With celebration and wary arms

As we entered the camp, more and more Tuskens came out of their huts as the one leading us seemed to quickly explain what was happening. While seemed to begin celebrating, others seemed a bit more cautious. We were quickly led into a small tent where a bloodied and **** Shmi Skywalker sat tied. We handed the device to the Tuskens who eagerly took it and left us alone in the tent. Luckily there wasn't any chance of them flooding themselves, we had made sure the water would stop once it reached a certain point on the device. It produced more once the level lowered, but we had to be careful about that else we turn Tatooine into an ocean world.

Untying the woman, we gently cradled her badly beaten body. It was clear she wouldn't have lived more than a few days without assistance. Healing would have to wait, after all we don't need anyone, even Tuskens, suspecting anything. We left the tent gingerly carrying Shmi, it would seem the Tuskens had begun a big celebration after planting the device into the ground. Perhaps we could do something with the Sand People in the future, but for now, Shmi was the only objective.

After having left the sight of the camp, Cypher vanished from the desert, returning to the Star Forge, hard at work creating The Prince. Though it seemed to run better when The Lord was present. Regardless, Cypher's task was completed and vanished, leaving The Lord in his place. As the Star Forge was remade to run off the ****, our sheer presence increased it's power. We took Shmi to a medbay, while it wasn't necessary, it would be better for her to wake up here than a strange dark room. Using the **** to heal the more major of injuries, we didn't touch the less life threating ones to let them heal on their own as well as putting the medbay to use. I also took the time to make sure she was clean and in new clothing, having practically only rags.

(Quick note: From now on, I'm going to go First Person, and at times a bit of third, as god powers let one know what's happening. Thank you for your patience and back to the story)

Shmi would wake up soon, but I'll be able to keep on eye on her from pretty much anywhere. Taking a look around the galaxy, it would seem Anakin and Obi Wan are currently on Coruscant acting as body guards for Padme. Good, that will give me time to begin manipulating events before they happen. Hmm... perhaps a third personality to maintain the "human" aspect of me. Despite having all this power, having separate people but still as one would be useful in managing these powers and perceptions of people until I get a full grasp on things. Though eventually it will be better to have other people entirely.

The Lord of the ****, not merely a user of the ****, but one who commands it in it's entirety. Not bound by Light or Dark, even the Whills have no power over The Lord. THEIR LORD.

Cypher, a bounty hunter, mercenary, and agent of The Lord. Cypher will be needed for more subtle operations or more violent ones.

Neoth, a charming and brilliant diplomat and speaker, though certainly not lacking in combat and **** capabilities. As the voice of The Lord, Neoth will be the one to personally meet people of interest until they prove worthy of meeting The Lord.

With that out of the way, it would seem Shmi was starting to stir. It would be best it would be best if she saw an actual face when she woke up, so it's time for Neoth to do his job. As Shmi opened her eyes, she found herself lying in a medical bed as well as cleaned and wearing clothing far more comfortable than she had ever worn. Just as she began getting a sense of where she was, she saw a man who looked like a king in all but clothing, only wearing clothes of a similar fashion of her own.

"Shmi Skywalker, welcome aboard my master's station. You were quite badly wounded, do you remember anything?"

Shmi tried to get up but was still too tired to full move from her bed. "Who are you? Where am I? All I remember was yelling and screaming. OH... What happened to Cliegg, he's not dead is he?" I know he's alive, but she doesn't need to know that now. "I'm sorry, but I'm unsure of who you're speaking of, my master doesn't keep track everybody." I could feel her confusion, it was obvious she was worried. "As for who I am and where you are, I am Neoth, and you are safe, off world." It would seem Neoth was a good idea, as her worry quickly faded, but her confusion remained. "How did you know where I was?"

"To put it simply, my master had great reason to track you and your well being. After all, you are the mother of his creation, or I suppose son would be a better term." The slow realization and shock that came after burned itself into my memory, it had only just begun.

(Sorry if the dialogue is a bit off, I've written before, but I don't think I've gotten the hang of dialogue yet)