Well, if there is some kind of record for the time between posts, I believe this one would be a winner! My many thanks for all the emails and PMS of support and encouragement to continue with this series. Basically major life events, as well as the muse abandoning me for a couple of years has prevented the conclusion of this tale...up till now. No promises on posting schedule as of yet only that I will finish the story/series in about 5-6 chapters. Thanks again for your patience and as always, thoughts and comments are always appreciated.

Sar Dooku was perplexed.

He continued to turn over the small, black handled lightsaber that his battledroids had confiscated from Senator Amidala. Dooku did not perceive her to be Force sensitive and still, when he focused his powers upon the former queen, there was something peculiar about the way her presence shone within the Force. It was unlike anything he had ever encountered. But it did jog something familiar. If only he could remember….

"Count Dooku."

He glanced up. The droid comes to attention several meters before him. "Yes?"

"The prisoners have all been secured."

"Excellent, Sergeant." Dooku waved it off dismissively. "Now leave us."

With one fluid motion, Dooku entered through the holding cell's doorway where Padmé Amidala was suspended in mid-air with Force inhibiting binders. Extending his perceptions into the Force, he was once again perplexed by how it seemed to surround her, but did not flow through her like a typical Force sensitive. It was as if she was a large rock diverting a stream of water into two paths once it passed.

This was most curious indeed.

"Count Dooku you have gone too far! The Senate…"

"The Senate will do whatever is necessary to prevent a war," he interrupted with a sly grin. "I could put you and your colleagues to death and they would still try to broker a peace treaty over your cold dead corpses if I so wished it."

Dooku paused mid-step to note the panicked expression steadily growing across the young Senator's features. Besides her unusual presence in the Force, Amidala had the ability to shield her thoughts. No doubt her husband, the Chosen One, had shown her that useful, yet irritating skill. Unfortunately, Dooku didn't have time to break through her mental walls. By now, the Jedi were assembling the Grand Army, which would arrive shortly and there was still much to do.

However, this woman's abilities were absolutely fascinating. He had to get to the bottom of this mystery. "Rest assured, Senator. I have no intention of harming you or your colleagues."

Amidala stared. "Then why are you holding us against our will?"

"Come now, Senator." Sar walked around her. "Had we been in the reverse situation, I sincerely doubt that you would be trusting."

"I would at least be willing to listen to reason, Dooku."

"As am I." He paused, shooting her an offended glare. "Which was why I thought we could have a discussion like civilized beings. However…" Dooku resumed his pacing. "It seems that was too much to ask." Sar kept strolling, feeling the torrent of her emotions echoing throughout the Force. It seemed that her shields were slipping.

"What do you want, then?"

"Information, Senator."

"Information?" Her jaw squared. "I will not reveal any secrets of the Republic to you."

"For the moment, I could care less about the Republic."

"I… don't understand."

Dooku pointed at her. "I want to know about you and why you were carrying this." He pulled out her lightsaber. "I don't sense that you possess the requite skills to use this weapon and yet you carry it. Why?"

Amidala's eyes darted about the room. He could feel her resistance buckling. "My husband gave it to me."

"I gathered that," he replied impatiently.

"I keep it for sentimental reasons."

Wanting to impress upon her the urgency of the situation, Dooku pressed the blade ignition switch, bringing her weapon to life. The small holding cell became bathed in by purple hued glow of the blade. Sar nearly chuckled as it reminded him of his Jedi brother. Mace was an unusually powerful Jedi. What if her selection of crystal meant the same?

It then dawned on him.

A lesson from the past.

She couldn't be.

But it would explain everything,

"You are an augmenter. Aren't you, senator?" Amidala did not answer. She didn't have to. Turning her head away confirmed everything. "I remember being taught that your kind were only a myth."

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"Come now, Senator." Dooku lowered her weapon. "Lies don't become you. Besides, I would consider moving you into guest quarters if you were to use your abilities to do one simple task."

"I am not a circus animal!" Amidala spat. "I will not perform for your amusement."

"Or shall I put it another way?" Sar scowled. "If you don't indulge me, I will kill every member of your delegation. I am a patient man, Lady Amidala; but I will not tolerate much more of your insulting my intelligence."

"W-what do you want me to do?"

Dooku deactivated her lightsaber, holding it up to her face. "Summon it from my hand."

"But the Force inhibitors are active," her jaw quivered.

"If my theory is correct, it shouldn't matter. Do it!"

Amidala closed her eyes and at first, Dooku thought she was refusing to cooperate. But in an instant, he felt the weapon slip through the force field and into Amidala's open palm. Sar raised his eyebrows intrigued. He didn't feel any different, but he knew that the young Senator had siphoned his own Force abilities to call for the weapon.

Then it hit him. The Force was showing him the way!

With Skywalker coming and Kenobi only needing a little more encouragement, Amidala would be the key to have both men serve him and him alone. With their combined strength, they could destroy Sidious and make things right in the universe. Together they could bring about the end of the Sith and conquer the power of the dark side once and for all! It was there for the taking.

Dooku just had to make the right move.

With a wave of his hand, the force field holding Amidala disappeared and her binders fell limply as they and she herself dropped to the floor. She gave him a puzzled stare, but didn't speak as she rubbed her wrists. "Perhaps my response to your delegation's sense of caution was somewhat…harsh."

The Senator scoffed. "You don't say."

Pointing towards the door with his hand open, he ignored her sarcasm. "Please follow me, Senator. There is much to do if we are going to salvage this summit."

Amidala looked at him suspiciously. No doubt she was using her powers to judge his sincerity. Ordinarily this would have offended Dooku, but given the unique way this child could touch the Force, as well as her importance to his plans, he allowed it. "It will be difficult to get the others to listen."

"I will order their release at once." Dooku then folded his arms. "But there is something else that I need from you first."

"Naturally." She cocked her head to one side.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi is here as my guest and he has…. disappeared. I wonder if you might be able to find him before something unfortunate happens." He paused to judge her reaction. "After all, the Geonosians are distrustful of outsiders and should he encounter their warriors, well, I'm afraid that the situation might get for too out of hand."

"And why should I want to help you?" Amidala's face scrunched, her anger rising. "You attacked us, threaten to kill us and now I am supposed to believe that you now want to work with us? I'm sorry, but I am having a hard time believing anything you say."

"You will do it because I know the true identity of the Sith Lord who has masterminded everything, including the first blockade against your planet," Dooku replied. "And I also know that your husband is the Chosen One and what that bit of information truly means to the fate of the entire galaxy."

She only blinked. Yet, Dooku could feel the backlash of emotion raging within her. Amidala was probably shocked at being outmaneuvered. The reality of the situation should have been quite clear to her though, she had no choice. "I will do as you ask," she finally whispered.

"Good, Senator." Dooku replied, unable to hide his pride in his own superiority. "You've saved many lives. Now, follow me. We must move fast."

Obi-Wan again peeked over a rock, looking for any sign of approaching battledroids. He knew he had been fortunate to get out of the labyrinthine maze of the archduke's stronghold unseen. But that was over an hour ago. Surely Count Dooku had found General Grievous by now; but more importantly, had sensed his escape.

Obi-Wan nervously rubbed his chin. Something else has happened. Something more important than finding me. But what?

"Obi-Wan. This is Mace Windu. Can you read me?"

He breathed a sigh of relief as he flipped the comlink channel open. Obi-Wan had tried to make contact with the Council upon reaching the surface, but had only encountered static. It seemed as though the Force was again on his side. "Master Windu, I was beginning to think that the Council had forgotten about me."

A ghost of a smile flashed across the face of the normally unflappable Jedi. The image on Obi-Wan's comlink shifted from Master Windu to a panoramic view of the Supreme Chancellor's office. Several senators were present, as well as the majority of the Jedi Council and Palpatine himself. A second image suddenly appeared from the bridge of a destroyer with the remaining Council members in the background. Apparently much had occurred.

"Hardly Master Kenobi," Windu finally replied. "As you can see for yourself, we've been a bit busy."

Before Obi-Wan could reply, Chancellor Palpatine cleared his throat. "Master Kenobi, help is en route."

"That's good to hear," he responded sardonically. "What do you require of me in the meantime?"

The Chancellor continued unaffected. "The most important thing you can do now is provide us with is as much intelligence as possible."

"Of course, Chancellor."

"Specifically, we need to know where the Senators and the other members of the delegation are being held." Palpatine queried.

"They are being detained in the Archduke's catacombs, several meters below the main level of the palace. It is a rather circuitous pathway and heavily guarded." A distant scream from an indigenous animal caused him to turn away from the comlink for an anxious minute. When he saw nothing close enough to make him into that afternoon's lunchtime feast, he returned his attention to the holograms, "Since I was in a bit of a hurry, I cannot offer much more than that."

"It was probably for the best," the Chancellor replied sullenly. "No matter." His image turned to Windu and the other Council members. "Master Jedi?"

"Obi-Wan, we will be entering the Geonosis system in approximately one standard hour. It is imperative that you do nothing to alert the Separatists of our arrival." Mace ordered. "We have special commando units trained in hostage extraction. Master Yoda and I will be leading them. You will rendezvous with Master Ti and Master Unduli. They will be overseeing the ground assault. Brief them on the enemy's tactical situation upon their arrival."

"Of course, Master."

"Master Kenobi," Chancellor Palpatine again stepped to the forefront. "If you should come into contact with Count Dooku prior to the strike team's arrival, you are to arrest him under my authority. He is an enemy of the state, and will be tried by the Senate upon his return to Coruscant."

"I understand, Chancellor." Obi-Wan acknowledged aloud, but silently considered that he was not about to go after his Master's Master alone. Dooku was far too dangerous to face without substantial backup.

"We'll be there soon." Master Windu spoke once more. "Try not to get yourself captured."

"Believe me, Master." He glanced over his shoulder as another beast made a screeching noise. "That is my top priority."

The sun was slowly descending behind the hills surrounding the mountain village of Aurilla as Anakin sat down on the steps leading up to the Mother witch's hut. His thoughts were scattered and his heart heavy. His Master could no longer touch the Force. If it weren't for the nearly overwhelming feeling of revulsion over what he had witnessed, Anakin would not believe it to be possible. Ilianya Tro was many things, but Force null was inconceivable.

And yet, it was the reality he now faced along with the hundreds of other disturbing thoughts.

My destiny is hardly close to being fulfilled. How in the name of the Force am I to face it now without Ilianya's help?

I am truly alone.

"You are never alone."

Anakin whirled around to see the Mother witch standing in the doorway. She held guilty smile on her face. "My apologies for reading your thoughts. However," Bastila began, moving from the door to the empty spot by Anakin's side, "you were projecting loudly enough that every Force sensitive between here and Coruscant could have heard you."

"Sorry," Anakin shrugged.

They sat in silence. Anakin was not in the mood for small talk. Besides Ilianya's condition, there were even greater worries that plagued his mind—Padmé's present state being at the forefront. Anakin allowed his consciousness to reach out to Padmé through their bond. Instead of finding the peace and love that normally greeted him, he felt nothing but darkness. It surrounded her like a thick, oppressive blanket. He tried to penetrate the void, but was shoved back into himself by something abhorrently wrong.

Something terribly powerful.

"I have to go to her!"

"I know," the witch placed her hand on his wrist. "That is why I came to see you."

"Has something happened?"

Bastila nodded once. "There is a great disturbance in the Force. It is focused upon Geonosis."

"Tell Ilianya that I'm sorry, but I must go."

Anakin pushed to leave, but the witch's grasp tightened. "Son of the Sons, you need to listen! There is far more at play here than you realize."

The frustration coupled with his rising anger made it difficult for him to exercise the patience Illianya had preached since their first time together as master and apprentice. "All that matters is that I get to Padmé now! Everything else be damned!"

This time Anakin broke free of the Mother witch's grasp and he hurried away from the village. He had enough of these delays. The urgency in the Force was compelling him to his ship. Still, Bastila, unrelenting, continued to follow. "Anakin!" The normally unflappable witch shouted, giving him pause. "Your destiny has changed!"

He stopped abruptly and whirled about to face her. "What did you say?"

The witch steadied herself, her face awash with conflicting emotions, which troubled him greatly . "I'm not sure if I completely understand what the Force is trying to tell me; but somehow, what was once certain is now blurred. There are many new and far more precarious paths that have come into being. It is the first time in centuries that I find myself afraid of the future."

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Anakin wished that the Force would quit the theatrics and just simply come down from wherever lofty height she was presently standing upon and tell him exactly what she wanted. Time was of the essence and Geonosis wasn't exactly in the neighboring village. Still, Anakin also knew that to ignore Bastila's warning would be inviting disaster. He of all people as only too aware of the costs of ignoring the Force's warning.

"Thank you for your concern," he finally said. "I will do my best to keep mindful of the Force's will."

"This goes beyond that, Anakin." The witch responded dourly. "I feel there's been an awakening…that it centers on the choices you are about to make."

Choice.

That damnable word again. It always came back to what he did or didn't do and the consequences of action… or inaction. Anakin slammed his eyelids shut as the pain of a throbbing headache intruded on his many thoughts and worries. Sometimes he wondered how in the name of the Force he had kept from going utterly and irreversibly mad.

"What must I do?"

It was Bastila's turn to grow pensive. Before he could question her further, they both jolted as a snap of energy filled the air between them. The elder witch seemed confused by the change, but Anakin already knew the source was standing immediately behind her.

"My lady," he bowed his head.

"My child," the Force incarnate responded without her usual warmth.

Bastila fell to her knees, but what caught Anakin's attention was the lifeless expression on the Force's face. Gone was the inviting smile that had always greeted him. Something was very wrong, and he had the sinking suspicion that he was the reason behind the shift in her demeanor.

She seemed to have noted his discontentment and her expression softened—somewhat. "The Mother Witch is correct, Anakin. Events have been set into motion that was beyond my ability to control."

"That's impossible!" Anakin clenched his teeth.

To this the ethereal being only smiled, further angering him. Yet, the Force's infuriating, and also cryptic, nature revealed what he already knew. "The Sith," he breathed. "They are on Geonosis. And they have Padme."

The Force inclined her head. "They are, as are many others, involved in my affairs. And soon the Jedi will be on Geonosis as well." Her frosty countenance slowly shifted into one of sly satisfaction. "Our quarry will finally be in one place."

Tendrils of electricity shot through his body, as did the feeling of impending dread. "Quarry?"

"Have you already forgotten Master Tro's lessons so quickly?" The Force asked mockingly. "Do you not remember your experience at the Infinity Gate where I showed you those responsible for the imbalance?"

Never before in his life had Anakin felt so enraged, and yet completely petrified. "That both the Sith and the Jedi are to blame …"

The Force nodded solemnly.

For the first time in Anakin's many encounters with her, he felt fear. The murderous expression that grew more sinister on her typically lovely features brought back the many insinuations, the many warnings of his true purpose for being. He didn't need to go halfway across the galaxy to learn what must be done. He already knew that this possibility had existed since the moment Ilianya came into his life those many years ago on Naboo.

He was the sword of the Force.

He would serve as executioner to those who had betrayed her.

The blood of both sinner and saint alike would achieve the long sought Balance.

The Sith and the Jedi were both to be his enemies.

"No," Anakin shook his head violently. "I won't!"

The Force glided towards him, her soft hand caressing the side of his face. For a moment, he thought he saw genuine concern behind her clear blue eyes. Then any sentimentality disappeared, supplanted with immoveable intent. "Anakin…you are me and I am you. We are one in the same. One spirit. One power. One retribution!"

"But there are so many innocents!" Anakin gasped. "Surely…"

Seemingly ignoring him, she reached out and ran the tips of her fingers across his forehead. "My will is yours. Before he could protest, she continued. "Go to Geonosis now. The stage is nearly set."

A flash of light and the Force was gone, leaving Anakin staring blankly at Bastila whose sickened expression matched the churning feeling in his stomach. It seemed even an immortal could be frightened of the Force. Oddly, he took some measure of comfort in that.

Wordless, he turned and resumed his march to his ship. Bastila followed, but not nearly as eagerly. Perhaps a part of him wished that she would stop him or offer some sage-like advice? Yet their short journey came to an end as the landing ramp dropped and extended itself towards him. Looking over his shoulder at the still flummoxed Force witch, he offered her a curt smile. "Please look after Master Tro. I…I'll try to return when I can."

"Anakin," Bastila cautiously placed her hand on his shoulder. "The Force has done this before."

He stopped in mid-step. "What?"

"She has manipulated events to get what she wants," she sighed. "Many times, actually."

"I don't understand," Anakin sighed. "It's not as if another Chosen One, made of her essence, has come before me."

"No," Bastila shook her head. "But that is all the more reason to stop and think about what she is asking of you!"

"Think about what? How in the name of Naboo could any good come by me declaring war on both the Sith and the Jedi?" Anakin clenched his fists. "I don't know if our illustrious Force realizes it or not but I am only one man. I can't make waste of the universe on my own."

"That's where you are wrong!"

Both Anakin and Bastila turned to see Ilianya, who was dressed in her flightsuit and with her lightsaber clipped to her belt. She had the same knowing smile as always, unlike the person who had the Force ripped from her only hours prior.

"Ilianya!" Bastila squeaked. "You should be in bed, resting."

"Hardly," she chuckled bitterly. "No, I am right where I am supposed to be."

Anakin's brow furrowed. "I thought the Force was…"

"Ripped from me?" Ilianya grinned. "Oh come now, you two. You didn't honestly believe that I wouldn't know how to protect myself."

"But…I felt..." The mother witch stammered.

"Still much to learn," the former witch patted Bastila's shoulder. Turning to Anakin, she flashed him a sympathetic smile. "And now it seems the time has come for total truth between us."

"You could say that," Anakin huffed, not sure whether he should be delighted or aggravated at his Master's revelation.

"I'm sorry and I will answer what I know to be true. But right now, you and I both need to get to Geonosis."

"Do you need us to help?" Bastila offered. "I'm sure Torus and some of the others would want to join you."

Ilianya shifted her attention towards Anakin who was in a state of utter bewilderment. Since the moment Qui-Gon had discovered him, he had heard nothing but destiny and dire warnings of the future. It seemed that the far off future had finally arrived.

"No, but thank you, Mother. Your place is here with your people and to be prepared for…"

"I understand," Bastila dipped her head resolutely. "Be well, both of you."

The Force seemed emboldened.

For the entire day, the newly anointed handmaiden Avilla Castor sensed that something monumental was about to rise. It was powerful, determined. Indeed, Avilla was somewhat fearful that it was the Master about to reveal himself. Then again, she reasoned that it couldn't possibly be Sidious as it seemed far grander than even the supposedly all-powerful Sith Master.

No. This was something else entirely. It almost felt as if the Force was about to move worlds.

"Avilla!"

Shaking her head, she noticed the chief handmaiden Saché rushing into her quarters. "My lady?"

"Where have you been? I've been trying to reach you for almost an hour!"

Avilla glanced down and saw that her comlink was in fact flashing. Turning her eyes once again on Saché, she gave her fellow handmaiden an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry. I was lost in my readings."

"Never mind that," Saché waved her hand. "We need to get to the throne room immediately!"

"Why? Has something happened?"

The chief handmaiden nodded. "You could say that. Come along. The Queen is going to need us."

The journey to the throne room seemed to take an eternity. Avilla could not shake off the feeling of the Force not so subtly trying to tell the galaxy that a turning point was well at hand. If she did not fear the Master's retribution, Avilla would use her own powers to ascertain what exactly was on its way. He though was always watching.

Always waiting…

"Lord Skywalker," the heavy accent of Queen Jamillia broke through Avilla's ruminations. "What is your status?"

"I located General Tro and we just made the jump in hyperspace from over Dathomir."

Dathomir.

Witches.

Avilla, from her post near the entryway, glanced about the throne room to see no recognition of the planet. She shouldn't be surprised. Very few knew about the inhabitants' special gifts and Avilla was not about to revel her knowledge as it would lead to a long line of uncomfortable questions she'd rather not have to deal with, given her present circumstances.

"I see," Jamillia responded. "I regret to inform you that Senator Amidala and the rest of her contingent…"

"Were captured by Count Dooku," Skywalker finished for her. "Yes, we are well aware of the situation, Your Highness."

It hadn't taken Avilla long to learn how powerfully the Force surrounded the Naboo Overlord. What had surprised her, upon coming to this world, was how accepting the people were of his unique gifts. Perhaps it was the fact that he had saved their lives on several occasions? Or, it might have been the profound way that he could connect with anyone—from the greatest diplomat to the lowliest servant. Lord Skywalker seemed larger than life, and Avilla had no doubt in her mind that her Master was well aware of this fact as well.

"I've been discussing with General Panaka and Marshall Oliê our tactical options," the Queen offered. "But I was hesitant to commit our troops or launch a rescue without your input."

"There is also the matter of Count Dooku warning that any rescue would be considered a prelude to declaring war on the Separatists," Panaka chimed in.

"War has already begun, Hugh." Ilianya Tro stated as a matter of fact. "I sincerely doubt Dooku believes otherwise."

"General," Panaka stirred. "Are you…well?"

She dipped her head. "As well as I can be given the current circumstances."

A low murmur echoed throughout the room. Indeed, Avilla had heard a number of rumors surrounding the mysterious General. It had been whispered that she had been struck with amnesia after some mysterious accident only to then leave Naboo under even more unusual circumstances. However, she supposed that the real truth would never be made known to the masses.

"What plans have been made?" Skywalker asked anxiously.

"We have on good word that the Republic fleet is en route to Geonosis and plans are set to engage the Separatist's troops while the Jedi lead the rescue of the diplomats," Ric Olié responded. "Therefore, it is our recommendation to Her Highness that we should send support ships, but keep the bulk of the fleet in the sector."

Skywalker did not look happy. "Why? Are there any indications that the Trade Federation or the other Separatist worlds are about to attack?"

"No," Olié replied softly.

"But we think it prudent not to interfere with the Republic's rescue efforts." Panaka hurriedly interjected. "Especially since we weren't directly involved in their plans in the first place."

They were playing it safe. It was abundantly clear to anyone with half a brain. Avilla could even detect a bit of smug satisfaction emanating from General Panaka as he was clearly frustrating the Naboo Overlord.

"Your Majesty," Skywalker began, turning his attention to the Naboo monarch. "We have…intercepted ...a number of communications coming from and going to Geonosis. It would seem that besides Dooku, a majority of the Separatist leadership is either there now or en route. Prudence dictates that if our enemies are in the same place, at the same time…"

At this, Jamillia shifted forward in her throne. "Lord Skywalker, are you suggesting that we launch an offensive?"

"I am, Your Majesty." He replied with grim resolve. "And as General Panaka just pointed out, the Republic is using their forces to mount and support a massive rescue operation, which would give our forces the element of surprise."

Several arguments erupted at once. Panaka and Olié focused their mutual dissent on Skywalker while the Royal Court turned to debate one another. There was some anger, but what Avilla sensed most distinctly was overwhelming fear. The Naboo by nature were peaceful. And while they had been involved in several skirmishes over the past few years, the suggestion of launching a military offensive seemed almost profane to their peace-loving sensibilities.

Not that she cared. One way or the other, the Master would get his war, and these people along with the rest of the galaxy would be doomed. The only real question was when this would befall them.

"This is reckless!" Panaka's normally baritone voice raised several octaves, silencing the room.

To his credit, Skywalker wasn't angered. In fact, he was stirred to chuckle. "Possibly. But if we do operate a little out of the norm, there is a very good chance that we could end years of hostilities and finally bring the peace we've sought since the first blockade crisis."

The room stirred again. This time the voices were less agitated, but the concern was still present. The Queen rose from her place, moving closer to the holoviewer at the center of the throne room. "Do you have a plan?"

"We obviously don't have the time or the resources to form full invasion strategy. But what I do suggest is that we use the bulk of our Starfleet to support the Republic in orbit, preventing the escape of any Separatists—particularly those belonging to the Trade Federation. Meanwhile, our starfighter groups will pick off any ground targets of opportunity and seize any of the Separatist leadership who are trying to flee the planet."

"That's rather vague," Panaka challenged.

"It seems reasonable enough," the Queen softly countered

"Majesty!" Panaka sputtered. "Surely you aren't considering this?"

Jamillia seemingly ignored the General, returning her attention to the holoviewer. "And will you be leading the armada?"

"General Tro will be in forward command of our orbital group. I will see to the starfighters on the surface."

"I see," she pondered aloud. "My Lord, do you really believe that you can end this war now?"

"I do, Your Highness." Skywalker responded sincerely. "Otherwise, I fear Geonosis will only the beginning of a conflict that could last years. I firmly believe that if we are brave and willing to do what is necessary, we can stop Dooku and his people from causing any further destruction. We cannot turn a blind eye, Your Majesty!"

The room grew still. Avilla could sense and see every Member of Parliament, the Royal Court and the military's chief advisors focused on the diminutive queen. In fact, Avilla felt her own fears rise as the possibility of Sidious and Tyranus failing would mean that the truth of her family would be lost forever.

Her sense of panic was rising when the Queen finally made up her mind. "I agree. Senator Amidala as Queen created our military to protect us from those who wish to bring the sword. For the first time in our long history, we have the opportunity to use our might to prevent the worst from befalling, not only the Naboo, but also the rest of the galaxy. What would history say of me, of all us here today if we choose not to act and turned away out of fear?"

Shifting her attention to General Panaka, Jamillia continued, "Could you live with that, General? Could any of us?" Shaking her head, she said, "I will not stand idly by and allow other beings to fight a battle for us. Lord Skywalker, you have my permission to carry out your plan. Please communicate with the Security Council the specifics; meanwhile, General Panaka and Marshall Olié will initiate the mobilization process upon your arrival."

"Since time is of the essence, Your Highness, we will rendezvous with the armada just outside the Corellian route near Tatooine. It is less than a parsec from Geonosis and won't cause us to lose time by changing course to Naboo."

"Of course, My Lord." Jamillia turned her attention to the entire court. "Make the necessary preparations. The Security Council will meet in my quarters in one hour."

With a resolute nod towards Saché, the chief handmaiden informed the gathering, "This session of the Royal Court is adjourned. The Queen thanks you for your input and reminds you that these discussions remain secret."

The panic within was rising fast. Avilla knew what had to be done. Rushing through the crowd, she immediately stepped before the Queen, dropping down to one knee.

"Avilla?"

"Your Majesty, may I ask a favor?"

"What is it?" Jamillia's brow furrowed.

"While I am honored to serve at your side as handmaiden, I feel, given the gravity of the situation that my skills as a pilot will be needed during the battle." Avilla said quickly. "May I rejoin my old unit?"

The Queen turned to Saché who gazed upon Avila thoughtfully. The chief handmaiden then said, "I can coordinate with the military while Handmaiden Castor is attending to her request, Your Majesty."

"Very well," Jamillia said after a beat. Motioning for her to rise, she added, "But Avilla, please do be careful."

"Thank you, Your Highness. I will."

Dipping her head, the Queen answered, "Then inform Marshall Olié and report for duty, Captain."

Avilla couldn't help smiling. "Thank you. I won't let you down."

The Sith acolyte stepped back, allowing Jamillia and her entourage to depart. She had no intention of reporting for duty. No, Avilla—Dahlia—had a higher calling. It was her task to help Dooku survive and fulfill the Master's plans lest she never see her family again. Her deal with the devil was once again compelling her towards a course of action she feared would cost her everything.

Swiveling about in his chair, Anakin released a nervous breath. His attention though was not on the ship but on his co-pilot. It was time to get some answers.

"Now that is done," he paused. "Would you mind explaining to me now why I just convinced the queen to launch a full scale military assault?"

General Tro grinned mischievously. "You said it yourself, Anakin. This will prevent a war."

"Stop with the double talk!" He slammed his hand on the nearest control panel. "I want answers and I want them now!"

Ilianya's smile faltered. "Very well."

"For starters, I saw what the Mother witch did to you! You were cut off from the Force."

"It wasn't the first time that's happened to me." Anakin stared at her slack jawed as she waved dismissively. "Besides, I had a…visitor about the same time you did who helped speed up the process of my recovery."

"The Force."

Ilianya nodded once.

"Why?"

At this, the enigmatic General shifted her attention to the netherworld of hyperspace. "Anakin, the Chosen One was never supposed to bring about an era of peace. The Jedi got that horribly wrong."

"Then what…"

"Remember what I once taught you about the light and dark sides?"

Anakin was puzzled where she was trying to lead him, but he still recited. "That they are inventions of the living. There is just the will of the Force."

"Precisely," Ilianya acknowledged. "While you and I, the Jedi and everyone else in the galaxy have been worried about the Sith and their plans, didn't it ever once occur to you, given your intimate knowledge of the Force, she could have stopped them herself?"

"Yes," he whispered.

"Which then begs the question…"

"Why would she need me then?" Anakin pointed at himself. "A Chosen One."

"Now that is the three hundred million credit question." His Master's grin spread across her face.

"Don't you know?" Anakin accused, but he was trying to get a handle of the moment.

"Not…exactly."

"Wait! You said you would answer my questions!"

"I said I would answer what I know to be fact," Ilianya clicked her tongue. "And I swear to you, that is the one bit of information that escapes me. Although, I do have a theory."

"Then tell me," Anakin insisted.

"Are you sure?" Her eyebrow was cocked upward. "I very much doubt that you will like it."

"Tell me!"

"All right," she said with a sigh. "The galaxy, nay the universe, is based upon the rules of physics: time, space, matter—all in their proper places, performing their proper roles. And those of us who are able to wield the Force understand that she is, for the lack of a better description, the glue that keeps everything together."

"I'm afraid I'm not quite following you."

Ilianya shook her head. "Let's say that you invented a game for your two nieces, Ryoo and Pooja. You designed the board, the pieces, the goal and ultimately, you invented the rules." Anakin nodded. "So, once everything was set into motion and you allowed them to play the game, how fair would it be for you to then join in the first time they attempted to played it?"

"It wouldn't," Anakin rubbed his chin. "I made up the rules and so I would know how to win since they lacked any experience with the game."

"True," Ilianya acknowledged. "But even more fundamental than that, you invented the game for only two players and two players alone."

It then occurred to him. "The Force can't directly interfere because she can't change her own rules."

Ilianya nodded. "So then how could she get into the game then?"

There were many times in Anakin's life when the revelations of his destiny had hit him harder than any blaster could at its highest stun setting. Often, they would jar him or at worst, launch him into days and weeks of self-doubt. And yet, Anakin would endure because he had a purpose, as well as those around him whom he loved.

This moment though paled by far.

"I am the Force incarnate," he muttered mindlessly. "I was made to play the game that she herself can't play in directly."

"I'm sorry, Anakin." Ilianya sadly offered. "I truly am. And when the time is right, she will have you do her dirty work for her."

At this Anakin stormed to his feet. "Why would she want such a horrible thing to happen?"

"Who knows?" She shrugged. "I may be four thousand years old but I have yet to understand the Force's whims."

Feeling his pulse and his anxieties rise, he pleaded. "You must know something!"

"Anakin," his Master turned to face him. "I may not know the Force's actual intentions, but I do know you. You've never been one to turn away from injustice nor have you ever delighted in another being's misery. You are good and honorable and you've always done what you've felt is right."

Taken aback, Anakin was about to tell her that he didn't understand. That none of this made any sense. That all that he wanted to was to love his wife and their child and to be left alone in peace. He didn't want this grand destiny. He didn't need it. It had brought him nothing but pain. That if he could, he would walk away…

"Choice," Anakin almost yelled. "You always said there is a choice! The Force just said so herself."

At this, Ilianya beamed. "There's nothing left for me to teach you."

"And what about sending our forces?"

"Oh that?" His Master chuckled. "That was just me being petty."

"What?"

"I want that little minion of a Sith to pay for what he did to me on Korriban," Ilianya said grimly. "Not that I am all that unhappy with being mortal once again, but I'm still rather perturbed that he tried to crush me with hundred ton boulders." With a shrug, she added. "I figure taking away all his toys would be ample revenge."

Anakin didn't know what to say. On one hand, he was finally relieved to know the true identity of one of the Sith. On the other, he was a bit worried that Ilianya was still not operating on all thrusters. Still, whatever her motivation, sending the bulk of the fleet to Geonosis was the right thing. If nothing else, it would provide him the means to rescue Padmé, despite what the rest of the universe thought.

Saving her was his true mission, the only thing that mattered.

For the moment, the Force and the whole destiny matter would have to wait their collective turns.

Sabé watched in abject horror as the remote counter Padmé have given her approached zero. Not that she was afraid of following through with her orders, but after witnessing Palpatine's speech that Dooku was an enemy of the state, she was certain Geonosis would be a battle zone by the time of her arrival. It never failed that Padmé found herself in the middle of a galactic crisis.

Rising from her chair, Sabé walked to the eating area where she had packed her gear for the impending rescue mission. With all the staff gone with Padmé to Geonosis, Sabé had to prep the ship and gather together the weapons she would need. If only Obi-Wan wasn't away on some important mission…I could really use his help, she pondered while reaching over to slip a small blaster under her robes.

Never can have too many blasters at my side, Sabé smiled to herself

A soft chirping sound caught her attention, halting her packing. Sabé thought it was the counter reaching zero, but lurched in surprise when she saw that the holoviewer was flickering with an incoming message. Her heart rate elevated and hurried across the large quarters to reach the device. Hopefully it's Padmé and I will not have to worry about getting blasted into a billion pieces. Her fingers flew across the communication device to trace the source.

Sabé couldn't help beaming.

It wasn't the Senator, but it was almost as good.

"Anakin? Are you reading me?"

The holoviewer image flickered briefly before the image of her longtime friend came into focus. "Sabé?"

"Yes!" She nearly squeaked. "Where are you?"

"En route to Geonosis. We'll be there in a few hours. Is Padme safe?"

"I don't know," Sabé sighed. "I've not heard anything since the announcement."

"What? You aren't with her?"

She shook her head sadly. "Senator's orders. She left me behind in case it was a trap and gave me a Hypercom distress counter should she need me to initiate a rescue."

"Hopefully you have a squadron of commandos ready to go?"

Sabé snorted. "Unless you consider me a commando then I'm short a few bodies."

"Sounds like her style." Anakin groaned.

"I was getting my gear together and about to prep the ship when I got your call."

Anakin nodded. "I'm here with General Tro and we just finished speaking with the Queen. She has issued the order to send the entire fleet to Geonosis to aid the rescue effort and also prevent the Separatist leadership from escaping."

"By the spirits!" Sabé blinked. "She's going to start a war."

"Or prevent one," General Tro interjected.

Sabé's face scrunched. Apparently Anakin had been successful in saving the wayward military genius. Ordinarily, she would have replied with something snarky, but there were more pressing matters at hand. "What's your current position?"

He looked away for several moments. "Approximately one half parsec from Coruscant."

"Mind if I join you?"

"We'll lose a couple of hours."

"Not if we rendezvous at the base of the Corellian Run," she quickly countered. "Padmé left the Naboo Light so we should get there at around the same time. I can set the autopilot and have it return to Naboo."

He didn't answer immediately. Instead, Anakin seemed to be contemplating something difficult, as judged by the growing crease on his forehead. Oddly, Padmé had a similar expression when she was pondering something particularly tedious. Then again, she knew only too well how married couples seemed to gain their partners habits into themselves.

"No. We'll take both ships." Anakin finally said cautiously. "I have a feeling we might need them. However, let's instead rendezvous with the rest of the fleet just outside of Tatooine."

"Very well," Sabé quickly agreed, glancing down at the holoviewer map of the hyperspace lanes. "If I get underway now, I should be there in a little under four hours."

"I'll send the rendezvous coordinates directly into to your navicomputer."

"Until then, Anakin." Sabé gave him a hopeful smile.

"Until then, old friend."