Revelation: A Star Wars Fanfic

Chapter 2

"If they had not been so honorable, perhaps everything would not be so awful."
—Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

"By the gods," I groaned. My head pounded like a drum. "Did someone smack me with a racket-stick while I was out?"

Anakin smirked. "Considering you drank nine pints of beer, someone probably should have."

I sat up and looked around. "When did I pass out?" I asked, looking at my measly quarters that Dark Jedi were provided.

"I think," Anakin thought, "We were in the middle of telling me a story about one of your friend's boyfriends."

I frowned. "That's not helpful. Gods," I cursed. "What did I even say last night? I vaguely remember a conversation about a... Nexu encounter?"

He looked both impressed and amused. "You remember that?"

My hand rubbed my head ineffectively, trying to ease my headache. "Sort of, but not a lot."

I could tell that he felt a little guilty about letting me get wasted. "Hey, I fun. But let's not do it again. It's not worth it in the morning." I groaned.

Anakin smiled. "Come on," he gestured toward the door. "You have a debrief meeting with the Council."

I groaned again, this time from annoyance instead of physical pain. If I had been allowed to use the Dark Side, even for a moment, I could have gotten rid of my headache.

But I had to admit: if a discomfort was the price of seeing my brother, then I would gladly resign myself. Anakin had grown more than I had, but that may have been due to my slowed Dark Jedi aging. While I could definitely pass for my actual age, a few heads usually turned for a double take.

I was excited when I found out that he and I still looked similar enough that people would easily mark us out as twins. Still, I should have been more weary that his connection me would have always given people a natural distrust of him. He was a Jedi, but I was a Dark Jedi.

I remembered how he used to be blond and hid a smile. His hair had darkened like mine, but his still maintained some of the straight locks instead of curls like mine.

But when I looked into his eyes, I could still see my reflection. I could still hear that piercing music of the Force. I could still feel that same completion I felt while he was near me.

There was something else, too, something I didn't recognize. In his strange and bizarre aura I could pick out a feeling unlike I had ever felt before. I wasn't sure what it meant, but I thought to keep it to myself.

I could easily keep up with him as we walked through the Temple, his superior height not deterring me. "Was this planned early just to annoy me?" I asked.

Anakin shrugged innocently. "It's probably been planned for weeks. The Council likes to plan ahead."

I sneered in disgust at the ungodsly hour of the morning.

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"You understand that this is purely a diplomatic event?" Master Windu said it more as a statement than a command.

"Yes, master," I nodded. "I will be happy to see Senator Amidala again." I hoped my smiled looked genuine-enough.

The Council members looked at each other like they were having a psychic conversation. "Good," Master Windu conceded. "Will expect you there on time." I noticed that his statements always had an underlying threat to them.