I do not own the characters by George Lucas, nor do I own the plot. I am twisting it to add a different character in. I do use many lines from the Star Wars movie when I am doing copied scenes from it. Just to warn you.

Vataloni's View

Vataloni stared at the open window in horror, then looked over to Anakin. He slowly moved from his knees to the small backless chair behind him and sat, his hands cupping his head tenderly as he shuddered.

"What... What have I done?" he whimpered, dropping his lightsaber numbly to the floor, shock seeping through his facial stance. Vataloni leaned back against the wall, holding herself in a solo hug and swaying slightly. Palpatine, still on the floor, began to chuckle to himself for a few seconds, then rolled over, easily getting to his feet. She lowered her eyes as his swept over to her, but he quickly turned his attention to Anakin.

"You are fulfilling your destiny, Anakin," he croaked, towering over Anakin's seated form and looking down at the young man, "Become my apprentice... And use the Dark Side of the Force..."

Vataloni swallowed thickly and looked at Anakin, whispering, "Please... Please Anakin... Say no-"

"I will do whatever you a-ask," Anakin chocked, slowly raising his eyes to meet Palpatine, who began to grin wickedly.

"Good."

"Just h-help me save Padme," Anakin requested, his shoulders shaking lightly, "I can't live without her."

His head bobbed up and down every so often, and it was the first time Vataloni had noticed his eyes. They were encased in dark circles, and looked oddly weary for not doing much over the past while. His knuckles were white, from either griping his knees to hard as he sat, or from stress, Vataloni wasn't too sure which it was, however. Zoning back into the conversation, her breath hitched in her throat as Anakin slid off the chair, kneeling in front of Palpatine.

"I pledge myself... to your teachings," Anakin promised slowly, his voice still wavering. Palpatine took him in for a moment, a smile still gracing his cracked lips, "Good... good."

Vataloni let out an indignant sob, "No... Anakin please, for Padme ... Don't do this!"

He turned his head to her, gulping, "He'll save her, Vataloni... We will save her."

"He won't," she pleaded, taking several steps toward him and gripping his sleeve firmly, "Anakin, he'll do nothing but harm... We can leave now and find Yoda... Anakin-"

His face slowly switched to anger and annoyance as he ripped his arm away from her, bowing his head to Palpatine. Her jaw dropped and she felt at a loss for words. Palpatine grabbed her wrist suddenly and shoved her back into the chair beside Anakin, "Sit and stay quiet until you're addressed..."

She opened her mouth, an insult fresh at the tip of her tongue, but she suddenly felt her windpipe closing, and knew if she spoke out of turn again he'd have no problem ending her life right there. Shutting her mouth, she inhaled heavily through her nose, sending them both fierce glares.

"The Force is strong with you," Palpatine commented thickly, turning back to Anakin, "A powerful Sith... You will become. Hence forth, you shall be known as Darth... Vader."

"Thank you..." Anakin uttered, "My Master..."

"Rise," Palpatine ordered, slowly turning on his heel and walking towards his desk at Vataloni's side, raising his black hood to cover his balding head. Anakin scrambled to his feet, watching his new Master calmly.

"Because the Council did not trust you, my young Apprentice, you will be the only one with this new... power," Palpatine lectured, "Once they find out what has transpired here tonight, they will kill us, along with all the senators."

Vataloni's eyes widened as Anakin nodded, "Their next move will be against the senate."

"Every single Jedi, including your friend Obi-Won Kenobi, is now an enemy of the Republic," Palpatine stated strongly. Anakin replied quickly, "I understand, Master."

Vataloni's heart began to race as she awaited the fate of her loved one, watching Palpatine with ever-growing anticipation.

He sighed, "We must move quickly, the Jedi are relentless. If they are not all destroyed, it will be civil war without end. First, I want you to go to the Jedi Council... You will catch them off balance there. Do what must be done, Lord Vader. Do not hesitate. Show no mercy. Only then will you be strong enough for the Dark Side... To save Padme."

"What about the other Jedi spread out across the Galaxy?" Anakin inquired. Vataloni's heart jumped for joy, remembering there were a few hundred of them still out on distant planets, working for the Council respectfully.

"Their betrayal will be dealt with," Palpatine grumbled, settling himself down into his large chair, "After you've killed all the Jedi in the Temple, go to the Mustafar system. Wipe out Viceroy Gungry and the other Separatist Leaders. Once more the Sith will rule the Galaxy... in peace."

Anakin bowed sharply and departed, his heavy boots clunking behind him. Vataloni sat, glaring at Palpatine with all the hate she could muster, "Quite a speech you had there. How long have you been preparing it?"

"You weren't asked to speak yet," he growled, his eyes flashing dangerous. Vataloni, however, could care less, "How many times have I heard that speech in my life? Do not hesitate, show no mercy... What are you doing to him? He's a good man..."

"He's serving me now..." he chuckled, leaning back in his chair and sighing, "I can make him do anything I want. Finally, the Jedi are being rightfully destroyed."

"They never betrayed anyone," she hissed, finally rising to her feet, "Why are you doing this? These people are making the world right! They are keepers of Peace, and have been doing so for long enough! You're ruining it all just for some power gain!"

"A lecture from you, Silme, is not necessary," he retorted. Vataloni felt her insides bubble up and snapped, "Don't call me that."

"I will call you whatever I wish," he snarled, making Vataloni flinch, "Since Obi-Wan will soon be dead, you'll be back to my guidance... You'll call me Master with that timid voice as you once did."

"I won't call you Master," she snapped, "Not ever again."

"I can make you call me Master," he laughed, standing up and raising his hand, "Easily."

A blow suddenly hit her knees and they buckled, causing her to tumble over. She whipped her head up to him, glaring. Using the Force on another human being, in this situation, seemed almost cowardly, which made Vataloni laugh softly, "Must you still use that on me.. What happens if I fight back one day?"

"I welcome any weak attempt," he taunted, a small smile forming, "I very much enjoyed your duel with Count Dooku... But you are not strong enough, yet, to fight me."

"I'm sure I'm perfectly capable," Vataloni fired back, slowly getting to her feet, "Seeing that Master Windu had no problem in defeating you... You looked so old and feeble on the ground-"

Before she could finish her remark, Palpatine called for the Force and flung it at her, full on, and sent her flying across the room, barely able to land on her feet. Her opponent propelled himself forward, igniting his lightsaber in mid-air, causing Vataloni to leap out of the way if she didn't want to lose a limb. Nimbly, she removed her Jedi cloak, which had always been to heavy to fight in, and whipped out her lightsaber, both sides of the weapon humming to life. He came down upon her hard, driving her back towards the wall, but she ducked below his arm and twirled back, getting into a defensive stance, both hands firm on the metal grip, adrenaline rushing through her. He charged forward, his blade clashing violently against hers, and again he ended up forcing her back, but Vataloni managed to slash at the sleeve of his robe, singing it. He glanced down and she took the distraction as a chance to vault over him, giving her more room in his office.

"You are improving," he praised, a small glint of worth coming from his eye, "But you are not good enough yet."

She hurled herself forward, spinning feverishly, each time crashing one side of her sword into his. It was almost as if her feet were no longer attached to her body, and seemed to have a mind of their own as she whirled toward him. He seemed to have lost the arrogant bounce in his step, and was utterly focused upon the task at hand. Her arms began to grow sore, as they always did when she dueled with someone, but they would only hurt for a little while; soon they would be numb and detached from her body, another limb working skillfully on it's own.

Suddenly, his feet shifted and she was thrown off balance as he brought his lightsaber into her. She grunted, fumbling a bit over her footing, and he took the moment to shove his shoulder against hers, causing her to stumble and lose her advantage. He slashed upwards, bringing his blade between her hands and completely cutting her weapon in half. Shocked, she stared down at her broken weapon in horror, and felt the Force slam into her stomach, knocking her off her feet completely and sending her sprawling across the floor, groaning in pain.

"You distract so easily," he chided, levitating her broken lightsaber into his hands and pocketing the scrapes, "You are not ready to fight me... Not yet."

Her head slowly began to pound and Vataloni placed her hand delicately on her forehead, feeling the perspiration of her efforts against her skin. She was so close to beating him, for maybe a fraction of a second only, but she was still close.

"When I am better, one day, I will kill you," she hissed, shutting her eyes and trying to slow her breathing. Palpatine laughed loudly, "No doubt of it, child. You are a Sith, and they have that urge to kill their Master's some time or another in life."

"I'm not a Sith," she growled, her voice sounding much weaker then she had wanted it to, "I'm a Jedi... I..."

"They were so cautious about you, Vataloni," he chuckled, "I remember many times discussing you with Master Windu. He worried you were a spy for so long, then he worried you would try and convert the other Jedi... No one trusted you, Vataloni..."

"They did," she murmured, hearing the stress in her voice, she dismally tried to make it go away, "They all trusted me... They wouldn't have kept me if they hadn't."

"Wouldn't they?" he mused, starting to circle her, the tips of his floor length cloak brushing against her, "Maybe they wanted to keep a count on the Siths, that could explain why you were kept. Or, perhaps they wished to make someone powerful fight for them, but that does not mean they trusted you, my child. No, no, no, they did not trust you. I doubt even your dashing Obi-Wan trusted you."

"He's always trusted me," she gasped, her eyes fluttering open and fixing on a tile on the ceiling, "He... He cares for me. He trusts me."

"He never told you he was leaving to go after Grievous."

"He had only been told recently himself."

"Yet he did not make any effort to see you."

"He... didn't know where I was."

"And he couldn't have asked?"

"Well... It.. took time to..."

"Vataloni," he said sharply, "This is pointless, as you know that I am right. Stop being stubborn and accept the fact."

"He cared about me," she whimpered, sitting up slowly, "He still cares about me."

"Not for long," Palpatine stated, "Did you not hear me tell Anakin all the Jedi are going to die?"

Vataloni's heart stopped and she clenched her jaw together tightly, finding it difficult to get any air from her lungs, "Die?"

"Yes," he sighed, standing behind her and fiddling with a few pieces of curly hair, "I want them all dead. If they are alive, then they will fight back. I can't and won't have it."

"Not Obi-Wan," she pleaded, turning back on her knees and clutching his cloak, "Please... Please you can't!"

"I can, and I will," he growled, his hands sliding down the side of her face and cupping her chin, "Oh you love him so much, don't you, Silme?"

"Yes," she confessed, a tear threatening to escape, "You can't kill him... I beg you!"

"What will you do to persuade me?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow. Her eyes widened and she swallowed hard, "What do you wish of me?"

Palpatine smiled and slid his thumb across her chin, making her want to retch under his touch, "I'd like my apprentice back."

"Will you let him live?"

"Yes."

Vataloni paused for a moment, then lowered her eyes in defeat, "What do you command... Master?"