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More Anakin in this chapter. He goes out and meets you know who.
Chapter Three
Shrine
"Faster! Faster!"
Vrrrrrrrooom!
Buzz! Buzz!
Beep! Beep!
"Yeah!"
"Woo Hoo!"
Padmé Amidala never thought she would say this, "I am so glad I bought those toys." The noise and her screaming children didn't even bother her. Not yet anyway. She had planned to save it for another day. A day where they couldn't go outside due to paparazzi, the weather, or another reason. But she knew the small ride-on speeder trikes would take their minds off this afternoon.
Hers as well.
Best of all, it would hopefully wear each of the children out. They would all each have a peaceful night's sleep. So she prayed.
Beside her, Anakin nuzzled in the coils of her hair, "Me too." Though he hardly seemed to hear or notice the children. And if they were lucky, the kids wouldn't notice them either.
Padmé held her hands on his chest. Holding him back. Knowing what he was trying to do. "Well?"
Anakin sighed as the mood evaporated. "I've gone over the list twice."
A list of holographers. From ones employed by powerful media mongruls like Pissog the Hutt. To the small freelancers looking to make a few extra credits. Finally, there were those who literally made a living invading their private lives.
Anakin's right prothetic index finger scrolled down the blue holo list one more time. "None of the regulars match Leia's description."
Perhaps it was another species, similar to a Muun. Afterall, they didn't travel outside their native homeworld very much. Maybe he even wore a disguise.
Of course, Leia was only a child and she did say, "I think," but Anakin believed her. After all, she was a very perceptive child. Much like her parents.
"Perhaps it's someone new." Even Padmé despite her many years of service had only met a handful of Muuns, because they typically did not travel outside their native homeworld, Muunilinst. Something of a hermit world much like the Naboo was until a few decades ago when a vast reservoir of plasma was discovered beneath Naboo's lush mantle.
"Maybe," Anakin grabbed his dark cloak. "Time to find out." Anakin's eyes narrowed.
He sensed whoever he was...
He wasn't far.
He...was watching them.
Anakin's eyes darkened.
Not just earlier. But even earlier. For days. Perhaps weeks.
Anakin knew. He just...he knew.
Who was he? What did he want?
A scoop for the trashy tabloids? Holographs?
Pathetic lifeforms, Anakin thought.
"I beeped up security." Artoo was on watch in the nursery. He also programmed the droid to message both Obi-Wan and Anakin if there was an emergency. Triple the usual number of guards at all the exits and any vulnerable areas in the apartment. Cameras were checked and double checked and working.
Anakin might even have difficulty getting out this evening—to go and search for him. Whoever he was.
"Be careful." Padmé hated this. Absolutely hated it. Hate was against her nature. A word really never used by her. Padmé didn't even hate Gunray and the rest of the Trade Federation. Despite everything they put Naboo through years ago. She had even shown Gunray compassion afterwards. Even at one of his trials.
But this...Padmé hated with every fiber in her being. How cautious they had to be to. What the paparazzi and their enemies did to them. Forced them to do. Double, triple, quadruple the number of guards. Around them Their children. Not permitting their own children to go to the park. Even simply outside on the balcony, for fear a being would take their holo. Exploit them all across the HoloNet or that shadowy figure would do far worse.
Much like the hooded figure watching them from the top of the building across the speeder lane.
Kaldani Spires Residential Apartments
One lone Muun sat crossed legged on the rooftop.
He was enjoying the wine. The silence. Yes, there was the noise from all the traffic and hustle and bustle of Coruscant. But he didn't hear it.
Too busy thinking with his magnifcent brain. Reflecting. And enjoying the view.
But he did hear the footsteps that were approaching him from behind.
Tall, leather boots to be more precise.
Besides hearing the boot steps, he didn't sense him in any other way...
Regardless, the Muun showed no fear. He didn't move a muscle. "Anakin Skywalker," he stated from his cross legged position and with a small turn of his long, wrinkled neck.
Anakin's ignited his lightsaber the second his name was spoken.
The tip of the blade resting just centimeters from the Muun's neck.
The Muun could even smell the heat from the blade.
"Yes, yes, it's me. The Jedi, Hero with No Fear." Anakin briefly gritted his teeth.
How he hated that name.
When would they stop calling him that?
Back to the matter at hand, "What do you want? Who are you?" He wasn't afraid. He was...Anakin didn't know. He just knew he was a Muun.
A Muun.
This couldn't be a coincidence. This is was the Muun Leia saw.
"I am..." He searched for a word. Too many came into his magnificent mind. "Many things."
Anakin titled the warm blue blade. "Well, many things, let's start with a name."
"Most of the Galaxy knows me by the name, Hego Damask." Again, most of the Galaxy. A select knew him of another. Though most of those beings were dead. In time he bring a few more into the loop.
Anakin had heard that name before. His mind and eyes going back and forth. "Of Damask Holdings?"
"Very good." Even after his earlier disappearance from the public eye decades earlier, his clandestine financial group's name was still known. Even for a man as a young as Anakin.
Anakin was taken aback. "You're a gangster! You worked with the Hutts. Gardulla the Hutt!" One of his slave owners. Before Gardulla the Hutt lost he and his mother to Watto. While Anakin didn't recall the Muuns ever coming to Tatooine in person, he knew Gardulla did plenty of business with them over the communications.
The Muun laughed. "Very good, but that was a long, long time ago. I am now my homeworld's representative in the great Galactic Senate."
In other words a politician.
Anakin nearly made a face of disgust.
He heard Padme mention a Muun once or twice. He was new to the Senate. He made some sob speech how Palpatine had killed him, or tried to. Forcing him into exile for years. Blah. Blah.
A few were predicted he would one day be Chancellor. Possibly the one to succeed Bail Organa when he left office next year.
But it was apparently effective, he supposed.
Anakin didn't entirely understand it all. Nor did understand how the system could allow such a being into the Senate? Kriffing justice system, Anakin thought.
"What do you want?"
"You." The Muun simply stated.
"Well, you have me." Anakin gave a small, mocking bow. "Now, what do you want?" He would not ask again. "And why were you bothering my children?" Anakin's eyes glared on the Muun so hard. Much harder, and his eyes may have turned into lightsabers.
"I mean them no harm." Hill raised his hand. "Nor you." The Muun's accent elongated the words and softened the T sounds.
"Yes," "Well, I'm afraid I don't believe you."
"I suppose that's understandable." The Muun raised his hands. "Though I would appreciate being back on my feet Anakin."
Anakin paused and cautiously watched the Muun as he let him rise. Though his lightsaber's blade still reminaed within proximity of the Muun.
"Thank you," The Muun took another sip of from his goblet. "This wine originated from Sullustan." He gestured towards the bottle. "I drank a bottle just like it on a night like this almost two decades ago."
Anakin didn't know how to repond or wasn't sure if he was supposed to. Nor did he know much about wine.
"It didn't end so well. That's why I was in the park earlier today. To take my mind off some things." It was not a complete lie. "You see, I'm sure you've heard my story. Due to my exile, I never got to know my son. You see, I..." Damask cut himself off.
Not today... he told himself.
The time was not ripe.
Anakin still said nothing.
"Tell me something, son, do you ever wonder why the Galactic Senate was built on Coruscant?" Gesturing off to the large mushroom of a building a few kilometers away.
"Because Coruscant is in the Core, the center of the Galaxy." Everyone knew that. Even beings in the Outer Rim.
"Ah, Coruscant may be in the Core, but the Core is not the center of the Galaxy. Deep Core is the real center of the Galactic Space. So by that logic the world of Byss or maybe Prakith should be the captial. But really who wants to do Galactic business on a world with far less lights and glamor? Spice and females?"
"Hm, yeah that might be true." Anakin said quietly. Trying not to smile.
But it was of no use, the Muun saw it. "Ah, I got you to smile."
Then Anakin felt...he didn't know if the word he would use would be uncomfortable, but odd.
He sensed...something.
He brought a hand to his forehead.
What is it? What was wrong?
He needed to get away from here.
"Just..." Whatever it was, he couldn't put his finger on it. "Stay away from my family. I won't be as merciful next time."
"Understood young Jedi."
Anakin did not like that he used the word young. It made him as if he was being treated like a boy or Padawan still. "I'm not like most Jedi," he said in a dark tone. It gave remind that he wouldn't be so forgiving a second time.
"I've noticed." Hill said as Anakin walked away. His eyes still on the Jedi.
Shortly...
Padmé laid there awake in the dark. Head against her pillows. She felt his side of the bed shift. Without opening her eyes, "Did you find him?"
"Yes" "Hego Damask,"
Padmé turned her head to face Anakin. She knew that name. "The Senator?" Who also the magister of the notorious Damask Holdings.
Damask Holdings was a clandestine financial group closely allied to the InterGalactic Banking Clan. Which also acted as a lobbying and political pressure organization that involved itself in the affairs of many planets, both to exploit local resources—such as plasma from her homeworld of Naboo.
He ran around with Palpatine and some of the others all those years ago. Also wasn't he something of gangster? Not to mention dead.
But a few years back he show out of no where and told the Galaxy his story. Written holo novels. Done several HoloNet interviews with Bar Balters and numerous other reporters. A year later he ran for office on his homeworld
Anakin nodded as he took off his boots and undressed.
She wore a very concerned face. It was also surprising. She hadn't really had many encounters with the Muun. None actually. If she expected anyone to threaten her or her family, it would be Nute Gunray. Who was thankfully no where to be found since his escape from prison.
Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Padme had done their best to find him since his escape. But all
"The one and the same." Anakin took off his shirt and slide into bed. "I guess." He pulled up the covers.
I guess?
That didn't sound like something Anakin would normally say. He was normally quite sure of himself.
Padmé turned her head. "What does that mean?"
Anakin's head went from side to side. "I don't know," But he would find out. "Tomorrow." He laid back against his pillow and started to close his eyes when something crossed his mind. "By the way, what's with all the holo boxes?"
"Hm? Oh, those?" Padmé said in a very tired voice. "Just some old baby things we don't need anymore."
Anakin opened his eyes and blinked, "...we don't?"
Though Padmé was tired, she could sense where this going. "I thought we discussed this," The topic of having no more children. Three, four including Galen was more than enough. Besides, Jar Jar was stepping down as the Senator of Naboo. "I want to go back to work." She was tired of being nothing more than an advisor. It made her feel useless. Inadequate.
Not to mention Queen
contacted her far more than Senator Binks, who was ready to return to their homeworld.
Using the Force, Anakin turned on the bedside lamp, "We haven't discussed anything." By giving their baby items away, "You made the decision without..." Well, really if he thought about it, "You made the decision for me." For us.
What happened to discussing things as a couple? Really when did they ever discuss anything?
"No, when I went and had my stretch marks removed you said—" Padmé cut herself off and shook her tired head, "Can we discuss this tomorrow?" She wanted to get some sleep. Also her head still hurt from all the shouting and playing earlier.
"No, we're discussing it now."
Padmé gathered every piece of strength she could muster. Though she knew she wasn't going to win this battle. Anakin had his heart on another child while she had her heart set the complete opposite. "Keep your voice down." Or else he would wake the children. "What's there to talk about?" She whispered through clenched teeth. "We have three children. Isn't that enough?"
"No, I want another baby!" Anakin shouted. Realizing how loud he was, he quietly and as calmly as possible answered, "I'm sleeping in the guest room." Anakin grabbed the end of his pillow.
"Anakin!" Padmé closed her eyes as she hit head against the headboard in frustration.
The Muun sensed trouble brewing.
There was trouble in paradise for the Skywalkers.
On the contrary, their blissful marriage was nothing more than a sham. While Padmé may have been his wife, she was not Anakin Skywalker's true love. All he had to do was open the boy's eyes and unlock the true desire deep inside his mind.
He reached...deeper and deeper until finally...
Moments earlier...
Yes, they had a guest room, but he never cared for the guest room. Besides, it was too far away from the children.
Padmé finally appeared at the sitting room entrance. "I don't want us to go to bed angry."
Anakin looked back out the window.
"Please," Padme wrapped her arm around him. "Please, come back to bed."
"I want another baby."
"Why?"
"I...I like it when they're little. Do you like that?" Anakin shrugged. "I like that."
"Another baby? Annie, we have three," She held up three fingers. "Not to mention I just had all my stretch marks removed." Thank to the miracles of modern medicine. "And also Galen." He was mostly calm. A good boy, but a handful at times.
Padmé opened the door to Galen's chamber. "Galen?" She looked up in horror. "What are you doing?"
"Coloring." He smiled as he continued to use the Force to move the pastels along the ceiling.
"Well, yeah, but the twins were a twofer." Anakin smile turned to a frown. "And besides, Galen isn't here much anymore."
"Oh, I gave birth to each of them and I can assure you we have three." Again, Padmé emphasized the number with her fingers. "I know you miss him. So do I. Maybe when he's no longer a Jedi initiate maybe you will become his Master." At least, she assumed and hoped so. Unless the Council would not grant him permission.
Anakin looked away. For a time he thought that might happen, but Master Rahm Kota had expressed an interest in Galen. "I don't think I—ahahAAAHHHH!" Anakin screamed. Hands on both sides of head.
Padme put her hand on her husband's back. "Annie?" Trying to figure out what was wrong. "Annie? What's wrong?"
Anakin continued to howl in pain.
While Jinn laid in his bed sound asleep. Luke and Leia ran to their parents. Crying.
Earlier...
All across the great city of the capital, many beings were turning in, sleeping, or hibernating. Whatever one's species called it.
Even most of the windows in the Jedi Temple had had gone dark for the night.
But not all.
Arms behind his back, Jedi Battlemaster Cin Drallig quietly exited his room. Leaving his quarters' light on and the hallway lights off so his neighbors could get some sleep.
Cin rarely slept during the night anymore. He chose to stay up and slept in the morning when the others woke. Someone needed to stand watch.
While the Sith Lords Darths Sidious and Tyranus may be no more. Even the Clone Wars had ceased. It did not mean the real war was over.
The war against the Sith or any other Dark Siders still out there.
Though Maul wasn't his concern— his greatest concern anyway.
True, he had tried to sway some students on Ilum until Master Yoda intervened.
Sometime later, Master Kenobi nearly caught the Dathomirian Zabrak somewhere on a planet called Stewjon, what was Kenobi even doing there? There hadn't been any recent crisis on Stewjon as far as Cin knew.
Cin shook his head. His mind was tired and rambling. Back to the point, it was quiet.
Kenobi even said Maul was rambling on through. Something about how "He's back! He's back! There's no to run! No where to hide. And we're all DOOMED!"
Though Cin couldn't see how Darth Sidious for all his power could survive a stab through the heart.
Then again, Maul survived being cut in half.
Vrrrroooom!
He heard a noise.
The swerves and movements of a lightsaber blade.
Though not quiet enough in his training area.
Young Jedi Leo Turner, Zett Jukassa, and Serra Keto. His former prized pupil and recently appointed to the rank of Jedi Knight.
"What are you three doing up?"
The trio deactivated their lightsabers.
"Practicing for tomorrow's lesson." Jedi Cin Drallig was teaching a group of students a lesson on a Force Bubble or Protection Bubble. They had just finished learning how to create the shimmering blue globe of energy sphere around their bodies. Next, they would learn how to protect themselves from a wide range of attacks. Such as deflect laser blasts, lightsabers, and the vacuums of space. The following lesson would be how to inflict certain amounts of damage upon contact with the enemy.
"You also need rest." True one could rely on the Force for energy and one's other needs. But sleep would truly given the body rest. Allowing one to grow in the Force.
"Oh come on, Master!" She swerved her lightsaber up in a Form III swerve. Very Kenobi like. "Surely you pulled some late nights before becoming the Temple's Battlemaster."
Fair enough.
And they would need all the Jedi ready if his fears came to pass.
Cin nearly let out a sigh, but decided against it. "You have one hour." He nearly turned to leave, his arms crossed. "Oh, Serra, you have a message on the communications." From her birth parents to be precise, but he left that detail out. Feeling the entire matter what...unnecessary. Inappropriate, but he followed the Council's wishes as best he could. Keeping his opinions to himself.
"Really?" Serra Keto beamed. "That is..." She lowered her voice and head respectfully. "Master, may I be excused?"
Cin nodded, "Go on." He didn't entirely understand this whole keeping in contact with the family nonsense. He felt it was nothing but a distraction to the students. Now not all the students felt this way, Knight Turner seemed to have no interest in his origins.
Cin just wished the young Duros would stop making staring at his former Padawan like that.
"Thank you, Master." Serra Keto raised her head and hurried out the door. Almost walking running into another Jedi—
"Whoa, slow down there."
"Oh, um," Serra caught her footing. Lowering her head. "My apologies, Master Kenobi."
Kenobi.
The Jedi Master. Member of the Jedi Council. Slayer of General Grievous. Best friend and former Master of Master Skywalker. The Jedi all the Masters hold up as a model.
The fact that she bumped into him like was completely humiliating. She prayed to the Force none of her peers noticed or that Master Kenobi breathed a word of this to anyone.
"It's alright." Obi-Wan held his tea cup with both hands. "No harm done." The tea was still it's cup. In part thanks to his Jedi reflexes.
Obi-Wan watched Serra go to the communications room. "Hey, how are you?!" He heard her squeal.
He shook his head and then carried on with his walk.
Obi-Wan was taking a late night walk around the Temple. Drinking tea as his Master Qui-Gon once did when he could not sleep.
He didn't understand why he felt restless. Since the Clone Wars finally ended, he actually manage to catch up on sleep. Between being a Master to Anakin and the Clone Wars, he had he hardly slept during those thirteen long years.
Meanwhile, he wondered if Anakin—
RUMBLE!
The mosiac floors of the Temple began to shake.
"Whoa!" So much it even forced Obi-Wan to drop his tray of tea.
Break!
But nevermind that. He held one of medium sized pillars for support. "What in blazes!" He cursed.
Earthquake? On Coruscant?
"Impossible!" Obi-Wan said out loud. More to himself. Ever since the Senate decided to install the weather control on the planet, Coruscant was usually a planet with nothing more than sunshine and the occasional rain shower.
While Obi-Wan believed beings should not control the weather and that the Force should will life, he certainly never complained about the usual pleasant Coruscanti weather. It was never cold and rarely too warm. And going on numerous missions with various climates, the calm, stable weather was always something nice to come home to.
"Master?!" Said a frightened Serra.
"Stay there!" Obi-Wan yelled. Finger pointed. "Lean against the wall or go under a table." There was only so much a being could do during an earthquake.
The communications room would at least be safe.
CRAAAACK!
It was one of the most awfullest things Obi-Wan had ever heard.
He heard some beings down the hall scream.
Beings running.
More cracks formed in the floor and celing.
Dust and debris fell.
He didn't even notice where the youngling in front of him had come from.
A small red haired girl. Probably a year or two younger than Luke and Leia.
Again, where had she come from?
"Master Obi-Wan!" She wiped her eyes with her sleeves. "What's happening?"
He didn't know. He knew saying he didn't know would be of no comfort to her. He simply scooped her up. "There, there," She rested her head against his shoulder. "It's alright." "Shhhh. It's all going...to be..."
Force sensitive beings suddenly felt something.
Obi-Wan grimaced.
He protectively covered the girl's head.
Praying to the Force.
Along with every other being in the Temple.
From every Jedi Master, Knight, to their Padawans.
"Master?"
"GET DOWN!"
"Padawan!"
"STUDENTS!" Jocasta Nu screamed in the library. Force pushing them back. Just in time before the massive shelves all fell down flat on the floor.
Even the infants in the Temple creche wailed.
"Waaahh Ahhhh!"
SNAP!
The waters in the Room of a Thousand Fountains had fallen still.
Even outside at the heart of the Temple, Force sensitive tree shook.
Kit Fisto, his wife, Aayla, and their daughter, Quinn had been out meditating under the tree when this happened.
They watched in horror as the great Force sensitive tree began to shake and wilt.
The power went out out.
Everything went silent for a moment.
Fisto ignited his lightsaber. Mostly for a source of light, but also weary of whatever was happening.
CRACK!
He twirled around as the lights came back on.
Fisto could not believe what he saw.
The tree's leaves had all fallen on the ground. Worse, the trunk had split straight down the middle.
Aayla covered her mouth. Leaning against her husband's arm.
They had all played and trained under this tree as children. Every student had for the last five hundred years.
Now their daughter and future generations would not.
It was dead.
Using the Force, Mace Windu sped down the hall. Nearly knocking over three of his colleagues.
The door to Yoda's private quarters burst open, "Master?!"
The Korun Master found the ancient Master on the floor, beside his chair. "M-Master Yoda?!"
Mace turned him over and was about to look for a pulse when a pair of green eyes fluttered open.
"...alive, I am," Yoda said groggily. He rubbed his aching head with his three fingers.
"What—" Mace did his best to catch his breathe. "What was that?"
"Know I do not." Yoda pulled himself up.
Mace could barely stand still. "Perhaps some terrorist took hold of the weather control station." Much like the Battle of Khorm. His lightsaber was already in his hand. "I'll take a team over there immediately and—"
"No," Yoda used the Force to recall his gimmer stick. He took a few steps over the windows. "All Coruscant it was not. See for yourself." He pulled back his curtains.
Mace Windu looked in astonishment. What he expected was broken buildings, fires, and emergency crews. A scene pulled from the aftermath of the Battle of Coruscant.
But no.
The rest of Coruscant was...fine.
Traffic was speeding along like normal. He could see a few beings in the distance. It looked like the Coruscant of everyday.
...like nothing had happened.
Mace looked down to the ancient Master.
"Only the Jedi Temple this was."
The Muun opened his sated yellow eyes.
He moaned as he sealed back shut.
Feeling the power and the ecstasy.
The destruction.
The Force.
His bride.
The Dark Side.
He moaned. He had not felt so close to the Dark Side in a long, long time.
He had kept himself away for too long.
However, during those years he had prepared. Grown stronger. Gathering strenth again. Allies. Plans.
But now was the time.
The night of the anniversary of his "death" at Darth Sidious.
And where better to do it, but right at the Jedi's backdoor.
Yes, there were many Jedi here, making it dangerous for him, but there were also many secrets.
Such as the history of the Jedi Temple.
He wondered how many of the little fools even remembered what lied below the Temple?
Did they not think the Sith would not retaliate for such an insult?
Thousands of years ago, after the Jedi had retaken Coruscant during the Hundred Year Darkness, buildings and other places of the Sith and other Dark Side worshippers were razed. Including the Sith Shrine and its ruins were quickly built over the Jedi Temple erected in its place.
As his Master, Darth Tenebrous said, "The Jedi try to cap the power of this shrine, but there's leakage. It's not just we the Sith; it's the power of history, it's the residue of what's left of the dark side there."
Along with his Master, some Sith from the Bane lineage even wondered if it was the final resting place of the first being who challenged his Jedi teachers and was able to amass a sizable following, all of whom adhered to this new philosophy that embraced the Dark Side. These Dark Jedi eventually led to the creation of the Sith.
And he had just tapped into all the power, rage, and darkness that the Jedi had kept hidden away for so long.
Shaking the Jedi to their core—literally and mentally. Waking the Jedi from their rest and thoughts that it was all behind them. The Dark Side. The Sith.
Though he, Darth Plagueis had never truly left.
He's baaack! As many of you guessed. What do you think?
Trivia: This was orginally supposed to be the fourth and the fifth chapter too. The last two chapters were also supposed to be seperate, but I combined them since they were so short. Zett Jukassa is the Jedi that Bail Organa watched the Clone Troopers kill in ROTS. He is also portrayed by George Lucas's son, Jett. Leo Turner is my own creation.
Kaldani Spires Residential Apartments is Plagueis's actual home on Coruscant and is from the novel Darth Plagueis. Also if you have not read the novel, read it! Read it! I highly recommend it. That novel is basically a prequel to this story. But not to worry, if you haven't read you should still be able to understand.
I'm not sure if Maul will appear in this story much. I decided to include that small tidbit after the Twins Suns episode. Also since one Sith Lord is back from the dead I suppose it made sense to at least mention Maul who also came back from the dead. Again not sure if we'll see him. One, it's a Skywalker and something of an Obi-Wan story. Two, I've always had mixed feelings about bringing Maul back. On one hand I understand bringing back a popular character. On the other, I feel it robs Obi-Wan of his win in The Phantom Menace.
The Darth Tenebrous quote is actually a quote from author James Luceno who wrote the new canon novel Tarkin where the Sith Shrine was first introducted. Though little is currently known about it, but it's probably why Palpatine made the Jedi Temple the new Imperial Palace in new canon. That and it's a giant middle finger to the Jedi altogether.
If you haven't guessed, yes, that little red haired girl was Mara Jade. :D She made a little cameo in The Price of Freedom too.
Kit Fisto and Aayla Secura got married at the end of my previous story, TPOF. Their daughter, Quinn is named after Aayla's Master, Quinlan Vos.
The age of the Force sensitive tree is still unknown, but I'm assuming it's quite ancient.
Phew, that's all I can think of!
Coming up: We'll find out how Plagueis survived.
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