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Chapter 2
Padme Naberrie Amidala Skywalker pushed back a stray hair impatiently as she charged down the abandoned Naboo halls. The only sound to be heard was her own audible footsteps. They were loud, and she could be easily seen by enemy attackers. Just like she wanted. She was angry, hate that had built up inside of her overflowed when she lost her only son and most trusted friend just a few minutes ago. Just like she had lost her husband, Anakin. He had left her. They left her. She would never see them again. But she had cried her tears and grieving time was over, she would claim a little revenge that the universe owed her, and she would fight her last fight for her planet if it came to that.
The palace was abandoned. Naboo was deserted. Many had left the planet with her blessings at the first sign of trouble. Most of them were commoners, the Gungans and several Naboo officers had stood by her, and their home planet. Half of the palace was rubble from the first array of blaster rain. Her surrounding buildings with her. With Republic upgrades the Naboo squadron had taken the few small fighters out to join the ashes. That was the first victory of the massive struggle, she feared it would be their only.
Hearing footsteps of more caution than her own, she slowed, inching to the corner's bend. Listening she calculated three, maybe more. Considering their careful yet heavy steps, and the clank that their clothing made, they were man with armor. The former Queen took a deep breath relying on her own strength and skill along with the element of surprise to overcome the intruders.
They turned the corner. Padme was waiting. Aiming her weapon, she kicked the blaster right out of the first's hand with a limber leg. She took out the two other with a single clan of blaster bolts. The first, still stunned, stood for a few seconds before fully comprehending that this was an attack. Those few second was all she needed. Putting all her power behind her arm and hand, she swing it at the guard's neck, where it was unprotected by armor. The maneuver knocked him flat, unconscious.
She had miscalculated, there was more, but they made no move to assault her, they wore no armor. She look up at them from the fallen guard. They were two men, Nabian. One wore robes of a Naboo in high power, she recognized him, but couldn't quite place a name. He was an older man, with gray hair, but a young face scarce with lines. The other one of her own palace guards. Both were soiled from battle with dirt and dried blood.
"You majesty?" The one she knew asked. Padme nodded slowly as a reply. He bowed his head in respect, lifting it he looked her in the eye.
"Forgive us your highness, We led these intruders in the palace. I am QuinisWandril, of your own court, and this is Neeld Drilion, Nubian solder." He hesitated before continuing. "The battle outside has taken a drastic turn. A large majority of our own Naboo solders and Gungan warriors have been taken into captivity and are being executed by the hour if you don't give them the victory," he rushed to say the last part.
Padme listened without looking away from the Naboo official, disbelief echoed in her mind. Would they be forced to surrendered so soon? There must be some other way.
Quinis waited, giving time for the information to sink in. "My Queen, if we do not take some kind of action soon, more lives will simply slip through our fingers." He frowned. "They plan to make you sign something, saying that you have excepted the New Imperial Order. My best guess is that after they have your name on that treaty, they will be rid of you and lie like the scum they are, saying it was a 'regretted accident'."
Padme's eyebrows knitted together in deep memories and concentration. The situation was almost identical with the past, but worse. They were being attacked by a powerful new form of control. The Republic could no longer help, it had evolved into the New Empire, a empire that hide it's true cruel intention beneath fancy words, and proclamations of reforms in government. But not all are as naive as the Empire would like them to be, and they paid for it.
"I'm afraid," Padme said slowly looking at the wall behind her audience."That Naboo will fall, but not without a fight. We have been fighting, but it's not over yet. I will not yield to the evil of the Galaxy." She finished through clenched teeth. Taking a deep breath she tried calming her nerves, and continued. "Where are they being held?"
The younger, Neeld, answered.
"In huge walking droids, they look like. They're controlled by the head and are equipped with high powered weapons having excellent accuracy. I'd say about four of them roaming about. They look invincible."
"And there are still some Gungans and Naboo fighting?"
"Yes, but they are few in number." The older replied.
Padme's thoughts never centered on the odds. Her mind review strategies and possibilities. The 'walking droids' the solder was referring to were actually called At-At's. The walking death tools were a new breakthrough in war-technology. They were brought before the Republic in the past for a review on the latest universal developments. Although impressive in action, the machines were proven too faulty and sent back to the creator for something a more useful. 'We aren't at war,' she recalled Chancellor Palpatine saying. She now suspected that he did more then just dismiss them.
Padme's concentration circled around the possibility of the machines having the same weakness they were rejected for. On various senate meetings and reports she never failed to pay close attention to the war and peace progress. She gave extra observation in these areas, considering her concern toward keeping Naboo peaceful.
The main reason the Republic had for not excepting the At-At's was the fact that they were indeed not needed. But they were tested. The metal used to conceal the insides were easily punctured, and the shields were poorly constructed. Average blaster fire may have trouble, but a simple thermal detonator would solve that problem. The creator's focus was too much on weaponry and attack ability, not on defense.
"Alright, I want you two to round up the remainder of our army and meet me in front of the palace," she said eyeing the corridor behind them. A new spirit of strength welled up inside of her. She had a plan. If it didn't work she would die in an attempt.
The two looked at her in alarm, obviously expecting the Queen to meet the Emperials demands. "Your Highness?" the older said his voice layered with concern.
She looked at the two and smiled with a sinister feel behind it.
"Trust me."
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Obi-Wan Kenobi followed his escort of loaded fighters towards the front blockaded ship. Giving them the impression that he was no threat and would make no attempt to escape. Reaching out with his senses he searched the pilots' minds. Enforcing his plan with a few artificial thoughts planted in their brains. he would have to make his move soon. His palms sweated in perspiration as he gripped the handle and rubbed the trigger with his fingers. His mind was open and in tune with those around him, waiting for the right time.
Then he felt it, a ripple in the force telling him to take action. He pressed the button on top of the trigger allowing the bottom blaster to peek out. And he fired. The shields of the fighter directly ahead sizzled till the Jedi reinforced the first shot with a few more. It was reduced to scrape metal in seconds. Obi-Wan was taken back by the high powered fire arms of the small Nubian ship.
Knowing he had worn out his welcome he grabbed the controls and dove downwards to avoid a run in with the floating remainders of the fighter.
The other part of the squadron stayed in placed before fully comprehending that the 'harmless' cruiser had attacked. They made chase, firing as they pursued him.
Obi-Wan juggled attacking them with his own weapons with one hand, and piloting with the other while trying to keep his distance between himself and the blockade. Once he was out of the planet's gravitational pulls and safely away from his attackers he would be allowed to jump into hyperspace.
His ship rocked to the left from an unwanted bolt, forcing Obi-Wan to grip the controls with both hands, abandoning his lower blaster. More hits followed the previous example. They were at him from all sides, swaying back and forth behind him. The knight's thoughts turned for a second to admire the speed of the small fighters.
He was quickly to be brought out of his thoughts by a swarm of hits from his right. The Nubain shield were always something less to be desired he considered as he watched the shield power decline rapidly.
An old strategy came to the Jedi's mind, he had always had a passion for machines which was odd for a Jedi. Most Jedi's were ignorant to the mechanics of a starship, or anything technological for that matter. But not Obi-Wan, along with his usual studying he had squeezed in a few reports on piloting strategies and mechanics.
He increased the speed to reinforce his scheme. Before Obi-Wan had been reluctant to do so, considering the presence of the blockade, he could easily lose control with the way the fighters behind him managed to plant fire into the weakening shields every other second. They sped up also.
Reaching out with the force he felt those behind him side to side they went. He would have to wait for the right seconds to attempt falling back behind them. Trying to fly and shoot at the small ships was not an easy task. He sensed the spirits of the pilots teeter back and forth.
Two to the right and three to the left, he instantly cut the speed to zero. The Nubian ship slipped between the others with exceptional grace. Obi-Wan watched the spirits he kept track out speed ahead. taking the one blaster controls in his hand he opened his mind to the force and fired.
One was hit in the wing sending it propelling into another. The third fell victim to his precise ambition. More scrape metal drifted to join the others. Obi-Wan again dove downward as the last two wheeled backwards towards. He hit the speed, thumbing the hyperdrive.
Obi-Wan eyed the computer to his left giving him permission to jump into hyperspace. He was well out of Naboo's grip, and his attackers.. Checking the coordinance, he nodded. He swerved aside and engaged the cruiser into hyperspace. Out of Naboo's grasp forever.
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Lord Vader stood watching the small freighter escape with outstanding piloting skills, almost as good as himself, he thought with amusement. But there was nothing entertaining about what just took place. He knew who was in that ship, the feeling was too strong to mistake. Obi-Wan Kenobi, his former Master, and at the time his most hated foe.
He had just watch him slip through his grasp. Vader's fist clenched with hate burning in his stomach. He would not get away so easily next time he encountered him. Next time he would watch the mans blue eyes scream and beg for mercy. He would feel the feeling of hopelessness. He would pay.
The sith lord could feel another eyes upon him. He looked to the Captain. An uncontrollable urge to silence him forever pulled at him. To lessen the ire that swelled within him. It was his fault, he didn't move fast enough, he was not worthy of such high command. He was weak.
Acting on his rage he lifted his arm a swiftly swung it through the air at no one, but the bittersweet side that binds the universe together was in him sending a shockwave of power outwards.
The next thing heard was the eerie sound of a lifeless body hitting hard ground. Bringing his arm back he took a long deep breath, trying to find a little calm to speak for all eyes were either on him or the deceased shell. He could feel their surprise, their thoughts on how this sith was someone to fear. Their wonder at what had set the dark man off.
Turning to walk out, he stopped briefly by a young commander.
"Commander." He snapped.
"Ye..yessir," he stuttered.
"Clean up this mess." He took a few more steps to his requested destination, then stopped.
"And send word to Corellia officials that the fool that put these fleet together has a generous amount on his head."
"I will see to it myself," he replied. Now standing up straight and looking right into the Lord Vader's hidden eyes.
"You do that, Captain."
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The planet was a disaster. Buildings that once stood for a peaceful planet were reduced to rocks and wreckage. Blood and dirt could be seen smearing the remaining walls of the city. Smoke was thick in the air, the smell mingled in with many other unknown aromas. The Clone wars were cruel to this planet, and the New Empire wasn't assisting to its recovery.
Jame Hollis observed the fallen Capital city of Naboo. Theed. He had seen similar destruction. Some not as bad as this, others much, much worse.
War wasn't pleasant, Jame thought. Yet he was devoted to warlike situations. He was a smuggler, pirate, renegade, and rebel. He had lived life avoiding law and order, always believing that the Republic was heading for a downfall. But when it did fall, he didn't agree with the new terms of this 'New Empire'. This is what you get when politics take on too much power. And in these days politics was extreme power.
Jame sighed, his head held up high looking on, listening. He fingered the blaster by his hip, his most trusted ally. Battle noises could be heard close by, and he would be ready for any trouble.
He was sent here on a mission. He's never failed a mission yet and he wouldn't start now. He smiled with pride at the thought. Danger had always found him some way and he never faltered to find a way to get out right in the nick of time.
As if hearing his thoughts, a small group of white armored soldiers rounded a fallen structure. They were at a slow pace, not expecting any difficulty with this part of town. They were wrong to keep their guard down.
Pulling out his blaster her took out two before they knew what hit them. Smirking with satisfaction, he hit the ground rolling out of the burning blaster bolts. From behind a pile of bricks he glanced out and ended the others in a herd of fire. The smirk turned into a pure smile. He was a victim of his own ego like any other self-respecting scoundrel. Pride filled him as he went over to inspect his work. He was always looked upon for his efficient capabilities with some kind of gun.
Pushing away his self praise he looked up. Theed palace was within his view; his destination.
Putting his weapon away he made his way toward the remnants of the palace, hoping he wasn't too late.
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Padme Skywalker trotted down the relics of the palace. The place was a real plight. She found herself at times blanking out, having no clue where she was, even though this had been her home for many years. Previous struggles rearranged the passageways beyond identification.
She stopped to look down one corridor. A gray lighting lit her gaze. The walls were punctured in numerous places leaving rubble on the long floors. A human size statue lay in pieces. The arms and head dislocated. She walked down the hall out of curiosity. The icon in fragments at her feet sent a small cringe through her spine. I was creepy to see once glorious symbols in shreds.
The former ruler shook her head. It was like one big nightmare that wouldn't end. Problems and tribulations would arise abruptly in the past but would end all the same after she would think it though. After 'the wise queen' would put her wisdom and knowledge to work. The nightmare was still playing, has been for an eternity it seems. Peace was miles ahead. And here she was falling into the past, she thought observing her own behavior.
Clenching her teeth together and lowering her eyebrows to form shadows over her eyes; she trudged onward.
Her thoughts now meditated on her 'plan', and her surroundings. Concentrating she searched her environments for some hint of recognition. And she found it. She was right where she wanted to be, in the wing where she was sure they held the palace weapons.
The Queen stopped all the sudden. She stood and listened to her own breath heave in and out. She swore she saw a black image flashed before a broken window. Her ears picked up a quieted struggle. The hairs on the back her neck stood straight up. Rubbing the trigger of her blaster she waited. A hand gripped her shoulder. She jumped in surprise and reacted. Dropping the blaster she grabbed the hand and with all her strength flung the attacker over her shoulder. He landed with a load thump.
He had also dropped his weapon in her assault. She kicked it out of reach and also welcomed him with a swift strike to the stomach. He fell back down on his front.
"Who are you and who sent you?" she demanded
He coughed and hacked to get his breath back gazing at her with an unpleasant look in his eye.
"Answer me!" Padme ordered out of impatience and anger, about to kick him again.
Grabbing her closest foot he pulled hard sending her to join him on the solid, cold floor. He scrambled to top her. Towering over the fallen Queen he gripped her wrists before she could gain her focus.
"Now listen to me." He started.
Threatened by their position Padme brought her knee up into her intruder's most sensitive part. He instantly let her go toppling over on his side and grabbing his injured limb. She smirked amused at his weakness.
Propping herself on her hands she picked up her abandoned blaster. Standing she pointed the weapon at him.
"Que..Queen..Ami..dala?" He wheezed.
She froze.
"Yes, I am she." Padme answered, wondering if she had made a mistake on his identity.
He sat up slowly. He was recovering but slowly.
"I figured you were her. I was told the great Queen was aggressive." He breathed in heavily and smirked.
She eyed him curiously. He had a rugged sense to him. He wore torn cargo pants and a tight tunic that showed off his medium built of muscles. A blaster hung in a holster that rested around one shoulder crossing his front. Another in one holster on his left hip, the right hip-holster empty. Scars marked his bare arms and on his left cheek. His light brown hair was neatly short and his piercing green eyes seemed out of place. He was roughly handsome.
"Who are you?" She asked
Standing up slowly as to not further his pain, he brushed himself off.
"Name's Jame Hollis." He replied searching for his blaster. "I." He stopped to stoop down and pick up his weapon. "I was sent to find you and make sure to bring you back alive." He continued while inspecting the blaster.
She watched him. Part of her didn't trust him yet there was the other part that did.
"Man, you sure know how to really damage a man, I'm aching all over." He said rubbing the back of his neck.
"Who sent you?" She asked glaring at him with eyes as sharp as blades.
He stopped his movement and looked at her, a dumbfounded and hurt look on his face.
"Ok, no small talk. I got it." He smiled.
Padme rolled her eyes and sighed. She had met men like this. Any other day she would be entertained but not today, not now.
"Who sent you?" She repeated more sternly.
He stood up straight, matching her serious face with one of his own.
"I was sent to find you from a small group of rebels. Rebels, much like myself, against the Empire." He said eyeing the halls on both sides.
"A resistance against the Empire?" She asked intrigued.
"Yes, they've have heard of your leadership abilities and your own small resistance against the Empire. They requested your union with them."
Too many thoughts flashed before her mind. Her people, a chance for peace, an opportunity to make a difference. No. She gave up in hope, nothing would be the same, the group was just wasting their time sending him here. Her only concern now was to make one last attempt to save what was left of her people. She believed she would die here, she wouldn't get a chance to hold her daughter. She would perish trying to save others.
Jame studied her. the expression on her face showed signs of deep consideration.
"I don't have time for this." She replied slowly, quietly. Looking behind where he stood she walked abruptly past him at a fast pace not looking back.
Glancing over his shoulder, Jame smirked.
"Aggressive and stubborn." He muttered under his breath. But he wouldn't give up so easily.
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This is the second addition to my series. thanks for taking the time to read my crazy ideas. The web-site dedicated to all those ideas in my head can be found at Frailty: An Alternate Star Wars Universe
I am aware that there was a few grammatical errors in my previous chapter. My apologizes. I hope there won't be as many in this second Chapter.
-Kenobi
Feel
Chapter 2
Padme Naberrie Amidala Skywalker pushed back a stray hair impatiently as she charged down the abandoned Naboo halls. The only sound to be heard was her own audible footsteps. They were loud, and she could be easily seen by enemy attackers. Just like she wanted. She was angry, hate that had built up inside of her overflowed when she lost her only son and most trusted friend just a few minutes ago. Just like she had lost her husband, Anakin. He had left her. They left her. She would never see them again. But she had cried her tears and grieving time was over, she would claim a little revenge that the universe owed her, and she would fight her last fight for her planet if it came to that.
The palace was abandoned. Naboo was deserted. Many had left the planet with her blessings at the first sign of trouble. Most of them were commoners, the Gungans and several Naboo officers had stood by her, and their home planet. Half of the palace was rubble from the first array of blaster rain. Her surrounding buildings with her. With Republic upgrades the Naboo squadron had taken the few small fighters out to join the ashes. That was the first victory of the massive struggle, she feared it would be their only.
Hearing footsteps of more caution than her own, she slowed, inching to the corner's bend. Listening she calculated three, maybe more. Considering their careful yet heavy steps, and the clank that their clothing made, they were man with armor. The former Queen took a deep breath relying on her own strength and skill along with the element of surprise to overcome the intruders.
They turned the corner. Padme was waiting. Aiming her weapon, she kicked the blaster right out of the first's hand with a limber leg. She took out the two other with a single clan of blaster bolts. The first, still stunned, stood for a few seconds before fully comprehending that this was an attack. Those few second was all she needed. Putting all her power behind her arm and hand, she swing it at the guard's neck, where it was unprotected by armor. The maneuver knocked him flat, unconscious.
She had miscalculated, there was more, but they made no move to assault her, they wore no armor. She look up at them from the fallen guard. They were two men, Nabian. One wore robes of a Naboo in high power, she recognized him, but couldn't quite place a name. He was an older man, with gray hair, but a young face scarce with lines. The other one of her own palace guards. Both were soiled from battle with dirt and dried blood.
"You majesty?" The one she knew asked. Padme nodded slowly as a reply. He bowed his head in respect, lifting it he looked her in the eye.
"Forgive us your highness, We led these intruders in the palace. I am QuinisWandril, of your own court, and this is Neeld Drilion, Nubian solder." He hesitated before continuing. "The battle outside has taken a drastic turn. A large majority of our own Naboo solders and Gungan warriors have been taken into captivity and are being executed by the hour if you don't give them the victory," he rushed to say the last part.
Padme listened without looking away from the Naboo official, disbelief echoed in her mind. Would they be forced to surrendered so soon? There must be some other way.
Quinis waited, giving time for the information to sink in. "My Queen, if we do not take some kind of action soon, more lives will simply slip through our fingers." He frowned. "They plan to make you sign something, saying that you have excepted the New Imperial Order. My best guess is that after they have your name on that treaty, they will be rid of you and lie like the scum they are, saying it was a 'regretted accident'."
Padme's eyebrows knitted together in deep memories and concentration. The situation was almost identical with the past, but worse. They were being attacked by a powerful new form of control. The Republic could no longer help, it had evolved into the New Empire, a empire that hide it's true cruel intention beneath fancy words, and proclamations of reforms in government. But not all are as naive as the Empire would like them to be, and they paid for it.
"I'm afraid," Padme said slowly looking at the wall behind her audience."That Naboo will fall, but not without a fight. We have been fighting, but it's not over yet. I will not yield to the evil of the Galaxy." She finished through clenched teeth. Taking a deep breath she tried calming her nerves, and continued. "Where are they being held?"
The younger, Neeld, answered.
"In huge walking droids, they look like. They're controlled by the head and are equipped with high powered weapons having excellent accuracy. I'd say about four of them roaming about. They look invincible."
"And there are still some Gungans and Naboo fighting?"
"Yes, but they are few in number." The older replied.
Padme's thoughts never centered on the odds. Her mind review strategies and possibilities. The 'walking droids' the solder was referring to were actually called At-At's. The walking death tools were a new breakthrough in war-technology. They were brought before the Republic in the past for a review on the latest universal developments. Although impressive in action, the machines were proven too faulty and sent back to the creator for something a more useful. 'We aren't at war,' she recalled Chancellor Palpatine saying. She now suspected that he did more then just dismiss them.
Padme's concentration circled around the possibility of the machines having the same weakness they were rejected for. On various senate meetings and reports she never failed to pay close attention to the war and peace progress. She gave extra observation in these areas, considering her concern toward keeping Naboo peaceful.
The main reason the Republic had for not excepting the At-At's was the fact that they were indeed not needed. But they were tested. The metal used to conceal the insides were easily punctured, and the shields were poorly constructed. Average blaster fire may have trouble, but a simple thermal detonator would solve that problem. The creator's focus was too much on weaponry and attack ability, not on defense.
"Alright, I want you two to round up the remainder of our army and meet me in front of the palace," she said eyeing the corridor behind them. A new spirit of strength welled up inside of her. She had a plan. If it didn't work she would die in an attempt.
The two looked at her in alarm, obviously expecting the Queen to meet the Emperials demands. "Your Highness?" the older said his voice layered with concern.
She looked at the two and smiled with a sinister feel behind it.
"Trust me."
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Obi-Wan Kenobi followed his escort of loaded fighters towards the front blockaded ship. Giving them the impression that he was no threat and would make no attempt to escape. Reaching out with his senses he searched the pilots' minds. Enforcing his plan with a few artificial thoughts planted in their brains. he would have to make his move soon. His palms sweated in perspiration as he gripped the handle and rubbed the trigger with his fingers. His mind was open and in tune with those around him, waiting for the right time.
Then he felt it, a ripple in the force telling him to take action. He pressed the button on top of the trigger allowing the bottom blaster to peek out. And he fired. The shields of the fighter directly ahead sizzled till the Jedi reinforced the first shot with a few more. It was reduced to scrape metal in seconds. Obi-Wan was taken back by the high powered fire arms of the small Nubian ship.
Knowing he had worn out his welcome he grabbed the controls and dove downwards to avoid a run in with the floating remainders of the fighter.
The other part of the squadron stayed in placed before fully comprehending that the 'harmless' cruiser had attacked. They made chase, firing as they pursued him.
Obi-Wan juggled attacking them with his own weapons with one hand, and piloting with the other while trying to keep his distance between himself and the blockade. Once he was out of the planet's gravitational pulls and safely away from his attackers he would be allowed to jump into hyperspace.
His ship rocked to the left from an unwanted bolt, forcing Obi-Wan to grip the controls with both hands, abandoning his lower blaster. More hits followed the previous example. They were at him from all sides, swaying back and forth behind him. The knight's thoughts turned for a second to admire the speed of the small fighters.
He was quickly to be brought out of his thoughts by a swarm of hits from his right. The Nubain shield were always something less to be desired he considered as he watched the shield power decline rapidly.
An old strategy came to the Jedi's mind, he had always had a passion for machines which was odd for a Jedi. Most Jedi's were ignorant to the mechanics of a starship, or anything technological for that matter. But not Obi-Wan, along with his usual studying he had squeezed in a few reports on piloting strategies and mechanics.
He increased the speed to reinforce his scheme. Before Obi-Wan had been reluctant to do so, considering the presence of the blockade, he could easily lose control with the way the fighters behind him managed to plant fire into the weakening shields every other second. They sped up also.
Reaching out with the force he felt those behind him side to side they went. He would have to wait for the right seconds to attempt falling back behind them. Trying to fly and shoot at the small ships was not an easy task. He sensed the spirits of the pilots teeter back and forth.
Two to the right and three to the left, he instantly cut the speed to zero. The Nubian ship slipped between the others with exceptional grace. Obi-Wan watched the spirits he kept track out speed ahead. taking the one blaster controls in his hand he opened his mind to the force and fired.
One was hit in the wing sending it propelling into another. The third fell victim to his precise ambition. More scrape metal drifted to join the others. Obi-Wan again dove downward as the last two wheeled backwards towards. He hit the speed, thumbing the hyperdrive.
Obi-Wan eyed the computer to his left giving him permission to jump into hyperspace. He was well out of Naboo's grip, and his attackers.. Checking the coordinance, he nodded. He swerved aside and engaged the cruiser into hyperspace. Out of Naboo's grasp forever.
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Lord Vader stood watching the small freighter escape with outstanding piloting skills, almost as good as himself, he thought with amusement. But there was nothing entertaining about what just took place. He knew who was in that ship, the feeling was too strong to mistake. Obi-Wan Kenobi, his former Master, and at the time his most hated foe.
He had just watch him slip through his grasp. Vader's fist clenched with hate burning in his stomach. He would not get away so easily next time he encountered him. Next time he would watch the mans blue eyes scream and beg for mercy. He would feel the feeling of hopelessness. He would pay.
The sith lord could feel another eyes upon him. He looked to the Captain. An uncontrollable urge to silence him forever pulled at him. To lessen the ire that swelled within him. It was his fault, he didn't move fast enough, he was not worthy of such high command. He was weak.
Acting on his rage he lifted his arm a swiftly swung it through the air at no one, but the bittersweet side that binds the universe together was in him sending a shockwave of power outwards.
The next thing heard was the eerie sound of a lifeless body hitting hard ground. Bringing his arm back he took a long deep breath, trying to find a little calm to speak for all eyes were either on him or the deceased shell. He could feel their surprise, their thoughts on how this sith was someone to fear. Their wonder at what had set the dark man off.
Turning to walk out, he stopped briefly by a young commander.
"Commander." He snapped.
"Ye..yessir," he stuttered.
"Clean up this mess." He took a few more steps to his requested destination, then stopped.
"And send word to Corellia officials that the fool that put these fleet together has a generous amount on his head."
"I will see to it myself," he replied. Now standing up straight and looking right into the Lord Vader's hidden eyes.
"You do that, Captain."
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The planet was a disaster. Buildings that once stood for a peaceful planet were reduced to rocks and wreckage. Blood and dirt could be seen smearing the remaining walls of the city. Smoke was thick in the air, the smell mingled in with many other unknown aromas. The Clone wars were cruel to this planet, and the New Empire wasn't assisting to its recovery.
Jame Hollis observed the fallen Capital city of Naboo. Theed. He had seen similar destruction. Some not as bad as this, others much, much worse.
War wasn't pleasant, Jame thought. Yet he was devoted to warlike situations. He was a smuggler, pirate, renegade, and rebel. He had lived life avoiding law and order, always believing that the Republic was heading for a downfall. But when it did fall, he didn't agree with the new terms of this 'New Empire'. This is what you get when politics take on too much power. And in these days politics was extreme power.
Jame sighed, his head held up high looking on, listening. He fingered the blaster by his hip, his most trusted ally. Battle noises could be heard close by, and he would be ready for any trouble.
He was sent here on a mission. He's never failed a mission yet and he wouldn't start now. He smiled with pride at the thought. Danger had always found him some way and he never faltered to find a way to get out right in the nick of time.
As if hearing his thoughts, a small group of white armored soldiers rounded a fallen structure. They were at a slow pace, not expecting any difficulty with this part of town. They were wrong to keep their guard down.
Pulling out his blaster her took out two before they knew what hit them. Smirking with satisfaction, he hit the ground rolling out of the burning blaster bolts. From behind a pile of bricks he glanced out and ended the others in a herd of fire. The smirk turned into a pure smile. He was a victim of his own ego like any other self-respecting scoundrel. Pride filled him as he went over to inspect his work. He was always looked upon for his efficient capabilities with some kind of gun.
Pushing away his self praise he looked up. Theed palace was within his view; his destination.
Putting his weapon away he made his way toward the remnants of the palace, hoping he wasn't too late.
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Padme Skywalker trotted down the relics of the palace. The place was a real plight. She found herself at times blanking out, having no clue where she was, even though this had been her home for many years. Previous struggles rearranged the passageways beyond identification.
She stopped to look down one corridor. A gray lighting lit her gaze. The walls were punctured in numerous places leaving rubble on the long floors. A human size statue lay in pieces. The arms and head dislocated. She walked down the hall out of curiosity. The icon in fragments at her feet sent a small cringe through her spine. I was creepy to see once glorious symbols in shreds.
The former ruler shook her head. It was like one big nightmare that wouldn't end. Problems and tribulations would arise abruptly in the past but would end all the same after she would think it though. After 'the wise queen' would put her wisdom and knowledge to work. The nightmare was still playing, has been for an eternity it seems. Peace was miles ahead. And here she was falling into the past, she thought observing her own behavior.
Clenching her teeth together and lowering her eyebrows to form shadows over her eyes; she trudged onward.
Her thoughts now meditated on her 'plan', and her surroundings. Concentrating she searched her environments for some hint of recognition. And she found it. She was right where she wanted to be, in the wing where she was sure they held the palace weapons.
The Queen stopped all the sudden. She stood and listened to her own breath heave in and out. She swore she saw a black image flashed before a broken window. Her ears picked up a quieted struggle. The hairs on the back her neck stood straight up. Rubbing the trigger of her blaster she waited. A hand gripped her shoulder. She jumped in surprise and reacted. Dropping the blaster she grabbed the hand and with all her strength flung the attacker over her shoulder. He landed with a load thump.
He had also dropped his weapon in her assault. She kicked it out of reach and also welcomed him with a swift strike to the stomach. He fell back down on his front.
"Who are you and who sent you?" she demanded
He coughed and hacked to get his breath back gazing at her with an unpleasant look in his eye.
"Answer me!" Padme ordered out of impatience and anger, about to kick him again.
Grabbing her closest foot he pulled hard sending her to join him on the solid, cold floor. He scrambled to top her. Towering over the fallen Queen he gripped her wrists before she could gain her focus.
"Now listen to me." He started.
Threatened by their position Padme brought her knee up into her intruder's most sensitive part. He instantly let her go toppling over on his side and grabbing his injured limb. She smirked amused at his weakness.
Propping herself on her hands she picked up her abandoned blaster. Standing she pointed the weapon at him.
"Que..Queen..Ami..dala?" He wheezed.
She froze.
"Yes, I am she." Padme answered, wondering if she had made a mistake on his identity.
He sat up slowly. He was recovering but slowly.
"I figured you were her. I was told the great Queen was aggressive." He breathed in heavily and smirked.
She eyed him curiously. He had a rugged sense to him. He wore torn cargo pants and a tight tunic that showed off his medium built of muscles. A blaster hung in a holster that rested around one shoulder crossing his front. Another in one holster on his left hip, the right hip-holster empty. Scars marked his bare arms and on his left cheek. His light brown hair was neatly short and his piercing green eyes seemed out of place. He was roughly handsome.
"Who are you?" She asked
Standing up slowly as to not further his pain, he brushed himself off.
"Name's Jame Hollis." He replied searching for his blaster. "I." He stopped to stoop down and pick up his weapon. "I was sent to find you and make sure to bring you back alive." He continued while inspecting the blaster.
She watched him. Part of her didn't trust him yet there was the other part that did.
"Man, you sure know how to really damage a man, I'm aching all over." He said rubbing the back of his neck.
"Who sent you?" She asked glaring at him with eyes as sharp as blades.
He stopped his movement and looked at her, a dumbfounded and hurt look on his face.
"Ok, no small talk. I got it." He smiled.
Padme rolled her eyes and sighed. She had met men like this. Any other day she would be entertained but not today, not now.
"Who sent you?" She repeated more sternly.
He stood up straight, matching her serious face with one of his own.
"I was sent to find you from a small group of rebels. Rebels, much like myself, against the Empire." He said eyeing the halls on both sides.
"A resistance against the Empire?" She asked intrigued.
"Yes, they've have heard of your leadership abilities and your own small resistance against the Empire. They requested your union with them."
Too many thoughts flashed before her mind. Her people, a chance for peace, an opportunity to make a difference. No. She gave up in hope, nothing would be the same, the group was just wasting their time sending him here. Her only concern now was to make one last attempt to save what was left of her people. She believed she would die here, she wouldn't get a chance to hold her daughter. She would perish trying to save others.
Jame studied her. the expression on her face showed signs of deep consideration.
"I don't have time for this." She replied slowly, quietly. Looking behind where he stood she walked abruptly past him at a fast pace not looking back.
Glancing over his shoulder, Jame smirked.
"Aggressive and stubborn." He muttered under his breath. But he wouldn't give up so easily.
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This is the second addition to my series. thanks for taking the time to read my crazy ideas. The web-site dedicated to all those ideas in my head can be found at Frailty: An Alternate Star Wars Universe
I am aware that there was a few grammatical errors in my previous chapter. My apologizes. I hope there won't be as many in this second Chapter.
Padme Naberrie Amidala Skywalker pushed back a stray hair impatiently as she charged down the abandoned Naboo halls. The only sound to be heard was her own audible footsteps. They were loud, and she could be easily seen by enemy attackers. Just like she wanted. She was angry, hate that had built up inside of her overflowed when she lost her only son and most trusted friend just a few minutes ago. Just like she had lost her husband, Anakin. He had left her. They left her. She would never see them again. But she had cried her tears and grieving time was over, she would claim a little revenge that the universe owed her, and she would fight her last fight for her planet if it came to that.
The palace was abandoned. Naboo was deserted. Many had left the planet with her blessings at the first sign of trouble. Most of them were commoners, the Gungans and several Naboo officers had stood by her, and their home planet. Half of the palace was rubble from the first array of blaster rain. Her surrounding buildings with her. With Republic upgrades the Naboo squadron had taken the few small fighters out to join the ashes. That was the first victory of the massive struggle, she feared it would be their only.
Hearing footsteps of more caution than her own, she slowed, inching to the corner's bend. Listening she calculated three, maybe more. Considering their careful yet heavy steps, and the clank that their clothing made, they were man with armor. The former Queen took a deep breath relying on her own strength and skill along with the element of surprise to overcome the intruders.
They turned the corner. Padme was waiting. Aiming her weapon, she kicked the blaster right out of the first's hand with a limber leg. She took out the two other with a single clan of blaster bolts. The first, still stunned, stood for a few seconds before fully comprehending that this was an attack. Those few second was all she needed. Putting all her power behind her arm and hand, she swing it at the guard's neck, where it was unprotected by armor. The maneuver knocked him flat, unconscious.
She had miscalculated, there was more, but they made no move to assault her, they wore no armor. She look up at them from the fallen guard. They were two men, Nabian. One wore robes of a Naboo in high power, she recognized him, but couldn't quite place a name. He was an older man, with gray hair, but a young face scarce with lines. The other one of her own palace guards. Both were soiled from battle with dirt and dried blood.
"You majesty?" The one she knew asked. Padme nodded slowly as a reply. He bowed his head in respect, lifting it he looked her in the eye.
"Forgive us your highness, We led these intruders in the palace. I am QuinisWandril, of your own court, and this is Neeld Drilion, Nubian solder." He hesitated before continuing. "The battle outside has taken a drastic turn. A large majority of our own Naboo solders and Gungan warriors have been taken into captivity and are being executed by the hour if you don't give them the victory," he rushed to say the last part.
Padme listened without looking away from the Naboo official, disbelief echoed in her mind. Would they be forced to surrendered so soon? There must be some other way.
Quinis waited, giving time for the information to sink in. "My Queen, if we do not take some kind of action soon, more lives will simply slip through our fingers." He frowned. "They plan to make you sign something, saying that you have excepted the New Imperial Order. My best guess is that after they have your name on that treaty, they will be rid of you and lie like the scum they are, saying it was a 'regretted accident'."
Padme's eyebrows knitted together in deep memories and concentration. The situation was almost identical with the past, but worse. They were being attacked by a powerful new form of control. The Republic could no longer help, it had evolved into the New Empire, a empire that hide it's true cruel intention beneath fancy words, and proclamations of reforms in government. But not all are as naive as the Empire would like them to be, and they paid for it.
"I'm afraid," Padme said slowly looking at the wall behind her audience."That Naboo will fall, but not without a fight. We have been fighting, but it's not over yet. I will not yield to the evil of the Galaxy." She finished through clenched teeth. Taking a deep breath she tried calming her nerves, and continued. "Where are they being held?"
The younger, Neeld, answered.
"In huge walking droids, they look like. They're controlled by the head and are equipped with high powered weapons having excellent accuracy. I'd say about four of them roaming about. They look invincible."
"And there are still some Gungans and Naboo fighting?"
"Yes, but they are few in number." The older replied.
Padme's thoughts never centered on the odds. Her mind review strategies and possibilities. The 'walking droids' the solder was referring to were actually called At-At's. The walking death tools were a new breakthrough in war-technology. They were brought before the Republic in the past for a review on the latest universal developments. Although impressive in action, the machines were proven too faulty and sent back to the creator for something a more useful. 'We aren't at war,' she recalled Chancellor Palpatine saying. She now suspected that he did more then just dismiss them.
Padme's concentration circled around the possibility of the machines having the same weakness they were rejected for. On various senate meetings and reports she never failed to pay close attention to the war and peace progress. She gave extra observation in these areas, considering her concern toward keeping Naboo peaceful.
The main reason the Republic had for not excepting the At-At's was the fact that they were indeed not needed. But they were tested. The metal used to conceal the insides were easily punctured, and the shields were poorly constructed. Average blaster fire may have trouble, but a simple thermal detonator would solve that problem. The creator's focus was too much on weaponry and attack ability, not on defense.
"Alright, I want you two to round up the remainder of our army and meet me in front of the palace," she said eyeing the corridor behind them. A new spirit of strength welled up inside of her. She had a plan. If it didn't work she would die in an attempt.
The two looked at her in alarm, obviously expecting the Queen to meet the Emperials demands. "Your Highness?" the older said his voice layered with concern.
She looked at the two and smiled with a sinister feel behind it.
"Trust me."
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Obi-Wan Kenobi followed his escort of loaded fighters towards the front blockaded ship. Giving them the impression that he was no threat and would make no attempt to escape. Reaching out with his senses he searched the pilots' minds. Enforcing his plan with a few artificial thoughts planted in their brains. he would have to make his move soon. His palms sweated in perspiration as he gripped the handle and rubbed the trigger with his fingers. His mind was open and in tune with those around him, waiting for the right time.
Then he felt it, a ripple in the force telling him to take action. He pressed the button on top of the trigger allowing the bottom blaster to peek out. And he fired. The shields of the fighter directly ahead sizzled till the Jedi reinforced the first shot with a few more. It was reduced to scrape metal in seconds. Obi-Wan was taken back by the high powered fire arms of the small Nubian ship.
Knowing he had worn out his welcome he grabbed the controls and dove downwards to avoid a run in with the floating remainders of the fighter.
The other part of the squadron stayed in placed before fully comprehending that the 'harmless' cruiser had attacked. They made chase, firing as they pursued him.
Obi-Wan juggled attacking them with his own weapons with one hand, and piloting with the other while trying to keep his distance between himself and the blockade. Once he was out of the planet's gravitational pulls and safely away from his attackers he would be allowed to jump into hyperspace.
His ship rocked to the left from an unwanted bolt, forcing Obi-Wan to grip the controls with both hands, abandoning his lower blaster. More hits followed the previous example. They were at him from all sides, swaying back and forth behind him. The knight's thoughts turned for a second to admire the speed of the small fighters.
He was quickly to be brought out of his thoughts by a swarm of hits from his right. The Nubain shield were always something less to be desired he considered as he watched the shield power decline rapidly.
An old strategy came to the Jedi's mind, he had always had a passion for machines which was odd for a Jedi. Most Jedi's were ignorant to the mechanics of a starship, or anything technological for that matter. But not Obi-Wan, along with his usual studying he had squeezed in a few reports on piloting strategies and mechanics.
He increased the speed to reinforce his scheme. Before Obi-Wan had been reluctant to do so, considering the presence of the blockade, he could easily lose control with the way the fighters behind him managed to plant fire into the weakening shields every other second. They sped up also.
Reaching out with the force he felt those behind him side to side they went. He would have to wait for the right seconds to attempt falling back behind them. Trying to fly and shoot at the small ships was not an easy task. He sensed the spirits of the pilots teeter back and forth.
Two to the right and three to the left, he instantly cut the speed to zero. The Nubian ship slipped between the others with exceptional grace. Obi-Wan watched the spirits he kept track out speed ahead. taking the one blaster controls in his hand he opened his mind to the force and fired.
One was hit in the wing sending it propelling into another. The third fell victim to his precise ambition. More scrape metal drifted to join the others. Obi-Wan again dove downward as the last two wheeled backwards towards. He hit the speed, thumbing the hyperdrive.
Obi-Wan eyed the computer to his left giving him permission to jump into hyperspace. He was well out of Naboo's grip, and his attackers.. Checking the coordinance, he nodded. He swerved aside and engaged the cruiser into hyperspace. Out of Naboo's grasp forever.
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Lord Vader stood watching the small freighter escape with outstanding piloting skills, almost as good as himself, he thought with amusement. But there was nothing entertaining about what just took place. He knew who was in that ship, the feeling was too strong to mistake. Obi-Wan Kenobi, his former Master, and at the time his most hated foe.
He had just watch him slip through his grasp. Vader's fist clenched with hate burning in his stomach. He would not get away so easily next time he encountered him. Next time he would watch the mans blue eyes scream and beg for mercy. He would feel the feeling of hopelessness. He would pay.
The sith lord could feel another eyes upon him. He looked to the Captain. An uncontrollable urge to silence him forever pulled at him. To lessen the ire that swelled within him. It was his fault, he didn't move fast enough, he was not worthy of such high command. He was weak.
Acting on his rage he lifted his arm a swiftly swung it through the air at no one, but the bittersweet side that binds the universe together was in him sending a shockwave of power outwards.
The next thing heard was the eerie sound of a lifeless body hitting hard ground. Bringing his arm back he took a long deep breath, trying to find a little calm to speak for all eyes were either on him or the deceased shell. He could feel their surprise, their thoughts on how this sith was someone to fear. Their wonder at what had set the dark man off.
Turning to walk out, he stopped briefly by a young commander.
"Commander." He snapped.
"Ye..yessir," he stuttered.
"Clean up this mess." He took a few more steps to his requested destination, then stopped.
"And send word to Corellia officials that the fool that put these fleet together has a generous amount on his head."
"I will see to it myself," he replied. Now standing up straight and looking right into the Lord Vader's hidden eyes.
"You do that, Captain."
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The planet was a disaster. Buildings that once stood for a peaceful planet were reduced to rocks and wreckage. Blood and dirt could be seen smearing the remaining walls of the city. Smoke was thick in the air, the smell mingled in with many other unknown aromas. The Clone wars were cruel to this planet, and the New Empire wasn't assisting to its recovery.
Jame Hollis observed the fallen Capital city of Naboo. Theed. He had seen similar destruction. Some not as bad as this, others much, much worse.
War wasn't pleasant, Jame thought. Yet he was devoted to warlike situations. He was a smuggler, pirate, renegade, and rebel. He had lived life avoiding law and order, always believing that the Republic was heading for a downfall. But when it did fall, he didn't agree with the new terms of this 'New Empire'. This is what you get when politics take on too much power. And in these days politics was extreme power.
Jame sighed, his head held up high looking on, listening. He fingered the blaster by his hip, his most trusted ally. Battle noises could be heard close by, and he would be ready for any trouble.
He was sent here on a mission. He's never failed a mission yet and he wouldn't start now. He smiled with pride at the thought. Danger had always found him some way and he never faltered to find a way to get out right in the nick of time.
As if hearing his thoughts, a small group of white armored soldiers rounded a fallen structure. They were at a slow pace, not expecting any difficulty with this part of town. They were wrong to keep their guard down.
Pulling out his blaster her took out two before they knew what hit them. Smirking with satisfaction, he hit the ground rolling out of the burning blaster bolts. From behind a pile of bricks he glanced out and ended the others in a herd of fire. The smirk turned into a pure smile. He was a victim of his own ego like any other self-respecting scoundrel. Pride filled him as he went over to inspect his work. He was always looked upon for his efficient capabilities with some kind of gun.
Pushing away his self praise he looked up. Theed palace was within his view; his destination.
Putting his weapon away he made his way toward the remnants of the palace, hoping he wasn't too late.
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Padme Skywalker trotted down the relics of the palace. The place was a real plight. She found herself at times blanking out, having no clue where she was, even though this had been her home for many years. Previous struggles rearranged the passageways beyond identification.
She stopped to look down one corridor. A gray lighting lit her gaze. The walls were punctured in numerous places leaving rubble on the long floors. A human size statue lay in pieces. The arms and head dislocated. She walked down the hall out of curiosity. The icon in fragments at her feet sent a small cringe through her spine. I was creepy to see once glorious symbols in shreds.
The former ruler shook her head. It was like one big nightmare that wouldn't end. Problems and tribulations would arise abruptly in the past but would end all the same after she would think it though. After 'the wise queen' would put her wisdom and knowledge to work. The nightmare was still playing, has been for an eternity it seems. Peace was miles ahead. And here she was falling into the past, she thought observing her own behavior.
Clenching her teeth together and lowering her eyebrows to form shadows over her eyes; she trudged onward.
Her thoughts now meditated on her 'plan', and her surroundings. Concentrating she searched her environments for some hint of recognition. And she found it. She was right where she wanted to be, in the wing where she was sure they held the palace weapons.
The Queen stopped all the sudden. She stood and listened to her own breath heave in and out. She swore she saw a black image flashed before a broken window. Her ears picked up a quieted struggle. The hairs on the back her neck stood straight up. Rubbing the trigger of her blaster she waited. A hand gripped her shoulder. She jumped in surprise and reacted. Dropping the blaster she grabbed the hand and with all her strength flung the attacker over her shoulder. He landed with a load thump.
He had also dropped his weapon in her assault. She kicked it out of reach and also welcomed him with a swift strike to the stomach. He fell back down on his front.
"Who are you and who sent you?" she demanded
He coughed and hacked to get his breath back gazing at her with an unpleasant look in his eye.
"Answer me!" Padme ordered out of impatience and anger, about to kick him again.
Grabbing her closest foot he pulled hard sending her to join him on the solid, cold floor. He scrambled to top her. Towering over the fallen Queen he gripped her wrists before she could gain her focus.
"Now listen to me." He started.
Threatened by their position Padme brought her knee up into her intruder's most sensitive part. He instantly let her go toppling over on his side and grabbing his injured limb. She smirked amused at his weakness.
Propping herself on her hands she picked up her abandoned blaster. Standing she pointed the weapon at him.
"Que..Queen..Ami..dala?" He wheezed.
She froze.
"Yes, I am she." Padme answered, wondering if she had made a mistake on his identity.
He sat up slowly. He was recovering but slowly.
"I figured you were her. I was told the great Queen was aggressive." He breathed in heavily and smirked.
She eyed him curiously. He had a rugged sense to him. He wore torn cargo pants and a tight tunic that showed off his medium built of muscles. A blaster hung in a holster that rested around one shoulder crossing his front. Another in one holster on his left hip, the right hip-holster empty. Scars marked his bare arms and on his left cheek. His light brown hair was neatly short and his piercing green eyes seemed out of place. He was roughly handsome.
"Who are you?" She asked
Standing up slowly as to not further his pain, he brushed himself off.
"Name's Jame Hollis." He replied searching for his blaster. "I." He stopped to stoop down and pick up his weapon. "I was sent to find you and make sure to bring you back alive." He continued while inspecting the blaster.
She watched him. Part of her didn't trust him yet there was the other part that did.
"Man, you sure know how to really damage a man, I'm aching all over." He said rubbing the back of his neck.
"Who sent you?" She asked glaring at him with eyes as sharp as blades.
He stopped his movement and looked at her, a dumbfounded and hurt look on his face.
"Ok, no small talk. I got it." He smiled.
Padme rolled her eyes and sighed. She had met men like this. Any other day she would be entertained but not today, not now.
"Who sent you?" She repeated more sternly.
He stood up straight, matching her serious face with one of his own.
"I was sent to find you from a small group of rebels. Rebels, much like myself, against the Empire." He said eyeing the halls on both sides.
"A resistance against the Empire?" She asked intrigued.
"Yes, they've have heard of your leadership abilities and your own small resistance against the Empire. They requested your union with them."
Too many thoughts flashed before her mind. Her people, a chance for peace, an opportunity to make a difference. No. She gave up in hope, nothing would be the same, the group was just wasting their time sending him here. Her only concern now was to make one last attempt to save what was left of her people. She believed she would die here, she wouldn't get a chance to hold her daughter. She would perish trying to save others.
Jame studied her. the expression on her face showed signs of deep consideration.
"I don't have time for this." She replied slowly, quietly. Looking behind where he stood she walked abruptly past him at a fast pace not looking back.
Glancing over his shoulder, Jame smirked.
"Aggressive and stubborn." He muttered under his breath. But he wouldn't give up so easily.
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This is the second addition to my series. thanks for taking the time to read my crazy ideas. The web-site dedicated to all those ideas in my head can be found at Frailty: An Alternate Star Wars Universe
I am aware that there was a few grammatical errors in my previous chapter. My apologizes. I hope there won't be as many in this second Chapter.
-Kenobi
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