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 Post Posted: Tue, July 11th 2006 11:10pm    Post subject: Secret Imperial Labs, Imperial Palace (Surface)
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That familiar, blinding white light was the first thing Han became aware of as his eyes blinked open slowly. He remained where he was, lying on his back on that same uncomfortable slab and staring up at the ceiling and that tantalizing light. But after a few minutes, be came to realize that something was different. Very different. The ceiling itself was much higher than he remembered and not a prestine white like it had been earlier. In fact, the rest of the room appeared to be engulfed in darkness except for the very spot where he rested.

Furrowing his brow in what just may be fear, Han propped his upper body up with his elbows to get a better look around. It was with that slight movement that Han became aware of a dull ache radiating from the central part of his chest; around his rib cage. Glancing down at his now bare chest, he noticed a red welt in the very spot where he felt the pain. He touched the spot gingerly with one hand and at that very instant, memories of Vader came rushing back and for once, he did feel like panicking. This all seemed very becoming of a torture chamber...

A small gasp rushed out from between his dry and chapped lips as his chest suddenly grew tight. He didn't want to die. He never intended it to be taken this far. Hell, he had an unborn child and two small twins back at home who he vowed never to let alone. And then there was Leia. He couldn't let them alone like this. He couldn't--

Pools of sweat began to bead up on his forehead and trickle down his face in thin streams. When it passed a particular area on his cheek, it began to burn and Han instinctively reached up to scratch at the irritated spot and stopped as his fingers brushed across a gaping wound. He winced at the pain that immediately followed and tenderly, he reached up to touch the wound again.

It was a long, narrow gash running vertically down his left cheek beginning about an inch or two under his eye and ending right above his jawline. He traced the length of it with his index finger and when he reached the end, his jaw clenched in anger. Vader's doing, no doubt. When he saw that overstuffed, black--

His anger suddenly vanished and he froze as he heard the tell-tale sound of footsteps approaching. His back became rigid as he sat up a little straighter and craned his neck to the side to see a dark shadow approaching. He swallowed hard, but found he had no spit as his eyes remained focused on the oncoming dark enigma.

Han never believed in anyone controlling his destiny, but maybe that was all about to change as the Dark Lord drew closer. His fate was about to be sealed and he was certain it wasn't about to be a good one...
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"You know, if you could apply that smuggler's brain to real politics, you'd be my equal."
"Meaning I wouldn't be able to just draw my blaster and shoot the politicians? What kind of a deal is that?"

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 Post Posted: Fri, July 14th 2006 02:19am    Post subject:
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The heels of her black shoes clicked in featureless, nondescript hallway as Isard walked alongside her Emperor to oversee Solo's final fate. The most terrible weapon to be used against the Rebellion was about to be created.

And it was all her design too. Jendob knew nothing, and for good reason. The fool would kill the project before it started. Besides, he seems to be too busy pretending to be a family man anymore. The first he'll know of it is when it was already done.
Vader stopped, just outside the doorway. His mechanical breathing echoed down the corridor, but Isard didn't find it disconcerting. She learned, long ago, that her power stemmed from the Imperial throne, and was determined to stay on this Emperor's good side... if he had one.

And to remain on it, she had developed the ultimate weapon against the Alliance: itself. And it was time to implement the weapon. The Inquisitor strode into the room, looking at Solo. Her blue and red eyes scanned across him as a self-satisfied smirk crossed her lips.

His expression did the opposite, hardening into a sneering mask of determination. "So, he goes back to using his pets."

"Charming as always," the woman retorted.

He smiled fakely, and sat up completely. His stance looked ready to charge at any second. In response, Isard snapped her fingers, calling into the room a pair of black-clad guards that had been following her and Vader.

"And I was half-expecting them to be women."

There was a growl and Isard looked over to see a rather pretty woman glaring at Solo, her brown eyes smoldering. She'd get her revenge soon, though. We all will, Isard thought.

"Or half," he corrected.

"Get him prepped," she ordered, and the two guards walked over, and hoisted him up. The incensed female trooper then drove her elbow into his gut, the smile of one avenging herself on a hated foe evident on her attractive features. Before he even had time to double over, her elbow recocked and then connected to his groin. Solo's knees gave out, and he was now easily dragged to the large steel table dominating part of the room. Its silvery luster was dampened only by the the multitude of high-strength straps and restraints, and the shadow from the large tool column suspended above.

Solo didn't have a prayer.
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The long, metallic table loomed before Han like a wild rancor ready to devour his prey. The many tools and needles protruding from the ceiling acted as the monster’s teeth just waiting for that first tasty morsel before clamping down and ending things on a very painful and agonizing note. Han never liked being that particular prey but it didn’t look like he had much of a choice as the guards literally threw him down on the table and began wrapping the straps and restraints around his torso, arms and legs. The straps themselves were so tight in some places that they were cutting off his circulation and this is where Han began to struggle.

With his teeth clenched together in desperate determination, Han began to squirm and tug against the straps in an effort to loosen them or even break them, but his struggle was proving to be in vain. That witch of a woman responded to his squirming by tightening the restraints even more and Han’s body instantly went rigid as a slight whimper of pain escaped from his lips. The pain itself was a mystery in its own right. Han guessed it was due to the pressure of the restraints against his body, but could it be possible that it was something more?

Han remained still, staring up blankly at the different mechanisms threatening to bring him harm when he caught sight of that familiar shadow sidling over to his side. Taking in a sharp intake of breath, Han craned his neck just enough so that he could look into that two-toned gaze of the witch with a sneer. Her expression was smug and her tone of voice echoed what Han saw. “Where is your Rebellion now?” she gloated into his face.

Clenching his fists within their restraints, it was the most Han could do to keep his anger in check. Well, that and spit in her face. “They’ll be knockin’ on your door soon enough,” he spat in a low tone.

The woman just merely smiled as she reached a hand up and brushed the blotch of saliva away from her cheek. She squeezed her hand slightly as if she was taking the touch of it in then rather gently, reached up and began to stroke Han’s roughened cheek. “It’ll be far too late for you,” she stated in a small whisper so that he could only hear.

Disgusted that this creature would even think about touching him after what she pulled, Han jerked his head away from her touch and scowled at the darkness that reached beyond. His victory was a short one, however, as the woman responded yet again to his behavior and activated a head restraint, which jerked his head forward so that he was facing the direction of the torture devices at all times. Well, not like it mattered anyway since the whole mechanism began lowering to his position on the table in the next instant.

Han just simply stared at the machine as his breath quickened with fear. Of course, he couldn’t let her see that and so he quickly masked it with a smug smile. “So, this is what it comes down to,” he muttered more to himself before sneering in her direction once more. “Try your best.”

As if in response, that strange wave of pain returned to his very being. It started around his head and traveled through his body and touched every nerve ending in his body. For the first time since being brought into Imperial custody, Han rang out with a pure scream of agony as his voice echoed throughout the empty room.
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"You know, if you could apply that smuggler's brain to real politics, you'd be my equal."
"Meaning I wouldn't be able to just draw my blaster and shoot the politicians? What kind of a deal is that?"

---Leia and Han
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 Post Posted: Sat, July 15th 2006 04:14am    Post subject:
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Isard looked at the pathetic excuse of a human on the table, his cry of agony giving away what lay under the thick, almost nauseating layers of bravado and false machismo. But now, he lay screaming as his fate became clear to him. He was completely broken now, now a whimpering, shattered heap.

And she laughed at him. A laugh born of the deepest, darkest regions of her blackened heart. "It's no use, Solo," she finally managed to say. "You're mine."

However, a deep voice that suddenly spoke in her head disagreed. No, he is mine.

But Isard tolerated the intrusion into her thoughts by the Dark Lord. However, Solo seemed to feel the need to inject his attempts to stabilize a crumbling ego, to her profound annoyance.

"N-not yet!" he said in a mockery of a defiant tone before howling again with hidden agony. Isard had little doubt Vader was behind it. She swore that just before Solo's screams, she could hear a deep rumble...

But it didn't matter. Soon, the real fun for the Inquisitor would begin. Her long finger came down on a button on the control panel, and the tool column descended. She made sure Solo saw its vast array of devices: saws, laser and bladed scalpels, needles, implanters, injectors, even a drill and small plasma torch. They all seemed to reach for him with deadly metal claws and fangs.

She selected her tool of choice, a special type of injector, and loaded the necessary cargo into it. Soon, Commander Solo of the Rebellion would cease to exist. The thrill of it was almost arousing for Isard.

The injector, now loaded with the taps and chip she selected, descended towards a once-more screaming Solo, stopping centimeters short of piercing his forehead. She watched, dispassionate on the surface as her inner being jumped with glee. After a while, Solo's eyes focused on the injector, and he swallowed so hard it was plainly visible and audible.

"No pithy reply?" the woman taunted him, dropping the device a centimeter. "No witty remark?"

The bound, doomed man winced for a moment, then tried to recompose himself. "I-I'm getting there."

Pathetic, she mused, allowing the need to touch his skin and dimple it slightly. He gasped with pain just before contact, and Isard hoped Lord Vader would stop his Force-powered hijinks for this delicate phase of the project. Besides, his abilities would be put to much more critical use shortly.

"Nervous?"

Solo's head somehow moved up slightly, pushing the needle against his skull. "Not at--" He yelped as his nerves registered the needle grinding against bone. "All."

Isard's teeth ground together. Vader was going too far. But she didn't dare say anything as she loaded the needed files into the injector's taps. When she turned back, Vader had allowed Solo's head back down, and the Rebel slime let out a deep sigh.

"Getting comfortable?" she asked hotly, glaring down at him, his head only about as high as her belt.

He stammered his words. "A--as comfortable as I can get with you standin' next to me."

She stepped closer, an almost seductive lilt in her tone. "If that interface weren't there, I would almost enjoy having you like this."

He is at about the right height, after all, she smirked to herself. It wouldn't be the first time she used her body to loosen the lips of a prisoner. Indeed, one of her original plans of attack with Solo was to seduce him, but after a few minutes in the first interrogation, it was clear it would be futile. The wound of Meehan cut too deep.

"I--I'm sure you would."

She just looked down at him once more, blue and red orbs locking with hazel. "Unfortunately, I have a job to do. And soon, you will too," she sneered triumphantly, and with a final push of a control switch, the injector thrust through Solo's skull and into his brain. He cried out again, louder than ever before.

Isard merely watched, her finger poised over the injector control. "You belong to the Empire now, Solo."

Her finger pressed the button, and a small implant was injected into the pain centers of his brain. He screamed again and again, music to Isard's ears. She pressed the next control, and the taps extruded from the syringe-like device, small datalinks designed to interface with neural tissues, and interface they did.

"M'lord, it is time," Isard said. It was now in Vader's hands to ensure success. She watched as her master entered, his form imposing in the black armor that sustained him. Just meeting his gaze sent a small chill down her spine.

For Solo, it was probably a billion times worse.
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“To me. You belong to me.”

The deep, raspy voice continued to resonate inside Han’s mind as he lay in a sea of darkness. He couldn’t move, couldn’t think or even seem to breath. The darkness continued to envelope his helpless body as the frozen and nothingness tomb of carbonite had done all those years ago. It was like a recurring nightmare that he couldn’t wake up from.

But then as suddenly as the voice had appeared, it faded off into the nothingness and was replaced by a lone speck of light just on the edge of his vision. The spot pulsated to the rhythm of his heart as it steadily grew and stretched to fill his entire range of vision. There was a violent flash which caused Han’s body to jolt for the first time since succumbing to the darkness before a serene and familiar scene unfolded before him. A very familiar scene.

His surroundings became that of his and Leia’s apartment on Denon with the mighty metropolis visible in the distance through the windows. The lights were dimmed and a lone figure sat on the carpeted floor with two young children at her side playing quietly. It wasn’t until the figure turned her head to the side and the last rays of sun caught her facial features hat Han realized that it was Leia he was looking at and the children at her feet were Jonash and Jaina. No wonder this scene all seemed very familiar. He was able to place the memory now. This was the last time Han had spent time alone with his family before his fateful trip to Bespin. But why had this particular image sprung to his mind?

As if to answer his unspoken question, the twins that were playing quietly at their mother’s side moments before, began screaming at the top of their lungs. The piercing cries echoed throughout the apartment as if it was an abandoned room and Leia noticeably flinched as she moved to cuddle the two children. Han furrowed his brow and winced at the sound as his mind tried to make sense of what was happening. This definitely didn’t happen the night he was remembering.

Apparently Leia’s attempts to comfort the children were in vain as the screams rose in volume and she turned her attention desperately to Han. “Han,” she called over the rising din. “Help me out here.”

No, this definitely wasn’t how he remembered it, but he complied to her wishes anyway. Pushing himself away from the doorframe where he was resting, Han began to slowly step into the darkening room to deal with his wailing son. As he drew closer, the cries seemed to rise in volume once more and Han cringed as the sound actually began to hurt his ears. Trying his best to stay sane while dealing with all this racket, Han bent down and whisked his son up into his arms. “C’mere, kid,” he muttered in a raised tone so that he could be heard. “What’s buggin’ ya?”

For a brief moment, Han thought he had been successful in quieting his son, but no sooner had he begun to say something to Leia, Jonash let loose with another round of crying. This time it was worse than ever before and Han had to actually struggle to keep the child within his arms.

“Han!” Leia’s voice was barely heard over the unbearable screams. “Do something!”

Becoming agitated himself at the situation, Han turned and began to take the howling child out toward the balcony to calm him down. “I’m trying!” he shouted desperately over his shoulder as he crossed the threshold which led out to the balcony and to the open air. The air traffic seemed to whiz by oblivious to the dire situation that was unfolding in the Solos’ apartment. “C’mon, kid,” Han tried again, bouncing the child hesitantly in his arms. “Shutup.”

The child cocked his head to the side for a moment and became silent momentarily before once again, the unthinkable began to happen. Jonash began to dissolve into the air before Han’s eyes. An audible gasp escaped his lips before his attention was brought to the skyline ahead of him. That too, was dissolving into nothingness. By the time Han brought his attention back to his son, he was gone completely from existence and he was left grasping at the empty air. Well, in fact, the whole scene had disappeared aside from those earth-shattering screams.

Not being able to take it any longer, Han yelled out at the darkness above him and covered his ears with his hands. The cries echoed above him for a moment more before they receded back into the depths in which they came. Licking his dry lips and breathing heavily, Han slowly lowered his hands and looked around uncertainly. “Leia?” he called out into the nothingness that surrounded him once more.

There was no response except for the faint sound of someone breathing off in the distance. Narrowing his eyes and taking a steadying breath, Han began to walk the dark plains for the source of the sound. It grew steadily in volume, much like the cries of the twins, until it was quite clear what the source of that sound was. It was a very distinct, rasping breath which could only be recreated by Darth Vader himself. And yet, the Dark Lord was nowhere to be seen.

Reaching down instinctively to his right thigh to retrieve his blaster, Han cursed to find that he was without his holster and without a weapon to face the very essence of evil. But even then, Han wasn’t about to go down without a fight. He was prepared to take on the Emperor of the Empire bare handed if he had to. He wasn’t kidding when he said he would protect the well being of the Alliance and his family. Standing tall and taking a deep breath, Han sent his challenge out into the dark void. “Come on, dammit!” he clenched his fists at his sides with anticipation. “Show yourself!”

For a moment, nothing happened, but then all at once the dreaded sound of the Dark Lord’s breathing multiplied until it sounded as if he was surrounded by hundreds of Vader clones. Han’s hazel eyes searched the darkness wearily, his mask of anger and intimidation falling as an innocent smile spread over his features. He wasn’t ready to put up a fight with more than one Darth Vader. “On second thought…”

Han let his words trail off into the void as he turned and began to sprint away from the source of that dreaded breathing. But no matter how far he went, the sound seemed to follow him until he couldn’t go any further and he tripped on something in his path. With a yelp of surprise, Han’s feet flew out from under him and he found himself hitting the ground face first.

Suddenly, the breathing stopped and Han relaxed for a moment until he could recollect himself. Groaning in pain, Han hoisted himself up into a sitting position and froze at the sight he saw before him. The darkness somehow lifted and all that remained was an endless army of Vaders surrounding Han in all directions. “Uh,” he stalled, swallowing hard to try and contain his fear. “Maybe we can talk ‘bout this?”

The faceless masks of the Dark Lord all studied him silently before moving forward in step to deal with their prey. In a matter of moments, Han was engulfed by the army as each and every one of them had their turn with the smuggler. By the time they were through, Han was left horribly beaten in the middle of the void and unable to move.

As if things couldn’t get any worse, a blackened gauntlet, stronger than any of the others, reached forth and drug Han upward by the throat. Too weak to resist or struggle against the brutal grip, Han let his body go limp as he was brought face to face with the helmet of the true Darth Vader. The Dark Lord studied him behind that horrid mask for what seemed like an eternity before speaking. “You are mine, Solo,” he stated simply as his voice boomed throughout the blank space. “From this moment on, know that. You belong to me. The Rebellion will fall, and I will rule the Galaxy.”

With those final words, Han couldn’t bring himself to stay awake any longer. He allowed himself to slip into oblivion once more with his last image being that of Darth Vader before everything went to darkness.
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"You know, if you could apply that smuggler's brain to real politics, you'd be my equal."
"Meaning I wouldn't be able to just draw my blaster and shoot the politicians? What kind of a deal is that?"

---Leia and Han
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Isard gazed at Solo's unconscious form. His brain was now reprogrammed, the transfer occuring during Vader's session with Solo. Even now, the procedure was getting a hold on him.

She leaned over him, with a cruel smirk. "Oh, and happy birthday, Commander."

Then she turned back to the two guards. "Get him back to Lusankya, med center. We still have some... issues to take care of."
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