SON OF THE CHOSEN.
Sequel to 'Tortured Soul'.
Palpatine kidnapped Rexan to escape when he was exposed; fourteen years later, Rexan Skywalker returns. He is angry, resentful, withdrawn_
Is he just a troubled, tortured, young man? Or is he something more sinister?
Rexan: 3 -17.
Luke/Leia: 14.
PROLOGUE.
Rexan screamed as Palpatine grabbed him and held him tightly under one arm, behind him he heard Padme pull herself to her feet; he had thrown her away from her son, now she flung herself at him.
"Don't you take my son!"
Palpatine snorted, lightning streamed from his fingers; she screamed as it struck, crumpling to the ground. Turning swiftly, Palpatine strode from her apartment; the boy screaming for his mother as she lay motionless on the floor.
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Anakin ran into his apartment_
And froze. Padme was sprawled on the floor, still as death.
Running to her, Anakin fell to his knees, "Padme?"
Her eyes fluttering open, she stared at Anakin. "Rexan..." Breathing heavily, Padme began to sob, "he took... Rexan."
Fear flooded him, scrambling to his feet, Anakin gently lifted Padme and helped her stand. "Find Master Windu, tell him what happened."
he didn't wait for her answer, he turned and ran; his heart pounding with terror for his son.
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Palpatine ran into the small shuttle and dashed to the cockpit, behind him he heard Anakin pursuing him; he had only seconds to take off.
Rexan screamed, sobbing as he thrashed under his arm.
The shuttle rose, lifting off the ground steadily_
the entire ship jolted, jerking downward; bellow, Palpatine saw Anakin, arms outstretched, dragging the ship back to the ground.
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Anakin reached out, using the Force to pull the ship down.
"Let me go Anakin," Palpatine's voice came through his com-link, "release the ship, or I will kill your son."
Anakin froze, his head snapping to look at the glass of the cockpit; Palpatine stood holding Rexan against his chest, his lightsaber ignited, held close to the three year old as he screamed. Anakin closed his eyes, he couldn't let Rexan be harmed, Palpatine knew it. His shoulders shaking, Anakin slowly lowered his arms.
The shuttle rose again, Anakin's knees gave out and he threw back his head and screamed.
x
The scream was a primal roar, a scream of pure agony and sorrow.
Master Windu ran into the Space Port, and skidded to a stop, the other Jedi Masters freezing behind him.
Anakin was on his knees, howling as the shuttle disappeared from sight; he felt his pain through the Force like a physical blow, even as his first plaintive wail ended another began, more soul shattering than the last.
