Darth Vader's daughter third version.

Forced to do something unthinkable

As we walked through the market I looked around and noticed several imperial officers staring at me and yet doing nothing. What where they waiting for? "Come in base, this is 1986-3 what are our orders? Do we engage? Over?"

"1986-3 this is base do not engage I repeat do not engage."

"Sir?" 1986-3 replied confused

"You have your orders 1986-3. Unless you want a court martial, I suggest you follow them." The officer replied. "Believe me, I don't like this decision any more then you do. But I too, have a superior to I have to report to. Unfortunately, these orders come from him." The officer replied.

"Under stood sir." 1986-3 replies with a sigh.

"What are our orders?"

"Our orders are to not engage. We are not to form any rescue party or intervene in any way." 1986-3 replied.

"But that doesn't make sense. Don't they know who she is?" The other storm trooper asked.

"Yes. I made it clear that she is Lord Vader's apprentice." 1986-3 replied.

"She's not just his apprentice." The other storm trooper replied.

"Oh?" 1986-3 replied.

"Rumor has it, that she's his youngest daughter." The other storm trooper replied. "I don't care what the orders are, I'd rather face a court martial then Lord Vader and his his apprentice Lady Lita's anger any day. Are you with me?"

"Yeah I'm with you." 1986-3 replied.

Meanwhile, Dahak dragged me through the streets to a local vendor. "Here we are." He said with a satisfied smile. "Oh and if you were counting on those imperials to come to your aid, I'm afraid that's just not going to happen. After you my dear." Dehak replied with a wave of his hand.

"Ah Mr. Cruix, what brings you to my humble establishment?" The vendor asked with a slight smile.

"Oh you know, the usual." Dahak replied causing the vendor's face to go white as a sheet.

"Please Mr. Cruix, business has been slow this month. I need more time to come up with what I owe Jabba." The vendor begged.

Dahak smiled "I'm afraid it doesn't work that way. Perhaps we could come up with another form of payment." Dehak said his eye catching the vendor's Young daughter who he smiled and gave a small wink too. Jabba is always in need of more slaves."

The Vendor pushed his daughter behind him. "No. Please. Take anything, take everything. There's no possession I can't spare. Take all the money in my bank account and in the store. Take anything, but please don't take my daughter away from me." The Vendor begged.

I turned to Dehak pleadingly "Masta please don't do this."

"The debt must be paid. Jabba will wait no longer." Dahak replied.

"Then send me in her place. Jabba will pay you a fortune for me." I replied.

"No. I'm not going to pay his debt. There are only two choices, the girl comes with me willingly or I'll kill her father and then take her by force. One way or another his debt will be paid, by his daughter." Dahak replied.

"How can you be so cwul?" I demanded angrily.

To which Dahak pushed the button sending electric shocks through my body. "You forget your place slave."