“Carbon-sickness?” Vader asked the med-droid on hand. Her eyes slowly opened, then closed again, her body shuddering in Ellex’s arms. As it was, she hit Ellex instead, the metal armoured body only small improvement. If not for Ellex’s quick reflexes, she would have hit the floor. Lucy’s lips moved soundlessly-her fingers curled-and the rest of the carbonite melted apart.īarely conscious, she tumbled forward. The rays brightened and broadened, carbonite disappearing everywhere it touched. Holes began to break in the carbonite, shards of light piercing through. Then, the defrost sequence determined, she pressed her wide metal fingers against the correct buttons. If his officers had half her sense and competence, he’d have stamped out the Rebellion by now.Įllex examined the carbonite, clicking thoughtfully to herself.
Or his reason for bringing her here, or anything. A super battle droid he’d long ago disarmed and reprogrammed for heavy lifting (among other things), she knew better than to ask why he didn’t push the buttons himself. Obi-Wan had failed, and soon his failure would be complete. Vader had not believed that his opinion of his old master could fall any further, but even he never expected such treachery. A blind man could have seen his hand in Lucy’s determination to avenge her father’s death by killing-her father. Obi-Wan had undoubtedly filled her head with nonsense and lies. It would not, however, endear him to her, and he had no doubt but that she would already be highly resistant to turning to the Dark Side. She had already proven herself strong in the Force the rest could be taught.
He would have liked to test her, but his first priority had to be capturing her, and that accomplished, transporting her to Bast Castle, out of sight of the Emperor. She must be kept here, within his own stronghold on Vjun, safe from the rest of the galaxy, and under his control. At the slightest inconvenience, Palpatine would end her life and her great potential.
It’d been all Vader could do to convince him that a daughter might be of any use at all. The girl couldn’t be expected to see reason, not yet she couldn’t be permitted to remain with her Rebel friends she certainly couldn’t be left to the tender mercies of the Emperor. Regrettable, he thought-but there had been no other way. Now he considered the frozen slab that was his only child. His glance, concealed by the mask, flicked past her for most of the journey to Vjun. After his first inspection in Cloud City, he felt no need or desire to examine her unchanging features any more closely. Lucy, however, did not look surprised, but resigned, her upturned face hardened into lines of hopeless dread. Solo’s features had been carved into a rictus of shock and pain. If Darth Vader did not avoid the sight of his daughter in carbonite, he certainly did not seek it out.
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