Epilogue
Darth Jareth smiled at his pupil Darth Sidious. They were resting aboard his ship as Jareth recuperated from the battle down on Naboo. The secret panel of the wall was open to reveal the now complete collection. "You should have seen the faces of the Jedi, my apprentice, when I presented them with the images of me killing the two brats. It was most satisfying."
"Yes, my master," Sidious said, nodding respectfully, though Jareth sensed envy underneath and smiled.
Jareth petted Jade, who was seated next to him. "Patience, apprentice. Soon you too shall have the joy of toying with the Jedi."
"My lord, what did you do with the Jedi?" Jade asked quietly. The Dark Master chuckled.
"Do not worry your pretty head about that, precious. They are safe. But your question does remind me… Jade, fetch my apprentice's present."
Jade disappeared for a moment, but returned carrying a small box, which she handed to Sidious before resuming her seat beside Jareth. Carefully, Sidious opened the box and lifted out a crystal ball.
"Look into it, apprentice. Into its heart."
Obediently, he did so. Pictures swam inside, but quickly became clear.
Pictures of three men in Jedi robes, and five young women.
"Master Yoda, what do you think of the Counil's decision to train young
Skywalker?" Mace Windu asked loud enough to be heard over the Gungan band,
looking down at his fellow Jedi Master. They stood on a balcony of the Naboo
Royal palace, a gentle breeze ruffling their Jedi robes.
"Train him we will. Powerful he is. Though I think it is not good we do so."
Yoda looked out the window and down at the jubilant crowds and the festive
parade winding its way through the streets of Theed below.
The End
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