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I swung the blade around at my imaginary opponent, feeling the wind shear it upward. I landed in a cat stance, shielded my shin with a sweep of the blade, and sliced towards an invisible midsection. Upon the completion of the stroke, I protected my exposed armpit with a blocking fist while leaping up in a spin and bringing the blade down in a massive sweep again.

Then I paused to catch my breath. Sweat dripped into my eyes, stinging them. I mashed stray hairs out of my face with my palm. The sequence was slowly getting better. It was by far the most difficult I had learned, but the movements within presented some very interesting – and deadly – solutions. I looked forward to trying some of them out on my peers.

A cool breeze shot up from somewhere deep inside the station's gut, and I took the proffered comfort to begin practicing again.

This time was better. My first heel kick brought me half way across the vacant corridor I was in. I spun back to my opponent, slicing at eye level while twisting my body around 360 degrees. In the leap, I felt my feet finally stick together, and it seemed I was airborne for minutes. My landing was perfect into a fast crab- walk low and rapidly away. I grinned at my speed.

Back around to face the invisible enemy, I sliced and swept my blade before my torso in a block. Then around and over my head once more, to finally rest with the tip at my knee and the pommel well-concealed behind me.

A chill crept up my neck, but this time it wasn't the station's off-gassing.

I cautiously glanced around. And there, probably 100 clicks away, was a tall, shadowy figure. I immediately knew who it was and felt embarrassed and intimidated. I looked for a place to slip behind; perhaps he hadn't seen me.

He stepped out from the shadow, but was not illuminated. I saw, or rather felt, ghostly black tendrils reaching towards me, even from that distance. But it must have been my imagination, for he abruptly spun and strode away. The flow of his cape, swept up by the wind he created, became emblazoned on my mind.

I shivered and took the long way back to my bunk.

**

That 'watched' feeling lasted into the evening. I knew the only way to rid myself of it would be to head to the bar on deck 1138 for a few cold quarzas. The doors slid open to reveal about 200 officers and workers jammed inside, with a panoramic backdrop of stars glittering silently.

It was my favorite place, not just for the energy of the patrons, but also for that window. It was the largest on the entire station and it offered the only little bit of relief from the eternal claustrophobia. Sure, the station was open and well- ventilated but the high ceilings and cavernous grow-rooms didn't compare with that view.

I found a few friends and we sat drinking and laughing for a while. When they started to leave for their quarters to get much needed rest for the following day's shift, I joined the late night patrons over at the bar. I didn't have to work the next day.

Quiet music piped through the air. I grabbed my drink and spun the stool around to face the window. I felt very peaceful. A man two seats over was enjoying the same view. A respirator hummed from under his clothing. How lucky, I thought. He doesn't have these fallible human lungs.

As if in reply, he turned to me and smiled.

"It's incredible here," he said. And he stared back out.

I looked at him the way all young females in their prime look at men: sizing him up for potential mate suitability. Men's lives are decided within that crucial moment, and they know it not.

He was plain, but well-built (because of the respirator, I wondered if there were more truth to that line) and his voice was deep and self-assured. I liked that already.

"It's the largest one here. Somehow it's grounding, looking out on that void. The rest of the place is open, but this is the only sense of sky one gets." I hoped he understood.

"Agreed. There's another on deck 22; it's wider but not nearly as high."

I studied his clothes, while his eyes were focused away from me. Plain, olive, loose. Nothing whatsoever to indicate rank or position. I wouldn't ask. That would indicate I cared. I needed more information about his personality before I did.

"Oh, I've been there. It is nice. I guess I come to this one out of habit."

He glanced around. "Have you been on the station for a long time?"

"Define 'long'," I chuckled. "I've been here off and on since its inception. This time it's been about three months since I've seen a natural atmosphere. But this is a great opportunity, so I'm not complaining."

"Have you spent any time in space other than here?"

"Sure, otherwise I couldn't have gotten on this bird. Mostly technical development and repair, but I've done some piloting and nav work. A little of this and a little of that. I just like the distances. What about you? An officer or a gentleman?"

He laughed in appreciation of my jest. It was soft and musical, and it made me feel important.

"A little of this and a little of that also. The station is, well, for me, home. You could say it's my life's work." Something in his eyes signified a grave importance in that. I figured he might even be one of the ship's engineers. So I wasn't dealing with a man of average intelligence here. That was refreshing.

"So, we have something in common," I baited him.

He took it. "What might that pleasant surprise be?"

I smiled. "Life's work. I built this window."

He raised his eyebrows in stunned appreciation. Then he raised his glass.

"A toast. To life's work."

"To life's work. And windows to the universe."

**

I awoke the next morning, wishing I wasn't alone, and got up to do my shopping. My comm buzzed before I got out the door.

Argh! On my day off, I was being called to check the structural integrity of a magnetic field in a minor docking bay.

"Can't it wait until tomorrow?"

"It cannot. It's scheduled for use this afternoon, and the tests we're running are showing instabilities. We need you to find the problem so it can be fixed today."

"All right, I'll come over now." Get this over with and on with my day.

I took a shuttle down through the interior portion of the station to the cargo shaft area. This section wasn't inhabited by life, just energy conduits and traversing elevators. It was quiet on my final walk to the bay.

The door to the bay slid open, revealing absolutely no one inside. Great. I walked to the wall comm and called the command center.

"…yes, I'm down here, but there's nobody home. If you want me to find the problem, I need the officer on duty to explain it to me."

"We'll find him and get him there."

"Thanks. It is my day off, you know." Just to let them know I didn't appreciate this little inconvenience.

I walked to the magnetic shield output and did a precursory once-over, but could find no malfunctions. The view out to the void through it was impressive, but disturbing if the shield was indeed malfunctioning. I didn't like the idea of being sucked into space while I waited for some lackey, who should have already been here.

Wait, wait, wait. This was the most intolerable part of working aboard a military "vessel". I decided to do some stretching while I waited. Still no officer, so I did a few flips for fun across the wide open empty cargo bay. That of course led into practicing forms, and I wished for the thousandth time I could carry my sword around with me. Just for instances like this.

The door finally slid open, and I quickly stopped my practice and walked away from the door to the output mechanism to hide my heavy breathing. That's when I heard breathing of another sort behind me. I excitedly thought it was the man I'd met the evening before. I spun around to greet him, and I saw…

Lord Vader!

Confused and stammering, I began to explain my presence alone in the cargo bay, although I was there for a purpose. It seemed he was amused to watch me squirm.

Vader was a living god on this station. I admired Lord Palpatine for the laying of the great foundations of this mammoth Empire, but in my heart I knew it was this man whose fist brought it to pass. We all glimpsed him from time to time, and rumors of the few conversations he'd had with people grew to fantastic proportions. I had never been this close to him. And like the day before, he and I were alone. Why was he here?

"I have seen you practice with the sword. You are quite adept. It is rare indeed to find an opponent while my duties command I be aboard this station. Would you honor me with a brief spar?" He held out my very own sword.

Would I say no to this? How could I fight him? Then my ego kicked in and I wondered how fast he was, with his considerable bulk.

He chuckled, in a deep, menacing growl. "Never underestimate your opponent. Nor overestimate your own abilities."

Ahh, so I was to receive a lesson. Well, I would be a good student, and absorb all I could from this great master. Opportunities like this don't come along but once in a lifetime.

"But I have a shield to fix."

"There is no malfunction."

Oh.

I palmed the sword and swung a few controlled blocks and thrusts to warm up. He stood in mute silence, except for his mechanized breathing. Then he raised his own blade, thankfully not a laser sword, to indicate he was ready. Like a great dragon he waited. I dared not make the first move.

He walked forward. I could tell immediately that he had the ability to move me wherever he wanted. I had to be aware of my own positioning so I would not fall too quickly into his trap. I tried a cross-step or two of my own to gauge his reaction, but he gave no indication of hesitation. Shit.

His reach was considerably longer than mine, and when he struck out for the first time, I was forced to defend from what I would have normally considered to be out of range. I immediately adapted a long range style.

I am no novice, and he was a master. I knew I would not be merely practicing. It would have been an insult and just plain stupid for me to perform below par. He provided the first few attacks, not so much testing me as giving me an opportunity to rise to the occasion. I deflected well, forcing his blade to the outside while spinning and leaping away to avoid his riposte.

Once I found an opening and took it. When I should have been forced to pull up my blade for fear of injuring him… he was not there. I swung my blade behind my back knowing instinctively he was there. His blade hit my own before I could turn to face him, so I back-handed it away and leapt up in the air, spinning a complete 360, feet together, and sliced back at his helmet. He leaned away from the stroke, which narrowly missed his face mask.

I landed in a crouch which made him tower all the more, and swiftly crab-walked out of range. Then I noticed he had stopped and was staring at me. At least I think he was staring. Something tickled my mind (that's the only way I can describe it) and I realized the movement I'd just performed worked! I'd done it!

Lord Vader gave a slight nod of his head and said, "Very impressive."

"Thank you…" and I could think of no title, for I didn't know what he was to me. I just bowed deeply, completely honored by his compliment. I struggled to catch my breath, and noticed his own was still completely even and slow. I envied that right now.

"Perhaps we shall do this again."

I just bowed again. For the second time in two days, I watched as he turned from me and strode magnificently away.

**

I wanted to run and tell everyone what I'd just done, but figured no one would believe me. But it was so incredible I had to let it out! I met my friends at the bar, and waited until they were all there to pop the news.

"I had a cool morning."

"It was your day off, right?"

"Yes… I was called in though, to fix a shield."

"And that was fun? You need to get out more." Chuckles came from around the table.

"Actually, I ended up sparring in the cargo bay."

"Oh, you found someone who likes those old metal things too?" More guffaws.

"He found me."

"Who?"

"Darth Vader."

One person laughed, one spit his quarza out and two stared at me with blank faces.

"I'm dead serious."

"And you lived to tell about it?"

"It was unreal. I was alone in the cargo bay, and then he just walked in and handed me my own sword."

"Oh, so now he's making calls to your room? That's rich!"

"That's the spooky thing about it. But I did fight him! I even bested him at one point."

"Let me get this straight: THE Lord Vader, Supreme Commander of this battle station and a sorcerer to boot, went into your quarters, grabbed your sword, found you in a cargo bay, and asked you to fight him and you won? Sure, I believe it."

"I really am serious! I'm still in shock from it. I went back to my room and just stared at the walls until now. You guys, it really happened. I don't know if word got back to him that someone was practicing in the vacant corridor where I do, and maybe he just wanted a live partner. It was great, though. The man is incredible!"

The looks on their faces were mixes of lingering disbelief and dawning respect. To them it was at least a good story. Our food came and I was forced to shut up about it for a while.

**

A week went by before I saw the man I'd met in the bar. Apparently he'd been thinking about me too, and he asked me out. We had a few dates, and I was beginning to be very attracted to him.

Our life stories were similar. He didn't have much family either, so he'd gone out in search of his destiny among the stars. He had been an officer in the military, but seemed hesitant to talk about it, so I didn't inquire further. And as I'd suspected, he had been involved in the engineering of the Death Star. I was impressed, but tried not to be giddy in his presence.

Then he finally asked me for dinner in his quarters. I accepted, a bit too eagerly. The dress I wore draped over me sensually and accented my boobs. No one can accuse me of shyness! It was a pale lilac, and I let my hair fall loosely over it.

His place was in a semi-remote area where many high ranking officials bunked. I was even more impressed during that final walk to his door. There wasn't a soul in sight.

The door slid open and my host appeared. He was gorgeous! The grey shirt and slacks he wore set off his eyes… I hadn't noticed how intense they really were. Music piped softly and the lighting was perfect.

"Welcome to my humble abode," he said with a slight mocking bow.

"Why thank you, my gracious Knight." He gave me an odd look, but it was gone in a flash.

The room was in dark grays and sparsely furnished. Very tasteful. He offered me a glass of wine and seated me on the couch. I looked around at his interesting collection of mementos. There were ancient shields and helmets, old scrolls in airtight frames, weavings of a magnificent thread that shimmered even in the low light. And a sword.

"Oh! May I take a closer look?"

"Please…" and we left the couch.

"It's beautiful! I would place it about nine hundred years old…from Iridonia?"

"Right on the money. You are amazing! I didn't know you liked weapons. Or just swords?"

"Well, I have been studying swordsmanship, among other martial arts, for most of my life. I don't bring it up to too many people. I get some pretty strange looks."

"Well, no strange looks here. I think that's fascinating."

"Do you?" We stared at each other for too long a period of time.

"Are you hungry?" Thankfully he broke the silence.

"Famished! Did you 'cook'?"

"But of course, or you could say I at least 'engineered' it. A little delicacy from Kuat, of all places. And some real greens."

"Fresh? You'll never cease to amaze me."

"I hope not…"

We sat and ate, making trivial conversation over the delicious food and a wonderful bottle of wine. The latter loosened our tongues and inhibitions. I helped him clear the table, but he insisted we leave the dishes for a 'droid. We finally retired to the couch.

Once again a long silence took place. He spoke first.

"You have been a breath of fresh air to me."

"I'm pleased you feel that way. Your company also means a lot to me."

"To think that such an intelligent and beautiful creature -"

"Oh, stop! You flatter me too much!"

"No, I mean this. I am so very attracted to you…"

The air around us began to crackle with expectation.

"… but I feel I must tell you more about… myself… in all fairness to you."

I wanted to say that nothing he could tell me would ruin this moment. I did feel we had become very close in the short time we'd known each other, and I felt just as passionate about him as he did me.

"This is hard, because it's never really mattered. OK, here it is: I have a lot of mechanics."

Inwardly I smiled, but I didn't want to embarrass him. I did however jest to make light of the situation. "Is your brain a machine?"

"No, that is unfortunately all too susceptible to human frailties."

"How about your… impulses?"

He grinned. "All natural there, though with a little – shall we say – aiding?"

"Oh, so now you're saying you're quite better than man OR machine?"

"No, I wouldn't be so vain… that judgment is for others than myself to make." A devilish smile crossed his lips. He was quite seductive.

"Well, then, a judgment calls for proof, does it not?" Touche!

He sprang on me like an animal and I was surprised to find myself submitting. He greedily sought my mouth, and thrust his thick hot tongue into it. I wanted to react but I was so aroused all I could do was purr.

His hands enveloped my waist, and crawled up my back. He pressed my body to his, and lifted me off the couch. It was then that I realized how huge and powerful he really was. He carried me into a dim chamber and laid me on a bed draped in shimmering cloths in the center of the room. I glimpsed objects at the edges of my field of vision, but they were not decipherable, nor were they important.

I ripped my clothes off as I lay there watching him do the same, standing above me. There were several areas where his mechanics were exposed through his skin: at his hips and one shoulder and elbow. He breastbone had been replaced with a panel of lights I believed indicated his respirator controls. Other than that, skin covered whatever was machine. I thought he looked absolutely magnificent.

His erect cock was taut and shiny, and yes, quite real. When he climbed onto the bed, it drooped under its own weight, swaying left and right. My impulse was to spread my legs.

He sought my mouth again, and this time I responded, clawing my hands down his back and writhing my body under his. Then he thrilled me by gently kissing and sucking my neck, making his way down to my nipples. I tensed in anticipation when I realized where he was going. I just about exploded when his tongue finally touched my clit.

He went slowly at first, but I ground my groin into his mouth, and he stroked faster. I was right on the verge, and he knew it. He gave a low moan himself and then climbed back up to me. His hand smoothed my thighs more apart, and he pushed his cock to me. It was huge, but I was so ready that it slid in quite snugly. I watched the pleasure on his face as he sank deep inside me and then gently pulled out again. Slowly. Over and over.

Then we sped up. He pounded faster, and pulled his hips up enough for the base of his cock to rub my clit as he stroked.

He paused only slightly – not to catch his breath – and I slipped off of him, mocking escape. He laughed and grabbed me as I turned over, and I thrust my ass up into the air at him. He took my hips in his massive hands and pulled me back onto his cock, and rammed it home. I could feel it so far up inside me that I thought I would explode from the pleasure.

Then he leaned over my back and reached for one breast. My nipple grazed his palm as he thrust me back and forth. The hand wandered to my shoulder, where it pushed me harder onto him. Then back under my belly, where a finger sought out my clit. With that one hand he held my hips to him and stroked me into ecstasy.

As I felt his body begin to spasm in release, my own tensed up in mutual expectation. I opened my eyes and caught a glint of light reflected off something directly across the room from me. A little part of my attention and curiosity were drawn to it. My eyes focused, and there, in front of me, was Darth Vader's helmet!

Pleasure, fear, awe, power, submission, love, greed, anger and hope blossomed inside of me. And I orgasmed. Harder, longer and more intense than I could have ever imagined possible.

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