A/N- Here is the next chapter, note to a guest reviewer: Anakin knows that Padme' is Cadet Naberrie already... look back in Chapter 5.

Chapter 7

Location: Galactic Confederation Base 1, Alderaan

Day 10 Month 1 14 BBY

( Anakin's POV)

After my piloting class had finished, I went back to my quarters to attempt to cool down after dealing with that— imbecile. My fists clench just thinking about his- no- her defiance today. I have met some handful arrogant cadets, but to think of any that dig under my skin? A few I can count on my right hand and those few fools had ended up gargling from my force choke. Their lifeless bodies would be left for someone else to clean up the mess.

Yet- as Skywalker I cannot portray myself as a murderer. I am a loyal member of the blasted Galactic Confederation and I must remain that way for another few months. In a few months , I can blast away these memories and those of Sidious tortuous rages.

I enter my quarters and use the force to throw several holodiscs across the room and at my target- a Nabooian picture frame on the wall. The glass shatters around my blue carpeted room. My quarters are far from spacious- even for a Commander I am opposed to living in spacious quarters. I have a small refresher and closed off living area. There is a full size bed in the left corner of the room, and a dresser that matches in black. A closet is next to the dresser. My eyes drift to the picture frame I have broken, along with a few holo discs I enjoyed to watch-podracers mostly...

A loveseat is perched in the middle of the room and there is a small holo screen on my wall. Bare and dreary as Obi-wan called my quarters, but I'm hardly here to live in these quarters. My eyes peer down at the robotic gloved right hand that Dooku had taken from me on Mustafar.

That day had changed me. I had been tasked with taking out the last few survivors of the Separtist's group which awaited my arrival. I had thought I was defending the Republic against Dooku and Sidious had offered to share with me the power to save my mother's life. I hadn't known until it was too late- that he didn't have the power to save her from my nightmares.

My mother hardly comes to my thoughts anymore. She had become ill with a mysterious illness five years ago. She had arrived on Courscant with my step-father and his son Owen Lars. She had been happy and not a slave for many years. She hadn't forgotten about me, but I began to have nightmares about her death. I asked Obi-wan and the Council for help and they did what they could. Then swooped in my dear friend Palpatine; who was like a father to me.

Palpatine revealed his true identity to me and I had told the Council. The Council told me if I went anywhere near him I would be exiled from the Jedi Order. Anakin Skywalker had been a feeble being- never attaining his true strength- and as Lord Vader I had attained my true identity. I had accepted my life as a Sith apprentice- I enjoyed the display of hatred and power of the dark side. It consumed my humanity and what little bit of Anakin remained- until Obi-wan had helped me see through the lies of the Sith and I had begun to redeem myself for my past discretions.

My comm. link beeps repeatedly and I eye my wrist at the number blinking back at me. The number is unknown- and isn't a good sign. That means it's an untraceable Imperial line- possibly one directly from Dooku or the Emperor himself. I hesitate to answer, but I press the button anyway.

The face of one of my Imperial Scouts appears and he salutes me. He begins, " Lord Vader, I have traced a lead on the missing- sir, we may have found Lady Vader's location."

My eyes widen in shock. Amidala has been missing a week with no trace of her on the planet. How has this come to pass now? I smirk as I feel my day has already improved. I reply, "Are you sure it's her?"

The Captain shrugs and announces, " Sir, the woman in question has her clothes on her person. She also has information regarding your wife."

My smirk grows upon hearing those words. I respond, " Where do you have her?"

The Captain nods and answers, "We have her at a local cantina- the rooms above the bar."

" Good, I'm on my way."

Location: Golden Cantina, Alderaan

Day 10 Month 1 14 BBY

( Anakin's POV)

I enter the small hotel room above the Catina that I was told to find my men. I keep my hood over my face to hide myself from the pathetic looking creature pooled and tied to the metal chair in the room. Her red hair hangs in her face and her green eyes stare down at the floor in fear. Pure fear reigns off her. I inhale the scent through the force and use her fear to strengthen my powers in the dark side. I nod at the Captain to back away from the woman and I step forward to question her.

Her green eyes peer up upon hearing my demands, "What do you know of the whereabouts of the woman who was wearing these clothes?"

I point towards the yellow silk gown I had seen Amidala wear before. Her hands shake as she grips the sleeves and begs, " Please sir- I didn't steal it. The—woman gave it to me. She found me in an ally and asked to trade clothes with her."

I nod and question in a calm tone, " Why did this woman want your clothing?"

The red haired woman shakes in her seat and I cannot help the smirk growing on my features. She stammers out, " She…. Said someone would find her.- Please I am telling the truth. I found this-" She hands me a small datapad with information scrolling across the screen.

My eyes scan the screen for any decodable information. Not much of the language is known to me. I can detect underlines of basic, but this language is foreign. Though I can make out the words Alderann and Bail Organa's name.

I frown as I cannot make out any other words on the screen. I will have to run this through a translator for help. The green eyes of the woman snap onto my own as she begs, " Please let me go- I've provided you with all the information I have."

My eyes drift away from hers as I lean over to one of my men and murmur, " Kill Her. Be sure to place the body somewhere no one can find."

The solider I have whispered my orders to nods and suggests, " It will be done milord."

I say nothing to the fearful woman as I turn on my heels and begin my track back to the base. Soon- Amidala- I will find you.

To be Continued…