Disclaimer: Disney owns Star Wars, not me. All the characters and places (except for my OC Analise Joy) belong to them.
"aaaa"-talking out loud. 'aaaaa'-inner thoughts. aaaaa-talking through a Bond
AN: And this chapter marks the half-way point of the story. I'm sorry it's been kind of slow. I'm also sorry about the OOC of the characters. I've always liked reading between the lines to see what makes a character tick. In these stories I want you to be able to see who I think they are at the core of their being. I'm also combing canon and Legends story-lines because I think what happens in Legends could and has played a part in who they are in canon. Plus some of what happens in Legends is just so cool:)
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Chapter Nineteen
Why?
How?
All he wanted to do now was reach out across his desk and choke the life out of the sniveling, weak being arguing for some worthless, pointless cause. This was the downside of holding the power. Dealing with worthless lifeforms.
Palpatine plastered a fake smile on his face. It was easy to pretend that he cared about what was being told when in reality he couldn't care less. He tapped his fingers and retreated deep inside his mind.
How? Well that was easy. The Force. The blasted Light Side. Inside his mind his anger rolled and boiled.
He knew about that blasted Sun and Moon Prophecy. His own Master had shown it to him when talking about prophecies of the Jedi. Palpatine have waved it away as some silly bit of sentimental drivel. The talk of attachments, changes to the Order, even family and marriage had stuck him as silly. The Jedi were too traditional. Palpatine decided that the Sun and Moon Prophecy had been a mask, a diversion to hide the more realistic sounding Chosen One Prophecy.
Just like the Jedi it seemed.
Now though it seems that the Chosen One Prophecy was the diversion. Oh, there was no doubt that a good chunk of it was true. Yet in his chamber that very day had stood a second child born from Force and Man, a girl. The Moon. The girl who would one day expose him and lead her brother the Sun, the Chosen One to strike him down and return balance to the Force.
No! He could not allow that to happen. He needed to be rid of that brat as soon as he could. If that Skywalker boy saw his sister, his so-called twin murdered before his eyes it might break the boy. Plant a seed of darkness within his soul that he, Palpatine could nurture and help grow.
"Excuse me my friend, but we will need to continue this discussion at another time. I have another pressing issue that I must take care of at once." He stood, covering his words in oil and pouring out compliments like they were nothing. The Calamari soaked up the false words as he left, feeling as though his needs and ideas were the most important thing that the Chancellor was focused on.
As soon as the doors slide shut behind the senator, Palpatine hurried back to his desk. Hitting a few keys on his computer brought up a secure link to the outside. He needed a bounty hunter.
The job would be simple. Wait until the girl was out, away from the watchful eyes of the adults, grab her, and go. It would be even better Palpatine thought if Anakin was there to witness it.
She was no Jedi and the Jedi weren't going to risk their necks to go after some foundling that Qui-Gon claimed was the Moon, the Chosen One's twin sister, his anchor.
Scanning the list of possible hires, Palpatine allowed himself a small chuckle. Soon Analise would be no more and without his anchor, Anakin would drift to the Dark.