A/N
Hello to all of you who are reading this story. I know this update is only a day after the last one, but I plan on easing into it more after this, probably 2-3 times a week. Enjoy, and if you want to give feedback, then please review!

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The night black starfighter descended into the fiery Mustafar atmosphere, landing on the platform outside of the Kleggor Corp mining facility. Anakin Skywalker stepped out of the starfighter, volcanic ash lightly dusting his boots. No, not Anakin Skywalker.

Darth Vader.

Anakin Skywalker was dead.

He had died on Coruscant, inside of Palpatine's office. Darth Vader was born minutes later.

Vader had gone to the temple, slaughtered the Jedi, and reported back to his master. Rather… temporary master. As soon as Sidious revealed the secret of power over death, their relationship would undergo a transformation. A quite fatal transformation.

He was confident he could kill Sidious. He was the Chosen One after all. But for now, the illusion of servitude must be kept. And for that, he must enter the mining operations base. To some, that might pose a problem. But not for him.

For he had the entrance codes.

Nute Gunray looked at the viewscreen, seeing the black hooded figure step out of his starfighter. This must be the Darth Vader that Sidious was talking about, he thought.

Gunray hoped that Vader was better than Sidious or Dooku was. But… he didn't think so. From his experience with the sith, all of them were alike.

Treacherous and deceitful. However, Gunray and the rest of the council seemed to know their place.

All of them showed various signs of nervousness. Without turning his head, he could see San Hill adjusting his long dress robes, Rune Haako shifting his weight from foot to foot, and Poggle the Lesser flapping his wings about, chattering nervously. Behind him, Shu Mai was tightening the elaborate hairdo she wore, and Wat Tambor was adjusting the gas mix in his pressure suit. Somwhere off in a corner, perhaps in the conference room, Passel Argente was talking to his aide, Denaria Kee.

Vader entered the main door, heading through the hallways to the control center. All of the council members could feel the approaching darkness as the sith entered the room.

San Hill, perhaps remembering the reward promised, gathered his courage. "Lord Vader, on behalf of the CIS Council, allow me to be the first to-"

"Very well, you will be the first." Vader said, reaching up and removed the hood that concealed his face.

Beneath the hood was a familiar sight. Too familiar.

There was a collective gasp amongst the council. "You're- You're Anakin Skywalker!" Hill shouted, panicking. Vader- No, Skywalker, Gunray thought, -drew a sky blue lightsaber, ignited it, and curved it in a loop that sliced through all three of the Muun's hearts.

"The resemblance," he said, speaking perhaps to the chairman of the IBC that now lay dead at his feet, or maybe the rest of the council that was staring at him in shock and fear, "is deceptive."

Everyone moved at once. Many council members ran for the briefing room, hoping for safety there. Shu Mai bolted for the door, and began working furiously at the control panel.

Poggle the Lesser began running towards Shu Mai, but was killed almost instantly when a black gloved hand tore out one of the security consoles and smashed it into him, leaving nothing but some sickly looking goo pinned against the wall.

Shu Mai successfully opened the door. Giving a yell of triumph, she began running once again. It seemed, however, that her luck had run out, as the black cloaked Jedi landed in front of the terrified Gossam.

With a sizzle, a beam of plasma impaled her through the gut. Falling to the ground, she went into hysterics, and blubbered, "A-a-a handsome reward! We w-were promised a handsome reward!"

And with a sarcastic grin, Skywalker answered, "I'm your reward. Don't you find me handsome?" With that, he swung his blue blade, and the Commerce Guild's President was relieved of office.

Gunray stood frozen, staring at Skywalker in shock. How could a Jedi do this? He asked himself. Numbly, he ran over to the control panel, summoning the few remaining guards. A dozen B-1 battle droids entered through side doors, and recognizing their target, opened fire.

All of them were destroyed in seconds.

Skywalker continued his killing spree. Heads, limbs, and bodies of all descriptions littered the primary control complex. The remaining council members retreated into the conference room, hoping for relative safety there.

Gunray locked the door, trying to keep the Jedi menace out. It made no difference.

For a few seconds, it was quiet. It seemed like the door, made out of the strongest materials known to the galaxy, had successfully kept the murderer out! This thought brought hope to the minds of the few remaining CIS members.

But with a pained groan, the door caved in. Then it crumpled into a large, jagged, metal ball, and flew into the room. An unlucky Neimoidian aide who wasn't quick enough to get out of the way received the full force of the ball, and slammed into the transparisteel window on the other side of the room.

And through the hole where there was once a door, stepped the Jedi.

Argente, who happened to be standing closest to the sith lord, was quickly bisected. Tambor and Haako ran to the other side of the room. Gunray was already there, looking desperately for anything that might help him survive.

Unfortunately for them, Skywalker didn't seem intent on letting them live. Coming to Haako first, he stopped to listen to what the strangely calm Neimoidian had to say.

"We surrender, can't you hear us? A Jedi cannot kill the unarmed." And with another sarcastic comment, Skywalker answered, "You fought a war to destroy the Jedi. Congratulations on your success," before stabbing him through the chest.

Skywalker turned to Tambor, who was futilely trying to claw his way through the walls to escape. Looking fearfully at Skywalker, Tambor cried, "I'll give you anything! Anything you want!"

With two strokes, Skywalker's blue blade removed the Skakoan's arms and head. "Thank you," he said to the corpse.

Glancing around, Gunray realized that he was the final surviving member of the CIS council. Skywalker lept, landing directly in front of him. Completely losing it to a combination of fear, grief, and shock, he fell to his knees in front of Skywalker.

Grasping at the last option left to him, he groveled in front of Skywalker, begging for his life. "Lord Sidious… promised us peace! We only want to-" he was cut off, quite literally. Skywalker had slashed him across the chest.

Gasping for air, he tumbled over onto his side. Sidious has betrayed me… Gunray thought, Again…

The last sight he saw was Skywalker's cold eyes. That's odd. They're yellow. I wonder, what could that mean?

Then Nute Gunray, Viceroy of the Trade Federation, last leader of the CIS, died.