A/N: Well, here it is. My first fanfiction entry.

I got the idea to write this after reading a similar fanfic, A Song of Ice and Fire Swords by Darthkvzn, so thanks to him for the inspiration!

It's taken me a while to write the first two chapters, which is mostly just the Empire plotting, but we'll get to good stuff soon, don't worry. I am a first timer here, so reviews and criticism are welcome.

Enjoy! (P.S. I don't own Star Wars or Game of Thrones)

Chapter 1 – The Emperor's Task

Admiral Piett walked onto the bridge of the Super Star Destroyer Executor, rubbing the bags under his tired eyes, the result of a sever lack of sleep. Two security troopers in sloping helmets saluted him as he approached. He returned the salute, trying to keep up his commanding posterior despite the extreme tiredness.

His second-in-command, Captain Scree, snapped to attention when he saw the man approach. "Admiral on deck!"

"At ease," Piett told the captain. "Anything to report, Captain?"

"All systems are functioning normally, sir."

"Any news of the rebels?"

Scree shook his head. "No, sir, there's been nothing back from any of our probe droids and the patrols have nothing to report."

Piett sighed and rubbed his temples. Ever since the rebels had evaded them on Cloud City, Lord Vader had had the entire fleet working around the clock to locate any trace of the Rebel Alliance, specifically Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia. They had scoured the Outer Rim territories for months, chasing false leads and red herrings. The crews had settled into a mundane routine of sitting and waiting for news, which Piett knew was bad for moral. All the while, Vader remained in his chambers, refusing to come out until they had found conclusive proof of the rebel's whereabouts.

"Keep the scanners on and report to me the minute you find anything," Piett ordered Scree. The Captain saluted the Admiral and walked away to perform his duty.

"If you ask me, the rebels are done for." Piett heard a snide voice from behind him. He knew who it was before he even turned around. General Veers was looking smugly pleased with himself as he always did. Also, the lack of bags under his eyes showed he had clearly been getting more sleep then Piett, much to the Admiral's annoyance. "We've seen them off," the General continued. "They're scattered across the Galaxy, leaderless, with their will to fight shattered."

Piett gritted his teeth. Veers had become so full of himself ever since his assault against the rebel base on Hoth had been a storming victory for the Empire. To make matters worse, Veers wasn't the one Darth Vader was displeased with. Piett had lived with the danger of invoking his wrath for losing the Millennium Falcon.

"The rebels' will to fight may stronger than you anticipate, General," Piett stated bitterly. "I believe that they are biding their time, building up their forces until they are strong enough to attack."

Veers laughed in dry amusement. "An attack? More like suicide. They wouldn't dare attack a fleet this size with the forces they possess."

Piett felt his hands curl into fists. Veers' arrogance irritated him more every minute. "Need I remind you of the Battle of Yavin? Of how one – ONE – rebel fighter was able to bypass the Death Star's defences and destroy the Empire's ultimate weapon, resulting in the deaths of several prominent Officers, including Grand Moff Tarkin himself, and our most humiliating defeat to date."

Veers bristled at the Admiral's words, his smug look faded to be replaced by a scowl. "Tarkin was a fool! If he hadn't let the rebels escape with the stolen plans, they would have never found the station's weakness and exploited it! It was his own idiocy that lead to his fate."

"That is precisely why it is imperative that we find the rebels before they can regroup," Piett cut in. "If they can destroy something as large and powerful as the Death Star then they are a more capable advisory than we thought. Tarkin was foolish and arrogant, that much is true, and we can't afford to make his mistakes."

Veers' smug smile returned. "Then I suggest you find the rebels and fast, Admiral. Lord Vader is not a patient man after all."

Piett was about to respond to Veers' patronizing words when he was interrupted by Captain Scree. "Admiral, General! We are receiving a transmission from the Emperor," the Captain reported hastily. "He demands you and Lord Vader's prescience."

"Tell his Majesty we'll be we are on are way." Piett began walking off the bridge, Veers following suit.

The two Imperial Officers walked down the Executor's metal corridors in an unconfutable silence. It was becoming apparent to Piett that even Veers' mere presence vexed him.

"Do you think the Emperor has news of the rebels?" Veers inquired.

Piett took a deep breath. Rebels. The very word now set his teeth on edge. That was all he had heard for the past few months, blasted rebels! He would happily take any other assignment the Emperor had for him if it meant he could stop hearing that accursed word!

They continued deeper into the bowls of the Executor until they reached a door where Piett entered in the code. The door slid open reviling a dark chamber. A metallic, rasping voice addressed the two officers as they entered.

"You are late."

"My apologies, Lord Vader," was all Piett could manage.

Darth Vader stood in the chamber's centre, his towering figure looming over the Veers and Piett. Had it not been for his deep, low breathing, the two men may have been completely oblivious to his presence: in his black armour, flowing cap and skull-like mask, Vader was one with the shadows.

On the far wall of the chamber, the holographic figure of Emperor Palpatine flickered, dressed in his usual black robes with his hood concealing his face, leaving only his strange yellow eyes visible. The Admiral and the General knelt before the hologram in respect for the ruler of the Galactic Empire.

"Your Majesty," they said in union.

"Aries, Admiral, General." The Emperor's voice had all the warmth and comfort of dry old parchment. "I wish to offer my congratulations on driving the rebels from their base on Hoth."

"Thank you, your Majesty," Veers began but Palpatine cut him off.

"And my displeasure at your incompetence of letting their leaders escape you on Besbin!"

"Your Majesty, I can explain…" Piett tried but Palpatine interrupted him as well.

"I am not interested in your excuses, Admiral!" the Emperor sneered. Piett reminded himself to hold his tough. "Thanks to you the rebels and their leaders have fled into the outermost regions of the Galaxy."

"I understand, your Majesty, but we are doing everything possible to track them down. Our probe droids are scouring all systems with known attachments to the rebellion and our ships on high alert."

"And what do you have to show for all your work, Admiral?" Vader rasped. "Nothing. My master is very displeased."

Piett remained silent. He glanced over at Veers, who's look of fear mirrored his own. Vader moved closer and pointed a leather clad finger at them. "If it were my decision, neither of you would be standing here at this moment." The threat was clear in the Sith's voice.

"You are quite right, Lord Vader," the Emperor said suddenly. "It is not your decision. That is why the Admiral and General have another chance to redeem themselves. As do you."

Vader didn't respond to Palpatine's last remark. He just stood, reminiscing on how he allowed Luke Skywalker to escape him. He knew his master was displeased by this. Furthermore, his son had been within his grasp and Vader had foolishly let him get away, making him cures himself for giving into his feelings. That must not – would not – happen again.

Finally, Vader turned back to the hologram of the Emperor and bowed. "Yes, my master."

A yellow toothed grin split the Emperor's face. "Good, good. Now, are you ready for your next task?"

Piett and Veers nodded. Vader remained silent.

"Excellent." Beside the Emperor a second hologram appeared, this one of a star system that consisted of a sun and a lone planet orbiting it. "Do any of you recognize this system?"

Piett, who was familiar with the star charts of the many systems of the galaxy, shook his head. "No, your Majesty. What is its name?"

"It has no name. Our astrologers have only just discovered it. It is located on the very edge of the Unknown Regions, far from any greatly populated systems. From what little we know, it is inhabited by a low-class civilization who have not yet developed space travel."

"And what importance is some backwater world like this to the Empire, your Majesty?" Veers asked.

"This planet will form the foundation of a new military compound, dedicated to a new weapons program currently under development by Imperial Intelligence. The planet's seclusion makes it the perfect place to operate without interference from the rebellion.

"This is your mission: capture the planet and subjugate its people, in the name of the Empire. You will be granted five legions of Stormtroopers, your flagship the Executor, as well as four other Star Destroyers of your choice. The rest of the fleet is needed to continue the search for the rebels. I have already forwarded the coordinates to your navigation computers. Go now, and prepare."

Veers and Piett bowed and left the chamber to carry out the Emperor's instructions, leaving Darth Vader alone with his master. "Lord Vader, I sense frustration within you. Tell me what is wrong, my friend."

"My master, although I could not capture Skywalker, I swear I will not fail you this time." Vader felt his anger boiling inside of him. Good. He would unleash his rage upon the people of this new world. It and its people would feel the full might of the Empire and the Dark Side.

"Rest assured, Lord Vader, I have complete faith in your power," Palpatine said with another toothy smile. "Now go."

As the hologram of his master faded, the Sith Apprentice strode back towards the bridge, eager as ever to please his Emperor.