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Ben smiled, and took Zenobia's hand in a firm shake. "Well well, a CIS officer. How am I to judge, even the young where drafted into that terrible war." In truth, he'd long learned to put such a war behind him, all for the best. His smile was genuine. "I hope there are no grudges, seeing as we should all consider ourselves allies here." His gaze though had to drift, as he was getting such a rapid selection of introductions. "And you are a Miraluka. I have met one of your people only once before. And heard many rumors that chilled me to the core. At the very least I see potential on you, for great good. The Princess is in good luck to have you on her side." Ben didn't reach out to shake hands, but instead focused the last of his attention to Leia. 

Oh Leia... She looked so much like her mother. But in a sinking way he could see Anakin in her too. It was the way she carried herself. The way she smiled. The way... NO! Forget about it. More drastic things are taking place. "Well, I hope we don't take too long, but there is a great many things that need to be discussed. I believe your father knew more than anything how important our inevitable meeting would be. Despite how little he may have understood it." Ben gestured for her to follow, and then looked to the two droids. They where a ghost to him... Mistakes so easily noticed. But, he'd have to put that aside. 

The inside of his house was small, shockingly so. Enough for just the one man, and may two or three others at most to fit in the whole thing. Few belongs littered the house, with only the few essentials in plain sight. "I apologize for how... Unlived it seems. I have lived with so little, because at any point I would have to leave least the Sand people show an interest in harassing Ol' Ben Kenobi once more." He took a seat, and looked at Leia once more. "Now, I don't know about your miracle, but... I am going to tell you about your father... And how I owe it to the both of you to help you avenge him." In his hand, he held a lightsaber. A beautiful chrome handle, polished almost daily it seemed. He held the blade to the side, and with a press a blue blade shot through the air. "The man who gave this to me was your father. Anakin Skywalker. He was killed by Darth Vader, who I suspect pursues you as we speak."


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The deck of the Executioner was as always a place for Vader to look out across the Galaxy. Much like the name of his ship, Vader was an executioner. He passed judgement easily, willingly, and without hesitation. In truth, he knew no fear. Except. Tatooine. How could one planet rob a man of so much? Some days he imagined Tatooine burning, and the others he imagined it freezing like the proverbial hell it was. The Executioner appeared in the sky over the desert world, directly behind the Tantive IV. He suspected in a way that they'd fight back, but the Executioner's firepower was lethal. By the time he reached the back of the main deck, Vader suspected the Tantive IV would be dragged closer and closer by the tractor beams from his Star Destroyer.  

"Send a message to Tarkin. Let him know I have chosen the first target for his... Super Weapon." Vader spoke to one of the guards, and his pace remained the same. He had all the time in the world. They would NEVER escape him.