Chapter 7
"Quickly get into hyperspace!" hissed Palpatine as he sat down into the co-pilot seat in Lucem's new ship.
"Ok, ok." replied Lucem as she pulled back the lever and the ship went into hyperspace.
"I think we lost them?" said Lucem. As she sat back in her seat and sighed.
"How do you think they found us?" Asked Palpatine
"I don't know. Maybe they weren't".
"You have to realise I am a wanted man. Everyone wants me dead! Please just drop me off at mustafar, and forget about all of this"
They both paused, Lucem broke the silence,
"You know you're not the only wanted person."
"I'm sorry?"
"My old ship. I stole it… I stole it from the Rebels. I killed its original owner."
"Really?"
"Yes, it was the worst thing I ever did, I felt so sick after I did it. I never wanted to do it again at all."
Palpatine looked over at Lucem. She had a stern look on her face. He could tell that she was very serious. Palpatine felt the urge to say something but he stayed still in his seat. They both looked out the front window of the ship. For Palpatine, The galaxy had never looked so black and dim. The only light were the small stars in the vast distance. Palpatine knew that he would never find that light. He was too deep in the dark to crawl his way out. He was stuck and it was going to take a very strong person to pull him out.