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Chapter Eight: Devastation
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The Millennium Falcon flew low over the tree tops of the planet Triall as it approached what used to be the Naboo encampment. As soon as the Imperial bombardment had started, Han and Chewie had set their ship down in the woods far from the target of the incoming fire. Leia, thinking her Mother was in the camp, began screaming as she saw the enemy fire pouring down from the heavens towards the Naboo encampment. Han held her in his arms, and watched in horror as the red laser blasts poured in for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, the firing stopped, and the three beings on the Falcon could only sit an wait to see if the Imperials were going to come back.
After waiting an hour with no sign of Imperial activity, Han and Chewie decided to bring the Falcon into the air and have a look. They scanned the last known location of the star destroyer in orbit, but found no sign of the massive ship. A cursory scan of the orbital area above them found no signs of the ship. A ship as large as a star destroyer would have been seen by the Falcon's scanners if one had been in orbit above them, so Han figured it was safe enough.
He also decided to survey the remains of the encampment, and the area around it, from the air. As they flew towards the encampment, Leia stood behind Han's pilot seat, gripping the back of it for support to keep her from collapsing. She was in a state of shock, trying to fathom the fact that her beloved Mother might be dead. "If she is dead," thought Leia, "the Emperor will pay for THIS! My Father will see to that!"
Then, the Falcon came upon the devastation. The Naboo encampment, and everything for a mile around it, was destroyed. Very little remained, except for scraps of debris. To their horror, the crew of the Millennium Falcon could also see the charred remains of what could only be human bodies, or at least what was left of them, strewn here and there on the ground. Everything else in the camp had been pulverized by the Imperial bombardment.
Chewie growled in anger, enraged by what the Imperials had done to these innocent people. Han's anger was shown more silently, as he bawled his fist on a console and his face turned red with rage. He turned to look at Leia, who seemed surprisingly calm. She had put on her well practiced veneer of reserve, inherited from her Mother. It was the only thing that was keeping her from breaking down into a mass of weeping and shaking flesh.
A signal was coming in on the comm channel. Han activated the comm, and heard a familiar voice.
"Repeat, this is Wedge Antilles calling Captain Solo, come in," said the voice.
"Wedge," said Han, answering the comm. "You're alive."
"Barely," said Wedge. "We're to the south of the encampment. I'll shoot off a flare. Can you pick us up?"
"Will do," said Han.
"Wedge," said Leia. "My Mother. Is she..."
"I don't know," said Wedge. "I'll...explain when we get picked up."
Chewie spotted Wedge's flare, and he and Han swooped the Millennium Falcon in and touched down in a nearby clearing. Chewie went to open the hatch for Wedge, while Han and Leia stayed in the cockpit. Han stood up, and put his hand on Leia's shoulder.
"Hey, if Wedge's is still alive, then..."
"He didn't know, he said," said Leia, interrupting Han's calming words.
A few moments later, Chewie returned to the cockpit. Following him was a dirtied and bloodied Wedge Antilles. In his arms, walking with him, was Ralla Bibble. She was just as dirty and beaten up as Wedge, but she looked much weaker, and her face showed signs of having been crying.
Han and Leia helped them into seats, and waited for one of them to speak. Wedge looked up at Leia, then Han and Chewie, and then at Ralla. Finally, he spoke to the three waiting people staring at him.
"It was horrible," said Wedge. "We...were about two miles from the camp when the firing started. We took cover in a small grotto nearby. The noise, the explosions...it was so loud. So LOUD! The loudest noise I had ever heard in my life. In the distance, we could even hear....hear people screaming! I wanted to wait for a while after the firing stopped to go back to camp, but Ralla took off and would hear no suggestion of waiting."
"My Grandfather," said Ralla, her head resting on Wedge's shoulder. "My people. All of them...gone. All gone! ALL GONE!" She buried her head in Wedge's chest, and began crying again.
"My Mother," said Leia, a tear running down her cheek. "Is she...was she..."
"I don't know," said Wedge. "I hope not. You see, we got word that Imperial troops were coming through the woods towards the encampment. A traitor who tried to capture your Mother said Darth Hister himself had come with a squadron of troops to get her, but Ralla killed the traitor. We wanted your Mother to run from the camp, while the rest of us held off the Imperial troops. But...she stunned us, and left to go lead the Imperials away from the camp. I'm sorry Leia, if I could have stopped her..."
"Then there is a chance that she is alive," said Leia. "She must be! Hister wanted her alive! They wouldn't destroy the camp unless they knew she wasn't in it. Unless...unless..."
"Hister had captured her," said Han, completing Leia's unspoken thought.
"My Mother," said Leia. "In the hands of the Empire...or dead. Neither option is good, though the first means she is still alive."
"And while there is life, there is hope," said Wedge. "General Skywalker...your Father will rescue her, I'm sure of it."
"I have to know if she is alive," said Leia. "Excuse me, I have to be alone."
Leia left the worn out group in the cockpit, and retreated to a room in the back of the ship. She kneeled down on the floor in the middle of the room, and closed her eyes to meditate. Although she had chosen not to be trained as a Jedi, her Father had still instructed her on some basic control of her force powers. Meditation was part of that training. She couldn't use the force like a Jedi could, but she could tap into it. This time, she hoped to use the force to determine if her Mother still lived.
She opened herself up to the force, letting it flow through her like her Father had taught. Leia concentrated on her Mother, on her life essence that was similar to hers by blood. Due to her lack of practice and advanced training, she was having difficulty in feeling much of anything through the force. Leia was about to give up after a long time at trying, but then she felt it. Just barely...like a faint echo. Somewhere, she sensed a incredibly brief glimpse of her Mother. It wasn't much, but it told Leia what she wanted to know.
"She's alive," said Leia to herself.
**
"How much longer?" asked Luke of his Father.
Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Luke were on their way to the planet Triall, where the Rebellion had told Obi-Wan that Padme and Leia had gone. Ever since Luke's vision, the three of them had been dearly worried about Padme, given Luke's visions of her in fear and in great pain.
"Not long," said Anakin. "I just wish this damned ship would go faster."
"Anakin, we can't go any faster," said Obi-Wan. "You are already pushing the engines well beyond safety limits. Any faster, and we'll fly apart."
"Then we'll FLY APART!" yelled Anakin. "I have to get to HER!"
"Anakin..." began Obi-Wan.
"Not now, Obi-Wan, please," said Anakin. "I just...I can't talk about it now. Later, I promise."
Obi-Wan respected Anakin's wishes, and put off the conversation they both knew was needed. Anakin's thoughts drifted from the flight controls and to memories of his times together with Padme. He remembered the first time he had seen her, when he was a boy in Watto's shop on Tatooine. She was so beautiful then, and was even more so when they're paths crossed again after ten years. He remembered their first kiss, they're wedding day. His thoughts dwelled on their wedding night, their first time being completely open and intimate with one another. They had made love like there was no tomorrow, drinking in every inch of each other. Then, afterwards, they lay together, limbs and arms intertwined, their bodies pressed against one another so closely that one wouldn't have been able to tell where each person ended or began. Then, Anakin remembered the day their children were born, seeing Padme hold the two tiny infants in her arms, her eyes gazing on them with unconditional love and tenderness. He had cried at the sight, the most beautiful sight he had ever seen, only matched by a similar image when their other child, Ruwee, had been born several years later.
Anakin was shaken out of his trip down memory lane by an alarm on the control panel. "We're there," said Anakin. "Cutting to sub-light engines."
The ship jumped out of hyperspace, and the three Jedi in the cockpit gazed on the planet Triall which lay before them. Through the force, they could sense that a great tragedy had occurred here, death and destruction tainted their perception of the beautiful world.
"I'll try and open a comm channel, raise the Millennium Falcon," said Obi-Wan. He activated the communications channel. "Captain Solo, do you copy, this is Obi-Wan Kenobi. Padme Skywalker, Leia Skywalker, anyone. Do you copy? This is Obi-Wan..."
"General Kenobi," said the voice of Han Solo on the comm. "Where are you?"
"In orbit," said Obi-Wan. "And you?"
"On the planet," said Han. "Something's happened here. I'll send you a tracking signal so you can find us."
"Solo," said Anakin. "Is my wife...is Padme alright?"
"Look, you'll have to come down so we can explain what happened," said Han.
The Jedi's ship locked onto the Millenium Falcon's signal, and Anakin piloted the ship into the planet's atmosphere. He landed it within sight of the Millenium Falcon. Before the engines were completely shut down, Anakin, Luke, and Obi-Wan raced out of the hatch of the ship and ran to the Falcon.
Han, Chewie, and Leia greeted them at the bottom of the ramp that led into the Falcon. Leia ran and flung herself into her Father's arms.
"Daddy," she said. "Its so good to see you."
"And you, Princess," said Anakin, kissing the top of his daughter's head.
Leia pulled back from Anakin, and then shared and embraced with her brother and Obi-Wan. Han walked up slowly, Chewie by his side, neither of them wanting to face Anakin at the moment. Together, Leia and Han told the three Jedi what happened. Leia concluded the story by telling them that she had sensed her Mother briefly through the force, and felt sure she was alive.
"I agree," said Obi-Wan. "Hister wanted Padme alive before, when he came for her at Yavin. The Emperor wants her, to get to you Anakin."
"Where could they have taken her?" asked Luke.
"I don't know," said Anakin. "But if Palpatine wants me, he will tell us where to come to meet him, and find Padme."
"General Skywalker," said Han. "Anakin. I'm...I'm sorry, for not being here...for bringing your wife here in the first place. I know you probably want to kill me right now, but..."
"Its not your fault, Han," said Anakin. "If you hadn't brought her, she would have found another way. My wife has a way of getting what she wants, and if her mind was made up to do something, she'd find a way to do it."
"Now what do we do?" asked Luke.
"Now...we wait," said Obi-Wan.
***
Emperor Palpatine sat on his throne in his private sanctuary on board his Imperial flag ship. It hovered in space, waiting to rendezvous with the star destroyer bearing Darth Hister and Padme Skywalker to the dark lord of the Sith. A little while ago, an officer had come to tell the Emperor that Hister's ship had arrived, but he need not have. Palpatine knew his apprentice had returned, feeling him nearby through the force.
He smiled as he sense Hister coming on board the flag ship in a shuttle, his prize in tow. Finally, the Emperor turned to face the door to his throne room, flanked by red garbed members of the Emperor's personal guard. The door opened, and in step the dark clad Darth Hister. Just behind him was Padme Amidalla-Skywalker, clad in her white jumpsuit, dirtied and torn from her ordeal on Triall. She was herself flanked by four storm troopers.
The group came before the Emperor's throne. Hister kneeled, and the storm troopers pushed Padme to her knees as well.
"Welcome back, Lord Hister," said the Emperor. "And welcome, my dear Amidalla. We meet again, at last."
"You murdering MONSTER!" yelled Padme.
Enraged at the sight of the man who had betrayed her people, her world, and had no destroyed both, she jumped up from her knees and charged towards Palpatine in a fit of blind rage. But the Emperor raised a finger, and Padme stopped dead in her tracks, her hands clutching at her throat as Palpatine used the force to choke her.
"You little fool," said the Emperor. "I see age has not mellowed your passions, my dear. But I do see that your emotional controls are not as practiced."
He released her from his force grip, and Padme fell to her knees coughing. After several moments, she was able to pull herself together, and rose to her feet. Hister came up behind her, and put a firm grip on her left shoulder.
"You are mine at last, Padme Amidalla," said Palpatine. "I have waited a long time for this. I have great plans for you, my dear, plans that will have your husband coming to join us here. Now that I have you, it shouldn't take much to persuade him to come. Tell me, how is my former protégé? Has he ever regretted turning away from the power I offered him?"
"Never," said Padme. "My husband would never regret having turned away from you and staying on the side of light."
"Hmm, I suppose he wouldn't," said the Emperor. "Not with you as his prize. Though, choosing you over the power of the dark side shows that he is just as foolish as you. I wonder what would have made him do that. Was it your smile, your eyes, your beauty, your wealth? Or was it that he just enjoyed fucking you too much to turn you away?"
"You wouldn't understand," said Padme. "You know nothing of love."
"Oh, you are mistaken," said Palpatine, rising from his throne. He walked over to Padme, and the back of his hand against her cheek, almost as a perversion of the image of a Father caressing the cheek of a beloved daughter. "I know how to use Anakin's love for you, to bring him to me and to help me bring him to his knees. For whatever reason he loves you...that love will be his undoing. I will see to it. Now, let us prepare you so that we may send a proper invitation to Anakin Skywalker."
Chapter Eight: Devastation
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The Millennium Falcon flew low over the tree tops of the planet Triall as it approached what used to be the Naboo encampment. As soon as the Imperial bombardment had started, Han and Chewie had set their ship down in the woods far from the target of the incoming fire. Leia, thinking her Mother was in the camp, began screaming as she saw the enemy fire pouring down from the heavens towards the Naboo encampment. Han held her in his arms, and watched in horror as the red laser blasts poured in for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, the firing stopped, and the three beings on the Falcon could only sit an wait to see if the Imperials were going to come back.
After waiting an hour with no sign of Imperial activity, Han and Chewie decided to bring the Falcon into the air and have a look. They scanned the last known location of the star destroyer in orbit, but found no sign of the massive ship. A cursory scan of the orbital area above them found no signs of the ship. A ship as large as a star destroyer would have been seen by the Falcon's scanners if one had been in orbit above them, so Han figured it was safe enough.
He also decided to survey the remains of the encampment, and the area around it, from the air. As they flew towards the encampment, Leia stood behind Han's pilot seat, gripping the back of it for support to keep her from collapsing. She was in a state of shock, trying to fathom the fact that her beloved Mother might be dead. "If she is dead," thought Leia, "the Emperor will pay for THIS! My Father will see to that!"
Then, the Falcon came upon the devastation. The Naboo encampment, and everything for a mile around it, was destroyed. Very little remained, except for scraps of debris. To their horror, the crew of the Millennium Falcon could also see the charred remains of what could only be human bodies, or at least what was left of them, strewn here and there on the ground. Everything else in the camp had been pulverized by the Imperial bombardment.
Chewie growled in anger, enraged by what the Imperials had done to these innocent people. Han's anger was shown more silently, as he bawled his fist on a console and his face turned red with rage. He turned to look at Leia, who seemed surprisingly calm. She had put on her well practiced veneer of reserve, inherited from her Mother. It was the only thing that was keeping her from breaking down into a mass of weeping and shaking flesh.
A signal was coming in on the comm channel. Han activated the comm, and heard a familiar voice.
"Repeat, this is Wedge Antilles calling Captain Solo, come in," said the voice.
"Wedge," said Han, answering the comm. "You're alive."
"Barely," said Wedge. "We're to the south of the encampment. I'll shoot off a flare. Can you pick us up?"
"Will do," said Han.
"Wedge," said Leia. "My Mother. Is she..."
"I don't know," said Wedge. "I'll...explain when we get picked up."
Chewie spotted Wedge's flare, and he and Han swooped the Millennium Falcon in and touched down in a nearby clearing. Chewie went to open the hatch for Wedge, while Han and Leia stayed in the cockpit. Han stood up, and put his hand on Leia's shoulder.
"Hey, if Wedge's is still alive, then..."
"He didn't know, he said," said Leia, interrupting Han's calming words.
A few moments later, Chewie returned to the cockpit. Following him was a dirtied and bloodied Wedge Antilles. In his arms, walking with him, was Ralla Bibble. She was just as dirty and beaten up as Wedge, but she looked much weaker, and her face showed signs of having been crying.
Han and Leia helped them into seats, and waited for one of them to speak. Wedge looked up at Leia, then Han and Chewie, and then at Ralla. Finally, he spoke to the three waiting people staring at him.
"It was horrible," said Wedge. "We...were about two miles from the camp when the firing started. We took cover in a small grotto nearby. The noise, the explosions...it was so loud. So LOUD! The loudest noise I had ever heard in my life. In the distance, we could even hear....hear people screaming! I wanted to wait for a while after the firing stopped to go back to camp, but Ralla took off and would hear no suggestion of waiting."
"My Grandfather," said Ralla, her head resting on Wedge's shoulder. "My people. All of them...gone. All gone! ALL GONE!" She buried her head in Wedge's chest, and began crying again.
"My Mother," said Leia, a tear running down her cheek. "Is she...was she..."
"I don't know," said Wedge. "I hope not. You see, we got word that Imperial troops were coming through the woods towards the encampment. A traitor who tried to capture your Mother said Darth Hister himself had come with a squadron of troops to get her, but Ralla killed the traitor. We wanted your Mother to run from the camp, while the rest of us held off the Imperial troops. But...she stunned us, and left to go lead the Imperials away from the camp. I'm sorry Leia, if I could have stopped her..."
"Then there is a chance that she is alive," said Leia. "She must be! Hister wanted her alive! They wouldn't destroy the camp unless they knew she wasn't in it. Unless...unless..."
"Hister had captured her," said Han, completing Leia's unspoken thought.
"My Mother," said Leia. "In the hands of the Empire...or dead. Neither option is good, though the first means she is still alive."
"And while there is life, there is hope," said Wedge. "General Skywalker...your Father will rescue her, I'm sure of it."
"I have to know if she is alive," said Leia. "Excuse me, I have to be alone."
Leia left the worn out group in the cockpit, and retreated to a room in the back of the ship. She kneeled down on the floor in the middle of the room, and closed her eyes to meditate. Although she had chosen not to be trained as a Jedi, her Father had still instructed her on some basic control of her force powers. Meditation was part of that training. She couldn't use the force like a Jedi could, but she could tap into it. This time, she hoped to use the force to determine if her Mother still lived.
She opened herself up to the force, letting it flow through her like her Father had taught. Leia concentrated on her Mother, on her life essence that was similar to hers by blood. Due to her lack of practice and advanced training, she was having difficulty in feeling much of anything through the force. Leia was about to give up after a long time at trying, but then she felt it. Just barely...like a faint echo. Somewhere, she sensed a incredibly brief glimpse of her Mother. It wasn't much, but it told Leia what she wanted to know.
"She's alive," said Leia to herself.
**
"How much longer?" asked Luke of his Father.
Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Luke were on their way to the planet Triall, where the Rebellion had told Obi-Wan that Padme and Leia had gone. Ever since Luke's vision, the three of them had been dearly worried about Padme, given Luke's visions of her in fear and in great pain.
"Not long," said Anakin. "I just wish this damned ship would go faster."
"Anakin, we can't go any faster," said Obi-Wan. "You are already pushing the engines well beyond safety limits. Any faster, and we'll fly apart."
"Then we'll FLY APART!" yelled Anakin. "I have to get to HER!"
"Anakin..." began Obi-Wan.
"Not now, Obi-Wan, please," said Anakin. "I just...I can't talk about it now. Later, I promise."
Obi-Wan respected Anakin's wishes, and put off the conversation they both knew was needed. Anakin's thoughts drifted from the flight controls and to memories of his times together with Padme. He remembered the first time he had seen her, when he was a boy in Watto's shop on Tatooine. She was so beautiful then, and was even more so when they're paths crossed again after ten years. He remembered their first kiss, they're wedding day. His thoughts dwelled on their wedding night, their first time being completely open and intimate with one another. They had made love like there was no tomorrow, drinking in every inch of each other. Then, afterwards, they lay together, limbs and arms intertwined, their bodies pressed against one another so closely that one wouldn't have been able to tell where each person ended or began. Then, Anakin remembered the day their children were born, seeing Padme hold the two tiny infants in her arms, her eyes gazing on them with unconditional love and tenderness. He had cried at the sight, the most beautiful sight he had ever seen, only matched by a similar image when their other child, Ruwee, had been born several years later.
Anakin was shaken out of his trip down memory lane by an alarm on the control panel. "We're there," said Anakin. "Cutting to sub-light engines."
The ship jumped out of hyperspace, and the three Jedi in the cockpit gazed on the planet Triall which lay before them. Through the force, they could sense that a great tragedy had occurred here, death and destruction tainted their perception of the beautiful world.
"I'll try and open a comm channel, raise the Millennium Falcon," said Obi-Wan. He activated the communications channel. "Captain Solo, do you copy, this is Obi-Wan Kenobi. Padme Skywalker, Leia Skywalker, anyone. Do you copy? This is Obi-Wan..."
"General Kenobi," said the voice of Han Solo on the comm. "Where are you?"
"In orbit," said Obi-Wan. "And you?"
"On the planet," said Han. "Something's happened here. I'll send you a tracking signal so you can find us."
"Solo," said Anakin. "Is my wife...is Padme alright?"
"Look, you'll have to come down so we can explain what happened," said Han.
The Jedi's ship locked onto the Millenium Falcon's signal, and Anakin piloted the ship into the planet's atmosphere. He landed it within sight of the Millenium Falcon. Before the engines were completely shut down, Anakin, Luke, and Obi-Wan raced out of the hatch of the ship and ran to the Falcon.
Han, Chewie, and Leia greeted them at the bottom of the ramp that led into the Falcon. Leia ran and flung herself into her Father's arms.
"Daddy," she said. "Its so good to see you."
"And you, Princess," said Anakin, kissing the top of his daughter's head.
Leia pulled back from Anakin, and then shared and embraced with her brother and Obi-Wan. Han walked up slowly, Chewie by his side, neither of them wanting to face Anakin at the moment. Together, Leia and Han told the three Jedi what happened. Leia concluded the story by telling them that she had sensed her Mother briefly through the force, and felt sure she was alive.
"I agree," said Obi-Wan. "Hister wanted Padme alive before, when he came for her at Yavin. The Emperor wants her, to get to you Anakin."
"Where could they have taken her?" asked Luke.
"I don't know," said Anakin. "But if Palpatine wants me, he will tell us where to come to meet him, and find Padme."
"General Skywalker," said Han. "Anakin. I'm...I'm sorry, for not being here...for bringing your wife here in the first place. I know you probably want to kill me right now, but..."
"Its not your fault, Han," said Anakin. "If you hadn't brought her, she would have found another way. My wife has a way of getting what she wants, and if her mind was made up to do something, she'd find a way to do it."
"Now what do we do?" asked Luke.
"Now...we wait," said Obi-Wan.
***
Emperor Palpatine sat on his throne in his private sanctuary on board his Imperial flag ship. It hovered in space, waiting to rendezvous with the star destroyer bearing Darth Hister and Padme Skywalker to the dark lord of the Sith. A little while ago, an officer had come to tell the Emperor that Hister's ship had arrived, but he need not have. Palpatine knew his apprentice had returned, feeling him nearby through the force.
He smiled as he sense Hister coming on board the flag ship in a shuttle, his prize in tow. Finally, the Emperor turned to face the door to his throne room, flanked by red garbed members of the Emperor's personal guard. The door opened, and in step the dark clad Darth Hister. Just behind him was Padme Amidalla-Skywalker, clad in her white jumpsuit, dirtied and torn from her ordeal on Triall. She was herself flanked by four storm troopers.
The group came before the Emperor's throne. Hister kneeled, and the storm troopers pushed Padme to her knees as well.
"Welcome back, Lord Hister," said the Emperor. "And welcome, my dear Amidalla. We meet again, at last."
"You murdering MONSTER!" yelled Padme.
Enraged at the sight of the man who had betrayed her people, her world, and had no destroyed both, she jumped up from her knees and charged towards Palpatine in a fit of blind rage. But the Emperor raised a finger, and Padme stopped dead in her tracks, her hands clutching at her throat as Palpatine used the force to choke her.
"You little fool," said the Emperor. "I see age has not mellowed your passions, my dear. But I do see that your emotional controls are not as practiced."
He released her from his force grip, and Padme fell to her knees coughing. After several moments, she was able to pull herself together, and rose to her feet. Hister came up behind her, and put a firm grip on her left shoulder.
"You are mine at last, Padme Amidalla," said Palpatine. "I have waited a long time for this. I have great plans for you, my dear, plans that will have your husband coming to join us here. Now that I have you, it shouldn't take much to persuade him to come. Tell me, how is my former protégé? Has he ever regretted turning away from the power I offered him?"
"Never," said Padme. "My husband would never regret having turned away from you and staying on the side of light."
"Hmm, I suppose he wouldn't," said the Emperor. "Not with you as his prize. Though, choosing you over the power of the dark side shows that he is just as foolish as you. I wonder what would have made him do that. Was it your smile, your eyes, your beauty, your wealth? Or was it that he just enjoyed fucking you too much to turn you away?"
"You wouldn't understand," said Padme. "You know nothing of love."
"Oh, you are mistaken," said Palpatine, rising from his throne. He walked over to Padme, and the back of his hand against her cheek, almost as a perversion of the image of a Father caressing the cheek of a beloved daughter. "I know how to use Anakin's love for you, to bring him to me and to help me bring him to his knees. For whatever reason he loves you...that love will be his undoing. I will see to it. Now, let us prepare you so that we may send a proper invitation to Anakin Skywalker."