Author's Notes: Hello all! We are now at Chapter 48! Now, very soon, I should be expecting my 600th review! Happy day! First day of school for me (shocking, I know) but anyways it went well. Had some new faces this year. Like...erhh...Paul (pappy for short), Josh (the one and only senior), Briant (ookk), Wesley (hmm...), and Angela (cool). Anyways...please remember to READ AND REVIEW!

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Chapter 48

The Phantom at The Opera

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Keira glanced at herself in the mirror in her quarters. She absolutely loved the dress she was in. Being a spring with strawberry blondish hair, she looked gorgeous in any particular light colors. This had to be one of her favorite dresses of all time.

"Come out when you're ready, Keira," Obi-Wan said.

She heard a snicker from Anakin. "She will be by winter," he said.

Keira cleared her throat after she had silently opened the door to her room, revealing herself to both men in the den of their apartment.

Anakin's jaw suddenly dropped 4 inches whenever he saw Keira. Obi-Wan had to nudge him to keep him from staring and gaping any further.

"Now, that is what you should look like when you're going to an opera. You look beautiful, Keira. Let me get some extra credits and then we'll head out," Obi-Wan said, his formal Jedi robes whirling behind him.

Keira sat down on the couch next to Anakin. She looked at him momentarily before saying, "I really want to thank you for this dress. It must...it must have cost you a fortune."

"It really wasn't anything," Anakin said, shrugging it off.

Her head shaking vigorously, she said, "No, it was very thoughtful and very sweet of you. It must've taken a lot of patience to remain in a shopping center...that long."

Anakin felt his face start to burn. "Uhh...your welcome."

Keira was about to say something in return, when suddenly Obi-Wan walked back into the den. "Are we all ready to-" He stopped.

"Did I miss something?" he asked, seeing Anakin's face continue to break out into mini-bursts of scarlet.

Anakin shook his head.

Obi-Wan threw a questioning look their way, but it soon turned into a look of defeat.

"Alright, now let's get going. Anakin, you want to drive?" Obi-Wan asked.

Anakin smiled, held out his palm, and caught the keys when they began flying at him.

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Keira, Anakin, and Obi-Wan all walked into the large theatre, side by side, hoping to not get lost in the crowd.

Keira was utterly amazed at all the other women who were wearing amazingly elaborate dresses. Some colors of dresses were absolutely outrageous with a ridiculous headdress. Some had very elegant, slimming, and tall dresses on, made for others of Kamino's race.

Not only did she notice other people, but other people noticed them! She heard whispers of , "...Jedi...Anakin Skywalker...Obi-Wan Kenobi...and...Who's that girl with them? Another Jedi?"

Keira walked up the steps and gripped the handrailings tightly. She was starting to get a dark feeling. She wondered if Anakin and Obi-Wan noticed it. She whirled her head around to face them, but they seemed unfazed by the feeling as if they weren't even feeling it at all.

She continued walking up the stairs.

Obi-Wan handed her the tickets and Keira inserted the tickets into the droid who was making sure they were all authentic and making sure nobody passed if the weren't.

They passed through the droids and soon walked into several of the box seat areas. They weren't going to sit there; they're seats were farther down.

But suddenly they were stopped by a rather haunted and cool voice. "Master Obi-Wan Kenobi? Padawan Skywalker? Young girl?"

Keira whirled around only to see one of the people and a guest she would rather not see.

"Chancellor," Obi-Wan said, bowing.

Palpatine smiled. "It is good to see you here. Our visits have been cut short of late. I apologize."

Obi-Wan just nodded his head in a slight bow and then looked back up at the dignified man who called himself Chancellor.

"I would like to introduce my nephew to all of you," Palpatine said. "He's just come back from visiting his parents. But he wishes to learn politics and...what better person then me? His name is Kavar."

Palpatine motioned a somewhat sickly, cachexic looking teen, maybe 16 or 17 in age. Kavar nodded his head in the direction of the Jedi, but his pale face moved towards the Galactic Chamber Bith Orchestra who were beginning their warm ups.

Obi-Wan tried to make pleasant conversation with the teen. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Kavar."

"The pleasure is mine," Kavar said cooly. Once again he turned his face back in the direction of the Orchestra.

Obi-Wan didn't bother to make anymore conversation. It was obvious he really didn't want to be talked to.

"Now, I am curious as to whom this girl is? What might her name be?" Palpatine asked, a wonderful example of sickeningly sweet vocal tones. All that sugar soon turned to vinegar if you grasped his meanings.

"Her name is Keira Kenobi. She's my daughter," Obi-Wan said quietly, motioning to her.

Palpatine smiled and almost immediately noticed the braid. "A Padawan?" he asked, ignoring the anger flowing through his veins about his Siri spawning the child of a Jedi...Obi-Wan Kenobi.

"To me," Obi-Wan said. "There was an amendment on the code. I was able to take on two Padawans. It's a challenge, but it's also rather enjoyable."

Palpatine smiled. "That's wonderful. I was wondering, is it a special occasion that you're all here at once? I don't recall ever seeing many Jedi going on an outing to see a three-hour opera," Palpatine said.

Three hours...Anakin thought dryly. Three long, boring, annoying, dull, and stupid hours I'm spending here rather than sparring with someone else.

"It's Keira's 15th birthday. I thought since she enjoys her home music so much, it might be best to show our own music here," Obi-Wan said.

"What a splendid idea. Why don't you join us? It's a wonderful view from the box seats," Palpatine said.

Keira was about to say an outright, "No," but Obi-Wan stopped her.

"We'd be glad to join you, Chancellor," Obi-Wan said.

Keira, at that moment, wanted to slam her head against a chair, or maybe even the lightly carpeted floor. Why must she sit with the villian?

The effete?

She sighed and ended up having to sit next to Kavar, who abruptly got up from his seat, saying an abrupt and muffled, "Excuse me."

Keira was grateful when he left; she felt the Darkside in him as well. But, strangely enough, she felt it stronger than even Palpatine's. In fact, she felt very strange because she could almost feel him as she felt Anakin, but in a dark way. This obviously concerned her.

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A sweating, shaking Kavar nearly jumped out of his seat as he headed towards the nearest refresher. He wasn't ill, but not far from it. He was addicted...to the spices he was granted on the moon of Iago.

He quickly grabbed the bag of spice he kept in his pocket and emptied a handful in his mouth. He hadn't had a dose in about 5 hours. He really could overdose, taking that much in that short amount of time, but he didn't care. He didn't care if it was probably and most likely killing him...all he did was want it. He needed it

He had been able to successfully defeat the pirates within a years time...and finally...with much yelling, fighting, and blood-gutting...Kavar had somehow managed to convince the colonies of Scaithers on Iago to get him off and grant him his three gifts.

He was smart. He had asked to have total control over the spice fields, even if that meant imports two and from the Walk, the place around and where the Sith abode resided.

He also asked to be the Republic representative of this new planet. This would ultimately make him almost an immediate delegate or nominee to be the Senator of the planet. And in time, he would back out of the position, hand it to someone else and then convince the someone else that the planet was useless because the Republic was not doing enough to restore the planet, and eventually have that person join the Seperatists whether they liked it or not.

Then, he asked for a permanent transport and escort; one that would take him too and from planet whenever he wished to visit...which would probably be never unless spice production suddenly failed.

Kavar suddenly felt the intense rush of the spice's effects and sighed. It felt so...enthralling...yet that feeling was coming less and less powerful and enjoyable. Usually, he suffered some sort of hangover after having intense hallucinations for over an hour and a half, and that hangover was permanently damaging him physically and mentally.

He gripped the sink when a sudden dizzy spell assailed him, but shook it off. Natural side-effect, he knew. He just needed to sit for 3 hours. Watch the opera maybe. Hopefully, he wouldn't go into the hallucinations until he and his father were home, but fat chance of that. He didn't care. He just needed it. He was insatiable.

He straightened his black and red cloak with the political emblems drawn on them, and headed back to the box seats where his father, who knew about his almost uncurable addiction, waited.

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Author's Notes: I'm sorry if this seemed so short, but I wanted this to be mainly about Kavar since we hadn't checked up on him from last time. So, here's your chapter. P.S. Sorry for the little delay. I had schoolwork to do. ;)