Chapter 34
The Ties That Bind
The black-cloaked figure stepped from the shadows and into the main audience chamber. The huge, circular room, a single throne on the far end from the turbolift, was sparsely lit. A single, powerful light shone on the throne, which was turned away from them. Their steps were soft, nearly silent as they crossed the room. They stopped at the bottom of the stairs leading to the throne and reached up to pull back the cowl. Black hair fell down around slender shoulders as Carré shook herself free from the restricting hood. She dropped to one knee, "I have failed you, my Master."
The chair slowly turned, revealing a hooded man, his hands resting lightly on the arm rests. "Rise."
She did, lifting her gaze to look at him.
"You have not failed, my apprentice. Skywalker will fall. Soon. He will kneel before me willingly and beg that I teach him of the darkside. With the loss of his wife in a tragic Jedi accident, he will turn against them completely."
"Master?" she asked hesitantly, slightly perplexed. "He isn't married."
"He will be," the dark lord told her with absolute certainty. "Allow their bond time to grow, to strengthen. At its height we will strike. Patience, my apprentice, for the rewards will be great. With Skywalker at my side, I will be unstoppable."
Carré bowed her head, a chill running up her spine. Her replacement was chosen; the very man she'd failed to kill. What then, did Darth Sidious have planned for her demise? She shivered as his sinister laughter wrapped around her soul. Skywalker would fall and then too, would she.
The Ties That Bind
The black-cloaked figure stepped from the shadows and into the main audience chamber. The huge, circular room, a single throne on the far end from the turbolift, was sparsely lit. A single, powerful light shone on the throne, which was turned away from them. Their steps were soft, nearly silent as they crossed the room. They stopped at the bottom of the stairs leading to the throne and reached up to pull back the cowl. Black hair fell down around slender shoulders as Carré shook herself free from the restricting hood. She dropped to one knee, "I have failed you, my Master."
The chair slowly turned, revealing a hooded man, his hands resting lightly on the arm rests. "Rise."
She did, lifting her gaze to look at him.
"You have not failed, my apprentice. Skywalker will fall. Soon. He will kneel before me willingly and beg that I teach him of the darkside. With the loss of his wife in a tragic Jedi accident, he will turn against them completely."
"Master?" she asked hesitantly, slightly perplexed. "He isn't married."
"He will be," the dark lord told her with absolute certainty. "Allow their bond time to grow, to strengthen. At its height we will strike. Patience, my apprentice, for the rewards will be great. With Skywalker at my side, I will be unstoppable."
Carré bowed her head, a chill running up her spine. Her replacement was chosen; the very man she'd failed to kill. What then, did Darth Sidious have planned for her demise? She shivered as his sinister laughter wrapped around her soul. Skywalker would fall and then too, would she.