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Chapter 3: Build God then We'll Talk

Kleio woke up with eyes slightly sore and a nervous stomach. The room was starkly dark allowing her to see nothing in front of her. The music that had played stopped and at her side sat a dormant Maestro with a single blue light in the cornea of his cyclops eye. She smiled and moved her fingers to run along its rough edges of technology happy to have at least someone offering friendship despite it being built on artificial intelligence. Originally, Maestro was a gift to her from Darth Krayt after retelling his own story about his fall since the moment he was exiled from Tatooine by the Jedi order. After a few hours of tweaking from an engineer her lovely Maestro became quite a gentleman and indulged in her love of music, art, and all things creative while protecting her as well its…hidden talents. She looked over his sphere mechanical body realizing he simply went into sleep mode to conserve energy.

"Maestro. Love." She called out, watching him flash colors and come back to life activating voice recognition. His eye turned white and he flew up into the air to greet her once again.

"Dearest, are you well now? You frightened me?" He stated scanning her body for reassurance of her health.

"I'm fine, Maestro. I just worked myself in up again is all." She sat up and used her fingers to fix her ombre hair pulling it into a high ponytail securely again. Her body had lay on top of the cool sheets instead of getting under them leaving the bed looking gently rumpled. Very cautiously she moved her feet towards the side of the bed and touched the cool surface of the cold metal floor. She jumped unexpectedly at the sensation wondering when during her sleep did she kick off her shoes.

"My dear it is late and you should be resting." Her feet found her flats and then her fingers guided herself to the wall in search of light. Maestro flashed his lights along it to guide her safely. From her movement tiny florescent lights lit above her, lighting up the gloomy room slowly helping her gather her bearings. Her eyes trailed around the tiny room reminded of her situation and the thoughts that put her in such a sleep. Images of people, places, and events played as if she was watching a hologram. A life that wasn't hers but hurt her in the heart played during her rough sleep. She felt raw and abused wanting desperately to rid herself of these feelings. She knew they weren't her own but this did not stop the build of chills to run up her spine and down her arms. She looked down at the floor where her items lay dropped from her previous episode. Very gently, she picked everything up carefully and began putting it into its place showing her caring nature and silent apologizing for be so callous. Her hands held Darth Vader's book and she sat in on her desk carefully. She lay her hand gently across the dark black leather cover thinking of an engraving design to give to it.

Vader confused her with his current thoughts versus his previous life. The darkness was so powerful inside of him that it shook her to her core. But his darkness wasn't that of Emperor Palpatine's which was eerie and focused on power consumption. Vader's energy came from a much darker place and this is what made him stronger she believed. The darkness inside of him was profound and empowered the young Sith. And he was a Sith despite the Emperor's imaginary control over the Vader. She found Vader's darkness to be profound and stronger than Palpatine's own wrath. This she believed to be because Vader's anger was justified and his soul slowly corroded as time passed until he dwelled in his own personal hell filled with hatred.

Her mind tumbled with memories about the dark Lord's past. Her feet moved and took her to her suitcase in silent contemplation. Immediately, she began to open it hearing the soft sound of the lock on the side release. She quickly dug through her clothing to reach deep into the bottom of her suitcase. Her fingers touched two large leather bound books and she pulled them out. Her eyes squinted looking onto the covers of both chronicles debating on what to do first. The cover of one had a sketched in birds of paradise flower on the front engraved in its red cover. She touched it fondly before lifting it and placing the other one back inside. She stood up and grabbed her writing pen case off the desk. She looked around the bland room filled with loneliness and despair.

"I cannot work in here." She declared looking to Maestro as he seemingly agreed with her words. She refused to be put away in a box like this. Kleio closed her suitcase and looked through her other bag to grab Maestro's small pyramid like charging dock.

She walked out of her room and looked both ways down the empty hall. The corridor was lifeless except for a few lights that shined to light the pathway. She could hear the sound of men hard at work somewhere in the ship. Their voices echoed and bounced off the metal neither joking nor laughing among each other. The sound of a door opening somewhere caught her attention. Footsteps followed getting louder upon closer proximity to her standing. A clone rounded the corner and walked in her direction clearly set on attending to her emergence. Very politely she asked if there were some kind of place on board where she could work with a window if possible. The man seemed to hesitate for a moment. She watched him mull over her request before nodding his head in approval. He beckoned her to follow his lead while he moved forward the other end of the hall. Her long purple robe swept behind her along the lit path and she looked up to Maestro floating about her analyzing and recording their route. They passed by several beings all captivated by her presence on the dark ship among a lifeless crew. The clones she did cross didn't mind her, focusing on their task as they had been designed to do. She was sure the few that did carry a soul were wondering about her own wickedness and if she served some higher purpose to the Empire. The path took them up a few floors in the ship before he stopped in front of a single door. He put in the code next to the door and it opened with a hiss. She bowed in thanks before stepping inside the semi dark room.

Slowly she walked deeper in and looked around noting the many books that lines the shelves along the rounded walls and the small little aisle ways between the additional two rows of giant book cases. They ran high up and she could see a small ladder had been used to retrieve a few volumes at the top. Her eyes softened seeing the window that looked out into space. She took small cautious steps further inside looking and checking for a presence of another but she sensed none and visibly relaxed. There were three tables in the center of the room with small little lamps illuminating the table tops. Chairs were scrambled around the room and one lay shattered to bits in a corner. She looked at it in confusion wondering how did its demise come to pass. Additionally, why no one had come to clean it up? Everything on the ship was very well kept except this place. Quietly she moved further into the room gaping at the small little paradise she found on the ship. It was a far cry from the library she was once used to dwelling in back on Naboo but this place was blessing none the less.

Maestro examined the room flashing his light and recording the titles in his memory should his mistress require information in the future. She placed her things on a table and walked over to a shelf on the right side of the room. Her fingers trailed a ledge and found dust to be prevalent among the various books, papers, and scrolls indicating its severe lack of usage. Between books there were old disks and pods no doubt filled with information. She studied the bindings and titles of the books oddly curious that there were organized works ranging of battle tactics and species biology mixed in with literary classics of poetry and whimsical fictions. Seeing a title that caught her eye, she grabbed it and walked to the table where her things sat. She collected her items and moved towards the large window. She stood first looking outside the frame staring at the vast expanse of space and its trinkets. Her eyes marveled at the distant stars and the beauty in cosmic organisms that made up their current galaxy. Her hand placed firmly against the cold reinforced glass catching a glimpse of her own reflection. Her eyes were violet and her hair was now a dusty purple with the blue hue now towards the ends of her hair ending in blackness at the tips. Her hand touched her face cringing towards her eye color change before moving to hold her items with both hands. She sat down on the floor and spread her things out around her with her back towards the door. She clapped her hands calling forth her companion and placed him gently on the pyramid to charge. Her fingers moved to the book she had found and sat it at a distance for later use. Very quickly she wrote a few things inside about her current wonderings and questionable thoughts before closing it gently.

The book rested weighty in her hand while she contemplated her actions. The emotions in her heart sat heavy from the previous night. Her soul was in turmoil for her own threatening actions against the Dark Lord. She did not want to add to the fuel already pouting inside of him. When she had touched his gloved hand, she saw many things that she tried to repress until she could properly sleep to process them without injuring mind. He was truly a lost soul. A man broken and used…then left to question the trust of others until he couldn't even find the trust in himself. His growing hatred had no outlet and wasn't recognized as legitimate; a costly mistake for light. His loved ones perished before him without proper time for grief and understanding. Even she went through her emotions. She allowed herself time and room to feel without barriers of excuses during her captivity and forced stay among the Regime. Then later she would write to maybe find the source to her problems to find possible solutions to restore the balance in herself. But Vader had no outlet. No one told him his emotions were justified and a birthright; that his anger needed to be addressed and expressed in a progressive manner. Instead, those of the light found it was best to cast it quickly from the heart. But he was just a young man coming into his own and this was impossible for him. He lived on the love that he had for others.

He felt like a robbed man. A man that tried to report the robbery to the officials and choose the right path of justice only to be told by the very same people he trusted to help, that the items can be easily salvaged and he should move on. His grief and sadness mingled with confusion and metamorphosed into hatred. Ultimately, the darkness found him and supplied his hatred with the nourishment it needed to grow.

Her eyes became dewy staring down at her own journal. She could feel her waterline fill and the sensation to mourn pass through her body. She opened it again and wrote another entry under the date she put down earlier when she first began writing inside her new oasis. A single tear fell on the page before the ink stained the sheet to create letters.

"I weep for a monster today." She whispered. "A monster that was created by the hands of many. If I am to see suffering in another and do not provide my help, does this make me a monster too? Or worst?" She wondered placing a question mark at the end of her sentence to contemplate underneath the darkness of space.

She was infuriating. His fist clutched while he sat in his chair once again breathing with the mask on. His dark blondish hair hung in sweaty strands about him. His chest rose heavily from the breaths he was taking in the silence of his room. Sleep had not come to him. Instead his thoughts lingered around the woman to stand to him and left without fear of his hand. Anger boiled inside of him earlier so rich and powerful that he almost followed her and decided to test his master's hand. Surely, one girl gone missing wouldn't cause so much trouble. However, with the control he learned he managed to control his thoughts choosing instead to give out commands to his satellite ships and demand tangible results of their efforts of driving out the Jedi from every nook and cranny.

He managed to rid his body of his suit and absorb the stale air of the ship before he was forced to rely on the machine that helped his lungs pump and process oxygen. His body felt cool and free of the heavy black cloak, cloth, and machinery that covered every inch of his skin. His hand raked through his hair roughly before he leaned back in his seat to look up at the ceiling of his cold dark room. He closed his eyes and sighed quickly thinking of his next move. His chest was bare allowing the sweat to roll down his torso into the black lining of his pants.

Having the woman around was burdensome. She wrote something to be reported but he didn't know what it was. How could he possibly move without the emperor seeing everything now that she was watching him like a hawk? If he killed her then he was sure Palpatine would question her death? She herself survived forty five Darth's prior to him. How she managed to live in their presence but die in his? His loyalty would be questioned and his chance to strike would be gone. He opened his eyes finding his control on his anger weakening. It was one thing to allow anger and hatred to aid in providing additional sources for power but it was destructive to have it interfere with ones thoughts as they were plotting for domination.

His fingers curled around the armrest of his chair. He stared out into space looking at everything but seeing nothing. One thing this life had taught him was that no one could be trusted. And both sides rather it's dark or light…had its own agenda. It was a matter of simply picking which one fit into your own desires given the moment. "She must have a weakness?" She spoke thinking of ways to approach her. "Anyone can be pulled into darkness and you are no different." His thoughts bounced continuously between his current duties, his side plans, and the woman Kleio. Her origins plagued him as he could not figure out what species she was. His pondered his Master's explanation claiming her roots were in Naboo. Maybe he should start there. He quickly reached for his suit which sat in front of him and with care he began putting it on. After years of practice this became routine and he no longer needed the help of droids. He stood up to his full height seeming wider now that he had the chest piece on. His now gloved fingers leaned over and began to turn off his machine. He undid his mask, safely putting it away before placing his sweltering helmet back on and strapping it into place. The cool air pumped into him and he adjusted the suit accordingly feeling the power of Vader enter him.

He quickly walked out with the intentions of going to his library. He walked with purpose through his doors and out into the halls. The ship was silent. A silent sigh of relief left him at being free momentarily of mediocrity and insolence. The Emperor wanted more soldiers and so he thought to speed up the process by creating clones in half the time that the Kaminoans. But, as a result these clones were useless and lacked the mental development allotted for an organism to grow intellectually as well as instinctually. Behind his Emperor's back he began perfecting the cloning process and was safely receiving training and other necessities to follow their leader in greatness. Already he began making a few for his own personal operations that were showing signs of being superb fighters and mentally stable without the side effects while Palpatine continued to soil his own army due to his impatience.

Fool

Suddenly his footsteps halted. A calming energy flowed in the halls leaving a trail to his destination. Slowly, he followed it before realizing that the energy belonged to the woman. He followed her trail until he came to his library room. One he knew to not be used except for his own personal use. No one on the ship previously saw its use and so no one ventured in it. And with him being seen entering the room enough times now, no one dare to enter it. He could feel her company inside sitting idly but her emotions ran along a wavelength that was nauseating. Happiness, amusement, anger, sadness, and then back around in a loop she went.

Using the force, he opened the door himself avoiding the pressure opening so that the doors did not make a sound alerting the little one inside of his arrival. He stood in silence cloaked by the darkness of the room standing in its shadows while the splashes of artificial light avoided him. He walked in with heavy feet staring at the image before him draped in lavender silk, reading a book with her back to him. The Grecian type dress hung off her body and spilled around her while the small light from a device at her side illuminated the pages before her. The stars and distant galaxies pass the looking glass was her backdrop giving her an ethereal appearance.

His heavy footsteps moved along the floor and stopped catching her attention from the sound. Her eyes grew round at his sudden appearance but she made no reflex to move. He walked forward pleased that he had caught the supposedly seer off guard. She sat a little straighter and looked at him with changing expressions until it settled on a puzzled one. Her strange violet eyes turned darker into deep purple color looking back at him. He hesitated looking at her through the mask as if she could see into his own eyes without barriers. She suddenly bowed her head in greeting and began to touch her hair playing in its exotic strands. His eyes roamed the floor to see the cause of her emotional strife. Two books, some device, and a pen simply rested on the side of her in its case. He looked back up into her face watching her look down at one of the books, stroking the pages as if it was her lover's cheek.

"This is called, The Winter's Tale." She spoke breaking the silence. "A tale about a very good king that falls because of his unfounded distrust and jealousy. All the good he had done becomes undone and he creates tragedy and havoc among those he loves not knowing the consequences of his actions in the long run. However, by the end he redeems himself and all is not lost." She explained folding a corner of a page marking her place. "It is one of my favorite readings." She whispered thoughtfully before closing the book to give the dark being her full attention.

Vader crossed his arms over his chest and walked towards the large window that she sat by. He looked out finding the space as reflective of his soul these days. He turned his head slightly to look down at her watching her fumble a few pages between her fingers. He smirked at her uneasiness but he sensed no fear or hatred of him. She seemed uneasy about something else but it was hard to peer inside her using the force. All he received in return was simply shifting energy every time he tried. This disturbed him greatly that he couldn't grasp her as quickly as he had done the rest. His fist tightened and the idea of choking her again came to mind.

"I have decided that you deserve to see what is written about you." She spoke looking up at him not making eye contact. "I believe this will aid you along your quest as well as give you needed insight about what else needs to be done."

"Your help is no longer wanted." He spoke glaring at her through the mask.

"You are correct. But my help is needed. Otherwise, how else do you plan to sabotage the Emperor when I see literally everything." She said turning to him watching him slowly uncross his arms. She made no move to defend herself watching him carefully knowing she just dived off the cliff of possible insanity and doomed her fate to a lousy death.

"Lies-"

"I speak the truth and you know it. You have been plotting away to destroy him since you learned of his possible betrayal of you behind your back. As you lay burnt and possibly dying on that cold metal slate you sensed a change in your master. You did research and found he had been training another who eventually fell by your hands. And you know he is currently designing a clone of himself." She spoke accusingly pointing a finger at him. "He betrayed you and so now you seek to teach him a lesson by taking away what he desires."

Darth Vader was suddenly right before her towering over her small form staring down at her. His voice was harsh and ragged in her ears. She could hear the sound of something working inside of his suit that captured her interest. She placed that on the back burner to deal with her current problem. She looked up biting her lip. "It makes sense that he would send me away now. He does not want anyone knowing about his plans to cheat death especially not someone like me to record it. And if you witnessed it, it would defy the order of the Sith code." She spoke thinking long and hard about her abrupt departure. "I believe he has sent me to serve two purposes. To keep tabs on you and to get us away while he goes in private to conduct his business."

His mind calculated quickly taking her words in. Her hair color shifted revealing a more pinkish hue towards the root of her scalp as the dark purples and blues moved downwards. He sensed her complete sincerity and this struck a nerve. His fist tighten with the crushing desire to strike her. How could she have known? When was he so weak he allowed her to see it? She sat calmly like a spring lotus floating on top of a pond clearly not unperturbed by her own statement. He simply stood in silence allowing her to react while he gauge her behavior. Everyone had an agenda. She of course wanted to be free of the Emperor's hold. Yes, this must be it. He was her escape from servitude. Why else would she desire to help him?

Kleio took in his silence. He still stood over her and she still made no move to escape. She knew his anger would work in her favor. Already she could see the wheels turning in his energy feeling it shift and redirect itself. "Do you know he told me to tell him of anything you do. Already he senses your possible betrayal of him." She spoke gently putting her hands in her lap. She watched his fist clench and unclench and she prayed nothing would suffer from his wrath. "He has violated a code of nature. Ultimately, I upheld the natural order of things. He has got to go. This needs to be done by your hands alone. Your cause is just and for this I will aid you. I have touched your palm and sensed your power." She spoke appealing to his ego. "You will make a far better ruler to serve then Palpatine. But before we move forward I must complete my task."

It was silent. Her body slightly shook now but she still the beating of her heart. She chose this path and she had no regrets. Her fingers yearned to touch the flesh of his hand to really feel and see everything. He was so complex that even she could barely wrap her mind around him. They both stared out of the window. His arms crossed again over his chest in contemplation. They stayed like this for some time. The room stayed dark and she waited patiently for his response. Why she took this leap, she didn't know. She felt however that this was the path to take and she spoke the truth in what she told him. She felt it. She had seen it. He had experienced both sides of the coin intensively. Both energies flowed through him now warring over his soul pulling for custody and ownership of him despite his horrific deeds. Because there was one thing that still dwindled in the very bowels of heart.

Hope.

"I will send for you in the morning." He spoke before moving away from the wall and back towards the door in a fury of black. She watched him exit with a small smile at the corner of his lips sensing his growing anger and above all the tiny seed of comfortability. Not for her presence but for the tumultuous ball of confusion inside of him…changing and feeding the small seed of hope she discovered nestled underneath the oppressive anger and hatred. Smiling she touched the space over her own heart vowing to do what she could. She would not be a monster of this world. Very quickly she collected her things and placed the book back in its spot for later enjoyment. She released Maestro from his dock and watched him fly upwards prepared for instruction.

"Take me back to my resting room, please." She asked refusing to call it her bedroom or chambers. She watched the little orb move forward and she followed him with quick feet. She came across the familiar corridor and saw the small door leading to the tiny room she vacated. The doors opened and she strolled in quickly closing the door behind her.

She put her pen back in its case and moved to her suitcase to place the book she was writing previously down back underneath her clothes. She pulled out the other book to look at it fondly with new eyes. The book was an extra just in case something or someone else needed a story to be told. Her fingers rubbed its brown rugged exterior. She found it to be very fitting for what was to fill the pages inside. She stood up and moved to sit at the small table comfortably. Maestro flew about looking down at her quick fingers that prepared her pen for writing. Her irises began to glow periwinkle.

"Maestro please play for me Tchaikovsky and begin with his 1812 Overture, please." She requested while her pen hovered above the pure white page.

"As you wish." He simply stated and soon the sound of violins and cellos introduced the dramatic sounds of the song into her ears.

"I have documented forty-six Darths. Forty-five Darths have only one book published in the chronicle series. You, Darth Vader are the only one and the first to have two chronicles published about you." She whispered as her fingers began writing the first several chapters into the brown book. The book that did not speak of Darth Vader and his tale. This one she found to be as equally as special as Darth Vader. This book served another purpose. Her fingers glided like water down a waterfall. The words spoke of a different man during a different life but still present within Vader's soul. A story of a soul that needed to be told because it was the right thing to do. This soul needed a voice for it had been silenced for far too long. She paused in her writing to flip towards the very front of the book where in the space on the back of the cover she wrote.

In honor and dedication to Anakin Skywalker.

In reminder that we all have a voice and we all deserve to be heard.