OK! THIS IS AN AU STORY,

SO IM GONNA BE HAVING DIFFERENT AGES THEN WHATS CANON? WHEN THIS CHAPTER STARTS ANAKIN WILL BE TWENTY THREE, THIS IS DUE TO THE OC, IM ALSO HAVING IT SO THAT THE JEDI DINT FIND ANAKIN TILL HE WAS ELEVEN, I DONT KNOW WHY BUT IM DOING IT.

Alright, age check

Christen-283 yrs old [33 yrs old NOT COUNTING TIME DIALATION]

Abigail-37 yrs old

Amber 14 yrs old

Emma 13 years old

Galen 13 years old

Lucian 12 yrs old

crystal 12 yrs old

Damian 10 yrs old

Julie 10 yrs old

Yeah, he's got a bad habit of not pulling out. Abigail can't stop having twins, lol.

CHRISTEN POV

The stars in front of him start to disappear into shining swirling blue, and an endless vortex of two colors now laid before his eyes. White lines of streaking stars dotted the blue and black ocean space as the ship departed into hyperspace. Christen made the motion of stepping away from the galaxy map. It shone brightly amongst the barren table that was the size of a king bed, it showed the galaxy-wide map, with live features for the ship, if he were younger like he used to be, he would sit here and watch the map to see where in the hell he was.

The table was permeant in the bridge or cockpit since he was the only life form aboard. He stepped towards the commanding chair that landed in the middle of the couples through its above the tables, so it had an authority sense. he slopped himself into the bright blue and black cushions, slowly laid his arms on the nabooian wood armrests, a slow, sad smile crept its way onto his face as he recalled the faint memory of when he left his family, he left his children, his friends and none of them understood at the time

he thought bane would train him like the others. Still, he should have listened to his children when they begged him to stay. He could hardly blame them. He half thought it was a mistake coming to Korriban, but a blessing at the same time. He laughed as he could now saw he was more powerful than any Sith or Jedi in existence. Well, maybe Vitiate could match him in power. He was a force nexus for force's sake. His power was unrivaled by anything pertaining to the modern galaxy, but yet at the same time of his feeling of triumph, he could see the scrunched up faces of his seven children stained deep with flowing tears ad they ran inside the house, not even bearing to see their father seemingly abandon them, tears threatened his sight as he couldn't hold back any longer... and as the ship headed for Hapes, the only sound upon the ship was the silent sobbing of a broken man seemingly displaced in time.

HAPES THE HOUSE OF Abigail Revanchist Skywalker

The time was at midnight around the hapen sector, and it was at this time a pair of bright violet eyes suddenly opened, these eyes belonged to young ten-year-old Julie Bastila Skywalker, the noise that suddenly woke her was a swirling mass of force energy that was sitting right in the middle of her room. She could register two emotions from the mystique swirling mass, she had only just been brought to the family's force training a few days ago, but she could feel pain and anger terminating from the mass. The power felt surreal, impossible to imagine, yet so familiar.

The power was so different from anything she felt before, and it was as if she was staring into the heart of the force itself. The force mass enamored her in her room so much she didn't even realize hs e had gotten out of her bed. The young girl slowly walked towards it, her purple eyes staring deeply into the blue mass of boundless force energy, were her siblings encountering the same thing? Were they safe? Were they doing this?

Every step she took towards the mass felt both lighter and heavier, it was maddening for the young hapen yashan hybrid, but her thoughts left her as she stepped her first step within the mass, the force itself took hold of her, and unknown to her it took the whole family with the same vision.

She stood there in the outer ring of the force. Suddenly she couldn't move, her body unable to think for itself, it would just force her to stand still, she tried to fight but stopped when the center mass formed itself into an image, it was a bloody and disgustingly torn apart man, he was huge, arms the size of her waist, hands the size of her head, his eyes looked straight into her, orange furiously taking over the violet of her own.

The man was bound to a pole by half-broken chains that sizzled with lighting, his eyes closed and she clearly could see he was crying or at least trying to, she saw people in the shadows throw what she knew was force lighting at the man, it was clear to her that then man was dying. These monsters were playing it out. She didn't even register the glowing alchemy lines surrounding the man. She could feel the man's pain and weakening life force if it was her own, tears streamed her face, but for the sake of the man, in front of her, she didn't weep. She only did this as she had felt an undertone among the pain, an emotion of love, compassion, acceptance.

She almost jumped out of her own skin when a bellowing female voice rang throughout her head. It made her want to scratch them off entirely.

"OPEN YOUR EYES, YOU FUCKING SLAVE," she yelled at the broken man. As soon as the last word left the strange voice, Julie felt the force deepen in weight, the air went cold, and the world seemed to stop all at once, she was looking around before her eyes set on the orange glowing eyes of the man grow larger. Still, now they were red, she saw lighting bursting all around the man's body, it was blinding, but all the while, the red eyes never left her own.

But before they turned she saw it, she saw what made the man familiar, those orange eyes were the same eyes that sat upon every photo in the house of the entire family, she looked from the vision to her dresser, and her eyes finally sat up the picture her mom gave her of the day her birthday. There stood her mother holding her in her arms, and next to her with a wide smile and orange eyes that appeared into the soul was her...father!

This man was her father! that means the man she's watching die in front of her is...

The swirling mass suddenly disappeared. And tears slipped out her eyes as sadness and anger battled in out.

"NO! put it back! put it BACK!" she screamed as she pounded her fists on the floor

Is this what happened to her father? She tries to shake the thought that this helpless man bound to die was her father, but she feels a deep connection and realizes this man is her father. The swirling mass disappeared as soon as it had arrived. All she could think was her father was alive... her father was alive!

She scrambled up to her feet and opened her door with the force. She ran as fast as she could to her sibling's rooms. Still, to her surprise, she had found each room empty with their door ajar., she wanted to look through each room to see if they were hiding, but she had no time to waste and only called out their names loudly, no answers at any door, she ran to the houses the second level and ran to her mother's room.

she burst through the door so hard the door had slammed against the wall

"Mom, Wake up, Dad is Ali..." her voice had faltered, and her excited face changed to one of worry and confusion, as she saw all of her siblings surrounding her mother's bed, in which her mother was still on, did they have the vision too? They must have as she could see the cascading tears on each of e=her brothers and sisters, their faces wretched in pain, sadness and a hint of happiness, she saw her sister Amber was the only one smiling.

She stepped a few feet to the right to get a good look at her mother, she saw the star stricken face of her mom, but she saw her face was built on happiness the same as ambers, her mother was clutching a pillow with white knuckles.

"What's wrong, mother?" she asked in a shaky and confused voice. They had seen what she saw. She could see it plain as day.

"did you have the same vision as me?" she asked everyone in asperation.

Abigail, with bloodshot eyes, looks down at her daughter near her doorway, crying tears of pain and joy, and with a shaking breathe, says, "My Sweet Nexu, he looked so..." the words came out in shaly pauses, the sobbing around the room soon subsided. The kids all looked up to the woman on the bed.

Julie looked straight at her mother's bright blue eyes and tamped her way to the bed while talking, "Everything will be okay, mommy, daddy will come home, and we will be a family!" Abigail chokes back a sob as she tries to whisper," the daughter spoke with unwavering compassion, it reminded Abigail of her father 'what has she done, how will he trust her if he indeed survived' she thought at she pushed the thought back as she was only happy her husband was alive in some state. the young girl l

"How are you not in pain, sweetie? All of us heard, saw, and felt his pain. Honey, can't you feel the wound in the force? don't you feel what your father has become!?"

"She hasn't been properly trained, mother. She can't feel it as well, but I will say this father is alive. He's more powerful than I think we could even imagine," says Amber, the oldest of children, her eyes just as bloodshot, a tear-streaked face turned towards Julie, her voice carried a weight of authority, yet a hint of childish notions t the return of her father.

"Damian just started his training a few weeks ago. He shouldn't feel it as bad, but yet..." Amber trailed off as she was digesting the happiness exploding inside her.

Abigail looks down at her son, who was being coupled by her daughter Emma. He was still wracked with sobs, curled up in a ball in the far left corner of the room, turning to Julie.

"Mommy, I saw daddy chained to a pole, he was screaming in pain, people were hurting him, mommy!" Julie half screamed as she was still the only one crying. She instinctively ran into her mother's arms, pushing past her sisters and brothers in the way, and began sobbing into her mother's shoulder.

"I know, my sweet child... it hurts all of us look around... but I know your father he will... Julie hun?" Abigail asks through old sobs that kept coming back as she saw her daughter stopped listening as was staring into her eyes

"But I was sleeping then a swirling mass in my room wake me up and I...I... saw dad screaming in pain he was blood-soaked, and they wouldn't stop hurting him, I don't want anything else but daddy!" she cried as her face fell from abigails shoulder into her mother's arms in a heap of so, Abigail and amber looked each other in the eyes.

Crystal looked down at her younger as she to up from the ground. She had been near Emma and Damian when her sister was engulfed in their mother's arms. She looked at the scene with sadness and confusion, was her father really alive? she only had a few memories of him. Still, they were all good, at least to her they were.

"She probably had a force vision, mom, and a powerful one at that. It makes sense she is more in touch with the living and cosmic force than the rest of us." Abigail pondered the idea and decided she was probably right. Her youngest was always so in tune with everything in the natural world, and her child knew exactly when a star would line up.

"Alright, why don't you all try and get some sleep tonight, Emma take your brother to his room and take Lucian and Galen with you" it wasn't as easy as saying that, as she found out it took nearly an hour for them to leave the room her two oldest sons were the more mature, they didn't cry as long. Still, they were the quietest, leaving a confused and saddened Abigail, thinking her husband just died, she felt his pain she felt his anger, his love, his compassion, it was so powerful it wrecked her heart into pieces, her lover had died or was still in pain while was a whore of a wife, if he came back it would only be a matter of time before he found out, she smiled as she remembered how hard it was to keep a secret from him. I'm So Sorry

she kept repeating as she cried to sleep.

HAPES ATMOSPHEREMid-afternoon, Outer atmosphere above the Capital city of Ta'a Chume'Dan

christen had spent three hours on hyperspace before finally breaking hapen airspace. The bright blue and white lines turned into a sea of black with the blue and land colored planet that he called home, the planet where his family waited for him. He prepped his ship for landing. At the same time, he entered the outer atmosphere. He could see a ship that looked to be a republic cruiser on his way to the planet's surface. Why were they here? hapes doesn't allow outsiders like this. What was going on?

Still, he had a family to see, not start a fight, even if he could win without a second thought. He put his ship on autopilot at the slowest speed to have enough time to look over the data chips the Adrial had given him, and it held contingency plans. Countless data files he had written years ago, but his master deleted. Obviously, he used my expertise to further his plans deeper than he previously thought.

When he's finally out of the planet's gravitational pull, he sets his course to the capital city of shapes. He checked all his equipment and grabbed a simple black hooded robe to core his weapons and face, hed rather not have to kill a few hundred guards to say hi to his wife. He did it. Still, he'd rather not

heading to his meditation chamber on the third level. It took him a few minutes to get to the room. The ships' long hallways always made trips seem long, but as soon as he got into the chamber, he took his helmet off, set it on the floor in front of him, and settled in. He sat down and crossed his legs, then entered meditation. As soon as he closed his eyes, everything in the room that wasn't tied down began to float, no matter the weight. He needed to make a mental plan of what he needed to do on tython, his empire, his family, how to tell them when to tell them. a million thoughts went throughout his head as he read out the mantra and code of his order.

"There is no ignorance;

there is knowledge.

There is no fear

there is power

I am the heart of the force

I am the revealing fire of light

I am the mystery of darkness

in balance with chaos and harmony

Immortal in the force." repeating the lines all the way until the ship's stealth fields allowed him into the atmosphere of the planet and towards the queen's palace. He had figured that his empire would make simple strikes, in and out incursions, that would be stage one unit l enough resources and personnel would be ready for stage two.

As he opened his eyes, he smiled slightly as sitting down reminded him of why he was standing up in the first place, the days back on this damn ship when he was first picked up, dying from hunger and dehydration to the point even his yahsan body couldn't handle, the days of when he would practice lightsaber training with ancestor and master Revan.

Revan had him train for eight days at a time in the ship's personal training system. When that occurred, his max was deflecting all the shots from forty battle droids firing at him for the fifteen-minute marker, but not decades later, he would take on a few hundred droids. At the moment, he was doing the same thing, he didn't know when he walked there, but he couldn't get out now since the droids were already activation and the only way to deactivate it was to defeat it.

He hunched his legs as he slowly pulled out his two double blade lightsabers from the hiddle compartments on his armor. The two double-bladed lightsabers were made from kyber crystals he had found on Mandalore of all places. He enhanced the four orange crystals with his own force alchemy. If these crystals were broken, he could feel it painfully. They were connected to him as he was to them.

He felt them ignite far longer before they actually did. His ignited sabers lit the room around him in the shallow orange light.

After a half-hour, only ten droids remained. They switched from blastors to practice sabers ad charged him. His breathing was uneven but not out of control. This practice was light work, the droids had been switched to execute a single fighting style, the three in the middle still kept their blastors, the three on the left were in the stylized forms of Shi-Cho, Shein, and Makashi, the three on the right were in the starting stances of Soresu, Niman and Ataru.

He always loved battling the droids with his full battle armor on. It made it better to imitate a real fight, a very intimate fight, since he trained with multiple droids since he started training one on one fights were little to no challenge to him, and he really had to admit the battle tactics that Bane and his followers had forced into him were very much a useful tool.

He was a special case as always when it came to the lightsaber forms, because of using four lightsabers, he found it hard to use any one of the cemented forms, and it was because of this that in the past hundred years, he had been perfecting his own lightsaber form, one that could only be used with four lightsabers, he named the form Javan

the form was meant to specialize the use of four sabers, it was meant for the intention of allowing the force user to attack and defend with both the dominant and less dominant hand, to incorporate them in a sense that they are equal. It allowed the user to have a natural dominance in using the force while in combat to an after-thought level. It used the force to tell the user the level of skill their opponent had, their strength, their weakness, and the form could tell you this all within a few moments.

The form he had created allowed him and other users to perform actions and force feats with more ease and less concentration. It called for sweeping kicks and grappled techniques from his times, learning the mando'a fighting styles. To a Jedi or sith, this style would seem like a combination between the forms Ataru, Juyo, and Niman, along with Mandalorian fighting style to top it off. The footwork for Jedi and sith would be difficult to predict at the best of times.

The user keeps constant movement stopping only to change lightsaber regularly involved what he called "aggressive negotiating." it was a form that he would never want to go against, as most fights last only thirty seconds to two minutes long for him to kill the enemy. It was made to perfect combating both multiple blasters for as well as a lightsaber-wielding enemy.

Christens brow furrowed under his mask as he was just about to take on the first droid, the alarm for entering the planet's lower atmosphere. He seriously had been in such a battle mindset he had forgotten h was going home, momentarily using the force to destroy the droids as he exited the room in an angered mood. He got into the cockpit, slamming his fist on the armrest as he answered the blaring com unit.

Damn, ship officials were trying to hail him. He couldn't really blame them. He was in the king's ship, but it looked completely different to them, and he was heading straight in the direction of the queen's palace.

"unidentified ship! Please respond and pull of your current course, or you will be shot down and blasted into rubble" a loud, angry female voice filled the cockpit hell; he couldn't blame them, but he smiled that the unwelcome welcoming party, he lightly pressed the comm unit that was in the wall, standing silent for a few seconds to think of what to sat and just decided he really had no time to talk, so might as well use the old king passcode and see if it still works.

"passcode seven six three ten four zero Blackhawk, red wing," he said in an even and cold tone. The code was really only known by the hapen computer system and himself and would rightly prove him king besides showing his face, and he'd rather not since he wanted to surprise his wife.

Silence followed for what seemed like a lifetime, but what came next had him grinning ear to ear.

"...My king?" the Hapen officer asked, her voice cracked three times, saying two damn words. Did he really have this effect on people?

"yes, my sweet officer, now could you please call off the fighters before they either shoot me down or I shoot them down and rather surprise the queen face to face and not from the afterlife or a jail cell." However, he smiled lightly as he could sense a few hapen starfighters trailing his ship. He could have looked at the radar and turned on the alarm systems. Still, he loved using the force, plus even if he crashed, he doubted it would even come close to killing him after he literally pulled his body back together from millions of pieces.

"Your cleared, Your highness, the queen is in the palace with the senator" the voice of the officer came back into existence.

"my apologies for my unruly behavior. I will accept any punishment," the officer spoke in a tone that held firm, but through the force, christen could pick off the spike in fear and anxiety.

"Simply keep my return quiet to everyone, not in the military, and your outburst will be forgiven" he smiled as he felt the woman fear to disappear and was replaced with strong loyalty,
"As you wish, your highness," she spoke and cut the line as he started his descent into the capital. Christen couldn't help but scowl as he noticed a few republican ships, though the white-clad soldiers he looked at the republics soldiers and the force told him they were clones, he could obviously tell they were all male and as such were kept by the ships, and he could see only female republic officers and personnel walking beyond the boundaries of the ship. It confused him immensely. What was the republic doing on his wife's home planet? had she accepted their help?

Hapes was supposed to be a planet that had no deals with anyone outside the deep core. This could prove a threat to tython if the republic gains more territory on the deep core if they've taken shapes.

As he landed his freighter in a landing bay that could fit his ship, it took almost an hour to get to the point that he could set himself up to leave at the ships currently descending ramp.

He was dressed in his Armor, the repainted orange and black fit perfectly round the silver beskar and order symbols, his black cape still on hiding his weapons, he covered his face with the hood, he decided he would leave his helmet off for this, it wasn't like he was going to be killed, he laughed at the thought as he descended the ramp and took a deep breath of warm Hapen air. It was simply amazing. A million memoirs were going through his mind when the hiss of the ramp going back to the ship pulled him from his ecstasy.

He started the descent into the streets of the capital. He was only a fifteen-minute walk from the palace. He had to pass a few groups of female republic officers. Only a few out of a dozen ever gave him a second look. He decided he needed some sort of sense. He stopped by a local vendor and saw a middle-aged Hapen man selling local and exotic fruits.

"Hello, sir, could you please tell me what the fuck is going on? Why are there republic ships in the area of hapes!? I've been gone for a decade, so I'm kinda out the loop," he spoke in his usual cold tone. He would have to work on that if he was to go back to his family, but thankfully instead of flinching or spiking in fear. The man laughed hard enough to start coughing after a few infuriating coughs-filled moments later. The way christen was glaring with his orange eyes glowing brighter, the angrier he got, was the only thing the man could see under his hood.

The man nodded, and his fear was skyrocketing. The man backed up a few steps and swallowed his courage, and nervously started talking, "The republic came to the aid of the planet when there was a Chiss blockade around the planet a few years ago, they are moving out by the end of the week for the war effort."

Christen scowled. At this, the chiss had a blockage. At the same time, he was gone. He was even more of a failure now, his planet was blockaded, and they had to be saved by the republic instead of him. he thanked the man and moved towards the palace. He was trying to feel happy. The memories that came back on his walk to the palace doors, he used his force cloak to hide his way from the gain maidens and palace servants and droids, he let it go when he arrived outside the throne room doors.

He was now feeling happier than he had felt in hundreds of years. The jedaii, the empire had no meaning if he didn't have his love and his children. His family was the most important thing in the universe. He could feel his wife's force presence on the other side. It emanated brightly in the force. He could feel she was shaken, saddened, tired, annoyed, ashamed. The conflicting emotions confused him, but he smiled never the less.

The two guards at the doors stopped him and raised their weapons as soon as he appeared out of his force cloak. He couldn't blame them. The way looked, they probably guessed he was there to assassinate the queen. He quickly used the force.

"you want to go home and have a stiff drink," he commanded them with force persuade, they were trained against such attacks, but he was an entirely different class of power. They could not train against something like him.

"We want to go home and have a stiff drink." With that, they walked away, their armor clanking three times louder than christens. He shook his head at the horrible, slowly opened the throne doors, and was instantly bombarded with the smells of the flowers that grew around the Feef fortress, his Family's home, a city-sized island that was purely for the royal family. He smiled at the smells, he instantly slipped in and half hazard put on his force cloak, leaving the door ajar. He closed his eyes. She looked towards the throne, taking a deep breath as he thought of the sea's of Hapes, the grasslands of the moons on shili, the laughter of his daughter Amber

he could see ten guards in the room surrounding a group of two. He knew one was a senator. Still, his eyes were pulled towards the beautiful sight that was his for the first time in 200 years. It was like he was falling in love all over again her bright auburn hair done in the ceremonial queen braids, the three looped earrings he had given her on her birthday when they first dated were glinting off the sunlight, her red lipstick stuck out on her face like a light in space, it kind of scared him how much she and his first crush Satine Kryze looked alike, their fac was almost sister like he had asked them multiple times, but they never thought it was funny.

Her body covered in orange dyed silken fabric followed by skin-tight black undershirts, family jewels adorned her head and neck, but what caught his eye the most was the ring he gave her fourteen years ago. She had been the first person he met after he wallowed into the galaxy by Darth banes as a gift. And a gift it was as his wife's beautiful face was memorizing, lesser men would get lost on her, the hapen woman was among the galaxy's most beautiful and revered species in terms of beauty, yet his wife put them all to shame.

His eyes closed as he could clearly see the memories of those special conversations of angered women and a confused force adept, he opened them with new resolve, it was then that he noticed the throne rooms colors were in the three of orange and black, his favorite colors, had she really decorated after him? did she think he had died?

He thought nothing of it as he strode forward, he was still under his force cloak, but we around a zen meters away from the guards between his wife and him, he let down his force cloak and stopped moving, he heard an audible gasp come from his wife as she saw his large cloaked figure.

He didn't look up, but he heard the sound of armored feer rushing him. They raised their spears in my neck area. He laughed inside, knowing the armor would stop any attack they had. He didn't even give them the time of day as the sight of his wife entranced him. Her hair was so beautiful it captivated him. She had worn it the first date they had, even though he was a prisoner of hers.

The greetings were very hostile, so there was no reason not to discard the guards, he could feel the anger radiating from her like a wellspring, but to her, he looked like a cloaked armored assassin. The dam hood covering his face didn't help, but he waved his hands to his sides, and the ten guards were thrown twenty meters into the walls with loud cracks and studs. He made sure to slow them down enough that they didn't die.

Now that he was free from the guards, he walked forward a few more steps as he then heard s the fear-filled bellowing voice of his wife.

"How dare an assassin threaten the queen, you won't leave here alive filth" she sole as she took out a knife from her back s she took a defensive stance in the Echani arts, this greatly surprised him, she had grown bolder hadn't she. he decided to answer her in kind with a shouting voice

"WELL THTAS A GREAT GREETING FRO A LONG LOST KING AND HUSBAND, don't know why I came back if this is the reunion I get my Nexa" he spoke as he looked into her eyes as he slowly raises his hands and pulled his hood back, his shoulder-length black hair swayed about, scars riddled his face. Still, they didn't disfigure his facial features. His bright lava eyes bore into her sweet ocean blue ones, silence followed for a few moments before he spoke, "I'm simply looking for my wife Abigail. I have been adrift for a decade and thought the lovely queen would know where to find her... your Majesty" he smiled fell a little into a smirk when he was frozen from his swelling Yahsan Pheromones and her swirling emotions in the force,

it swirled around her. It bounced from happiness, sadness, and horror. She had seemed to have completely forgotten the man in front of her as she strode past him as he tried to talk to her but to no avail.

Neither of them broke the gaze as she got halfway to him. Her pace had quickened to a jog when she started simply crying and went into a full out sprint. That last action caught him off guard since he was only a short distance away. He had no time to think before she hurdled herself on him. He barely heard her speak as his brain could barely believe he was currently touching her once again. The force of her impact had thrown me to the floor. He had been so lost in her eyes he had let himself be thrown down to the ground for the first time in a long time from anyone other than the sith.

"you Kriffin shit stain, how could yo... OH god, christen, are you ok?" she asked as she now laid on my stomach, oblivious to the fact of her placement, all I could do was laugh, and I couldn't stop. She was about to slap me when I caught her in a deep kiss, her hand re-routed to the back of my head, pulling my hair as she whimpered in the deepness of our embrace.

They slowly get up, utterly embarrassed as they look over at the senator she was talking with. "I'm so very sorry, senator Umiak, but I do the-" Senator Umiak Interrupted her; "I know the story of your husband, my queen. I will take my leave, and it a pleasure to have you back, my king; please contact me to Reschedule our meeting". And with that, senator Umiak got up from his seat and walked from the throne room, leaving the two lovers alone.

They stared at each other for the longest time, neither knowing what to say, he saw her eyes water up again, and it completely broke him as his tears began to shed freely. He couldn't stand being the cause f so much pain. He felt it in the force. It was overbearing, to say the least.

"Forgive me, Nexa," he said as ht tears slid down his scarred face.

Abigail wrapped her arms around his neck as they both wept. Their tears a mix of sadness, of regret, but also a joyful reunion, of love, of forgiveness. Abigail back and planted a tender kiss on his broke, her felt a scar under her lips, she saw his orange eyes and could see he had changed, he had been though h so much. It would be time before he would tell her. she left another kiss on his right cheek, which also had a scar, she could see the three long scars on the right side on his face, like a giant lizard scratched his face, she kissed the other, brushing his tears away as he shed more of her own. She looked into his bright eyes, seeing there were the same emotions reflected that she herself felt.

"I've missed you so much, Nexu," she whispered as hot tears continue to stream down her face as she held onto what seemed like heavy-duty armor.-

Christen lifted his gloved hands to her face holding it tenderly, reverently.

'I've been an empty shell without you, my love," he told her, her voice raspy as he couldn't believe he was actually holding her in his hands. He frowned from her sadness and shame in the force. He could tell she noticed this.

"Christen" her voice was soft and gentle. A whisper just loud enough for him to hear, it soothed him like the salty winds on the beaches of their home. She ran her small hands up the back of his armored neck and the other on his right shoulder. he looked down into her eyes as they help each other.

"Yes?"

"Please... don't leave me again," she sobbed out as it broke her even to say it, and it had broken him to see her say it. he took her face in his hands and tilted it up to his eyes.

"never again, my love" they embraced each other in a kiss that was a decade in the waiting. The force shook violently as christens finally let his mental shields down, and his force presence shown fully for the first time off Korriban.

He knew the entire galaxy would feel his full power in the force for the first time, it would cause pain to all who could sense it, but he could care less. He had all he wanted in his hands. He closed his eyes as his lips encased hers. He made the connection with her and sent her a single message I LOVE YOU.

JEDI TEMPLE
MASTER CHAMBERS

Obi-wan watched silently as master Yoda and master Mace Windu debated the disturbance in the council's force. Rather, the entire Jedi temple felt earlier in the week. He was fallen out of the conversation simply hoped they would not turn to him for input. Suddenly the force surged with so much emotion that all three Jedi masters cried out in pain as the force nearly caused their minds to collapse. The pain squirmed inside of them like the disturbance di before. It compelled a shriek of pain from the three Jedi.

Windu gripped his skull, falling to his knees. The pain slowly began to disappear into a soothing numbing. Obi-Wan brought his hand to his forehead as he watched master Yoda Shakingly reach for his cane.

Obi-Wan was the first to speak, "that was just like the last one, but this was unworldly as if the force exploded."

"A disturbance in the force of some kind, although I've never felt something like that even the one earlier this week, I've never felt something so powerful, could they be connected?" Windu answered as he attempted to gain his footing.

Obi-Wan wasn't satisfied with his answer. He turned to Toda, "Master Yoda?"

"Hmmm... unsure I am—this disturbance. Changed the force, it has. Be on our guard. We must. Our destiny in this war changed it the council. I shall. Until then, speak of this. We must not. and with that, the three Jedi went their way

ACROSS THE PLANET

SENATE BUILDING

PALAPTINES OFFICE

Palpatine looked on the visage of his apprentice as he told him the same pulse in the force he himself had felt, it caused him pain, and he hated feeling so weak. He was lord of the sith. He was beyond weakness. It added to the mystery of what had caused it. He wondered if the Jedi also sensed it. Sadly he had no real way of finding out. Asking even as the supreme chancellor would raise too many questions, and he did not dare to give them any more reason to distrust him just yet.

His plans were coming to very close now to succeeding, just three years till the time expired, he only needed to gather a bit more power from the senate, and then he could act. At that time, he would be ready to hopefully turn Anakin into his new apprentice, as Dooku had long served his purpose. In the end, if the wear would be of no more use. he needed a young and powerful servant for the final stage of his grand plan. He quickly told Dooku to be mindful and keep a close eye on anything before he was signed off. Soon the Jedi would be no more, and he alone would rule the galaxy. He let out a chuckle as he imagined the future.

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