AN: Sorry this was late! I was helping another author with her story. But I still found the time for you guys. My favorite character has got to be Anakin/Vader. His character is so complex and as Vader there was a mysterious aura. The tragedy behind his turn fascinated me, and in ROTS he's got awesome hair :D. So enjoy this chapter.

(Anakin POV)

For the last two decades, I've been physically incapable of stealth. And during the Clone Wars, I always headed right into the action. So sneaking around was a foreign concept to my twisted mind.

*Dad, you okay?* Leia's voice rang in my head, *you're kind of having a staring contest with a rock.*

I turned my attention to her, smiled, and replied, *I'm fine. Just thinking about how I've never been all that good with stealth.*

Leia smirked and added, *The heavy breathing completely ruined your element of surprise.*

"Ruined my element of sanity too," I muttered under my breath.

We were climbing up the side of the cave the Imperials had taken as their base. If traded in my holy resurrection outfit (I didn't want to get it dirty…:-P) for an outfit resembling my old Jedi robes. Oh nostalgia, sometimes I love it, other times I hate it with a strong passion. My speeder helmet is white for a reason.

"Tough stuff, I found an opening," Mara said.

I moved towards her and dryly said, "I'm not made of durasteel anymore Mara, so the nickname doesn't make sense."

"It was never really about the suit actually. It was how you put up with all that you'd been through. So I'd say it makes perfect sense."

Most of the time Mara, like me, was the capital of sarcasm and snarky remarks. But sometimes she'd say something really touching, and it added to my will to live back during the dark time. Now it helps me deal with my shadowy past, something I am grateful for.

"That's sweet Mara. Now, lets be creepy stalkers." I said, flashing her my trademark daredevil smirk.

She laughed at my wording, and then we started listening on the conversation.

"We must capture all three targets to bring back our leaders." the first guy said.

"I'll prepare a suit!" a second guy said.

"No fool, we're not doing anything like that. We're going to do something FAR more interesting." the first responded.

"My idea would be far simpler," the second shot back.

"SILENCE," a third voice said, "we need to focus on how to capture our sacrifices."

"Sacrifices? This sounds like some pretty messed up stuff." Mara commented.

"Then we will kill them, therefore performing the ritual that shall raise our leaders from the dead!" the third finished.

"Sith just got real," I said, voice trembling.

"Real messed up," Leia added, coming next to me.

The other two guys cheered at the third's declaration, and I decided I'd heard enough. My mind was already a dark enough place.

Ventress was waiting for me when I got to the bottom. "So, what's new." she asked dryly.

"Just the usual," I said, "three Sith dudes trying to use three people as sacrifices to raise their leaders from the dead. No biggie."

She raised an eyebrow and said, "Might wanna tell your son about that. I'll come with you."

"You just want to see his reaction."

"Yes, any kid with YOU as a father has to have an amusing reaction."

I rolled my eyes and said, "Too bad, cuz I'm going to use the force to tell him. He's probably busy."

I relayed the evil plot to my son, and he responded *What! No, no. That's not true, that's IMPOSSIBLE!*

He unknowingly set himself up for my next line, *Search your feelings, you know it to be true.*

*Why do you always have to say that?*

*If I've said this once, I've said it a million times Luke, it's part of the charm.*

*You only said it once, and at that point you didn't have all that much 'charm'.*

I put on a mock offended face and said, *Excuse me? THAT disaster wasn't my fault.*

*But 'that disaster' was your face, you can't fight that logic.*

*You're very lucky I love you Luke, or you wouldn't be able to get away with saying things like that,* I warned.

I sensed him smiling and then he said, *I'm coming to you right now. Wait for me.*

I nodded and turned my attention back to the real word.

"Ventress, I've got a bad feeling about this."

AN: My schedule was a mess, so I apologize if this was bad.