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Yoda meandered along, gimmer stick aiding his limping steps. Long ears twitched as he hummed and chuckled to himself before his dry voice muttered.

"A strange place this is, think I might remain I do."

While the elderly Jedi was a bit confused as to how he'd arrived, and where he was, he had long since chosen to follow where the Force sent him, content in allowing himself to be lead, rather than controlling that which was greater than himself.
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Vader is basking in his own silence, all aside from the rhythmic  robtic sounding breathing from his helmet. While normally he would be doing at least something, in this place it was all beyond him now. Soon his son would be fully by his side and the Emperor would fall beneath them both. But could he really set his son down the same dark path? Such questions should not arise within his mind, but he finds the thoughts still lingering.

"Soon the time will come."

He spoke outloud to himself and no one else. Soon the Empire would be within his grasp. Soon his son would stand by his side. And soon would peace be restored by his making. He would have control over it all.

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Luke is brooding quietly. Ever since his encounter with Vader - with his father - he's been thinking. He's here, where ever here is. But he knows what he has to do if her ever gets back. He has to train, he has to prepare, and he has to strike down the Emperor. And if necessary, he will ensure that the Galaxy is prepared and unified for the threat his niece - his future niece - says is coming. He won't let it happen. Not now. And not ever. All he needs is the power.