Prelogue
The Sith lord Darth Vader looked around the bridge of his favoured star destroyer, The Executor. All around him officers were busy typing away on their screens, officers barking out orders and working as fast as they could. Every time Vader would stand on the bridge, he knew production would double.
"Fear increases my power," he thought. The officers made sure to be very careful that no one stepped a single toe out of line. Vader aso knew that the officers were terrified to talk to him.
"Sir.." a single officer approached him, "A training academy in Tatooine is reporting a force sensitive cadet hopeful, sir," he said all in one breath.
Vader didn't acknowledge the officer, and continued staring out into space, until he finally spoke, "Send Inquisitor Ra."
Vader had gotten angry at hearing the name of his homeworld, Tatooine. Vader knew Ra could sense force users from miles away, and he didn't want to take any chances with jedi. Ra was, if not the most trusted, but the most capable inquisitor Vader had, and he wanted the extraction done quickly and quietly. No one other than himself, his master, and Ra could take on a legion of troops armed with the most powerful blasters of the day without breaking down.