George Lucas owns everything Star Wars, please don't sue me!
"Imagine a world of infinite darkness... Twisted by the dark side. Consumed by greed, lust, and hatred. Evil is everywhere... Then came the Jedi, bringing light into the darkness."
Author's note: This story has been discontinued! Please go see the re-write of this story I am currently working on titled: New Messiah.
Chapter I
Star Wars
IT IS YOUR DESTINY
In a dashing move, Chancellor Palpatine, leader of the Galactic Senate has
been kidnapped by Separatist leader Count Dooku, and droid army leader; General Grievous...
Two Jedi knight's; Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Anakin Skywalker , mount a daring
rescue to save Chancellor Palpatine from the vile clutches of his captives.
Successful in slaying Count Dooku, and rescuing Chancellor Palpatine,
our heroes return to Coruscant, the capital of the Galactic Republic to discuss the end of the Clone Wars...
"Chancellor! Are you are all right?" Jedi Master Mace Windu said hurriedly running up to Chancellor Palpatine.
"I am, thanks to these two," Palpatine said, pointing over at Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker.
"I killed Count Dooku," Anakin said. "Unfortunately General Grievous escaped," Obi-Wan added.
"And so the war will continue," Palpatine said coldly. Mace Windu gave Chancellor Palpatine his trade mark icy glare. Little did Windu know that underneath the politics, and 'humble' demeanor of the Chancellor lurked the heart of a Sith lord - The Sith lord the Jedi had been searching for.
"Without Count Dooku, the separatists are leaderless. Now is the time to sue for peace." Mace Windu had always believed in the power of words over action. And his demeanor and reputation showed it. However, when words had failed, he was more than capable of holding his own in battle. Second to Master Yoda as a swordsman. Mace Windu was well respected for his wisdom, and fighting abilities among the Jedi Order.
Palpatine eyed master Windu with contempt. His eyes conveying anger, and hatred. "Nonsense Master Windu!" He spat. "With Grievous still alive, their ability to wage war has never been stronger!"
"Then we will track down Grievous, and destroy him. This war must end!" Windu replied. Obi-Wan at this time, decided to add to the conversation. "What if Master Yoda's feelings are correct? And Count Dooku was merely the apprentice Sith lord?"
"That's a question only time will reveal," Master Windu said. Eyeing a departing Chancellor.
"My Jedi friends, I must address the senate about the continuing war. Please excuse me." Palpatine said leaving. Fools! They have no idea that I am the Sith lord! Palpatine thought to himself, grinning evilly...
Obi-Wan and Master Windu continued to debate the ongoing war, while Anakin sneaked away to greet a shadowed figure, hiding behind a large pillar. It was none other than senator Padmé Amidala, Anakin's beloved wife.
The two of them had been married secretly for the past three years.
"Oh Ani! You're all right!" She said gleefully, running into his arms. Anakin smiled, and picked her up and twirled her around before setting her down, and embracing her close. "Oh, Padmé... It seems like we've been apart for a lifetime. If the Chancellor hadn't been kidnapped, I don't think they would have ever brought us back from the outer rim sieges." Anakin said, kissing Padmé passionately. " You grow more beautiful each time I return," Anakin softly said, trying to flatter his wife. It worked, her cheeks turned to a shade of crimson for a moment. Padmé was his Goddess, his breath. Each time he was called away on a mission, it pained him beyond words to be torn away from her. This war must end! Anakin thought, looking into his wife's chocolate eyes. He leaned in to kiss her again, but she stopped him. "Wait, not here..." She said, disappointment echoing in her voice.
"Not here? Padmé... I'm tired of this deception. I don't care if they know we're married anymore!"
"Don't say things like that Ani... I love you more than anything. But I won't let you give up your life as a Jedi for me. I know how much it means to you. Ever since I met you on Tatooine, you dreamed of being a Jedi. And helping other's. Now you're finally fulfilling that dream... I am so proud of you Anakin. But, I won't let you give that up for me," Padmé said, lowering her head. Anakin cupped her chin gently, "Shh... oh sweetheart... I've given my life to the Jedi Order. But, I would only give up my life for you," he said, drawing her in closer. He could feel Padmé trembling. "Oh, baby... You're trembling, what's the matter?"
Padmé could barely work up the courage to say a word to her husband. But, she knew she had to tell him... "Nothing's wrong Ani..." She said softly, a tear streaming down her cheek. "...I'm pregnant..." Anakin was taken aback. He was shocked. Surely they had practiced proper protection during their romantic interludes? Me? A father? Anakin thought to himself. He admitted to himself, the thought never crossed his mind. Not when he was still so young. But the thought of a little life stirring inside Padmé's belly, a life that their love created made him overjoyed. "That's wonderful..." Anakin said, trying to show optimism in his voice. But he feared, feared he wouldn't be able to take care of their baby. And what would the senate say once they found out she was pregnant? Anakin pushed these thoughts aside, and simply embraced his wife. This was a moment of joy, not sadness.
The sun was beginning to set, and the air was getting colder. "We should probably get out of here, I feel you're getting cold," Anakin said, wrapping his Jedi cloak around his wife. Padmé shivered slightly and wrapped an arm around her husband as the two retreated back to their Coruscant apartment for the evening.
Meanwhile, off in the distance, a figure, shrouded in darkness stood, watching the young couple walk away. The figure was none other than Chancellor Palpatine... Watching them. A grin forming across his crooked features. So you're the father....