Ascaron bowed and left Lord Vader's chambers and boarded his fighter that had been given to him by Lord Vader. Apparently he had found it on Mustafar, badly damaged but still a sturdy vehicle left over from the Clone Wars, it was even painted yellow. Ascaron didn't know who had owned the ship previously, but it seemed to be well loved by the previous owner. It even had its own hyperdrive installed which was quite unusual as most fighters of this era had a hyperspace ring. In any case Ascaron took great care of the antique and knew that it was somehow attached to Lord Vader, but he didn't know how. No matter, it was time for him to discover Anne's secrets and leave Lord Vader's secrets to himself.

Anne finished taking a bath in the black bathtub and scrubbed it as she did the sink and the bathroom floor she was just about finished when she heard loud breathing coming from behind her. She knelt and bowed her head reverently.

"What do you think you are doing young one?" Lord Vader asked.

"Cleaning your bathroom, please I'm sorry I dirtied the tub and used your washcloths."

"I expected nothing less, young one. But you must learn to follow my directions. Did I ask you to work up another sweat after you have taken a bath by cleaning my refresher?"

"No, Lord Vader."

"Please enlighten me as what I directed you to do."

"You told me to take a bath and get ready for bed then meet you in your chambers."

"That's right. Now you will learn to obey me, you will take another bath, dress in another nightgown and come to me. Do not clean the bathroom; just neatly fold your towel and washcloth and come meet me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Lord Vader."

"Good." Lord Vader raised his hand as warm water started filling the tub, much to Anne's amazement. He left the refresher and Anne obeyed. She still didn't understand why Lord Vader was being so nice well compared to Emperor Palpatine in any case.

Lord Vader finished reading his reports as Anne entered the room, she was cold. She felt a warm heavy cloak envelop her small frame and she loved the softness of the cloak.

It was an odd sight really; Lord Vader sitting on his black sofa with a young girl in his lap.

Anne felt strangely connected to the man inside the suit, but she didn't know how.

"You heard my screams, somehow. You felt my pain, why milord?"

"I don't know."

Anne yawned again and gently leaned against his chest being careful not to hit any of the buttons. Lord Vader lifted her and carried her to bedroom. It was fully furnished and he tucked her into bed. "Good night, Anne."

"Night, father; I love you." Anne telepathically sent.

It hit Lord Vader like a ton of bricks but this child couldn't be his, he only had one and Luke was nearly an adult. He hadn't had any relations since Padmé, except one.

He had been just rewarded Bast Castle for his latest defeat of the rebellion, there was a young maiden who had been fairly strong in the Force, he was sent to kill her, but she looked so much like Padmé, that he couldn't go through with it. The young maiden and he had a one-night stand. She hadn't run in terror when she saw him the compassion that showed in her eyes was eerily like Padmé's. For a single night, Anakin Skywalker appeared in spirit as he lovingly made passionate love to this woman he was gentle and kind. The Dark Side was still there of course, but he held it back for a single evening. The next morning when he had awakened she was gone and had left him a note. Little did he know that she was with child, his daughter, Anne? Lord Vader decided at that moment, he would raise her and teaches her about the Force, she would not only learn the narrow view of the Jedi but of the strengths of both sides of the Force. He would be there to help her develop her talents and keep her safe. The Emperor would not get his vile grip on her again, ever.

Author's Note:Sorry the chapter is so short . . . hope you enjoy this more recent development. Obviously I do not own Star Wars or any of its characters, therein.—Darth Gladiator45