Capture of Naberrie
"Hope I have for you. Ten years you have, to find one to love you, you will. To love one, you will or forever will you remain a monster."
Anakin Skywalker could never get those words out of his head. In the seven years that remained there had been many who pretended to love him, because they enjoyed the power his position awarded them, but he had found each and everyone of them mocking him behind his back, they called him a monster and thought they were so clever to have fooled him. He should have known better, for who could ever love the monster he had become. Even Maul looked better than he now did. He was no longer that innocent tawny headed blue eyed boy he had been. It was much easier for him to do as Sidious wanted him to do without having to face himself in the mirror, but there was something strange that had happened to him.
Ever since that day at the Temple, Sidious's hold on him had somehow decreased. Those evil, hateful thoughts of Sidious's didn't ring in his brain as they once had. Instead, he found peaceful, tranquil, yet worried thoughts in their place, thoughts that could only belong to the Jedi Knight, Obi-Wan Kenobi. He never told anyone, not even his mother.
He knew that his mother had cared for him, had cried herself to sleep when she had found out what had been done to her son. It was why he had gone out on the dates he had, for her. She wanted her son back, and trapped behind that black monster, not even the visage of Anakin Skywalker remained. It was as if he really and truly was the Sith monster Sidious wanted him to become.
He imprisoned the females who had laughed at him. He did not wish any other in the galaxy to feel the sting of their words, of their hatred, and so they were imprisoned as traitors against the Empire. Sidious felt he was being merciful, although his mother had pleaded with him to set them free, he could not, the darkness that blotted his soul would not allow him. Although he didn't feel Sidious's thoughts unless they were being projected at him, he wasn't free either. He was still chained. He wouldn't be free until he could be sure that his mother was safe. And so it was that he was interrogated a school-teacher named Rewee Naberrie, who was the father of two girls and had grandchildren he had read. He had started a printing press on regular paper rather than holos which was how he had escaped detection for so long. It was a smart plan, not many sentient read on plain paper anymore. He was to take him captive, something he regretted as his features reminded him of someone he couldn't quite place.
"Lord Vader," Rewee addressed him, with all the respect befitting of someone of his rank, yet he suspected he was mocking him.
"Mr. Naberrie, by order of the Emperor of the Galactic Empire, I am under orders to take you into custody." He motioned for stormtroopers to come and take him into custody.
"So the Emperor has sent his lapdog instead of coming himself. Am I not important enough for him to capture himself?"
"Do not try and escape, resisting will do you no good," he added as he was Naberrie's eyes dart around.
"I'm not ashamed of my actions, Lord Vader. Can you say the same?" Anakin didn't answer, Naberrie was affecting him more than he cared to admit. He watched as the stormtroopers came and took him into custody.
"Detain the rest of the family as well," he ordered as he returned to his flagship wondering about the feelings that seemed to stir within him.