As anyone knows, these characters are not of my mind, but of that of George
Lucas.
AU- Prince Xizor risks the Emperor's wrath for the opportunity to destroy his rival's son. This is set right after the beginning of Shadows of the Empire- when Xizor witnesses the conversation between Vader and the Emperor concerning Luke. In this universe, the attempt to rescue Han from Boba Fett before he gets to Jabba succeeds- simply because I like to write Han into my stories, and Xizor doesn't settle with simply sending assassins after Skywalker- he devises a plan that will turn Luke's closest friends into his enemies.
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Choosing Sides
Prince Xizor strode into his Coruscant fortress, an malicious smirk creased his handsome features. Guri fell into step with him as he entered his office.
"You wished to see me, Master."
"Yes, Guri." Xizor quickly began to type at the CPU before him- he clicked his seeker twice, and a small disk ejected from the machine.
Xizor spun in his chair to face his waiting servant, he held the disk out to her.
"Make sure this anonymous tip makes its way into the hands of the media."
Guri took the disk and nodded in obedience, "Yes, Master."
Xizor smiled as he watched her slip out of his office.
"We shall see how the Son of Vader handles this little mess," he said with a laugh to the reflection before him.
~
Luke rubbed his eyes as he glanced at the chrono. He had to get up, the birthday party for Leia was in an hour. He hauled himself from the bunk reflecting once again on how the news of Leia's party had affected him.
Her birthday was the same day as his.
He shook his head- once again pushing away the creeping suspicion that it meant something- something he was missing.
He pulled some fresh clothes from his bag.
He'd decided not to mention that he and Leia shared the same birthday- she deserved a celebration in her honor, and he wanted it completely dedicated to her.
He reached under his bed and pulled out the small gift he'd manage to put up for her and headed for the large gathering room.
He smiled as he slipped in- greeting his friends as he encountered them. Finally he came to Han's side.
"She here yet?"
"Nah, she's on her way- Ya know these Princess types-can't show up in public with a hair outta place."
Luke laughed, "I haven't seen Leia with perfect hair more that twice since we met her."
Han smirked back at Luke. "Damn, it's been awhile, huh? How old was she when we dragged her out of that Death Star?"
"Eighteen." Luke replied, a bit to quickly- and with more conviction than he had intended.
Han turned his head slowly to look at him. "You're pretty sure about that, huh?"
"Um- well, I mean, I think she was, at least, um- yeah."
The awkward moment was interrupted by Leia's entrance.
The room burst into applause and cat-calls.
Leia laughed in thanks, and turned to motion an unseen person to follow her into the room.
A chef walked in behind her carrying a cake.
Han leaned against Luke, "Is it customary for the birthday girl to bring her own cake?"
Luke eyebrows creased as his looked to the front of the room, "There's already a cake up there for her."
"Hmm, maybe she has a bigger appetite than any of us were aware of."
Luke elbowed Han in the ribs, "She probably brought it because she knew YOU were going to be here, you pirate!"
Han laughed as they both redirected their attention back to Leia.
As the second cake was place next to the other Leia stood on a chair to address the room.
"I'd like to thank you all for this wonderful party!"
Her audience hooted in reply.
"But I just found out that this should be a double party-"
Luke brought the heel of his hand to his forehead.
"Luke's birthday is today too!"
At her revelation Luke was literally attacked by his excited comrades.
He heard Han laughing uncontrollably as he was lifted over his friends' heads and carried to where Leia stood at the front of the room. He was dumped unceremoniously on the table next to the cakes while Leia laughed, "Why didn't you tell us Luke?"
"It was suppose to be YOUR party," Luke complained as he stood on the table.
"Well," Leia put her hands on her hips, "Now it's OUR party."
The crowd erupted again.
Luke laughed- it was going to be a long night.
FIVE HOURS LATER
Luke was beginning to feel the effects of the different alcohols his friends had insisted he HAD to try. He sat on a sofa in front of a holoport with his drink against forehead, trying to concentrate on what the news reporter was saying. The rest of the party had calmed down as well. His friends were scattered around him also watching the screen, mostly because of the lack of anything else to look at.
Leia leaned her head on Luke's shoulder and stretched her legs across Han's lap, as she listened to the latest news from Coruscant.
"In other news, Admiral Fanutral's granddaughter is the wed the son of--"
The reporter was cut of by the whisper of an aid in his ear as a data pad was placed on the desk in front of him.
The people around Luke sat up in interest.
"Maybe it's some actual NEWS," Luke heard someone say.
Uncharacteristic dead air came from the news station.
"Sith, just tell us what the damn thing says." Luke heard another mumble.
Finally, the reporter looked up at the screen. "We have late breaking news here on CPN-An anonymous source has given us some information-"
The reporter swallowed, hesitant at revealing the information.
What kind of story of could a reporter be afraid of exposing? Luke thought with a frown.
"Um," The reporter continued, "Our source has revealed to us additional information concerning the Rebel wanted for the destruction of the Death Star, Luke Skywalker."
The entire room sat up at attention in one unified gesture.
"It- it seems that Skywalker has blood relations within the command structure of our Empire-"
Luke bolted up in his seat, "No---"
Leia looked at him in confusion, "Luke, what are they talking about?"
Luke simply shook his head in disbelief. There's no way, he thought, no way anyone could know-
The reporter licked his lips in uncertainty, "It seems that the hero of the Rebellion is also heir of the Empire--"
Luke buried his head in his hands-- funny, he'd never thought of it that way.
Leia grabbed his arm and shook him, "Luke! What are they talking about?"
"He is-- the son of Lord Vader." Luke heard the reporter say- sounding lightyears away.
Luke's head flew out of his hands-not because of the reporter's words, but because of the sudden hate that filled the room.
Directed at him.
[Don't worry, I promise chapter two will be right up- in the meanwhile, please review-do you like where this is going? Or are you secretly planning my demise? Thank you so much for reading!]
Oh- and for the curious "CPN" means Coruscant Planetary News- nothing special.
AU- Prince Xizor risks the Emperor's wrath for the opportunity to destroy his rival's son. This is set right after the beginning of Shadows of the Empire- when Xizor witnesses the conversation between Vader and the Emperor concerning Luke. In this universe, the attempt to rescue Han from Boba Fett before he gets to Jabba succeeds- simply because I like to write Han into my stories, and Xizor doesn't settle with simply sending assassins after Skywalker- he devises a plan that will turn Luke's closest friends into his enemies.
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Choosing Sides
Prince Xizor strode into his Coruscant fortress, an malicious smirk creased his handsome features. Guri fell into step with him as he entered his office.
"You wished to see me, Master."
"Yes, Guri." Xizor quickly began to type at the CPU before him- he clicked his seeker twice, and a small disk ejected from the machine.
Xizor spun in his chair to face his waiting servant, he held the disk out to her.
"Make sure this anonymous tip makes its way into the hands of the media."
Guri took the disk and nodded in obedience, "Yes, Master."
Xizor smiled as he watched her slip out of his office.
"We shall see how the Son of Vader handles this little mess," he said with a laugh to the reflection before him.
~
Luke rubbed his eyes as he glanced at the chrono. He had to get up, the birthday party for Leia was in an hour. He hauled himself from the bunk reflecting once again on how the news of Leia's party had affected him.
Her birthday was the same day as his.
He shook his head- once again pushing away the creeping suspicion that it meant something- something he was missing.
He pulled some fresh clothes from his bag.
He'd decided not to mention that he and Leia shared the same birthday- she deserved a celebration in her honor, and he wanted it completely dedicated to her.
He reached under his bed and pulled out the small gift he'd manage to put up for her and headed for the large gathering room.
He smiled as he slipped in- greeting his friends as he encountered them. Finally he came to Han's side.
"She here yet?"
"Nah, she's on her way- Ya know these Princess types-can't show up in public with a hair outta place."
Luke laughed, "I haven't seen Leia with perfect hair more that twice since we met her."
Han smirked back at Luke. "Damn, it's been awhile, huh? How old was she when we dragged her out of that Death Star?"
"Eighteen." Luke replied, a bit to quickly- and with more conviction than he had intended.
Han turned his head slowly to look at him. "You're pretty sure about that, huh?"
"Um- well, I mean, I think she was, at least, um- yeah."
The awkward moment was interrupted by Leia's entrance.
The room burst into applause and cat-calls.
Leia laughed in thanks, and turned to motion an unseen person to follow her into the room.
A chef walked in behind her carrying a cake.
Han leaned against Luke, "Is it customary for the birthday girl to bring her own cake?"
Luke eyebrows creased as his looked to the front of the room, "There's already a cake up there for her."
"Hmm, maybe she has a bigger appetite than any of us were aware of."
Luke elbowed Han in the ribs, "She probably brought it because she knew YOU were going to be here, you pirate!"
Han laughed as they both redirected their attention back to Leia.
As the second cake was place next to the other Leia stood on a chair to address the room.
"I'd like to thank you all for this wonderful party!"
Her audience hooted in reply.
"But I just found out that this should be a double party-"
Luke brought the heel of his hand to his forehead.
"Luke's birthday is today too!"
At her revelation Luke was literally attacked by his excited comrades.
He heard Han laughing uncontrollably as he was lifted over his friends' heads and carried to where Leia stood at the front of the room. He was dumped unceremoniously on the table next to the cakes while Leia laughed, "Why didn't you tell us Luke?"
"It was suppose to be YOUR party," Luke complained as he stood on the table.
"Well," Leia put her hands on her hips, "Now it's OUR party."
The crowd erupted again.
Luke laughed- it was going to be a long night.
FIVE HOURS LATER
Luke was beginning to feel the effects of the different alcohols his friends had insisted he HAD to try. He sat on a sofa in front of a holoport with his drink against forehead, trying to concentrate on what the news reporter was saying. The rest of the party had calmed down as well. His friends were scattered around him also watching the screen, mostly because of the lack of anything else to look at.
Leia leaned her head on Luke's shoulder and stretched her legs across Han's lap, as she listened to the latest news from Coruscant.
"In other news, Admiral Fanutral's granddaughter is the wed the son of--"
The reporter was cut of by the whisper of an aid in his ear as a data pad was placed on the desk in front of him.
The people around Luke sat up in interest.
"Maybe it's some actual NEWS," Luke heard someone say.
Uncharacteristic dead air came from the news station.
"Sith, just tell us what the damn thing says." Luke heard another mumble.
Finally, the reporter looked up at the screen. "We have late breaking news here on CPN-An anonymous source has given us some information-"
The reporter swallowed, hesitant at revealing the information.
What kind of story of could a reporter be afraid of exposing? Luke thought with a frown.
"Um," The reporter continued, "Our source has revealed to us additional information concerning the Rebel wanted for the destruction of the Death Star, Luke Skywalker."
The entire room sat up at attention in one unified gesture.
"It- it seems that Skywalker has blood relations within the command structure of our Empire-"
Luke bolted up in his seat, "No---"
Leia looked at him in confusion, "Luke, what are they talking about?"
Luke simply shook his head in disbelief. There's no way, he thought, no way anyone could know-
The reporter licked his lips in uncertainty, "It seems that the hero of the Rebellion is also heir of the Empire--"
Luke buried his head in his hands-- funny, he'd never thought of it that way.
Leia grabbed his arm and shook him, "Luke! What are they talking about?"
"He is-- the son of Lord Vader." Luke heard the reporter say- sounding lightyears away.
Luke's head flew out of his hands-not because of the reporter's words, but because of the sudden hate that filled the room.
Directed at him.
[Don't worry, I promise chapter two will be right up- in the meanwhile, please review-do you like where this is going? Or are you secretly planning my demise? Thank you so much for reading!]
Oh- and for the curious "CPN" means Coruscant Planetary News- nothing special.