Vader sat at the table that stood before them.... Alia lifted her hand and threw Lando towards the wall.

"Darling Alia, how good it is to see you again," Vader spoke up.

"Truly wish I could say the same," Alia mumbled.

"I also see you've made adjustments to your saber.... Although red is a much better color," Vader breathed.

"Maybe for you!" Alia snapped.

Suddenly the room filled up with troopers... roughly grabbed everyone, taking their weapons away.

Vader stood up and walked towards Alia... extending his hand out. She looked from his hand to his helmet, giving him a questionable look.

"What am I supposed to do?" Alia asked.

"Take my hand.. come back to me," Vader sighed.

"How funny! Lord Vader cracked a joke," Alia laughed.

Vader grabbed Alia's arm and dragged her away from Leia and Han.... Chewie growled with anger.

Chewie lunged towards Vader, but Alia stood between them... putting her hands on his chest.

"Don't! I'll be okay," Alia whispered.

Chewie growled softly and nodded, walking towards Han.

Vader shoved Alia out of the room and into another one, right next door.

"How was your vacation?" Vader asked.

"I wasn't on vacation! They were much nicer then you have ever been," Alia sighed.

"Where is their base?!" Vader demanded.

"That's what this is? You want to know the location?" Alia asked.

Vader nodded.

Alia leaned closer to Vader.

"Listen carefully... GO TO HELL!" Alia snapped.

Vader raised one of his hands... and slapped Alia across the face, which caused her to stumble back. She placed her hand on her cheek.... feeling the heat, she looked up at Vader holding back the tears.

"Don't you ever lay a hand on me," Alia whispered, rushing out of the room.

Leaving Vader alone... who quickly started regretting his action.