Title: Birth of Tyranny
Author: ewan's girl


-Chapter 2


Anakin looked at his master then at this woman, he vaguely remembered this woman from somewhere. The tension could've been sliced with a light saber. Finally Bail Organa broke the silence.
"Captain Windu, maybe you should go over the situation at hand with our Jedi guests." His commanding tone forced everyone to look his way.
"Yes your highness." She answered, and looked back at Obi Wan. "Master Jedi, as you've been informed, there has been a threat placed on king Organa's life, we normally wouldn't need Jedi protection for such a threat, but it is too close to the celebration ball that we aren't prepared to take any chances."
"I understand all of that She-ar-.... Captain Windu." Obi Wan stated in an annoyed tone of voice. "What exactly was the threat?"
She-ar-ah took a piece of paper out of her belt and handed it to Obi Wan. "This was found attached to the palace gate by a dagger two days ago."
Obi Wan looked at the paper he noticed the calligraphy writing was written in a red substance, he pointed at the words. "Blood?" He asked.
She-ar-ah nodded. "Shrills blood."
"What's a shrill?" Anakin piped in.
"A shrill is an endangered specie that lives in the caves on our beaches, a beautiful yet dangerous bird." She-ar-ah answered for the padawan.
Obi Wan read the words out loud. "All will gather for the celebration, but will stay for the funeral." He continued to look at the note when Bail began to speak again.
"We understand that it isn't an uncommon thing to have threats like this, but something about this one is troubling us."
"What?" Anakin looked at the note in his master's hand.
"The dagger used to post the note, it is a very ancient weapon, one that dates back to the great sith wars." She-ar-ah filled the Jedi in.
"How do you know this?" The young Jedi asked, almost startled.
"Young Skywalker it is my job to know, I am a weapons expert." She-ar-ah stated in almost a proud tone. She brought out the blade from her boot, it was wrapped in a cloth, and she opened the cloth and revealed a very old dagger, with a handle that was beautifully, yet simply designed. "You see the sith would design the handle to be very simple, but these grooves on the side here make it easier to drive the blade into their opponent. The other thing that gave it away as a sith blade was this." She then flipped a switch on the handle and the blade illuminated in her hand. "The earliest version of a light dagger, a very common sith weapon."
Anakin stared at the blade in awe. "People used to fight with these?"
"Yes padawan, the sith would surprise their opponent with this blade while fighting." Obi Wan informed his apprentice. "Not the Jedi way of fighting."
"I hope you can understand why I called for Jedi protection." She-ar-ah stated, putting the blade on the desk. "A normal assassin or bounty hunter wouldn't have access to a weapon of this kind, that is what worries us."
Obi Wan nodded, he was deep in thought about the possibilities as to who could have access to a weapon of this kind. "One thing is for certain," he finally said. "Dark forces are involved here, and we need to be ready."
"So, Dooku was right." Anakin said in a low tone.
"No! That's impossible." Bail Organa argued.
"Now padawan, the Jedi know that the dark side is on the rise but it doesn't mean that they have taken over the senate. And with all due respect your majesty, you above all should know there is corruption in the senate you can't argue that dark forces might be somewhat responsible for that corruption." Obi Wan stated in a very wise and commanding tone.
The room fell in silence for a moment. She-ar-ah cleared her throat to break the silence. "Perhaps it's time for the Jedi to be shown to there quarters, I'm sure they are tired after their long journey."
"Yes Captain Windu, good idea." Bail Organa came back to reality. "I'll call my servant to show you to your rooms."
"Thank you your highness." The Jedi bowed in unison.
**

"Master." Count Dooku called over his comlink.
"Yes, what is it?" A hologram of Darth Sidious appeared in the room.
"The droids are complete master, we await you command."
"Excellent, you have done well my apprentice. Begin transporting the troops to Alderaan." The evil lord commanded. "Do not land until I have given the signal."
"Yes my master. Everything is in play my lord, the assassin has landed on Alderaan and is making preparations as we speak for the celebration." Dooku reported with a wicked grin on his face.
"Good, everything is working to our advantage."
**

In a small corner of the palace in her office She-ar-ah Windu sat looking out her window. She was contemplating the events that had occurred earlier that day. She stared at the crashing waves as images ran through her head. 'Of course my father would send him, how could I be so stupid to not know that' suddenly someone burst through her door it was none other than Obi Wan Kenobi.
"Would you care to explain it to me as to why you are here?" He said in a commanding tone.
"Excuse me. How dare you come barging into my office, who do you think you are?" She stood up from behind her desk and put her hands on her hips.
"Pardon me She-ar-ah, but I've been asking myself this question for the last 13 years, it's time for answers." He looked at her in the eyes.
She sighed to herself and looked back at the ocean.
"She-ar-ah." Obi Wan purged.
She turned and looked at him. "What do you want to know?"
"First of all, why didn't you tell me that your father is master Windu?" He walked closer to her.
"Because, I didn't know until I was 16, and then I was commanded not to tell anyone." She answered, turning her attention back to the water. "My father met my mother on a mission, they fell in love, he wouldn't give up the Jedi for her, told her that it was forbidden to marry her. He returned to Courascant and became a Jedi council member. 9 Months later a baby showed up on the temple steps." Obi Wan had a look of complete shock on his face. "My father broke the code, he almost lost his place on the council because of it. Luckily only master Yoda knew my true identity, and he was very sympathetic." She-ar-ah looked at Obi Wan.
"I had no idea." He lamely stated.
"No one did, my father trained me as any other Jedi until I was 13, then I noticed that I wasn't a Jedi because I didn't receive a master. I continued to learn how to fight with a light saber, and enthralled myself in the Jedi arts. I also began to study about weapons, and alternative fighting styles. I decided that if I couldn't be a Jedi, then I'd serve the galaxy in other ways." She continued to tell her story. "So when Bail Organa told my father that he was looking for the best body guard in the galaxy, my father recruited me, and I've been in his highness' service ever since."
"Why did you just leave like that She-ar-ah? Why didn't you tell me?" Obi Wan asked, coming even closer to her.
"I was planning on not going, I was planning on staying on Courascant with you. But then you made it perfectly clear that it is against the Jedi code to form attachments; that you made a commitment to the Jedi order, which I understood completely. So, I left." She said in a very hurt tone.
"I'm sorry if my commitments hurt you, but I thought you understood. You still didn't have to leave without saying goodbye." He now sounded hurt.
"I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen, I had to leave the next morning, besides I felt it would be easier on you and your commitments if I just left." She put a hand on his shoulder. "You have no idea how many times I thought about contacting you."
"Why didn't you?" He looked into her eyes.
"I was afraid of your reaction, plus now I have my own commitments. After Bail adopted Naboo's style of bodyguards in having a decoy that looks like you, he asked me to be his head of security, I couldn't turn him down Alderaan has become my home, I love the people very dearly." She removed her hand. "I figured you'd understand." Both of them stared at each other for a moment, the clear their throats at the same time.
"So, I guess we better stick to our commitments, and figure this threat out." Obi Wan broke the silence.
"Yes." She-ar-ah moved back to her desk. "Stick to our commitments, good idea.
**
Walking along one of the many beaches of Alderaan a lone figure could be found, taking in his surroundings, and seemingly in deep thought. The figure belonged to a 13-year-old boy, who looked like he had lived longer than his real age. The boy ran his fingers through his jet-black hair, and he took out a comlink, and listened to an eerie voice come over the speaker.
"It is time." The voice of count Dooku was heard.
The boy had a wicked snarl on his face, and gave an evil laugh as he walked to his ship, under his right arm he held a silver and blue helmet which gleamed in the sunlight.