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The Emperor raised his head a degree, scanning all the possible futures."Everything is proceeding as I have foreseen." He, like Vader, had plans of his own—plans of spiritual violation, themanipulation of lives and destinies. He chuckled to himself, savoring the nearnessof his conquest: the final seduction of the young Skywalker. Luke left his X-wing parked at the edge of the water and carefully picked hisway through the adjoining swamp. A heavy mist hung in layers about him. Junglesteam. A strange insect flew at him from out of a cluster of hanging vines, flutteredmadly about his head, and vanished. In the undergrowth, something snarled. Lukeconcentrated momentarily. The snarling stopped. Luke walked on.
He had terribly ambivalent feelings about this place. Dagobah. His place oftests, of training to be a Jedi. This was where he'd truly learned to use the Force, tolet it flow through him to whatever end he directed it. So he'd learned howcaretaking he must be in order to use the Force well. It was walking on light; but toa Jedi it was as stable as an earthen floor.