Anakin had his eyes shut, letting pain take him, in any effort to shield it from his children. One hand stretched out, trembling slightly. "One kilometer south-southeast. There's music. Lots of poeple." He was straining to see, to sense what was around them, gleaning what he could from the senses they were ignoring.
Some screaming. Sounds of pain... of pleasure? The dragin within bristled, purring for the sensations. The pain and pleasure and--
"That club. The Witching Hour. They're inside." Then Anakin gasped, hissing painfully, his hand going to his side. "Leia's been stabbed. And--" They all would have felt the powerful blast of Force power Luke had just unleashed.