed them. Maybe at her best she could have taken them. But right now she barely had the strength to keep running.
“All officers and men!” a voice called over the Death Star com system, “Converge on Central Control! Intruder in Central Command!”
After a brief moment of staring at each other, the assembled troops of the hanger deck shrugged and ran for the primary exit. Leia felt a moment of elation as she saw a clear, unprotected path to her trusty X-wing. Artoo was looking around nervously from the top of the fighter, no doubt anxious to know what was going on.
But something held her back. Luke. He was in Central Command. Single-handedly fighting the entire Empire. She should go to him. Help him…
GO LEIA. GO! She heard him clearly now. And as a tear ran down her check, she sprinted for her cockpit.
Chapter 16 Laser fire erupted over Luke’s head. He ducked down from the barrage, and flattened himself on the floor. Reaching out with the force, he grabbed the mind of one of the soldiers near the door. Luke may have come back from the dark side…but he still knew how to use it.
Seizing the man’s mind, Luke had him turn to the soldier next to him and fire directly into his face. In confusion, Luke had him fire again and again, killing four more of the troops. The ensuing return fire went wild, and Luke kept his head down as the volley shifted from his direction and the troops began hitting each other in confusion.
The old Luke would have laughed at the carnage he was creating. But right now it only saddened him. They should be evacuating. They should leave this station before he reached his destination. Turning back to the view screen, the yellow glare of the sun now filled the viewer.
Distracted with the sun, Luke noticed the grenade a second to late, catching it with the force, he sent it back towards—
The grenade exploded, throwing Luke into the view screen. He clutched his stomach in agony. Looking down in a haze, he saw that his bare chest was completely torn open from the shrapnel. In horror, he saw his internal organs hanging forth from his lower abdomen. He clutched at them with his left arm, only to find it was partially blown off, ragged wires hanging from his mechanical hand.
Luke screamed in rage and pulled his spilling intestines back into his body with what was left of his arm. He needed to stay alive….if only for a few more minutes.
As more troops began to fire on him and advance into the room, Luke threw his lightsaber again, cutting down three of them. Collapsing to his back behind the wreckage of the destroyed central command room, he looked up at the shattered view screen.
The Death Star was entering the star’s corona now. He could see it…he could sense it….even the heat was apparent now….
Looking down at his shredded chest and stomach, Luke lost his focus and his lightsaber fell to the ground. All around him the Death Star began to groan. The gravity of the sun beginning to take hold.
Luke tried to throw his lightsaber one last time. He pulled it from the ground and sent it spinning wildly into the crowd of troops. The screams echoed through the control room. Finally, Luke lost his control over the weapon. He heard them advancing now. Only a few feet away.
It was too late for them. Too late to stop it. Luke knew it. The gravity of the sun had them. The station’s outer plating began to buckle. Luke smiled as consciousness faded….the Death Star dies in a star. It was almost poetic.
As he slipped away, the Imperial troops poured into the room. In horror, they saw the raging fire of the sun on the viewscreen. Forgetting Luke, some ran, others fell to their knees in despair.
And as the Death Star imploded, the Son of Suns became one with the force.
Chapter 17 Leia had watched the station enveloped by the massive fireball of the sun. It had been beautiful…and horrifying to behold. The Empire was at an end. The holo-net was buzzing with news. The Emperor’s Planetary Governors had all died today…some kind of massive shock to their systems had killed them all at the same moment. Planets across the galaxy were celebrating as the bodies of their hated rulers where carried high by the mobs.
Most of the governor’s faces were that of old men. Old men who all were barely holding onto life. Leia knew the truth. Anakin’s death had been like a psychic shockwave that had ripped the last of life from the clones. The era of the Emperor and his clone army was at an end.
There would be an Imperial remnant of course. Leia was sure that Tarkin was rallying all remaining Imperial ships to his command vessel, the Executor, even as the Empire collapsed. They would likely become warlords of the outlying systems. Maybe even a threat again some day. But for now…it was over.
Bringing the ship out of hyperspace, Leia put her X-wing in orbit of Naboo. If there was anything left of the Alliance, they would surely be here.
“Artoo,” she called back to her faithful droid, “Any rebel signals?”
The astromech whistled excitedly and gave Leia coordinates of a rebel signal on Naboo’s surface.
Chapter 18 Padmé Amidala rode Han’s cock in the thick grass of the Nabooan hillside, the magestic waterfall in the distance making this her favorite place to picnic as a child.
Han looked up at the beautiful older woman in awe. She was amazing…insatiable. She rode him like a wild Gundark, her completely nude body the perfect compliment to this picturesque environment. She was of this planet…and it suited her. Her perfect breasts and still tight ass sensuously gyrated atop Han’s throbbing erection as he fucked the beautiful woman in the Nabooan sun.
“Oh Han…” she moaned, “It’s been sooo long for me….soooo long….”
“That’s So-lo sweetheart,” Han said smugly, as he thrust up into her deeply.
Padmé giggled like a school girl, tracing her hands across his masculine chest.
Han rolled sideways, keeping his cock inside of her. Padmé smiled as he placed her on her back in the soft grass and began forcefully pounding into her.
Leia approached from nearby. As she watched her mother and Han writhing in sexual ecstasy, she felt a pang of jealousy. Han had rescued her from Bespin. She had always had it in the back of her mind that they may someday wind up together. It may have been a girlish crush for the man who had charged to her rescue…but seeing her mother getting pummeled by Han’s lengthy dick brought out strange feelings in Leia.
This was her family….well…all that was left of it. The Alliance had been devastated by the war just like most of the galaxy. All she had left were the people in front of her…and the time Luke had given to her.
Silently, Leia approached the oblivious lovers from behind. She felt herself getting aroused. Her mother was moaning in pleasure as Han expertly shafted her small body. Shrugging off the white uniform jacket of her brother, she kneeled down behind Han. Gently, she reached forward and caressed his balls from behind as he fucked Padmé.
Han suddenly froze and spun his head around in shock. Leia smiled at him as she tenderly massaged his ball sack. Han gave Leia his crooked “smuggler’s grin” and slowly continued pounding into Padmé.
Padmé was in such ecstasy that she didn’t even notice the pause in Han’s fucking. Her eyes were closed as she rolled her head back and forth in the grass, loving every minute of this victory fuck.
Han continued pounding into Padmé as Leia quietly slid along side her mother. Flashing Han a wicked grin, Leia lowered her mouth to Padmé’s right nipple. Padmé moan in pleasure, then suddenly jumped as she looked down to see her beautiful daughter sucking in her breast.
“Leia!” she screamed, “You’re alive! You’re…what are you…?”
“Shhh,” Leia whispered up to her beautiful mother. “I never got to do this as a child mother….I feel so deprived of you.”
With that, Leia began gently nursing on her mother’s breast. Padmé was panting in shock at the wanton display. It was almost too much to take in at once. Her daughter alive, her daughter sucking on her while Han fucked her…
Leia lifted her head and brought her face up, stroking her mother’s cheek and kissing Padmé tenderly on the lips. Padmé timidly returned the kiss, still not sure if this was real or not.
“It’s real mom.” Leia whispered, “It’s over. We’ve won.”
Han slowly slid his dick out of Padmé. He had never seen anything like the incestuous spectacle unfolding in front of him. His erection throbbed with his heartbeat, more aroused than he ever remembered being.
Seeing him pull out, Leia slid down the length of Padmé’s body and brought herself face to face with Han’s throbbing dick. Without a word she took the Correllian cock deep into her mouth, as she raised her leg to straddle her mother’s face.
Han groaned in pleasure as Leia sucked him and teased his shaft with her tongue. Below Leia, Padmé starred up fearfully into her daughter’s wet, waiting pussy. It looked so…inviting…but this was INSANE! Her mind called out. Leia can’t actually want me too…
Reading her mother’s thoughts, Leia let Han’s lengthy member slide from her mouth as she lowered her tongue into Padmé’s shaking pussy. Tasting the sweet forbidden fruit of her mother’s pussy, Leia moaned with arousal as she began teasing and tonguing Padmé’s pussy with all the skills Aayla had taught her.
Padmé writhed in wanton sexual pleasure from the skillful ministrations of her sultry daughter. Again looking up at Leia’s pussy, she saw how wet it was…how beautiful. Looking closely…Padmé noticed how puffy Leia’s pussy lips were…like she’d been recently fucked. Hard.
As Padmé looked more closely, she even noticed what looked like dried cum running from Leia’s pussy down her inner thigh. Before she could think about it, Leia raised her head and turned back to Padmé.
“Ohhh mom….don’t just stare at it….” She said seductively, “Eat it.”
Lowering her pussy onto Padmé’s face, Leia moaned as she felt her mother tentatively licking on her wet, waiting pussy.
Taking Han’s cock in her hand, Leia began pumping on his dick with her fist as she resumed devouring her mother’s pussy.
“Good gods Leia…” Han whispered, “What’s gotten into you?”
Leia raised her head from her mother’s pussy and sensuously licked her way up to the shaft of Han’s cock.
“I don’t know,” Leia whispered, “Maybe I have too much of my father in me.”
THE END
Quotes from George Lucas's movie Star Wars: Episode VI - Return of the Jedi (1983)
