A/N: so, I just saw Star Wars Ep. 7 The Force Awakens. It was epic, felt just like watching 4,5, &6. So kudos to Disney for doing a swell job. Now here's the thing, I'm no good with remembering names and terms and stuff like that, so bear with me as I write this fic. Which, it won't be beta'd, and, this story contains SPOILERS FOR EP. 7! If you haven't seen it, don't read this because you won't know shit.
Please enjoy and drop a comment,it's be really helpful! And correct me on any SW terminology politely. I'm not a huge SW fan, but I do love the movies. They were my childhood. So I'll do my best in their honor. So... Here goes nothing... I feel like puking...
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Prologue:
"Palpatine, what are we going to do? If the cou-" Jedi Dallana was cut off by her lover. Both were young, Dallana having turned nineteen and Palpatine almost twenty-one.
"Dallana, we'll run. When the baby's born we can just give it to someone and go back to our lives. I can't have this marring my records if I am to ever become a senator. And you'll at best get a slap on the wrist for running away, but no one can know about the child." Dallana's emerald eyes widened in surprise, then darkened with anger.
"No." the silvery blonde haired woman stated defiantly. "I don't know what happened to you, Palpatine, but you're not the man I fell in love with." Palpatine scowled, anger shadowing his handsome features into something more sinister, before they smoothed over into one a passive aggressive malice.
"This is for the best, Dallana, see some reason. The child will have a happy family, you'll be a Jedi master, and I'll someday be Chancellor for Naboo. Everything will be as it should." Dallana looked down, knowing Palpatine was right but this was their child. The one they made out of love. Palpatine sighed in defeat as he watched The young jedi's mind reel. "I know it hurts, darling, but it is only for the best. We can always watch from afar."
"But, it's not the same, Palpatine." Dallana choked out as she leaned into his embrace. He frowned as the emotionally sensitive Jedi sobbed. But, he had won, like he always does.
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A figure dressed in black ran through the night, carrying a small bundle in their arms. Dallana refused to lose this battle. Palpatine can think he won, but she would be their daughter's mother even if he won't be a father. Dallana dropped down into the alley before dodging into the hidden doorway.
"Mother?" The young Jedi called softly. Rustling noises came from the kitchen area of the old house.
"Dally?" An old, weathered voice called out as an woman stepped into the entrance way. Dallana's mother was mixed, just like Dallana was. Which led to both Dallana and her mother to age very slowly. Her mother, now nearly a century old still looked like she was in her early thirties. "Is that you?" Before Dallana could reply, little Daldati let out a soft cry. Sisydania, Dallana's mother stopped. "Is that..."
"yes, Mother, I made a foolish mistake. I... This is my daughter, Daldati Ulsa. Palpatine wanted nothing to do with her. He wanted to get rid of her! Mother, please, I beg of you help me raise her. I love her." Sisydania was silent for moment before she directed Dallana into the living room. By the end of the evening Daldati and was settled in her mother's old crib. "I'll be back for you, my sweet girl. Mommy loves you." Dallana whispered as she set off back to Naboo where she would answer for her wrongdoing.
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"I'm so sorry to inform you. Jedi Dallana Ulsa was killed in battle. She died a hero protecting the people of Aldonis." Sisydania collapsed into her grieving granddaughter's arms.
The next week the two heartbroken women stood by the casket as it was laid into Dallana's tomb. Daldati was only ten, but Palpatine could feel the power in his daughter as she cried out for her mother to come back. He could feel the light inside of her dim, even just a microfraction. But, that was all he needed.
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Daldati Ulsa ran. She ran from everything. From the Jedi, from the Republic, from Darth Sidious. She ran from it all at the age of twenty. So young, yet has already seen the bad side of the galaxies. Made her rounds, paid her dues, and made her own path. One that didn't need to be light or dark. One that was in the grey. Therefore she was strong, stronger than the Sith Masters and the Jedi Masters. Because she made her own way. Where wrong and right were nothing, yet everything. She made the rules, she had control. No one could stop her.
No, she would be untouchable. Take what she wants, when she wants it, do things her way. Palpatine wouldn't ever be able to find her, no matter how hard he would try, she would always stay out of his reach. And she did so, watching as the Empire fell, then watched as the First Order rose from its ashes. She watched the Republic be destroyed. Watched as the ominous planet explode and create a new Sun. Little did she know it would all bring her would down.
That was, until a certain Sith stumbled onto her base.
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So, there's the prologue, if you hadn't noticed this will be a Kylo Ren/OC fic... So yeah... And Han Solo is dead.