A/N: Trigger warning: sexual violence

Prologue: Return of the Jedi...

While attempting to destroy the shield generator on Endor, the rebels are surprised by storm-troopers and soldiers. The Imperial troops march them out of the base and command them to keep their hands on their heads. The rebels are surrounded, outnumbered, and desperate.

Only this time, the ewoks aren't coming to the rescue.

The Captain in charge approached the rebels and began to inspect them. He amused himself by knocking off one man's helmet, by poking the burn on another's shoulder. The burned man winced, and the Captain smirked.

And then he saw Leia. She watched him with a blank expression, wary but prepared to take a hit. He moved in front of her and stopped walking, and her chin lifted just slightly.

"My, my," he murmured, and suddenly pressed himself against her. His hands ran roughly down from her neck to her waist. Before he could get further than that she shoved him away.

The Captain went reeling back, and suddenly five more guns were pointed at Leia. Glaring, she held very still.

The Captain, who had regained his balance, began to laugh. He sidled back up to stand in front of her. "You're a gutsy little thing, aren't you?"

Then, without warning, he punched her in the stomach. She doubled over, but before she had time to pull in air he yanked her forward, stumbling, and latched his mouth over hers. Her attempt to inhale only sealed their lips together and she choked, flailing at him. He bit her lower lip and pulled it out towards him before he finally let her go, and she bent over, gasping. "You rebel scum," he sneered.

When the Captain struck, Han had jumped towards him, only to be jerked back by two storm-troopers. Still trying to charge at the Captain, he snarled, "Let her go or I swear I will - "

The Captain turned to look at him. "I'm sorry," he mocked, "is she yours?" Keeping his eyes on Han he turned back to Leia, who was just straightening up, and grabbed between her legs.

She fought him off almost instantly, but Han had already thrown himself forward with a shout, and the Captain was laughing again. "Oh, this is grand," he chuckled. "We are going to have so much fun while we wait for the transport to arrive."

"If you even think of touching - " Han began, but Leia interrupted. "Shut up!" she hissed, but her voice was more fond and sad than angry. "You're making it worse."

"Ah," said the Captain, "and intelligent, too." With a pointed glance at Han, the Captain reached forward and tucked a strand of hair that had fallen from Leia's braid behind her ear. His hand slid to the base of her neck and settled there. "What is your name, little girl?"

She just looked at him.

He raised his eyebrows. "Stubborn, eh? An experiment then." Over his shoulder he called to Han, "Tell me, what is this girl's name? It will go better for her if you do." He waited a moment, and hearing no immediate reply, he said, "Bok? If you would, please."

The man named Bok approached Leia and looked her up and down. Han began to struggle again, and the Captain gestured to some nearby storm-troopers. "Help her out, boys."

Four of them entered the circle and shoved Leia roughly to her knees, pushing her down into the dirt, pining her arms behind her back. She yelled out in protest, and two of them wound their hands into her mouth, keeping it open. She jerked against them, but there were too many.

When Bok stepped forward and started to undo his zipper, Han bellowed. "Leia! Her name is Leia!" he shouted. "Her name is Leia!"

The Captain held up his hand. The storm-troopers still held Leia, but Bok stopped, waiting. The Captain smiled. "Leia," he said, pleased. "The princess Leia, the rebel leader. What a lovely name you have."

He gestured, and Bok and the two storm-troopers holding Leia's mouth returned to their places in the circle.

The Captain squatted down to be at eye-level with Leia, who was still kneeling thanks to the efforts of the remaining storm-troopers. "Leia," he said calmly. She was watching him warily. "Do you care about this ragged little band?" He waved one hand to take in the rest of the rebel force. His other hand came up to cup her face, his thumb lightly stroking her lower lip, which was swollen from when he'd bitten her.

She turned her head away, and he leaned forward to nuzzle her ear. "Do you care about them?" he whispered.

"Yes," she ground out.

He leaned back to meet her eyes again. "Good."

With that he rocked back and stood, a gleam in his eye. Another gesture and the storm-troopers allowed Leia to get back to her feet, maintaining a loose grip. "Hands on your head," said the Captain. The storm-troopers let go but waited until Leia had slowly lifted her hands to her head before they too backed away. Leia waited. The Captain circled her, expression pleased. "We are going to play a little game," he said, coming to a stop facing her. "Here is how it goes." She met his gaze angrily but calmly. His smile widened.

"You are going to keep your hands on your head. The second you move your hands away from your head, my troops are going to start shooting your friends and they are going to keep shooting your friends until your hands return to their proper place. Do you understand?"

Leia turned pale. She nodded.

"Wonderful. Now you," he said, looking at Han, "are going to stand there, while Leia and I," and he drew out her name like he was savoring it, "are going to get to know each other."

Han opened his mouth angrily, but before he could say anything the Captain continued. "If you move so much as an inch from your current location, I will be forced to call another man into this circle to restrain you. And once that man has come near such a lovely creature as our Leia..." He shrugged. "There is no telling what he might do."

Then he leaned close to Han, who looked ready to explode, and patted his shoulder. "So I would advise you to stand very very still, and be thankful you get to watch."

Then he turned away, began to circle Leia again. This time he stopped behind her. Slowly, tauntingly, he wrapped his arms around her, one hand resting on her stomach and the other splayed boldly across her chest, daring her to repel him.

She closed her eyes and kept her hands firmly on her head. Han grunted but didn't move.

The Captain chuckled. "Very good," he said quietly. "Very good."