It has begun, the beginning of the end . . .

Now, what part exactly that last song plays in upcoming events will be seen later . . ..

Right now we are going to see what the Imperial side of things is doing.

Darth Vader

Things have not . . . exactly been unfolding as foreseen, I am beginning to see. Something has caused a tremendous disturbance in the Force which even NOW continues to defy examination. Indeed, I cannot even USE the Force to look forward to see what may come!

Several times when I had believed to finally part the veil hiding the disturbance from my eyes through my meditations . . . what I had seen was less than informative.

Actually . . . somewhat amusing I am sure, now that I actually think about it. However, at the time I was less . . . than amused.

Seeing the now departed (and gladly departed) old green fool, Yoda singing and dancing to some . . . weird song style with clone soldiers was not what I had been attempting to see.

What exactly is "hiphop" and where did that . . .abomination hale from?

http://en. wikipedia. org/ wiki/Image: HipHop Yoda.jpg

. . .

Nor was that episode I spied of a drug intoxicated Yoda trying to . . . molest some younglings rather . . . .something I could ever care to witness again.

. . .

As much as I loath the Jedi and that particular Jedi Master, I rather cannot see him actually having done . . . things like I spied whilst in meditation.

Most disturbing.

http://en. wikipedia .org /wiki/Yoda #Parody

I find this most vexing and I am NOT pleased. Hopefully my master shall be able to get a better view on things, but . . .

Transmission to contact him thus far have been also failing, due to incompetence no doubt!!

"Get that out of here!" I order, pointing to the body at my feet.

. . .

I do not tolerate incompetence in any form about me. Fear drives people to perform at their peak and I . . . . use that to my advantage. To the Empire's advantage.

"Lord Vader, this is getting slightly out of hand and I must insist that you stop doing that," the man besides me says calmly. "That is the third Stormtrooper that you've strangled while on your way up from the Detention Center with the Princess here!"

"Rather surprised that I made it up here in one piece," the princess (the traitor) snipes. "You know you really should keep your running dog here on a shorter leash! At this rate the Rebel Alliance won't need to fight you if he keeps . . ."

"Quiet!" both I and the Grand Moff shout, putting this insolent . . . female before us to silence.

. . .

But I would so very DEARLY love to wipe that smirk off her face she has right now. As it stands, the Grand Moff will do it for me . . . so very well then.

"Now Princess . . .," he begins, only to blink as a frantic technician suddenly try to override a signal that seems to be driving over almost all of the communication channels. A strange and slow, almost melancholy song begins to play and . . .

As the song begins the veil falls away and I . . . feel a sudden dread creep upon me.

I do not know why or how but I just had a vision of the Emperor . . . ordering my execution for High Treason?!

Why?

"Uh . . . Gran Moff . . . could you come here and . . .authenticate this please?" a female tech calls from the side, her voice barely a squeak.

"Nevermind that message you got," another tech shouts, not seeing the header telling just WHO it is from. "Just when and where in the hell did those damn Rebels get that?!"

"What?!" I blink, not expecting to see the image of that damnable proof of concept "prototype" Death Star. Yes, in the end it DID prove that the superstructure of THIS spacestation could handle the firing of the super lasers . . . but the bother of having to MAKE sure it could be done delayed an already VERY behind schedule much more than . . .

It was almost like for every step forward a NEW set of problems were just thrown in our way to slow us DOWN, but that said . . .

I can tell . . . 'tis better to make a strategic withdrawal. Later, I shall see why the Emperor has turned against me. Not as if I have a son so as to train as an apprentice and through BOTH our efforts we could overthrow the Emperor . . .

Fleeing may seem cowardly to you, but for whatever reason the veil has fallen and I know without doubt to stay here a second longer . . . will mean my death. Time to escape, make plans for revenge and then take what is MINE.

And . . . if the Rebels DO have that working prototype in working condition then we may have a harder time at crushing the Rebellion than first thought. I somehow feel, Force wise, that the weaponry on THAT spacestation (skeleton framework or no) is primed while OURS has . . .a bit to go yet before being ready to fire.

"Nice battle station you have here," the princess mugs--not aware of ALL the danger about her as we face off, Death Star to Death Star. She would say more but pauses only in consternation as I use to Force to . . . do something to better make my escape. The chaos which will happen will only be brief and alas our poor princess shall be mowed down by Stormtroopers while I make my break.

Only in the peripheral do I notice that on each and every monitor a strangely dressed (and saddened) woman is on display, making a noise from her mouth that . . .

Can a human vocal chord actually MAKE noises like that?! Sounds like an old style, ancient "modem" I'd seen in a museum so long ago and . . .

Why are all the droids in the room looking pole axed by that squealing woman?

"Oh Maker . . . it is the Prophet and she's . . . .upset with us," a ebony black protocol droid whispers to itself, upset.

"Now . . . what to do?" the woman on the display screens sighs, looking out at her audience like she's addressing wayward children who've disappointed her. "For those of the Church who are true I ORDER you to arrest those monsters who've betrayed the public trust and annulled any claim to legitimacy, making THEM the real Rebel scum when Palpatine gave that illegal Order 66 . . ."

"Arrest them," the strange woman snarls, pointing at a picture of ME, the Emperor, and the Grand Moff. "If they resist . . . bring their heads and forget everything else because they sure as Hell don't deserve to live because of THAT stupidity! If they resist . . .then they shall not deserve to continue . . . breathing."

1. "It's over," she finishes, seeming to look through the screens right AT me and . . . for the life of me I feel . . . chilled.

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