I do not own the characters from the movie Star Wars, nor do I own the plot. I am simply twisting it to fit a new character. I also use direct quotes from the movie in some places, since I am following the scenes.

Vataloni's View

Vataloni stared at his back from across the room. He was just standing there, watching the night traffic move across the city. Anakin had not returned from the Jedi Temple, but once Vataloni saw the smoke rising, she knew it was too late, and he had done what Palpatine ordered him to do. Palpatine had not spoken to her, and his last command was to sit and meditate, telling her it would bring back her darker powers and alignments with the Sith ways. Vataloni couldn't think about that. She dwelled on Obi-Wan and what would happen to him. Though Palpatine promised he would be kept alive, she had watched him send out several death orders already, and her trust was no longer with him. She closed her eyes, trying, in some way, to sense Obi-Wan, but she picked up on nothing.

"Vataloni," he said sharply, making her jump to reality, "Why aren't you meditating?"

"I am," she replied, "Of course I'm meditating."

"Your mind is on him," he hissed, turning to face her, discontent in his eyes, "You are disobeying me, Vataloni."

"I miss him," she whispered, a sob catching in her throat, "And I'll think about him all I want too... You don't control my mind."

"I can if I want," he chuckled, "But I won't... For now. You need to change."

"Change what?" she snapped, glaring up at him. He grinned, "Your clothes... No Sith looks like that."

"Why does it matter how I look?" she challenged. Palpatine crossed the room and retrieved a long black robe and outer cloak from a closet, "No Sith will look like that. Change"

He tossed the bundle of cloth at her harshly and she held them close to her chest, still watching him through angry eyes, "No."

"Change," he ordered, raising his right hand, and electricity shot forth, coursing through her body quickly. She screamed and fell to the floor, shuddering when the pain lessened and finally disappeared. Palpatine strode over and gripped her upper arm, hauling her roughly to her feet, "Don't make me force you to do what I ask. Defiance is not looked highly upon."

He shoved her away and Vataloni barely managed to stay up on her shaking legs, "I'll always defy you."

He laughed and turned away, "I'm not in the mood for silly worthless banter, Vataloni. Change, then we can get on with your next assignment."

Vataloni glanced around the office, trying to find a small room she could use to go off and change in, but there was none. Frowning, she shifted around uncomfortably and cleared her throat, "And where am I supposed to change?"

He looked back and raised an eyebrow, "Something wrong with right here?"

"You are sort of in the room," she snarled, "I'd like some privacy when I strip."

Chuckling, he folded his arms across his chest, "Excellent terms, my little Silme, but I have seen you change your clothes before... I don't quite see the difference."

"I was ... not even eight then!" Vataloni fired back, remembering the few times she'd changed with him in the room, "There's a HUGE difference!"

"You're wasting time," he growled, turning away and returning to his desk, "I won't look, if that makes it better, but just get changed so we can move on."

Vataloni opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She let out a huff and turned away, grumbling softly under her breath as she began to undo the Jedi robe, discarding it to the side and suddenly feeling very self-conscious.

"I see your muscles are still not very well formed on your arms," he commented, causing Vataloni to flinch. She looked over her shoulder and glared, "You said you'd look away!"

"Don't be so ... shy," he chuckled, "Not for me anyway. You and I have a special little... bond. I think I should be allowed to look at you like this."

"I don't want you to look at me like this!" she snapped, grabbing her robe and holding it up against her body, "Turn around and let me change!"

He raised his arm and flicked it, causing the robe she had been holding onto to rip from her grasp. She inhaled sharply and held her arms up over her chest, shooting him another icy glare. He smirked, "I want to make sure you haven't been scarred while with ... him. You may keep your arms there."

She kept her eyes on the floor while he walked over, his eyes wandering over her pale white skin. She felt so ...violated, in a manner, and pulled her arms tighter around her chest. Slowly, his eyes swept down her legs and over the slender roll of her hips. He reached out and grazed her back, making Vataloni want to vomit.

"Don't touch me," she whimpered, stepping away from him. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back, "I'll touch whatever I want to touch... I'm back to owning you now. Finish up."

He let go and returned to his desk, rummaging through a few file disks. Vataloni whimpered and grabbed her black robe. The wind from the shattered window whipped through the room and she shivered, quickly pulling on the form-fitting black robe, which went to her elbows, and fell to the floor loosely from her hips. The large, black cloak must have been her old one, since it had the same string on the sleeve that Vataloni had always used to fiddle with when she was bored. She finally decided to ask, "Was this mine?"

Palpatine slowly turned back and smirked, "The Jedi showed me your belongings when you first were accepted into the Order over there. I simply... kept them."

Vataloni looked up and noticed he held a lightsaber in his hands; her previous lightsaber. Vataloni walked closer and he opened his hand, allowing the weapon to rest in his palm. She reached out and ran her hand over the handle, feeling its smoothness once again. He murmured for her to take and she slipped her hand around it, remembering how light it was, how easy it was to maneuver around. She allowed it to hum to life, the red blade slicing through the air with such ease.

"Have you missed it?" Palpatine inquired, "I think it is far more superior then that meager Jedi blade... Don't you?"

"Yes, Master," she replied without any real thought, "Thank you for bringing it back to me."

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and slid a thin finger down her face. She stiffened when he moved down to her elbow. He gripped it tightly and pulled her back into his chest, then slithered his hand down, wrapping his frail, yet somehow strong, fingers around her wrist. Vataloni swallowed heavily and shut her eyes when she felt his mouth press up to her ear, "It gives me joy to hear that, my little one. Now... I need you to do something. Go to the Jedi Temple in the morning and kill whoever is left of the Jedi. Perhaps Darth Vader missed some. I have a speech to make tomorrow... The Senate will side with me on this Jedi issue."

"I can't kill Younglings," Vataloni confessed, sheathing her lightsaber and hanging it on her belt, "I won't."

"You will return to the Temple, and kill anyone you see," he repeated, "Now go... Sleep. There is a bedchamber down the hall. When you awake, you will follow through with what I have ordered."

Vataloni slept late into the day, and when she awoke, it was late afternoon. The sun was high, though barely visible through the clouds drifting across the sky lazily. She had slept in a small, yet comfortable bed for the night, and sadly had dreams of Obi-Wan. Mostly images from the past, for instance, she pictured a mission they had in the Liustier System, which had to do with hunting down and arresting some Bounty Hunters. There had been one instance where they were separated from Anakin, and were forced to hide in a small compartment together. Luckily, it was dark, and he hadn't noticed her blushing madly when he was pressed up against her.

She dressed slowly, feeling disgusted with herself as she attached the Sith lightsaber to her black garments. She noticed Palpatine had already left, and was most likely at the Senate, discussing how it was no longer a Republic, but an Empire. She couldn't understand how people would just let their freedom be taken away, but somehow she knew Palpatine would be able to make the situation look good.

She boarded a transport and sat in silence as it privately took her to the Jedi Temple. The Clone nodded to her as she exited, but she shot him a look of discontent and left, pulling her black hood up on her head. Shame seeped through her as she walked up the long steps to the Temple, and she didn't want her face to be seen. She felt as if she had betrayed those who looked after her so well. Obi-Wan was dead... Palpatine told her of his death before she fell asleep. A rather dismal bedtime story, to say the least. She cried herself to sleep that night.

Younglings lay scattered on the floor, their robes singed. Some had their eyes open in shock, others still had their lightsabers gripped in their hands. It seemed that all had tried to fight back against Anakin and his army of clones, but Vataloni could find no survivors. There were, however, a mass of dead clones lying on the steps of the Temple, so perhaps some were successful in fleeing from the terror inside.

She walked sluggishly, tears welling up in her eyes when she looked upon people she knew. Some of the children were so young, maybe five or six... They were all lying on the floor. No one had even bothered to clean up the mess they left behind. Did Palpatine intend for the bodies to be left to rot?

Vataloni allowed her feet to simply walk, not really noticing where she was going. She walked through endless halls, until finally she caught wind of where she was. She had walked all the way to the security center. The holograms from the cameras were recorded in the room directly down the hall from her, when she suddenly heard and felt something.

"He's like my brother... I wouldn't know where to look!"

"Use your feelings, you must."

"Obi-Wan!" Vataloni shouted, her voice heavy with grief. Perhaps her mind was playing a trick on her. He appeared quickly in the circular entrance of the room, distress written across his face. She let out a cry and ran forward, her hood blowing off. He stared at her for a moment, and then began to walk towards her, picking up his pace into a brisk run. She leapt up, wrapping her arms around him and sobbing into his neck. He hushed her gently and swayed from side to side, allowing her to cry. Finally, she moved away and pressed her lips into his, knotting her fingers up into his hair.

She had heard another voice before, and now someone had cleared their throat in disapproval, but both Vataloni and Obi-Wan ignored them and deepened the kiss, letting their need for each other flow. Vataloni pulled away and planted a few quick pecks on his lips as she spoke, "Missed you... So much... Worried you... were dead..."

Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around her quickly and held her against his chest, "I'm fine... I was so worried for you and Anakin."

Vataloni looked up at him, tears running down her cheeks, "He's gone... Anakin is gone. He's as good as dead."

"Sshh," he murmured, using his thumb to brush her tears away, "I know... I saw."

Hurt flashed across his features and she noticed he seemed close to tears also. Vataloni stood on her tiptoes and gently kissed him, stroking his face, "I watched him... Palpatine told him this was the only way..."

"For Padme... This was for her, wasn't it?" he whispered and Vataloni nodded and took a deep breath before continuing. She finally noticed Yoda standing behind them with a mellow look on his face, a small smile almost bursting to get out. Either he approved of what he was witnessing, or it was a very forced content look.

"And... And he made me promise him..." Vataloni sputtered, "Palpatine... He made me promise I'd be his apprentice, and if I didn't... He'd kill you. I was so worried for you! I said I'd do anything for him... He sent me here to make sure everyone was dead. I couldn't have harmed anyone I found... And he made me change in front of him... He... He touched me, and said I was his again, and he could make me do whatever I wanted."

Yoda shook his head, "Reason why Sith do not have female apprentices a lot, that is."

Vataloni sniffed and leaned her head against Obi-Wan's chest, "What?"

"Most of the Sith that last are men," Obi-Wan explained softly, rubbing her back as soothingly as he could, "Most of the time their Masters, if they are women, keep them after a certain age for their own... uses."

Vataloni whimpered and stared up at him, "You don't think he'd-"

"Possibly, once he's in complete power of the Senate," Obi-Wan sighed. More tears welled up and she let out a sob, "I can't do it anymore... I can't face him again."

"Have to, you may," Yoda sighed, "But alone, you will not."

"Obi-Wan," she whispered, "You can't leave me again..."

"I must find Anakin," he replied, kissing her forehead lovingly, "He's dangerous now... More then before."

"What if something happens?"

"Nothing will happen," he assured, rocking her back and forth. Yoda tapped his cane on the floor, trying to get the pair's attention, "With me, Vataloni, you will come. To find Lord Vader, Obi-Wan must."

"Master, may Vataloni and I have some time alone before I leave?" Obi-Wan inquired. Yoda smiled, "Waiting for you, Vataloni, I will be."

Vataloni watched him hobble off, the sound of his cane thudding against the floor slowly fading. Obi-Wan leaned down and kissed her again, softly at first, but their breathing picked up, as did their passion within the kiss. Vataloni's hands went up for his hair, but he grabbed them and held them together, then placed them over his heart, "I worried so much over you... You'll be safe with Master Yoda, and I will hope you'll be waiting for me when I return."

"I'll find you," she whispered, "I'll beg Yoda to be quick, and we'll find you together."

"I must find... Anakin," he muttered, gently letting go of her hands and kneading them into her hair, "You need to understand... He's very dangerous, and I won't have you get in his way. Something may happen."

"But I-"

"Trust me," he urged, "I beg you to trust me with this... I will come back."

"I trust you," she whimpered, kissing him again quickly, "Obi-Wan-"

"Call me Ben," he murmured, "My... origional name, so I was told."

"Vataloni has always been mine," she chuckled, sniffling loudly and wiping her eyes, "Nothing special."

"Something special to me," he stated as he shook his head. She smiled and pushed her lips back up into his, holding him as close to her as she could, not wanting to ever let go.

Palpatine's Point

He stared at the hologram of the Jedi Temple's camera, watching Vataloni lovingly lavish Obi-Wan with affection. He wondered why that green fool Yoda had not broken down on both of them, since this was most definitely not the Jedi way. He smiled, and then shut the hologram off, walking over to his window and staring down towards the ruined Jedi Temple. Let them come. It didn't matter that there were two Jedi left alive; he would deal with them quickly.

As for Vataloni, he intended to follow through on the Sith tradition of having a girl for an apprentice, just, not yet. He would give it some time, for now she knew what he might do, and she would fear him.

More then she already did, anyway.

He had to gain her trust somehow, or put more fear into her, to make her stay loyal to him.

Everything was going to plan, however. The Senate had played right into his hands, allowing him complete control over everything. He could now call himself Emperor Palpatine... Not Chancellor. Perhaps Emperor Sidious. He'd deicide later which name he liked better.

For now, he had a miniature green Jedi, and a frightened, yet beautiful young girl to deal with.Lord Vadercould deal with his former Master; Palpatine knew he could handle Yoda and Vataloni on his own.