OK! THIS IS AN AU STORY,
SO I'M GONNA BE HAVING DIFFERENT AGES THAN WHAT'S CANON? WHEN THIS CHAPTER STARTS, ANAKIN WILL BE TWENTY-TWO. THIS IS DUE TO THE OC. SO HE WOULD HAVE BEEN ELEVEN WHEN HE WAS FOUND BY THE JEDI.
Alright, age check
Christen-281 yrs old [31 yrs old NOT COUNTING TIME DIALATION]
Abigail-37 yrs old
Amber 14 yrs old
Emma 13 years old
Galen 13 years old
Lucian 12 yrs old
crystal 12 yrs old
Damian 10 yrs old
Julie 10 yrs old
Yeah, he's got a bad habit of not pulling out. Abigail can't stop having twins. Lol, cause why not? It brings in more possibilities.
The stars in front of him start to disappear into a shining swirling blue and white vortex, and an endless tunnel of two colors now laid before his eyes. White lines of streaking stars dotted the blue and black ocean space as the ship departed into hyperspace. Christen made the motion of stepping away from the throne and walked to the galaxy-wide map behind the front windows.
It shone brightly amongst the empty table that was the size of a king bed, it showed the galaxy-wide map, with live features for the ship, if he were younger like he used to be, he would be sitting there for hours looking at all the sectors, systems and planets.
The table was permanently welded to the floor or the bridge in the bridge, christen never thought he would feel odd about being the only life form aboard, sure he had thousands of droid's aboard, but now that he was seeing his family, he felt truly alone.
Getting out of his little funk Christen stepped back over to his throne. He slipped himself into the bright blue and black cushions, slowly Lying his arms on the nabooian wood armrests. The droids must have used his personal stores to take the throne. A slow, sad smile crept its way onto his face as he recalled the faint memory of when he left his family
he left his children
his friends, none of them understood why he would leave them at the time, and he foolishly thought he did too.
Christen thought Bane would train him like the others. He knew his earlier training was harsh. Still, nevertheless, he learned loads of information.
Still, he should have listened to his children when they begged him to stay. Christen could hardly blame them. Even at the time, he was torn on whether it was a mistake coming to Korriban, and not he could say he... didn't regret it.
Christen laughed out loud, making half the HK droids turn their heads. He paid them no mind.
Yes, Korriban and Bane were a curse but a blessing at the same time. He could now say he was more powerful than any Sith or Jedi in existence. Well, maybe the hero of Tython, Revan, and Vitiate could match him in power. But he was a force nexus for force's sake, a literal extension of pure force energy.
His power was unrivaled by anything of the modern galaxy, but yet at the momentary high of his triumph, his brain decided it was an excellent time to bring him off his high horse as memories of the scrunched up faces of his seven children stained deep with flowing tears as they ran inside the house, not even bearing to see their father seemingly abandon them with some Man they screamed was Evil, their screams off abandonment echoed inside his head.
"d-d-daddy p-please stay, don't go," his daughter Amber screamed in his mind.
"He's evil daddy. I don't like him, why, why why" his son Damian wailed before his voice carried off into an incoherent sobbing.
"Why are you leaving us, ME! for some dark Man, don't you CARE? DON'T YOU LOVE US! WHY!" the last words of his Wife when the ramp of his Master's ship closed.
A sob threatened him as he couldn't hold back any longer... and as the ship headed for the Hapen System, the only sound upon the ship was the silent sobbing of a broken man seemingly displaced in time.
HAPES, Capital of the Hapes Consortium
The Royal Palace
Residential Suite
the night was unusually silent in the residential suite of the Royal family, and it was at this time a pair of bright violet eyes snapped open.
These eyes belonged to young ten-year-old Julie Bastila Skywalker. This noise suddenly woke her with a swirling mass of force energy sitting right in the middle of her room. She could register two emotions from the mystique swirling mass. She had only just been brought to the family's force training a few days ago. Still, she could feel pain and anger emanating from the mass. The power felt surreal, so powerful it was something she thought was impossible to imagine. Yet, here it was, and it felt so familiar.
The power was so different from anything she felt before, and it was as if she was staring into the heart of the force itself. The mass had enamored her so much she didn't even realize she had gotten out of her bed. The young girl slowly walked towards it, her purple eyes staring intensely into the blue mass of boundless energy. Were her siblings encountering the same thing? Were they safe? Were they doing this?
Every step she took towards the mass, she somehow felt both lighter and heavier, it was annoying for the young hapen hybrid, her thoughts left her as she stepped her first step within the mass, the force itself took hold of her, and unknown to her it took the whole family with the same vision.
She stood there in the outer ring of the force. Suddenly she couldn't move, her body unable to think for itself, it would just force her to stand still, she tried to fight but stopped when the center mass formed itself into an image, it was a bloody and disgustingly torn apart man, he was huge, arms the size of her waist, hands the size of her head, his eyes looked straight into her, orange furiously taking over the violet of her own.
The man was bound to a pole by half-broken chains that sizzled with lighting, his eyes closed and she clearly could see he was crying or at least trying to, she saw people in the shadows throw what she knew was force lighting at the man, it was clear to her that then man was dying. These monsters were playing it out. She didn't even register the glowing alchemy lines surrounding the man. She could feel the man's pain and the weakening life force that lie beneath.
She felt as if it was her own, tears streamed her face, but for the sake of the man in front of her, she didn't weep. She only did this as she had felt an undertone among the pain, an emotion of love, compassion, acceptance as if the man in front of her was going through some internal conversation.
She almost jumped out of her own skin when a bellowing female voice rang throughout her ears. It made her want to scratch them off.
"OPEN YOUR EYES, YOU KRIFFING SLAVE," the woman yelled at the broken man. As soon as the last word left the strange voice, Julie felt the force deepen in weight, the air went cold, and the world seemed to stop all at once. She was looking around before her eyes set on the glowing orange eyes of the man grow brighter.
However, now they were red, burning blood red, she saw the force lighting bursting all around the man's body, it was mesmerizing as it scattered across the man's body, but all the while, the red eyes never left her own.
But before they turned red, her mind finally clicked. She. She saw what made the man familiar. Those orange eyes were the same eyes that sat upon every photo in almost every room of the entire suite. She looked from the vision in the mass. Eyes wandered to her dresser. Finally, her eyes sat upon the picture her Mom gave her on her eighth birthday.
There stood her mother holding her little baby form in her arms. Next, to her with a broad proud smile and unique orange eyes, they were misty with tears, and they seemed to peer through the photo and into her soul.
Her Mom said it was her...father!
This man was her father!
The man she's watching die in front of her is...
The swirling vision of her father suddenly disappeared as soon as she made the connection.
Sudden tears slipped out her eyes as sadness and anger battled it out within.
"NO! put it back! put it BACK!" she screamed as she pounded her fists on the floor
Is this what happened to her father?
Was he still alive?
Where is he?
Could they find him before he dies?
Was it already too late?
She tries to shake the thoughts that this helpless man bound to die was her father, but she feels a deep connection and realizes this man is her father. The swirling mass disappeared as soon as it had arrived. All she could think was her father was alive... her father was alive!
She scrambled up to her feet and opened her door with the force. She ran as fast as she could to her sibling's rooms. Still, to her surprise, she had found each room empty with their door half-open.
She wanted to look through each room to see if they were in them, but she had no time to waste and only yelled out their names loudly. No answer came from any door. She ran up to the residence's second level and ran to her mother's room.
She burst through the door so hard the wooden door had slammed against the wall.
"Mom, Wake up, I think Dad is Ali..." her voice had faltered as she entered, her excited face changed to one of worry and confusion. she saw all of her siblings surrounding her mother's bed, in which her mother was still on, did they have the vision too? They must have.
She could see the cascading tears on each of her brothers and sisters, their faces wretched in pain, sadness, and a hint of happiness. She saw her eldest sibling Amber was the only one smiling though her face was still littered with tears.
She stepped a few feet to the right to get a good look at her mother. Her siblings were blocking her way. She saw the fear-stricken face of her Mom, although she could see her face was on the verge of happiness, the same as ambers.
Her mother was clutching a pillow with white knuckles.
"What's wrong, mother?" she asked in a shaky and confused voice.
They had seen what she saw. She could see it plain as day.
"did you all have the same vision as me?" she asked everyone in asperation.
Abigail, pained with bloodshot eyes, looks down at her youngest daughter near the right of her doorway. She was crying tears of pain and joy, her face riddled with confusion as she looked at the rest of her family, with a shaking breathe Abigail speaks softly, "My Sweet Nexu, he looked so... oh Force" the words came out in shaly pauses, the sobbing around the room soon subsided. The kids all looked up to the woman on the bed.
Julie looked straight into her mother's bloodshot blue eyes and made her way to the bed while speaking.
"Everything will be OK, mommy, daddy will come home, and we will be a family!" Abigail chokes back a sob as she tries to whisper a reply.
Her daughter spoke with unwavering compassion. It reminded Abigail of her father.
'what has she done? How will he trust her if he indeed survived? The weight of her betrayal would cause a rift between them. It would destroy the family she loved more than being the Queen mother,' she thought. She pushed the thought back as she was only happy her husband was alive in some state., or so she hoped, the vision simply vanished without letting them know if he indeed died.
"How are you not in pain, sweetie? All of us heard, saw, and felt his pain. Honey, can't you feel the wound in the force, the pain that lingers? Don't you feel what your father has become!?" she cried, trying to keep up a strong facade for her children.
"She hasn't been properly trained, mother. She can't feel it as well as us, but I will say this, our father is alive. He's more powerful than I think we could even imagine. The power he emitted with the short amount we saw him was extraordinary. Was this what he left us for mother? Was this what he wanted to become?" says Amber, the oldest of children, her eyes just as bloodshot, her tear-streaked face turned towards Julie and her mother. Her voice carried a weight of authority, yet a hint of childish notions at the return of her father.
"Damian just started his training a few weeks ago. He shouldn't feel it as bad, but yet..." Amber trailed off as she was digesting the happiness exploding inside her.
Abigail looks down at her son, who was being coupled by her daughter Emma. He was still wracked with sobs, curled up in a ball in the far left corner of the room, turning to Julie.
"Mommy, I saw daddy chained to a pole, he was screaming in pain, people were hurting him, mommy!" Julie half screamed as she was still the only one crying. She instinctively ran into her mother's arms, pushing past her sisters and brothers in the way, and began sobbing into her mother's shoulder.
"I know, my sweet child... it hurts all of us look around... but I know your father he will... Julie hun?" Abigail asks through old sobs that kept coming back as she saw her daughter stopped listening as was staring into her eyes
"But I was sleeping then a swirling mass in my room wake me up and I...I... saw dad screaming in pain he was blood-soaked, and they wouldn't stop hurting him, I don't want anything else but daddy!" she cried as her face fell from abigails shoulder into her mother's arms in a heap of so, Abigail and Amber looked each other in the eyes.
Crystal looked down at her younger as she to up from the ground. She had been near Emma and Damian when her sister was engulfed in their mother's arms. She looked at the scene with sadness and confusion, was her father really alive? she only had a few memories of him. Still, they were all good, at least to her they were.
"She probably had a force vision, Mom, and a powerful one at that. It makes sense she is more in touch with the living and cosmic force than the rest of us." Abigail pondered the idea and decided she was probably right. Her youngest was always so in tune with everything in the natural world. Her child knew precisely when a flower would Blume, when to strike her opponent, or when to feint away, her father would be so proud of her.
"Alright, I think we all need time to ourselves to go over what we just saw. Why don't you all try and get some sleep tonight? Emma, take your brother to his room and take Lucian and Galen with you" she knew it wouldn't be as easy as telling them to go to bed, as she found out it took nearly an hour for them to leave the room her two oldest sons. They were mature enough to handle even seeing death.
Still, they were the quietest, leaving a confused and saddened Abigail, thinking her husband just died, she felt his pain she felt his anger, his love, his compassion, it was so powerful it wrecked her heart into pieces, her lover had died or was still in pain while was a whore of a wife, if he came back it would only be a matter of time before he found out, she smiled sadly as she remembered how hard it was to keep a secret from him.
I'm So Sorry, my love
she kept repeating as she sobbed to sleep, shame and regret filling her soul as she would have to finally come face to face with the fact she betrayed him.
HAPES ATMOSPHERE
Mid-afternoon,
The outer atmosphere above the Capital city of Ta'a Chume'Dan
Christen had spent the first hour of his three hours in hyperspace sobbing. The droids ran about like nothing was wrong, only talking to him about the ship's inner workings like he didn't know already. The following two hours were filled with him sending various messages to any contacts within the datapads the Grand Admiral had given him before finally breaking the Nebula that surrounded the Hapen system. The droids shouted out that they about to enter the outer edges of Hape's atmosphere.
The bright blue and white lines turned into a sea of black with the blue and Dark green-colored planet, the place that he called Home, the world where his family waited for him, where he had abandoned them.
The last thought sobered him from his momentary happiness.
"HK-57DE, find a suitable landing zone near the Royal Palace, "christen bellowed out as a droid on the far right of the bridge turned.
"Statment: Yes, Emperor Savior, before I pick a landing sight, I will bring up that I am currently picking up a republic vessel on our sensors above the city as well."
The droid spoke in a very I know all tone, but Christen was wide eyes at the prospect of a REPUBLIC vessel in Hapen airspace.
He could see a ship that looked to be a republic Venator on its way to the planet's lower orbit.
Why were they here? Hapes doesn't allow outsiders like this, not without an invasion of His wifes the Queen Mothers Approval.
What the Kriff was going on?
He could look closer about such things at a later date, hell be sure to ask when in the city, but right now, his mission was to reunite with his family. The droids put the Revenge at the slowest speed when they descend into the planet's lower orbit. It was slow enough that he would have enough time to look over the data chips the Grand Admiral had given him. He looked at every one of them so far, except fr the one clearly labeled contingency plans.
It held thousands of data files he had written years ago when he researched the Zakuul empire. It was only a rough draft of a governmental empire mixed with a few components of a Confederacy. He had thought his Master destroyed them when he crushed it in front of him when he found it in one of the random checks. Obviously, he used more of my expertise to further his goals deeper than he previously thought.
When he's finally out of the planet's gravitational pull, he sets his course to the capital city of shapes. He checked all his equipment and decided he would grab a simple black hooded robe from his chambers to cover his armor and face.
He'd rather not have to say hi to a few hundred guards thanking the stars for their King's return just to say hi to his Wife.
"HK-57DT raise me on the comms when we settle down in the chosen hanger lot" he turned and walked out the room to a chorus of "Yes, Master."
Heading to his meditation chamber on the third level, the ships' long hallways always made trips seem long. Still, as soon as he got into the chamber, he took his helmet off, set it on the floor in front of him, and settled in. He sat down and crossed his legs, then entered a stane of meditation. Some would say it takes a long time to get into a state of meditation, but christen had over two centuries to master the form of controlling one's emotions. He just decided not to when it seemed reasonable.
Within seconds of him closing his eyes and bringing his breathing under control, everything in the room that wasn't tied down began to float. No matter the weight, crates that were filled with thousands of pounds worth of weapons and ammo were lifted up like they were feathers. They stayed within a few feet of the ground and slowly started to swirl around him in a current of force energy.
For the ten minutes it would take for the ship to land, Christen needed to make a rough outline of what he needed to do on Odession and tython, the rest of the...
NO, his empire. What to tell his family
HOW to tell them without begging for their forgiveness.
A million thoughts went throughout Christen's head as he read out the mantra and code of his order.
"There is no ignorance;
there is knowledge.
There is no fear
there is power
I am the heart of the force
I am the revealing fire of light
I am the mystery of darkness
in balance with chaos and harmony
Immortal in the force."
repeating the lines all the way until his comm unit in the room came to life
"STATMENT: My Lord, the ship's stealth field has been completely activated. We are fifteen minutes away from our current destination. There will be thirty percent chance the security Meatbags will still pick us up of their sensors," the droid stated and cut off the connection before christen could reply, leaving him smirking at the way he made his droids cold yet humorous personality.
As Christen opened his eyes, he smiled lightly as he could remember the memories of when he first learned how to meditate, the days back on this damn ship when he was first picked up, bloody hair and slowly dying from hunger and dehydration to the point even his yahsan body couldn't handle.
The days of when he would practice lightsaber training with Revan for hours on end, going through each style as the other Master did.
He was a man Christen saw as a father figure, simply because he was the only one besides his mother to really understand him. Even then, his mother at the time couldn't accept her son was a monster.
Revan had him train for eight days at a time in the ship's private training room. They rarely went anywhere else. Both of them loved the thrill of battle.
When that training was over, his max potential was deflecting all the shots from forty small remote-controlled probe droids firing at him. But not decades later, he would take on a few hundred droids. Momentarily clearing his thoughts, christen saw that he was in the process of doing the same thing.
Christen didn't know when he got up from his meditation stance and walked to the sliding door on the right side of the room, it uncovered what looked to be hundreds of deactivated battle droids, but he couldn't stop now since he already spoke out the activation code, and now the only way to deactivate it was to defeat them.
He hunched his legs as he slowly pulled out his two double-bladed lightsabers from the hiddle compartments on his armor. The two double-bladed lightsabers were made from kyber crystals he had found on Mandalore of all places. He enhanced the four orange crystals with his own force alchemy. If these crystals were broken, he could feel it painfully. They were connected to him as he was to them.
He felt them ignite far longer before they actually did. His ignited sabers lit the room around him in the shallow orange light.
After a half-hour, only ten droids remained. They switched from blastors to practice sabers and charged him. His breathing was slightly uneven but not out of control. This practice was light work, the droids had been switched to execute a single fighting style, the three in the middle still kept their blastors, the three on the left were in the stylized forms of Shi-Cho, Shein, and Makashi, the three on the right were in the starting stances of Soresu, Niman and Ataru.
He always loved battling the droids with his full battle armor on. It made it better to imitate a real fight, a very intimate fight since he trained with multiple droids since he started training. One-on-one fights were little to no challenge to him. He really had to admit the battle tactics that Bane and his followers had forced into him were very much a helpful tool when in battle. With his new place as emperor and Grandmaster, he would need tactics more than ever. Still, thankfully he learned his Master had an entire Imperial council he could lean on.
He was a particular case as always when it came to the lightsaber forms. Because of using four lightsabers, he found it hard to use any one of the cemented forms. It was because of this that in the past hundred years, he had been perfecting his own lightsaber form, one that could only be used with four lightsabers. He named the form 'Cuir Kal' it was Mandalorian for Four blades.
The form was meant to specialize in the use of four sabers, hence its's name. It was meant to allow the force user to attack and defend with both the dominant and less dominant hand, to incorporate them in a sense that they are equal, not entirely like Ambidextrous. It also was meant to allow the user to have a tangible dominance while using the force in combat. Most of the moves for his form became even less than an after-thought to attempt at a mastery level.
It used the force to allow the user to probe the opponent's defense, it was an easy calculation on how high the level of skill their opponent had, their strength, their weakness, with how they interacted with the form within the first few moments, it made the odd movements of Juyo look like a walk in the park, had christen trained without his armor, he would have no limbs anymore the form.
The form he created allowed him and other users to perform actions and force feats with more ease and less concentration. It called for sweeping kicks and grappled techniques from his times, learning the mando'a fighting styles. This style would seem like a combination of Ataru, Juyo, and Niman, along with Mandalorian fighting style to top it off to the Jedi or sith. The footwork for Jedi and sith would be difficult to predict at the best of times.
The user keeps constant movement, footwork akin to ballroom dancing only stopping to change lightsaber regularly involved what he called "aggressive negotiating." it was a form that he would never want to go against, as most fights last only thirty seconds to two minutes long for him to kill the enemy. It was made to perfection, combating both dozens of blasters and multiple lightsaber-wielding enemies. Thankfully, he made his sabers easily interlocked. He could switch from four blades to just one within a second. His quick handwork was a result of two hundred years of wielding them.
Christens brow furrowed under his mask as he was just about to take on the first droid, the alarm for entering the planet's lower atmosphere. Christen had been in such a battle mindset that he had forgotten he was almost home and reuniting with a family he abandoned, momentarily using the force to destroy the droids as he exited the room in a furious mood.
He stomped into the bridge, disregarding anything the droids spoke about, he simply walked up to his throne, sat damn, and after a few moments of rising at the constant beeping of the chair's comm unit, in anger, he slammed his fist on the armrest as he answered the blaring com unit.
Damn, The Guard and airspace officials must have picked up his ship finally, not like he wasn't already in the lower air space and ten thousand feet from landing, but he sees the urgent beeping that they were trying to hail him. He couldn't really blame them.
To anyone in the Hapen Consortium, it would look like the King's ship had returned after nine years, but it looked entirely different for them. It didn't make it better than he was currently on course for the hanger nearest the Family palace, as he called it, or the Fountain Palace to the Hapen people.
"Unidentified Vessal, this is the Hapen Royal guard. You have entered Hapen Airspace! Please respond and pull off your current course to be detained. If you neglect these orders, you will be shot down and blasted into rubble" a heavy, fierce female voice filled the comm unit's speakers. The droids all looked murderous at the disrespect the hapen showed their Master.
Christen waved them off while pinching the bridge of his nose, he couldn't blame the Hapen guard for reacting this way, but he smiled at the unwelcome welcoming party. Hopefully, they didn't revert back to a Woman only society while he was gone.
Christene lightly pressed the comm unit in the throne, sitting speechless for a few seconds to think of what to sat.
He decided he really had no time to talk and have a conversation detailing his return, so he might as well use the old king passcode and see if it still works.
"UNIDENTIFIED VESSEL, YOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS TO COMPLY ARE REV-!" the same voice shouted out in a more demanding tone.
"passcode seven six three ten four zero Blackhawk, red wing," he said, deciding to cut her off with a rough and cold tone that demanded respect.
The code was only known by the hapen computer system and himself. It would rightly prove him King besides showing his face, and he'd instead not since he wanted to surprise his Wife.
Silence followed for what seemed like a lifetime, but what came next had him grinning ear to ear.
"...My king?" the Hapen Guard asked, her voice cracked three times, saying TWO kriffing words. Did he really have that effect on people when he left?
"yes, my sweet Guardian, now could you please call off the fighters following me before they either shoot me down or rather try before I shoot them down? I'd rather surprise the queen face to face and not in front of a hundred soldiers trying to kill me or in a jail cell.", he spoke in a sarcastic yet friendly tone as he smiled lightly. He was pretty impressed that the GuardGuard had a squadron of fighters tailing his ship.
Christen already had to wave off the droid's attempts to shoot them down.
He didn't even need the droids to tell him since he already felt the pilots approaching a few seconds after the first communication with the guard was made.
Christen loved using the force to sense whatever was around him, his own little radar, his Master hated when he called it that.
He used it subconsciously to the point where sometimes it could become a problem, plus even if he crashed, he doubted it would even come close to killing him after he literally pulled his body back together from millions of pieces.
"Your cleared, Your highness, the queen is in the palace with the Prince Isolare" the voice of a Male Guardian came into existence over the comms. He sounded over the top excited.
"my apologies for my unruly behavior. I will accept any punishment you deem fit, your Majesty," the Female guard spoke in a tone that held firm, but christen could tell through the force that she was beyond nervous and a spike in fear and anxiety.
"Simply keep my return quiet to everyone who is not in the Guard, including our fleets, and your outburst will be forgiven" he smiled as he felt the woman fear to disappear and was replaced with appreciation and solid loyalty,
"As you wish, your highness, we welcome your return," she spoke and cut the line as he started. His droids finally shouted out that they had entered the capital and wear within seeing distance of the Palace.
Christen couldn't help but scowl. He noticed a few republican Shuttles dropping from their ship in orbit down to the capital central hanger bay. The plastoid white-clad armored soldiers he looked at were oddly the same build. They obviously must be clones, must be the republican clones the empire had discovered on the planet of Kamino when they stole the cloning tech for the Dxun facilities. They were basically slaves in a war the republic couldn't handle.
He could obviously tell they were all male and were kept by the ships. He could see only female republic officers and personnel walking beyond the boundaries of the vessel. It confused him immensely. What was the republic doing on his Wife's home planet? had she accepted their help?
Hapes was supposed to be a planet that had no deals with anyone outside the deep core. This could prove a threat to Tython if the republic gains more territory on the deep core if they've taken shapes.
As he landed his freighter in a landing bay that could fit his ship, it took almost an hour to get to the point that he could set himself up to leave at the ship currently descending ramp.
He was dressed in his armor, the orange and black fitting perfectly around the silver beskar and curling in intricate lines when it came close to the Jedaii symbol's on his shoulders. The black cape he picked out would still hide his weapons, though it would hug itself around his armor like a loose glove.
Christen covered the upper half of his face with the hood of the cape. He only brought his Wester pistols and his lightsabers. He didn't need them, but they were a part of him, and It wasn't like he was going to be killed.
Christen laughed at the thought as he descended the ramp and took a deep breath of warm Hapen air. It was simply amazing. A million memoirs were going through his mind when the hiss of the ramp going back to the ship pulled him from his ecstasy.
He started the descent into the streets of the capital. He was only a fifteen-minute walk from the Palace. He had to pass a few groups of female republic officers. Only a few out of a dozen ever gave him a second look. He decided he needed some sort of sense. He stopped by a local vendor and saw a middle-aged Hapen man selling local and exotic fruits.
"You young man, could you tell me what the fuck is going on? Why are there republic ships in the area of hapes!? I've been gone for a decade, so I'm kinda out the loop," he spoke in his usual cold tone. He would have to work on that if he was to go back to his family, but thankfully instead of flinching or spiking in fear. The man laughed hard enough to start coughing after a few infuriating coughs-filled moments later. The way christen was glaring with his orange eyes glowing brighter every second he waited. His eyes were the only thing the man could see under his hood.
The man nodded, and his fear was skyrocketing. The man backed up a few steps and swallowed his courage, and nervously started talking, "The republic came to the aid of the planet when there was a Tetan and Chiss attach on the planet a few years ago, the guard has been withering away since the kinds departure, but it's a good thing they are moving out by the end of the week for the war effort, don't know why the queen eve allowed their passage." the man ended his tirade in an angered voice, he couldn't blame them. Christen couldn't understand why the Kriff, his Wife, would allow the festering mess of a republic into the cluster.
Christen scowled at this.
Empress Teta and a contingent of chiss attacked the planet, had the guard gotten so complacent that it allowed such a travesty. He was even more of a failure now. His planet was Attacked, his remade Consortium Guard is failing its people, and to top it off, they had to be saved by the republic instead of him. he thanked the man and moved towards the Palace. He was trying to feel happy. The memories that came back on his walk to the palace doors, he used his force cloak to hide his way from the gain maidens and palace servants and droids, he let it go when he arrived outside the throne room doors.
He was now feeling happier than he had felt in hundreds of years. The jedaii, the empire, had no meaning if he didn't have his lover and his children.
His family was the most essential thing in the universe, well right behind his empire and Jedaii order.
Christen could feel his Wife's force presence on the other side. It emanated brightly in the force. He could feel she was shaken, saddened, tired, annoyed, ashamed. The conflicting emotions confused him, but he smiled nevertheless.
The two guards at the doors stopped him and raised their Bladstors as soon as he appeared out of his force cloak. He couldn't blame them. The way he looked, they probably guessed he was there to assassinate the queen. He quickly used the force to give them a false command.
"you want to go home and have a stiff drink," he commanded them with force persuade. Ever since he became King, he had the Hapen military start training against such force-based attacks. Still, he was at an entirely different level of power. They could not prepare against something like him.
"We want to go home and have a stiff drink." they spoke in a deep, monotoned voice. With that, the two heavily armored guards walked away, their armor clanking three times louder than christen's, guessing his own opinion of how armor should be, which has gotten much higher since his departure, even more so than his own Home. He shook his head and slowly opened the throne room doors.
Christen was instantly bombarded with the smells of the yellow-tipped and green-leaved flowers that grew around the Reef fortress. In the middle of the biggest ocean on the planet, here sat his family's Vacatianal Home, a city-sized island that was purely for the Royal family.
He beamed at the scents that bombarded him. He instantly slipped in and lazily put on his force cloak, slightly leaving the giant door's ajar.
Christen closed his eyes as he looked towards the throne, catching only a glimpse of his Wife talking to what he deemed to one of the Prince's of the Mulitple minor royal lines, taking a deep breath as he thought of the ocean's of Hapes, the grasslands of the moons on shili, the laughter of his daughters and sons.
Opening them, he could clearly see ten guards in the room surrounding the two royal members. The man was dressed in ridiculous colorful clothing. It covered the man almost entirely. He had to hold back a laugh at how shameful the man looked.
Still, his eyes were pulled towards the beautiful sight of his Wife for the first time in 250 years.
It was like he was falling in love all over again her bright auburn hair done in the ceremonial queen braids, the three looped earrings he had given her on her birthday when they first dated were glinting off the sunlight, her red lipstick stuck out on her face like a light in space, it kind of scared him how much she and his first crush Satine Kryze looked alike, their face bore the same cheekbones, it was as if was a long lost sister of the Kryze family line, he had asked them in jest, but they never thought it was funny.
Her body covered in orange dyed silken fabric followed by skin-tight black undershirts. Family jewels adorned her head and neck, but what caught his eye the most was the ring he gave her fourteen years ago. She had been the first person he met that truly caught his eye after he wallowed into the galaxy by Darth banes as a gift. A damn blessing he met her in the deep core during the first few months during his temporary encampment on tython shortly after he left the Phantom.
And a blessing it was, his Wife's beautiful face was still just as memorizing, any lesser men would get lost on her, the hapen woman was among the galaxy's most beautiful and revered species in terms of beauty, yet his Wife put them all to shame.
His face scrunched up as he could clearly see the memories of those particular conversations of an angered woman along with countless other beautiful women, calling him a lower being and acting all high and mightly, and a confused force adept who accidentally went through the Nebula, I mean how could he know the ship went through the Nebula like nothing, after a few weeks of being a free-ranging prisoner on their planet after he showed them he was not someone who could be held prisoner in a conventional sense,
Within those weeks housed on the Reef fortress, Christen opened them with new resolve, making their ancestral blood beg for power. His thoughts were taken from him as he noticed the throne room's colors were in the three of orange black, his favorite colors. Had she really decorated after him? did she think he had died?
Christen thought nothing of it as he strode forward farther into the room and closer to his Wife. He was still under his force cloak, but when he was close to around ten meters from the guards standing in front of him.
Christen let down his force cloak and stopped moving. He heard an audible gasp come from his Wife's companion. A loud intake of breath from his lover saw hey eyes comb his sizeable cloaked figure.
He didn't look away from her figure, but he heard the sound of armored feet rushing him. They raised their spears in my neck area. He laughed inside, knowing the armor would stop any attack they had. He didn't even give them the time of day as the sight of his Wife entranced him. Her hair was so beautiful it captivated him. She had worn it the first date they had, even though he was a prisoner of hers.
The greetings were very hostile, so there was no reason not to discard the guards. He could feel the anger radiating from her like a wellspring, but to her, he looked like a cloaked armored assassin. The dam hood covering his face didn't help, but he waved his hands to his sides, and the ten guards were thrown twenty meters into the walls with loud cracks and studs. He made sure to slow them down enough that they didn't die.
Now that he was free from the guards, he walked forward a few more steps as he then heard s the fear-filled, bellowing voice of his Wife.
"How dare a Tetan Employ a Mandalorian to do what Their Empire could not, first you cripple my Guard with the chiss a now you DARE to use MY FRIEND'S PEOPLE..." she paused, and he was blown away at her exclamation, what the Kriff happened that mad hi Wife so hungry for battle and-
"if I must fight to the death instead of Bow to your empire, then I will," she pushed her companion backward and out of his close range. The man had stood still the entire time and was as shocked as he was. She took out a slightly curved cortosis blade from her hidden back sheath as she took a defensive stance in the Echani art's. He remembered Bo and satine had hammered into her when they took monthly visits to the planet. This greatly surprised him. It seemed his Wife had grown bolder since he left, or rather did she lose what she lived for?.
he decided to answer her in kind with a shouting voice
"WELL THAtS A GREAT GREETING FROm A LONG LOST KING AND HUSBAND, don't know why I came back if this is the reunion I get my sweet Nexa," he spoke as he looked into her eyes as he slowly raises his hands and pulled his hood back, his shoulder-length black hair swayed about, scars riddled his face, the three deep ones that bore down his left eye clear to see. Still, they didn't disfigure his facial features. His bright lava eyes held into her sweet ocean blue ones. Silence followed for a few moments before She spoke in a stuttering Voice.
"C-C-Christen?" She took one step forward, watching the man who looked exactly like her husband, bare a bit more scars and a foot taller.
"I'm simply looking for my Wife, Abigail. I have been adrift for a decade and thought the lovely queen would know where to find her... your Majesty" he fell a little into a smirk when he was frozen from her swirling emotions in the force. It swirled around her. It bounced from happiness, sadness, and shame for some reason.
Abigail had seemed to have completely forgotten the man in front of her as she strode past him as he tried to talk to her but to no avail.
Neither of them broke the gaze as she got halfway to him.
Her pace had quickened to a jog when she started simply crying and went into a full out sprint. That last action caught him off guard since he was only a short distance away.
Christen barely had time to think before she hurdled herself on him. He barely heard her speak as his brain could scarcely believe he was currently touching her once again. The force of her impact had thrown me to the floor. He had been so lost in her beauty he had let himself be thrown down to the ground for the first time in a long time from anyone other than the sith.
"you Kriffin shit stain, how could yo... OH god, christen, are you OK?" she asked as she now laid on my stomach, oblivious to the fact of her placement, all I could do was laugh, and I couldn't stop. She was about to slap me when I caught her in a deep kiss, her hand re-routed to the back of my head, pulling my hair as she whimpered in the deepness of our embrace.
They slowly get up, utterly embarrassed, as they look over at the senator she talked with. "I'm so very sorry, Prince Isolare, but I do Nee-" The Prince Interrupted her; "I know the story of OUR King's departure, along with being your husband, Queen Mother. I will take my leave, and it is a pleasure to have you back, my King. I do hope you contact me to Reschedule our meeting". And with that, Prince got up from his hiding spot and hurried away from the throne room, leaving the two lovers alone with the guard who had gotten up during the exchange and now left the room. Christen was confused as to why the Prince left with a scowl on his face.
She held out her right hand and led it slowly towards Christen's face placing it softly on the oddly orange glowing scars that adorned his cheek. She jumped backward with the realization and adrenaline of her husband being back had hit her full force. This was him. He was back. Abigail's eyes began to water, and tears fell from her cheeks, "C-C-Christen, it's...you're back," Abigail muffled.
Christen looked at the woman, his woman, and nodded slowly, his voice box still not wanting to work, as his mouth opened and no words came out. He took a step towards Abigail; he was now just a foot away from her. He guided his hands up to her angelic face, and with the pads of his gloved thumbs, attempted to wipe away the tears from her face. She flinched from the contact but told herself to stay there. He took his hand away slowly, sweetly leaving to see a smiling Abigail before him. "Abigail, I'm so sorry-"Christen began to say before his words were cut off by Abigail's index finger resting over his mouth.
She smiled at him, that soul-breaking smile. "Christen, it doesn't matter, not anymore you're here...with me" She slowly removed her finger away from his mouth. Christen's mouth felt revived refreshed, tasting Abigail's skin again, albeit only her finger.
"Abigail, it does matter. I have made you cry. Beg me to stay here and not run to that MONSTER. I'm finding it hard to believe that I still deserve a woman as beautiful as you," Christen said, his eyes showing how deeply he felt about how he abandoned her.
Abigail found herself with a sudden tinge of indescribable guilt as she looked into his deep lave eyes, but it wasn't her guilt.
It was his. Abigail immediately realized that their small force bond, which he called it, had been re-opened.
She hadn't felt it for Nine and a half years. It had distinguished with his leaving. This discovery made her happy. She felt truly connected with him once again. Abigail looked up at Christen to see him smiling slightly. He had obviously realized the same thing at that moment. "Christen...I need you," Abigail said at the man, a pleading lying within her eyes.
That caught Christen off guard. He felt a sudden wave of desire throw itself over him. "Abigail...ahhh damn it!" within the space of seconds, Christen had placed his lips upon Abigail's. His arms wrapped around her firm stomach, she melted into his embrace, placing her hands around the back of Armored neck. Just as Abigail was about to pull Christen down to deepen the kiss, she found herself off the ground. Literally, Christen had lifted her up to meet his lips with hers quickly. Their kisses got more and more feverish and hungry.
The need for oxygen overwhelmed the two lovers as Christen placed Abigail back on the floor and broke their lips apart. Christen then saw something in Abigail's eyes.
LOVE
The same it had always been, the spark behind her irises, he smiled. "That's one way to convince someone, I guess" Christen passed his hand round the back of his neck, giving off a slightly mischievous smile, flashing those brilliant whites.
"Still a comedian, I see," Abigail quipped, remembering their adventure on Tyhton and how he talked her the new Queen mother to allow him to become King.
Before he allowed himself to be taken by Abigail, he had to clear his name, "Abigail, you need to know why I did what I did," Christen said quietly as he moved his hands onto Abigail's hips, gently squeezing them.
"Christen, can't it wait? We will now have the rest of our lives together; I'd rather spend my time doing other things with you..." Abigail said very seductively. Christen realized what she said was true. It could wait, and he wasn't too keen on explaining it anyway. Christen took Abigail's hand in his own, their fingers now entwined with each other. He leaned down to her kissing her soft full lips, his tongue leering into her mouth as he took his hand out of hers and placed them upon her shoulders, leading her to the Throne in the middle on the back wall of the room. It will have to do was, Christen's last thought as the enticing woman captured his lips once again was to momentarily Open his aura for the entire force to feel. A surge was felt throughout the galaxies force-sensitive communities
JEDI TEMPLE
MASTER CHAMBERS
Obi-wan watched silently as master Yoda, and master Mace Windu debated the disturbance in the council's force. Instead, the entire Jedi temple felt earlier in the week. He was fallen out of the conversation simply hoped they would not turn to him for input. Suddenly the force surged with so much emotion that all three Jedi masters cried out in pain as the force nearly caused their minds to collapse. The pain squirmed inside of them like the disturbance di before. It compelled a shriek of pain from the three Jedi.
Windu gripped his skull, falling to his knees. The pain slowly began to disappear into a soothing numbing. Obi-Wan brought his hand to his forehead as he watched master Yoda Shakingly reach for his cane.
Obi-Wan was the first to speak, "that was just like the last one, but this was unworldly as if the force exploded."
"A disturbance in the force of some kind, although I've never felt something like that even the one earlier this week, I've never felt something so powerful, could they be connected?" Windu answered as he attempted to gain his footing.
Obi-Wan wasn't satisfied with his answer. He turned to Toda, "Master Yoda?"
"Hmmm... unsure I am—this disturbance. Changed the force. It has. Be on our Guard. We must. Our destiny in this war altered. It has.
Until then, speak of this. We must not. and with that, the three Jedi went their way
ACROSS THE PLANET
SENATE BUILDING
PALPATINE'S OFFICE
Palpatine looked on the visage of his apprentice as he told him the same pulse in the force he had felt, it caused him pain, and he hated feeling so weak. He was lord of the sith. He was beyond weakness. It added to the mystery of what had caused it. He wondered if the Jedi also sensed it. Sadly he had no natural way of finding out. Asking even as the supreme chancellor would raise too many questions, and he did not dare to give them any more reason to distrust him just yet.
His plans were coming to very close now to succeeding, just three years till the time expired, he only needed to gather a bit more power from the senate, and then he could act. At that time, he would be ready to hopefully turn Anakin into his new apprentice, as Dooku had long served his purpose. In the end, if the wear would be of no more use. he needed a young and powerful servant for the final stage of his grand plan. He quickly told Dooku to be mindful and keep a close eye on anything before signing off. Soon the Jedi would be no more, and he alone would rule the galaxy. He let out a chuckle as he imagined the future.
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