Chapter 1: The Birth of an Emperor
The most powerful Sith Lord in the galaxy, Darth Sidious was on Exegol, awaiting the arrival of his granddaughter Rey.
She would take revenge on him for the death of her parents and once she kills him her spirit will pass to her.
He will rule the galaxy forever from a new body that will withstand all of his power. The entire galaxy was his...
But it was not always like this... The story of my young life... Sidious recalled his rise to power... first I was a senator of Naboo, then Supreme Chancellor of the Republic and finally before the entire galaxy I called myself Emperor.
I once gladly buried my past and my origins and intended to never relive those memories.
When he was younger I thought it would be wise to hide what he considered a weakness. Now, however, over the years I have realized that I should be grateful to my past. After all, he got me to where I am today. But he didn't dismiss me as the tragic result of a dark past...
My past, present and future. My story prepared me well for my future. I don't regret any of it.
Since I was little I knew that I saw the world differently from everyone else, my own family was afraid of me... they feared me, because they saw the indomitable beast that slept inside me
But the fact is that I am the Emperor of the Galaxy, born of irresponsible ancestry on the inconsequential planet of Naboo. It all started with a little boy, named Sheev Palpatine...
82 BBY
My father hated me from the beginning. I hated him more. A child cannot hate, many beings will say, but I do not agree.
I can clearly remember hating him as he lifted my small body into his arms.
I knew from the moment I saw him that our relationship, if it had to be called that, would be short and turbulent in nature.
My father wanted a strong heir, not one so strong that he couldn't control, because control was always on his mind.
I have never been physically overwhelming. Even now, in this withered body that is worn away over time by my intense power, the clone of a man I once was. Many beings wondered how this withered and fragile body could strike fear into the hearts of billions of people.
Clearly, appearances are not everything, the day of my birth... damn? Maybe, I know it was a day of destiny and shattered dreams...
This day was a day of pride, Cosinga Palpatine reflected as he stood beside his gently swollen wife.
Bremé Palpatine cradled his large abdomen in her slender hands, protective, demure, domestic, everything she should be the wife of an aristocrat. And the small figure in his hands would be a perfect son for him.
They stood in the middle of a gathered circle of friends and family, parents-to-be surrounded by jovial well-wishers, although the atmosphere had taken on a dark tone.
slightly gloomy. The entire group was on the wide terrace of the enormous mansion, which stood before a large expanse of a brilliant blue lake.
Birds sang quietly among the trees and insects buzzed lazily among the wind-blown reeds.
Convergence was the peaceful ancestral home of the Palpatine nobles, and now it belonged to him. Cosinga felt a wave possessive of fierce delight. He was no longer a young man, but he still had the ambitions of him.
Cosinga was actually the only one left of House Palpatine with considerable wealth, thanks to his dealings in Theed politics.
Now most of the family and friends had gathered again that day to hear the name of his heir.
The tradition of naming a baby on Naboo was ancient and revered among the royal houses, as the Naboo firmly believed that a name played an important role in a child's destiny.
They knew that a child lived up to the expectations placed on him, so Nubian parents would spend weeks and sometimes months before choosing the perfect name.
Three weeks before the ceremony, Cosinga had taken his wife to a holy man of the Brotherhood of the Knowledge, a dying and arcane religious order that had close ties to House Palpatine.
There, Cosinga asked for the blessings of the genre. His wrinkled hands had passed gently over his wife's stomach before freezing in place, and Cosinga felt a shiver run through her your back. The feeling was fleeting and attributed it to the open windows in the wide hall of the temple enclosure. Naboo's summer this year was unusually fresh.
"A male child," the holy man rumbled and withdrew his hands in host. "A blessing to him and his house." However, he did not look at Cosinga or Bremé when he accepted the credits in the palm of his hand.
Cosinga had been bewildered by the rudeness of the old man, but repressed his anger and enjoyed the fact that a male heir would soon be born.
Now here they expected, observing how the traditional basket passed around the circle. The small basket contained a handful of items that represented Cosinga, Bremé, his home and the fetus.
After family and friends granted their blessings and support for the new house, the Holy Pontifecher placed the basket at the foot of Cosinga, he had chosen the pontiff for the appointment ceremony.
Unfortunately, the old man stumbled upon bending down and the little rattle that represented the child fell from the basket and rolled a meter away.
Soft gasps toured the circle and Cosinga squeezed their teeth. The placement of baskets was a symbol of the stability of a home under the direction of the husband. This did not have to happen.
The Pontifect separated from his assigned place and leaned to collect the rattle, placing it strongly inside the basket once again and resuming his position next to Bremé, pating quickly, with his light blue eyes fixed in the rattle.
Cosinga just looked at the saint, who quickly left the basket and backed up.
"We arrived at the appointment ceremony of the new heir of the Palpatine House," the saint shouted surprising the stillness of the moment.
The circle moved and breathed again, Pera Cosinga noticed that the birds had stopped singing, nearby insects and animals moved away from the place. He langled the unusual silence of trees and the environment.
"We have heard of the next heir of Cosinga and Bremé, and we want to see their destiny," family and friends chanted in a tried choir, with extended hands to receive the name.
The pontiff turned to the couple. "Are you ready to pronounce the name of your heir?"
Bremé took a step forward and extended his hand on the basket. He trembled there in the air until Cosinga covered her with her own rough hand and together they said "we are ready"
"Then speak and let fate listen to you"
"My family and my friends," Cosinga began in a low and tense voice, "we have dedicated a lot of time to our choice looking in the archives a decent name of the child. We know
That a great life will live, overcoming our expectations "his voice became stronger and strong It will take my work to the Ifuturo! "
Bremé squeezed Cosinga's hand and said in the silence that "my son and my future will be known as Sheev Palpatine. It will be a palace of excellence and peace, of strength and glorious achievements, it will be a golden light in dark places"
The crowd seemed properly amazed, repeating in a low voice "Sheev Palpatine will be his name"
And the holy man sang as he bends down and collected the "Sheev Palpatine will be your name, a son not born of Cosinga Palpatine"
At the end of the ceremony the couple was surrounded by a tight circle of followers who laughed and cried. Cosinga led them all beyond the majestic stone pillars to the vaulted reception room of their mansion.
Three newly hired servants appeared out of nowhere to serve the varied delicacies that were waiting at the low wooden tables.
Cosinga accepted the waves of congratulations with the air worthy of an old nobleman, but inside it was full of joy. Looking at the great tapestry that hung from the back wall, he studied the family shield, a trio of creatures. Veermock, which represents Palpatine's ferocity in Naboo's defense; the Aiwha, which symbolizes the aquatic force of its people, adaptable to any situation; and Zalaaca, showing the powerful loyalty of the Palpatine house.
Finally, convergence was inhabited properly. Palpatine's name would reach glory again, and Na would be impoverished or dishonored again.
Wow, even your child could become as legendary as your grandfather, although not I wanted a similar ending.
He turned to see Bremé's parents approaching and, reluctantly, left his reverie. Bremé's normally Stoic kissed her delighted and her father shook Cosinga's sweaty hand.
"You dream big, son -in -law," he laughed, jovial and pleased.
"The bigger the dream is, the more things my son has to wait," Cosinga laughed with a rough sound. The more I have to wait.
He received a slap palmada on the back and fought to stay upright and not stare while Bremé's father smiled.
"I can only expect to be up to these great dreams."
"He will, honorable father -in -law," Cosinga forced a smile. "I know he will"
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The contractions came to Bremé sudden and fiercely on a stormy autumn day, at the end of Naboo's twilight twilight.
The sunlight forced some weak rays through the clouds in the sky, but the darkness threatened to overcome the light.
Bremé held her silent groans while the servants carried her in the aircraft and Cosinga took the steering wheel.
Cosinga worried about the new pain in his wife's eyes and squeezed the accelerator as fast as he could. The undulating grass of Naboo meadow moved under the slider, the strands of the blades were released and threw behind him as the minutes became hours.
The Shaaks that freely wandered sought refuge for the slider and the rain that was coming.
"I held it, Bremé," Cosinga murmured. His wife only groaned in response and grabbed his abdomen.
Cosinga stopped in the bay of bearing from the main western medical center of Theed, could have taken it to the provincial centers of some of the towns in the area, but did not want to run any risk with her son.
Birth would occur before expected and was already quite nervous. The afternoon medical staff seemed competent and took Bremé out of the slider and sat it in a floating chair that he expected.
She disappeared from Cosinga's sight as he parked the slider. Then he found his way to the labyrinth of Hospital's halls. The staff indicated the delivery room, a luminous center with walls of a glowing target and decorated with youth works.
Something that Bremé would like, Cosinga thought briefly. In fact, they had argued for the child's room. In the sense that Bremé lost his head and wanted his son to grow in a colorful asylum.
Cosinga was very firm with that, her heir would grow with a sensible head over her shoulders. No wild colored walls or ridiculous paintings for your child.
He found the room in which he was Bremé following the shouts of his wife who was fighting. Is childbirth really so painful or was he trying to earn his sympathy? I was not sure.
The medical team did not allow him to enter, claiming that he could receive unpleasant epitaphs from his wife if he entered during childbirth.
Cosinga mocked momentarily, she would not dare. But he had no choice at that time, so he sat down, three other men were also sitting in the waiting room.
One of the men approached the nobleman more "How much have you been waiting?" He asked, his friendly and more than a bit boring voice.
"Not much," Cosinga replied. "You?"
"Eight hours," man laughed. "I think he is doing this on purpose"
Cosinga shuddered when he thought about staying so long in that place "mine will not take so long. His contractions were strong ... I am Cosinga Palpatine, from the Palpatine house"
"Oh, a nobleman," the man nodded. "Sorry, but you Palpatine, are not a common name"
That will change, "Cosinga told him, internally insulted. The man captured the indirect and left him alone, returning to the sides of the other future parents who expected.
The minutes lengthened until they became an hour and then two. Cosinga sailed in a light dream while listening half the monotonous voices of the other men.
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In the maternity bed, childbirth was complicated, Bremé shouted with pain, his belly hurt, everything looked blurred around him.
"My baby ... my baby is already born, ahhh !, this hurts a lot, help me!" I said Brema between cries and screams, it hurt horrible.
"Push, come on, push !" The doctor said with the nurses.
"Ahhh !, this hurts a lot !" Bremé said starting to cry the pain was increasingly unbearable.
Bremé begins to push by instinct, he had to get his son now more than ever.
"Let's go one more try, bid, well! Almost! I see his little head, he's coming! The doctor said.
Bremé was shedding tears, she was suffering during childbirth. "AH!" She finally screams and a loud cry is heard throughout the room.
The Mon Calamari nurse smiles widely as she sees the baby's small body come out of her mother, the doctor takes the little body in her arms. He was covered in blood, and he did cry a lot, he was very small.
"Congratulations, he is a beautiful boy," said nurse Mon Calamari.
"My son…" Bremé whispers and extends one of her arms. She felt exhausted. "Where is my son?"
The nurses cleaned the baby and wrapped him in a white blanket and handed him into her mother's arms.
The baby began to move in her mother's arms. "Calm down... it's okay, my love, mom is with you."
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Then a loud alarm rang at the reception and the receptionist called his name. Cosinga jumped to his feet. She was instantly alert when she the receptionist told him to go to room number 3032.
He wiped sweat from his palms along the long hallway to his wife's room, wondering what he would see. Would the child look like him or Bremé? A mix or a perfect mix? Would she have Palpatine's aquiline nose or his father's rich brown eyes? Would he be as handsome as his father? An athlete?
Cosinga began to breathe heavily as she stopped in front of the door. Every dream he had ever had flashed before his eyes. A Mon Calamari nurse, probably a university exchange student, opened the door with a broad smile and extended a hand towards the bed.
In front of him, Bremé lay curled around a small bundle of white cloth in her arms, her beautiful face shining with sweat and satisfied exhaustion.
Cosinga felt a broad smile appear on her face. Finally, here was his son and heir. She walked proudly to her side and leaned down to look at his face of her future.
And he froze.
And his precious dreams shattered into fragile fragments at his feet.
His small face dissolved into the white sheets, and all Cosinga could see were the sickly yellow eyes that looked curiously upward, burning into his soul.
Not pale blue eyes like his wife's. Not dark brown eyes like his. Yellow eyes, strange and unnatural! He let out an involuntary cry of anger and surprise.
The nurse ran to his side. "Lord! What's wrong?" begged
Cosinga turned to her. "What's wrong with her? What's wrong with her eyes?"
The huge blank eyes blinked and the Mon Calamari rushed to take the child from Bremé's arms, the nurse looked at the child and exclaimed softly, "It appears to be a case of extreme jaundice, sir. I am told that it is quite common among human babies. It will dissipate over time."
Cosinga felt anger course through his body. "Get him out of my sight!"
The nurse looked at Bremé and saw only blind fear, and the nurse quickly left the room, clutching the white bundle to her chest.
As soon as the door closed, the enraged nobleman turned on his wife, leaning over the bed and hissing, "Cheating wife! Prostitute! Maybe we should kill him and get it over with!"
Bremé moaned "No, Cosinga, no! It's yours! He swore it to you!"
Cosinga slapped her without warning and Bremé's head snapped back. She gasped, eyes wide and terrified as he screamed.
"Jaundice, they said! That wasn't jaundice. "I've seen jaundice!" He slapped her again and then leaned back with a loud gasp, almost a sob. Bremé clutched her arm in desperation. "He's yours!" He is yours! I haven't touched anyone else! I am loyal to you, Cosinga"
Cosinga slumped against the medical bed, feeling her hand twisting in his arm, feeling all of her enthusiasm from her last few months evaporate from her soul. "You swear," she moaned dully. "We'll see, my dear wife."
She flinched but nodded.
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Cosinga feared seeing the child again. It seemed unreal that she had ever wanted to behold her son and heir. She still doubted it was her own blood, but Bremé wouldn't lie to her so boldly, not to her face.
Three days had passed, time spent isolated in the nearby inn. He refused to go to the hospital when Bremé requested his presence, telling her to come pick him up only when the demon's eyes returned to normal.
Cosinga knew he was being irrational, but he didn't care. He collapsed after six days and was forced to return to the hospital, his memory filled with the image of the golden-eyed baby.
Bremé, fully dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed, did not meet her eyes when she entered the room, but instead silently handed him the bundle, this time wrapped in a dark blue cloth. Cosinga did not apologize to her as he took her small form into her arms.
This time Cosinga was not surprised. The baby's eyes were still a pale, sickly yellow. However, she detected in them a keen intelligence that was not normal in newborns. They focused on him immediately. Were the baby's yellow eyes looking at him to study him? Cosinga shifted the child uncomfortably in his arms, since newborns were not supposed to do that.
The boy growled weakly, a strange growl that set his teeth on edge. She looked at the rest of the boy and saw that indeed, Palpatine's infamous nose had reached his comically large face. Cosinga relaxed when he saw it, something familiar and normal. The boy's body was thin, almost too thin, Cosinga thought as she touched a small fist-shaped hand.
The hand opened without warning and latched onto his finger with surprising power, trying to push his hand away from her. Cosinga was perplexed. He seems very weak, but his strength is extraordinary. How is that possible?
"Can you see it's yours?" Bremé asked quietly from the bed.
Cosinga watched as the boy pushed his hand again. It had to be his imagination, but the baby seemed angry with his father. The nobleman snorted. "He doesn't seem to like the idea. But yes, now I see the resemblance. The eyes must have been a strange mutation. I just hope they don't stay the same, so I'll look into surgery for him."
Bremé nodded. "I think they will change. I've seen some blue emerging around the edges."
Cosinga looked closely, ignoring the small, unfortunate scowl he was receiving. That was true, specks of pale blue were showing along the outside of the irises.
"Well, then," Cosinga announced quietly. "Perhaps all is not lost. Sheev Palpatine, you have taken me by surprise and I hope this does not become a habit, I have plans for you."
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Days later Cosinga and Bremé Palpatine welcomed some members of their close family to their Convergence mansion, to whom they proudly presented their firstborn.
Sheev, one week old. A very difficult birth but one that resulted in an almost healthy baby. Beneath the usual veneer of social conventions, tensions had already been created.
Cosinga, despite seeing that the paternity test was positive, still viewed his son in a bad light. The boy did not instinctively inspire confidence in him…
The baby was placed in his father's arms as is customary when children are introduced and the little one began to squirm so much that Cosinga had to readjust the diapers and blankets in which the little one was wrapped.
Much to the father's surprise, the baby fought against him vehemently, with a strength that seemed too great for his age...
After this strange fight, Cosinga won and readjusted the baby's diapers and covered him with the blankets again.
But behind his beautiful appearance, this new incident gave him some chills.
Bremé's parents approached to see her grandson with a smile, but when they saw the baby's yellow eyes, her smiles were erased and they remained silent, the fear was clear on her face.
Cosinga, noticing this with contempt, gave the baby to Bremé and walked away from the celebration. Not only were Bremé's parents, friends and family felt scared by this new baby... he was not like the other babies, this one was very different, not to mention abnormal.
"They both have to be very strong, because it will not be easy to educate a special child," said her father next to his daughter.
"I know what you all think of my son, including my husband, you all think that I have an ugly and horrible son... that a monster was born from me," Bremé said sadly, holding her son. "You even miss him, Mom. You haven't wanted to carry him even once since you met him," I reproach his mother.
"Daughter, it has been very difficult for all of us, but of course we love it. We do not reject him, we are his grandparents."
"I want something to be very clear to you, father, and to all of you… my son is not special, he is a child like everyone else… with smiles and happy dreams," Bremé said, lulling her son in her arms. very happy life."
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Bremé dressed her son in a onesie to take him to his crib, and the young mother played with the baby with a smile, until she saw her husband at the door.
"Dear, help me with the baby, I'm going to feed him before I put him to sleep," Bremé said with a smile.
"Do it yourself, take care of her needs yourself, I don't want to get involved with that thing," Cosinga said with contempt.
"How can you talk like that? "He's your son, don't you feel anything for him?" Bremé said with a sad tone.
"I wanted to have a child! I wanted to start a family! And he looks what I got! Cosinga shouted with anger and contempt.
"Accept your son, give him your love…" Bremé whispered, a little scared by Cosinga's reaction.
"I can't... no matter how much I try to get closer to him, I can't love him," Cosinga said with all sincerity, leaving the baby's room.