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OVP

Artoo Detoo was a very impatient droid. His master would usually be using him for everything. He would take Artoo everywhere with him. HE was the favourite. But not today. Apparently today the droid was to stay in his Master's room. So when the door opened and he saw his master he twittered annoyed.

"Artoo I got a job for you." He chuckled at his frustrated droid as it then twirped happily.

"I need you to contact Master Vi-Gota. Can you contact him on Tatooine please."

Artoo spun his dome happily chirping his reply. He made contact with the other computer…who in his opinion was a bit standoffish in it's reply…and opened it's projection eye to form a hologram of Master Vi-Gota.

"Master Skywalker. Is there something I can help you with?" He bowed towards Luke.

"Yes there is actually. I am sorry to be calling at such a late hour when I know you have business to do…"

"Business you personally sent me for." Master Vi-Gota laughed, his sharp fangs gleaming even in the projection.

"I have urgent and somewhat disturbing news. Someone in the school has had a force vision of you dying tragically on Tatooine. Now this must have some merit to it because I am the only one that knows your location at the moment." Luke crossed the room and sat on his bed, Artoo's projection following him.

"Dying tragically…there is nothing here that I need to worry about Master Skywalker. The Hutts are finally back in control of the planets inhabitants, and everyone here is quite at peace…it seems everything is back to normal!" He wiped the top of his scale-covered head. "Who had this vision? One of the last years? I would love to take this one on as my padawan! I've been meaning to talk to you about that actually."

"It is my daughter…"

"Little Ana? Is not this child a bit young to be having visions?"

"Because of her heritage…I'm not sure…"

"All you Skywalker heirs are powerful…yet she is very young…is she just trying to get attention? She is only eight."

"You are not this first person to suggest this actually Master Vi-Gota. Jacen said the same thing. He was with her working on her training when she had the 'vision'. Yet it is not in her nature to seek attention. She does try to be such a perfect little youngling. But she was almost in shock when she came to me. I haven't heard her call me 'Father' in many months…and she even called me Daddy…"

"This could be serious then. I will keep mindful of the force. By the way," He rubbed at his head in embarrassment. "What am I being mindful of?"

"Apparently a Sith."

"Sith…Lumiya…I thought she was dead?" His eyes bugged out.

"She didn't give a name. She just kept muttering about the colour red meaning Sith…"

"Talk to her Luke." He bowed his head in submission realizing he called the man by his name and not title. "She is your heir. Her mind is tortured by what she thinks she saw. Keep her close to you tonight. I must go Master Skywalker. May the force be with you.

"May the force by with you Master Vi-Gota. Contact me again in the morning."

"Will do."

OVP

Ana had left for her room, just as her father asked of her. She fell against a few walls crying as she started running. She slammed her door behind her and fell into her bed, tears staining her pillows forgetting about the call being patched to her room if she wished.

She hugged a pillow to her chest curling herself into the fetal position around it.

She lay there completely awake for a long time, before she heard her door open. She slowly turned to see her father standing in the doorway.

"Master Skywalker?" She sniffled, but sat up straight.

"It's just Dad tonight Ana."

"Dad…" she whispered.

"Ana…you have never acted out before. I have left many times…is their something we need to talk about?" He asked as he shut the door and sat beside her wrapping both his arms around her.

"I'm…I'm not acting out Dad…You leave all the time. I am lucky. I get to see my family all the time while the others don't. Pala hasn't seen her family in almost a year. I get to see you almost every day! I'm not lying about this Dad…I…saw him…die…" She scrunched her face up before burying it in her fathers shoulder, fresh tears falling.

"Red…it means Sith…it's always meant Sith!" She nearly shouted into his clock gripping onto him tightly.

"Always meant…Ana…have you been having more of these visions than you have been telling me?" he pulled her away from him enough to look into her eyes.

"No…yes…maybe…I don't know…"

"What else have you been seeing? Talk to me." He whispered as he pulled her into his lap.

"They're nothing. Just flashes of colours and feelings. But this one…it was so clear. I felt…I felt the pain of his death. It was like…like I was Master Vi-Gota. Like I was seeing through his eyes. Wait! Did you talk to him?" She jolted up to look her father in the eyes.

"Yes young one. Be calm. Would you like to stay with your mother and I tonight before we leave?"

"I must be strong…"

"Ana, you are strong. But sometimes strength comes from counting on those around you."

"Would you read to me…?" She whispered looking at the floor.

Luke smiled at his child hugging her close. "Of course."