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Canaille, Aub? Gris MIA-KIA-BNR-398-0098-876-877.

Missing in Action, Killed in Action, Body Not Recovered

If it were possible, Vader thought that he might have sighed at the news.

Canaille, Aub? Gris

Canaille?

Kampher, Schurke?

For as long as he could remember, Darth Vader had retained a database of names on a 'watch list' - a virtual ear to the ground for persons of note. Jedi that may have come out of hiding to join the rebellion, Senators of note whose activities denoted more careful scrutiny, other persons of potential interest.

Canaille, Aub? Gris.

The daughter of former Jedi.

Kam and Schurke.

He had watched the career of young Canaille with great interest. She had joined the Imperial Academy in her 17th year, and had been an excellent student. Extensive combat training, intelligent, minor discipline issues due to temperament.

Anger is not the Jedi way?

But she wasn't a Jedi.

He had tracked her career from the beginning, watching for signs that she had inherited any Force abilities from her parents, hoping to snatch her from the clutches of the Emperor who would seek such a candidate for himself as a lesser agent, but to his dismay, if she did have any such abilities, she had kept them well hidden.

At least at first.

Feigning a general inspection of the graduates, he had met her only the one time in hopes that his instincts were actually correct, that a child of two Force sensitives would have at least some potential of their own.

He had been right. The potential was there. Like a bright light that had been intentionally shrouded by tossing a cloak over it, her Force ability called to him like a siren song. With the right direction, that light could be reflected and redirected to serve the dark.

To serve him.

An apprentice of his own.

Subtly and discreetly, Vader had orchestrated a few opportunities for his potential apprentice to prove herself. A minor command here, a successful mission there; nothing that would attract the attention of the Emperor - at least not directly - but simple tests to see if she was truly worthy.

And she had been.

And now, she was just another name to cross off the list of potential candidates.

Just another name, nothing more.

Kam and Schurke's daughter.

Aub??

'Dawn'

When the name had shown up on the list, his list of losses, Vader had gone to his personal training room and destroyed nearly a dozen combat training modules in an attempt to channel his rage - but what he was raging at he wasn't exactly sure, after all, it was just another name.

Aub? Canaille - daughter of Schurke and Kampher.

A child as he and? She? had been denied.

Schurke and Kampher had left the order, and although they too were names on his list, they had never shown up as being involved in any insurgent activities. Indeed, even though Schurke had become a politician on Correllia, neither he nor Kampher had ever shown the slightest signs of being anything other than ordinary citizens. Their son had followed the path of his mother, and Aub? had been nothing but a model citizen of the Empire.

In short, they had the life that he could have, that they should have had.

Beneath the mask, what remained of Anakin Skywalker bit his lower lip, and then he angrily pushed the feeling aside. Regret was for the weak.

Canaille, Aub? Gris IA-KIA-BNR-398-0098-876-877.

Missing in Action, Killed in Action, Body Not Recovered

Kampher and Schurke had lost their daughter.

Regret was for the weak.

Transmission date: 29.34.018

Transmission source: ISD Executor

Transmission origination: Re-routed via Imperial Center

Recipient/s: R.H. Canaille, Schurke & Kampher

Message follows:

Condolences on your loss of your daughter Aub?. She was lost with a garrison of the Academy's finest students and would have been a great asset to the Empire, in time.

In service,

Lord Vader

Message by courier:

Received at the Gubernatorial Offices, 3rd Sector, Corellia

TO: The Right Honorable Schurke Canaille, Governor 3rd Sector, Corellia

PERSONAL and Confidential

Pappa; Alive, well and with friends who think as I do.

Will come home when this is over.

The Force is with me.