Vader's Angel

By: wertman25

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Star Wars…. or Anakin Skywalker… which is a pity…

Author's Note: Please note this was a previously deleted chapter, which was re-added to the story because I felt after the story continued that it was a mistake to have deleted it in the first place.

Status: Updated.

Chapter 2: Devotion to the Dark Side

There was a thunderous noise– a noise that sounded of a death like symphony, one that featured a stampede of the biggest and wildest beasts, but was far worse than anything imaginable. It was a deafening sound to all that stood near, bringing fear into their hearts and panic to their minds; hopeless but to watch the storm of white slowly approach and overtake them. It caused absolute chaos to all but one: Darth Vader. To him, it was a pleasant noise– a righteous noise, his perfect battle symphony. He watched from above as his troopers began to storm the grounds of the Imperial Senate building, marching their way in sync up the long steps and into the structure, their footsteps echoing into the future– the progress that awaited them.

The trooper that stood beside Vader within the ship informed him of their progression down below, before giving an estimated time till they could land to join them. It was a pleasing report, but one that Vader simply ignored, keeping his mind on the task at hand and his energy within the Dark Side of the Force. Usually, Vader hated to be locked up in places such as Coruscant, but today, he didn't mind. He had waited for this moment for far too long… to see the beginning of the end. With this progress, it was only a matter of time before the Rebellion and its traitorous followers no longer stood in their way. It was only a matter of time before he would achieve what he was created to do.

He continued to survey from where the ship hovered above, watching and listening as his troopers began to take the betrayers into custody. He was pleased with their work, their quick thinking, and their clean results. Usually he would feel the need to be on the ground with his troops during such an event, but that was not the case in Coruscant. Here, he preferred to be out of the public eye, only showing himself when needed. His troops hadn't seen much of the city either, only having permitted areas and used for important events. In fact, he could hardly remember the last time so many troops took to the public eye of Coruscant, his memory only finding one occurrence, envisioning a similar time when Vader had led his troops up the stairs of the Jedi Temple before the atrocity's extinction. That had been his first time revealing himself to the Jedi– to anyone, finally being able to show the galaxy of the power he had and how weak they all were compared to him– compared to the Dark Side of the Force.

It had been some time since he had last been on Coruscant, the last few months blurring together, but so far it had not been a pleasant return. He had acted poorly the day before, something coming over him that he could not explain. It was something he had never experienced before, not in all of his years of training and because of it, a heavy feeling sat within his stomach. He truly wasn't sure if his actions had just been because of his poor temper or possibly his growing annoyance, but the fact that he had allowed it to effect him so greatly irked him. His master had commanded him to be civilized while prying the minds of their enemies apart, and he had done so almost perfectly until that insignificant fool had pressed his limits. He had just been so focused; so frustrated, and so preoccupied with his task at hand, that the moment the drunken fool collided with him it was all over. Thankfully, he had obtained enough information throughout the night that his master had been pleased enough to overlook his outburst, but Vader's grudge remained and he waited for the opportunity to bring them all to their ends.

His master had made him wait until the following morning to begin his attack; meaning that Vader had been waiting for this moment for the past few hours. It also meant that he hadn't sleep, which wasn't unusual, but he had mediated deeply, falling into the deepest corners of hell and had called upon the darkest of beasts within the darkness. His training exercises had brought him focus– strength, only furthering his connection to the Force, swearing himself more deeply to its will, and renewing his devotion to the Dark. His hunger was ravenous and even worse because he was close to his prey. He was ready and the Force was beckoning.

"Lord Vader," the same trooper reported from beside him, finally catching the Sith's attention. "We are making our descent."

Vader nodded as he breathed in the darkness one final time, knowing his eyes were glowing with his power as the ship lowered to the ground. Stepping out onto the tarmac, Vader was greeted by an Imperial officer and another squadron of troops.

"Lord Vader," the officer greeted formally, pleasing his Commander by keeping his greeting short before obediently falling in line behind the Sith as he walked.

Even though this was still a battle within Vader's mind and would be conducted as such, he knew the changes that awaited him. This was never as easily as a battlefield. There were too many witnesses– too many cameras– too many people to serve. If Vader had his way, he would kill them all or force them to see things as he did. It was simpler than the countless bickering and lies that had no point. After all, what he was doing was for the good of the galaxy– for the Empire. He saw no wrong with his actions, and neither should they. He was only correcting wrongs and keeping the peace.

His master had commanded him to be subtle, to not kill any of the senators or other traitorous personnel out in the public eye. Vader had to be sure not to leave any loose ends and to clean up his mess sterily. The Emperor would have to explain this later and still needed to keep the support of the Galactic Senate until he could disband of the operation entirely, when his secret weapon was fully operational and he could keep control by means of fear.

"Lord Vader," a brave member of the Press stepped forward as he walked, passing through the growing crowd with ease. "Please, could you give us a–"

Vader said nothing, he never did, but he motioned to the officer behind him to give a statement; that would at least make his master pleased.

The officer immediately did as instructed, nodding to Vader before pausing to look at the members of the Press. "If you are loyal subjects of the Empire, you have nothing to fear," he stated clearly and confidently, making his Commander pleased. "Lord Vader is merely keeping us safe. He has tracked Rebellion spies within the Galactic Senate itself and we are simply dealing with the issue to keep the galaxy safe. This is simply an investigation."

As he entered into the building, Vader could hear claps echo from behind him following his officer's statement from the small group that had gathered to listen– or in truth, gathered to be intrusive. They seemed to be pleased and cheered after the news, biting at Vader's temper. They were all fools, smart enough to not go against the Empire, but stupid enough to believe the lies his master fed. The idiotic higher-class subjects were the worse, but even more irritating were the people that stood ahead, the professional liars.

As Vader stalked by the grand columns with his troopers marching close behind him, terror was tangible in the air, many knowing what the sight of him would bring. Pausing as he reached one of the main chambers that led to many of the senators' offices, he did nothing but allow his troops to pass him by and take in the glorious sight of which was unfolding. Vader simply watched as his troopers brought the traitors out from their holes, some screaming while others tried to fight. Some screamed of their innocence, while others screamed pointlessly about their loved ones or their lives, trying to touch something inside of Vader or his troops that did not exist.

It was like screaming silence to him, only hearing the acclaimed sound of freight and not the words within it. Their words hardly mattered anyways, Vader already knowing the instinct that lived within every living soul: the need to survive. He had been watching others die since he was young and knew very well that a being about to die would say anything to prolong his or her judgment. What their misunderstanding was that they believed the judgment came after death, but Vader knew the truth. The child of the Force had already judged and found them unworthy, thus securing their fate.

In fact, he had already decided that all the pests they were obtaining today were unworthy, that they deserved to die. He knew that they were not securing all of the traitors, only the weak links, but they were hardly significant, simple supporters of the Rebellion with no real Intel about the Alliance. They were practically a waste of his time.

"You can't do this, Lord Vader!" a senator shouted wildly, knocking down a trooper and catching Vader's attention before the troopers restrained him and dragged him by his arms out of the chamber. "No! You can't do this! You can't do this!"

"Shut up!" the trooper on his right shouted, knocking the man in the back of the head to silence him as Vader nearly rolled his eyes and continued forward.

Watch me, Vader thought at the ridiculous statement, placing his hands on his belt as arrogance bubbled within his belly. He couldn't do this? It almost made him laugh. What fools! What idiots! He seemed to already be doing it… and had been doing it all of his life. What didn't they understand? They couldn't stop him. He was the most powerful Sith ever... or at least he would be soon enough.

Growing somewhat bored and in need of more action, Vader finally moved from his place of surveillance within the room. He knew the movement on his part was inevitable; that he couldn't stay still forever, but he allowed the true action to happen without him. He was merely a surveyor of the operations, sticking to the main levels as he waited for further instructions. Through the Force he could sense his troops spread out among four or five levels, proceeding with the plan as he had order.

The people that the troopers escorted from the chambers continued to scream for mercy and those who did not simply watched from the sidelines, peaking out from their offices or around corners, knowing that they could be next. Like the true master that Vader was, he could see in the weaklings' eyes the desire to run and something inside him hoped they would, desiring a good chase.

"Lord Vader," a commander called as he paced up behind him, bringing Vader from his thoughts as he paused to turn towards the man.

"What is it, Commander?"

"The Emperor has demands," the man reported, handing him a holopad that had seemingly come from his master himself. "There are instructions for you on the following page and he requires these senators, sir. Says it's urgent."

Vader took the holopad, skimming the list quickly as the commander scurried away. All high-class senators, Vader thought before he swiped to the following page. What is he up to?

The following page held a decoded message, no doubt from his master, written in the language of the Sith, a command that translated to:

Kill the senators from Anaxes and Nubia. They are of no further use to me. Once my demands are complete, come see me.

"Lord Vader," a voice called angrily, causing the Sith to look up from the holopad and almost smirk.

How convenient…

The senator from Nubia strutted his way arrogantly towards the Sith, pausing before the Dark Lord and gesturing around as if he held any sort of power. "What is this?"

"Known of your concern," Vader replied back smoothly, only poking at the senator's belligerent anger and causing the man's face to increase to a brighter shade of red.

"You're so bold, Lord Vader," he snapped in return. "And you know as a member of the Imperial Senate that I have a right to know." He gestured to the scene around him, just as another woman was being pulled out of her office, kicking and screaming as if she could break free and someone would help her. "What is the meaning of this... this... madness?"

"A cleansing," Vader answered simply, locking the holopad and snapping it onto his belt.

"Cleansing?" the man repeated mockingly as his eyes widened and a crease formed on his forehead. "More like a purge. The Emperor agreed to keep the troops away from here. The Senate voted–"

"My Master," Vader snapped, "is the Senate."

The man regained himself, moving his body into a strong posture as he crossed his arms tightly over his chest. "That may be true, but democracy–"

"Is no longer the power at play," Vader finished, his words more a threat than a statement.

"Lord Vader," the senator said, considering his words as he kindly motioned to the room behind him. "May we talk? In private?"

Vader nearly laughed once more. This man was practically asking for his own death and giving Vader a perfect way to do so cleanly. Without hesitation, Vader followed the senator into his nearby office before the troopers closed the doors behind them, standing on the outside of the doorway knowing what was about to come next.

As Vader paused in the center of the room watching the man take his seat behind his desk, the Sith sensed before he noticed the woman that stood in the corner, his head turning just a fraction in her direction as she took another large step towards the senator in false protection.

"This is my wife," the man spoke as if that explained her reason for being there and as if Vader cared. To him, she would just be another useless loss for the sake of his greater cause.

"We would like to come to agreement," the senator eventually spoke, folding his hands professionally and again, with false power.

Vader stilled in the center of the room, crossing his arms tightly over his chest as he looked towards the man and began to pick apart his mind. Were they really just as stupid as they appeared? They were trying to bargain? Trying to turn him against his master?

"We both know the Emperor is in charge here," the man continued stupidly, but not entirely untrue. "But we all know that you are the man with the true power." He paused, motioning to the woman that stepped sideways to stand beside him, still visibly shaking with her wide-eyes locked on Vader. "My wife," he continued, his emotions mixed and thoughts wild as he placed his arm around her. "Sarah, is pregnant with our first child and we have decided we would like our child to grow up in a better place such as this. We want to overthrow the Emperor–"

Upon the vocal confession, Vader raised his hand immediately, doing as trained to defend his master. The senator choked as Vader's invisible gripped crushed against his throat, his hands leaving his wife and flying to his neck in a state of panic.

"It's treason then…" Vader whispered, taking a step forward as he closed his fingers tighter.

"Please, Lord Vader!" the woman begged with wide pleading eyes, her hands on her husband's neck trying to loosen the grip as she looked between him and the Sith. "We speak of a plan– of a future, where you rule the galaxy." It was a fair attempt, but also a vain one. Her words did nothing to stop Vader and as her husband began to pale, something inside her snapping as she watched the life drain from her husband and father of her unborn child's eyes. "Stop!" she screamed, becoming ballistic. "We had to try for the sake of our child! Don't leave me a widow! Don't leave my baby without her father!"

Her pleads that were meant to stop the Sith Lord merely pressed him on, the twisted monster enjoying her pain and her suffering. As she screamed one final plea, Vader snapped her husband's neck, the man's head falling to an unnatural position before collapsing to the ground. The woman wailed a loud and painful filled cry, watching the dead body of her husband before realizing the fate that awaited her as well. With a pale face and tear filled eyes, the woman's head snapped towards the Sith, his hidden gaze already looming on the pregnant woman.

Sensing that she was now the one in trouble, she took a large step back, the tears pouring from her eyes as her hand formed protectively over her swollen stomach. "You wouldn't hurt a pregnant woman," she tried to plead, stumbling until she was against the wall. "You wouldn't hurt my baby."

"You don't want your child to grow up fatherless," Vader breathed, not even attempting to hide his mockery. "I'm merely fulfilling your wish."

"Please don–"

Vader snapped her neck before she was able to finish her pleads, feeling the life drain from her body as it hit the floor and soon after her unborn child. Turning without a single emotion on his mind, he opened the doors and exited the office. The small amount of troopers that had been waiting for his return saluted him as he paused, waiting for their instructions.

"Find a way to dispose of them."

"Yes, Lord Vader."

The troopers ran on either side of their commander, grouping within the office as the captain instructed his own plans for the quiet disposer of the bodies. Vader was about to turn away, leaving them and the bodies behind when a man entered into the chamber and immediately paused. Taking in the sight of the dead bodies before the doors could be completely shut, Bail Organa stood motionless and wide-eyed, his mouth hanging open in utter shock.

"Senator Organa," Vader called, not caring for the man's reaction as he unclipped the holopad from his belt and sauntered over to the frozen senator.

"Lord Vader," the man responded, almost too clearly as he quickly regained himself. Vader could see his chest rise and fall, the man controlling his emotions. As Vader paused, the man showed no emotion, only professional respect. He stood before the Sith like Vader was no different than any other man. It was a classic show– a political show. They both held no respect for the other and Vader knew he had something to hide. His master and him both knew, but Senator Organa wasn't as foolish to let it slip– but the man was foolish enough to believe that if he could control his emotions it would make him look innocent. If he only knew the opposite effect that it had, that without allowing his fear and hatred to flow forward, it made him ever more guilty than the men that freely admitted to their crime.

"I was just on my way to see some of my colleagues," Organa continued, motioning down the hall and trying to offer some kind of explanation. "I didn't mean to intrude. I see that you are very busy."

"I sense as much," Vader replied, conveying nothing but his un-amusement. "That is precisely why I stopped you."

"Oh?" the man answered, not attempting to hide his surprise as he rose an eyebrow at the Sith in questioning.

Vader held the holopad out for him. "The Emperor has requested you and a number of your comrades' presences."

The man seemed surprised, taking the device and skimming the datasheet on the screen before looking back at Vader with sudden doubt. "You aren't going to question us, my Lord?"

Vader remained unfazed. "Not unless you have something to hide."

"Of course not," he answered too quickly, his emotions beginning to leak through his mask as well as his growing nerves. "We will meet with him at once. I– I assume that all my peers are not ones that you have taken into… into custody?"

Not yet, Vader thought, knowing the truth despite their fair act. "Are they traitors?"

"Of course not, my Lord."

"Then you shouldn't have anything to worry about."

"Oh yes," Organa replied, almost in embarrassment as he bowed his head. "I– I will find them all at once and do just as the Emperor wishes." Rising his head once more, the senator was unable to keep his sadness from blossoming as his eyes found the lifeless bodies behind Vader. "Sarah Tilka was five months pregnant…" he whispered almost absently, a strange hurt within his words. "With a baby girl…"

Vader simply placed his hands on his belt, staring down at the man– he wasn't in the mood for any sort of chatting and immediately Bail Organa got the hint.

"Well," he regained himself, standing to his full height and trying to hide his newly developed anger. "How wonderful they could die together." He stared at Vader for another moment, a million thoughts loudly passing though his mind before he forced himself to give a sneering bow. "Thank you, Lord Vader."

Vader turned without giving a vocal response, heading towards the main chambers. He was looking into the eyes of a man that was about to run– he could sense it. Bail Organa was going to flee, but the question still remained of how many others would follow?

"Lord Vader," an officer stated as he fell into stride beside him. "We have detected quite a lot of chatter on the Senate's main server. Personnel warning others of our presence and of yours also, sir."

"Chatter does not concern me," Vader replied in annoyance. "Jam any further transmissions from leaving this building. Have a group monitor the server for outliers."

"Yes, sir."

"Sir," a trooper saluted before giving a final report. "All floors are secure. We have either exterminated or detained all traitors, with the exception for the personnel that have not arrived as of yet."

"Good work, trooper." Vader replied somewhat pleased. "Keep a squadron on location and another on standby, send all others back to base. Monitor the situation till after my meeting with the Emperor."

"Yes, sir."

The building had been cleared out by now and Vader found himself walking the halls instead of the shadows as he made his way towards his master's chambers. Unlike usual, now the building was empty and quiet. It wasn't filled to the brim with liars and schemers– it wasn't completely filled with fools that stood in the way of progress. It was a small start, but a start nonetheless. Now, he could be seen amongst the crowds, among the empty halls that now felt like home– If Vader would have a home.

As he entered into the holding room before the red suite of his master's office, the Red Guards who stood at attention at each side of the closed doorway gave him a silent decline from entering. It was an irritating appeal, but one that Vader decided to ignore. The Sith could sense seven presences still with his master, including that of Bail Organa, knowing that there were twelve senators on the list. Irritatingly enough, he couldn't remember who could be missing, except the senator from Anaxes and the senator from Naboo, both of who had seemingly disappeared. He tried to mentally recall the list from his memory, but came up short as another annoyance spread within his veins.

"Seems quite weak," a voice stated arrogantly, interrupting his thoughts as the presence stepped into the room. "Needing so many men to keep so few in order."

"Tarkin." Vader growled immediately, not even needing to reach out into the Force to identify the infuriating presence. "Only you," he breathed annoyed. "Would be so bold."

"Come now, Vader." the man replied, stating his usual response for trying to dispute the air between them. "You," he continued, placing a hand on Vader's back, "my friend, need to lighten up."

The action only made Vader's irritation grow, the Sith turning to face the man at his full height. "What brings you to Coruscant?" Vader hissed, trying to press the elder man's limits in return. "I would have thought you too busy overseeing to be pulled away from such a project.'

"And I thought you too deep in the hunt to waste time with such petty purges," Tarkin snapped back without hissing a beat before waving his hand in triumph. "But yet, here we both are."

It may have been a true statement, but it did nothing for Vader's anger. Games were not something that Vader was in the mood for and the one that Tarkin was trying to play would not end in his favor. So Vader remained silent, staring down at the man until the air and darkness between them became too heavy not to give the young Sith what he wanted, forcing the man into submission.

"The Emperor requested my presence," Tarkin eventually answered, his face conveying his displeasure– with Vader and with the Emperor.

"And Director Krennic?" Vader pressed, turning to look at the white-uniformed that stood just behind the pair, almost attempting to hide in the darkness.

Upon being noticed, the other man bowed his head in respect, but did not take a step forward. He did not speak, giving Vader the exact answer to their sudden arrival.

"Another delay?" Vader pressed, trying and knowing how to spike both of the men's anger.

Tarkin was merely just an overseer of the project, but Director Orson Krennic was the planner and creator, for he was the director of Advanced Weapons Research for the Imperial military. Even though it was Tarkin with high hopes for the secret weapon, Orson Krennic was obsessed with the completion of the delayed Death Star project. A cruel but brilliant man, Krennic had staked his reputation on the delivery of the functional battle station to the Emperor and as of recently, he had been failing to deliver.

"It will be finished as promised," Krennic responded, his voice strong as he defended it. "Creating a weapon of this size and multitude has never been done, there will always be unforeseen issues, but nothing I cannot handle."

"Unforeseen issues," Vader repeated, remembering the report well. "I hear there are issues with such plans."

The man seemed to become flustered, a redness rising to his cheeks, the insult burning. "It is being dealt with."

"I would hope so," Vader replied casually. "You do have a great many things to explain."

"Nonsense," Tarkin snapped. "The man who tried to leak information has been convicted of treason against the Empire. The plans are safe on Scariff."

"The weapon still remains a secret," Krennic added. "It has been hidden perfectly since The Clone Wars and The Rebellion knows nothing of its existence."

"I would hope not," Vader replied, keeping with the same tone that insulted both men while also adding a silent threat. "Because the weapon, being unfinished as it is, if found could become a risk of being destroy."

"Lord Vader," Krennic smiled, waving his hands in the air. "I thought you believed my weapon insignificant, yet here you are–"

"My feelings towards your weapon have not changed," Vader retorted deeply, not allowing the man to achieve a higher ground with some ridiculous false accusation. "But allowing the traitorous fools such a target would bring them hope and hope is something these people are not allowed. If they were–"

I can't wait to get that woman on her knees, a thought screamed within Vader's mind, the idea being broadcasted so loud that even the Sith could hear the fantasy. I can't wait to get her naked before me, with her mouth around my cock while I slide down the back of her throat… Hmm. Those lips will feel so good. She will be such a prize.

The thought penetrated his mind before he could stop it, making him hesitate and unable to finish his sentence. It had only taken a second or two for the thought to process within Vader's mind, but the time had been long enough for the other two men to notice.

"What's wrong, Vader?" Tarkin pressed with a laugh. "Something bothering you?"

"Your lack of trust in the Force," Vader answered without delay, regaining himself with ice on his breath.

A brown-haired woman lay beneath him, her naked body his for the taking. He wasted no time thrusting into her, pressing into her as far as he would go before beginning to thrust. Her moans started to fill the air as he continued to move in and out of her, his hands kneading her breasts and his lips hot on her skin.

"Oh, Rush!" she screamed. "Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder!"

He closed his eyes in annoyance, his hands curling at his sides as he tried to block out any further distractions. There were always pros and cons to having strong abilities such as Vader's, and this was always a downside. It wasn't the first time Vader had witnessed such a fantasy, the visions usually ranging between sexual encounters to secret lives to murders. It was always infuriating when it happened and even more so at a time like this, when it was being thought so loudly that he could not tune it out. At least, he knew now the man that was creating the fantasy– the idiot from the night before that he should have never allowed to live: Rush Clovis.

Tarkin nearly rolled his eyes, shaking his head in annoyance. "I believe we already had this conversation."

"You cannot stand on the way of progress, Lord Vader." the director stepped forward, suddenly feeling brave. "The weapon will be unbeatable and I will go down in history as the man that–"

His patience between it all– his master, the senators, the officers, and the fantasy– fell short and Vader raised his hand before he could stop himself. The director immediately felt the clasp of his throat, his words stopping as he pulled on his collar.

"Be careful to not choke on your aspirations, Director." Vader warned, before using the other hand to capture Tarkin, not allowing either man to move. "And you Tarkin are no different. It would a pity for either of you to forget your place."

"Lord Vader."

His master's voice suddenly resonated from behind him, making Vader immediately release both men before turning and watching as the small amount of senators nearly scurried out of the room.

"Come my friend," the Emperor motioned, not commenting on Vader's actions as he beckoned his apprentice forward, only sparing the two other men a single glance. "I'll deal with you two in a moment." He turned back around, the mood in the room immediately changing. "Lord Vader…" Sidious greeted again, walking around the large Sith as he made his way towards his desk across the room. "I trust everything is going as planned."

Vader paid no attention to his master's comments, his gaze staying on the room just outside the office where he had been previously, watching as the doors shut. His mind and energy focused on feeling the thoughts of the senators that had just been released– their thoughts and plans as they made their escape. "Master–"

"Yes, yes," his master commented uncaring, not allowing Vader to finish as he waved his hands to match his statement and met his apprentice's frown "I know. They are going to run. And you are going to let them."

Vader's frown hardened beneath the hood, not understanding his master's commands. "If we follow," Vader pressed. "We will have the location of the Rebel Alliance."

"They aren't that foolish to run straight to the Rebellion," Sidious snapped, his anger beginning to grow. "Their plan is to hide first. I have already foreseen it."

"We can still-"

"They are prepared," Sidious snapped once more, making his word final as he sat down behind his desk. "We need information, Lord Vader, not just the location."

"I can handle them," Vader said confidently, striding across the room in attempt to change the crazy old man's mind. "They are no match for me."

The Emperor merely smiled, flashing his yellow teeth and pointing a pale, wrinkled finger at Vader. "You think yourself indestructible, Lord Vader." he commented. "But let's not forget what will happen to you in the not too distant future."

Instantly thoughts of lava and fire swirled within Vader's mind, engulfing his train of thought. He could practically feel the burning of his skin and the pain within his lungs. It was enough to make him hesitate– to make him yield.

"I haven't forgotten," he stated clearly, obviously backing down.

His master's smile widened profoundly, always enjoying Vader's pain and submission. "They," he pointed another pale finger, gesturing to the door– to the senators that had just escaped his office. "Are not the weakest of links. They are too dedicated to break– to reveal anything… even to you."

Vader disagreed, but remained silent, knowing his place.

"We must wait," Sidious continued. "We will further break them from afar and we will watch as they further break themselves. The precise opportunity will present itself, but for now I have other plans."

Vader tried his best not to sound bitter. "And what may they be?"

"We will break the weakest link," Sidious stated clearly, a plan clearly on his mind, but not one that Vader was able to penetrate, his master safely guarding it in his mind.

"How?" Vader asked, his eyes moving back to the closed doorway and feeling through the Force as the senators' presences were beginning to become weaker as they moved farther and farther away. "They are all going to flee."

"Not all of them," Sidious frowned as he shook his head, correcting the comment. "We still possess the weak link."

"Who?" Vader pressed, turning back to his master and watching as an evil grin curled onto the old man's features.

"Senator Amidala."

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