Title: Tug-Of-War
Author: Darth Skywalker
Author's Email: [email protected]
Category: Series
Key Words: Luke, Han, Leia, Mara, Vader, Xizor, Thrawn, Karrde, Jabba, Guri, Fett, Lando
Spoilers: A New Hope, Tales From The Empire
Rating: PG
Summary: Begins immediately after A New Hope, and then fast-fowards to six months later. Yavin 4 is being evacuated. Darth Vader has been exiled by the Emperor but wants to prove his master wrong. Mara Jade has an assignment with Boba Fett that she will look back on years later and shudder over. Thrawn decides to take a little trip before his final assignment in the Core Region. A Dark Jedi is discovered under the command of a mysterious lady. What effect will she have on these events?
Disclaimer: This is a work of Fan Fiction. Star Wars and its characters are the property of Lucasfilm Ltd and no copyright infringement is intended. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money is being made off of it.
Authors note: All feedback, good or bad, is welcome! I'm just a fan fic writer here trying to finally complete a full-length work, something I have yet to do in my writing career, so please let me know how I am doing!

Tug-Of-War

Prologue

Six Months Ago

Darth Vader had sat in the trench, muttering moments earlier to himself, "The Force is strong with this one," as the X-Wing pilot he had been ready to gun down prepared to shoot his proton torpedoes into the main reactor of the Death Star. But the sensation passed, and moments before he squeezed down the trigger of his ion cannon, he grinned underneath his mask and said "I have you now."

He then pushed the trigger, but the shot went wide.

"What?" he had yelled in confusion, and then he was cut off as he felt his custom TIE crash against his wingman, and a massive headache began to overpower him as a result. He quickly used the Force to begin healing himself, but as he did, he noticed that his ship was spinning out of control and...his other wingman was gone.

Then he felt it. He peered around to see...the Millennium Falcon...the ship that he had let go from the Death Star in the hopes that it would lead them to the hidden Rebel Base. Grand Moff Tarkin had expressed doubt to Vader openly about the entire plan...but Vader had said nothing in response to Tarkin's lack of faith.

Now, he saw that Tarkin had been right.

Luckily, Vader would not have to face a confrontation from him on this subject, he realized ruefully, as he witnessed the Death Star explode into a supernova quite similar to that which had occurred, ironically, when the very same station had destroyed the planet of Alderaan.

Vader was thrown back in his seat, the loss of life sending him reeling, and his ship once again flew out of control. He could not focus on the Force and had no time in advance to prepare for this disturbance. At least when Tarkin had decided to destroy Alderaan, Vader had ample time to put up barriers around his mind so he would not hear the screams of pain, death, and terror as he saw Alderaan's decimation aboard the Death Star.

But that was not the case now.

Fortunately for Vader, no one had taken notice of his escape and mercifully, no Rebel fighter had decided to do anything about it. It was something that he hoped sincerely they would come to regret, and from the proddings that the Force gave him, he believed his wishes would come true.

After several minutes of thanking the Force for his life, he then realized the inevitable.

He would have to explain himself to the Emperor...and it would not be good for him. His Master had never truly been displeased with what he had created from the remains of Anakin Skywalker, as for the last twenty years he had scoured the entire galaxy in search of remaining Jedi and had systematically wiped them all out, one-by-one. The irony had indeed been great. The Jedi were finished off by one who had been their own, and to make it worse he had been seen as the "Chosen One." Vader had now realized what he was chosen for...to eliminate them.

Despite this attempt to think about the past and as a result digress from his earlier thoughts, Vader came back to the present and then began to dread the future. The Emperor would not be pleased at all. Not only had Vader been the primary one responsible for the error in the pivotal moment of battle, but the Emperor would have been able to view the entire battle through the Force. Such was the power of Vader's master...and Vader shuddered to think what would happen if he were to have that power directed at him.

As Vader mused on these thoughts, he sensed something was about to happen and he shook away any
thoughts of the past or the future and focused solely on the present. He noted that his starfighter had repaired all damage and was fully functional once again. Vader raised his shields, a feature only boasted by his customizable fighter and none other in the entire fleet. He then prepared his sensors and made sure his weapons were ready to go.

As he finalized the checks, he waited to see what would happen. A minute passed...then two...then three...and eventually, Vader's impatience got the best of him. Howver, he chided himself and stretched out to the Force for guidance...and then he saw what would happen.

As he opened his eyes, the Star Destroyer he had just seen in his vision appeared before him and
immediately locked onto his ship with a tractor beam.

Vader thought the immediacy of the entire action rather strange...almost as if they had been expecting him...

And then the dread hit him as he sensed the presence aboard the Star Destroyer itself...

No, it couldn't be...but it was...

The Emperor himself was aboard the Star Destroyer...and as Vader further searched through the Force, he realized that his master had immediately seen what was to happen to the Death Star and had rushed out to prevent it...but had come too late. Now he would deal with his most loathsome creation regarding this matter...as soon as possible, Vader feared.

As the tractor beam pulled him into a docking bay, Vader shut down the ship except for life support, and then he saw the stormtroopers lined in formation, awaiting his arrival. Despite Vader's fear for what was about to happen to him within the next several moments, he opened his mind to the troopers out of curiosity and queried their emotions. He was shocked to find them amused...but then he got over the shock and realized that they had a right to be. They were standing in front of the Dark Lord who had come not in honor but in shame...being saved from danger from the Emperor, who had been reduced to a baby-sitter. Vader again shuddered upon thinking about the Emperor, and as he stepped out the custom TIE, he noticed two men approaching him.

Captain Niriz....and Grand Admiral Thrawn of the Chiss.

So...Vader was aboard the Admonitor. Interesting...Thrawn had definitely been currying for the Emperor's favor...and Vader realized that to deliver him personally to the Emperor would no doubt increase his status in the Emperor's eyes even more.

But the man did not worry Vader. Deep down inside, in fact, he had a certain respect for the blue-skinned, red-eyed alien that few Imperial officers had ever inspired in Vader, Tarkin aside. He did not think that Thrawn would try to rise to a higher position merely by using Vader as his stepping-stone...a man like Thrawn was above that.

As the two men approached, Vader nodded cordially to them. "Admiral Thrawn...Captain Niriz."

Thrawn nodded to the Dark Lord. "Lord Vader. We welcome you aboard the Admonitor."

Niriz also gave Vader a cordial bow in addition to the nod. "My Lord...ah, the Emperor is aboard and wishes to see you immediately...we have an impromptu throne room set up where he is waiting for you...if you'll follow us, sir?"

As Vader silently began following the two officers as his response, his fear increased tenfold as he realized his premonitions were correct. The Emperor was aboard after all...

Vader tried to walk as slowly as possible, but at one point when he noticed that Thrawn and Niriz were nearly several feet in front of him, he finally stopped with his nonsense and decided to face up for what he had done...if it was anything, at all...as he caught up to them.

Thrawn and Niriz finally stopped before a door, and as it opened, Vader could sense the dark presence of his master invading his mind before he saw him and he communicated with his servant.

Lord Vader, I have been expecting you...

My Master...

He noticed immediately that there was no "Welcome," or "My friend," or any of the usual greetings that the Emperor normally gave him when they met as the door opened and the trio walked up the stairs.

The chair was turned towards the stars, but it turned around as the three of them stepped onto the same parallel ground as the Emperor's. No doubt the Emperor had sensed them through the Force.

"Thank you Admiral Thrawn, Captain Niriz. I appreciate your hospitality in allowing me to use the Admonitor's facilities...and now, you may leave us."

Before they left, though, Vader noticed that they properly added their graciousness to the Emperor, and he noticed before all this that the Emperor had not acknowledged Vader at all.

"We are honored with your presence, my Emperor," said Thrawn, kneeling quickly and bowing his head.

"My Master, it was a pleasure working with you," said Niriz, doing the same as Thrawn.

The Emperor leered. "As it was with you...and as it will be in the future...but we will discuss this matter further, both of you. Now leave us...guards, you may leave as well," the Emperor said, addressing his crimson soldiers armed with their signature Force pikes.

Vader tried to think of anything to delay his impending doom, but as he felt the last guard file out of the room, he then looked up from kneeling to his master. The Emperor had maintained his smile until the last guard had left, but now he openly glared at Vader.

"You have failed me, Vader," he barked. "You had already foiled two of their attack runs...and the third should have been easy...he was one fighter, alone by himself. There were three of you. What harm could one fighter against three pose, especially with the best pilot the Empire has in command of the situation?"

Vader did not answer...he knew it was unwise to try and put excuses before the Emperor, and he had only heard of those who had tried to do so...because he had never seen them again.

The Emperor's glare turned into a sneer. "Not only have you humiliated me and turned me into a baby-sitting service solely for you, but the Rebels have crippled us and have received an opportunity to regroup, expand, and plan more infiltrations for the future."

He then closed his eyes and grinned...and that made Vader fear for his life even more.

"Ah, I can sense your fear...it has been strong within you since the event...I can understand, my servant...I can..." Palpatine said, as he looked at Vader sadly.

Without warning, lightning bolts shot out from the Emperor's hands and Vader was knocked back, toppling down the stairs. As he flipped over, he noticed the sad look on the Emperor's face had been replaced with one of insane, uncontrolled, raw anger. The Emperor stood up and continued his advance, his eyes growing wider with every second.

The pain was so much for Vader that he began to lose his sight and involuntarily, he began to shriek in horror, hoping that perhaps those would serve as pleas for the Emperor to spare his life.

To Vader's surprise, the Emperor did stop. But Vader ruefully realized that it was only to continue his verbal tirade. "You will pay the price for your lack of vision...and for your disobedience and your failure to serve me. You have cost the Empire millions of lives, Vader... and this murder cannot be excused."

As soon as this verbal tirade was over, the physical tirade resumed. The lightning bolts shot out again, and the electricity threatened to shut down Vader's nervous system. But just as Vader felt like he was going to pass out...the Emperor suddenly stopped.

As Vader's vision began to slowly return...he was surprised to notice the Emperor's eyes closed, a puzzled expression on his face. Then as he sensed that Vader was viewing him physically, he snapped his eyes open and stared at his servant for a long time.

After what seemed like an hour of this stare-down, the Emperor finally grinned at Vader eerily.

"Rise, my friend."

Vader thanked the Force for this. If this was the extent of his punishment, then he had truly been lucky to have escaped with his life. Several years earlier, this lightning attack would not have posed a major threat to his existence. But now, especially that his health had taken a turn for the worse, this attack by the Emperor had almost killed him.

As Vader struggled to get up, to his surprise, Palpatine aided him through the Force. Then, as the Dark Lord was fully able to stand on his own two feet, the Emperor walked him back to the throne and sat back down.

Vader quickly knelt, cowering before his master. He would need to do this for some time, he realized, as it would require much to regain his master's favor fully again.

The Emperor grinned. "Lord Vader...do you remember when I took a personal excursion to the Outer Rim?"

Vader said nothing, simply for the fact that he was still trying to catch his breath from the attack.

If the Emperor knew of this, he said nothing as he continued, still leering. "I brought back something I thought you would be interested in seeing...I consider this quite interesting...and I'm sure you will as well..."

He smiled evilly, pushing a button on his throne.

A door opened to Vader's right, somewhere on the far wall of the throne room, and Vader deduced that it had been secretly hidden, having blended into the wall nicely.

What stepped...or who, Vader corrected himself...out of the door shocked the Dark Lord.

A red-haired young woman, dressed in a skin-tight black jumpsuit that accentuated her formidable curves nicely, also wore a utility belt that boasted a blaster, a knife that Vader could have sworn he had seen in the Emperor's personal collection on Coruscant only months ago...and a lightsaber.

As Vader opened his mind to the woman...he confirmed what the lightsaber had implied: she was sensitive in the Force.

"Lord Vader," said Palpatine, standing up and taking the woman's hand. "Meet your replacement. She is my Hand...my asassin...Mara Jade."

Vader's mask prevented his jaw from dropping several millimeters, but as the reaction was involuntary, it hurt his jaw as his body forced it to try.

The woman nodded cordially at Vader. Her smile...was beautiful, but Vader could see the evil it possessed.

The Emperor then cackled gleefully. "I speak in riddles, Lord Vader. No, she will be your replacement indefinitely," he said. Then his face turned serious and menacing. "I am giving you a leave of absence, my servant, to reflect on your failures. I hope that when you return, you will be better suited to serve me and the Empire and to never fail again. You are hereby removed from active duty and are banished from my sight. Do not attempt to contact me or come before me until you have reflected on your mistakes and have learned the error of your ways."

Vader knelt before the Emperor and spoke for the first time. "As you wish."

"A shuttle is waiting for you in the same docking bay where your TIE was. You may go wherever you desire, but do not meddle in Imperial affairs until you have come back to me first and until I desire you to work under me again," said Palpatine. He then looked at Vader maliciously and bared his teeth. "Now leave."

He then turned around as Mara Jade did with him and they both observed the stars together, no doubt communicating of future pursuits through the Force...

Vader insanely realized he was jealous, but after what seemed like an eternity, he finally rose and whirled away, leaving the throne room.

As he arrived in the docking bay, there was no stormtrooper complement to see him off. So... Palpatine was adding insult to injury. Vader restrained his anger as he entered the shuttle and quickly piloted it to outside the docking bay. He immediately plotted a course for Coruscant and went to hyperspace.

As the starlines stretched in front of him and he entered the world of blue that had once amazed him when he was merely Anakin Skywalker, he sighed. In some respects, this was worse than losing his life. Now he had to suffer in misery and solitude while at the same time a woman (a woman!) took his place at the Emperor's side? This was unforgivable...and as the ship continued on its course, Vader silently vowed to himself that the Emperor would one day pay for this, and then he just as silently vanquished the thought from his mind, in fear of the Emperor possibly realizing what he was thinking.

He would prove his worth to the Emperor, indeed...but on his own...and it was about time. He had been pampered enough with servants, aides, and stormtroopers. This would be a good test for his abilities. He then decided his goal--to hunt down the pilot who had destroyed the Death Star...and bring him before the Emperor...dead or alive.

And he would succeed. He stretched out to the Force...and he did indeed see this event occurring soon. It would simply be a matter of when, not if.

He was Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith--and he would never fail again.