Spoilers for Traitor
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Corporate Sector Authority Super Star Destroyer Planet Slayer
The cold, sterile room was lit only by the glow of the green liquid in the transparisteel tanks. The figures in the tanks made the shadows move as they bobbed up and down.
Captain Telisk Derner shivered, though he suspected it was from the man standing next to him, not the temperature. Vakir Garinoska, the president of the Corporate Sector and commander of the CSA was an imposing figure at nearly two meters tall, and the red glow of the cybernetic right eye made him look even more frightening, especially in the dimly lit laboratory. But most frightening of all, Garinoska was a Dark Jedi. His past was mostly unknown but the rumor in the CSA fleet was that he had been a Jensaarai who had been beaten once in combat by Luke Skywalker and Corran Horn. After that he had supposedly gone rogue.
He had taken control of the Corporate Sector ten years ago, and had been building the CSA fleets the whole time. It was rumored he was going to invade the New Republic and get revenge on Skywalker and Horn. Then the Yuuzhan Vong came, and attacked the New Republic, leaving the Corporate Sector alone. Now, nearly two years after the Vong had been repelled, Garinoska was almost ready to begin his quest to topple the New Republic.
Derner had backed Garinoska from the beginning, seeing it as his chance to get revenge on Han Solo for the humiliation of his grandfather and to bring respect back to his family's name.
"When will they be ready?" asked Garinoska. He indicated the men in the tank.
"The scientists say two weeks at the earliest, but they want more time to make sure every thing is perfect."
"They have one month. If they are not ready by then, have the project leader killed and his subordinate promoted. Do this for each week they are late."
"Yes my lord."
"Good. I'm taking the Lady of Sorrow to Bonadon. There is a matter there that requires my attention. I will be in touch." Garinoska nodded and walked out.
***
A month later, Garinoska watched from the training room's control center, as the two young men were brought in. They were just out of the tanks, still dripping with fluid. An Espo guard tossed them both black flightsuits.
Both were still extremely disoriented and weak. That would change. Both would be feeling deprived of their connection to the Force. Garinoska had had ysalamiri placed in hidden compartments in the wall.
Anakin Solo looked around wildly. The last thing he remembered was the amphistaff plunging into his chest and nothing after that until just a moment ago. He felt stronger somehow, not in the Force, for that was gone, he knew there had to be ysalamiri somewhere nearby, but his muscles, they seemed unnaturally strong.
The other man was not quite so afraid as was feeling curious as well, but he restrained it better than most.
"You have been brought here for one purpose: to serve me. Anakin Solo and Anakin Skywalker. I have used the Force to restore your consciousness to new bodies. Skywalker, you may recall that your vaunted Emperor did the same thing with an engineer. Bevel Lemelisk, was it?" the voice coming from the intercom seemed eager, but foreboding.
"I realize you have a lot to think about, but I have brought you here for some tests, just to see how well the techs performed in reincarnating you. You will find you are stronger. We used chemical injections that have enhanced your strength and reflexes. Your bones have been coated with a layer of durasteel, making them virtually unbreakable." The two Espo guards tossed some vibroswords to them and stood back. Two Duelist Elites walked out of a hidden door in the wall, also brandishing vibroswords. "Defeat the droids and we will let you go to your quarters."
Anakin Solo started to tell the voice where he could stick the vibrosword, but Skywalker nudged him. "Wait. When they let us go to our quarters, maybe we can get some time together. I've got some questions for you Solo, so play along with it for now. We cover each other. Got it?"
"I'm not taking orders from a former Sith Lord."
"Consider them to be from your grandfather then!"
Anakin began to say no, but the droids began to advance, their blades on. Both Anakins turned on their vibroswords and prepared for the fight. When the Elites pressed, Solo dodged nimbly from the way and moved in for what would have been a killing blow for a person, but the Elite blocked it. Somehow, though, Anakin's enhanced strength overpowered the droid's arm and forced it to bend at an odd angle.
He looked over at Anakin Skywalker's droid and saw a sparking stump where its head should have been.
"Excellent," said the man over the intercom. "The guards will escort you to your rooms. You'll be forced to give up your vibroswords though."
The Anakins looked at each other and dropped their weapons. In return, the guards walked them through the halls to the pilot quarters. They were given and room and left, with the door locked.
There were still ysalamiri, since neither Anakin could feel the Force.
"Tell me grandson, what has taken place since my death?"