Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Star Wars. This is merely a fanfiction.

Author's Note: Okay, now that that's out of the way, I recently played through both Force Unleashed games and a couple ideas popped into my head for the plot of the third game. This story is those ideas put down. I hope I will be able to satisfactorily end Starkiller's story. And so, I present the final entry into the epic tale of Starkiller.

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A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...

STAR WARS

THE FORCE UNLEASHED III

A glimmer of hope spreads across the galaxy. DARTH VADER, the Imperial Dark Lord, has been captured by Rebel agents and held prisoner on the planet Dantooine.

As the clone of GALEN MAREK, a.k.a. Starkiller, struggles to reconcile his origins, he has become a valuable agent to the fledgling REBEL ALLIANCE. He finally begins his formal instruction as a Jedi Knight under GENERAL RAHM KOTA.

Little do the Jedi know that Imperial forces have conspired against them. Darth Vader's master plan to convert the wayward clone to the Dark Side is on the verge of fruition. Once completed, it will usher in a new era of darkness that the galaxy has never seen before ...

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A small Firespray ship cut through the darkness of space, leaving a trail of flak in its wake. Onboard, a small comm unit began beeping. Boba Fett sighed as he pressed the accept button. His contact was calling.

A small hologram sprang up before the bounty hunter's face. It was a man shrouded in black; his face hidden behind a black scarf. A hooded cloak further concealed his identity. The figure folded his arms. "Bounty hunter. Status report."

Fett leaned back in his chair. "I've followed those wayward Jedi all the way from Kamino. They've taken Lord Vader to Dantooine."

"Ah, the old Jedi outpost. This will be more fun than I initially thought."

Fett snorted. "I could retrieve Lord Vader myself. Easily. For a fee, of course."

The Man in Black waved him away. "Not necessary, bounty hunter. You will fall to that clone's skills."

"Feh. I've killed more than my fair share of Jedi."

"Not like this one. This one is ... different. And besides, this is all according to plan."

"Hey, I'm just trying to make your job easier."

"Nevertheless ... it is ... necessary ... that I be the one to free Lord Vader."

"Doesn't make any difference to me as long as I get paid."

The Man in Black pressed a few buttons on a device strapped to his wrist. "I've already taken the liberty of depositing the credits into your account. Your services are no longer required. The Empire shall call upon you if they are required again."

"Fine by me. I've got a contract on Tatooine with a very angry Hutt anyway."

The Man in Black disappeared, as Boba Fett flipped the lightspeed switch. In the blink of an eye, Slave One was gone.

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The Rogue Shadow cut through the atmosphere of the emerald planet of Dantooine. It's engines shifted as it alighted on the outdoor hangar of what was once a Jedi Academy. Several Rebel troops assembled as the hatch of the Rogue Shadow opened.

Starkiller took a deep breath as he exited, looking around. The planet had a ... serenity ... to it. A lightness in the stomach. For the first time since he awoke from that incubation tank on Kamino, he felt at peace.

"What a dump."

Starkiller looked behind him, eyebrow raised, as General Rahm Kota hobbled drunkenly down the ramp.

Starkiller smirked. "You've gotten into the Tarisian ale again, haven't you General?"

Kota held up his hip flask, waving his finger very close to Starkiller's eyes. "Now don't go lecturin' me, boy! An old man's allowed a few comforts. Besides, this planet's seen better days." He shrugged as he staggered toward the entrance to the Academy. "And worse."

"By the way, it wasn't the Tarisian ale he got into. It was Corellian. He's taken a liking to the spicy stuff." Juno Eclipse made her way down the ramp, followed by Proxy.

"Well this is a lovely place," the droid remarked. "A good place for me to continue my mission of trying to kill you, Master."

Starkiller smirk grew wider. "I see Kota hasn't taken the time to remove that particular program."

Juno ran her hand across his shoulder. "Well, it'll keep you on your toes. Not that you'll need it with me around." She winked and followed Kota who had started yelling obscenities at a statue of a Jedi.

Behind them, several Rebel troops descended the ramp. The sound of mechanical breathing echoed through the atmosphere. The other Rebels watched in a mixture of awe and horror as several technicians wheeled Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith down the ship's ramp.

"Make sure those bindings are secure," one Rebel officer ordered. Starkiller tried to keep his eyes off his old master, but the mask was fixed directly on him. Vader's last words to him continued to ring through his ears.

"As long as she lives, I will always control you."

Starkiller turned away, trying to avoid looking at the Sith Lord. A young Rebel pilot sauntered over to the group. Wedge Antilles shook Starkiller's hand. "That was one heck of a performance. Never seen anything like it. You singlehandedly crippled the Empire's cloning operation and captured Vader. Anyone that can add even more wrinkles to ol' Emperor 'leatherface' deserves a medal in my book."

"Er ... thanks," Starkiller said, awkwardly shaking the pilot's hand.

The technicians nodded to each other. The Dark Lord was secure. Kota pointed a drunken finger at Vader. "How's about we put that General Grievous wannabe in the sublevels, eh? And keep an eye on 'im!"

Juno raised her eyebrow. "General who?"

"Nevermind. Just a droid-guy we Jedi fought in the Clone Wars. Vader kinda reminds me of him."

Vader turned his head away from Starkiller, cocking his helmet at Kota. Kota, meanwhile, clapped his hands at the technicians. "Well, c'mon! Chop, chop! The Council wants an update! Let's go!"

The technicians wheeled Vader away, deep into the sublevels of the former Jedi Academy.

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Rahm Kota, having sobered up, stood in a large, circular room as three holograms of Mon Mothma, Garm Bel Iblis and Bail Organa appeared.

Mothma was the first to speak. "Well done, General Kota. The capture of Lord Vader will certainly put the Emperor on his toes."

Kota nodded. "We will begin interrogating him immediately."

Bail shook his head. "I do not expect him to talk. Vader has a stronger will than we realize. I would not have him remain on Dantooine for too long."

"Indeed," Bel Iblis chimed in. "Vader cannot be left on any place for too long."

"What about his trial?" asked Kota. "Is he not stand justice for his crimes?"

"In good time," Mothma replied. "The completion of the Emperor's superweapon has put a ... strain on our plans."

Starkiller, who was listening in the shadows with Juno, perked up. "Superweapon?" He held his hand to his eyes as visions ran through his head. Kissing Juno before falling back into oblivion. Facing Vader. The Emperor cackling as Force Lightning ran through him. An explosion. Light. Then nothing.

Juno noticed his struggle, and rubbed his shoulder. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Fine, just ... flashbacks. I still get them from time to time. Memories from ... from my original template."

Juno drew closer, her lips near his ear. "To me, there is no template. You are him, returned to me. You came back from the dead ... for me."

Starkiller put his hand on top of hers. He wanted to argue, tell her that the man she loved was gone. But she was so adamant that he was Galen Marek. Perhaps Kota was right ... a Jedi could not be cloned. He wished it were true, but in his heart of hearts, he knew that he was nothing more than a shadow of a dead man.

Kota continued arguing with the Council. "Vader has to stand trial for his crimes! Publicly! We have to show the galaxy that the Rebellion is strong enough to take on the Empire. Vader's death will rally more systems to our cause! And the Senate-."

Mon Mothma cut him off. "Things are worse than ever, and will only get worse with Vader's death. With the completion of the Empire's battle station, the Emperor will soon move to dissolve the Senate. The Imperial Moffs will be given direct control over their territories, and with this battle station backing them, not even Vader's death will be enough to sway public opinion."

"We need him alive," Organa said. "Long enough to find some weakness to this Death Star. A weakness that we can exploit."

Kota nodded, accepting their decision. "What will you have me do?"

Bel Iblis cleared his throat. "A detachment will be sent to pick up the Dark Lord and move him to a new location for interrogation."

"And as for me?"

At this, Bail actually smiled. "The Death Star is a symbol of Imperial might. The Rebellion needs its own symbol. In fact, the very same symbol of honor that kept the Old Republic together."

"We need the Jedi," Mon Mothma continued. "We need their symbol of hope on our side, to encourage dissenters to Imperial tyranny."

"There may be other Jedi out there," Bail said. "And we will keep an ear open for all of them. But so far, we have two with us. You. And the Jedi called Starkiller. With your consent, we would like you to continue to train Starkiller in the ways of the Jedi. Use this academy."

Kota bowed his head. "As you wish."

Bail smiled. "The Empire believes it extinguished the light of the Jedi. You two are a flickering, yet lively candle. Keep the light alive, General."

"I will indeed."

"May the Force be with you."

The images of the three Rebel leaders disappeared, and Kota turned to Starkiller. "You hear that, eh kid?"

Starkiller couldn't keep the grin off his face. "Does this mean you're going to start calling me Padawan instead of kid from now on?"

"Don't push it, kid. And I already have a training exercise in mind for you."

Starkiller frowned. "What is it?"

Kota began pacing. "There are some ruins not far from this enclave. Inside is an ancient Star Map. Find it."

Starkiller cocked his head. "That it?"

"Pretty much."

"Is there something you're not telling me?"

"Isn't there always?"

"General ..."

Kota threw his arms out in exasperation. "What do you want outta me, kid? You want me to throw an entire legion of stormtroopers at you? I suppose I could release Vader and have you try to recapture him for your first training exercise."

Starkiller rubbed his sinuses. "Okay, okay. I suppose I should be grateful. Find the ruins, find the Star Map. I'll begin immediately."

He secured his twin lightsabers on his hips. Juno squeezed his hand. "Good luck." She pecked him on the cheek.

"No such thing," Kota sang.

Starkiller looked at him, then headed towards the Academy's exit.

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An old estate on Dantooine lay in smoking ruins. Security droids and personnel lay on the grounds, battered, beaten, defeated. Flames chewed upon the mansion.

KABOOM!

The mansion's garage exploded as the Man in Black speed out of it on a stolen swoop bike. He programmed the coordinates. The old Jedi Academy.

Ten minutes and counting.

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Starkiller walked through the grassy fields of Dantooine, enjoying the warmth of the sun and howls of the iriaz in the distance. He could see the ruins about a mile off, and headed in that direction.

"Hello traveler!" The voice rang out through the darkness. A Rodian had set up a small sales stand full of grenades, blasters and vibroblades. The Rodian waved him over, but Starkiller shook his head. "I don't need any weapons." He pointed at his lightsabers.

The Rodian chuckled, speaking in his language. "Even a Jedi needs extra weapons. You cannot always rely on a lightsaber."

"I've gotten along with them pretty well."

"Even so ... perhaps you could convince some of the Rebels that have taken up residence to buy from me. The name is Adum Larp."

Starkiller wasn't impressed.

"So you heard the Rebels were here and decided to cash in on their need for weapons?"

"What? No, I've been here my whole life. My father, Adum Larp, set up this stand, as did my grandfather, Adum Larp."

"Wait. Everyone in your family is named Adum Larp?"

"Correct. We honor our ancestor, the original Adum Larp, who sold weapons to the ancient Jedi Revan, which gave him the edge he needed to save the galaxy."

The name sounded familiar to Starkiller. "Well ... that's very interesting, but I have a mission to accomplish and -."

"Then you should buy some of my weapons! The best Corellian heavy weapons this side of the Outer Rim! You may need them against the kath hounds."

"Kath hounds?"

"Fierce predators. They usually stay away from the farmers, but they have been known to attack those venturing out onto the plains by themselves."

"Like I said, I'll be fine."

"Very well. I wish you would venture out more protected, but so be it. Don't forget to tell your friends about Adum Larp's stand!"

Starkiller merely nodded, and headed out towards the ruins.

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The Man in Black hid in the shadows of the Jedi Academy/Rebel Base. He slid behind a column as two Rebel soldiers walked past. He slipped through the shadows, into the next room. Ah, a computer!

The Man in Black approached it, slicing into the terminal. He uploaded a datapad into it, and grinned as several Alliance targets and bases were downloaded. With a pop, he pulled the datapad free, securing it into his pocket.

He turned ...

And was met with the snap-hiss of a lightsaber as General Kota and several Rebel troops aimed their weapons at him.

"An Imperial spy," Kota commented. "Lock him up in the sublevels."

The Rebels grabbed him, and patted him down, looking for any weapons. None. They nodded, satisfied that he was unarmed.

"Keep a guard over him," Kota ordered. "There's something strange about him."

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Starkiller moved through a large, rocky area. It was quiet. Unsettlingly so.

There! A tremor in the Force!

A kath hound lunged at him from above. With blinding speed, Starkiller slew the beast with his twin blue lightsabers.

But as the one fell, five more took his place. They surrounded him, moving in for the kill. Starkiller grinned, as he spun his blades idly.

There was a pause, as the kath hounds and Starkiller waited to see who would make the first move.

Impatience got the better of one of the hounds. It lunged - Starkiller twisted out of the way, before summoning a rock to hurl at the beast, knocking it clean unconscious. Two kath hounds came at him from the right and left. Starkiller squatted, thrusting his lightsabers out to the sides, finishing the two off instantly.

The fifth beast was the largest of them all - a bull kath hound. It circled Starkiller, looking for an opening. Finally ...

It charged.

Starkiller was initially surprised at the toughness of this particular beast's hide as the blade of his lightsaber barely grazed it. The beast charged again - Starkiller flipped over it, and deactivated his weapons. As the creature made to charge once more, Starkiller gathered Force energy and released it in a devastating array of Force Lightning.

The bull kath hound turned and ran off to lick its wounds.

Satisfied, Starkiller turned and headed for the ruins. There was a path that led underground, but the door leading there was sealed. The Jedi clone examined it for a moment, before he saw a slot for a lightsaber. What do I have to lose? he thought as he activated one of the blades and inserted the weapon into the slot. There was a moment's pause, and the door opened.

Starkiller felt an immediate chill as he entered the ruins. Behind him, the door resealed itself. No turning back now.

He moved through another set of doors - and there was what appeared to be an ancient droid. Next to him was a skeleton, clutching what appeared to be an ancient lightsaber. The droid whirred to life, and began speaking in an unknown dialect.

Starkiller cocked his head. "What?"

The droid began speaking another dialect.

"I ... can't understand you."

The droid paused, before it began speaking in the language of the Selkath. "I can reproduce any of the languages spoken by the slaves of the Builders."

"Now that I understood," replied Starkiller. "But who are these Builders?"

"The Builders are the masters of the galaxy, the conquerors of all worlds, the rulers of the Infinite Empire and the creators of the Star Forge."

Starkiller narrowed his eyes. Those words sounded familiar to him. More memories flashed in his mind ... memories from Galen Marek. During Marek's training, Darth Vader had told him about the history of the greatest Sith Lords. Marek had learned all about the Star Forge, and about the Jedi Civil War. And the great traitor, the Dark Lord Revan who went groveling back to the Jedi after nearly dominating the galaxy.

"The Star Forge was ... destroyed. Nearly four thousand years ago," Starkiller said.

The droid's circuits whirred. Starkiller's news of the Star Forge's destruction didn't seem to register in the droid's memories. "The Star Forge is the glory of the Builders, the apex of their Infinite Empire. It is a machine of invincible might, a tool of unstoppable conquest."

"Not really. It was destroyed four thousand years ago."

"The ... the Star Forge is the glory of the Builders, the apex of their Infinite Empire. It is a machine of invincible might, a tool of unstoppable conquest."

"Hmm," Starkiller spoke to himself. "This droid must not have heard the news." He spoke up to the droid. "Tell me, is there a Star Map in these ruins?"

"Enter the proving grounds to the east and west."

Starkiller looked and saw doors on the left side and right side of the room.

The droid continued speaking. "Within them those who understand the will of the Builders can unlock their secrets and open the doors behind me."

Starkiller saw another door on the other side of the room. That must be where the Star Map is located, he thought.

He made sure his weapons were secured on his side, before entering the first door on the east. The door sealed behind him, effectively trapping him inside. There was the whirring of machinery, as another ancient droid whizzed to life.

The room was awash in laser fire, and Starkiller's lightsabers were out in a moment, deflecting the attacks. He charged, leaped high in the air, bringing his dual-swords down in one slash -.

- and was effectively thrown off balance by the droid's personal deflector shields. Starkiller scrabbled to his feet as a rocket came directly at him. He rolled out of the way hiding behind a column.

Crab-like feet scuttled the droid around the room, preparing for another rocket. Starkiller began to regret not buying an ion gun from Adum Larp. Spinning his blades, he deflected more laser fire, before gathering Force energy.

I've got to overload those shields. He unleashed Force Lightning, which was absorbed directly into the droid's shielding. Come on, come on, he thought. Lightning poured continually, before the droid's shields turned blue and then vanished.

The Guardian Droid collapsed in a smoking heap.

Starkiller looked around and saw an ancient computer terminal. He pressed a button, and the terminal sprang to life. Odd letters scrambled across the screen. "Oh great, a language I can't understand. I'm going to kill Kota."

As soon as he spoke, a receptacle opened up. Figuring he might as well, Starkiller placed his datapad into it. The computer read through his pad, before reconfiguring its language to Galactic Basic.

Starkiller read what came up on the screen. It posed to him a question. "Interrogative: Identify the three primary life-giving seed world types."

Below were a series of answers: Oceanic, Grassland, Desert, Volcanic or Arboreal.

He scratched his head. "Guess my original template should've listened better to Vader during his training." Half-hazarding a guess, Starkiller put in Oceanic, Grassland and Desert.

The terminal beeped.

"What do you mean incorrect?"

Behind him, the Guardian Droid sprang to life. "Again?" Each time he got a wrong answer, he would have to fight this droid again.

The droid reacted instantly by spraying him with laser fire. Starkiller sighed, as he repeated the process, blasting the droid with Force Lightning, reducing it once again into a heap. He turned his attention back to the computer. "Let's try this again." His answers this time were Oceanic, Grassland and Arboreal. He looked behind him. This time the Guardian Droid stayed down. "Guess I got it correct."

Starkiller briskly walked past it, and headed to the proving ground on the west side. As he entered, he saw another Guardian Droid waiting for him.

Just great.

Starkiller, without wasting time, blasted it with Force Lightning, frying it into a heap. There was another computer, and he repeated the process. This time the computer's test asked for the death-giving seed-type worlds. Starkiller answered Desert and Volcanic.

Apparently, his answer was correct. As before, this Guardian Droid didn't come back to life.

Re-entering the initial room, he was pleased to see that the third door had been unsealed. He walked through.

In the back of the room, he could see what appeared to be a closed Star Map. He began walking towards it when he heard footsteps behind him. He whirled around to see a figure standing in the door of the room. As the figure stepped into the light, the doors sealed shut.

It was a Cathar. A female Cathar. "I will be your doom" she screeched as a red lightsaber sprang to life from her hands.

"I knew this was too easy," he sighed, and in a moment his twin blue sabers were ready. He took his casual battle-stance, the blades held in a reverse grip. The Cathar Jedi threw herself at him, and he crossed his lightsabers in front of him, deflecting her attack. He Force Pushed her against the wall.

The Cathar leapt to her feet, attacking in a graceful dance. Starkiller effortlessly parried with one blade, before swinging the other. She ducked, and Force Pushed him against a column. Starkiller hit his head and saw stars.

He looked up to see the red lightsaber flying towards his head. He dropped to his knees, the blade cutting through the column, as it returned to the Cathar's hand.

Starkiller sprung up into the air, landing hard, bringing both his blades to bear on his enemy. The Cathar staggered below the force of the blow, and Starkiller swept her feet out from under her. His opponent spun up onto her feet, and her eyes widened as she saw Starkiller in midair, preparing a Force Repulse attack.

She was blown clean across the room, and she hit her head on the stone wall with a sickening crack. She slid to the ground, and as Starkiller stood over her, her appearance changed.

She had transformed back into Starkiller's personal droid. "Proxy?" he asked.

Proxy rose to his feet, dusting himself off. "Hello, Master."

"What are you doing here?"

"Why Master Kota sent me here of course. He wanted me to ... oh what were his words. Keep the kid's mission from being too easy. Of course, my primary programming is still to kill you, and a droid never fails in his programming."

Starkiller rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, I've noticed. But I'm not familiar with that new program you used."

Proxy raised a finger. "Oh, Master Kota reprogrammed me with the data files of several Jedi who used to reside here on Dantooine. The one you fought was a war hero from during the Jedi Civil War. But ... allow me to try another."

"I'm really not in the mood, Proxy."

"Good. That will make my mission of killing you so much simpler, Master."

Before Starkiller could stop him, Proxy had transformed again into a beautiful young woman wielding a yellow saberstaff. "This one is called 'Program Bastila', Master."

"Bastila" spun her saberstaff, before leaping at Starkiller. She was quick and efficient with her double-sided weapon. And, despite being a Jedi Knight, she was quite proficient in the use of Dark Side powers.

Which Starkiller realized once he got a taste of Force Lightning. Two can play at this game, and he blasted Bastila with lightning of his own. Bastila deflected it, before edging her way into battle, hammering away at his defenses.

Their sabers locked, and Bastila began overpowering him. Starkiller deactivated one of his blades, before summoning a piece of rock to hurl at her. Bastila waved it away, and that was all the distraction he needed as he Force Repulsed her away.

Bastila recovered in an instant to see a lightsaber flying at her head. She used to the Force to knock it away, only to turn to see Starkiller flying at her with his other weapon, bringing it down upon her head.

The blow connected, and "Bastila" transformed back into Proxy. "Another excellent duel, Master. I was certain that this one would destroy you for sure. But oh well, this means that next time, I get to use 'Program Revan' on you."

"I can hardly wait," Starkiller commented. "Let's find this blasted Star Map and get out of here."

"As you wish, Master."

The two of them approached the closed Star Map, and it blossomed to life, showing four planets in particular: Tatooine, Kashyyk, Manaan, and Korriban.

"How wondrous" Proxy exclaimed.

"I can't believe I just went through all that for this. If Kota calls this training, I -."

Starkiller's eyes suddenly rolled into the back of his head, and he collapsed onto the floor. Proxy stood over him. "Master?"

Starkiller was having a vision. The Rebel base inside of the Jedi Academy ... burning. Vader freed. Stormtroopers. And a Dark Figure he couldn't see, yet was somehow familiar. And then he saw another vision.

It was a hospital. Surgical droids were standing over someone, but Starkiller couldn't make out who it was. He pushed his way past the droids to the operating table and saw -.

"JUNO!"

Starkiller jumped to his feet in a cold sweat, looking around frantically. "Oh, thank the stars," Proxy exclaimed. "I thought that you were malfunctioning master!"

Starkiller held his forehead in his hand. "I saw a vision. The future, I think. Something bad is going to happen - soon! We have to get to back to base!"

"Master?"

"And Juno! I think something is going to happen to Juno!" His hands gripped his lightsabers. "Not if I can help it," he snarled. And with that, he sprinted out of the ruins, Proxy frantically in tow.

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The Man in Black sat on a stool in a small cell in the sublevels of the Jedi Academy. A laser wall was used instead of bars and a Rebel troop stood guard over him. The Man in Black looked at a timing device on his wrist. Now.

Clearing his throat, he stood up. "Excuse me ... guard?"

The Rebel troop barely turned around. "Quiet."

"I need your help with something."

"Forget it, Imperial scum."

The Man in Black held out his arms. "It's just ... I think there's something wrong with my cell. It smells like there might be a gas leak."

"A gas leak?"

"If it goes off, this entire building goes up in flames."

The Rebel troop turned around and stood directly in front of the laser wall. "I don't smell anything."

The Man in Black waved his hand in front of his face. "You want to deactivate this cell."

"I want to deactivate this cell," the guard responded, as though mesmerized. He hit the switch, and the laser wall instantly vanished. The Man in Black exited.

"Why thank you kind sir," he said to the guard. "But you should not have let me out. You need to be punished for freeing a prisoner." He held out his hand, and the guard began chocking. With a wave of his thumb and index finger, the Man in Black used the Force to snap the guard's neck. "Apology accepted." He gathered his cape as he stepped over the corpse.

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Darth Vader stood in darkness, held captive in the Force suppressor. He looked up as the door opened, and the Man in Black entered. He bowed his head before the Dark Lord. "I have arrived right on time, my Master."

"Impressive," Vader replied. The Man in Black waved his hand, and the Force suppressor began sparking, before it shorted out. The front of it opened, and Darth Vader stepped out. A little worse for wear after Kamino, and with one hand missing. But he was still as imposing as ever.

The Man in Black kneeled before him. "What is thy bidding, my Master?"

"We put phase two of my plans into action," the Dark Lord thundered. "And for that, you will be needing these." Vader reached behind him with his remaining hand, and procured two lightsabers from behind his cape. He handed them to the Man in Black, who accepted them gratefully. "As well as this." Vader produced a small, odd-looking black vibroblade from within his boot, handing it to the kneeling man. "You may rise. We have work to do."

Vader made for the exit door, as the Man in Black stood up to follow him, eyeing his new weapons.