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musewrangler · 11 months
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/48214471/chapters/122366380
“Lady,” he said. “Please adjust the biometric controls in here so I can breathe.”
She complied immediately and he sat on the single chair in this room, removing the helmet and then unclipping the mask, to peel it off and set it aside.
“This is what I am now, Artoo,” he said, his voice sounding weak and feeble to his ears. Well. What was left of his ears. “What Obi-Wan did. No doubt you think I deserve it.”
The blue droid swivelled his camera slowly over him.
[By my assessment,] Artoo told him flatly [you should have died. Why didn’t you?]
Ever gentle and considerate, this droid.
“That…is a good question,” he answered, willing to think about it more in depth for the first time in years. “The Emperor got to me in time. Got me medical aid.”
Artoo gave a blat.
[That bag of poodu can’t raise anyone from the dead . Even if he got you medical care right away, you should not have survived.]
For the first time, Vader could detect a little doubt in the droid’s tone.
“What are you saying, Artoo?” he asked.
[I do not have a conclusion,] his old friend said. [I am merely pointing out facts based on what I can see. Your ship can verify.]
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musewrangler · 10 months
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“Look,” the Captain said, striving valiantly to sound calm and reasonable. “I was in the Axxilan anti-Pirate fleet. I hate slavery of all kinds. I fought that sort of scum. I would never take part in it.”
“And yet you would take Luke,” Obi-Wan pointed out, turning to pour the hot water over tea in the mugs.
“Not to that !” Piett insisted.
Obi-Wan could feel his exhaustion and moved to hand him the mug.
“What were your orders then, Captain?” he asked, seating himself on a crate and watching Piett keenly. The man was very sincere. He radiated truth. This was all very odd.
“I…can’t…” Piett sighed in frustration and sipped at the tea.
“You just told me quite vehemently you would not take part in slavery. Kidnapping children is somehow all right? Ripping him from his family sits well with you?”
“Kark you,” Piett snarled. “It isn’t like that!”
“Then, Captain ,” Obi-Wan said, narrowing his eyes and leaning forward. “Convince me. Tell me what you were ordered to do which makes you so certain.”
“Why are you so keen to protect him?” the Captain pushed back. “Are you related?”
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musewrangler · 11 months
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Piett sipped at his tea and watched the monitor. Lord Vader had arranged for surveillance of the Princess’s apartment and there were two possible entries. The front door of course—located in the west corridor of the tall building—and her bedroom which contained double doors leading to a small balcony that overlooked the Yzidri market district.
Piett had set up a system to alert him if the camera noted that the Princess had exited either of these doors.
It had gone off numerous times during his stay here, but none of them had been cause for alarm.
He had just tugged off his boots in preparation to rest when the alarm pinged again. He glanced at the monitor, then did a double take and looked more closely.
The girl had exited her double doors to the balcony. Nothing problematic about that. She’d done so many times.
But.
It was 0100 hours.
She was dressed in black with a hood over her head.
And she’d just shimmied over the side of the balcony.
115 floors up.
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