Chapter 10 – Choices

He awoke to darkness.

At first he was not sure if he had awakened at all, or if he was within a dark room, filled with nothing but the everlasting darkness shadows. Yet his eyes could still deceive him, for all he knew he could be deep within the shadowy dream that he had been enduring. He was still partly asleep for all he knew. It would not be the first or last time that his eyes would have failed him. Unfortunately for him, his eyes could not penetrate more than a slight distance into the darkness which enveloped around him, and even after that, there was more darkness.

Yet he could feel.

His head lay against something smooth and cool. Usually he would think that it was the floor, but he was unsure for the moment. He attempted to move his hands around him, and noticed that the cool surface that he was lying on was a hard stone floor. He could feel heavy binds on his legs, and knew that he was chained up. His mind then suddenly clicked, it had to be a stone floor, or something to that effect. Anakin stirred lightly on the hard stone cold floor, his head aching against the heavy thumping that remained a constant within his mind. He woke up slightly, revealing some of the surrounding landscape to him. There were many rounded and hard rocks pointing up out of the surface, and others on the walls of the chamber that he resided in. there was no window, just complete darkness surrounded by darkness. Once again the Jedi Knight knew that he had been captured.

But this was usual in these types of situations. A deep dark and damp room, filled with an unbearable stench of moisture and sweat. Above all though it would usually be filled with rats or mice from which the prisoner was able to talk to and feed on. The thought of that just sent a disgruntled thought into the mind of Anakin, thinking that he would have to live on that to survive, wherever he was.

Truthfully he was wondering where he was. He had no idea at all. The last thing that he remembered was the explosion followed by a warped sound, and then there was a large balled fist coming at him. How had he ended up here, away from Coruscant, or Tatooine, or wherever here was. It was like he was there for one minute and then was somewhere else the next.

It was a confusing thought.

All that he knew was that he had ended up somewhere. But that somewhere was that he didn't know where.

Just then though, he heard the sound of a clicking of metal on stone. As he turned his head towards the direction that it came from, he saw the large formation of stone before him suddenly moved, sliding upwards into the stone. From behind the stony doorway there streaked into the room the first rays of light, illuminating the dark corners. It blinded him slightly. But he was still able to see who it was that was coming to get him. Before he could even yell out, he was grabbed by some large red hands, and dragged from his resting place. Anakin swore that it had pure white eyes that were staring at him, and he could tell that they were staring right through him, as if searching his soul. As a moment passed he heard a clanking of chains around his feet as he felt them disappear off of his feet. As he stared down at them, he had barely enough time to register what had happened as he was yanked hard from where he was standing, and thrown into the next room.

He hit the ground hard, and all of this was against a nine or ten year old kid. Rubbing his head, he felt around as some blood came pouring off of the wound. It took only a moment to realise that he was bleeding, but he could tell that he was. Once more some large paw like hands grabbed him, and dragged him towards a room at the end of the hallway. Anakin, in this whole time was slipping in and out of consciousness, and didn't really pay attention to what was happening around him.

Anakin had never been roughly handled in his entire life, and for the sake of it, he was just a small child. They seemed to not care at all how roughed up that he got, just as long as he was still alive to face the coming trials. Finally he noticed that they had entered a large room, and as they let go of him, they pushed him towards the centre of the room, making him fall down in the process. He was able to lift himself up, to stand up straight again, within the limits of the illuminated circle that he had been pushed into the middle of. As he stood up though, he noticed that the creature had left and disappeared. Within some time though three of them entered, leading a number of cloaked figures behind him. He saw that the cloaked figures dismissed the escorting warriors and placed themselves, in a circle, around Anakin.

He only had time to quickly notice the creatures that were guarding the cloaked figure were all red in colour, with a bulky muscled body, and tentacle beards. Their eyes were purely white, and seemed to have an aura of darkness around them. Anakin was at first fearful, but then grew accustomed to it quickly, hiding his fear. He just merely stared at the creatures, wondering what they were when a voice seemed to answer in reply.

"They are the Massassi," it said as if reading his mind. Anakin quickly hid his thoughts, enhancing his shield capability and making them stronger. But the voice spoke again as he did so. "You cannot hide your thoughts from me, Vader. Those shields will do nothing to hide the thoughts that dwell within the recesses of your mind. They are too conventional and weak, mine on the other hand, are more powerful than you can even possible imagine."

Anakin made his choice to stand in a defiant stance, until he knew more about who he was dealing with. He had to remember that he was a nine year old boy, with a soul of the Dark Lord of the Sith. And he alone was about forty years old.

Anakin tried to muster his voice in a strong way, but found himself partially weak. "Who are you?" he breathed in slightly. "What do you want from me?"

"What do your want for yourself?" the figure replied, earning a small laugh from the other two cloaked figures. "Your heat desires many things, Anakin," he sneered his name, despising of it entirely. "And I can see right through you. You want power, prestige, loyalty and respect. Yet I also sense that you desire someone close to you, someone who is not afraid to show affection towards you, and you return it in kind."

'Padme.' Anakin thought suddenly, and he felt the figure enter his mind s he did so.

"Ah, yes," the cloaked shadow continued. "Padme Amidala, the Queen who posed as a handmaiden to escape capture and, otherwise, torture. She played with the minds of the Jedi, and won. That shows how weak they really are, not being able to see through a mere disguise." He stared at Anakin, seeing his eyes widen. "And yet, I sense that you did not realise it either."

"I did so." Anakin thundered, angered at the shadows presumption. "You have to remember that I am at heart a Sith Lord, and I despise of those Jedi who shamed me. But you have to see through the facts, I knew as soon as I had returned that I could see through almost anyone, and that included the worthless disguise of Padme. But the Jedi that were with her are the most loyal and pure that I have ever met, all others seemed to distrust me."

"With good reason too, I might add." The shadow added. At this remark, another of the figures spoke, its speech more of a hissing sound, yet deep. Anakin turned to meet the voice, and saw that the figure resembled the same Massassi warrior that had just appeared before him, yet it was thinner and smaller in stature.

"What do you remember, Lord Vader," it began, its voice hissing. "of your past, or future."

Anakin smiled, being called Vader again had its advantages. "Everything." He stated calmly, focusing in on the Massassi type creature, who turned and stared towards the other man on the other side of Anakin. Anakin followed his gaze, and saw the figure throw off his hood, and reveal himself to the young boy.

"You and I have a score to settle, young man," the figure sneered as he approached, entering into the light and revealing himself. Anakin would have screamed with fear, but he knew that it was too much. His dream had been correct, and he had seen the same Sith Lord that he had killed on Coruscant had been reborn by the Dark lords of the Sith. The red and black tattooed face came into focus, and his hand grabbed the young boy and lifted him into the air.

"There is no Jedi scum to save you know," he said loudly as he balled up a fist and threw it back into the air. Anakin seeing this, grew fearful of what was going to happen, and as he used that fear top his advantage, he attacked Maul himself, throwing him back against the wall, almost knocking him out. The remaining figures smiled as they saw this, amazed at the brute strength that Anakin had.

Anakin stood calmly in the centre of the chamber as Maul regained his composure and stood up. They faced each other, but Anakin stood firmer, and didn't move at all. He faced each of the Sith Lords in turn, and then aimed his gaze back to the main figure.

"What is it that you truly want from me?" he asked as his voice became sterner, and more powerful.

In a small ship on the way to the Chommel Sector, Count Dooku paced in his room towards the small console at the foot of his private bed chambers. Pressing a few dials he enacted the process of contacting his master. The holographic figure appeared before him, and the older man bowed suddenly. Raising his head he looked at the giant see through image of his master. "The Force is with us Master Sidious."

"Indeed, my young apprentice." The Dark Lord suddenly praised, his voice low and arduous. It was full of cunning and experience, able to send a shiver down a man's spine.

"What is your will of me?" Dooku asked suddenly, watching as the form of the Dark Lord of the Sith seemed to shiver ever so slightly.

"Lord Tyranus," the Dark Lord commanded suddenly, in his chilling, distinctive tone of voice, commanding at best. "I have need of you to go to the Tion Sector. The Jedi refuse to believe that it is essential to them, and I have need of making my point needed. They are fools and need to be taught to be put in their place."

"My Lord?" the Dark Apprentice asked ever so suddenly.

"My arm is long Dooku, and I have some political enemies to be rid of." He said suddenly. "The Jedi are becoming a pestering nuisance, and they need to be gotten rid of. This campaign is essential to the welfare of the coming war."

"The Jedi refuse to believe that the coming war is at best a losing one." Tyranus commentated. "They believe that it will take some time, but not too long. They also have a firm belief that the Sith have not returned."

"They are fools if they believe that." The Dark Lord suddenly commanded, hissing his voice and commanding a thunderous applause at the same time. "They need to be taught a lesson that the coming war will be a continuous occupation besides what they think. It is time for the next step, Dooku."

"Yes my Lord."

"Begin assembling the Council, and then begin Project Arcturus."

"Yes, my Lord." Tyranus said suddenly, looking at the face of his master. There was now a concern that he had yet to raise. "My master, if I may. Is the simultaneous invasions of Naboo, and the taking of Geonosis really what we need?"

"Naboo will provide extra troops for us, and supplies." The image suddenly replied, his tone of voice silent as the grave. Scary at the same time. "They are still occupied by the Trade Federation, and soon they will surrender. I will be manipulating the government from here, they will join you. I believe that the Gunguns will be of help in your success. And Geonosis will give us an extra base from which we could use to attack the Republic. Begin Dooku."

"Yes my master."

Coruscant.

Mas Amedda wandered down the halls of his own private estate on the outskirts of the Senatorial District on Coruscant. The imposing stature of the man made people believe that they should avoid him altogether. It was just the look of him that was considered suspicious and highly evil. People would regardless say that Mas Amedda's species, the Chagrian, were evil looking at best, and that they were above all highly untrustworthy, always by themselves and scheming. They never appeared to actually come near to other species, preferring privacy to everything else.

Mas Amedda was the exception though, and he was uncommon even among his own people.

The Chagrian, in general, were highly sensitive to the impact their imposing features had on the other species they met. They knew that others viewed them as if they were an ungodly creature from another universe. Their imposing height, coupled with the two large horns that grew from their heads, which evidently could grow up to between 1.5 meters to almost 2, and their other horns that grew from them as appendages that rested on their shoulders, withering around their skull and neck. For the Chagrian, these tentacles were considered unnatural, even unattractive, but added a proud sense of esteem upon them.

That was probably why Mas Amedda chose to be in the Senate in the first place. He knew that he could control the crowd from the start. Although most of the Chagrian tried to avoid the public eye, Mas Amedda decided to exploit it. And indeed his power had henceforth grown since he had accepted the way that things were.

What Mas Amedda found, when he came to Coruscant was that his physical appearance was his greatest asset. He commanded respect simply by walking into a room. When he stood to his fullest height and turned his head about a room, waving his horns in a show of force, he could quiet an army of Senators with ease. It was something that he had developed by himself, and his orders were never to be doubted. Indeed, he had survived a number of Senatorial elections, and had been granted the position for life as the Chancellor's aide, always carrying the vote to shut the senate up when it got out of hand.

In truth though, he had gained this position through a number of advances. Even as his form walked down the hall of his residence, he could not help but think on how he had somehow gotten it. For him, it had all started when he had been visited by a very imposing figure, the aide of the Senator from Axxila. It had always been said by people from outside of Axxila that if you turn "Coruscant inside-out and make it a jail where the inmates are in control…" Unknown to him though, the aide was actually the Dark Lord of the Sith, masquerading as a helpful aide.

It was this event which drove him deep within the circles of the Sith Lords and their Brotherhood.

A Brotherhood that he was apart of. And to his surprise he was actually recruited by him, and sent into the inner workings of the Senate, and posed as a mere aide of the Chancellor. It was this job that he was still secure in, but he didn't know how much longer he would survive if he hadn't been aware of his brothers plans.

Firstly he had been mortified by them. To take control of the Galaxy within a fell swoop, and to destroy their rival Sith Enclave under Palpatine, who had named himself Darth Sidious many years before. It was strange when he thought back on it, but now he could be relieved that he was in command of something. The Sith Lords had sent him to learn as much as possible about Chancellor Palpatine's doings and dealings. Originally he had been sent there to manipulate many of the weaker senators to join their cause, and when that was done, he did so with the stronger ones.

It was in this way that Palpatine had first found him imposing himself among the senatorial elite. He was bought into the inner circle of Palpatine's, and he was sworn in as an aide in helping him take control of the Galaxy. Firstly though, Palpatine didn't reveal all of his plans to Mas, as he was still untrustworthy, but eventually he did so, and Amedda was surprised. Yet, as he was apart of the Brotherhood, he was more loyal to his masters, and understood the dire need to be rid of this fratricidal maniac whose plans to be rid of the Jedi were…unresolved and utterly ridiculous.

His master's plan on the other hand was unlike that, and it was more planned out and manipulative.

All in all, it was a better plan.

Amedda opened the door to his private study, and entered cautiously. He made his way over to his small metallic desk and silently removed his chair and sat down, slumping in comfort at the cushions that resided within the chair. Immediately bringing himself forward he pressed some of the small controls and buttons on the desk before him, darkening the room significantly, making only the light appear out of the small holographic projection that appeared before him.

He had made the connection quickly, and that was all that pleased him.

He nodded silently in his chair as figure before his rose and stood up. The shades of blue in the image illuminated the room, showering all of the dark spots in light. The figure's cowl obscured his face as usual, and hid his body beneath it. The Lenin beard sprouted among the face before him, and the cruel and vindictive smile plagued even the worst of dreams. But the Chagrian was used to it.

"What is it?" the figure before him ordered immediately in his silent curt tone, annoyed that he had been summoned.

Amedda smiled suddenly, cunningly anticipating his master's disappointment. "Everything is going as to what you have foreseen, my lord. Many of the senators are either under your grip or mine, or the Chancellor's. It will only be a matter of time before we are in control."

The figure smiled. "Darth Sidious is cunning and smart, but he is of no match for us. Everything is going as planned. The Republic will soon be in my command. Time is of the essence."

"Yes my master." He replied thoughtfully. He then aimed his face at the figure before him. "Did your…package arrive safely, my lord?"

"Indeed it did, my friend." The Sith Lord replied suddenly, his face curling up into a smile. "He arrived as safely as could be, a bit cut up and bruised, but other wise in good shape."

"May I ask why we need him, my lord?"

The tone of the Dark Lord deepened suddenly. "He will be of great asset to us. It is expectant that Lord Vader will strike the key blow for our cause."

'Lord Vader?' Amedda thought suddenly. He only knew him as Anakin Skywalker, a Jedi to-be, who was excused for being too old and powerful. Sidious was playing him well, but so were the True Sith. They both seemed to be playing him off against each other, both for the security of the Empire. All that he knew about the young Jedi was that he was supposed to be the most powerful force user in the galaxy, and was considered the "Chosen One" by the Jedi, yet they neglected him. Amedda had read up about much of the Sith History, and he had found out that there was meant to be a Sith Lord who was considered to be the next Sith'ari, or their "Chosen One" of sorts.

The revelations and parallels between them are roughly the same.

"Everything here is roughly secure here my lord," Amedda declared suddenly, his voice stern and passive. "is there anything else that you would ask of me?"

The Dark Lord looked up and stared at the Chagrian for a moment, regarding him in an almost terrifying way. He smiled suddenly at the advisor. "Yes, I have need of your services still. I need you to travel to Kamino and Rothana, and…convince them to join our cause."

"Why there, my Lord?" Amedda asked queerly. "What do they have that could possibly help us in our crusade."

"Sidious has placed an order for a Clone Army to come out of that area in about ten years." The shadow replied. "I will have need of the cloners on my side. Offer them something that they can't refuse, and they will join us in our manipulation."

"By any means necessary, my Lord?" Amedda asked, hopeful that he would have to use his persuading techniques. He was almost smiling when he asked that.

"Yes," The Sith Lord replied. "By ANY means necessary. I will be sending my apprentice, Darth Bane to meet you there. He will help you by any means necessary."

The hologram phased out, leaving the room fall into the darkness that enveloped it.

Qui-gon solar sailor breached through the atmosphere of Coruscant, leveling off as it came into view of the main apartments of the senatorial offices. It slipped unnoticed between the masses of skyscrapers of the Republic capital, attracting little if any attention from passing air traffic as it continued on its journey towards the offices of his knew master, Chancellor Palpatine. Why Dooku had pestered him into working for the Chancellor he didn't know, but as he thought about it further, it didn't make much sense.

The small domed building came up before him. it's same sake appearance to the Senate Building though made it possible to mistake the two, although one was several feet higher, and wider, and one of them was just a small hemisphere in the ground, it couldn't have been hard to distinct between the two. The craft slowed to a mere hover as it reached the building, landing on the top level of the landing platforms. Shutting off the engine he lowered the ramp, and descended, taking the deathly pale body of Padme with him. Before him the Senatorial Guard came up to him, and took the young lady from him, Qui-gon advised them to take her to the medical wing, and that the Chancellor would be extremely grateful for their services. They bowed to him as he turned his back to them, and reentered his small craft.

Entering his ship, he came face to face with the dead creature that he had taken from Tatooine. As he made his way towards it he picked it up carefully, and placed it on his shoulders. The small little holocron that he had with him he picked up and placed in his pocket, and then proceeded out of the door. The aura of the Dark Side surrounded his ship now, as he had carried, as certain as he was, that it was a Sith warrior.

Four more guards approached him as he exited the ship, and with them, to his surprise came the Chancellor himself. Qui-gon would have bowed, but he had a dead creature resting on his shoulders, and could only stifle a small nod towards him. Palpatine returned that nod in return, and then proceeded to order the guards to take that body to he morgue, and keep it in stasis for a while, until the Jedi could come and look at it.

As soon as the four guards had disappeared, Qui-gon bowed low this time, earning a quick glance from the Chancellor. He shook his head in surprise. "Let us not remain of formal terms now, Master Qui-gon, we are close friends after all, and your friend, Count Dooku has suggested that I put you to work for me, and align you closer to my own ideals."

"Thank, you, my Lord." Qui-gon motioned. "I am pleased that you find me worthy of serving you."

Palpatine smiled at this, and turned suddenly, motioning the ex-Jedi to follow him. "I am pleased that you think that you find me offering you work worthy. And plus, if you were still with the Jedi, you would still be working for me anyway. But now, it is of a more discrete way, more formal. Don't you think?"

"Yes I do, Chancellor." The man sufficed his reply, pleased with himself. "However with the Jedi, I would always be at odds with the council, and now that I am with you I am never at odds."

"Well not at the moment, you are not." Palpatine answered in reply, his tone serious. "There are many things that you don't yet know about me, Master Qui-gon, and in due time, you shall find out more. But first you have to prove yourself worthy."

"What do you wish of me, my lord?" Qui-gon asked, eager to serve the Republic, unaware that he was being manipulated by a Sith Lord, and being drawn deeper into the web of confusion, intrigue and injustice.

The Chancellor smiled once more, pleased at the mans amusement and pleasure of working for the most powerful man in the Galaxy at the moment. "I have a mission for you, my friend, but first I would have you tell me what you found in the Arkanis Sector, especially on Tatooine."

Qui-gon sighed to himself, and then proceeded to tell the story of what he had found in one of the town of the planet, and why he had gone there in the first place. It was about Anakin as Palpatine suspected, but there was something else, and as he listened in, he was surprised to find out that his entire home town had been utterly destroyed and ruined. Dead bodies and corpses. Destroyed building and a loss of many thousands of citizens of the Republic.

Palpatine sighed as he head this, and then questioned the Jedi Master as they walked around one of the many parked air taxis. "Tell me, what did you find there that was among the dead? And that you brought back with you?"

"With your permission, my lord," Qui-gon sighed. "I believe it to be a Sith warrior."

Palpatine almost scoffed at that. A Sith warrior? A Massassi. There were still some around, and it somehow ended up on Tatooine, and destroyed a whole city. There had to have been more. "I find that hard to believe Qui-gon. There should only be two Sith Lords, as what I have been told by the Jedi Council. There should only be one now. And whether he be the Master or the Apprentice, he will have to find another person to train."

"I agree," Qui-gon mused. The Jedi should be told of this development immediately. It will prove that the Sith have returned to the galaxy, and then, also that they are a threat that has to be dealt with."

"I agree with you Qui-gon, but I do not believe that you should be the one to tell them for all of your disagreements with the Jedi Council, you might still be at odds, and also, since you only recently split from them, you might be regarded as a traitor." He paused and stared at his friend. "But the fact that you found a Sith holocron among the ruins of the city will only steady your argument. The Jedi will be here within sometime, and they will be looking at the body, and interviewing Amidala…"

"Amidala?" Qui-gon questioned. "The Queen is dead, my Lord. Only her handmaiden survived from her party."

"Yes. The handmaiden did survive," The Sith Lord began, and stared at his friend with narrowed eyes, earning a queer glance from the old Jedi. "But did you know that they swapped places at certain times. Padme and Sabe. Sabe was the young lady who died, and Padme survived, and is still the elected ruler of the Naboo, which is what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Yes my lord," Qui-gon answered quickly, still partly confused by these new statements of belief.

"This problem with the Trade Federation and the Naboo has gotten out of hand. Already the Trade Federation has taken a number of other planets in their System, and so far they have only got the Queen of the Naboo to speak out for them. But what is more is that apparently the leader of the Trade Federation has arrived on Naboo to personally take charge of the situation."

"What is his name, my lord?" Qui-gon asked once more, knowing where this was heading.

"He is a Dark Jedi who has taken the name of Aurelius." Palpatine huffed. "Apparently he left the order some years ago to pursue his own career, but force the Trade Federation to somehow do his bidding." He paused for a moment before continuing. "I have need to you to go to Naboo and end this threat to the Republic."

"But my lord, I am not a Jedi."

"You were, and so was Aurelius." Palptine ordered, making Qui-gon shake his head. "You will be doing this for me, Master Jedi. I cannot bear the thought of losing my home world. I need to make an example out of the Trade Federation, and what better examples to do so than have a disaffected Jedi save the Naboo."

"I will leave immediately, my lord." Qui-gon surrendered. "If it is your will?"

"It is." Palpatine silenced him with that remark. "But first, you will have to meet up with Kinman Dorian, leader of a small Republic force near the Nubian sector. He will be awaiting you, and you will use the Forces under his command to liberate the people."

"My lord…" Qui-gon began, but noticed that Palpatine had stalked off, leaving the conversation at an end. He had just been ordered to do battle with the Trade Federation, an to save the Queen, and also, Palpatine's planet.

Unknown Space…

"What is it that you truly want from me?" he asked as his voice became sterner, and more powerful than before. The Sith lords maintained eye contact with the boy, not wanting him to leave their sights. There was an aura of the Dark Side evident in the room, and it seemed to cloud some of their proper judgment on how to proceed with this.

The leader of the Sith Lords present here merely spied him out and stared at the youth as he tapped into his Dark Side. Sighing, he replied in answer. "We want just you. Nothing more, nothing less, just you."

"Why me?" Anakin asked. "What do I have that you could possible need."

"You hold the key to us succeeding where the rest of the Sith have failed." He began. "You are a reborn Sith Lord in the form of your younger self. I will have to admit that your transformation to the past didn't go as well as we had expected, but it matters not, we shall have time to mould you into something of our design."

"So you are going to make me accept my destiny, to become someone, stronger in the end."

"Yes." He said loudly. "For the glory of the Sith, you are needed. It is time for you to accept your destiny. To take your place at my side, and help me to rule the Galaxy."

"You will have to convince me first." Anakin sneered, priding himself in his words.

"If that is your destiny," the Sith Lord murmured. "then so be it."

Immediately the Sith Lords stretched forth with their hands, enveloping the young boy in the Force. Anakin screamed loudly, echoing through the caverns and all the while he heard a chanting voice in his head.

"Use the Force, give into your anger."

"Anger is the Path to the Dark Side."

"The Dark Side is the pathway to many abilities some consider to be unnatural."

"The Dark Side of the Force is the True Force, allowing unlimited powers, strengths, and if you pertain it so, immortality and invulnerability. Though the Force will always be attacking you, trying to stop you."

"Do you choose this Path, Anakin Skywalker?"

Anakin screamed loudly, taking in all that he could possibly absorb. "I accept my destiny." He yelled loudly, while all the powers flowed through him.

"Then repeat after me:"

"We shall grow not old, as they that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary us, nor the years condemn.

Power overwhelming, through us the Force is clear.

Flowing through us it will be True, causing the invulnerable ideals that we search for;

For in me, is the source of the Beginning, and End"

Anakin collapsed to the floor hard after he had done what he was told to do. The Dark Lord of the Sith approached him, to make sure that he was alive. Feeling a steady heartbeat, he knew that Anakin was still alive. For him though the prize lay in Vader. Turning back to his two colleagues, the Sith Lord and Darth Maul, he smiled at them.

"Phase One has been completed." He stated carefully. "It can begin."

(A/N: I have no idea what that small little ode means, I just needed something to make up and it sprang to life. It just summarizes the powers that Anakin/Vader will be endowed with, which will be in turn, summarizes in the next chapter.)

That was partly confusing for me, but above all, I think that it was good.

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