Sorry this chapter is so short but it felt like a good place to leave it. Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed! Your feedback has been amazing! But, without futher ado...
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A jet black ship cruised silently through the air, gently landing undetected in the swamplands of Naboo. A door slid open with a hiss and out stepped the dread of the galaxy, Darth Vadar- a tall dark silhouette, face covered by a mask, keeping the small fragments of a human alive. If one could see into his mind, one would see blankness, unable to see or feel, beyond reason and hope. However… there! A flicker of confusion. I know this place… but these thoughts were soon banished, back to their home in the nether regions of Darth Vadar's mind, the last refuge of Anakin Skywalker.
A finger moved and a small hovercraft zoomed out of the hatch. The figure boarded and sped off into the darkness.
"Where is your queen?" he hissed through the black mask, his fingers tightening as the old man was forced to his knees, grappling at his neck.
"She's… she's…" he gasped.
"I'm waiting," the voice cool. His fingers tightened once more around thin air but, through the dark side of the Force, the man's oxygen supply was shortened.
"Secret base, old palace in the Lake Country," he managed to say before collapsing dead at the dark figure's feet. Darth Vadar smiled in his mask and slackened his fingers. But… He didn'thave to die. He gave the information. He could have lived…"I show no mercy!" he cried, voicing his thoughts aloud. A second later, composure returned. He had a job to do. There were many islands in the Lake Country, many with old summer palaces for the wealthy on them.
He searched over some of the main islands, each without success. Every single one uninhabited, so there was nothing to vent his anger on. Then… a child's laughter echoed out over the water. A slow smile.
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