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In the city of Theed upon the planet Naboo a young man of 30 was about to embark on a course that would potentially leave the galaxy in turmoil. He had found out from his master that he intended to create the perfect person using the force, one who would be incredibly powerful and the greatest force user that ever had existed. Knowing that this was a subtle way for his master telling him he would soon be disposed of, he decided that he must kill him.
So it was in the middle of the night that this young man walked down the hallway of his masters home, an ignited sabre in his fist. His face set in a determined frown; he opened the door to his master's bedroom and stalked quieter than a cat to the bed. Looking at the sleeping form he was engulfed in hatred for this betrayer. Raising his sabre he stabbed down at master's prone form, instantly killing him.
Suddenly a blinding red light shot out of the found, splitting in to two pieces, one significantly larger than the other and perfectly black. The lesser of the lights speed from Naboo to a small backwater planet on the edge of the galaxy landing in a 30 year old woman instantly impregnating her.
The other sped in the opposite direction eventually reaching a planet that had not been discovered by the rest of the galaxy. Indeed this planet had only started exploring its own small system and had yet to go more than 100 light years outside of the planet. This planet's name was Earth.
The light its self hit a young boy just as he was leaving his house to go to school. This boy was 10. The light would grow and slowly corrupt the boy for the next ten years.
Ten years later
That same boy, now a twenty year old man woke up sweating and nervous, he had just had another dream of some planet blowing up. He had been having it for the last 10 years. Always the same, always the same reaction. He felt as if he was being called to leave, travel to some distant star.
He knew it was a warning from his gifts, though how he had these gifts was a mystery. His mother said it was magic, his father that it was an illness, and his pastor a divine gift. But usually his gifts only manifested under-stress.
Like one time when his mother was being threatened by a neighbour he had pushed the man's car straight through their living room window, uphill. Or more recently when he was out, and saw someone trying to get on his girlfriend. He had just lifted him up without touching him and started crushing all the bones in his body; it was only the terrified screams of his girlfriend that stopped him killing the twat.
But this morning something was different, he could sense someone downstairs talking to his father. Quickly throwing on his dressing robe he went down stairs. Setting in the front room was a man around his father's age, though with more grey in his hair.
Seeing him the stranger stood up, walked across and shook a bewildered looking boys hand, saying "hello Jake, I am Chancellor Palpatine, it is good to finally meet you"