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His dream was very close to realization, he could feel it; it was near. Eachevent fell into place, as he'd nudged it, with Jedi subtlety; as he'd pressed, withdelicate dark strength. "The Death Star will be completed on schedule, my master," Vader breathed. "Yes, I know," replied the Emperor. "You have done well, Lord Vader…andnow I sense you wish to continue your search for the young Skywalker." Vader smiled beneath his armored mask. The Emperor always knew the senseof what was in his heart; even if he didn't know the specifics. "Yes, my master." "Patience, my friend," the Supreme Ruler cautioned. "You always haddifficulty showing patience. In time, he will seek you out…and when he does, youmust bring him before me. He has grown strong. Only together can we turn him tothe dark side of the Force." "Yes, my master." Together, they would corrupt the boy—the child of thefather. Great, dark glory. For soon, the old Emperor would die—and though thegalaxy would bend from the horror of that loss, Vader would remain to rule, withyoung Skywalker at his side. As it was always meant to be.