Hello, long time no see. I don't own Star Wars, obviously and I am making no money. Welcome to my story about who I think Rey's grandmother is. Hope you enjoy. Master Fay is a Jedi from comic canon, and I don't own her either (But I don't think anyone really does).
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Palpatine wasn't sure whether his master had set him up to fail and die, or if the force had not given up it's secrets. Which ever it was didn't seem to matter now though, as all the future glory he had foreseen was fading in the burn his ship was making across an unknown planet in the desolate rim.
He had been tasked with bartering for a Sith artifact from pirates on the outermost part of the rim. A simple enough task, had the pirates not betrayed him at the last moment, poisoning him through the artefact. He managed to kill many of them to get to his ship, but they had been prepared for that contingency too, firing on his engines before he could make the jump to lightspeed.
Now, he was alone with not even a droid, plummeting in a ball of fire and trying to stay conscious from the potent poison that was spreading with every beat of his heart. He could sense the pirates following him. They wanted to make sure he was dead. That made him believe that Plagueis was behind this assasination and it angered him that he did not think he would live to have his revenge.
The young Sith was trying everything he knew to regain ship control, fighting his body's desire to close his eyes and submit to the poison. He teetered on believing that all hope was lost, when he felt his ship lurch as if caught in a tractor beam. It seemed that the pirates had caught him.
Pushing himself out of the pilot's seat he stood and with as much dignity as he could muster he straightened his clothes and began walking toward the door. He would be there to meet them when he landed, and even though every muscle in his body burned with poison, he would kill as many as possible before his heart stopped.
Feeling that his ship was about to touch ground, he opened the door ready to strike, but stopped dead as what he saw did not match what he expected. Before him stood a solitary Jedi woman, a lithe blond who looked no more than twenty, standing straight with her hand out and eyes closed. The wave of Force he felt radiating from her nearly brought him to his knees. She had plucked his ship from the sky and was now carefully guiding the ship to a gentle landing. The pure unadulterated power made the Sith salivate with desire, even in his weakened condition.
The ship touched down on the grassy field as if it was a feather, and her eyes opened. He clutched the door arch, and his stomach, but did not move his gaze from her. As welcome as the rescue was, he was not yet sure if this was truly a rescue, or she had been sent to finish him off.
She approached him slowly, "Young man," she said calling out to him, "You are ill, I am here to help you."
As sick as he was he snorted at her calling him a young man. She looked to be a chit of a girl, and he was a middle aged senator. Perhaps she was strong with the Force, but slow with the mind. He saw her hold out her hand to him, "Come, time is short. If the poison within you is not dealt with now it will take hold in your body and I won't be able to heal you."
Palpatine realized he had very little to lose at this point not to take her hand, and the goodness and purity that radiated from her in waves made him believe she was not going to kill him. He reached out and took her hand. Almost instantly he felt peace, and the pain went away, even if the sickness did not. "What are you doing to me?" He said struggling to speak.
She smiled, her silver eyes flashing with compassion, "Just loaning some of my strength to you, so we can make it back to my home."
It was then that the pirates who had been following him landed and they poured out of their ships like a swarm of bugs. There was a beat, and the crowd parted for a bald Umbaran man their leader. He stepped forward and his pale white eyes widened. "M-M-aster Fay." he choked out, and took a knee before her, prompting the rest of the brutes to do the same, "F-forgive usssssss." He put his forehead to the ground, "We did not know the Senator was of interest to you."
Fay tsked her teeth, "All life is of interest to me, M'Bara. Is there an antidote to this evil you put in him?" her voice was firm, but almost musical.
When the pirate sheepishly shook his head no, Palpatine turned his attention to the woman now holding him up. What he saw next caused his manhood to become erect.
"I want you all to think about what you have done." She said chastising them as a mother might a brood of children. With a wave of her hand each pirate began to weep, at first softly and some then crumbled into ugly sobs. "For penance, you will aid the orphanage with food and clothes in ka'la'ree city. When you've finished thinking about what you've done, you will go and I had better not see you again until the orphans are fat with plenty."
Through sobbing tears the Umbaran said he would and sobbed out thanks. As she passed by him, holding Palpatine up in her other arm, the Sith saw the Pirate kiss the hem of her robe.
Once they were well away from the pirates Palpatine spoke, "What did you do to them? Was that Jedi mind trick?"
She cast a soft look on him, "No, nothing so crude. All I did was hold a mirror up to their lives for them, to allow them to see the pain and misery their actions cause. I gave them the power to change their lives."
"I have known many Jedi, but nothing I have seen compares to that." Palpatine looked at her, contemplating what had transpired. To the uninitiated in the Force that would have been impressive, to him who was a Sith he knew the power such an action would have required. She wielded it as if it were nothing.
Near her hut his strength gave out, and Fay carried him the rest of the way. In a way, he was grateful his muscles failed him. It gave relief to the painful desire in his trousers. He felt her place him on a soft bed, and then placed her hand on his forehead. He hoped this natural camouflage of his force abilities was enough to keep her from knowing what he was. His master never knew until he saw it for himself so with all luck she would not either.
Palpatine watched as she closed her eyes scanning his body through her hand. He could feel the lightside licking at him, it was equal measures of painful and erotic. It was almost as if he could feel the Force itself desire him through her hand. When she removed her hand she smiled down at him, "The Force is good to us this day, young man. I have on my stove exactly what you will need to expel your poison. I put it on last night, as the Force guided." She bent and kissed his forehead, brushing back his gray and white hair, "You will recover."
He nodded, "Thank you."
She turned and opened a small chest filled with a few garments and books. She pulled a large white robe from it's depths, "Are you strong enough to remove your clothes?"
"I may need help." He replied, playing weaker than he really was.
"Very well." She said smiling, "First I will give you a dose of cure, Young man. Your body will sweat the poison out. I am afraid it won't be a pleasant experience. You will not feel well for many days, but you will live." Fay laid the robe at the foot of the bed and gathered a spoon full of the liquid that simmered on her earthen stove. Kneeling by the bed she carefully blew on it to cool it down for him before holding it to him to take.
Palpatine did, it was a bitter and warm concoction, "You keep calling me young man." He said handing her spoon back to him. "Forgive me for saying, but you look like a slip of a girl."
Fay laughed, replacing the spoon in the pot, "Looks are deceiving," she said turning her attention back to him. She began helping him unbutton his regal looking overcoat, "You are of royal or political high standing aren't you?"
He raised his eyebrows, "Did the Force tell you that?"
"No, your clothes did. Only such people wear such impractical clothing as a sign of status."
Palpatine chuckled, in truth he understood what she meant. Had he had his way, the simple but elegant robes of the Sith would do for him, but wearing the mask of a normal senator from Naboo he, for now, had to look like the preening peacock he pretended to be. "I am the senator of my planet, Naboo. My name is Sheev." He had stopped using that name years ago, but something kept him from saying anything else.
"Ah yes, Naboo. A beautiful planet, but your people do tend to dress in complicated fashions."
He watched her as she helped him undress, any time her bare flesh touched his he could feel the pure light Force lick at his body. He knew she had to feel it, and yet her perfect face gave nothing away. When he was bare chested she gathered the robe from the bed and helped slide it over his head. "Your modesty will be protected." She said, indicating that she would not see anything of his lower regions with his robe in place.
"For that I am thankful, Master Jedi, I am afraid this poison would not allow me to make a good showing."
Fay stopped removing his boot, and a deep red color washed over her pale face, chuckling she shook her head, "You are a cheeky young man, Sheev."
"And your innocent shyness is endearing." he replied, "I have introduced myself, what may I call you?"
"I am Fay." She replied carefully folding his clothes and placing them on a small stucco shelf.
"Not Master Fay, just Fay?"
"I am a Jedi Master, but I am just Fay." Now that he was covered and undressed she knelt at his side, taking his hand in hers. He felt her lending her strength to him, and the underlying power he felt behind this gentle show of support made him want to growl in delight.
"No titles for you?" He said focusing on any pain he could as a distraction from her power.
"If you must, but I find it unnecessary." She stroked his forehead with her free hand, "I can put you to sleep if you become too uncomfortable, Sheev. You need not suffer."
"And miss even a moment with you? I think not." he turned his head to face her, "You are an intoxicating woman, I think that will be balm enough for my pain."
"Do you flirt with all women like this?" She asked, preparing another spoon of medicine.
"Only ones who blush in such a demure way, as they save my life." He took his medicine again, giving her a wink. It was his second nature to be charming, his plans of domination depended on this kind of cunning.
"And here you said your sickness would not let you make a good show of yourself." She teased.
"M'lady, you should experience me at my strongest." he said in a purr. A moment later his stomach cramped hard and began to sweat as she had warned. He could physically feel the compassion Fay had for him as he appeared to begin to suffer. She was like no jedi he had ever encountered.
"Are you ok?" she asked dabbing away the sweat from his face with the sleeve of her tunic.
Palpatine nodded, "Just keep talking with me, it will help distract from this." He swallowed thickly, "Why have I not seen you on Coruscant?"
"I haven't been there in many, many, years. The Force has not guided me to the core for a long time."
"Do you only do what the Force wants? Don't you ever do what you want?"
"What the Force wants and what I want are the same.' She replied softly wiping away his sick smelling sweat with her robe.
He gave a pained smile, "Then how do I get the Force to want you to return with me at my side?"
Fay chuckled, the joy touched her whole body and filled the room that it even caused his pain to lessen. "You are a cad," she teased, "I can only imagine how many women have fallen for your charms."
He shrugged, "I do like to brag, normally, but will say none so formidable as you."
"Your tongue must be made of pure silver." She said with a chuckle moving to pour him a cup of water.
"Are you tempted?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Not at all." She said helping him to sit up and accept several sips of cool water.
"Then it is not silver enough." He gulped it down and sighed, "As I don't like to admit defeat, I will chalk this up to my being ill."
"Then we shall." she said giving him the most loving gaze he had ever seen, "Though," she said pausing, "I have to ask something."
"You have me at your mercy, Master Fay, a position I don't often find myself in...if I were you I would use it to my full advantage, so please, I beg you interrogate me and demand what you will." His lips curled into a smirk.
She considered him for a moment, "I do not feel that you are...force sensitive, but...when I touch you it is as if the Force," she paused again searching for the right words, "pines for you."
"I don't see the question," He said smoothly, and decided to go for a distraction, "But I think it answers a question."
Fay seemed to be almost in a trance for a moment and then blinked, "What question would that be?"
"Well, it follows logically, if you feel the Force pining for me, that it is trying to tell you something and I know what that is." He said with a confident smirk.
She tilted her head, and her blonde hair shifted exposing her elegantly pointed ear, "Which is?" she asked seriously.
"That you should pine for me." he stated in a matter of fact tone. "I think that is obvious."
Her eyes narrowed playfully, "You don't have an off switch to that politicians swagger do you?"
"Only death will silence my relentless pursuit of what I want." he replied with an almost campy seriousness. He was fatiguing though, and started to struggle to maintain focus.
She sighed, tucking him in, and taking off her top robe to keep him warmer, "For now, rest, young man. We can pick up these antics in the morning, when you may be stronger."
He took her hand, in a slight show of theatrics, "You will be with me?"
"I will not leave your side." she said lifting his hand to gently kiss his knuckles.