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Son
Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith, was dreaming. In his dream, he saw the place that he despised most in the galaxy –Tatooine. He could taste the sand as the dry winds ravaged across the barren desert, small dust devils forming in places where the wind was strongest. One of these tornados blurred, then morphed into a humanoid shape, one he thought he had forgotten: one he hoped he would never see again.
Shimi Skywalker drew nearer to him, her familiar face etched into a sad mask. Why Ani? Why? He didn't know, how could he? It was all in Palpatine's plot –he had been used. Come back Ani, I need to see you…Come back…
No, Vader wasn't about to return to the planet where he was a slave, where his mother had died, where he had killed the animals who had murdered her…
Come back, please, you are needed….