Post by Empress Palpatine on Nov 15, 2005 4:48:43 GMT
INTRO:
One Sith artifact was left after the second Death Star blew up. It was a little book with a black cover and a red lettering title "Diary of Empress Palpatine." No one knew that there had been an Empress, and no one knew what became of her. A scholar began the process of translating the diary. He did not proceed in the chronological order of the book because some sections were easier to translate than others. The dates and times were uncertain and could only be guessed by context. The first section was as follows:
A Hectic Day in Coruscant...
I awoke and my husband had already left for the day. It seemed he has had so much on his mind lately. He was tense but somehow excited. I sensed things were coming to a head. There had been great conflict with the Jedi. The fact that my husband was a Sith was a secret only known to me and one or two others. He always publicly tipped his hat to the Jedi although I knew how he really felt. He told me the day would come, Judgment Day. The Force would deal with them. Little did I know that today was this day.
It started like any other day, another day of war and politics. Rumor had it that the war would end soon. I decided I really had enough of talking about it all. All I was seeing was the news all day long for days. That is what everyone was doing, being glued to their T.V. sets. I wanted a break. I went out into the city to the big flea market. No one would recognize me. I put on plains clothes, just one more woman shopping in the city. Even there I saw people watching little hand held view screens to watch the latest. Everyone was talking about the war. I went over to where some very attractive looking vegetables were. I saw this lady I often see there. She was a Jedi lady from the temple who sometimes goes out for a change of pace. She often complained about temple goings on, stuff about those high and mighty council members sticking their noses in places they didn't belong. She felt that the purpose of the Jedi had become perverted. They had become carnal, power-hungry and worldly.
She had her padawan with her. She said, "I have had enough. I am leaving. I did not tell them. I just threw a few things in my speeder. We are going to a remote area where I can truly show my padawan the Force, without the corruption." I asked her why she picked today to leave. She said, "I do not know. It is just that I feel strongly that the Force said to go and to not look back. I think some sort of judgment is coming. I always knew something would happen where one has to go and not look behind them, not even return to grab your cloak." I told her that perhaps it was a wise idea.
It was well into the afternoon when I got back. I stopped by my husband's office. I handed him some particularly nice piece of fruit I bought. "Shopping today dear?"
"Yes, I was at the flea market. I just needed a break from politics."
"I think a lot of all this will be over soon, my dear," he said with a gleam in his eye.
One Sith artifact was left after the second Death Star blew up. It was a little book with a black cover and a red lettering title "Diary of Empress Palpatine." No one knew that there had been an Empress, and no one knew what became of her. A scholar began the process of translating the diary. He did not proceed in the chronological order of the book because some sections were easier to translate than others. The dates and times were uncertain and could only be guessed by context. The first section was as follows:
A Hectic Day in Coruscant...
I awoke and my husband had already left for the day. It seemed he has had so much on his mind lately. He was tense but somehow excited. I sensed things were coming to a head. There had been great conflict with the Jedi. The fact that my husband was a Sith was a secret only known to me and one or two others. He always publicly tipped his hat to the Jedi although I knew how he really felt. He told me the day would come, Judgment Day. The Force would deal with them. Little did I know that today was this day.
It started like any other day, another day of war and politics. Rumor had it that the war would end soon. I decided I really had enough of talking about it all. All I was seeing was the news all day long for days. That is what everyone was doing, being glued to their T.V. sets. I wanted a break. I went out into the city to the big flea market. No one would recognize me. I put on plains clothes, just one more woman shopping in the city. Even there I saw people watching little hand held view screens to watch the latest. Everyone was talking about the war. I went over to where some very attractive looking vegetables were. I saw this lady I often see there. She was a Jedi lady from the temple who sometimes goes out for a change of pace. She often complained about temple goings on, stuff about those high and mighty council members sticking their noses in places they didn't belong. She felt that the purpose of the Jedi had become perverted. They had become carnal, power-hungry and worldly.
She had her padawan with her. She said, "I have had enough. I am leaving. I did not tell them. I just threw a few things in my speeder. We are going to a remote area where I can truly show my padawan the Force, without the corruption." I asked her why she picked today to leave. She said, "I do not know. It is just that I feel strongly that the Force said to go and to not look back. I think some sort of judgment is coming. I always knew something would happen where one has to go and not look behind them, not even return to grab your cloak." I told her that perhaps it was a wise idea.
It was well into the afternoon when I got back. I stopped by my husband's office. I handed him some particularly nice piece of fruit I bought. "Shopping today dear?"
"Yes, I was at the flea market. I just needed a break from politics."
"I think a lot of all this will be over soon, my dear," he said with a gleam in his eye.