Well, I finally updated. So sorry for the delay. Darth Real Life got a hold of me. The last chapter has been edited for spelling. You'll probably notice it in this chapter.

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Chapter 4: Revelations and Sudden Death

Six Months Later:

"You were my brother, Obi-Wan. I loved you." Anakin sat in the control centre of the Mustafar base, the bodies of the separatist leaders scattered around him, killed by his Master – no, former Master – whose body lay, enclosed in his arms.

Tears traced their way down his cheeks. He could not believe that Obi-Wan would do this. "How long, Obi-Wan? How long did you lie to us for? Hide this from us?" He didn't receive an answer. When the irony of the question fully sunk in, he found that he didn't want an answer.

Finally, he let go of the father he had lost and went to Obi-Wan's fighter to collect the astromech droid. As he lifted it out of its place, a message began to play. It was Palpatine.

"Lord Vashta-Narada. Proceed with the operation."

"Yes, Master," a reluctant voice answered: Obi-Wan's voice. The recording ended there.

"I have to inform the Council, Artoo!" he ran to his own fighter. "Make a connection to Coruscant."

After several nerve-racking minutes of waiting, the call finally went through, and after speaking to the Padawan on duty, Mace Windu appeared before him. "What do you have to report, Knight Skywalker?" Mace seemed to be ignoring the fact that Obi-Wan was supposed to be the one to report in.

"Master, I have made two terrible discoveries. The first is that…" He paused, swallowing the bile in the back of his throat. "The first, is that Master Kenobi was a Sith Lord."

Several gasps revealed that Mace was not alone. There were many cries of disbelief, until Mace spoke. "What do you mean. 'was'?"

Anakin's voice took on a regretful tone. He attacked me, Masters. I was unable to defend myself, and preserve his life."

There were a few moments of mournful silence from the other end of the link, until Yoda spoke for the first time. "Speak you did, of two discoveries."

"Indeed, Master Yoda. From a recorded conversation, that I found quite by accident on Master Kenobi's, or should I say, Lord Vashta-Narada's, arfour unit, I have discovered, that the Sith Master, is none other than Palpatine, himself."

Once again, gasps reverberated around the room. "Sure are you?"

At Anakin's nod, Mace stated, "Then he must be removed from office."

Vashta-Narada, as he was now known, sat atop the roof of the Mustafar refinery, watching his former Padawan swap the astromech droids, to take both fighters back to Coruscant. He had been able to listen to Anakin's conversation with the Council, and was thankful that he had instructed Arfour to play the message for Anakin.

Faking his own death had been surprisingly easy. It had taken no more than a fake blood patch and some tricks with the Force. He was still reelling from the fact that it had worked. Or perhaps it was from what had happened before that. No, he wouldn't think of it. They had been unarmed, and Force knew he had resisted. But it was impossible to resist such control. He was now a murderer…

Shaking the train of thought, with the knowledge that if he backed out, Palpatine would get Anakin, he checked on Anakin's progress. Satisfied that he was out of the system, Vashta-Narada headed towards his own transport. He knew that staying alive for the next few months would be the hardest thing he had ever done. His "Master" was going to kill him.

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