Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars. If I did, Jar Jar Binks would never have existed. There lies in the proof of my not owning Star Wars (That and not being one of the richest people on the face of the planet). George Lucas owns the whole franchise, so you can blame him for the last two movies. Or thank him, if you, you know, liked the movies.

A robed and hooded figure slowly moved down a long and generic hallway, moving with a certain air of determination. The figure's lone companion in his walk was the sound of his boots landing onto the floor, but he had to strain his ears to even hear that, as he had long ago learned to walk with an unnerving stealth. As he neared the end of the hallway he paused for a brief moment. He then continued to walk until he no longer could, his path obstructed by a door. His hand briefly appeared and raced across a nearby keypad before it disappeared back into his robe. The keypad buzzed indignantly, telling him that his code was invalid. He had to quell a flare up of anger within him upon seeing this.

There is no emotion; there is peace.

The figure was irritated by the door's refusal to open, but he would not let it defeat him. The figure quickly flicked his hand and from his robes came a thin silver cylinder. An intense beam of blue light shot forth from the cylinder and as the item neared the figure's open hand the beam easily slashed through the door, making a perfect diagonal cut. The figure then grabbed the item and created another cut in the door, forming an X pattern. The figure brought out his open hand and shot it in the direction of the door. An invisible force manipulated the door and the four separate segments burst forward. Upon landing on the floor they skidded across the ground before finally coming to a stop, alerting everything within the room of the figure's presence.

There is no ignorance; there is knowledge.

One of the many droids in the room began to clumsily walk over to the robed figure, obviously too stupid to realize a threat when it saw one.

"State your business here." It asked in a grating mechanical tone.

"My name is Anakin Skywalker. I'm here to see Nute Gunray." Anakin said passively, deceptively. He didn't want to reveal his vendetta of vengeance.

"Access is denied. I apologize." With a clean sweep of the hand holding his lightsaber Anakin then showed how forgiving he was. The droid collapsed to the ground, a pile of useless metal and circuitry. A number of security droids noticed this and fired a barrage of lasers at Anakin, each hitting the Padawan dead on. However, they did not harm him. Anakin felt the energy of the lasers flow into him, and he used the excess energy the lasers created to propel the security droids against a wall with such force that they too collapsed to the floor, their once intricate and detailed parts smoldering ruins.

There is no passion; there is serenity.

Anakin then charged to the opposite end of the room, destroying a door that blocked access into a private chamber. Within the chamber was a very nervous looking Nemoidian. More nervous looking than usual, that is. The Nemoidian cowered in a corner of the room, desperately pleading for his life, wondering what he had done to incur such wrath…recently.

"Padme. You tried to kill her." The Nemoidian acted as though he did not know what Anakin was talking about, but even had he not his fate was sealed. The bright blade of the lightsaber passed through his neck, searing the flesh it came in contact with. Nute's eyes glazed over and he fell to the ground, much like the droids. Unlike the droides though, his life ended and death claimed his soul. No.

"There is no death; there is the Force." Anakin whispered to the corpse before walking back out, his robes trailing behind him.

Author's Note- Well, what did you think? Unless I actually get reviews this will be a one-shot thing and won't continue. So, please review!