This story contains characters and situations from the
Star Wars universe. I
don't own Star Wars; it belongs to George Lucas and Lucasfilm Ltd. No
money is being earned and no infringement is intended. Please don't sue,
because I'm just a poor college student and have no money.
Distribute as you wish, with disclaimer intact, but please contact me before
posting it on another web page. OK? I welcome any, and all constructive
comments to me at: swbriatharen@yahoo.com :~)
Story notes:
The song used in this song-fic is Streets of Philadelphia by Bruce
Springsteen. It was written for the movie Philadelphia. The song
belongs to those entities, not to me.
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Streets of Coruscant
by Bria
March 17, 2003
I was bruised and battered
I couldn't tell what I felt
I was unrecognizable to myself
I saw my reflection in a window
I didn't know my own face
Oh brother are you gonna leave me wastin` away
On the streets of Coruscant
Anakin Skywalker hurried through the streets of Coruscant. He had to
get away. From the crowds, from the Jedi, from her.
Padmé...
With a heavy heart, Anakin had realized he had had to made a choice he
never wanted to make. He'd left his beloved behind. She, along with the
Jedi, had been slowing him down, and the path before him required that
he take action.
He passed a storefront window, and it took him a moment to recognize
his own face. He was changing. His face not quite so open, his emotions
much more controlled. Why had it come to this?
How had the galaxy spun so out of control? When had the government
become so irrelevant? Someone had to assert total power. Although his
heart had wished otherwise, he had seen he could no longer support
Padmé's and the Republic's goal. Peace was a noble goal, but
sometimes action was required. Had she not said the same thing herself,
all those years ago on Naboo?
I walked the avenue 'til my legs felt like stone
I heard he voices of friends vanished and gone
At night I could hear the blood in my veins
Black and whispering as the rain
On the streets of Coruscant
On and on Anakin walked. Farther and farther he descended into the
depths of Coruscant. A normal person would've stopped for a rest by
now. However, as the so called "Chosen One," he was far from normal.
Despite his personal feels about the so-called prophecy, he knew that
much was true.
As he walked, his mind went back in time. With just a thought, he was
back on Tatooine, holding onto his mother as she died in his arms. He
had failed then. Due to his weakness, she had suffered, and he had
allowed her to die.
In a flash of inisight, Anakin realized that the situation was much the same
with the Republic. Star system after star system left; battle after battle was
fought, and for what?
The Republic had failed. More imporatantly though, at least to Anakin, was
that the Jedi had failed. They were the defenders of the Republic and keepers
of the peace. But now all they were defending was a corrupt government run
by people interested in their own self promotion. He refused to be a part of
that any longer.
Ain't no angel gonna greet me
It's just you and I my friend
My clothes don't fit me no more
I walked a thousand miles
Just to slip this skin
A sense of irony filled Anakin as he realized how right he had been on that
Naboo picnic. He and his angel had snacked and talked. When the
discussion came to politics, he'd decided to flirt with her.
"That sounds an awful lot like a dictatorship to me."
"Well, if it works..."
He'd had no idea. He'd been unable to see how ironic that very
conversation was. Only now, in hindsight, could he see that.
What Padmé had said had been true. The government was about bringing
people together and them discuss what was in the best interests of all the
people in the galaxy. That was the role of the Republic. It just didn't work
any longer. Palpatine did all he could but by law was held back enough it
prevented him to successfully hold the Republic together and rule it.
The cost of following Palpatine though was the loss of his angel. The very
thought broke his heart.
The night has fallen I'm lyin awake
I can feel myself fading away
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss
Or will we leave each other alone like this
On the streets of Coruscant
Finally, Anakin reached his destination. It was an ordinary enough location.
There were no outwardly appearances to suggest it wasn't like the rest of
the apartments and establishments in Coruscant's seedy underbelly. Through
the Force though, he could feel the power that radiated from that room.
Palpatine was in there.
As the door opened, Anakin took one last glance behind himself. He knew
one chapter in his life was finished. There was no turning back now.
The End.
don't own Star Wars; it belongs to George Lucas and Lucasfilm Ltd. No
money is being earned and no infringement is intended. Please don't sue,
because I'm just a poor college student and have no money.
Distribute as you wish, with disclaimer intact, but please contact me before
posting it on another web page. OK? I welcome any, and all constructive
comments to me at: swbriatharen@yahoo.com :~)
Story notes:
The song used in this song-fic is Streets of Philadelphia by Bruce
Springsteen. It was written for the movie Philadelphia. The song
belongs to those entities, not to me.
**********************
Streets of Coruscant
by Bria
March 17, 2003
I was bruised and battered
I couldn't tell what I felt
I was unrecognizable to myself
I saw my reflection in a window
I didn't know my own face
Oh brother are you gonna leave me wastin` away
On the streets of Coruscant
Anakin Skywalker hurried through the streets of Coruscant. He had to
get away. From the crowds, from the Jedi, from her.
Padmé...
With a heavy heart, Anakin had realized he had had to made a choice he
never wanted to make. He'd left his beloved behind. She, along with the
Jedi, had been slowing him down, and the path before him required that
he take action.
He passed a storefront window, and it took him a moment to recognize
his own face. He was changing. His face not quite so open, his emotions
much more controlled. Why had it come to this?
How had the galaxy spun so out of control? When had the government
become so irrelevant? Someone had to assert total power. Although his
heart had wished otherwise, he had seen he could no longer support
Padmé's and the Republic's goal. Peace was a noble goal, but
sometimes action was required. Had she not said the same thing herself,
all those years ago on Naboo?
I walked the avenue 'til my legs felt like stone
I heard he voices of friends vanished and gone
At night I could hear the blood in my veins
Black and whispering as the rain
On the streets of Coruscant
On and on Anakin walked. Farther and farther he descended into the
depths of Coruscant. A normal person would've stopped for a rest by
now. However, as the so called "Chosen One," he was far from normal.
Despite his personal feels about the so-called prophecy, he knew that
much was true.
As he walked, his mind went back in time. With just a thought, he was
back on Tatooine, holding onto his mother as she died in his arms. He
had failed then. Due to his weakness, she had suffered, and he had
allowed her to die.
In a flash of inisight, Anakin realized that the situation was much the same
with the Republic. Star system after star system left; battle after battle was
fought, and for what?
The Republic had failed. More imporatantly though, at least to Anakin, was
that the Jedi had failed. They were the defenders of the Republic and keepers
of the peace. But now all they were defending was a corrupt government run
by people interested in their own self promotion. He refused to be a part of
that any longer.
Ain't no angel gonna greet me
It's just you and I my friend
My clothes don't fit me no more
I walked a thousand miles
Just to slip this skin
A sense of irony filled Anakin as he realized how right he had been on that
Naboo picnic. He and his angel had snacked and talked. When the
discussion came to politics, he'd decided to flirt with her.
"That sounds an awful lot like a dictatorship to me."
"Well, if it works..."
He'd had no idea. He'd been unable to see how ironic that very
conversation was. Only now, in hindsight, could he see that.
What Padmé had said had been true. The government was about bringing
people together and them discuss what was in the best interests of all the
people in the galaxy. That was the role of the Republic. It just didn't work
any longer. Palpatine did all he could but by law was held back enough it
prevented him to successfully hold the Republic together and rule it.
The cost of following Palpatine though was the loss of his angel. The very
thought broke his heart.
The night has fallen I'm lyin awake
I can feel myself fading away
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss
Or will we leave each other alone like this
On the streets of Coruscant
Finally, Anakin reached his destination. It was an ordinary enough location.
There were no outwardly appearances to suggest it wasn't like the rest of
the apartments and establishments in Coruscant's seedy underbelly. Through
the Force though, he could feel the power that radiated from that room.
Palpatine was in there.
As the door opened, Anakin took one last glance behind himself. He knew
one chapter in his life was finished. There was no turning back now.
The End.