I'm what you'd call a "double agent", you see.
My allegiances lie with the Sith, however it was my duty provided by my Father, Darth Sidious, to play as a simple barmaid (despite my extensive Sith training) in Coruscant to lure the young Anakin Skywalker into the clutches of the Dark Side. I'm quite beautiful and quite the outstanding actor if I do say so myself, so it wasn't difficult for me to gain young Skywalkers's trust and further instill ideas of the Dark Side that were, luckily for us, already implanted in his fragile mind after the death of his Mother, Shmi.
After Darth Sidious, also known as Chancellor Palpatine to the Republic, gave the seat of counsel to Anakin, he knew that Anakin would request of the counsel to become a Jedi Master, as that was custom. The Chancellor also knew that the counsel would deny his request, much to the dislike of Anakin, causing him to further his interest in the sheer openness that the Dark Side has towards matters such as these.
Of course, the Chancellor was right, and he informed me that Anakin, in his heated anger, had left the Jedi Temple in a yellow speeder and was headed my way and to be ready to begin my assignment of planting the "Dark Side Seed" within Anakin. I'd never met or even seen Anakin before and I certainly didn't expect to fall in love with him. We Sith are more open to emotion and passion that our Jedi counterparts. In fact, it is encouraged. Despite this, we still have our duties to our Masters. After I found out the sincerity and kindness of Anakin's heart, of course it made it harder on me to try to persuade him to turn. We aren't all non-empathetic assholes you know! However, after a while, it did become easier once again after we both realized that being a part of the Sith was the only way we could remain together-as the Sith has no real strict policies regarding love in that aspect. It became less of doing what I thought was right and more of we must remain Sith for the betterment of our relationship. But I get ahead of myself. My name is Tyla Valo, and this is my story.
It was a Wednesday, the slowest day of the week in the bar I was stationed in. Of course, things got exceptionally more interesting when the subject of my assignment came storming in at approximately 7 o'clock in a black cloak that covered his face. I could tell the robes were Jedi in nature so I knew it had to be him. He sat in the farthest booth possible away from the bar and didn't bother to remove his hood. I like to see myself as a kind person sometimes, (plus I had to figure out a smooth way of striking up conversation with him) so I took it upon myself to fix up the house brew and serve it to him.
"On the house, mate." I boasted matter-of-factly as I plopped the brew in front of the hooded figure.
"Thank you," was my reply. A bionic hand reached out to take the mug and the person beneath the hood drank greedily.
I turned my head to get a better look of him, but all I could see was the protrusion of a tanned nose within the void that was the hood of the Jedi's cloak.
"I haven't seen you in here before. What's your name friend?" I asked in the most friendly voice I could muster up.
There was quite the long uncomfortable pause after I said this, but I eventually got the response I was looking for.
"Skywalker." The word sounded as if it was being said through the teeth.
Wow, what an ass, I thought to myself. I turned to look back at the bar to see my boss pointing at "Skywalker" and making a gesture that appeared to be him removing an invisible hood from his head. We did have a fairly strict policy of no garments covering the face whilst in the building for protective reasons, so I guessed he wanted me to ask Mr. Mysterious to kindly remove his hood while inside.
"Not that I expect you to know this, but we have a no mysterious hooded figure policy here. I'm sure you can understand why, what with the war going on and everything."
The figure rose his hands to his hood and sighed.
"My apologies."
The hood dropped and so did my heart.
