|ingrid (ingrid) wrote in starwars_fic,|
@ 2007-06-10 14:04:00
DRABBLE FIC: Dark Queen Rising (I - III)
Title: Dark Queen Rising
Fandom: Star Wars - Episodes 1-111
Genre: Alternate Timeline/Universe - Drabbles
Summary: An alternate Sith plan and the hunt begins. An AU SW story told in drabbles (100 word segments.)
Warning: There will be some disturbing content as this goes along.
Sith had a saying for it -- a slip of the saber -- that moment the apprentice turned on the master, beginning and ending the glorious Dark cycle yet again. Not good for morale perhaps, but it had its own perfect symmetrical balance, something the Jedi lacked.
Palpatine wasn't ready for it, then again, no Master ever is. When the saber touched his heart, he tried to laugh through the bubbling blood.
"Well done," he gurgled as he fell, but his apprentice wasn't impressed.
"You always talked too much," Amidala said distastefully, flicking the saber shut. "At least I'll enjoy the silence."
She gave birth without help or drugs, screaming in defiance and rage against the pain that felt like she was being ripped in half.
Wildly, she thought about killing the creature that was causing her so much anguish, but her ambition persevered and pulling the bloody child from between her legs, she held it high in triumph.
But the pain didn't stop. She gasped in agony as yet another child slipped from her body and Amidala couldn't believe her luck.
Two, not one, to choose from. Two weapons in hand and oh Darkness, she thought, you are great indeed.
Obi-Wan had taken to calling it, in his own dry way, a new low, even for Sith. Anakin wanted to kill him every time he said it, but Obi-Wan was only speaking the truth.
He had been the Chosen One, hadn't he?
Chosen by her to breed the next generation of Sith. Bitterly, Anakin wondered if Palpatine had approved her plan. He wondered if he and Obi-Wan would survive this hunt, searching star to star, or die.
He wondered if he could endure another minute without knowing the fate of his child.
Hold on, precious one. Your father is coming.
more to follow ...
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