"Where am I?" Iliana said as she woke up. Her eyes opened to the Emperor staring down at her.

"You're still in the command center dear," the Emperor said, walking away from Iliana when he saw she was awake. Iliana looked from side to side, noticing she was lying on a table in the back of the room.

"How did I pass out?" she asked, sitting up.

"I put you to sleep, nothing to worry about." The Emperor was sitting in a large chair that had been moved into the room while Iliana was asleep. It was positioned in front of the large window, the place where Palpatine spent almost all of his time.

"How long was I out?" Iliana threw her legs over the side of the table, the black dress being the only thing that reached the ground.

"About nine hours, your pain just wouldn't let you wake." Iliana was confused for a moment.

"Pain..." her face lit up, but not with a smile but a frown. "Luke! Oh Luke," Iliana held her head in her hands, just seeming to remember she had watch Luke die, or so she thought.

"Yes, Luke is dead." Palpatine smiled as he spoke. Lies and schemes were his forte.

"It's all my fault, I should have never asked Leia to bring him with us. Because of me he's dead," Iliana didn't look up as she spoke.

"You can't blame yourself Iliana, why don't you go back to your room and take some time to... mourn." The Emperor used the force to pull the table out from beneath Iliana, throwing her to her feet, and to open the door to the command center. Iliana trudged across the command center and out of the room, waving her hand and closing the door behind her. She slowly walked down to her room and slowly walked into it, the door once again fully functional.

All of the curtains in her room were either cut or burnt, there was a gaping hole cut in her banister, and her couch cushions lay scattered over the first floor of the room, surrounded by their stuffing. There was a whole bedpost cut down from her now crooked bed frame, most of her clothes lay scattered over the room, some of them torn to shreds, broken glass covered the floors, and the walls were dented from the impact of many of Iliana's decorations that had been thrown at the wall. There was a figure clad in all black kneeling before her bed, their hooded head resting on the sheets. Iliana picked a large chunk of wood from the ground, on of the pieces that used to be in her banister.

Iliana quietly creeped up her steps and right behind the figure. She held the wood up over her head, ready to hit the figure, but before she could swing the figure spun around and flung out a bright red lightsaber all before Iliana could blink. As the saber flung past Iliana, one of her hands flew to her cheek and the other to her stomach. As she let a cry ring out the figure dropped the lightsaber, and caught Iliana as she fell forward.