“My servant?” the Emperor asked, his eyes flicking to Parck. “I do not refer to Captain Parck,” Thrawn said. “I speak of another. Perhaps I assumed incorrectly that he was your servant. Yet he always spoke highly of Chancellor Palpatine.” The Emperor leaned forward a little, his yellowish eyes glittering. “And his name?” “Skywalker,” Thrawn said. “Anakin Skywalker.”
