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Lilith's POV
"What are your orders my dear?" Sidious questioned as he slowly strutted around me - almost menacingly.

I was brought down to my knees, my body still felt as if it was lit on fire from his torture; my mind was fuzzy and disoriented with small whispers making their home; and I felt - empty.

I felt as if I was a shell where only a broken soul resided - a soul too afraid to feel anything, thus making me abundantly numb. Even the hatred I once felt before was gone. I felt nothing but the heavy weight of my shattered spirit that was left behind due to my pain and suffering.

Kill the Jedi.

I slowly looked up to meet his yellow gaze, "Kill the Jedi." I echoed in a monotone, feeling as if the words weren't my own. Like I was nothing but a puppet, and he was my Master pulling the strings.

He smiled, "What is your name?"

Lilith.

"Lilith."

"And who is Anakin Skywalker?" He spat the name of the man he so clearly despised. The same one he claims was responsible for my almost death, the angel faced man with the scar. I had no memories of him, but I could see the image of his face as clear as if he was in front of me now - like a mental picture. I guess a face like that is not one that's easily forgettable.

Jedi.
Traitor.

"He's a Jedi and a traitor." I repeated back in a low tone.

Sidious nodded in approval to my words, he then stepped closer to me and rested a wrinkly hand on my shoulder - I flinched, "I believe we're done here. Now it's time for you to do what is expected of you - wipe out the remaining Jedi and most importantly Skywalker," He began to squeeze my shoulder, and a small jolt of electricity shot through his touch; prompting me breathe a pained whimper, "Don't fail Lilith."

"I won't."

I slowly walked down the hall, my body exhausted from the pain I was forced to endure. Pain that I would have to endure again if I didn't succeed in what was expected of me, "Lady Lilith."

I paused at the voice and side-eyed the clone trooper in white armor. I knew I had an army of them, I have faint memories of their faces and even flashes of fighting along side them - but nothing more than that, "What?" I questioned in a low monotone, my eyes taking notice to a number four on his helmet.

"I had the prisoner moved just as you requested, Jimmy is with her now - preparing to send her off in the escape pod." He informed me quickly with a respectful nod, "We're waiting on your orders."

I furrowed my brows and tilted my head to the side, "What are you talking about; what prisoner?"

"Senator Amidala," He spoke the name with a bit uncertainty before he removed his helmet to show me his face. I immediately took notice to the letter 'M' that was tattooed on the side of his temple, "Are you feeling alright?"

I nodded, "Yea I'm fine, what does the 'M' stand for?" I asked, nudging my head to the ink.

His furrowed brows deepened and he looked confused, "Max."