The hologram blinked off. Anakin stared aimlessly where the blue holograph of Luke had stood moments of ago. The boy's words bounced in Anakin's mind. "She's my sister," he had said of Leia Organa. Sister. Anakin had another child. He had a daughter.

And like his son, she had also been stolen and kept from him.

Anakin walked over to his desk. At once he brought up information the ISB had on Leia Organa. As a known rebel leader and former senator there was quite a lot. Yet he didn't read over any of it. He just stared at an image of her. The first time he had seen Leia was shortly after she became a senator. She had a quick meeting with the Emperor.

Anakin recalled having his heart squeeze in on itself as he looked at the girl. She was young and so full of determination. She just looked so much like her. Brown hair braided into a bun. Brown eyes. She was painfully too much like Padme that Anakin could barely stand being around her. But now of course it all made sense. Of course Leia was just like Padme, her mother.

If only Padme could see her children now. Grown up. Beautiful. How she would love them both. Did she ever hold her children? Kiss them? Did she even get a chance even to see them? What were his wife's last moments like? How were the twins taken? Was Padme still alive when they stole the children away from her? Or did they wait until she died and her body laid cooling? Were her last moments in horror as she watched her children be taken from her?

Black rage bled out of Anakin into the Force. It snapped and thrashed at everything around him. Datapads were thrown into the wall. Furniture was blown over. Cracks appeared in the walls, floor, and ceilings. Electronics started to spark.

He was so damn tired of everything being taken from him. His mother had been taken from him. Padme. Obi-Wan's health. His children. He was so damn tired of losing everything. Not any more. No longer. He was the most powerful being in the galaxy. He was the one who ruled here. No longer would the ones he loved be ripped away from him.

He would finally have everything he deserved. He would have his children. He would have Obi-Wan's health. He would have the galaxy. He would have it all. Nothing would stop him.

There was a nudge in the Force. Anakin felt it from his connection from Obi-Wan. Luckily the comm unit on Anakin's wrist had been left undamaged. Shortly the blue hologram of Darth Vader snapped up.

"Anakin," Obi-Wan said. With just the two of them, they dropped all their pretenses. There was no need to put on an act if no one was watching. It wasn't master and apprentice. It was Anakin and Obi-Wan. "I felt your anger. What has happened?"

"Ahsoka. Yoda," Anakin managed to spit out.

The black mask in the hologram lowered a slight bit. "What now?" asked Obi-Wan's tired voice.

"I have a daughter," Anakin said. The helmet snapped up. Through the Force bond, Anakin could feel Obi-Wan's surprise. "Padme gave birth to twins."

"Anakin . . ." Obi-Wan said. "I . . ."

"It is not your fault," Anakin quickly added. "None of this is your fault." Regardless of how many times Anakin said it, Obi-Wan still felt like the events of Mustafar were his fault. If only he hadn't been too soft on Ahsoka. He could have saved himself, Anakin, and Padme. Luke and Leia would have been raised with their family. Perhaps Padme could have lived. All of them could have been together.

"You know who she is?" Obi-Wan asked.

"Leia Organa," Anakin spat the last name out.

Again Obi-Wan was taken by surprise. "Organa?" The black helmet tilted slightly to the side. "Though I do now see the strong resemblance. How should we proceed?"

"The plan still moves forward. I will just need to make sure in the end I have both my children at my side." There was a small nod of the black helmet. Anakin continued, "Don't worry, master, it will all be over soon. Our plan will work."

Anakin didn't care how he had to accomplish his goal. He would have it all. He realized after Luke had lost his hand how close he had come to losing his son. That was when he decided he was done losing the ones he loved. So he came up with a plan. A plan that would end with Luke at his father's side willingly and the end of the Rebellion.

It was hard and subtle work to gently thread the strings of the Dark Side into Luke's mind. It was much more complicated and delicate work than anything Anakin had ever done before. Granted his other most complicated project was Palpatine, but that fool was brain dead. There was no care for injury on a walking corpse. But Luke . . . Luke was different. Anakin didn't want any harm to come his child, especially from him.

So he sewed his threads slowly into Luke while he slept and recovered from his injury. Anakin was very proud of his work in the end. These puppet strings would allow for a much more subtle control. One where Luke would not be aware of it. This would work wonderfully, Anakin could see it.

For the most part Luke would act as he would usually act. The majority of his decisions would his own. He would still maintain a conscious mind, but under that- that would be Anakin's. There were strong weaves of subtle control. Luke would follow Anakin's orders and afterwards, he would be none the wiser. The boy could continue playing the heroic Rebel Jedi . . . for now. But underneath it all, he would be playing into Anakin's hand. A hand which would make Luke freely realize that he was supposed to be with his father and the rebellion should be destroyed.

For now the puppet control was simple. Luke was to report in to Anakin periodically. Luke would not remember contacting Anakin afterwards. And if Anakin needed to alter the threads and change the commands, then so he would. He would do whatever it took. There was of course a lingering feeling of guilt inside of him of what he was doing to his own child. How angry and upset Luke would be with him if he discovered the truth, but the child simply did not understand. Anakin was doing this because it was the best for Luke. If Anakin let his reckless son carry on as he had, the boy would be dead. His body cooling in his crashed X-Wing or filled with blaster bolts or worst of all in a cell on a Rebel ship.

Except now there was a new development. Leia. His daughter. She would not be easy to win over. She had no puppet strings attached to her. Anakin would have to alter a few things to his plan, but in the end he would have both of his children with him.

Yes, he wouldn't have to wait much longer. Soon everything would be set right. Anakin would have his children and finally the galaxy would be at peace.

The End. This is the end of this story. "What?" you may ask. "You're going to leave it on this cliff hanger?" Yes. This is where this part of the story ends. Thanks for reading.