The Secret Apprentice | Vader x OC

Consequence

Hesitantly, I raised onto my feet to look Olen in the eye respectfully, standing with my arms firmly to my sides, "Yes sir."

"Your arrogance toward Lord Vader will not be tolerated. 50 jumping jacks, now!" Despite not exactly being part of the Imperial Army, the methods of discipline were the same, as they were proven to be the most successful at guaranteeing that the lesson was learned. For those of us who were not part of the military forces, the physical punishments were much more agonizing due to the lack of conditioning our bodies had not endured. For women, jumping jacks were one of the worst forms of physical punishment. Not only was it painful for both genders to endure, but for women it doubled as a form of humiliation thanks to the parts of our bodies that men would tend to focus on. And I was severely outnumbered by being the only woman within this docking bay loaded with personnel. As much as I wished to wiggle my way out of this situation, I had no other choice but to follow his orders.

All eyes were on me, and Blip held on tightly once I got underway with my punishment. While jumping, my bra was so poor quality that it barely contained the movement of my breasts. It was as if I hadn't even worn one, it was so degrading. At my 10th jump, my teary vision could not help but locate Vader. The situation had his full attention, and I was unable to tell if my punishment pleased him and fueled his pride, or if he had been captivated in the same manner all of the other men were. Then, he must have taken notice of the bay's countless hungry eyes as his familiar rage had abruptly boiled into my own subconscious. The fury was so fierce that it bled out to infect my own emotions, instantly I was filled with rage.

Before I had been led to act on my emotions, Vader's terrifying tone erupted through the docking bay, "Enough!"

My body came to a halt, but the anger never ceased. With the raise of Vader's hand, Olan had been yanked into the air, a vice-grip at his throat simply gambling on whether or not it was destined to obliterate every bone and vein within it. The bay expected the worst outcome, and Vader suddenly yanked Olen through the air to come to a halt above him.

His voice was merciless, the Force around him almost sparking with intensity, "effective immediately, you are to hold the title of General no longer. Find gratitude in this act of mercy, lieutenant."

The main majority of the personnel within the bay fought to conceal their shock at Vader's questionable deranking of one of their generals, the lack of explanation or credible cause shook them. I felt the same shock as the rest, despite being relieved that Vader had spared his life. Part of me felt bubbly, as though in some form or another he felt the need to defend or stand up for me. I did not truly believe in my fixation's unrealistic presumption, it just wasn't in his nature.

Vader then released his hold on Olen, horrifying me as he plummeted to the ground. Throwing my head to the side to cringe with a wince, I was unable to watch Vader's 'mercy' as he allowed gravity to decide Olen's fate. The landing hit my ears, it was absolutely sickening as his scream of agony melted in with the snapping of bones. Turning back around to face the TIE and reel in my own uncontrollable nausea, my skin was littered with hundreds of goosebumps while my stomach threatened to empty itself.

"Vondar." Vader called out to me, I did not hesitate before turning around and giving him my full attention, dreading any further slip up that could worsen his temper. He just got here, and he has already become enraged. "Your insolence will not go unpunished," his voice was loud and threatening, "bring her to me."

Two stormtroopers left formation from behind Vader to draw near me, I dared not fight back or resist despite my dread. Vader lingered and both troopers surrounded me, each one seizing a wrist of mine with a deathly grip, one demanded, "move!"

Heeding, I shifted despite feeling faint, both troopers holding my wrists painfully behind my back. Distress evident on my face, I stared at Vader while clenching my teeth to contain the sounds of pain that threatened to slip off my tongue. I was too afraid to make a sound, and on top of that my defiant side did not want to supply Vader with the satisfaction of hearing them. The closer we got to him, the more my emotions went into a panic.