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Events were going quickly. Suddenly, maybe. Events worked quickly, and even Kenobi had to admit he couldn't control events in the way he'd like. Especially with the Jawas here... He couldn't guarantee a way for them to get off Tatooine. Just another guilt he'd have to live with unless Leia made them the offer. Ben took a step closer to the free land speeder, taking a seat and crossing his arms. He had much to think over. A Death Star? He had retreated so much into the force, that he was amazed that he never felt what she talked about. But then again... News would have traveled quickly of a weapon that could destroy planets. Right now, he was regretting his choice of backing Leia. She clearly seemed to have no interest in learning about the force. In truth, he felt... Dismissed. Unwanted. Yet she made the journey. That alone meant he should continue. 

"Princess, I recommend we leave as soon as we can if the Death Star is as dangerous as you claim it to be." He looked up into the sky again, and there was still no Death Star. No planet destroying station, yet. In a short while he felt it would be there. The force screamed, it pleaded and shook like a leaf in a storm. Like millions dying in a second. "Make your way to Mos Eisley. We can bring one of the Jawa along, they'll be far better with directions than an old man." Even if he couldn't save all of them, just the one would ease his guilt. 

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From the deck of the Executioner, Vader had a lovely place to stand and watch the incompetence of his soldiers. As green beams flashed through the sky, he watched with silence as the Tantive V's weapon systems were destroyed one by one. A display of steel warped by plasma fire, as the gaping maw of the star destroyer dragged it closer, and closer. Then, came the rebel ship. A smuggler ship so easy to tell apart from the others. "Flee little rebel... Flee." Vader whispered under his breath, but it came out as a booming roar for those standing nearby. But the ship did not turn to flee, it came in to attack. 

The blasts tore through the Executioner's tractor beam, and Vader felt... A sudden interest. He took a step closer to the screen, watching out onto the ship below as his men where made fools of. But Vader knew now there was a new interest. "Destroy the Ambassador's ship. If she or her crew are on board, then they will perish. The Death Star plans with them if so." His hand reached up, gesturing in the direction of the Revenant. So amused as he that when he squeezed, he spared the pilot. There was a sickening crunch of metal, but not one that could be heard in space. The engines folded together, metal and flame turning itself into slag almost instantly. The guns snapped, and the poor droids inside them would have seconds to flee. The crunch of metal, the twisting of the vessel. Vader stood there, watching with an emotionless mask as he tore the Revenant apart with his mind. The dark side's power turning hopes to dust. "Send out fighters to collect that ship. I want that pilot taken alive for questioning."

The Tantive V never stood a chance. Those still on the ship when the Executioner fired upon it were the lucky ones. Torn apart by an array of blaster fire, sent drifting out into space to die in fear. The unlucky ones made it to the escape pods, only to be collected by Vader. He stood there as ships where brought in, storm troopers gathered around to collect the survivors. 

"Tell me, which of you was the pilot who flying the ship that managed to take out the tractor systems?" Vader demanded, standing there with nothing to protect him. Nothing except himself, and a fair share of storm troopers, guns, and the force. In all honesty, he didn't need any of that to be unafraid.