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I'm trying to do my best and I hope the story will be not that much full of grammatical mistakes. English isn't my monthertongue. The chapthers will be getting longer and more detailed soon.
So, let's get introduced with our protagonists.
Chapter 1
His awakening in the early morning hours was horrible. His clothes were hanging numb from his skeletal old body. When trying to get up he felt a sudden dizziness. This headache he had for weeks now was just starting again. Slowly he sat on his bed again waiting for the dizziness to be gone.
The day would be full of appointments of any kind, but no privacy at all. He already had forgotten what the meaning of privacy was. He didn't remember how it felt to sleep well or sleep until the late morning hours. To go to a holomovie or into an exhibition without being noticed by an audience.
There was officially no time for him to have a private life, but he knew the feeling of boredom very well, he felt it daily. At lunchtime at last, sometimes even earlier.
But he hadn't had a chance to escape. His lifelong dream of an empire was his fate as well. There was no difference.
He stood up, went straight into his fresher and undressed himself slowly. The dizziness was gone but the headache was getting more painful. Yet he didn't take pills to stop the pain, he abhorred chemicals because they could break his link to the Dark Side in the worst case. Avoiding the big mirror onto the wall he slipped into the shower. The water was icy; he wanted just to wake up his mind. To refresh his body from the state of doze.
Later on he dressed himself. He needed no help with his robes, not yet, but everyday dressing and all the things that were normal for every being were getting more and more onerously. His wardrobe in his dressing room was full of his robes. All in black. But behind these black robes, deep into his wardrobe, were a few robes he had worn when being Supreme Chancellor. These days were so long gone, so long, nearly a lifetime. He could remember them but looking back was nothing he practised. Often he thought about having a droid in his wardrobe if he needed some help at dressing. But admitting that he really needed help in such simple daily matters was shameful for him. Especially for him. The greatest Master of the Sith, an old man.
No one, nor being nor machine will ever see me in these rooms, in my rooms! Not undressed, not without my hood that hides this monster of mine… That demon that burned my flesh and devoured my soul.
Grandwezir Sate Pestage was one of his closest friends, one of his oldest friends. Pestage started to work for him even before he became representative for the system of Naboo. For sure he knew everything about Palpatine. About his past, as much as Palpatine told him, about his plans when he was chancellor and about his plans for the galactic empire. As his aide and closest friends Pestage organized Palpatines daily routine, his appointments and meetings. And, of course his less private life. No one ever was so close to him and would be so close in the future.
"Your 0900 meeting has been cancelled", Pestage informed him while Palpatine tried to get some food in his sore stomach.
"Why?"
"Let's say…Senator Mothma has been seen in company with some other…rebellious individuals."
"Why didn't you inform me earlier?"
"Information was coming in just a few minutes ago…the Senators' involvement in the Rebellion is now proved."
"Do what must been done to capture her before she could flee. I want her alive…if possible."
"If not?"
"Then make it possible!"
Pestage bowed and let him alone, for his own. He knew when his master was in a very bad mood, when his master hadn't slept a single minute at night. Then it was better to just inform and obey him. No more, no less. Palpatine could be very…strict towards his friends and aides as well as to his enemies. There seemed to be no difference for him if it was a friend who failed or betrayed him, or an enemy who rebel against him.
And his master had been in a bad mood more often since the Alliance, the Rebels, has been formed and sent him an open letter. But for the Emperor this letter was a letter of treason. And all who signed it were condemned for treachery. These individuals, mostly senators or senatorial aides, some military personals were traitors and were now hunted by armed forces, bounty hunters, and…if necessary by Lord Vader himself.
Her father wasn't happy about her planned trip to the core worlds. He was very cared about his daughter, an only-child, his only left linking to his wife. But Kimea Kenobi was old enough to make her own decision, and she decided to go. At an age of 24 she just finished her mastery of the Force, ended her studies a year ago and now tried to find her place in this cruel galaxy. Obi-Wan didn't know about her exact plans but he knew his daughter that well so he could tell she won't be able to avoid problems with the higher administrative. And on a planet as Coruscant, Imperial Centre, it would be the Emperor himself.
Kimea was force-sensitive, and she was trained to be a Jedi. Her skills in the Light Side were acceptable for her age and the bad condition the Jedi Order had to train their less Padawan since the day Palpatine took over the Old Republic and gave the orders to order 66.
Another problem, if he could call it a problem, was his daughter's interest in the Dark Side. It wasn't an urgent problem because Kimea wasn't attractive for the Dark Side. She could use it but wasn't used by it. There seemed to be no tribute she had to pay for mastering it. Something that even Masters like Palpatine and Vader couldn't handle.
And now his little daughter wanted to move into the core worlds, in the direct control of the men who killed her friends and comrades. He didn't know why, but he felt that his daughter had lied to him about her plans and her intention to leave him and her future in the Jedi Order. She left behind everything she loved. Friends, family and job.
"You shouldn't be cared so much, dad. I'll be alright, I promise. And I'll hide myself in the force if that's what matters you."
"I can't hold you back, I know."
"Organa has given me an address where I can find a new job and an apartment. I'll use moms name, they won't find it out if I won't let them. And I'm going to sent you messages regularly."
"I'm sure you do."
He embraced her a last time when standing with her in front of the spaceport of Mos Eisley. She just bought a ticket to Chandrila. Her first step to enter the core worlds. From Chandrila she would travel directly to Coruscant where she would meet Senator Organa himself at Chance Palp. Her later-on plans were then a secret to him and would stay a secret.
He had to go. She had to go. Her ship was ready to take off.
Kimea smiled at him: "I'll be back as soon as possible."
"Don't give a promise to me, my child."
She nodded, then took her luggage and entered the ship that would take her to Chandrila. She didn't look back, but forward.
