In this story i've combned the fact of Anakins mysterious birth and palpatines power to create life. My first so it's not the best, enjoy (hopefully). -Mr Renner
"There was no father."- Shmi Skywalker
The events of this story take place 11 years before TPM. A time of peace in the Old Republic, and the beginning of a new life, that would change the galaxy forever…
Chapter One
"Master, are you all right?"
"I..iii'm fine young one," stuttered a weakened Palpatine, "Let me just regain my strength, and I need some sleep."
Lately Kuji was worried about his master, every night it appeared that he would meditate in his chambers, but every night he would be stripped of his strength after it. Kuji, the only one knowing of his masters true powers of the light and dark side, thought he was trying to accomplish something with the force, but what?
As Palpatine settled into his bed in the Naboo suite, he thought of the woman who would out of nowhere be pregnant with a son. Her son would be the chosen one of the force and would rule under Palpatine when he came to age. They would rule as two Sith Lords and rule the galaxy! But for now Palpatine thought it was time to rest.
A dream came to Palpatine that night, a dream of the past, a dream of his training. Plagueis had showed him the ways of the force, but this dream was of the final lesson, the lesson showing how to make living things, how to cultivate life , and how to save the dying. Palpatine had always been intrigued by this power and waited not sopatiently for his master that day, but he was taught and eventually could take it on by himself, racticing with nerfs and other small creatures, but he always found it took a massive amount of his energy. This is what Palpatine had been doing lately, trying to cultivate the life of the chosen one in the body of a old slave he had met on tatooine.
But later in the dream palpatine had been told he was done with his training and Plagueis had no more to teach him, and for some unexplainable reason Plagueis was murdered by his apprentice that night, probobly for the power of being the only living true sith.
Kuji woke that morning to make a hot beverahe and some breakfast for his master. He walked into the kitchen and filled a container with water and stuck it on the warmer. He looked at his wrist chrono, it was still the early morning and he could'nt be scolded for sleeping in. He grabbed a pack of dantooine flapjack mix and carefully pored it in with a few more ingredients and tranfered it to the stove. The warmer beeped and he mixed a few beans into the container and some sweetner. His mastre would be happy to awake to some Caf and Dantooine Flapjacks, and all Kuji wanted was for Palpatine to be in a better mood and take a break from his exhausting force work.
On a large tray balanced on Kuji's left hand was Palp's breakfast. Kuji knocked on the door of his masters suite, no one answered.
"Hello," Kuji yelled. Still no answer. He walked into the bedroom and there was his master sitting on the balcony in his meditating appearance. He set the platter of food down, and left.
Again after a long day Palpatine was very weary. He saw the platteroff now cold Caf and flapjacks left hours ago on the ground. He gobbled the platter down and with some force technique warmed the Caf once more. He sipped it slowly, thinking, pondering. He thought he had finally done it, created life in the womb of Shmi Skywalker. He was somewhat of a father, a unknown father.