Back at Anakin and Padme's, the commtalk was buzzing. Mace leant over to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hey Mace, it's Anakin!" a hologram of Anakin's head appeared.
"Hey Anakin! Aww, you remembered even thought you're a big hero!" Mace said in admiration.
"Aw, come one! It'll be years before I forget you!" Anakin replied with a smile.
"Anakin, what's it like on Mustafar, huh? Do you have a designated killing room? Do you have a plaque with your name on it saying 'Anakin killed here'?" Mace asked eagerly.
"Uh, well yeah - yeah, I've got all of that going on. Yeah, listen uh, I want to make sure you tell Obi-Wan that he couldn't have been more wrong! Uh-oh! I gotta go, Mace, my uh, my lunch's here!" The hologram said and then it disappeared.
As Anakin hung up the phone, he pulled on a helmet to complete his Republic Guard outfit. He had been forced to take another job and now worked at a local restaurant. He walked over to a family of hutts who were standing infront of a photographer.
"Sorry about that. Thanks for waitin'"
"Okay!"
"Everybody smile!" Anakin forced a big grin onto his face as the picture was taken. "Ok, thanks alot. Enjoy your stay at Emperors! We hope you have a blast!" he said brightly as the family slithered into the restaurant. As he was out of earshot of everyone, Anakin took of his helmet and stroked the soft brush on top.
"Kill me." he mumbled to himself. "Kill me now!"
