"Phantom Fears"
Authors notes :: Hiyas! This is my first offical Star Wars ficcy. I hope you enjoy it! It's currently a work in progress. I'll try to get as many chapters up as I can. Be patient. I'm a busy AP student.
Also, I want LOTS of reviews. If I don't get feedback, I don't continue. That's seems fair, right? So, if you enjoy it, please review. ^_^
Also, of course, these characters belong to George. We know that. Except for one. I'm introducing my newest villian creation. You'll have to read on to found out more about him.
This story takes place not too long after Phantom Menace. Maybe about a year, if that long.
So now, for your reading pleasure..... Phantom Fears.
~~'colie~~
Roaring conversations and arguements were already blossoming around the senate. Chancellor Palpatine proudly stood upon his platform in the center of the huge room with two assistents there with him. Upon his right sat the senatorial secretary, Cerrid Lynn. She was a nervous woman who loathed causing even the slightest disturbances. Her perfectionistic qualities were clearly what landed her the job. The Chancellor had a particular dislike for her, but thought it best to keep that opinion to himself for the time being.
Upon his left side stood a rather grim-looking man called Damion. He appeared to be in his mid-twenties, yet he had a sickly figure. He was overly thin with a pale complexion - so pale, in fact, that one couldn't tell there was any color other than white upon his skin unless they stood nose-to-nose with him. Large, black eyes were hard to not look at, for they were much larger that anyone else's and seemed to hold an enticingly haunting gaze. His hair was currently in a black ponytail that brushed against his shoulder-blades. He wasn't much to look at, yet for some reason he always held attention. The Chancellor was quite fond of the boy.
After gazing at his chronometer, the Chancellor stepped forward to his podium. His emerald green robes swished a bit. Silently he cursed the terrible attire he was forced to make his apperances in. He gazed around at the senate, then to the Naboo box. The young queen had come again to make a plea for her people. The senate didn't seem to have much respect for her mostly because of her age, but the Chancellor assumed they would listen now. After her grand display of difiance last time the senate ignored her, how could they not listen? Besides, he used to be the representative for Naboo. If they had any respect for him, surely they would listen to her. "Or else," he thought.
"Attention!" Chancellor Palpatine demanded. The senate grew as quiet as it could considering the numerous crowd in attendence. When the noice went from a roar to a hum, the chancellor spoke again. "Members of the senate, I present Queen Amidala of Naboo."
Nervously, the young queen stepped forward upon her platform and gazed around the senate. Although dressed like woman, she felt like a child. She stood as confidantly as she could. Her dress, long, sapphire blue with hints of silver throughout, displayed the artistic beauty of the Naboo. Blue and silver beads were woven into her hair and sparkled like the rarest sort of jewels in the intricately twisted and tied art form her hair had become. White powder made her face look like that of the finest porcelin doll. In some ways, she felt like one - fragile and eaisly-broken. She forced a serious expression upon her porcelin face. Naboo's historical symbols were painted in red upon her cheeks and lips.
"I come before you today for the sake of my people. Since our victory against the trade federation and their droid armies, there have been small attacks upon Naboo. They are not droids; we are quite sure of that. However, we have not been able to clearly indentify the source of these -" Amidala began but was rudely interrupted.
"This is an outrage!" a bitter viceroy spat. "Return when you know who is attacking! Return when you have proof!"
"How would you have me obtain proof?" she retorted, matching his attitude and tone perfectly, "The entire planet is on the highest level of security. Both the Naboo and Gungan nations have searched for some sort of clue to this mystery. I think, perhaps, the attackers isn't one -we- can indentify."
Damion glanced at the Chancellor. Their gazes locked for a moment, but no one paid any attention to it.
"Then what are you suggesting, your majesty?" the Chancellor inquired.
"I would like to form alliances with the neighboring planets in the event of a war breaking out. Naboo certainly is not fit for such violence. I would also like the Jedi council to be informed of our present condition. Perhaps they can detect whatever it -" Amidala continued, but she suddenly grew quiet.
Darkness seemed to swallow everything around the young queen. Her eyes nervously darted around and squinted as they struggled to see. Her ears didn't noticed the roar of questions coming from the senate. She didn't notice herself begin to fall. She didn't feel Captain Panaka's strong embrace catching her in mid-fall. She didn't really feel anything except cold.
~*~
~~jedi 'colie~~
Authors notes :: Hiyas! This is my first offical Star Wars ficcy. I hope you enjoy it! It's currently a work in progress. I'll try to get as many chapters up as I can. Be patient. I'm a busy AP student.
Also, I want LOTS of reviews. If I don't get feedback, I don't continue. That's seems fair, right? So, if you enjoy it, please review. ^_^
Also, of course, these characters belong to George. We know that. Except for one. I'm introducing my newest villian creation. You'll have to read on to found out more about him.
This story takes place not too long after Phantom Menace. Maybe about a year, if that long.
So now, for your reading pleasure..... Phantom Fears.
~~'colie~~
Roaring conversations and arguements were already blossoming around the senate. Chancellor Palpatine proudly stood upon his platform in the center of the huge room with two assistents there with him. Upon his right sat the senatorial secretary, Cerrid Lynn. She was a nervous woman who loathed causing even the slightest disturbances. Her perfectionistic qualities were clearly what landed her the job. The Chancellor had a particular dislike for her, but thought it best to keep that opinion to himself for the time being.
Upon his left side stood a rather grim-looking man called Damion. He appeared to be in his mid-twenties, yet he had a sickly figure. He was overly thin with a pale complexion - so pale, in fact, that one couldn't tell there was any color other than white upon his skin unless they stood nose-to-nose with him. Large, black eyes were hard to not look at, for they were much larger that anyone else's and seemed to hold an enticingly haunting gaze. His hair was currently in a black ponytail that brushed against his shoulder-blades. He wasn't much to look at, yet for some reason he always held attention. The Chancellor was quite fond of the boy.
After gazing at his chronometer, the Chancellor stepped forward to his podium. His emerald green robes swished a bit. Silently he cursed the terrible attire he was forced to make his apperances in. He gazed around at the senate, then to the Naboo box. The young queen had come again to make a plea for her people. The senate didn't seem to have much respect for her mostly because of her age, but the Chancellor assumed they would listen now. After her grand display of difiance last time the senate ignored her, how could they not listen? Besides, he used to be the representative for Naboo. If they had any respect for him, surely they would listen to her. "Or else," he thought.
"Attention!" Chancellor Palpatine demanded. The senate grew as quiet as it could considering the numerous crowd in attendence. When the noice went from a roar to a hum, the chancellor spoke again. "Members of the senate, I present Queen Amidala of Naboo."
Nervously, the young queen stepped forward upon her platform and gazed around the senate. Although dressed like woman, she felt like a child. She stood as confidantly as she could. Her dress, long, sapphire blue with hints of silver throughout, displayed the artistic beauty of the Naboo. Blue and silver beads were woven into her hair and sparkled like the rarest sort of jewels in the intricately twisted and tied art form her hair had become. White powder made her face look like that of the finest porcelin doll. In some ways, she felt like one - fragile and eaisly-broken. She forced a serious expression upon her porcelin face. Naboo's historical symbols were painted in red upon her cheeks and lips.
"I come before you today for the sake of my people. Since our victory against the trade federation and their droid armies, there have been small attacks upon Naboo. They are not droids; we are quite sure of that. However, we have not been able to clearly indentify the source of these -" Amidala began but was rudely interrupted.
"This is an outrage!" a bitter viceroy spat. "Return when you know who is attacking! Return when you have proof!"
"How would you have me obtain proof?" she retorted, matching his attitude and tone perfectly, "The entire planet is on the highest level of security. Both the Naboo and Gungan nations have searched for some sort of clue to this mystery. I think, perhaps, the attackers isn't one -we- can indentify."
Damion glanced at the Chancellor. Their gazes locked for a moment, but no one paid any attention to it.
"Then what are you suggesting, your majesty?" the Chancellor inquired.
"I would like to form alliances with the neighboring planets in the event of a war breaking out. Naboo certainly is not fit for such violence. I would also like the Jedi council to be informed of our present condition. Perhaps they can detect whatever it -" Amidala continued, but she suddenly grew quiet.
Darkness seemed to swallow everything around the young queen. Her eyes nervously darted around and squinted as they struggled to see. Her ears didn't noticed the roar of questions coming from the senate. She didn't notice herself begin to fall. She didn't feel Captain Panaka's strong embrace catching her in mid-fall. She didn't really feel anything except cold.
~*~
~~jedi 'colie~~