The Jedi & The Sith

55 BBY

DISCLAIMER: Some of these characters and world building belong to LucasFilm/Disney. The only fictional being created by me is Marilla, The Jedi, even though her species and appearance are entirely George Lucas's fault! (For that I thank him :D) and also the merchant Baldo. (The workings of the Oracle Stone due to lack of information are also original.

"The Jedi & The Sith" is the first story in a series of short fan fiction works evolving around the love present in some of the most famous Star Wars characters. This one tells you the story of Palpatine aka Darth Sidious and Marilla The Jedi in three different perspectives: The Present, The Past and The Future. They must unveil their destiny together: Why were they brought to one another? Why can't they use the Force when together? Palpatine and Marilla are bound by futuristic influential love.

Part one: The Present

Her

Sitting on the first stool of General Marsoo's eatery counter, Marilla, the Padawan, sips on a cool stored liquor, waiting. Occasionally she observes the rest of the place, dirty, dysfunctional and brown. Property of the poor General, who's rich enough for only one servant, himself. It couldn't possibly be clean like home.

Born in Shili, Marilla went to Coruscant very, very young to become a Jedi, like her father. He left when she was a baby to pursue the dream, but she never saw him again, who knows where he is now. Who knows if he's indeed a Jedi. Her mother died from the long journey to the planet so Marilla was taken by Master Yaddle, an old Jedi member of the Council. In Coruscant she looked for her father, but soon Marilla learned something else. A Jedi does not love; her father shall no longer be a concern. Yet, what brings her to this place isn't far from being considered a love mission.

Marilla has some of the most haunting features in the galaxy. She's a Togruta, a beautiful and rare one. Birthmarks cover her face in brownish lines on her cheeks, reminding everyone of an exotic animal. Instead of hair she has three lekku head tails that finish off in a crown on top of her head, they are stripped of a light purple, and they're long. Very long. The rest of her is much too ordinary, except for the Force, that's a feature she's glad doesn't show.

Marilla's hand caresses her most precious possession under the covers and the leather belt. She rotates the drink, thinking about what she came here to do. Ice clatters.

The Jedi looks over to the last client of the day. 'Probably a bounty hunter looking for trouble.' The man and General Brass Marshoo talk quietly about the best routes to Cloud City for a while. Then, the man stands pulling his dirty glass away.

"Anyway, it was bombad talk to yousa, Admiral." (Anyway, it was good talking to you, Admiral.) The General says, cleaning up the glass with a piece of cloth.

'An Admiral?' She wonders.

"You too Brass, keep on the good work." The Admiral notices Marilla staring and offers her a tip of his hat. She raises her glass in return and takes a final sip.

The place is empty, 'Finally.' She's been waiting for this all day. Leaving the glass on the counter, Marilla walks to meet Marshoo, he's one of the most well informed people in Naboo. A Gungan of the color yellow. 'The perfect assistance.'

"Ganna missa getin yousa anyth else, ma'am?" (Can I get you anything else, ma'am?)

He speaks in the Gungan dialect.

"I need to find a man."

"Missa m afraid da s no da kind of service weesa offer. And look at da time! Weesa re practical clos." (I'm afraid that's not the kind of service we offer. And look at the time! We're practically closing.) He stares at his wrist, stripped of any sort of watch.

"Who's we?" She asks daring.

"Excuse missa?" (Excuse me?)

"Look General, I'm a good person with a lot of means, so even if you don't want to help, I won't push it. But I really need to know about this man, otherwise I can't prove myself right." She reaches for the side of her belt and retreats what she has been holding below the robes. She places it on the table, carefully. It's an unlit lightsaber. Marshoo jumps back in response. "He's name is Palpatine."