Memoires of the Chosen One

[therealthing]

CHAPTER 46

I am alone in the bed when I wake up the next morning. Rolling onto my back, I look around the room for Padmé. She is sitting at a computer console, studying the data on the screen intently. I get out of bed quietly and steal up behind her.

“Good morning, Ani,” she says without turning around.

I stop, surprised that she was able to detect my presence. “Impressive,” I say, kissing her neck. “Most people wouldn’t be able to hear me.”

She turns in her chair and looks up at me. “Well I’m not most people, am I?” she replies with a smile.

I shake my head. “Oh no, you most certainly are not,” I concur with a grin. “What are you looking at there?”

“The Imperial data net,” she replies, turning back to the screen. “Just trying to familiarize myself with things. It’s been a while since I knew what was going on in the galaxy.”

I nod. “It’s changed so much in the past 25 years,” I comment. “And even in the past few months. I’m still getting caught up.”

“I’m sure,” she says. She stops as something catches her eye, and she brings up a page. “Would you look at this,” she mutters with a shake of her head.

I turn my attention back to the screen and see an image of our daughter, under the headline: WANTED FOR HIGH TREASON.

“High treason??” Padmé says indignantly. “Is that what they are calling patriotism these days?” She frowns as she reads the particulars of the crimes Leia is wanted for by the Empire.

“You have to remember that in the eyes of the Empire, she is a traitor, Padmé,” I tell her. “So is Luke.”

“I know, I know,” she sighs. “I guess it’s just a little hard to swallow.” She scrolls down the page and stops when she sees Luke’s image. “There he is,” she says. “Our son the traitor.”

“Our children are dangerous enemies of the Empire,” I tell her. “Between the two of them they have caused a lot of trouble for the Empire.”

Padmé smiles. “Just when I thought I couldn’t love them any more,” she says.

I laugh. “They are quite the pair,” I tell her.

She nods. “They are,” she replies. “I miss them already.”

“Yeah, so do I,” I tell her.

She turns to me. “Is there some way we can send them a message?” she asks. “Or would that be too risky?”

I sit down beside her and think for a moment. “I don’t see why not,” I reply. “If you send it from my quarters if won’t be intercepted,” I tell her. “I have made sure of that.”

“Let’s go,” she says, standing up.

She follows me into the adjoining room, stopping in her tracks when she sees the hyperbaric chamber.

I turn to her. “Welcome to the lair of the beast,” I tell her.

She looks at me briefly, and then turns her eyes back to the chamber.

“What is that?” she asks.

“That, my love, is a hyperbaric chamber,” I inform her. “I slept in one of those, Padmé. That was the only place I could breathe without the mask.”

“Oh, Anakin,” she says, her voice hushed. “How awful…I can’t imagine how terrible it must have been to be him.”

I nod. “It was terrible, Padmé,” I reply. “But do you know what the worst part of being Darth Vader was?”

“What, Ani?”

“Living with the belief that I had killed my beloved,” I tell her. “Living with the guilt and the agony of losing you was far more painful than any injury I suffered on Mustafar.”

Padmé makes no reply, but merely wraps her arms around my waist and presses her face against my bare chest. I hold her close, kissing the top of her head.

“Come,” I tell her, leading her to the comm. “You can send your message from here. I need to get suited up.”

“Alright,” she says, sitting down. “But leave that awful mask off until I give you a proper kiss goodbye.”

I grin. “Yes, Milady,” I reply. “Send my love to Luke and Leia.”

“I will.”

I leave her and head for the closet where the dreaded black suit waits for me. I hate the very sight of it, for although I only wear it now as part of a scheme, it represents such a huge and utterly dark part of my life.

I sit on the chair beside Padmé and pull on the high black boots.

“Did you send it off?” I ask as I strap on the shin guards next.

She nods as she watches me. “Yes,” she tells me. “I did.” She sighs. “Should I come with you to the bridge?”

“No,” I tell her as I stand up. “Stay here for now and learn all you can from the Imperial network. You might want to have a look at this, too,” I add, taking a disc from a small box. “Palpatine’s will.”

She takes it from me. “What am I looking for?” she asks.

I shrug as I start fitting the neck guard on. “Anything that you think might help us,” I tell her. “Palpatine kept many secrets, even from me. Perhaps he revealed some of them in there.”

“We can only hope so,” she replies, looking down at the disc.

“Well, time to get this farce underway,” I say, taking up the mask.

“Not so fast,” Padmé says, standing up. She runs her hands up over my leather clad chest, carefully avoiding the superfluous chest panel positioned there.

“When will I see you?” she asks as I wrap my arms around her.

“Soon,” I tell her. “I doubt I’ll be able to stay away from you for more than an hour or two,” I add with a smile.

She laughs. “Good to know that I can still hold your interest,” she says.

I lift an eyebrow. “My interest?? My love, you can hold whatever part of me you wish,” I tell her with a grin.

The look of shock on her face is priceless, and it causes me to burst out laughing. This earns me a smack on the arm.

“Ouch!” I protest half-heartedly. I take her wrists in my hands to prevent any further attack. “I’d almost forgotten what a firecracker you can be,” I tease.

She cannot keep the pretense up any longer and laughs. I pull her hands up and around my neck, pulling her face close to mine in the process.

“You not only hold my interest, but my heart, my very soul,” I tell her softly. “I am utterly lost without you, Padmé.”

She smiles at me, and just as I bend to kiss her, the comm. sounds.

“Ignore it,” I tell her, brushing my lips against her cheek.

But when it sounds again, I realize that I have no choice but to respond. My purpose here is, after all, to play the part of the Dark Lord; my desire for my wife must not interfere with that mission.

“Damn it,” I mutter, releasing my wife. I walk over to the comm. and activate it.

“What?” I ask.

There is a pause, and I sense hesitation and confusion in the person who is attempting to contact me. “Lord Vader?” he asks. “Is that you?”

“Yes, what is it?” I ask. And then it hits me. The mask...

“Uh…this is the bridge sir,” the voice reports. “We have a message from Captain Newmann, my lord.”

“I’ll be right there,” I tell him, then click off the comm. I turn to Padmé. “I can’t believe I forgot about the damn mask,” I mutter.

“Oh no,” she says her eyes wide. “Do you think he noticed?”

“More than likely,” I reply. “I guess I’ll have to use the old Jedi mind trick on him,” I tell her with a smile.

“Ah yes,” she says with a nod. “Handy thing that. Too bad it never worked on me,” she adds with a grin.

I laugh as I pick up the mask again. “I told you, my love that it only works on the weak minded. And you are far far from that.”

She smiles. “Here, let me help you with that,” she says. I sit down and let her help me into the mask, the entire episode rather surreal. Before long I am locked within my black metal cage once again, as the sound of the breathing machine fills the room.

“I will see you later,” I tell her, hugging her awkwardly.

“Okay,” she replies. “Be careful.”

“Always,” I reply. I walk to the door and, after one last look at her, I leave.

[therealthing]

CHAPTER 47

Kastellan is conferring with a junior officer when I reach the bridge, and I immediately get a sense of unease. Is this the young officer who heard me speak in my natural voice? Did he even notice? Of course he noticed, the lack of breathing alone would have been noteworthy.

“Ah, Lord Vader,” Kastellan says, turning to me. He has a smug look on his face, and I don’t like it. Alarms start going off in my head, my distrust of this man growing by the minute.

“Newmann has sent a message?” I ask, folding my arms over my chest.

“Yes, he has,” replies the admiral. “Just a short time ago. I wasn’t sure if we ought to disturb you since..”

“Don’t be an idiot,” I snap. “I told you to notify me at once. Let me see the message.”

“At once, milord,” responds Kastellan, hastening to the comm. station. I have to be nastier than ever now that I made such a stupid mistake…there can be no doubt in this man’s mind or anyone else’s that I am who I say I am.

I walk over to the comm. station to where the young officer Kastellan was speaking to stands. I look at him, my mind probing his, looking for any sign that he suspects something is amiss. He is afraid. this is the first time he has seen me in person…I am more foreboding than he had anticipated…he has heard that my wife is gorgeous and he wonders how it’s possible that something like me could have such a wife…he thinks of his own wife who is expecting their first child…the rest of his thoughts are uninteresting, and unrelated to me. It seems that my blunder went unnoticed, or else the man doesn’t’ know me well enough to suspect that anything was unusual. You were lucky this time, Skywalker…don’t be so cavalier again…start thinking with your brain rather than other parts of your anatomy..

I stand at the comm. station as the officer, whose name I’ve learned is Peternal, brings up the message. I see a holographic image of Newmann appear; seated at the helm of the shuttle he departed on.

“Lord Vader,” the message begins, “we have reached the Corellia system, but there is no sign of the Endeavour, my lord. It appears that they have left the system. I suspect that somehow they realized that we were coming. I have made contact with the Aggressor, the closest star destroyer, and am heading there now. I await your orders, Lord Vader. Newmann out.”

Malz knew…somehow he knew…I look around the bridge, and see Kastellan standing looking suitably perplexed. But I know better.

“What a misfortune,” he says at last. “I wonder, Lord Vader, if he was fed information about our intentions?”

I turn to him, my arms folded over my chest. “There is no doubt of it,” I tell him. “The question is who is the one feeding him information?”

I sense a momentary flicker of fear in his mind before he manages to cover it up. He is a sly one, this Kastellan.

“Beg your pardon for saying so, my lord,” he begins tentatively, “but I could not help but notice that …well, that the Lady Vader is less than happy to be here. Is it possible that she...”

He doesn’t finish the sentence as I send him across the room without so much as touching him. All eyes turn to the scene, the tension level skyrocketing. I walk over to the man who is lying on the floor, too stunned for words. He looks up at me as I tower over him, a mixture of terror and loathing in his eyes.

“You will not so much as speak her name again, do you hear me?” I roar at him.

He nods obediently as he slowly stands up, brushing himself off, his face red with humiliation and barely concealed rage.

“I will find out who is responsible for this treachery, make no mistake about it,” I tell him threateningly. “And when I do, that person will wish they had never been born.”

I sweep off the bridge, leaving the men properly intimidated and Kastellan properly humiliated.

I know it is him. But I need to prove it. I stride through the corridors, men and droids hastening to get out of my path as I do so. My mind works furiously to come up with a plan, a way to ensnare Kastellan in his own treachery. Before I know it I reach my quarters, and head inside. I find Padmé within, still sitting at the computer console, her long hair loose about her shoulders, still wearing her dressing gown. She turns to look at me as she hears me enter the room, and gives me a smile.

“What an unexpected surprise,” she says. “I didn’t think I’d see you so soon. Don’t tell me you’re already having naughty thoughts?”

I laugh the sounds strange to my ears even still. “Well, actually no,” I reply truthfully. “I just wanted to get away from the bridge before I killed someone.”

Padmé frowns. “Please tell me you don’t mean that,” she says, the smile fading from her face.

“I’m afraid not,” I tell her, sitting down beside her. “Kastellan has really gone too far this time.”

“What now?” she asks.

I sigh. “First of all I’m quite certain that he has contacted the renegade, Malz, and told him that I had dispatched Newmann to bring him here to me. When I expressed my concern that the information had been leaked to him, he suggested that perhaps you were the one who had done so.”

“What?” she asks surprised. “Me?? What would make him suspect me?”

“Because you’re doing such an excellent job of appearing miserable here,” I tell her. “He thinks that you are a spy because you hate me so much.”

She lifts her eyebrows in surprise at this. “And what was your response to his accusation? Or do I even want to know?”

“Well, I sort of used the Force to send him across the bridge,” I tell her, taking off the helmet. “I made sure he didn’t get seriously injured though; but I needed to send him a message. I think he got it.”

“No doubt,” she mutters.

“Well, I’m not about to let him malign you that way,” I reply adamantly. I pull the mask from my face and set it down. “We may appear to be at odds with one another, but you are still my wife. I won’t let him speak that way about you.”

Padmé leans over and kisses my cheek. “You’re sweet to say that,” she says. “But this could actually work in our favor, Ani.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, running a hand through my hair.

“If Kastellan suspects that I am resentful about being here, and think that I hate you for forcing me to stay with you, then he may see me as an ally,” she begins. “It doesn’t take a Jedi Knight to see the level of animosity he feels towards you; if he believes that I feel that way too, he may try to convince me to side with him.”

I scowl, not liking where this is going. “I don’t know,” I say, shaking my head. “I don’t like the thought of you anywhere near him. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, Padmé. I don’t trust him.”

“Ani, you said yourself you suspect he may be in collusion with this admiral who has been ignoring your orders, this Malz,” she replies, leaning over and putting her hand on my knee. “If I can get him to confide in me, to try to recruit me to his cause, then you will have justification to remove him from duty.”

I look down at her hand resting on my leather clad knee, and pick it up. “I won’t put you in any danger, Padmé,” I tell her, exploring the nuances of her small hand. “If he should suspect what we are up to…” I look up at her. “No, it’s too dangerous. Just you being here is perilous enough; I won’t allow you to take any more risks.”

She frowns, and I recognize the look on her face. She’s not going to give up on this.

“Still reading the Imperial Data net?” I ask, changing the subject. “What is that you’re looking at now?”

She turns back to the screen before responding. “It’s the data disc containing Palpatine’s will,” she tells me.

“Oh?” I ask, sitting down beside her. “Have you found something of interest?”

“Not yet,” she replies, scanning over the screen. “I was wondering if he made any mention of Naboo,” she explains. “I don’t know exactly what I was looking for; maybe I’m just anxious for news about my homeworld. It’s been so long since I’ve been there,” she adds sadly.

“We will go there as soon as we can, angel,” I tell her. “I promise.”

She turns and looks at me. “I know that, Ani,” she replies. “I can wait a little longer.” She stops as her eye catches something. I can sense her surprise and I lean forward to see what it is she is looking at.

“Did you know about this?” she asks, pointing to the screen.

“What is it?” I ask.

“Read it,” she suggests. So I do. I feel a coldness sweep through my veins as I see the heading of the section she is focusing on: Order 66. I read over the preamble, the utter lies concocted by Sidious to justify his slaughter, our slaughter, of the Jedi. Deemed as traitors to the Republic, every clone in the galaxy was ordered to kill the Jedi that they had been fighting along side during the war. And they did just that, without question, without hesitation. Ingenious in his plot, Sidious ensured that the Jedi were spread throughout the galaxy, and thus unable to defend themselves against the sudden and unexpected attack of the clones, who vastly outnumbered them. Images jump into my mind as I remember that terrible day…faces of the younglings I slaughtered in cold blood...

“I don’t need to read about that, Padmé,” I tell her, turning away and standing up. “I was a part of it. I know exactly what happened.”

“I know you do, Ani,” she replies, taking my hand. “But that isn’t the reason I want you to read it. Listen to this,” she says. She proceeds to read from the screen. “According to this, Order 66 was a directive ingrained in the clone troopers during their training in order to ensure absolute loyalty to the Chancellor.”

“Yes, I knew that,” I tell her. “Clones follow orders without question; Palpatine made sure of that.”

“But there’s more to it,” she replies. “The way I am reading it, it seems as though the clones’ loyalty is imbedded into the very DNA that created them, thus making each generation, each new wave of them just as unquestioningly loyal as those who helped slaughter the Jedi all those years ago.”

I sigh, wishing she would get to the point. This subject is very painful to me, surely she knows that. So why is she going on with it like she is?

“Padmé you’re not telling me anything I don’t already know,” I tell her. “Is there a point to all this?”

She looks up at me. “I know this is hard for you, Anakin,” she replies evenly. “But yes, there is. Ask yourself this; what happens to the clones’ direction now that Palpatine is dead? Who are they taking orders from now?”

I consider this for a moment. “Well, I imagine they are taking orders from whatever officer is in command of their unit,” I reply. “Just as they always have.”

“Yes, but ultimately their loyalty was with Palpatine, with the emperor, right?” she asks.

I nod. “Of course.”

“And now the emperor is dead.”

I frown, wondering where she is going with this; and then it hits me. “Are you saying that you think…?”

“I think that once you become emperor, the clones’ unwavering, genetically engrained loyalty will be to you, Anakin. And if it is, then just think what that would mean!”

I do think, and my mind boggles at the thoughts that jump to mind. With the undying, unquestioning loyalty of the entire clone army I could put an end to the Empire…I could turn them against the Empire. I could add their strength to the Alliance, to the new Republic…

“This is incredible,” I say, starting to pace around the room. “It would mean an end to all the conflict…” I stop as a thought strikes me. I turn back to my wife.

“But what if you’re wrong?” I ask her. “What if the genetic conditioning meant loyalty to Palpatine himself, and not simply the office of emperor?”

“I suppose that is possible,” she concedes, “but I doubt it. Even Palpatine must have realized that he was mortal, and that he would die eventually.”

I nod. “True, but knowing the sort of monster that he was, I’m not sure he would even care what would happen after he died.”

“Then why did he take the trouble to even record a will?” she replies. “He surely didn’t plot so long and go to such lengths to create this Empire only to have it fall into ruins after his death.”

“He wanted the Sith to rule the galaxy,” I reflect. I look back at Padmé. “So let’s assume you’re right. How do we prove it without ruining my plan?”

She frowns. “What do you mean?”

“Well think of it, Padmé,” I tell her. “If I suddenly order the clone army to cease hostilities against the Rebellion, and they don’t obey...”

“You’ll have a lot of questions to answer,” she finishes. “I see your point.” She sighs. “Well, there has to be a way to prove my theory without jeopardizing our scheme.”

“First things first,” I tell her. “I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves here. I haven’t managed to garner the loyalty of all the officers of the fleet. I need to have undivided loyalty if my bid to be emperor will succeed.”

“So what are you going to do then?”

I sigh, rubbing my chin thoughtfully. “I don’t know,” I tell her softly. “All I know is if I don’t do the right thing, I won’t get a second chance."

[therealthing]

CHAPTER 48

I leave Padmé, reluctantly of course, and head for the security sector. Manned mostly by clones, the area is a hive of activity as they move about in their typical efficient manner. Many of them are without their helmets, and the familiar face of Jango Fett is everywhere. At the back of my mind I wonder about Padmé’s theory: did Palpatine see to it that the DNA was engrained with unquestioning loyalty to him? Or is it to whoever rules the Empire? I must find out before I do anything drastic. In the mean time, I have a task for these clones to ensure my own security, not to mention that of my wife.

“How can I help you, Sir?” asks a clone who I can tell by the color markings on his armour is the squadron leader.

“I want a listening device planted in Admiral Kastellan’s quarters,” I tell him.

“At once, sir,” the commander responds. “Anything else?”

“Yes,” I respond. “I want him watched, closely but surreptitiously.”

“I will assign someone right away,” he replies.

I wave my hand in front of the rugged visage of the clone, bending his generic mind easily. “You will have no memory of this conversation, nor will you be aware of the device in Kastellan’s quarters.”

The clone stares at me blankly, and I realize that his mind has accepted my suggestion. I walk away, confident that my bidding will be done. Clones truly are amazing things…

Next I return to my own quarters. Padmé is in the shower, I can hear the water running. I sit down at the comm. station and replay the message received earlier from Newmann. I sit for a moment as I decide upon an appropriate and effective course of action. Finally I hail the Aggressor. Immediately a face appears on the comm. screen.

“Aggressor here,” the officer says. His face registers some surprise when he beholds the mask of Darth Vader on his own screen.

“Lord Vader! This is Lieutenant Piett. How may I serve you?”

Piett? “Did you say Piett?” I ask.

“Yes, my lord,” he replies, somewhat taken aback by my response. “Kirkland Piett. My uncle, Firmus, served you on board the Executor, I believe.”

“Yes he did,” I concur. “A good man, your uncle.”

Piett smiles. “Thank you, Lord Vader. I think so too.”

“You have one of my men on board,” I tell him, getting right down to business. “Captain Newmann.”

“Yes he is here, Lord Vader,” Piett responds. “Do you wish to speak with him?”

“No, that won’t be necessary,” I tell him. “Inform your commander that I am on my way and will rendezvous with the Aggressor within the next 24 hours.”

“I shall inform him at once,” Piett replies promptly.

I switch off the comm., musing over the serendipity that has brought the nephew of Firmus Piett across my life’s journey. If he’s half as valuable as his uncle, then I would do well do acquire him for our cause...

I stand up, briefly consider surprising Padmé, but push the thought of it from my mind. My need of her has already made me blunder once; I can’t let it happen again. I leave the room and head for the bridge.

“Lord Vader,” Kastellan greets me as I enter the bridge. “We have received confirmation from the last two admirals,” he tells me. “They will be here in 48 hours.”

“Good,” I tell him. “No word from the Endeavour?”

“Not yet, my lord,” He responds. “Wherever they are, they are lying low.”

I nod. “That is why we must go to them.”

“But my lord,” he begins carefully, almost condescendingly, “we already tried that. You saw the message from Newmann yourself.”

“I did,” I reply. “I now need to see to it personally.”

“My lord?” he asks, not understanding.

“Prepare a shuttle,” I tell him. “I’m going to the Aggressor. I plan to bring Malz to heel.”

“I’m going with you.”

Kastellan and I turn to see Padmé standing on the bridge.

“You are not,” I tell her, not even having to pretend to be annoyed. “You will stay here.”

Kastellan looks from me back to Padmé. “Perhaps I should go, my lord,” he suggests awkwardly. I silence him with a sharp turn of my head. You’d like that wouldn’t you? A chance to plot with your ally up close and personal...

Padmé walks up to me, ignoring the looks of shock from the men around her.

“And I thought you said I wasn’t a prisoner,” she says, looking up at me defiantly.

“You aren’t,” I reply. “What has that to do with…”

“If I’m not, then you can’t tell me not to go,” she retorts.

I make no reply, feeling the eyes of every one upon us.

“You are not coming,” I repeat, my voice raised every so slightly. “You will not question me on this!”

She opens her mouth to reply, but I prevent her from doing so by putting a gloved hand over her mouth, my other hand grabbing her arm.

“Let’s discuss this in private, shall we my lady?” I say, escorting her off the bridge.

“You are driving me crazy do you know that?” I tell her in a low voice.

She looks at me triumphantly. “That’s the whole idea, isn’t it?” she replies.

I shake my head, emitting a low growl as my only response.

“Is that a yes?” She laughs as the lift doors close behind us.

I turn to her. “You aren’t serious about this,” I tell her.

She stops laughing, and the smile fades from her face. “Yes, I am,” she replies. “I don’t want to be left here alone.”

I sigh. “This won’t be a pleasure trip, Padmé,” I tell her. “I have work to do.”

She scowls. “Is that why you think I want to come?” she demands. “Just to warm your bed??”

I scowl. “Of course not!” I reply. “You are placing yourself in danger unnecessarily!”

“How am I in any more danger if I’m with you than here alone?” she retorts. “With that nexu Kastellan?”

Our discussion ends as we leave the lift. I walk ahead of her, my mind working frantically to come up with a reason why she must stay here. But she does make a point; leaving her here alone with Kastellan is most disquieting, almost as disquieting as bringing her with me.

We reach out quarters and I turn to her.

“Listen to me, Padmé,” I tell her, taking off the cumbersome head gear.

“No you listen,” she interjects. “We agreed that we would stick together, Anakin,” she informs me, hands on hips. “I’m here to help you, remember? How can I do that if I’m here?”

“By watching, listening and keeping tabs on Kastellan,” I reply, grasping at straws.

“Don’t you have men doing that?” she counters.

I begin to reply, becoming exasperated by this point, but she continues. “You can either take me with you or else I will take a shuttle myself. In either case, I won’t be left behind.”

“You are so damn stubborn!!” I reply hotly. “Why are you being so difficult about this?”

“I’m being difficult??” she replies in amazement. “You’re the one who’s being difficult! What makes you think you can order me around?”

I clench my fists, my frustration level skyrocketing. “Padmé...” I stop, simply making a noise of exasperation. “You are impossible!”

She smiles, a triumphant smile, and walks over to me. “Does that mean you finally admit that I’m right?”

“No!” I return.

“No?” she says, running her hands up my arms. “You’re still prepared to make this difficult, aren’t you?”

“There is nothing difficult about this,” I reply in exasperation. “It’s you who are making it so with your reckless, foolhardy notions!”

“Oh!” she responds, dropping her hands. “I’m foolhardy?” she returns. “I’m reckless??”

I try not to laugh at the incredulous look on her face.

“Yes, completely,” I say, managing to keep a straight face. I fold my arms over my chest for emphasis.

She lifts her eyebrows. “Is that so?” she asks in a tone of disbelief.

I simply nod.

“Well I’m beginning to think that the outfit you’re wearing is going to your head,” she counters.

It is now my turn to be astonished. “You can’t be serious!”

She nods. “Completely.”

I study her, my eyes narrowing, trying to determine how serious she truly is. She cannot keep a straight face and I see a hint of a smile on her face. She recovers quickly.

“Are you teasing me?” I ask, walking over to her.

“Me?” she asks innocently, backing away. “Oh no, I’d be much too frightened to tease Darth Vader.”

I stop in my tracks as she covers her mouth to suppress a giggle. I take the opportunity and take her by the arms.

“You little…” I say, lifting her up. She starts to laugh, as do I.

“I’m sorry, Ani,” she says. “I’m just having too much fun with this. You know I don’t mean that.”

“No?”

“No,” she relies. “You are difficult though,” she says, continuing to tease me.

I nod. “And you are stubborn,” I counters, putting her down but not releasing her.

“Well maybe so,” she admits with a smile. “But it’s only because you’re so difficult.”

I nod. “I am, I know,” I say, allowing my hands to follow the length of her arms. “I don’t know how you put up with me,” I add, bringing one of her hands to my lips.

She smiles, warmth radiating from her eyes. “I don’t know either,” she replies. “Must be your animal magnetism,” she adds, watching me as I kiss each of her fingers in succession.

I raise my eyes to hers, and smile at her between kisses.

“Is that it?” I ask.

“Yes,” she replies. “No doubt of it.”

I turn her hand over and press my lips to her wrist, feeling her pulse racing as I do so, my eyes holding hers.

“Well, the thing about,” I stop and plant a kiss halfway up the underside of her forearm, “animal magnetism,” I stop and move my lips up a few centimeters, “is that it is very,” another kiss, this one in the hollow of her elbow, “very,” another centimeters higher, “hard to resist.” By this point I have reached her shoulder, and punctuate my sentence with a kiss on her neck.

“Ani,” she sighs, “if this is your way of talking me out of coming with you, it won’t work.”

I pull way and look down at her, my eyes widened in surprise. “You are really something, you know that?”

She nods. “Yes, I know,” she replies with a grin. “So when do we leave?”

I laugh. “As soon as you’re ready.”

[therealthing]

CHAPTER 49

Padmé and I enter the hangar bay about an hour later. The security officer waiting there looks rather surprised to see my wife with me.

“I have assigned two guards to accompany you, Lord Vader,” he tells me. “I hope that is acceptable.”

“Yes, quite acceptable,” I reply. I turn to Padmé. “I am bringing Lady Vader along,” I tell the officer. “They can keep a close eye on her to ensure that she stays out of trouble.”

Padmé makes no reply, but merely lifts an eyebrow in mild irritation.

“Indeed,” replies the officer with a smile. “I am sure they are up to the challenge.”

“I doubt it,” I mutter as we board the shuttle. Having the clones with us is probably a good idea, but their presence will mean maintaining the charade for the duration of the journey.

“Coordinates have been fed to the computer, Lord Vader,” one of the clones informs me.

“Set your course,” I tell him.

“At once,” he replies as he returns to the computer.

I turn and look at Padmé, who seems as dismayed as I do to have unexpected traveling companions.

“ETA 7 hours, sir,” the second clone tells me.

“Understood,” I reply. We leave the hangar and are soon underway.

Padmé and I sit in the hold of the shuttle, away from the clones so that we can speak openly.

“Ani, I hope I didn’t undermine your authority back there,” Padmé says.

I look at her, wishing I could rid myself of the burdensome mask and helmet, but knowing I must not dare take the risk.

“I know how vital it is that you maintain a certain image,” she continues. “I’m afraid I might have got a little carried away.”

“I don’t know about that,” I reply. “This situation is rather unique. I suppose it’s a fine line we’re walking.”

She nods thoughtfully. “I guess you’re right,” she concurs. “If we want to convince everyone that I’m with you against my will, then a certain amount of hostility is necessary. On the other hand, I don’t want to undermine your position, or do anything to make you appear weak in the eyes of the men.”

“Don’t worry about that,” I reassure her. “Vader’s reputation has most definitely preceded him. Besides, I’m rather good at intimidating people when I need to.”

“Yes, no doubt of that,” she replies, “Though somehow I get the impression that under that mask you are smiling when you do so.”

I chuckle. “Well, perhaps sometimes. I just hope I don’t have to do anything…violent.”

Padmé frowns, the thought of that as unsettling to her as it is to me. “Yes, so do I,” she says. “What if you are put in a position where you have no choice, Anakin? What will you do?”

I think for a moment before answering, trying to formulate my response in such a way that it will not upset her.

“I will do what I must, Padmé,” I tell her finally. “Our mission is dependent upon everyone believing that I truly am Darth Vader. If that ruse is jeopardized, then we are both in grave danger. I won’t let that happen, Padmé; I won’t put you in harm’s way, not for a moment.”

She smiles at me. “I know you won’t,” she replies. “But I’m here of my own free will. If there is danger to be faced, I’m fully prepared to face it with you.”

I reach over and take her hand. “Let’s just hope it doesn’t come to that, angel,” I tell her. “Let’s hope we can fulfill our mission without the need for violence.”

“Agreed,” she replies. “So what is that plan when we reach the Aggressor?”

“First and foremost we must find the Endeavour,” I tell her. “This Malz must be brought to heel, and I’m willing to do what it takes to do so, even if it means using the Aggressor to disable his vessel.”

Padmé’s face grows serious. “You mean engage him in battle, don’t you?” she asks.

I nod. “Yes, Padmé, that’s exactly what I mean. If he will not comply with my commands, then he must be dealt with harshly and swiftly. If he opposes me, then he could end up causing us a great deal of trouble, not to mention peril. He must be either brought to heel or...”

“Or killed,” she finishes quietly. The frown on her brow deepens as this sober reality hits home. “I didn’t think of that,” she admits, looking down at her hands folded in her lap. “But I suppose there is no choice, is there?”

I reach over and lift her chin so that she is facing me. “I’m afraid not, my love,” I tell her. “War is an ugly thing; and this is war, make no mistake. It’s us against them; and don’t think for a moment that they would hesitate to kill us, our children or any of their friends if it meant helping them win.”

I can sense her revulsion as I speak; but she needs to know the truth. Up until now this masquerade has had its amusing moments; but there is nothing amusing about the reality we are now facing. Malz represents a very real threat to the Rebellion and to my authority. He is a loose cannon, and must not be allowed to go on blatantly disregarding direct commands and flaunting his disrespect for my authority. If I need to make and example of him, then I will do it, if for no other reason than to ensure that he is not given an opportunity to devise a plan that could be catastrophic.

“I’m sorry, angel,” I tell her, trying so soften my voice. “I know that is harsh, but…”

“Don’t apologize, Ani,” she tells me. “I’ve been out of circulation for a long time, but I still know what war is about. You don’t need to soften the blow for me, just let me know what you need from me.”

“What I need from you is to be safe,” I tell her. “Other than that, I won’t know until I surmise the situation.”

She nods. “Alright Ani,” she replies. “Just promise me that you won’t be afraid to get me involved in this,” she says. “Don’t be afraid to let me help. Do you promise?”

What am I supposed to say? The thought of putting her in harms way, of involving her in a way that could endanger her makes my blood run cold. Yet, she is right: Padmé has always been a fighter, a brilliant strategist, and an asset to any cause.

“I promise,” I reply at last. “But you must make me a promise as well, Padmé.”

“What promise is that, Anakin?”

“That you let me decide what it best,” I tell her. “I know the way these men think, Padmé; you do not. Let my expertise and experience guide us, and follow my lead. Can you do that?”

She gives me a smile. “Yes, I think I can manage that,” she replies.

“Good,” I respond. “And one more thing. Please, please do not take any unnecessary risks. Promise me you won’t do anything reckless, Padmé, and don’t try to deny that you have a reckless streak. I know better.”

“Alright, I promise,” she says with a sigh and an exaggerated roll of her eyes.
“Anything else?”

“No, that’s it for now,” I tell her.

“For now?”

I smile under the mask. “Yes, for now. If I think of anything else I will let you know.”

“That’s reassuring,” she mutters. Our conversation is interrupted as a clone enters the hold.

“We’re coming up on the coordinates, Lord Vader,” he tells me. “And are prepared to drop out of light speed.”

“Very good,” I tell him. “Inform them that we are on our way.”

“At once,” he replies and leaves us.

I turn to Padmé. I can feel the sudden wave of fear that has beset her, despite her best efforts to hide it from me. I take her hand once again. “This is it,” I tell her. “Are you ready?”

She nods. “Yes, Ani,” she replies. “I’m ready.”

I squeeze her hand. “And so begins yet another adventure,” I tell her, trying to alleviate the tension.

She smiles. “Yes, so it begins.”

I stand up and hold out my hand to her, and then together we return to the cockpit and await the next part of our journey.

" “Welcome to the Aggressor Lord Vader,” a young officer in the hangar bay greets us. “I am Lieutenant Piett.”

I look at the young man, seeing hints of his uncle in his face.

“You may dispense with the pleasantries,” I tell him as I approach him, Padmé walking behind me. “Arrange for accommodations for my wife, Piett, and then meet me on the bridge.”

Piett looks with surprise at Padmé, but, like his uncle, is too prudent to ask any questions.

“At once, Lord Vader,” he replies as he walks along with us. I turn to Padmé. “I will check on you in one hour,” I tell her. “Stay in your quarters.”

She does not respond, but makes a face of hostile acquiescence. I head for the bridge, anxious about leaving Padmé alone, but knowing I have no choice at this point.

“Welcome Lord Vader,” a man wearing the insignia of an admiral says to me as I enter the bridge. “I am Admiral Pandergan.”

“Show me the last known location of the Endeavour,” I order him, not taking the time for small talk.

“Of course,” Pandergan replies. “This way, my lord.” He leads me to a console and brings up the information I have requested. As I stand waiting for the images to appear, a wave of fatigue washes over me, and I realize that I haven’t slept in almost 24 hours. I must get some rest soon if I am to operate at peak efficiency.

“This is the last known location, my lord,” Pandergan tells me, stepping back and affording me a clear view of the screen. I step forward and examine the star chart which has the coordinates of the Endeavour clearly marked.

“She was last seen in the Corellia System,” he points out. “And that was 24 hours ago, my lord.”

“What have you done about locating her since her disappearance?” I demand.
Pandergan swallows. “Well, sir,” he begins nervously. “We waited for you to arrive before...”

“You mean this ship has been unaccounted for for 24 hours and you have done nothing to locate it?” I ask in a menacing tone.

“Well, no,” he replies uneasily.

“24 hours is a long time,” I tell him. “Our chances of finding this ship have been greatly reduced by your negligence, Admiral,” I inform him menacingly. “Calculate every possible destination from their last know location,” I bark. “Immediately! And pray, Admiral that you find them before it’s too late.”

“At once, sir!” he yelps. “You! Normad! Get over here at once!”

I step back, arms folded over my chest, to watch as Pandergan orders underlings around, trying to maintain a modicum of dignity. I am very concerned about this situation, though; the odds of finding the Endeavour have become tremendously slim thanks to Pendergan’s inability to take matters into his own hands. If Malz is allowed to continue his renegade ways, then my credibility will be badly compromised, not to mention my bid to become emperor. He must be found and stopped, even if it means shooting his ship out of the stars.

“Lord Vader, you’ve arrived.” I turn to see Newmann standing there. He seems relieved to see me.

“Yes,” I tell him. “And just in time it seems. These idiots have done nothing about locating the Endeavour.”

He nods grimly. “Yes, I know,” he replies, watching the men at the console trying frantically to interpret the information on the screen. “I tried to suggest a course of action when I arrived, my lord,” he goes on. “But my input was not appreciated.”

“Obviously not,” I tell him. “This situation is worse than I had anticipated. I am going to access the information myself to see if I can locate them myself. The Force will guide me,” I tell him, knowing he really has no understanding of the power I speak of.

“Have you been provided with proper accommodations, my lord?” he asks me.

“My wife has,” I tell him, “I will use the computer console in her quarters.”

“Lady Vader is with you, my lord?” he asks, barely able to conceal his amazement.

“Yes,” I reply simply, and then leave the bridge.

I have little trouble finding where Padmé has been escorted, for it seems she is on the minds of much of the crew. Word travels fast, I muse.

Upon entering the quarters, I do not see Padmé at first. I call her name, and she emerges from the ‘fresher, brushing her long hair. She is dressed for sleep.

“Hello there,” she says, giving me a smile.

“Good evening, my lady,” I reply, giving her a courtly bow. “I hope I’m not disturbing you at this late hour.”

She laughs. “Well, what if I said you were?” she asks.

I walk over to her. “I would be devastated to hear it,” I say, taking her hands in mine.

She laughs again. “What news?” she asks. “Has the Endeavour been found?”

I shake my head and release her hands. “No,” I tell her. “And it looks like it will be extremely difficult to find it now. It’s been gone for 24 hours with no trace, and the imbeciles on this ship have done nothing to try and locate it.”

“Well perhaps they were just waiting for orders from their supreme commander,” she suggests. “It seems to me that most of the officers are afraid to do anything without asking you first.”

I sit down heavily, feeling tired once again. “Yes, I suppose so,” I concur. “I wish Firmus Piett was still alive.”

She walks over to me and commences to remove my helmet. “Who is that?”

“He was the admiral who served me on board the Executor,” I tell her. “He was probably the closest thing I had to a friend all those years. He was smart, reliable and had amazing insight for one not gifted with Force sense.”

She cocks an eyebrow at me. “Well you know, Ani, the Force is not necessary for a person to have insight,” she reminds me.

“Yes, I know that,” I tell her. “But you know what I mean.”

“Yes, I do,” she replies as she reaches around and loosens the clasps holding the mask together. Carefully she pulls it from my face. I breathe a sigh of relief as she does so, happy to be free of it, even for a short time.

“Much better,” she declares, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

I smile up at her. “Yes, I heartily agree.”

“Wait a minute,” she says, seating herself on my thigh. “Wasn’t the officer who showed me here named Piett?”

I nod. “Yes, he is the nephew of the man I knew,” I tell her. “And seems to have inherited his uncle’s abilities. Too bad he wasn’t on board the Intimidator.”

“Why don’t you just transfer him, then?” she suggests. “You are the commander of the fleet, aren’t you? Surely that sort of thing happens all the time.”

She’s right... “Yes, I suppose I could,” I reply thoughtfully. “But in the meantime, I have a bigger issue to deal with; finding that renegade destroyer.”

“Do you have the coordinates of its last known location?” she asks.

“Yes, they are on the ship’s navi-computer.”

She stands up and walks over to the console. Within moments she has brought up the information at the station. I always knew she was a quick study...

“Here it is,” she says, leaning down to get a better look. “The Corellia System.”

I stand up and walk over to her, my eyes on the screen. “That’s where it was 24 hours ago. Where it is now is another matter.”

She sits down at the station. “Well, there is a mathematical way of determining that,” she reminds me.

“I know,” I tell her. “The men on the bridge are working on it right now. But with so much time elapsed, the possible number of locations is almost endless. Determining the right one will be next to impossible.”

“Not for a Jedi,” she tells me, looking up at me with a smile.

I smile back at her. “No, not for a Jedi,” I agree. “But a tired Jedi is another matter.”

Padmé stands up and turns to face me. “You look tired,” she says, taking my face in her hands and stroking it gently. “Please tell me you’re not going back to the bridge before you get some rest.”

I smile. “Somehow I get the feeling that you’ll forcibly restrain me if I try to.”

She laughs. “Because you know me so well,” she replies, looking up at me. “I love you, Anakin,” she tells me softly. “Have I told you that recently?”

I shake my head. “No, you haven’t,” I admit. “But I’m very glad to hear you say it now.”

She smiles. “You know, I don’t believe I ever stopped loving you, in spite of everything that happened,” she tells me. “I can’t tell you how many nights I dreamed of you during all those years, Ani. I would dream that we were together, and that everything was wonderful and peaceful, and we had our children with us….” She stops, the memories of those empty dreams too painful to remember.

“I would dream the same thing,” I tell her. “Sometimes I would relive moments we’d shared, or I would dream that Mustafar had never happened. I had a dream of you quite recently in fact, before I knew that you were alive. I dreamed that you came to me from the after world and told me that you forgave me, and asked me to promise that I would never abandon our children, that they needed me, and I needed them. I thought that somehow you were reaching out to me, and it gave me peace. But now I know that it was but a dream.”

She frowns as she listens to me describe the vision I’d had of her on Coruscant months ago. “That is so bizarre,” she tells me. “I had a very similar dream, Ani. I dreamed I was watching you sleep, and whispered in your ear that I loved you, that I forgave you, and asked you to watch over our children. I had no idea at that point that you had renounced the Dark Side, or that you had even been physically transformed back to your former self; do you think our dreams were merely coincidence? Or was there more to it than that?”

Her revelation surprises me. Yet, she and I have always shared a connection, despite the fact that she has never manifested any Force abilities. I would not at all be surprised if we had shared a common vision, our bond undeniably strong even though we were light years apart.

“That was no coincidence, Padmé,” I tell her. “I’m certain of it. You and I share something truly unique, which transcends the ordinary. We are soul mates, Padmé; and the bond we share goes beyond any untying, no matter what circumstances we may find ourselves in.”

She nods in agreement. “Yes, I believe that too, Ani,” she tells me. “All those years we were apart I felt as though part of me were missing.”

“I know exactly what you mean,” I tell her. “When I thought you were dead, a part of me died too. You complete me, Padmé. You always have.”

She smiles, her eyes shining with unshed tears. I pull her close, closing my eyes as I simply hold her, wondering how I ever lived without her for so very long.

“We need to get some sleep,” I tell her, kissing the top of her head. “We have a lot of work to do.”

She nods. “Yes, I know,” she concurs. “Why don’t you get out of this awful suit and come to bed?”

“Sounds good to me,” I tell her. I release her and she turns to go, but I reach out to her and take her hand. She looks up at me questioningly. “And by the way, just in case you had any doubts,” I tell her, “I love you too.”

She smiles in response. “Come to bed, Anakin,” she tells me.

“Your wish is my command, milady,” I tell her, kissing her hand.

[therealthing]

CHAPTER 50

The air is thick with heat, fumes sting my eyes, scorch my throat. Yet neither the fumes nor the heat can stop my relentless attack upon who was once my master. The master who has betrayed me, stolen everything from me, including my beloved wife…

“This is the end for you, my master,” I tell him as I approach him, my
Lightsaber poised above my head. He manages to reach the shore of the molten river, infuriating me even further.

“It’s over, Anakin,” he gloats. “I have the higher ground.”

“Don’t underestimate my powers,” I retort, preparing to leap to the shore.

“Don’t try it,” he warns me, but I do not listen. I jump into the air, but before I can land, am engulfed in searing agony…Kenobi has sliced though my legs, my arms…the pain is suffocating, and I tumble to the ground, half a man, a useless thing now, lying in agony at his feet, forced to listen to his lies…

“I loved you! You were my brother!” I barely hear him, the pain is so overwhelming…and then I feel the flames begin to consume me…
I wake up, my heart pounding in my chest so hard I’m afraid it will burst. I sit up, my breath ragged, my body bathed in sweat…I close my eyes again, calm, be calm I tell myself, entering the meditative serenity that I learned as a young boy, but had never quite managed to master. I can feel my heart starting to resume its normal pace, as I force myself to take deep slow breaths. I bend my knees, and prop my elbows upon them, my face in my hands. Running my hands through my hair I try to push the images of my dream from my mind. It is certainly not the first time I have relived that horrible moment, but it has been months since I have, since before my rebirth. Why now? I cannot help but wonder anxiously. Why are these visions revisiting me now?

I get out of the bed, not wishing to disturb my wife, and go to the ‘fresher. I stand before the mirror and stare at myself for a long time. I look like I did on that day so long ago, but inside I am utterly changed. I know that I have eradicated the Darkness from my soul, so why are these memories returning? Is this a warning? Should I put aside the ruse of being Darth Vader before I am drawn into it completely? I turn away from the mirror and walk to the doorway of the ‘fresher, leaning against the doorway, looking at my wife. She is sound asleep, a look of peace on her beautiful face. Do I tell her about this? I wonder anxiously. Or will it only give her yet another reason to worry? I know that Padmé has suffered as much as I have because of what happened at Mustafar, her wounds, although not visible, just as deep as mine. She is just now starting to heal, as her love and trust of me starts to flourish once again…what would happen to that trust if I told her of my dark dream? I sigh and lean my head back against the door frame. If only I could just live in peace with my family…if only the fate of the galaxy didn’t rest on my shoulders...again...But I am the Chosen One after all; this is my destiny, whether I like it or not.

Realizing that I will not sleep any more tonight, I have a shower and get dressed, leaving my wife sleeping alone in our bed. I head for the bridge, anxious to tackle the puzzle of the Endeavour’s seeming disappearance.

“Report,” I announce as I enter the bridge.

All eyes turn to me, as each of them straightens in their seat, anxious to appear efficient and busy. Piett approaches me.

“We have calculated several possible trajectories, my lord,” he tells me. “And have contacted ships in the sectors where we believe she may be. As of yet, no one has reported having seen her.”

I frown under my mask. Obviously these men aren’t up to the task; I had almost forgotten the rampant incompetence aboard most destroyers.

“What information do we have on Malz?” I ask, taking a different approach. Perhaps if I learn all I can about this man, the Force will guide me and enable me to anticipate his moves and understand his motives.

“I will call it up at once,” Piett tells me. I stand behind him as his hands fly over the computer console. I look at the screen in front of him, puzzled by the paucity of information on my quarry.

“This is most irregular,” Piett mutters, reminding me ever more of his late uncle in the tone of his voice. “There is virtually nothing, my lord.”

“How can that be?” I ask, as perplexed as he is. “The Empire keeps extensive records on all its personal. If he holds the rank of admiral then there should be extensive files on him.”

“Yes, that is definitely true,” he concurs. He looks over his shoulder at me, and I can see in his eyes the trepidation he feels at telling me what he knows I don’t want to hear. “But I’m afraid there isn’t, Lord Vader. The records on him go back less than one standard year.”

One year? That’s impossible...

“There must be an error,” I tell him. “Let me have a look.”

Piett stands up immediately and I take the seat at the console. I quickly scan over the information, looking for anything that I can cross reference. There is so little to go on, that I have difficulty finding more than a few key words, and even they yield nothing. It is as though this man didn’t exist one year ago…

“Something is going on,” I announce at last as I stand up. “Something very strange, and I intend to find out what it is.”

“How, Lord Vader?” asks Piett. “We cannot even find where he is.”

I contemplate his question for a moment before responding, all the while staring at the small image of the elusive Malz that I have pulled up on the screen. The more I study it, the more I am struck with a sense of familiarity. Do I know this man? Did he serve me at some point? If so, then why don’t the records show that?

“What trajectories are left that have not been accounted for?” I ask Piett without taking my eyes off of the screen.

He walks over to the navi-computer to retrieve the information. “There are many, my lord,” he regretfully informs me. “We are severely undermanned, as you know, having much of the fleet in the Battle of the Endor Moon. Many sectors do not have an imperial presence any more.”

I nod my understanding. “Prepare a list of the remaining possible trajectories,” I command him. “And the sectors that need to be investigated. If need be, we will search each sector one by one until he is found.”

“Right away, Lord Vader,” he replies, getting started at once.

So much like his uncle...the same efficiency, the same intelligence…even the same soulful eyes…Suddenly a thought strikes me, almost too wild to give consideration to. Those eyes…

I call up the information on Malz again, and study the image. The eyes are the same. How can this be?? Could this be Firmus Piett that I am looking at?? He died, surely he perished during the Battle of the Endor Moon…or did he?? But if he is alive, why is he acting like a traitor? Why is he ignoring my commands?? There is only one way to find out if my suspicions are correct, one way to answer these questions; I must find the Endeavour and discover the true identity of its commanding officer, though deep down inside I feel as though I already know.

What are you up to, old friend? I think to myself as I stare at the image on the screen. What is your plan?

“The list, my lord,” Piett says, handing me a data pad. He wasn’t exaggerating when he said there were many sectors; there are at least 20 on the list.

“I will study this,” I tell him. “The Force will help me find him. It will show me the way.”

“Of course,” Piett wisely replies. “I shall await your orders, Lord Vader.”

I leave the bridge, the data pad in my hand. I will find you, Piett...make no mistake about that.

I return to the quarters where I left Padmé sleeping, and stand for a moment examining the datapad in my hand.

“Ani? Is everything alright?”

I turn and see Padmé standing there, still in her nightgown.

“I’m not sure,” I reply. “Something very strange is going on, and I need to find out what it all means.”

“What do you mean?” she asks, walking over to me. “What is that you have there?”

I look down at the data pad in my hand. “All the possible locations of the Endeavour,” I tell her. “And there are a lot of them.” I have an idea and look up at her. “You can help me with this, Padmé,” I tell her. I hand her the data pad. “Bring up the star charts on each of these sectors for me, will you? I will use the Force to try to find the Endeavour.”

“Try?” she asks with a smile, taking the pad from my hand. “Isn’t that word forbidden among you Jedi?”

I smile. “Yes, come to think of it. Master Yoda would always chastise me if I ever used it around him.”

Padmé frowns at the mention of his name. “Don’t mention his name,” she says. “I’m not sure I will ever be able to forgive what he did.”

I gently touch her face. “I’m sorry,” I tell her as I remove my helmet. “I understand how angry you are, Padmé.”

She nods. “Let’s get to work,” she says, sitting down at the computer console. I take a seat beside her, removing the mask as I do so.

“Let’s see,” she says, looking at the data pad. “This is going to take hours, Anakin,” she says, turning to me.

I set the mask down. “Yes, it might,” I concur. “But hopefully we will find something before we exhaust the entire list.”

“Let’s hope so,” she says as she enters the coordinates of the first sector on the list. Within moments the star chart of the Aparo sector appears. I study the chart, focusing my mind on the stars and planets, using for Force to connect to the life energy that emanates from them.

“No,” I tell her. “It’s not there.”

She looks at me. “Sure?”

I nod. “Yes,” I reply. “Next one please.”

Sector after sector I study, but after two hours we still have not found the Endeavour.

“Let’s take a break,” Padmé suggests, standing up and stretching. “I’m going to get dressed.”

“Okay,” I tell her, standing up also. I stretch my arms, feeling the tension in my shoulders and back ease a little as I do so. I pick up the data pad and look at the list, scanning down for the next one to be searched. The Chommell Sector..Naboo..I look back at the ‘fresher, hearing the sound of the shower. Seeing her own planetary system may be difficult for Padmé; I know how long it has been since she has been home, and how much she has missed it. I decide to search it alone while she is out of the room.

I sit down again and bring up the Chommell sector on the computer console. There it is…Naboo...I must focus hard to set aside my emotional attachment to that planet in order to find what I am looking for.

Closing my eyes, I draw into the Oneness of the Force as I concentrate on the Chommell sector, its plants and the inhabitants there. He is there…I suddenly feel the presence of the destroyer, and the ripples of tension and fear that emanate from the planet it is orbiting…the planet Naboo. A cold wave of anxiety sweeps over me, as I realize why he is there. He knows…he knows about my arrest, about my trial, about my redemption…No wonder he has ignored my orders, no doubt he feels that ‘Darth Vader’ is an imposter. Piett always was the loyal one…but will that loyalty be transferred to a redeemed Vader? Firmus Piett was always a good man, despite the path he chose to take by enlisting in the Imperial navy. Will I be able to convince him of the evilness of the Empire? Or will he see me as the traitor?

“Ani? Have you found something?”

I turn and look at Padmé over my shoulder. “Yes,” I tell her. “Naboo, Padmé. He’s at Naboo.”

She frowns, and I can see that this information is unsettling to her. “Why is he there? What does he want with Naboo?”

“He wants to confirm a rumor he has heard,” I tell her. “A rumor that Darth Vader is not who he claims to be.”

Padmé’s eyes widen at this information. “What?? How could he possibly know that?”

“I was arrested on Naboo, Padmé,” I tell her. “It was there that the Rebellion caught up with me and had me arrested for war crimes. Somehow Piett has found out about this, and has gone to Naboo to confirm these rumors.”

“Piett? I thought you said his name was Malz?”

“I believe that Malz is in fact Firmus Piett,” I tell her. “My first officer aboard the Executor. Somehow he managed to survive; somehow he got off the Executor before it was destroyed. And now, for some reason, he is masquerading as Admiral Malz, obviously with an agenda of his own.”

Padmé frowns. “What do you think that is?”

I shake my head. “I don’t know,” I tell her. “But we shall find out soon enough. I have to get back to the bridge,” I add, putting the mask back over my face.

“I’m coming with you,” she says as she hands me the helmet.

“Somehow we have to contact the Alliance,” I tell her as I set the helmet on my head. “If Naboo is in danger, then they need to know.”

“Oh Anakin, my family…my parents…they are still on Naboo,” she says softly.

“I know, love,” I tell her. “We won’t let anything happen to them, or anyone else on Naboo. I promise.”

She nods. “Alright, Ani,” she says. “Let’s go.”

We enter the bridge and find Pandergan back in command. He turns to Padmé and me. “My lord, we have continued with the search, but…”

I cut him off. “Naboo,” I tell him. “Set your course for Naboo.”

“My lord?” he asks questioningly.

“They are there,” I tell him. “Make for Naboo, at once. Highest possible velocity.”

“Right away,” he returns.

I turn to my wife. “Don’t worry, we shall get there in time, Padmé,” I tell her quietly. “No harm shall come to Naboo.”

She looks up at me, her eyes reflecting her anxiety and fear. I must resist my urge to say more to comfort her, for I have an image to uphold. Darth Vader is not the sort to offer comfort to anyone, even his wife. Yet, I know that she needs reassurance. “I promise,” I tell her, placing one hand on her shoulder.

She nods, and together we walk to the large window to watch as the Aggressor makes the jump into hyperspace.

[therealthing]

CHAPTER 51

And now we wait. Although the trip to Naboo is not a long one, it seems so under the present circumstances.

I pace up and down the bridge, reminiscent of a darker time in my life. Padmé has remained with me, her presence soothing my troubled mind and spirit. Neither of us are able to think about sleep at this point, our anxiety level too high.

As I prowl around the bridge my mind considers how it is possible that Firmus PIett could have survived the carnage of the Battle of the Endor moon. I, of course, was otherwise engaged when the Executor was destroyed; I’m not even certain how it happened. Was he able to escape before the destroyer was utterly annihilated? Did he anticipate the inevitable and leave to avoid it? Knowing PIett as I do, I cannot imagine him abandoning his ship, even if it meant his own death. Is it more likely that he was not on board the Executor becaue he was performing a duty of some sort, one that required him to leave the ship. Yet, I feel that the reason by which he survived is not as important at this point as the reason for assuming a new identity. The man I knew would never have sought to rule the Empire; he was always loyal, ever the consummate man of honour. So what is he doing?

“My lord, we are preparing to drop out of hyperspace,” Pandergan informs me.

I nod my understanding. I turn to Padmé, seeing that she is as anxious as I am.

We revert back to sub light, the glowing orb of Naboo directly ahead of us. And just beyond, we see it, the Endeavour.

“Hail them,” I tell the communications officer.

“Star Destroyer Endeavour, this is the Aggressor. Respond please.”

There is no response.

“Raise shields,” I command, an order which creates a ripple of tension among the men.

“Shields raised, sir,” Pendergan replies.

“Hail them again, and this time tell them we have our turbo lasers trained on them and will open fire if they do not respond,” I order.

Pandergan lifts his eyebrows. “A bluff, my lord?”

“I never bluff,” I reply solemnly.

“Endeavour,” Pandergan himself announces. “Respond immediately or we will open fire.”

There is silence for another moment or two, and then an image materializes on the comm. screen.

“Hold your fire, Aggressor,” the man responds. “Admiral Malz wants to speak with your commanding officer.”

“Admiral Pendergan here, serving Lord Vader, in temporary command of the Aggressor,” Pendergan responds.

“Malz here. How can I help you, Admiral?”

Although the face looks somewhat different, the voice is unmistakable. I have no further doubt that Malz is none other than Firmus Piett.

“Don’t play coy with us, Malz,” I snap, irritated by his cavalier attitude. “You are in direct violation of orders, guilty of several blatant acts of insubordination. You are relieved of command, and ordered to present yourself for arrest.”

Malz/Piett only smiles in response, that same mild mannered smile I know so well.

“And if I refuse?” he asks simply.

“I will blow you from the stars,” is my immediate response.

I sense an imperceptible change in Piett as he considers my threat. He confers with a junior officer for a moment before responding.

“I shall prepare a shuttle and come aboard within 30 minutes,” he responds at last.

“Make it 20,” I return, making sure I keep the upper hand. “Docking bay 3.”

“As you wish, my lord,” he replies mildly.

I frown as the image of my former first officer fades from the screen. I don’t like this. He is up to something; there is no doubt in my mind.

“Have two dozen troopers ready in hangar bay 3,” I order Pendergan. “I will deal with this myself.”

I turn to leave the bridge, and see Padmé looking up at me questioningly. “Stay here,” I tell her.

She simply nods, knowing that I mean it this time.

“Newmann, come with me,” I command. The young officer catches up with me as I stride away from the bridge.

I cannot fight the feeling of foreboding as I stand in the hangar bay waiting for the shuttle from the Endeavour to arrive. What if he does not keep his word? What if he is just waiting until we lower our shields to receive him only to upon fire on the Aggressor? Where once I felt as though I could anticipate very move of this man, I cannot now, and this both frustrates me and disturbs me.

The arrival of the shuttle is imminent now, and the hangar doors slowly open to receive it. The clones stand ready, weapons trained upon the doors. Newmann and I stand at the back of the group of troopers, waiting. Finally we see the shuttle as it slows to enter the hangar. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, and I begin to think that I am paranoid. The shuttle enters, lands, and then nothing happens. There is no sign that the occupants have any intentions of disembarking. I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, knowing that something is about to happen, something bad; and then I see it: a thermal detonator attached to the hull of the shuttle.

“Explosive!” I shout. “Hit the deck!”

But my warning comes too late, for barely are the words out of my mouth when the shuttle explodes, engulfing half the clones in the ensuing inferno, the other half sprayed with flying debris.

Newmann and I manage to get out unscathed, the blast doors sealing shut behind us to contain the fire. I can feel the agony of the clones trapped within as they meet their fiery death, and shudder at the memory of Mustafar. Alarm klaxons are blaring as we enter the corridor, and are immediately met by a group of clones who surround us, weapons pointed at us.

“What is this?” I demand angrily. “Have you all lost your minds?”

They ignore me and drag Newmann off, leaving me surrounded by well armed troops.

“Lower your weapons,” I warn them, taking out my lightsaber. “You don’t know who you are dealing with,” I add, igniting the saber.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Lord Vader.”

I look up to see Malz/Piett emerge from the group of clones. “You see, my troops have taken the bridge, and have in their custody your command crew, not to mention your beautiful wife. One word from me and they will all die. So drop your weapon.”

Knowing that I have no choice, not daring to give them the slightest provocation to harm Padmé, I comply. Immediately my wrists are bound behind my back. Malz watches as he walks up to me.

“Now, Lord Vader,” he begins. “You and I need to have a little chat. You may have fooled everyone else, but I know better. If were you truly Darth Vader, you would never have surrendered, even if it meant the death of everyone else on board this vessel. Your actions just prove what I have suspected for weeks now; that you are a fraud. And before long, everyone in the Empire will know it too.” He turns to one of the clones. “Take him to a cell,” he orders. “And see to it that he is well guarded. I will join you shortly,” he tells me. “I trust you won’t do anything foolish in the meantime.”

I am lead away, a prisoner once again. Only this time, it is not merely my own life on the line, but that of my beloved wife. You should have listened to me, Padmé, I think bitterly. You should have stayed on the Intimidator. I can do nothing to change our situation, not without jeopardizing her life. Were she not here with me, things might be different...but there is no sense pondering over what cannot be changed. What’s done is done, and now the only hope I have is that beneath the bravado and ruthlessness of Malz, Firmus Piett still exists.

[therealthing]

CHAPTER 52

I wait, alone in my cell, trying my best not to worry. Yet, I cannot help but do so. If only I understood Piett’s motivation, his goals, then perhaps I could find a way out of this, a way to appeal to the good man I know him to be. I am puzzled by the animosity he has shown towards me, for he and I always had a reasonably amicable relationship. But he doesn’t believe you are Vader; he thinks you are an imposter. Correction: he knows you are. Is it the fact that I am masquerading as his former commander that has him so agitated, or is it more than that? I have not had enough time to study him, to try to get into his head to see what his motivations are; perhaps if I am given a chance, my questions may be answered.

My musings are interrupted by someone entering the cell block. I look up and see none other than Piett himself entering the room where I am being held.

“I told you that I would be back,” he tells me. He steps into the room as the door lock shut behind him. “Now,” continues, sitting down on the bench across from the one I am seated upon. “Let’s have that chat I mentioned.”

I frown under the mask, put off by his genial demeanor. “What’s there to chat about? You’ve made your intentions fairly clear.”

He nods. “So it would seem, yes,” he concurs. “But there is still much to discuss. Let’s begin with you telling me who you really are.”

“What makes you so certain I’m not Darth Vader?”

Piett considers for a moment, not quite sure what to say. He doesn’t know that I have guessed his true identity, and is therefore reluctant to say too much about his knowledge of Vader.

“Darth Vader would never have allowed himself to be taken prisoner so easily,” he replies at last. “Nor would he have a woman on board, a woman he claims is his wife. If you were truly Darth Vader you would have choked me where I stood for challenging you the way I did before I came on board. And lastly, I know for a fact that Sith Lords carry red lightsabers. Yours is blue.”

“Since we’re putting all our cards on the table,” I tell him, not responding to his list of observations, “it might surprise you to learn that I know that you too, Admiral Malz, are a fraud.”

His face registers surprise, and I sense in him a growing feeling of unease.

“I know you are in fact Firmus Piett,” I continue. “Who went missing, supposedly dead, at the Battle of the Endor moon. I checked into the records of this Malz you are claiming to be. The records don’t go back further than one standard year, coincidentally around the same time that Firmus Piett was supposedly killed.”

“How would you know anything about this Piett?” he asks angrily, letting his unease show.

“Because I know him very well,” I reply. “He was the closest thing I had to a friend at one time.”

Piett’s eyes narrow. “Come now,” he replies peevishly. “You’re not going to continue with this farce, are you? I have proof that you are not who you claim to be. The Nabooian authorities were most helpful in furnishing me with details of the arrest and incarceration of Darth Vader, who now goes by the name of Anakin Skywalker. So for you to claim to be Vader is obviously a ruse. I’m not certain why you felt the need to try to impersonate him, but your little game has ended, here and now.”

“Firmus Piett,” I continue, determined to get through to him somehow. “Born on the world of Axxila in the Outer Rim, graduated at the top of his class from the Imperial Academy, and made captain by the age of 26; Served on board the Accusor before being assigned to the Executor; promoted to the rank of admiral in 3ABY immediately following the execution of Admiral Kendal Ozzel…should I go on?”

Piett watches me closely. “Anyone could access that information on the Imperial net,” he retorts. “It proves nothing.” His emotions, however, do not reflect his bold statement.

“No?” I challenge. “Tell me this then: why would I know anything at all if I were an imposter? And, more to the point, how would I even recognize that you are Piett unless I am who I say I am?”

Piett is confused now, and I begin to sense in him some uncertainty, as though he is not so sure of his course of action any more.

“You are not Darth Vader,” he declares. “I knew Darth Vader, better than most.” He stops, realizing that he has all but admitted to being Piett. He continues, nevertheless. “Darth Vader was ruthless, cruel and without conscience. He was a monster who stopped at nothing to get what he wanted, and cared for no one but himself.”

“True,” I admit. “I know exactly what a monster Darth Vader was. I know because I was Darth Vader.”

“What are you trying to say?” he asks as the truth starts to dawn on him.

“I think you know,” I reply. “You’ve been to Naboo, you know what happened to Vader. You know how he renounced the Dark Side, how he was redeemed and returned to being the person he was born to be.”

“And that person is you? Is that what you want me to believe?” he asks.

“What I want it to understand your motivation,” I respond. “The Firmus Piett that I knew was anything but ruthless, far from being a traitor. What has happened to turn you against the Empire?”

Piett frowns angrily, and turns away from me. I sense within him a deep sense of loss, of pain and anger. Something has happened, something terrible, to have caused this change in him.

I walk over to him. “Tell me what happened,” I tell him. “You can trust me.”

“Trust you??” he retorts. “I don’t even know who you are. How do you expect me to trust you?”

I realize that in order to gain his trust, I must take drastic measures. Perhaps this gesture will prove once and for all that he can trust me. It must…there’s no turning back now.

As Piett watches me in astonishment, I remove the helmet and mask.

“I’m Anakin Skywalker,” I tell him as I face him at last.

Piett’s eyes grow wide. “You are the man I saw in the records on Naboo,” he says slowly. “So you really are Anakin Skywalker.”

I nod. “Yes,” I tell him. “And you are Firmus Piett.”

He nods. “I suppose there’s no point in denying it now.”

“No, there isn’t,” I reply. I smile at him. “It’s good to see you again, old friend. Now tell me what happened,” I ask him.

“I…I went home, to Axxila, after the Death Star was destroyed,” he begins. “I left the Executor, for the Devastator had lost most of its command crew and I was headed there to take over its command. But before I could get there, my shuttle was damaged, sending me off course. I ended up in the Outer Rim eventually, and managed to reach Axxila. My intention was to return to the battle as soon as I could find a ship to get me there; but what I found on Axxila changed my mind, it changed me forever.” He stops to collect his thoughts. “My mother had become quite ill several years back, and I had put her into a long term care facility. It cost a great deal, but it was the best in the system, and I didn’t want her to have anything but the best. But when I went to see her while on Axxila, what I found was the most disgusting, blatant case of abuse I have ever seen. The facility was filthy, the patients neglected beyond belief. My mother had died as a result of this neglect, of that I have no doubt. I demanded an explanation for the state of affairs, and was told that Imperial cut backs were responsible, that the taxes the facility was forced to pay the Empire were so high that they couldn’t keep up the place. I didn’t believe them, wouldn’t believe them; but upon investigation, I learned that it was true. The personnel who I had entrusted my mother’s care to were all gone, and in their place were nothing but incompetent, apathetic paper pushers. None of them cared, none of them were even qualified to care for the elderly, but the cost of keeping trained professionals was simply too high. So rather than closing the place, they kept it open, another way for the Empire to collect easy money, preying on the infirmities of the elderly who were too weak and ill to fight back.”

I can feel his pain, his indignation as he recalls his mother’s neglect. I cannot help but remember my own mother’s tragic end, knowing the depth of the pain he feels.

“The Empire is evil,” I tell him. “You know that now, don’t you?”

He nods. “Yes, Lord Vader, I do. When I think of all the years I spent serving the Empire…”

“I know,” I tell him. “I have had to deal with a tremendous amount of guilt since renouncing the Dark Side; but I have set upon a course of action that I hope will help to make amends for all the evil I helped perpetrate.”

“What is that, my lord?” he asks.

I smile at him. “No, not my lord, Piett, the name is Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker. I have assumed the identity of Darth Vader in order to infiltrate the Imperial ranks.”

“To what end?” he asks.

“To destroy the Empire,” I tell him. “To put an end to it once and for all. I have the allegiance of the Rebel Alliance on my side, lead by my children, Luke and Leia Skywalker. Your allegiance would further our cause, Firmus.”

“How?” he asks simply. “How do you plan to do this?”

I regard him for a moment, trying to ascertain whether I can truly trust him. Yet, at this point, all is lost if I cannot, for I have already revealed my true identity to him, not to mention my plans to destroy the Empire.

“I understand your uncertainty, my…Anakin,” he replies, sensing the reason for my hesitation. “Let me prove to you now that you can trust me.” He activates his comlink. “Bridge, this is Malz. Release the prisoners, repeat: release the prisoners and stand down. Bring Lady Vader here to me in the cell block.”

He looks up at me. “Well?”

I nod, grateful for his gesture of good will. “Well, the plan is simple, though it will take some doing. Palpatine named Darth Vader as his heir and successor. If I can become emperor, it would put me in the perfect position to put an end to the fighting, to dissolve what is left of the empire permanently, and restore peace to the galaxy. I need the support of the admiralty, however; and that is something I am not certain of, not yet.”

Piett nods thoughtfully. “A brilliant plan,” he comments. “But surely as Vader you are in a position to demand the support of everyone, are you not? Who is it that you are unsure of, besides Malz of course?”

I smile. “Well, I think I know where he stands now,” I tell him. “It’s Kastellan I’m worried about. I have sensed a great deal of animosity in him; I don’t trust him.”

“With good reason,” replies Piett. “He is the one who first alerted me to the possibility that you are not who you claim to be.”

“What??”

“Anakin!” I turn to see Padmé at the doorway. She runs over to me and we hold one another tightly for a moment, relieved and overjoyed to see that the other is unharmed. “I was so worried,” she tells me softly. “So worried that you’d been harmed in the explosion.”

I stroke her hair gently. “It’s okay, Padmé,” I tell her soothingly. “I’m just fine. There’s someone here I want you to meet.”

Padmé pulls away and looks over at Piett, then back up at me questioningly.

“Padmé, this is Firmus Piett, an old friend, and a new ally. Firmus, my wife, Padmé Amidala Skywalker.”

“It is an honour to meet you, my lady,” he says, bowing to Padmé.

“Likewise,” Padmé answers. “Anakin has told me much about you. We’re glad to have you on our side.”

“Lord…I mean, Anakin, didn’t you tell me that your wife had died?” Piett asks tentatively.

“Yes, I did,” I tell him. “Palpatine lied to me about that too. He told me that I had killed her, along with our unborn child. It was only recently that I learned the whole truth,” I say turning to look at my wife with a smile.

“How monstrous,” he comments, shaking his head. “He used your sorrow to control you all those years.”

“Yes, he did,” I tell him, frowning at the thought of those long lonely years.
“He knew that my hold on the Dark Side stemmed from the pain I suffered at the loss of my wife and child, and he used that pain to turn me into his slave. And I let him. For that I will never forgive myself.”

“But now you will put an end to his legacy, Ani,” Padmé reminds me gently. “You will eradicate all traces of Palpatine from the galaxy once and for all.”

I nod. “Yes, that is the plan.” I look back at Piett. “Can we count on you to help us?”

Piett looks at me, and then back at Padmé. “It seems we both have good reason to despise the Empire, Anakin,” he tells me. “Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to fight by your side to bring it down. You have my loyalty, once again,” he says, holding out his hand to me.

I smile, and shake his hand. “It will be good serving with you again, Piett.”

He smiles back. “At your service, Anakin.”

[therealthing]

CHAPTER 53

“Now, how do you propose we proceed from here?” Piett asks.

“Well, you’ve already called off your guards,” Padmé suggests. “Perhaps we could make it look as though Vader has overpowered you. That would make it believable for him to take over your vessel.”

I nod. “Yes, that would work,” I agree. “We could make it look as though I’m taking you back to the rest of the fleet as my prisoner.”

“I think that would work,” Piett agrees. “You would not need to continue with your charade once aboard the Endeavour, Anakin,” he continues. “My crew is made up entirely of officers and men who are rebel sympathizers. They will be only too happy to serve Anakin Skywalker and his allies.”

“Perfect,” Padmé says with a smile. “You can be rid of that dreadful suit while aboard.”

“Well, I suppose,” I tell her. “We still have to be careful, though. We’re not in the clear yet, Padmé.”

“No, far from it,” Piett adds. “You still have Kastellan to contend with.”

“You were about to tell me about him,” I remember. “You said that it was he who told you that I was in fact not Darth Vader. How did he know?”

“I’m not certain,” replies Piett. “In fact, I’m not even certain that he’s certain. He made the suggestion to me, knowing that I was already disgruntled with the Empire. I told him that I would go to Naboo to check out his story, to see if there was any truth to it.”

"Have you contacted him since you found out the truth?” Padmé asks anxiously.

“No,” Piett replies. “I haven’t had the chance. I will send him a message though, since he is expecting to hear from me. I will tell him that his theory was wrong, that there was no truth to the rumors. That will, hopefully, put him off the scent.”

“For a while,” I put in. “I don’t have any delusions that I can keep up this charade for long. You found out, after all; it’s only a matter of time before others do too. That is why we must put the next phase of the plan into effect as soon as possible.”

“And what is that?” asks Piett.

“You won’t believe it,” I tell him with a smile. I proceed to tell him about the last will and testament of Palpatine and how I was named as his heir and successor.

“Emperor Vader,” he says with a smile. “Is that what we have to look forward to?”

I laugh. “Well, not for long, I assure you. As soon as I have made the changes I want, I plan to have a miraculous change of heart and become Anakin Skywalker once again. By then the empire will no longer exist. At least, that’s the plan.”

“The best laid plans…” Piett replies wryly. “It should be interesting, at any rate.”



The three of us make our way to the bridge, where I make a big show of bullying Piett around. He plays the part well, with just the right amount of acrimony.

“I am taking command of the Endeavour,” I inform Pendergan. “I will not allow this traitor to escape again,” I add, giving Piett a look.

“Do you require any assistance, my lord?” Pendergan asks. “Any one of my men would be happy to serve you.”

The thought of taking Piett’s nephew with us crosses my mind; but I’m not certain of his loyalties. Does he know what happened to his grandmother? I wonder. I feel certain that his outrage would match his uncle’s if he did. Still, I can not be sure that he will take our side, and cannot risk chance that he would betray my secret.

“No,” I tell him. “I am confident that there shall be no further dissention. Will there, Admiral?” I ask Piett.

He merely shakes his head.

“Good,” I announce. “Then let us be off. Pendergan, rendezvous back with the Intimidator. We shall meet you there.”

"Understood my lord,” Pendergan replies. “Have a safe journey.”

I leave the bridge with Padmé and Piett, and head for the hangar bay. There we meet with the men who had accompanied Piett on the second shuttle that the Aggressor had failed to detect until the ambush was upon us. We board the shuttle and in a few moments are headed for the Endeavour.

Upon disembarking the shuttle, we are met in the hangar by a small group of clones and an officer. He looks surprised to see me, as I am still dressed as Vader, and I feel the tension level of the men rise as I descend the ramp.

“Relax,” Piett orders his officer. “Lord Vader is on our side,” he tells he man. “He is no longer an agent of the Empire, and has become Anakin Skywalker once again.”

The officer steps up to me. “Still looks like Vader to me,” he comments.

“Appearances are often deceiving, Captain,” I tell him.

He looks me up and down, still unconvinced. “How do we know for sure, Admiral? He could be an Imperial spy.”

Padmé snorts derisively. “He’s a spy for the Alliance!” she tells him impatiently. “How effective a spy would he make fro the Empire? He’s hardly inconspicuous.”

“And who is this??” the captain asks, frowning at Padmé. “And why is she so impertinent?”

“I’m Padmé Skywalker,” she retorts before either Piett or I can reply. “His wife,” she adds, linking her arm through mine.

“Vader has a wife?” he asks incredulously. “Now I know this man is an imposter. Malz, what were you thinking letting them on board?”

“Richardson, calm yourself,” PIett responds, putting a hand up to stem further outbursts. “I served with Darth Vader for many years. I also know that he has turned away from the Dark Side, and has become Anakin Skywalker again, the man he was many years ago, before the emperor destroyed him and turned him into the monster we know as Vader. This man you see before you is Anakin Skywalker; I have seen his face with my own eyes. He is the man we saw in the records from Naboo.”

Richardson is starting to calm down, but is still not sure.

“Do you trust me or not?” Piett asks him finally. “Because if you don’t, then I don’t know how this alliance between us can continue.”

Richardson considers Piett’s words for a moment before responding. “You know I trust you,” he responds glumly. “That isn’t the issue.”

“But it is,” Piett returns. “If you trust me you’ll trust that I would never do anything to jeopardize this mission. Anakin Skywalker is as determined as we are to destroy the Empire. With him on our side, as well as his allies in the Rebel Alliance, we can do it, Richardson. Without him, we’re nothing but a group of discontented defectors who don’t stand a chance.”

Richardson looks back at me, and I can sense that Piett’s words have affected him. Perhaps I can convince him.

“Help me with this, Padmé,” I ask her as I remove the helmet from my head. She takes it from my hands. I reach behind me to unfasten the mask as Richardson watches in amazement. I pull it from my face and look back at Richardson whose eyes are wide with astonishment.

“You are Anakin Skywalker,” he gasps.

“Yes, I know,” I tell him. “Now will you believe I’m on your side?”

He nods. “I’m sorry,” he says, addressing Piett. “I was wrong to question you the way I did.”

“I understand your loyalty to the cause,” Piett responds. “We have all sacrificed much for it. I dare say that Anakin has sacrificed a great deal as well to get to this point, including putting his own life in peril on more than one occasion.”

Richardson nods. “Yes, I’m sure he has,” he replies, turning back to me.

“I remember your face,” he says, his tone now one of awe. “I…I remember seeing it on the holonet when I was a boy. You were the greatest Jedi knight, the best pilot in the galaxy, and a brilliant warrior.”

Padmé looks up at me with pride. “He still is,” she says with a smile.

“Well, now that we have all this unpleasantness out of the way,” puts in Piett at this point. “Perhaps we should get to the bridge and decide upon our next course of action.”

“Agreed,” I reply. “Lead the way, Admiral.”

[therealthing]

CHAPTER 54

The atmosphere on the bridge of the Endeavour is in stark contrast to the mood that one usually finds on the bridge of a star destroyer. Normally the officers and men are divided by an invisible and yet clearly delineated line of protocol; neither side feeling it appropriate to fraternize with the other. Yet here that protocol is relaxed, and the mood is one of camaraderie that reminds of my days serving along side my fellow Jedi during the Clone Wars. This feels right, I decide. This feels good. I turn to look at Padmé, and sense that she feels it too. She smiles at me as I take her hand, no longer afraid to hide my affection for her, no longer needing to.

“Gentlemen,” announces Piett as he reaches the front of the bridge. “I am happy to tell you that we have with us one of the greatest heroes of the generation: Anakin Skywalker.”

To my amazement, and embarrassment, the men burst into applause at this announcement. Obviously my name is still well known throughout the galaxy to have caused such a reaction.

“We are indeed fortunate to have him with us,” continues Piett. “For he adds his strength, his experience and expertise, and most important of all, his determination to crush the Empire to our own. Along with his family and their allies in the Rebel Alliance, we shall see peace and justice restored to the galaxy, and eradicate the stench of Palpatine from every corner of it!”

More applause, and this time, Padmé and I join in. The mood is infectious, exciting, and buoys my spirits. With this group of freedom fighters joined to the rebel Alliance, how can we fail?

“Do you wish to add anything, Anakin?” Piett asks me.

“Only this,” I say, stepping forward. I look at the faces of the men and women who watch me expectantly. I see in their eyes the same excitement, the same zeal and fervor that have enabled the Alliance to hand defeat to the Empire time and time again over the past decade. I see something else in their eyes; awe, respect, hero worship. They are looking to me to lead them, to be the Hero With no Fear once again.

“My friends,” I say at last, addressing the assembly. “Those who know me well would tell you that for me actions speak louder than words; but I felt I should say something to you all to mark this occasion. We stand on the threshold of a new beginning for the galaxy. Each of us here in this room has felt the iron grip of imperial tyranny; some of us have been personally responsible for it. I swear to you that those days are over. I promise you that together with the Alliance who has spent the past 2 decades fighting the Empire, we shall put an end to the oppression that has wrought such destruction and despair from the beings of this galaxy. We will create a New Republic, one founded on the principles of justice and equality, where every being is valued, where every being is safe and secure. We have a long way to go, but I’m confident that if we stick to our goal, we shall reach it.”

Everyone applauds and cheers as I finish my impromptu speech. I look down at Padmé who gazes up at me with adoration and pride. Right now I feel like I could take on the whole empire myself…

It has been a long day, and the adrenaline rush that has accompanied it has begun to fade. I can see that Padmé is just as exhausted as I am, for neither of us has slept in the past 24 hours. Piett has just finished giving us a tour of the ship, when he reaches the quarters that have been assigned to us.

“I left this for the last,” he explains. “For I can see that you both are in need of some sleep. No doubt the past few days have been very taxing for both of you.”

“You could say that,” I agree. “I’m not as young as I used to be.”

Piett laughs. “Well, none of us are, Anakin. But I must say, now that I see what you look like without the mask that you are far younger than I would have ever guessed. May I ask how old you are?”

“I’m …” I stop for a moment, as I realize that today is my birthday. “I’m 45. Today is my 45th birthday as a matter of fact.”

“That’s right!” Padmé pipes up. “It is! I remembered earlier, but things sort of got crazy and it left my mind. Happy birthday, Ani,” she says, reaching up and giving me a kiss on the cheek.

“Yes, happy birthday,” Piett replies. “And many many more.”

“Yes, let us hope so,” I reply. “Thank you, Firmus. Thank you for being the man I always remembered you to be. Your loyalty and friendship have always meant a great deal to me, even if I never expressed those feelings.”

He raises an eyebrow in surprise. “Well, I caught hints of them now and again,” he replies. “You would confide in me every so often, though I sensed that you almost immediately regretted it.”

I smile. “No doubt I did. I wasn’t exactly the easiest person to get along with.”

Piett shakes his head. “No, you weren’t,” he agrees. “But I somehow knew that deep within you was a good man. When you told me about your son, about your wife; I realized that I didn’t really know Darth Vader at all. No one did, though, did they?”

“No,” I reply. “I’m not even sure I did completely.” I look down at Padmé who is doing her best to stifle a yawn. “Well, time for rest. Good night, Firmus.”

“Good night, Anakin,” he replies. “Good night Lady Padmé. Sleep well.”

“What a day,” I say as I enter the room.

Padmé nods in agreement. “One of your more memorable birthdays, I’m sure,” she remarks with a smile.

I laugh. “Well, yes, you could say so. You know, I don’t remember the last time someone wished me a happy birthday. I wasn’t exactly into celebrations when I was Darth Vader.”

“No, I’m sure,” she replies. “I find it amazing that Piett was able to see the good in you. He must truly be a remarkable man.”

“He is,” I agree. “One of the best.” I rub my eyes tiredly. “You know what I was thinking, Padmé?”

“What’s that?” she asks starting to take down her hair.

“We should send word to Luke and Leia,” I reply. “Tell them what’s happening. They must be worried that we haven’t contacted them in a few days.”

“Yes, I’m sure they are,” she replies thoughtfully. “Ani, do you think we could bring them here? I miss them terribly, and it would be safe now that we are among allies.”

I consider her suggestion for a moment. “I miss them too,” I tell her. “I don’t see why we can’t bring them here. Actually, we could use their help with the next stage of our plan.”

“And what is the next stage?” she asks.

“Once we rendezvous with the rest of the admirals, I will reveal the last will and testament of Palpatine, and declare myself emperor. While I’m doing that, you and the twins will stay here and coordinate a plan with the rest of the Alliance should there be trouble on board the Intimidator.”

Padmé frowns. “I don’t like the sound of that,” she tells me. “What sort of trouble do you anticipate?”

“In a word, Kastellan,” I tell her. “You heard what Piett said. He suspects that I am a fake.”

“Yes, but Piett also said he would contact Kastellan and tell I’m that his theory had no basis in fact,” she returns.

“Even if he does, that doesn’t mean Kastellan will be convinced,” I reply. “Men like Kastellan are not easily led, nor easily dissuaded once they have made their mind up about something. I expect trouble from him. The question is what form will it take. If he has support, then there could be serious trouble, and all our efforts to bring peace will be in vain.”

“You mean another war?”

I nod. “Yes,” I tell her. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come down to that, but we must be prepared for every possibility. That is why having Luke and Leia on board and involved is a good idea. Why don’t you see if you can raise them while I get out of this?”

“Alright,” she replies as she walks over to the comm. station. I head for the ‘fresher to get changed and shower. But before I get there, the door chime sounds. I walk over to answer it, wondering who it would be at this late hour. I open the door and see Captain Richardson standing there.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, sir,” he begins. “I just wanted to bring you this,” he continues, handing me a pile of neatly folded clothing. “It’s just some trousers and a shirt. I figured you might like some other clothes to wear while you’re on board.”

I take the clothing from him. “Thank you,” I reply. “That was very thoughtful of you.”

He shrugs, clasping and unclasping his hands nervously. “It’s okay,” he replies. “I also wanted to apologize again for my behavior earlier, to you and your wife.”

I put up my hand. “There is no need, Richardson,” I tell him. “But I appreciate the gesture all the same.”

“It is truly an honor to meet you, sir,” he says, “And to serve with you. I just wanted to tell you that.”

I smile. “Thank you.”

“Well, I won’t hold you up any longer,” he says. “Good night sir.”

“Good night.”

I re-enter the room and see that Padmé is still in communication with our children. I walk over and stand behind her, and see our son on the screen.

“Hello Luke,” I say.

Padmé looks over her shoulder at me with a smile.

“Hey there stranger,” Luke replies with a smile. “It’s good to see you! Happy birthday.”

“Thanks,” I reply. “Did your mother tell you what’s been happening?”

Luke nods. “Yes, she filled me in. I’ll let Leia know as well. She also said you want the two of us to meet you on the Endeavour.”

“Yes, we could rendezvous with you at Coruscant before we meet up with the rest of the fleet,” I tell him. “We could use your help here, Luke. You and Leia’s.”

Luke nods. “What about Han? You know how he doesn’t like to be left out of things.”

I smile. “Yes, only too well. The trouble is, I told the men aboard the Intimidator that I killed him.”

Luke frowns. “Oh,” he replies. “Well, it’s not like they’re going to know he’s on the Endeavour, or Leia and I for that matter. He’s a good man to have in a fight, Dad; that is, if you are expecting one.”

“I’m not quite sure what to expect,” I tell him. “But it’s always good to be prepared for the worst.”

Luke nods. “Yes, I agree. I will talk to Leia and Han and contact you. I assume it’s okay now to contact you?”

“As long as we’re on board the Endeavour, yes,” Padmé tells him.

“Okay, I’ll get back to you soon,” Luke replies. “It’s good to see you both. We’ve missed you lots.”

“And we’ve missed you and Leia lots,” I reply with a smile. “Talk to you soon, Luke.”

“You bet.”

Padmé closes the transmission and turns to me. “Who was at the door?” she asks as she stands up.

“Richardson,” I reply. “He came to bring me some clothes, and another apology.”

She smiles as she picks up the clothes off the bed. “Well, not exactly your Jedi best, but anything will be an improvement over that.”

I look down at myself. “Yes, I couldn’t agree more. I guess I’ll get out of this now, and will be only too happy to do so.”

She laughs. “Yes, I know. Don’t be long, Ani,” she says, smiling up at me.

“I will move at light speed,” I tell her with a grin as I leave her and head for the ‘fresher.

The speed of light is approximately 300,000 meters per second. I’m not entirely certain that I moved at precisely that rate, but it was pretty damn fast. I return to the bedroom where Padmé is waiting for me. She is wearing a nightgown made of delightfully diaphanous fabric that leaves very little to the imagination. I move over to her and put my hands on her shoulders.

“You take my breath away,” I tell her with a smile.

She smiles back. “I’m glad to hear it,” she says. “Now I have an idea about how we can celebrate your birthday. Would you like to hear it?”

I nod. She pulls me down and whispers a wonderfully naughty suggestion into my ear.

“I had no idea senators knew how to do that,” I tell her with a grin.

She laughs. “You of all people should know different,” she replies as she traces her fingers down the sides of my face. “Now come here and let me give you your birthday gift.”

“I’d almost forgotten how much fun birthdays can be,” I murmur as she pulls me into her arms.

[therealthing]

CHAPTER 55

I awake the next morning and roll onto my side only to find myself alone in the bed. I smile as I recall the incredible birthday celebration Padmé shared the previous night. She never ceases to amaze me, that lady…

“Good morning.”

I look over and see her emerge from the ‘fresher, dressed and looking prim and proper once again.

“Good morning,” I reply with a smile. “You’re up early.”

“Early?” she replies, looking at her wrist chrono, “Ani, it’s almost midday.”

“What??” I exclaim, jumping out of bed. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I just figured you needed your rest after last night,” she teases.

I look at her and can’t help but laugh. “I suppose I did,” I reply. “That was a very nice birthday present.”

She smiles. “I’m glad you liked it. I know I certainly did.”

“I rather had that impression,” I grin. “I suppose I should get dressed now. We ought to be arriving at Coruscant soon.”

“Yes, I imagine so,” she relies. “I can’t wait to see Luke and Leia,” she adds with a smile.

“Me too,” I agree. “I’ll be right back.”

Shortly after Padmé and I head for the bridge, and learn that the ship is about to make its reversion to sublight. We have arrived at Coruscant.

“A message has come in from the surface,” Richardson reports. He turns to me. “From Luke Skywalker.”

Padmé looks up at me, her excitement evident.

“What did he say?” she asks.

“They are ready to come on board as soon as we give them the word,” Richardson continues.

“Give the word,” Piett commands. “Hangar 2 is free.”

“Very good, sir,” Richardson replies, transmitting the message at once.

“We’ll meet them,” I tell Piett. “We’re both rather anxious to see our children.”

Piett smiles. “Yes, I’m sure you must be. I’m looking forward to meeting them myself. I’m sure they must be remarkable individuals having the two of you as their parents.”

Padmé and I step onto the turbolift alone. Piett’s words have struck a chord within me, and I wonder if they have had the same effect on my wife.

“Do you think Luke and Leia turned out so well because of us or because of who raised them?” I ask her.

She looks up at me, startled by the question. “I was just wondering the same thing,” she answers quietly. “I don’t know…what do you think?”

I sigh. “I wish I could take credit for them, but I think a large part of who they are is because of their upbringing. And, sad to say, I had nothing to do with that.”

“Nor I,” she replies. “But there’s so much of us in them, Ani. In both of them. I see so much of you in Leia, and Lukes’ abilities to use the Force are obviously from you.”

I nod. “And Leia’s political acumen is definitely not from my genes,” I tell her with a smile. “I see a lot of you in Luke too. He has your disposition, your wisdom.”

She smiles. “I suppose it’s both then,” she comments. “Environment and genetics. After all, we are all a product of our environment to a certain extent, aren’t we?”

“Yes,” I reply. “I’ve always thought so.” I often think that the fact that I didn’t have a father caused me to search for one in every man who crossed my path. Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, even Palpatine.

“I only wish…” she stops.

“What do you wish, Padmé?” I ask her.

She looks up at me. “I just feel like we missed out on so much, Ani. We missed their infancy, their entire childhood.”

I look down at my boots, guilt filling me. “I know, Padmé,” I tell her softly. “And I feel responsible for that. I don’t know what I can do to…”

“I’m not looking for an apology, Ani,” she says gently, putting her hand on my arm. “I’m just being sentimental.”

I smile at her. “You know, Padmé, we could have another child.”

She lifts her eyebrows in astonishment at my suggestion. “Are you serious?” she asks. “Anakin, I’m 49 years old!”

I shrug. “So? It’s not so unusual for a woman to have a child later in life, is it?”

She smiles. “Later in life? That’s a nice way to put it.”

“Well, I just meant that...”

“It’s okay, Anakin,” she replies. “I know what you meant. I just don’t know about that, Ani.”

“Well, at least think about it, Padmé,” I tell her. “Will you do that much?”

“I suppose I can do that much,” she replies, but I can tell that she is uncomfortable with the entire topic. Perhaps it was a mistake to even bring it up; but we are still young, and perhaps having another child would help heal the wounds of the past. But if it something that makes Padmé uneasy, then I will drop it.

We reach the hangar bay and find a small group of men waiting to receive the shuttle from the planet surface.

“Why are they here?” Padmé asks me.

“Just to ensure that the shuttle lands safely,” I assure her. “Don’t worry, Padmé,” I tell her. “There is no deception among these men. I would know if there were.”

She nods, accepting what I have said, and turns back to watch as the shuttle enters the hangar. Its landing is without incident, and within a few moments we hear the doors opening and the ramp lowering. Padmé cannot hold herself back from running over to greet our children. Very soon Luke, Leia and Han appear, and I see our children run forward to meet their mother. Although they have only been apart a few days, it is obvious from the warmth of the reunion that even that short time has been difficult to endure after a life time apart. I reach them, and join in the happy moment.

“I can’t believe that you are finally here!” Padmé says, taking each of our children by the hand. “This night mare is finally coming to an end.”

“Well, let’s not be too hasty to decide that,” I tell her. “We still have two huge hurdles to over come.”

“When are you meeting with the admiralty?” Leia asks me.

“Once we rendezvous with the fleet,” I tell her. “We’re heading there now.”

“How will you explain your diversion to Coruscant?” Han asks.

“I’ll think of something,” I tell him, hoping that I manage to pull it off without raising too many questions. “Come on, there’s someone I want you to meet.”

We make our way to the bridge, getting more than a few astonished looks from the crewmen along the way.

“The fleet is on alert,” Luke tells me as we walk along. “And will be ready to intervene at the first sign of trouble.”

“Good,” I reply with a nod. “Let’s hope we won’t need them, but it’s good to know they’re ready to lend a hand if need be.”

“Do you anticipate a fight?” Han asks. “I got the impression that there were only a handful of ships left.”

“39 to be exact,” I tell him. “And though I have managed to garner the support of most of them, there is at least one that may be a source of trouble.”

“Kastellan,” Padmé tells them. “The commander of the intimidator.”

“Isn’t that the ship you started out on?” asks Leia.

I nod. “Yes, before the Aggressor and then here.”

“You’ve managed to get around in the past week haven’t you?” Han observes.

“Nothing like spreading the joy,” I tell him with a smile.

Han laughs. “Hey Anakin, I’ve missed you.”

“We all have, Dad,” Leia adds, putting her arm around my waist. “I can’t tell you how good it is to see you out of that awful Vader costume too.”

“Unfortunately I have to resume my charade very soon,” I tell her, putting my arm around her shoulders. “I can’t very well show up on the Intimidator like this.”

“True,” she replies. “But that will only be for the meeting, right?”

I sigh. “Well sweetheart it will be necessary to keep up the ruse for a while longer even after I assume the title of emperor. I have to ensure that I have the complete loyalty of all the admiralty before I begin to make radical changes. There would just be too many questions.”

“But surely they will see that the Empire cannot go on the way it is,” puts in Padmé. “Their fleet has been decimated, they have no leadership other than you; surely they will see that you are the only hope they have in establishing any sort of stable existence in the galaxy.”

“One would hope so, Padmé,” I tell her. “But you’ve seen the sort of men I’m dealing with. Some are so petty and narrow minded that they cannot conceive of a galaxy where worlds co-exist peacefully, where brute force is not the means by which ends are met. These are the ones we have to convince, and I’m not even sure we can.”

“What then?” asks Han, cutting to the chase as always. “What’s the plan?”

“What does a government do when there are dissidents who won’t accept a new regime?” Leia asks rhetorically. “What did Palpatine do to the Alliance for two decades?”

Han frowns. “Palpatine was a dictator, Leia. You surely don’t mean to suggest that your father use the same methods as him?”

“Of course not,” she replies impatiently. “But neither can he sit by and let them oppose his authority without doing something to stop them. The laws of the New Republic will have to dictate what that something is.”

“Ah, Anakin.”

I look up to see Piett approaching us.

“I see your children made it on board safe and sound,” he says, looking at them with a smile. “Oh, I thought you said you had only one son,” he adds.

“I do,” I tell him. “Well, for now at least.This is my daughter’s fiancé, Han Solo. My son, Luke, my daughter Leia. Children, this is Firmus Piett.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you all,” Piett replies, shaking hands with each of them in turn. “I’ve been looking forward to it.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well,” Luke replies. “My father has spoken highly of you. We were very surprised to learn that you had survived Endor. Surprised but glad.”

“As I was surprised to find that your father survived as well,” Piett counters. “Largely thanks to you, I understand, Luke.”

Luke shrugs. “Well, I suppose I had a small part in it.”

“A small part?” I repeat. “Son, if it weren’t for you, I would have perished on the Death Star.”

“I can say the same thing about you, Dad,” Luke returns with a smile.

“True,” I counter with a nod, smiling at my son. “Well, let’s get down to it. We have a lot of work to do before my big performance.”

“Indeed we do,” agrees Piett. “Right this way.”

[therealthing]

CHAPTER 56

We spend the next two hours hammering out the details of our plan. The tension level is high and climbing higher by the minute. And although this was my brilliant idea, I am no politician. I will leave the fine details of this scheme in more capable hands, namely, Padmé and Leia. They are both in their element while I am merely along for the ride. Yet I am at the centre of al this, a fact which is starting to hit home. I can feel the anxiety slowly spreading through me as the hour of my destiny approaches.

It’s okay…you’ll do great... I hear my son’s thoughts in my mind and turn my eyes to his. I hope you’re right, I tell him silently. Luke merely smiles in response, but I can feel the love and admiration within him and see it in his eyes.

A young officer enters the room at this moment. “Excuse me,” he begins. We all look up expectantly. “But we’ve just received a message from Admiral Kastellan on board the Intimidator. Everyone has arrived.”

“Thank you,” Piett replies. He then turns to me. “Well Anakin, looks like all the pieces are in place.”

“Yes, so it seems,” I reply. I take a deep breath and look around the table at everyone seated there.

“Would you mind if I had a few minutes alone?” I ask them. “I…I just need some time to prepare for this mentally.”

“Of course,” Padmé replies, standing up. “You take all the time you need, Anakin.” She kisses my cheek as she passes me by, and I can sense the trepidation and fear within her as she does so.

One by one each of them leaves, until I am alone. Or am I? I look up to see Leia standing before me.

“Scared?” she asks as she pulls herself up on the tabletop.

“Yes,” I admit readily. “Really scared.”

She nods as she crosses her legs, one leg swinging over the edge of the table.

“That’s good,” she pronounces.

“Is it?” I ask.

“Yes, being scared means you won’t do anything rash,” she replies. “You’ll be careful and not make any mistakes.”

“Well let’s hope that is the case,” I tell her.

“It will be,” she replies confidently. “Because that’s how it is with me.”

I lift an eyebrow, intrigued by her comment. She goes on to explain.

“You once told me that I was a lot like you,” she continues. “That you saw a great deal of yourself in me. I didn’t want to hear it at the time, but even then I knew you were right. I am like you, Dad. A lot like you. That’s why I know being scared right now is the best and safest way for you to feel.”

I smile. “A sound theory,” I tell her. “Why do I sense that there’s more to it, though? What is it that you are really trying to say, Leia?”

She looks down at her boots, in a gesture reminiscent of me when I want to avoid talking about something. I stand up and lift her chin so that she is looking in my eyes. “You’re scared too,” I tell her gently. She only nods, frustrated by the tears that fill her eyes.

“Leia, my sweet Leia,” I say, embracing her. “Don’t be afraid. I’m going to get through this just fine. We all will. Trust me.”

Leia sniffs and pulls back to look at me. “You know I trust you,” she replies. “It’s just that…if something should happen to you...” she stops, unable to continue. I take her face in my hands. “Nothing is going to happen to me, do you hear me? Nothing. Got it?”

She nods. “Got it,” she replies softly. She sniffs again and hops down off of the table. She starts to leave and then turns back to me. “Oh, and by the way, in case I haven’t told you, I’m very proud to be your daughter,” she tells me. My eyes fill up as she leaves the room, my heart swelling with love and pride for this remarkable young woman that I am privileged to call my daughter. I wipe the tears away and sit down and do my best to prepare myself for what lies ahead.

You never were one to take the time to learn proper meditation techniques, Anakin.

I look up and see Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon standing before me. I smile, pleased beyond measure to see them.

“Well, there were always more interesting things to do, Master,” I tell him with a smile. “You know what you always used to say about me, ‘always on the move.’”

They both laugh at my comment. “How interesting, Obi-Wan, that you used the very same expression that I used to say about you,” Qui-Gon says with a smile.

This causes me to laugh, particularly at the expression on Obi-Wan’s face. “I had no idea,” I tell him. “And here I always thought you were the perfect Jedi.”

Obi-Wan shrugs. “Not exactly, Anakin. But I did my best.”

“We all did,” Qui-Gon replies, putting an ethereal hand on his former padawan’s equally ethereal shoulder. He looks up at me. “And now it is your turn, Ani, your turn to face your greatest test. I know you will triumph. You are the Chosen One, it is your destiny.

I nod, trying to gain strength from his affirmation. “I know that this is my destiny, Qui-Gon,” I tell him. “But I have to admit that the prospect of that much power worries me. Will I be strong enough to lay it down again once I have accomplished my mission?”

“We cannot see the future, Anakin,” Obi-Wan replies. “You know that. But both Qui-Gon and I have the utmost confidence in you. You are not the headstrong young man I trained all those years ago. You have suffered tremendously because of your errors, and that suffering has changed you, humbled you, and made you into a better man, a true Jedi at last.”

I smile. “It means a lot to hear you say that, Obi-Wan,” I tell him gratefully. “Your opinion has always meant a great deal to me. As has yours, Qui-Gon.”

“I agree with Obi-Wan on this,” Qui-Gon tells me. “You are finally the Jedi we all hoped you would become. 22 years ago this test would have destroyed you, just as you were destroyed by Palpatine’s temptation of power. But now you have learned how destructive that power can be, and you will not let it destroy you again, Ani. Have confidence that you are strong enough to face this. Don’t be afraid, Ani. You are the greatest Jedi who ever lived; you have no reason to fear.”

I am overwhelmed by his words. At one time in my life I truly felt that I was the greatest Jedi; but that was mere youthful arrogance, and the dark side lurking within me. I know that I have changed; I know that I am stronger. I know that I am indeed the Chosen One.

“Your words honour me,” I tell him. “I will do my best to live up to them, Qui-Gon, and to your faith in me.”

Qui-Gon smiles. “Of that I have no doubt, my former padawan.”

“May the Force be with you, Anakin,” Obi-Wan tells me with a warm smile.

“Thank you,” I tell them both. “And with both of you.”

I find my family in the quarters where Padmé and I have been staying. They all look up at me as I enter the room. One need not be a Jedi to sense the tension in the room, it is all but palpable. I can see in the eyes of each of them the same fear and anxiety that I feel surging through myself.

“Well,” I tell them. “I guess it’s time to get down to it.”

“I want to come with you,” Padmé tells me.

“No Padmé,” I tell her firmly. “Not this time. There could be danger; I might be put in a position where I will be forced to use violence. I hope not, but I have to be realistic about this.”

“Dad is right,” Luke tells his mother. “Those who are opposing him could use you against him, Mother. He could be put in a position where he has to choose between saving you and following their wishes. That could be disastrous, because we all know what decision he would make.”

Padmé looks at me. “He would choose to save me,” she says softly. “I see your point Luke.” She sighs. “I would hate to put you in that position, Ani,” she tells me.

I walk over to her and put my hand to her face. “Thank you for understanding,” I tell her softly. I look up at the rest of my family. “I’m going to need all of you here, ready to respond if things go wrong.”

“We will be ready,” Han replies. “But how will we know if you’re in trouble?”

“Luke and I will know,” Leia assures him. “We have a connection with our father, Han, through the Force.”

I smile. “Yes, you certainly do.” I take a deep breath. “Okay, enough procrastinating. Time to do this.”

I head for the ‘fresher to don the dreaded black suit once again.


I stand in the ‘fresher, looking at my reflection in the mirror. The words of Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon run through my mind as I try to prepare myself for the greatest test of my life. I have tried to put together the words I will say, the impassioned speech I will make as I ascend to the throne. I must make it convincing, I must ensure that there is no dissent, not a hint of opposition among the Imperial forces. Yet, deep inside i feel certain that I have at least one enemy that I must contend with, Joneth Kastellan. How many allies has he managed to gather to his side? Did he believe Piett? If not, how will the rest of the admiralty react to his allegations that I am not who I say I am? I cannot help but think that blood will be shed in the ensuing days.

There is a knock on the door, and I sense Padmé’s presence.

“Come in,” I tell her.

The door slides open and Padmé enters the room. She walks over to me.

“Are you alright?” she asks me, putting her hands on my arms.

“Yes, I think so,” I tell her. “I’m just trying to get into character,” I add with a smile.

She tries to smile, but doesn’t quite manage. “I can’t even imagine how difficult this must be for you,” she says softly.

“Don’t worry about that,” I assure her. “I’ve been through plenty of adversity, Padmé. This is just another adventure, another challenge. The difference now is I have my family supporting me, giving me the courage and strength to do this. That makes an enormous difference.”

“I’m glad,” she says. She runs her hands over my shoulder armor as though it were in need of straightening. “When will we see you again?” she asks without looking up at me.

“I don’t know,” I tell her honestly. “It all depends on how things go. Let us hope that we will be together soon, angel. I hate the thought of being away from you and the children for even a short time. I’ve become spoiled lately, you know.”

She looks up at me with a smile. “Spoiled?” she asks.

I nod. “Yes, very spoiled. I spent half of my life in abject loneliness, and now I have the love of my family. And there’s nothing more important in the galaxy than that, I know this now.”

“Well then I suppose I’m spoiled too,” she replies. “I never imagined I would have you back in my life again, Ani, not like this, not like last night…and as for the children, well I spent half of my life believing that they had died. I’m just so afraid that now that we are all together…”

“We will always be together, Padmé,” I tell her, taking her by the shoulders. “Nothing will drive us apart ever again, I promise you.”

“You can’t promise that, Ani,” she says solemnly. “You don’t know what is going to happen on that ship. I know that nothing you will do can separate us, but you cannot predict the actions of others, no one can.”

“True,” I admit. “But I feel confident that we shall prevail, Padmé. It may take longer than any of us would like to see things the way want, but they will be, I promise. And when it’s all over, we can finally have the life that we have been deprived of all these years.”

“That would mean so much to me, Ani,” she replies with a smile. “And knowing that will make it a little easier to get through this.”

“Knowing that you are waiting for me will make it easier, Padmé,” I tell her, taking her face in my hands. “Knowing that you want to spend the rest of your life with me is more incentive than I could ever hope for.”

I pull her close and we share a kiss, no doubt the last one we will enjoy for at least a few days.

“Time to go,” I tell her, looking back down at her. “I can’t keep destiny waiting forever.”

“No, I suppose not,” she replies.

We rejoin our children and with their help I don the mask and helmet of my alter ego. Luke helps me with the cape, and, at last, the transformation is complete.

“We’ll walk you to the shuttle bay,” Leia tells me, taking my hand.

I look down at her, wishing she could see the smile on my face, or the adoration in my eyes; yet I know she can sense how I feel. We are connected, this family of mine, in a way that goes beyond the power of the Force. Having their strength behind me I know I will triumph.

We reach the hangar bay, and the dreaded moment of parting is upon us all once again. I embrace each of my children, including Han (a bizarre sight I’m sure) and then turn to my wife. She is trying very hard to keep her emotions under control, but the moment of parting is too much, and she starts to cry. I hold her close, as close as the cumbersome armor will allow, and stroke her hair gently. “Don’t cry, my love,” I tell her, the malevolent voice mocking the tenderness of my words. “I will be back before you know it.”

She only nods, and holds me close, as though she is afraid to let go.

“We’ll be waiting to hear from you,” Luke tells me as his mother joins him and Leia. He puts his arm around Padmé in an effort to comfort her.

“I will send word as soon as I can,” I tell them. “As soon as it is safe for me to do so.”

“May the Force be with you, Anakin,” Han says, voicing the sentiments of everyone.

“Thank you, Han,” I reply. “And with you as well. With all of you.”

I turn away from them and board the shuttle, not looking back. In a few moments I am on my way back to the Intimidator and my destiny that lies there.

“Welcome back, Lord Vader,” Captain Newmann greets me as I join him in the hangar bay.

“Thank you,” I reply. “I trust the admirals are assembled and waiting.”

He nods. “Yes, my lord. They seem quite anxious to hear what you have to say.”

“No doubt,” I reply. “I will join them at once.”

Together we leave the bay and make our way to the conference room where the assembled admirals are waiting. I use the Force to calm me as I get closer, sensing the riot of emotions emanating from the room that lies just down the corridor now. Most of the men are anxious, some fearful; I sense curiosity, trepidation, some resentment, mostly at being made to wait so long, and, undeniable in its intensity, I sense hatred. Hatred of me… I take a deep breath and press on, Newmann hurrying along side to keep up with my long strides. Finally we reach the door.

“You are dismissed, Captain,” I tell Newmann, turning to him before I enter the room.

“Of course, he replies with a bow. He then leaves me. I stand before the door for a moment, summoning my nerve, and my strength. Here goes nothing...I say to myself as I enter the room. All eyes turn my way, all talking ceases as the Dark Lord appears.

“Gentlemen,” I begin, my mechanical voice booming out. “Be seated. I have an important announcement to make.”

[therealthing]

CHAPTER 57

The men all take their seats, amid a sea of murmurs and furtive whispering. I can feel my own heart pounding hard as the moment I have been planning for is at hand. Finally all are seated, save me, and all eyes turn to me, all attention is attuned to me and me alone.

“I have an important announcement,” I repeat, looking around the room,

“Concerning the last will and testament of the late Emperor Palpatine.”

More murmurs go around the room at the mention of the emperor’s name. The nature of his death has remained something of a mystery as far as I can tell, most people believing that he died when the Death Star exploded. I wonder how many of the men present here today know the real cause of his death? And that it was his own apprentice who killed him? I wait for the men to become quiet again before I continue.

“I have here on this disc,” I declare, holding up the disc containing the will, “the last wishes of the late emperor. I have studied it thoroughly, consulted with legal experts who have assured me that it is completely valid. It contains information regarding the future of the Empire, information that is pertinent for all of us here present.”

“Don’t keep us in suspense, Lord Vader,” Kastellan speaks up, his irritation clear. “Let us in on the big secret.”

I turn to him, enjoying the nervous tension I can almost see emanating from him.

“It may surprise you to learn that the emperor named an heir,” I continue, “who he wanted to succeed him as the new galactic emperor. That heir is me.”

There is a stunned silence for a moment or two as the men absorb this shocking news. And then it starts; the buzz of remarks, the whispered questions, the exclamations of shock; yet no one has spoken any word of protest, no shout of outrage. Not yet…

“You Lord Vader?” asks one admiral whose name I do not know. “This is quite surprising, I have to say.”

“No one was more surprised than I,” I admit. “But it was the emperor’s wish; I am not about to question his it. Nor should any of you,” I add, the hint of a threat behind my words.

“I think I speak for many of us, my lord,” begins another man tentatively, “when I ask if it would be too much trouble to actually see this document. For verification, of course.”

“You doubt me?” I ask simply.

“It is not that,” stammers the man. “It’s just that...”

“You think me a liar?” I demand, my voice rising in timbre.

“Of course not, my lord!” exclaims the man nervously, beginning to wish he had never said a word. “I..I..”

“I believe what the good admiral is saying,” says Kastellan at last. “Is that this is far too important for us not to see the proof. You may kill me for asking it, Lord Vader, but I will still ask, as would any man in this room if he had the courage to do so.”

Here we go… I think as I regard Kastellan. It all begins now, does it?

“Here is your proof,” I tell them. “I have downloaded the contents of the will onto the imperial data net. It is public domain now, anyone may see it. Have a look, gentlemen. I have nothing to hide,” I finish, wincing at the irony of my last comment.

The admirals move to the computer stations around the perimeter of the room, each jostling for a view of the screen. Kastellan, however, does not seem overly anxious to see the proof he so audaciously demanded. No doubt it will not dissuade him from whatever course of action he has decided upon. I can sense the acceptance of the men as they read the document for themselves, and the verification affidavit that has been attached to it. They do not like it, but they can see that my claim is legal, and, so far, seem willing to accept it at face value.

“My congratulations, my lord,” offers Admiral Borg as he approaches me. “Or perhaps I should say, your majesty,” he adds with an obsequious bow.

Your majesty…how bizarre that sounds when directed at me…

Within a few moments the majority of the men have offered their congratulations, apologies, undying loyalty, et cetera ad nauseum. Did I grovel like this when I was Palpatine’s lackey? I wonder, already beginning to grow tired of the blatant obsequiousness of the men. I sense, however, that there is more to it than mere boot licking; they are all jockeying for position, knowing that the emperor needs a right hand.

Kastellan, I have noticed, is very quiet, and this disturbs me. What are you up to? I wonder, watching him from across the room. I try to probe his mind, to see what it is he is plotting; but the room contains too many distractions, and I am constantly being interrupted by offers of congratulations, inquiries about my plans to assume the throne, nonsense and empty flattery all of it. I have no interest in what these men think; the only mind that interests me at the moment is that of my enemy, and it is impossible to access amid all the commotion that surround me.

“Be seated,” I command, and the men immediately move to their seats once again. I cannot help but notice that their level of obedience has increased tremendously since my announcement; so much the better...

“I have no interest in a meaningless ceremony that only wastes time and money,” I tell them. “As far as I’m concerned, the existence of this will is all the ceremony I require. I will assume the title of emperor as of this day, assuming the Endeavour as my temporary home.”

“Why the Endeavour, my lord?” asks Kastellan. “When here on the Aggressor great pains have been taken to see to your particular living accommodations? Surely it would make more sense for you to reside here for the time being, would it not?”

As this moment, I almost wish that I were Darth Vader, for I know exactly how Vader would deal with this man. He would be dead by now; no, he would have been dead days ago the first time he questioned an order. How can I maintain the appearance of being Vader and allow this man to continue to question my authority so blatantly? And then it hits me…he knows….he knows that I am not Darth Vader…he is testing me, he is pushing me so that I will reveal myself, reveal that I am not the Dark Lord, and when that happens, all hell will break lose.

“It is my wish to remain there,” I tell him, wishing I had a better answer. “That is all the reason you require, and certainly more than you deserve.”

The other admirals are watching this exchange closely, expectantly; no doubt they are just waiting to see Kastellan’s dead body fall to the floor.

“I have another theory, my lord,” Kastellan continues, not reacting at all to my acerbic comment. “I believe the real reason that you feel comfortable on the Endeavour is because it is under the command of your friend, that traitorous Malz, who is in fact Firmus Piett, your former first officer.”

The reaction of the men to this announcement is immediate and boisterous. I can feel that I am losing control of this situation. I must act fast or else all will be lost.

But before I can utter another word, the door slides open and a large group of armed clones enter, and immediately take up a position around the perimeter of the room, each one training their weapon on the man closest to them. Kastellan has planned this out well.

“What nonsense is this?” I return angrily, looking around nervously at the troopers who appear ready to execute the admirals at any moment.

“Nonsense?” Kastellan returns. “Come now, Lord Vader, time for the game to end. My ...esteemed colleagues here may be easily fooled, but I assure you that I am not. I know that you are not Darth Vader. You may appear to be him, but your actions, or rather inactions, prove otherwise.”

“What are you talking about, Kastellan?” demands one of the men. “What are you getting at? And why are these troops holding us prisoner?”

The others voice their protestations as well.

“They are here to prove a point, my dear admiral,” Kastellan continues. “We all know Darth Vader’s intolerance for incompetence and insubordination. He brooked neither, and would kill anyone who dared to question him, or make the smallest error. Has he killed a single man since he has returned to us? No, he has not, despite many incidents for which the real Vader would have instantly killed. And as for his return to us, where was he? Has he ever explained where he was all those months? No, he has not. The Lady Vader is another issue, since when does Darth Vader have a wife, or even care about anyone enough to want them on board as a companion? Stop and think, gentlemen, and don’t let your fear of this man cloud your judgment. He is an imposter! And now he has the means to control all of us because of this document naming Darth Vader as the heir to the empire!”

I stop his tirade with a movement of my hand, sending him across the room.

“Troops, stand down,” I bark. “You will stand down immediately!”

The clones seem confused, not knowing what to do. They are misguided, without direction; it is then that I remember what Padmé suggested, and pray that she is right.

“I am the emperor now,” I tell them, “you will obey my orders.”

“The emperor?” the commander of the squadron repeats. “Admiral Kastellan said that…”

“Ignore what he said,” I boom. “Your primary directive is to protect and serve the emperor,” I tell him. “Follow that directive now, immediately!”

The clones look at one another in confusion, not sure what to do. They look at Kastellan, still struggling to his feet, and then to me.

“The proof is right before your eyes,” one of the braver of the admirals tells the clone who is holding him prisoner. “See for yourself,” he adds, indicating the computer screen behind them.

One by one the clones turn to look at the screen, and, having seen the proof, turn back to me.

“Your majesty, what are your orders?” the squadron leader asks.

“Arrest Joneth Kastellan,” I command, looking back to where he was struggling to his feet. He is no longer there. I look around, the room is so crowded and confused, has he managed to slip away?

“Find him at once!” I bark.

“No need to look far, Vader,” I hear from behind me. Before I can turn or react, I feel something sharp thrust into my back. I gasp for breath and stagger forward as the trooper closest to me shoots Kastellan down.

“Call the medics!” cries one of the admirals. Everything starts to move in slow motion as I fall to my knees. The last thing I see before I lose consciousness is Firmus Piett who has burst into the room with a group of his men. Good old Piett, I think as I surrender to the weakness enveloping my body. He was always so reliable…

I awaken in the medical bay, Piett at my side, clone troopers standing nearby.

“You are going to be fine,” he assures me when he notices that I am awake.

“What’s going on?” I ask weakly. “Kastellan…”

“Is in custody,” he tells me. “The rest of the admirals are still on board. They have a lot of questions, of course. I haven’t told them anything yet.”

“Good,” I reply. “My family…”

“Well it was your children who alerted us to your dire situation,” Piett replies. “It was incredible to witness, Anakin. They both knew, they just knew that things were going badly, that you were in trouble. I didn’t question it; I simply gathered some troops and came on board.”

I nod, trying to conserve my strength. Padmé must be worried sick…

“I realize that you are in no condition to deal with this right now,” Piett continues. “But the situation is quite explosive right now, Anakin. We must act quickly in order to diffuse it.”

“I know,” I mutter, feeling lethargy filling my body as the pain killers kick in. “Tell the admirals to stay here…”

“But Anakin they are ready to revolt,” Piett returns. “They are starting to believe Kastellan’s allegations. We need to give them some sort of proof that you are Darth Vader, other wise they will never accept you as the emperor.”

I close my eyes, feeling defeated and hopeless. Everything has gone wrong, how am I supposed to do? How can I prove that I am someone I’m not?

“I’m afraid you must leave, Admiral,” the medical droid announces as it enters the room. “The patient has lost a great deal of blood and needs to rebuild his strength.”

Wait a minute…I open my eyes. “Blood test,” I tell Piett. “DNA test.”

He frowns. “What? Blood test?”

I nod. “Yes, proof that I’m Vader...”

Piett’s eyes widen as he realizes what I’m saying. “Yes…yes of course! A DNA test!”

“Yes..” the Empire kept extensive medical records on all its personal, including me…a standard DNA test is part of that record…even though I am not Vader any longer, my DNA is still the same as his.

“Brilliant,” Piett says with a smile. He then looks up at the medical droid. “I want a complete DNA read out of this patient,” he tells the droid. “At once.”

“Yes sir,” the droid replies.

This has to work…there’s no other way …I slip back asleep, leaving my fate in the capable hands of Firmus Piett once again.

The next time I wake up, I notice immediately that I feel better, stronger. I try to sit up, only to be reminded of the fresh wound in my back and abandon the attempt.

“Ah, you are awake,” the medi-droid announces as it approaches the bed.

“Where is Piett?” I ask.

“I don’t know, sir,” it replies. “Is there something I might do for you?”

I slowly move myself into a sitting position, forcing myself to ignore the pain.
“I need to know what’s going on,” I tell the droid. “I need to speak with the admiralty.”

“You are in no condition to...”

I cut it off. “You don’t seem to understand,” I tell it impatiently. “The future of the galaxy is hanging in the balance; I don’t have time to sit around here any longer.”

“But sir!” it protests as I swing my legs over the side of the bed, wincing as I do so.

“There’s no chance of this wound reopening, right?” I ask as I struggle to my feet.

“No, sir, it’s been sealed, but...”

“Never mind the buts,” I tell it. “I need to get to that conference room, and I need to get there now. You will help me.”

“And where do you think you’re going?” I look up to see Piett standing in the doorway.

“I’m going to that conference room,” I tell him, struggling to my feet. “And now that you’re here, you can help me.”

Piett cocks an eyebrow at me. “Help you? The only thing I’m going to help you with is getting back into that bed.”

I look at him, frustrated with his patronizing tone and my own weakness. “I’m serious, Piett,” I tell him. “You said yourself that this situation is volatile, if I don’t do something to get control of it all will be lost! Now help me get into that damn suit so that I can get to that conference room!”

“Anakin, relax,” he tells me. “I have spoken with the admirals; I have shown them the DNA readouts. They are content for now to wait.”

“For now? What does that mean?” I ask, sitting back down.

“It means that they believe that you are, or at least were, Darth Vader,” he explains. “However, they are concerned about the changes in you, changes brought to their attention by Kastellan, and things that they have noted themselves. It seems that your reluctance to kill anyone has not gone unnoticed, Anakin. Do you know that the men on board the Executor used to actually wager on how many men would die each week? That sort of behavior is rather legendary, I’m afraid.”

I frown, disturbed by this new problem. “Well who do they say that I am, then, if not Vader?”

“There are some who have brought forth the possibility that you are Anakin Skywalker,” replies Piett. “There have been rumors about his redemption floating around for weeks. Others haven’t a clue. Kastellan didn’t do us any favors with his inflammatory words.”

“No, nor his actions,” I add. “So now what? Is it a lost cause, Firmus? Has all this been in vain?”

Piett looks thoughtful for a moment before responding. “I don’t think so, Anakin,” he finally answers. “I think that these men are tired of war, and, deep down inside, want to see an end to it. Now that Kastellan is out of the way, perhaps you can reason with them, make them see that peace is the only way.”

I nod as I consider his words. “Yes, perhaps that is the approach I will have to take. I don’t really have many options, really; perhaps it is time to take off the mask once and for all. The trouble is, what is to hold their allegiance if I admit that I am no longer Darth Vader? What is to stop them from turning on me?”

“You are a leader, Anakin,” Piett tells me. “A natural leader. The Empire is in desperate need of leadership right now. You can be that leader, Anakin, whether you are Darth Vader or Anakin Skywalker. Personally I think most of them would rather follow Anakin Skywalker than Darth Vader; Vader’s leadership was based on fear and control. Once they see that you are trustworthy, that you mean to bring peace and order to the galaxy, I truly believe you will have them on your side. And, if all else fails, you still have the loyalty of the clones, don’t forget.”

“Do I?” I ask. “The will named Darth Vader as the heir, not Anakin Skywalker.”

“We have the DNA proof to show that you are the same man,” he points out. “Clones cannot understand the subtleties of the Force; they will not distinguish between Vader and Skywalker. If the DNA proves that you are Vader, then that should be sufficient for them.”

I shake my head doubtfully. “I don’t know about that,” I say. “I don’t think you are giving them enough credit. They may be clones, but they are still capable of intelligent thought.”

“But there is no other emperor, Anakin, no other but you, whether you are calling yourself Vader or Skywalker,” he returns. “This is a philosophical nuance that the clones will not even consider. You are the emperor; therefore, you have their allegiance. Mask or no mask.”

I sigh, my head spinning with the line of reasoning that Piett is taking. Is he right? I don’t know what is right anymore, what makes sense any more; all I know is that I am tired, I am sore, and I miss my family.

“You get some rest,” he says, seeing the look of fatigue wash over me. “I will talk to the admirals some more, see what they are thinking.”

“Okay,” I reply, lying back down. “Any chance I can see my family?”

“I will see what I can do,” he replies. “Get some rest. You look terrible.”

“Thanks,” I mutter as I close my eyes. Soon enough, I drift off into a restless, troubled sleep.

[therealthing]

CHAPTER 58

Despite the droid’s protestations, I refuse to remain in the medical bed. However, the clones at the door have been instructed by Piett not to allow me to leave, so I begrudgingly remain in the sick bay. Wearing the ridiculously short sleep pants and robe that the droid has furnished me with, I pace up and down in the small room. The pain in my back has been reduced to a dull ache, thanks to the generous dose of painkillers the droids have forced me to take. But the pain is negligible compared to the anxiety I feel. How did I not see the attack coming? How did Kastellan know about Piett’s true identity? Does he have allies among the admirals who are just waiting for their chance to take advantage of the present situation? My mind is a flurry of questions, none of which I have any answers for. Not yet. I decide that as soon as I am able I will pay Kastellan a visit in the brig, and use whatever means necessary to get answers from him.

“Excuse me sir,” the droid interrupts my musings. I turn around to look at it. “What is it?”

“You have a visitor,” it tells me, standing aside to reveal Padmé. I smile when I see her, and walk over to meet her.

“Ani, we were so worried!” she cries when I reach her. She puts her arms around my neck tentatively. “Are you okay? Why are you out of bed? You shouldn’t be up and walking around so soon!”

I smile at her barrage of questions, feeling the deep love and concern behind them. “I’m fine, angel,” I tell her, taking her face in my hands. “Luckily the wound wasn’t deep. I suppose I have the suit to thank for that.”

She nods. “I suppose,” she agrees. “Oh Ani, what’s going to happen now? Is your plan ruined?”

I sigh. “I don’t know what’s going to happen,” I tell her. “I haven’t had a chance to talk to the admiralty yet. Piett is all but keeping me a prisoner in here.”

“Well good for him,” she replies with a little smile. “I’m so grateful to him for being here when we couldn’t be. Luke and Leia are sick with worry, but Firmus didn’t think it was a good idea for them to come on board yet. At least the men already know about me.”

“Yes, he’s right I’m afraid,” I tell her, letting her lead me to a pair of chairs where we sit down. “I miss them both,” I add, smiling at her. “Hopefully...” I stop, not even sure I should voice the hope I have at this point. Everything is such a mess, I’m not sure I can even expect anything good to come of it all.

“So what has been going on?” she asks. “What is going to happen to Kastellan?”

“Kastellan is in the brig,” I tell her. “His fate remains to be determined. As for the others, Piett has managed to convince them that I am really the same man that they knew as Darth Vader.”

Padmé frowns. “How did he manage that?”

“A DNA read out,” I reply. “The Force may have changed everything other aspect of me, but my DNA was not altered.”

“Well that’s fortunate,” she replies. “So now that they have been convinced, will they accept you as emperor?”

“That remains to be seen,” I tell her. “According to Piett, many of them have started to think about what Kastellan, said that I am Anakin Skywalker now.”

“You mean they know that Anakin Skywalker and Darth Vader are the same man?” she asks.

“Yes, it seems so,” I reply. “Somehow Kastellan found out about my arrest on Naboo; I think he must have a contact within the legal system there, or perhaps one of the guards themselves. My secret was bound to be discovered by someone at some point, Padmé. It’s just unfortunate that the one who discovered was someone like Kastellan.”

She nods in agreement. “Well, Piett found out,” she points out. “And he accepted you. Perhaps the other admirals will too, Ani. I’m not sure what else we can hope for at this point.”

“Yes, I know what you mean,” I reply. “And have been considering that very same thing myself. The trouble is, if I reveal my true identity to them and they don’t accept me, this whole plan will be blown sky high.”

“It’s a risk, no doubt about it,” she agrees. “But what else so we have at this point, Anakin? I think your credibility as Vader has been destroyed. Perhaps it’s time for total truth.”

I sigh deeply, and rub my stubbly chin absent mindedly. Total truth? What is that? Is there such a thing any more??

“Ah, Padmé, nice to see you again,” Piett says as he joins us in the sick bay.

“Thank you,” she replies. “And thank you for keeping an eye on him,” she adds, nodding in my direction. “He always has been a terrible patient.”

Piett chuckles. “I believe that,” he says. “You’re looking better, Anakin. The sleep did you good.”

“Thanks,” I reply. “I’m feeling pretty good. Good enough to get out of here in fact.”

“Nice try,” Padmé replies. “You’re not going anywhere just yet. Not while I’m here.”

“I see the two of you have conspired against me,” I reply, looking from her back to Piett again.

They exchange a look of mock innocence. “Us?” Padmé replies. “Would I do that to you, Anakin?”

“Yes,” I reply immediately, earning a laugh from each of them.

“Anakin, the admirals want to see you,” Piett tells me, deflating the playfulness of the mood instantly.

I look at Padmé, who seems as tense I as feel at this news.

“You mean now?” I ask him. “Here?”

Piett nods. “They want to see their emperor unmasked, Anakin,” he tells me. “They want to know who it is they are about to declare fealty to. If you want my opinion, I think you should show them.”

“Don’t you think that’s very risky?” Padmé asks. “If they see that he is Anakin Skywalker, won’t they refuse to accept him as emperor?”

Piett remains silent for a moment. “I cannot say for sure, Padmé,” he admits. “But from what I can tell, just talking to them, they seem like reasonable, decent men. There’s an old saying on my homeworld; you can attract more bees with honey than vinegar. If they see that you are not the ruthless despot that Vader was, that you are an honorable man, a man who cares about more than just power, then perhaps they will give you their allegiance willingly.”

“He makes a good point, Ani,” Padmé says, reaching over and taking my hand. “If you can earn their allegiance rather than wresting if from them by force, the way Vader would, the way Palpatine did, it will mean far more, and will establish the basis for a peaceful coexistence between them and the Alliance.”

I look at my wife, knowing that of all people involved, she more than anyone understands the subtleties of political negotiation. She has always had uncanny instincts and knew tremendous success both as a queen and as a senator. If she believes that this will work, then shouldn’t I believe it too? I want to believe her; I want to trust that her instincts are correct. She has always been right in the past, more times than I can recall…

“Okay,” I say at last. “Let’s do it. Bring them in, Firmus.”

“Are you sure?” he asks.

I nod. “Yes,” I tell him. “I trust my wife’s instincts. Besides, we’re backed into a corner. What other choice do I have at this point? It’s time to introduce the admiralty to Anakin Skywalker.”

Piett glances at Padmé, and then leaves us.

“It will be alright, Ani,” she tells me, squeezing my hand.

I nod. “Do I look okay?” I ask, running my hands through my hair nervously. “Hardly look like an emperor in my pajamas.”

Padmé smiles. “No one else could make sleepwear look as distinguished,” she replies.

I laugh, grateful for her presence at this moment of truth. I squeeze her hand as I sense the approach of a group of men. In a moment, they are before us. I am relieved that all 38 of the admirals did not decide to descend upon me all at once; still, the 8 who stand before me are enough to make me nervous. They look at me in surprise, perhaps expecting to see a monster under the mask. I say nothing to them, but look at each one of them in the eyes, looking into their minds as they stare at me with undisguised shock.

“Gentlemen,” Padmé begins, standing up and taking control of the situation. “I am Padme Naberrie Skywalker, the wife of Anakin Skywalker,” she turns to me at this point. “No doubt you have a lot of questions at this point, but please keep in mind that he is still recovering from a life threatening injury. I ask that you do not stay too long.”

She sits down again, and I am suddenly struck by the irony of the situation. Here I am sitting in my pajamas in a hospital room, holding court with my empress for the first time. Quite an auspicious beginning…

“Lord…uh...” begins one of the men. “I..I don’t know what to call you,” he admits. “You are clearly not Darth Vader anymore, though we understand that you were at one time.”

I nod. “Yes, for 22 years I was Darth Vader,” I tell them. “But before that I was Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Knight.”

“Hero of the Clone Wars,” puts in another of the men at this point. “I remember you, sir,” he adds, still unsure how to address me. “You were one of the greatest warriors in the galaxy.”

“What happened to you?” asks a third man. “What caused you to become Darth Vader? You were a hero, a Jedi...”

“It’s a long and complicated story,” I tell him. “One of the great dangers of being a Jedi is the temptation of the Dark Side of the Force. I succumbed to that temptation, for reasons I will not go into at this point. Suffice it to say that the late emperor took advantage of my youth and arrogance to turn me into his apprentice, and, eventually, his henchman.”

“Palpatine destroyed the good man who was known as Anakin Skywalker,” Padmé puts in. “He used him, twisted and abused the trust that Anakin had placed in him since he was a young boy. Palpatine had planned all along to use Anakin to destroy the Jedi and the Republic. And he stopped at nothing to see that plan come to fruition.”

The admirals look at one another, clearly surprised by this.

“So what happened to Darth Vader then?” asks one of them. “Clearly you are no longer the evil Dark Lord anymore, nor are you the cyborg that we all believed you to be.”

“My son redeemed me,” I tell them, not holding back anything anymore. “I had believed that my child had died, along with my wife, for 22 years. For 22 years I lived with the guilt, believing that I had killed them, a lie told by our illustrious emperor to further enslave me and keep me in darkness. When I learned that my son was alive, I knew that I had been lied to, and it compromised everything that Darth Vader had come to stand for, everything that he believed in. My son brought me out of the darkness, with his steadfast belief that deep down inside of Vader there was a good man, the man who had once been his father. If it weren’t for Luke, I would have remained in darkness, but he never gave up on me, even when I brought him before the emperor as my prisoner.”

The admirals are listening in amazed silence. I stop, only to take a breath before I continue.

“I have no desire to be emperor,” I tell them. “The very title is like poison to me now. All I desire is to bring healing to the galaxy, to see peace and justice restored.” I stop now; feeling exhausted both emotionally and physically. I watch the men before me, trying to determine what is in their minds and in their hearts. Padmé watches them too, but then turns to me, a look of concern on her face.

“You’re exhausted,” she tells me softly, putting her hand on my arm. She looks up at the admirals. “If you cannot see that this man is the only hope the galaxy has, then there is nothing else to be said. He and he alone can unite the rebel Alliance and the remnants of the empire. He was and still is the greatest Jedi the galaxy has ever known, the most accomplished warrior, and a natural born leader. In fact, you would not find a better leader anywhere in the galaxy, were you to search for a life time. With him as your leader the conflict that has plagued the galaxy for decades can finally be put to an end.”

Padme’s words leave me moved and speechless. I take her hand in mine, not caring if the admirals see the look of utter adoration in my eyes. I am beyond caring at this point, however. Padmé is right; everything has been said. It’s up to the admiralty now, for the future of the galaxy is now in their hands.

The men say nothing in response to Padmé’s impassioned speech, but I can sense in them that they are not unaffected by our words.

“We obviously have a lot to think about,” one of them finally says. “And much to discuss with our comrades. I have to tell you personally that your story has inspired me,” he adds, looking at me. “I had no idea that Darth Vader was such a complex, tragic man, and the fact that you have turned your life around the way you have is truly a testament to your strength of character. But I am one man; there are others who have to know this, to consider all that has happened and the consequences therein.”

“I agree with my comrade,” puts in one of the other men. “But we cannot speak for everyone. We will speak with the others, but it would mean a great deal more if you did, sir,” he says, addressing me.

“I will gladly speak to them,” I tell him, “when I am permitted to leave the medical facility,” I add, looking at my wife with a smile.

“Of course,” replies another of the group. “You are obviously well looked after and well loved,” he remarks with a smile, glancing at Padmé. “We will speak with the others and await your recovery. And may I say that I hope it is a speedy one.”

“Thank you,” I reply. How refreshing it is to hear genuine, heart felt concern from an imperial officer, rather than obvious pandering and empty flattery. Padmé was right to show these men who I truly am, for I sense in them acceptance, respect and even admiration. But, as they pointed out, there are others who must be in on this decision. I can only hope that they will be united in their acceptance, for if the admiralty is divided, then the conflict will only continue.

I watch as the group leave, feeling cautiously optimistic.

“Well, I think that went very well,” Piett comments as the door closes behind them. “Very well indeed.”

“I think so too,” Padmé agrees. “They were very open to what you had to say, Anakin. I think most of it truly shocked and surprised them. But most of all I think that they can see with their own eyes what a remarkable man you truly are. They would have to be blind not to see it.”

I look at her and smile. “Well my love, you are speaking from a decidedly biased view point,” I tell her. “This will not be an easy decision for them to make. In accepting me as their leader, they relinquish all ties to the old empire, and in essence, are signing its death warrant. While some, like those we just spoke with, will accept change gracefully, there are others who will not. Change can be terrifying for some, even if it is a change for the better. Some of these men are in their 50’s or even 60’s, and have spent half of their life or more in service to the Imperial navy. Now we are trying to take that away, to replace it with something unknown; that can be a scary thing.”

“I agree,” Piett comments. “But these men are intelligent, Anakin; no one makes Admiral without being above average. Well, unless they get a hasty field promotion that is,” he puts in wryly. “They know that the empire has been decimated, and for it to survive and continue would be an enormous struggle. Even if they don’t know the particulars, they surely realize that the Rebel Alliance now outnumbers them in man power and ships. That alone should be enough to persuade them to join your cause.”

I nod, knowing that what he says is true. But will the rest of the men in that conference room see it?

“You need to rest, Ani,” Padmé announces at last, standing up. “Don’t try to tell me you’re fine, I know better. Let’s go, your majesty.”

I smile at her, and let her lead me back to the bed. I lie down, wincing against the newness of my wound.

“Now rest,” she orders, pulling the light blanket up over me.

“Yes ma’m,” I reply with a grin.

She leans down and kisses me lightly. “I’m very proud of you, Anakin Skywalker,” she tells me softly.

“Thanks angel,” I reply. “It means a lot to hear you say that.” I try to stay with her longer, but the lethargy is too strong, and I can feel my eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

“Sleep,” I hear her whisper softly as I drift off.

[therealthing]

CHAPTER 59

Pink clouds streak the Naboo sky as the sun slowly sinks into the horizon. From the lake a subtle breeze wafts onto the balcony, bringing with it the scent of wild flowers. My children are present with me as we enjoy the warm evening, sitting together and enjoying the spectacular sunset.

“Where is mother?” Luke asks, looking back at the house. “Shouldn’t she be here by now?”

“I was wondering that myself,” Leia responds. “I’m beginning to get worried.”

Yes, where is she? “I’ll go find her,” I say, standing up. I walk into the house, and wander the hallways, looking in every room, but I find no sign of her. I call her name, starting to panic. Padmé, where are you? I call, my voice echoing in the empty house. Suddenly I feel a wave of terror…Padmé is in trouble…she needs me...

I wake up with a start, knowing that the terror I felt in my dream is real. Padmé is in trouble. I struggle out of the bed, not bothering to take the time to put on the robe, but summoning my lightsaber to my hand. I leave the medical bay, ignoring the clones that merely stand by and let me pass. Luke, Leia, help me. I silently implore. I run through the corridors, ignoring the odd looks in my direction. I use Padmé like a homing beacon, drawing closer to her as I jump onto the turbolift. She’s in Kastellan’s quarters…why is she there? And why is she in trouble if he is in the brig?

I can feel the pain in my back throbbing now as I continue to race to the place I know Padmé is, but I ignore it, and force myself to continue on. Finally I reach it, and use the Force to open the door.

“Ani! Watch out!” I hear my wife cry in warning, but not before the lightsaber in my hand is knocked away.

I look over and see my wife being held captive by a man I don’t know, a blaster held to her temple.

“Lord Vader I presume,” Kastellan mocks me.

“Let her go,” I command him. “Let her go and your life will be spared.”

Kastellan laughs at me. “Oh please, you’re frightening me,” he mocks. “You so much as look at me the wrong way and my associate here will blow your wife’s pretty head off.”

“What do you want, Kastellan?” I ask, trying frantically to think up a plan.

“Aren’t you even the least bit curious how I managed to get out of the brig?” he asks, ignoring my question.

I make no reply, so he continues.

“In your eagerness to take control of this vessel away from me, you forgot all about the security codes. You see, I am the commander of this ship, Vader, therefore it was quite easy for me to get out of the brig.”

“But there were clones there,” I protest, cursing myself for my sloppiness. “The detention block is well guarded.”

“Yes it is,” he agrees. “That’s where my good friend here came in handy. Surely you didn’t think it was over, Vader. And here you thought you were in the clear.”

“What do you want with my wife?” I ask him. “This has nothing to do with her. Let her go.”

“Well I’m afraid I can’t do that,” he replies. “You see, she is, what you would call a bargaining tool,” he tells me. “And, ironically, it was her presence on board this ship that first had me asking questions about you. Although I never knew Darth Vader personally, I had enough knowledge of him to know without a shadow of a doubt that there would be no place for a woman in his life, nor would he allow a woman to speak to him the way she has, or manipulate him into taking her with him on a dangerous mission. The act may have fooled everyone else, but not me. All I needed to do was find the proof; that was where Malz was supposed to come in, but the traitor ended up turning on me.”

“You’re the traitor,” I spit at him. “A traitor and a fool. Like it or not, the Empire is in my control, Kastellan. I am the emperor, no matter how you may feel about me. And your actions here today are highly treasonous. There’s no way out for you, every clone in the galaxy is under my orders now. What do you hope to accomplish by this stunt?”

“Call it revenge,” he replies. “Or call it payback. I don’t really give a damn what you call it. But no one humiliates me on the bridge of my ship and gets away with it. Not even you, Vader.”

“He’s insane, Anakin,” Padmé says at this point. “You can’t reason with him. He’s insane and jealous of your power because he wants it for himself and knows he can never have it.”

“Shut up, b*tch!” barks the man holding Padmé, slapping her across the face. In a sea of rage I watch her fall to the floor. My reaction is quick and decisive. Without even lifting my hand to him, I crush the man’s larynx, watching his face contort as he struggles for breath. He is dead within seconds. I then return my attention to Kastellan, who looks aghast at his dead comrade.

“Get out of here, Padmé,” I tell her as she gets to her feet, my eyes never leaving those of my foe. “Run for help!”

She does not question me and runs out of the room. It’s now down to Kastellan and me.

“Still anxious to exact revenge?” I ask him, my eyes boring into him. I can
see how shaken he is. He never dreamed that Anakin Skywalker would use the Force to kill a man in such a brutal way, and it has unnerved him. He looks back at me, trying to hide his fear.

“Only if you’re man enough to fight without resorting to sorcery,” he retorts.

I approach him, feeling the pain in my back worsening with each step. “Why should I?” I ask acrimoniously.

“To prove that you can,” he replies. “To prove that you truly are a Jedi, and not still a Sith.”

“I don’t need to prove anything to you,” I retort. Hurry Padmé…I don’t want to have to kill this man, as much as he deserves to die. I have already killed once today, one more dark deed on my soul... “Padmé was right. This isn’t about your ego; it’s about power, pure and simple. My appearance on the scene ruined your plans to take control of the Empire yourself, didn’t it? That’s what this is all about.”

He makes no reply, but I can feel his rage building, and I know I have hit a nerve. “Too bad you chose the wrong man to mess with, Kastellan. You might have stood a chance at keeping a command had you shown yourself to be loyal. But the only ship you’ll be seeing now is a transport to the prison on Ord Vaxal.”

This pushes him over the edge, and he attacks me viciously. I dodge as he swings at me, and manage to land a kick in his midsection. He staggers back, winded temporarily, but angrier than ever. He lunges at me, wrapping his hands around my throat. I push his arms up and away, the wound in my back screaming in protest. Kastellan sees this and delivers a round house kick to my lower back. I see stars, the pain rockets through my whole body. I stagger forward, looking up at my adversary, my vision starting to blur. I can feel the blood starting to trickle down my back from where his boot connected with my fresh wound.

“Well well well, the Hero with no Fear is human after all,” he gloats. He brings his foot up and is about to deliver another kick, this time to my face, but I grab his foot before he can make contact. I wrench it, hearing his ankle snap. He shouts in pain and anger, and falls to the floor. I lunge at him, but he rolls away from me.

“It’s over,” I pant. “Give it up, Kastellan. You’ve lost.”

“Over is it?” he snarls, suddenly grabbing the discarded blaster from his fallen comrade and pointing it at me. “See you in Hell, Vader,” he adds with a smile of pure malice.

But before either of us can react, the blaster is yanked from his hand by an invisible hand and he is slammed against the far wall where he falls in a heap to the floor. I look in astonishment to where the blaster has traveled only to see Leia standing there. She looks as astonished as me to find the blaster in her hand.

“Leia,” I sigh. She rushes over to me as Luke enters the room behind her and quickly approaches Kastellan.

“You’re hurt,” she informs me, trying her to maintain her cool exterior. Her shaking hands give her away.

“You saved my life,” I tell her softly.

She nods as the reality of what has just transpired hits home. “Yes…I...I just reacted, Dad. I can’t believe what I did.”

“The Force is strong with you,” I tell her, putting my hand on her shoulder. She throws her arms around my neck and holds me tightly, her body trembling with emotion and spent adrenaline.

“Thank you,” I tell her, kissing the top of her head. “Thank you for saving my life.”

She merely nods, and I can tell that she is crying.

“Anakin!” I look up to see Padmé and Piett in the doorway, accompanied by a handful of clones. “Are you alright?”

“He’s hurt,” Leia says, pulling back and wiping her tears hastily. “He’s bleeding.”

“Escort the emperor back to the medical bay,” Piett orders the troops. “And apprehend that man,” he adds, pointing to Kastellan’s inert form.

“No need,” Luke announces, standing up. “He’s dead.”

“Dead?” Leia asks, wide eyed. “How can that be??”

“His neck was snapped when he hit the wall,” Luke informs his twin. “You have some Force push there, sister.”

Leia looks back up at me, surprised and a little rattled by this news. I’m certain that she has killed before, but not like this, not without firing a shot.

“Seems you and your son are not the only Jedi in the family,” Piett remarks as the clones pick up the dead bodies of Kastellan and his co-conspirator and carry them out of the room.

“Yes, so it seems,” I agree, smiling at my daughter.

“Come along, Ani,” Padmé says, taking one of my arms. “You need to get medical attention.”

I leave with her, our children following behind. It’s over…Kastellan is dead…so what now?

“Never mind what now,” Luke tells me, reading my thoughts. “You just get yourself recovered.”

I smile at him, glad to have him and Leia with me again. “I always suspected you were more like your mother,” I tell him.

Padmé lifts her eyebrows. “And that is a good thing, right?”

I laugh. “Yes, of course.”

I am only too happy to return to the bed in sick bay, but am not permitted the luxury until I have my wound attended to once again. I sit on the edge of the bed while the droid repairs the wound, my family standing before me.

“You were right about Kastellan,” I tell Padmé. “He wanted to make a bid for control of the Empire. I’m sure the listening device we planted in his quarters will verify that.”

Padmé nods. “I’m just happy he’s dead,” she says softly. “He was truly insane, Ani. I don’t know what might have happened to me if you hadn’t shown up when you did.”

“Well I know what would have happened to me if Leia hadn’t shown up when she did,” I reply, smiling at our daughter. “Looks like we’ll need to begin some serious Jedi training with this one, wouldn’t you say, son?”

Luke smiles. “Absolutely,” he agrees. “Something tells me she’s a natural.”

Leia appears embarrassed by all the attention and merely smiles.

“So what now, Dad?” asks Luke. “Now that Kastellan is gone, does that mean you can reveal your true identity?”

“I’ve already done that,” I tell him. “The admirals now know who I am, they know everything. All we can do at this point is wait and hope that they decide that they can accept Anakin Skywalker as their leader.”

“But you are already their leader,” Leia puts in. “You’re the emperor, remember?”

“I told them I don’t want to be emperor,” I tell my daughter. “I would rather have their allegiance willingly as Anakin Skywalker than demand it simply because my DNA pattern is the same as Darth Vader’s.”

“Well it’s all up to them now, then, I suppose,” Luke replies. “Let’s just hope they have the sense to accept you, Dad. Otherwise, the conflict will never end.”

I nod. “Yes, I know that son,” I reply. “All we can do is hope.” I feel an injection in my arm and realize that the droid has taken it upon itself to give me painkillers.

“Looks like you’re going for a nap,” Padmé says, smiling at me. Why do I get the impression that shot was her idea?

“So it seems,” I say, feeling drowsy. I fight to keep my eyes open, but to no avail. Within minutes I am asleep, blissfully this time, knowing that my family is close by.

[therealthing]

CHAPTER 60


I wake up to the sight of my children who seem to be engaged in a serious discussion. Luke turns to me, sensing that I am awake.

“How are you feeling?” he asks as he and Leia approach the bed.

“Okay,” I tell them, feeling stiff from being in the same position for so long. I try to sit up, but the movement required to do so sends a fresh wave of pain through my back.

“Careful now,” Leia cautions, helping me. “Don’t over do it, Dad. You reopened that wound earlier, remember?”

“How could I forget?” I ask as I lean back against the pillow that my daughter has tucked behind me. “Where is your mother?”

“She and Firmus are compiling the transcripts from the listening device in Kastellan’s room,” Luke tells me. “She ought to be finished soon.”

I nod. “And what were the two of you discussing when I woke up? Seemed rather intense.”

Luke and Leia exchange a look and then look back at me.

“Well,” Luke begins. “We were just trying to decide how to tell you,” he says.

“Tell me what?” I ask.

“What we did,” Leia puts in.

Uh oh... I frown. “What did you do?” I ask looking from Leia to her brother.

“Well?” I ask when neither of them responds.

“We…we went to the admirals,” Leia tells me at last. “We wanted to talk to them, to try to convince them to join the Alliance.”

“We thought that if we extended an olive branch to them, as leaders of the Alliance, that it might show them that peace is possible,” Luke adds.

“And what was their reaction?” I ask.

“They listened,” Leia replies, looking at her twin. “I think they were quite surprised by the gesture, actually. I got the impression that these men are so accustomed to having very little say in anything, that they don’t quite know how to handle a decision of this magnitude.”

“Yeah, I think so too,” Luke adds. “They’re not used to being asked for their opinion. This decision is huge, and they know it. I think maybe they’re a little intimidated by the whole thing, and afraid of making the wrong choice.”

I lean my head back against the pillow and sigh. “They must find the courage to decide,” I tell them. “They must join the Alliance willingly, or the union will be nothing more than another empire, another collection of planets thrust together against their will.”

“You could take the decision out of their hands, Dad,” Leia says at this point. “You are, after all, technically the emperor. You could make the decision to unite the two factions.”

“Yes, I could,” I agree. “But I don’t want to, Leia. I don’t want to be a dictator. I want the union to be based on peace, on mutual cooperation and trust. Is that so much to ask?”

Luke smiles. “Perhaps it is,” he replies. “These men have spent a life time serving a dictatorship, Dad. They don’t know anything else. Also, it may very well be that some of them find the idea of being allies with their sworn enemies repugnant. If that is the case, it will be hard to get around, I’m afraid.”

“I need to talk to them,” I say at last. “All of them. They have to see that joining with the Alliance is the only way. I just hope that Kastellan didn’t have any more allies among the remaining admirals.”

“Well if there are, let’s hope we can weed them out before they have a chance to act,” Leia replies. “The information Mother is collecting should shed some light on that.”

I nod. “Let us hope so,” I tell them. “I for one am tired of this game. I just want to go off somewhere quiet, someplace like Naboo, and live a normal, peaceful life.”

My children smile. “You’d be bored within a week,” Luke tells me.

I laugh. “A week? Is that all you’d give me?”

“I’d give him 5 days, tops.”

We turn to see Padmé and Piett entering the room.

“A normal life, Ani?” she says, kissing me. “Since when has anything about your life been normal?”

“Never,” I admit. “That’s why I’m anxious to try it.”

Padmé laughs. “Somehow I doubt you’d enjoy it,” she tells me. “Normalcy is highly overrated.”

“And you would know this how, exactly?” I tease her.

She laughs in response.

“Did you find out anything interesting?” Luke asks his mother and Piett.

Padmé turns to him. “Indeed we did, Luke,” she replies. “It seems that Joneth Kastellan was a native of my home planet, Naboo,” she begins. “And that he was tipped off by relatives who are still there of your father’s presence there.” She turns to me. “I suppose the sight of a Jedi Knight in Theed isn’t quite as common place as it once was.”

“No, I don’t suppose so,” I reply. “And I should have realized that too. So he was getting information from relatives on Naboo?”

“So it seems,” she replies. “The conversations are rather sketchy, as you can imagine them to be. The person he was in contact with, a sister I believe, simply mentions seeing you, expressing surprise at doing so. She wasn’t even certain who you were, from what I can gather. I suppose Kastellan simply put the facts together and arrived at what he thought was a logical, and as it turns out, accurate conclusion.”

I nod. “Yes, he was intelligent, I’ll give him that much. And once he had this notion in his head, he contacted you,” I say, turning to Piett.

“Yes,” he replies. “He had heard that I was something of a renegade, and figured that perhaps I was the one who could help him out. He knew that you were coming to his ship, so he couldn’t investigate this himself, so he asked me to. Personally I doubted the whole thing, believing that you had perished when the Death Star blew. That’s why I refused your orders, for I thought you were truly an imposter, Anakin. It wasn’t until we met that I realized you were for real.”

“But what did Kastellan hope to gain by all this?” Leia asks. “When it was proven that you were in fact Darth Vader, or at least the same man, why didn’t his vendetta end?”

“He wanted to take over control of the Empire,” Padmé replies. “He was all set to take control when your father reappeared, spoiling his plans.”

“It was bound to happen eventually, the empire has been without leadership since the destruction of the Death Star,” Piett adds. “Kastellan was just one of those power hungry men who saw an opportunity and decided to take advantage of it.”

“Only he didn’t count on the return of Anakin Skywalker,” Luke puts in. “You ruined his plan, Dad.”

“Yeah, and I feel really badly about it too,” I reply with a smile.

“He might have succeeded had you not shown up when you did,” Padmé tells me. “And with him in control, the chances of peace would have been destroyed completely.”

“But Kastellan is dead now,” Leia reminds us all. “And there is still a chance for peace. But it all rest now on if these admirals accept you, Dad.”

“Yes, you’re right, Leia,” I tell her. “It’s time I spoke with them myself.”

“You’re in no condition to do that, Ani,” Padmé chides me, a frown on her face.

“Padmé, I don’t have the luxury of time,” I tell her. “These men have already been waiting here 3 days. The longer they wait, the less likely it is that they will listen to anything I have to say.”

“I’m afraid your father is right,” Piett concurs. “They are already quite frustrated with this situation, and have been asking a lot of questions. They need answers, Anakin, and it’s you who must provide them.”

I nod. “Yes, I know,” I tell him. “I have to speak with them before all hope is lost.” I start to sit up, assisted by my son. “Where are my clothes, Padmé?”

“Which ones?” she asks.

“My real clothes,” I tell her. “I will not put the breath suit on again,” I tell her. “Time for Darth Vader to be banished once and for all.”

She smiles. “I’ll get them for you.”

I sit back against the pillow, gathering my strength. I will need all of it now if I am to succeed.