SUMMARY:
Anakin Skywalker, Hero with no Fear, was branded as an enemy of the Republic along with the many other Jedi, and words has it that he was killed in the execution of Order 66. But the clones haven't found a body to justify this ordeal.
Nineteen years after, the Empire is on its heights. The Emperor Palpatine, failing to lure Anakin Skywalker, tends to control everything from birth. For him, the offspring of Anakin Skywalker is the perfect Sith lord. But it's a wonder: will the Emperor's efforts to raise his Sith apprentice, Darth Seunbir, be a worth?
Prologue
Aboard the Death Star
Darth Seunbir walks down the halls of the Death Star. Every person aboard the Empire's stronghold massive and deadly weapon steps aside, stops on whatever they are doing, and bows their heads whenever he is to pass. After all, he is highly respected by everyone if they don't want to end up being either strangled to death by the dark side of the Force, or be impaled with the gleaming red lightsaber of the Emperor's Right Hand. They won't dare cross the line to test his patience.
By the time he arrives to the commanding room, his commander, Moff Tarkin, instantly welcomes him and informs him, "My Lord, we've spent every remaining forces throughout the rest of the Outer Rim to find for any remaining Jedis." Tarkin smiles as he continues on his news, "They grow much lesser and lesser each day. The Force is no longer in their favor."
Seunbir chuckles.
His voice, though he is just on his late teens, cause a deadly chill in the air. After all, everyone throughout the galaxy know how that very voice orders the slaughter of men, women and children, innocent or not, since he was just a boy. Being raised by the Emperor himself since birth, he grew up to the upbringings of completely being possessed by the dark. And when he speaks with such absolute flamboyance of confidence and pride, one will wish that it will not be a death order.
"His Majesty wanted them fully gone," Seunbir continues as he watches Yavin 4 across the window panel ahead of him. "He told me that something big is coming up. That I must be prepared for it." He stops for a moment before turning to Tarkin with an interesting smile. "Seems like the reason why the Emperor asks me to be here is because they are here already."
"Here, My Lord? The Death Star's security is highly—"
"I don't mean it to be on that sense, commander. What I mean is that, they are closer than I thought they will be. After all, they are all aboard the Executor."
"Apologies, My Lord. But the Executor, your personal flagship, to be attacked…"
"Nothing to worry, Tarkin. I will not destroy the Executor to simply destroy every remaining rebel that are surely aboard my ship now. I want them alive. Not to mention that…"
"What is it, My Lord?"
Seunbir's smile widens to a much more interested one. "One from them is unknowingly a Force-sensitive."
Tarkin quirks his eyebrow. "That's... interesting."
"Very," Seunbir agrees. "I would like to know to what extent he could use the Force. If he tends out to be useful, the Emperor will surely be delighted to find another he could swayed and be trained. Perhaps... I could train this one myself."
Naboo
"Stormtroopers are everywhere," Leia says as she walks in the small apartment and closes the front door. "But I managed to talk with one of the rebels. I am glad that they didn't noticed me at all." She starts fidgeting with her shoes to remove them by the front steps and walks in around with her soft and flush footwear. "They told me that—"
She immediately stops when she notices R2 rolling from the kitchen with an apron against its cylindrical metal body, and also realizing that everything seems so quiet.
The droid tootles in greeting before stopping just in front of her.
Leia smiles at R2 and asks with a curious frown to the droid, "Why does it seem like it's only just the two of us at home?"
R2 beeps a reply.
"You're saying that Dad had Threepio in shutdown because of his constant chatter?"
R2 agrees.
"And... Dad?" Leia's eyes widen as she remembers something. She curses in Huttesse, and she starts putting on her shoes again and fixing herself up. "Dad will kill me. I almost forgot the date!"
R2 beeps a series of scolding to her.
"So sorry, Artoo. Anyway, thanks! I'll be right back, probably with Dad if he didn't kill me first."
At that, R2 giggles as he returns to the kitchen and Leia closes the front door again.
Leia walks in a rush down the halls of the Nubian city. She heads east and then a sharp curve to the main plaza. In her mind, she knows where she is going. Her father had always brought her there whenever they have some time being together, and the first time that she did came there, she was barely two years old. She didn't know why her father cried, not until she finally realized to whose honor it is done.
Imperial stormtroopers line the streets, but they don't know anything about Leia being secretly part of the Rebel Alliance. She easily slips through the crowd and made her way from the plaza to the side of the once illustrious palace. Situated close to it is her intent.
The place had been open to the public, but no one could find some time to be there, especially with stormtroopers everywhere. That's why, when she entered in through a dark cavern that stands as a mausoleum, it is not surprising to see that only one person is in.
The tomb was made for one of Naboo's influential queen and later on, senator during the expanse of the Clone Wars. It is not uncommon though for anyone to visit her grave being one great politician and protector of democracy. And her people honor her truly, for the place is well-taken cared of. Probably because of Leia and her father ensuring that everything will remain the same.
The mausoleum is a little bit cold. A stained glass depicting the picture of the deceased is very well illuminated by sunlight from the outside, and with the majority of the blue hue in the glass, it causes everything to be shadowed with a tint of it. In the middle is the grave itself, situated in one rectangular cube of black marble with flowers lying above it.
Standing across the front plane of the cube, looking intently at the stained glass is Leia's own father.
A/N:
Sorry if it is a short first chapter. But I would like to make an introduction at first. Anyway, you've probably read the summary already, and you could say that I've taken a different route with this one. Of course! I like to make it different. But I love to hear what you have to say. Forgive me for the grammatical errors! ?
Btw, what do you think of Seunbir? I am thinking of using Starkiller at first, but I want him to have a connection with Vader, making me come up with that name instead. I know you already have an idea who. And also Leia's father? Damn, who else? After all, I love him, especially in the Clone Wars! ?
May the Force be with you!
-Sydney Flaire