Lost - Star Wars AU Smut FanFic

Chapter IV

"Put this on," he demanded, holding out a gorgeous gown. I took it and waited for him to leave. When he didn't, I asked him when he was going to. "I'm not, why should I?" he replied.

"Because I'm getting changed!" I exclaimed. He slapped me. Hard. A bitter tear ran down my face. "You will do as I say!" He marched out the room . I put the gown on - it took ages, I couldn't reach the zip. I wandered down a long corridor of the ship and found an open door. Creeping out, I saw that I was at the end of a landing strip. In front of me was another doorway leading to a lift. I went up and the doors pinged open.

 "Ah Leia, how nice of you to join us." I was stood in a large dining room with a big circular table sat in the middle. "Come and sit down Leia," my captor said, calmly and purposefully as though nothing had happened. My legs forced me over to the table without my permission and I sat next to him. "Leia this is Grand Moff Tarkin who runs the Death Star and his wife Julianeè," he explained to me. "Pleased to meet you," her smile was as fake as mine. She had long, silky, dark hair that fell to her waist. Her skin was beautifully tanned and her eyes were a lovely shade of paris brun. I felt bad for her, but I wasn't going to end up like her. "I hope you both choke on your tongues while you sleep." She gasped and her hand flew to her mouth. Tarkin however, laughed and said, "You have every right to be mad, after  what we're going to do to Alderaan." He indicated a window, "You should watch."

"I have every right to be mad now!" I said as I walked over. I looked up. There I saw my beloved planet, a small speck of blue in the sky. A wave of home sickness drowned me. My parents were on that planet. If only I could be there rather than here. "FIRE!" I turned back to the table to see Tarkin smirking. I whipped back to Alderaan, where a sharp beam was speeding towards it. "NO!" I yelled hoping it would slow down. I pressed my hand onto the glass, wanting to reach out and pull it out of harm's way. The beam hit, and Alderaan split into nothing. Tarkin was laughing. Again. I looked him in the eye, "I'd still rather be there than here," and walked out. I didn't run. At least, not until I was out of sight. Then I ran as fast as I could. Away. I must've been everywhere that day. That's when I found the messaging room. Han. I could send him a message telling him to come and get me.

 I walked over to the stand, and started recording. "Han, I need you to come and get me. I'm on Prisanfey, at Darth Ayvile's castle. I just watched Alderaan explode, and I can't..." 

"LEIA!" a furious roar cried out. Quickly, I sent the message to Han. "Leia," this time it was calm, "what have you done?" Now it was angry.

"I sent a message." I meant for it to be harsh.

"To who?" he replied.

"The Rebels." What was he going to do? He couldn't find out where it was really sent. Right?

"Han Solo."  The words felt plain, like they had no meaning, and yet, they were still words of comfort. But, how did he know? "SLAVOEA!"

"Yes Master Ayvile, tee-hee." He appeared out of the shadows, but I was sure he hadn't been there the whole time.

"Put a price on Han Solo's head of two million credits." I breathed out a sigh of relief, along with a huge mistake. "NO! Ten Million." TEN MILLION?! This was all my fault. And it wasn't one of those 'I gave him the gun, and then he shot her, and then her friend shot me' things. It was one of those 'I shot me' things. Slavaeo left us alone. "You lied to me," he said, " You went behind my back and then lied to me." He sounded hurt. Not hurt enough.

"You abducted me, then said you loved me. Oh, and let's not forget about the part where you blew up my entire planet!" I cried out as a searing pain pushed me to my knees. My neck felt like it was being doused in boiling oil. It was coming from the collar around my neck. I yanked at it, trying to pry it off, but the more I pulled, the more painful it became. My vision went out, and then I heard it and felt it. The heat of a lightsaber next to my cheek. "I didn't abduct you, Slavoea bought you. I still do love you, and I didn't blow up your planet, that prat, Tarkin did."

I passed out.