Note: I am going to play around with and change some of the ages in this fic, but I assure you none of them will vary by more than ten years. In case any of you are wondering, Janier is not related to Alema; I just drew the name out of a box. If you know a Latin language or an Asian language, feel free to play dictionary with some of the names.
Part 3
The thirteen-year-old boy stared ahead into the vast spaceport of Coruscant and his grip on his belongings tightened in anger. He and his mother had worked for years to land him on Coruscant, only to have some pint-sized, green troll send him back to the spaceport.
Flashback
"Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hatred, hatred leads to suffering, and suffering leads to the dark side. Too much fear and anger I sense." The troll leaned upon a short, thick walking stick.
"Uhhh…" The confused boy allowed his jaw to drop, but no words came out. Just what did this riddle-speaking, old man mean?
"In other words, we can't train you." Another person in the circle spoke. Somehow, those Jedi creeps could read his mind.
End of flashback
The boy blinked the memory away and glanced around the colossal spaceport of the city-planet. His eyes stopped on a human woman and a bluish-green Twi'lek man. The pair appeared to be two average people, but his feelings said the opposite.
The dark-haired human headed in the boy's direction and the Twi'lek soon followed suit.
"Janier Rar, are you really a bounty hunter?" The woman asked.
"Yes, fair Lady Skywalker, I am. May I be of further service to you?" The Twi'lek smiled.
"Well, this is for the ride." The dark-haired woman handed something to the Twi'lek. She then took out a holo-image and continued, "If you want, you can bring me this kid."
"For how much, lady?" The Twi'lek quickened his pace and caught up to the Sith.
"We can discuss the price when you hand her to me. Make sure Shmi doesn't get a single scratch on her."
"May I keep this holo-image?" The Twi'lek smiled slightly as he strutted beside the Sith, who nodded and handed the image to the lean Twi'lek.
"Then we shall meet again when I have her." The Twi'lek bowed slightly and disappeared into the diverse crowd.
Suddenly, the boy's surroundings began to feel like ice.
"Halen Palpatine, I have been searching for you." With mere words, the woman whom the Twi'lek addressed as Lady Skywalker sent gusts of bone-chilling wind at the rejected Force-sensitive. iHow did this shadow person know my name? /i The boy wondered as he stood shaking. iThis must be freak-me-out day on Coruscant./i
"I see. You have much to learn about the Force, child, but your anger will speed up the process, once I teach you how to wield it properly." The woman said in a somewhat arrogant tone.
Mercure Skywalker could not believe her luck. The chance of her coming face-to-face with an obvious Sith treasure was minimal, yet she found the perfect student standing before her the minute she landed on the planet. iSo much unlike that traitor Aden. Oh well, this boy won't be my son the way she was my daughter./i The Sith thought.
Flashback
A young Sith was watching political debates on the overcrowded streets of Coruscant when a woman tapped her on the shoulder.
"Excuse me, ma'am, but can you watch my baby while I'm in the refresher?" The dark-haired Mercure nodded and accepted the child.
Time revealed the deception in the mother's words and Mercure, during her wait, had uncovered the Force-potential of the child. She thought. iWell well, I guess the Force is with me. We Siths don't get powerful babies delivered right into our hands everyday./i
End of flashback
iAnd an untrained kid who's already touched the dark side is much better than any baby. Ah, the good old days before the I was exiled from the Republic./i The Sith thought. The boy before her was almost perfect Sith material. If his face was a piece of artwork, the livid eyes would have been the center of interest and the fiery bangs would have served to lead the observer to that center. It was a shame that in order to be a successful Sith, the appearance would have to be tamed at times.
"You're weird." The boy almost muttered to the Sith.
"You won't be saying that once you know the full power of the Force." Mercure replied. Before the boy could walk away, she continued. "I know the weakling Jedi did not wish to show you your true powers, but I do."
"Hah! Yeah ri… Whoa!" The boy stopped in mid-sentence when he found himself floating several centimeters above the ground.
"Halen Palpatine, you have the potential to achieve things a million times as great as that small feat I have demonstrated. Accept me as your mentor, and I will help you become great. I will help you bring down the accursed Jedi who follow a tainted version of the way of the unifying Force." Mercure spoke rapidly, not stopping for a second to allow for protest.
"Sure. Why not? I got nothing to lose." The boy almost smiled. "Should I start calling you shifu?"
"In modern Basic the word is master. Remember, no one saw what just happened except for you and me. I mind-tricked them."
"Teach me, my master."