Life is a journey, a path on itself...

This was what a life in independence meant, born to powerful and ruling people, it was a fight to remain your own person and not to be owned by society. The media were crazy to find all sort of news about my person. The Jedi wanted me in their midst, because of my lack of control over my feelings and the unpredictability coming from it. The Sith were only interest in the power I wielded. I had a life on my own in service of the Empire, but hidden in the shadows I owned all the access coming with the position of the Supreme Commander of all Imperial Forces. I was the unknown owner of two successful fundings and the savior of people who threatened to be taken by poverty. The company who had its terrain in the Coruscant Exchange I derived myself quickly from it, allowing it to die if it had never existed. Instead I bought up a waning school complex with multiple dependences in the lower levels of Coruscant. The education was of bad level and the school buildings were poor and terrible. Dressed in the armour of my great-grandfather I set out to there, striking fear in the hearts of those living there, while the mask protected me against the foul air down there. Life there was one misery.

So Lord Vader visited five dependences of a lost school complex. I noticed that mostly children of other races than humans lived there. I looked around and spoke with the present teachers. Most were as bad as the kids who were educated there. Beating was a daily practice and drugs were also a problem out there, mostly among the older kids near ten years old. Among them were a couple of seasoned dealers. They had contacts with the real crime of Coruscant. Natural gossip traveled around that Vader had been down there and quicker than I reached my residence half Coruscant knew that he had been there. Guessed was also what had been his purpose there. The questioned teachers couldn’t tell much, the Lord had only informed about obedient souls. They thought he was searching for brave souls who could be trained to stormtroopers. For the children it was a great opportunity to leave the life behind they lived there.

The corruption was the greatest problem, so for rearrangements I visited first the head quarters of the complex and assassinated the director instantly for the murders he had undertaken, how he had sold children into slavery and how he had bribed his subordinated in doing the same dealings. I seized control over the head quarters and installed there a few Imperials, men from my command. Everything was covered under clearing the place of traitors and corruption. Wearing a mask and helmet was good against recognition, but I didn’t find it comfortable. I wondered how my great-grandfather had ever learned to live in peace with it. Soon as I was back at my residence I pulled the helmet and mask off, enjoying the fresh free air of the high levels of the city. I didn’t mind to live a double life. It gave a kind of excitement I needed, it gave me a purpose.
Macey found the truth out by accident. I had just returned from a long day down there, when she visited me unexpected. I didn’t give my condition much thought, as I recognized her presence in the Force and allowed her to enter my place of stay. She found me in the old command room surrounded by running monitors. Her astonishment was clear as I turned around absent minded from reading a report, which had come from Imperial Headquarters. Through fatigue and thus lower defenses my double life was exposed. We faced each other, probing in the Force the intentions of each other. But earlier than I wanted to give in was the realization that between us a Force bond existed and to what I was now aware of the first time. In her eyes I saw that Macey was aware of it too. I stood up and crossed the distance between us. I took her in my arms and smiled. In the Force she felt I was not corrupted at all. I didn’t mind that she knew the hidden truth about me.

I was not able to fight the will of the Force, so I submitted myself to it. Somehow we were both spellbound and the thought of leaving hurt us both considerably. So Macey stayed the night over at my residence. Both our inner defenses were broken, in the Force we knew both who we were and there was no turning back for us. It was the night that I conceived a child with Macey. We were both not aware of it, only the love was there between us. In the morning we spoke it over that we would never tell what happened that night to anyone. We covered it under the veil of the search to a crime lord, who accepted chanceless children and made slaves of them. We turned it into a real search, so it was legitimated to the real world. Macey returned back to the Jedi Temple. Two months later I saw her again at a public meeting and I sensed that something had changed within her. At the moment it was possible I took her aside and informed what was wrong. But she smiled only and in the Force I detected why she felt so happy. I could feel clearly the small raw form inside of her, already bristling of life. But weird or not no other seemed to sense it. It was our little secret and I would do everything to keep it safe. In a new meeting at my residence we talked about the discovery and what consequences laid ahead. In this world it was not possible for us to marry, not expose Macey to the fact she was pregnant from me. The Jedi wouldn’t accept it. Macey brought up that after the birth I had to take our child with me and raise it. I didn’t like that at all and said no to it. The baby would need her. I couldn’t feed it properly.
But Macey didn’t change thoughts. I sensed it bore her pain to leave her child alone under the care of me, but she knew it would be safe at my side. A life together for us was not there, because I had too many enemies in the field. She didn’t want a hunted life, as my parents had lived, in a yacht traveling from one place to another in the galaxy. The second half of her pregnancy she came living with me, while we continued our research to the slave children. The last week I took her with me in a shuttle toward the Outerrim Sieges to the planet of Ilum where in ancient times the Jedi found their crystals for their lightsabers. A small hide out facility was there and perfectly safe for Macey to bring the baby into the world. It was not the finest happening in a life, but with my help Macey was able to get through the birth. I gave her much of my strength that she needed.

It was a small loud screaming and bloody creature that I held in my hands. It was a boy. I studied the baby from up to down but he was healthy and in the Force he brimmed of power. As all the Skywalker babies it had inherited my Force potential. In the future trained he would be someone to be reckoned with. I gave the baby to Macey so she could see who her child really was. It took her a couple of days to heal from the birth, but in healing trance it went quickly. She left it to me to give my son a name. I named him in his own right Ruwee, to a forefather of him. Ruwee was a name, common on Naboo. Macey enjoyed so a few fine days with me and Ruwee. The baby was a quiet one, mostly silent when he was in the arms of his mother.

Ilum was a planet where it was most time of the year winter and so snow lay outside the hide out facility. We rode with a snowspeeder through the landscape, enjoying the mighty sights of pristine forests and frozen lakes. I shot a lot of holos with her and the baby, refusing to think at the day Macey would return alone to Coruscant and the Jedi Order. Little as he was Ruwee responded nonetheless to our joy. In the Force I touched him as often and he responded hungry at my touch. Macey refrained from doing that, scared of forming a too attached bond with her child. I disapproved, but she shook her head. She wanted that I carried the baby with me. It was two weeks after the birth of Ruwee that I shuttled back to known space and put of Macey at the spaceport on Selvaris, a planet so not far from Reecee and Borleias. She was a Jedi Master and knew to deal with the pain she felt by parting from me and leaving Ruwee with me behind. Except a pack of clothes she took nothing with her. She boarded off my shuttle and waited until I had left the planet before her booked passage for Coruscant. The whole trip toward Naboo I refrained from connecting the Force, listening to a wailing son in the back. I knew he missed his mother’s presence. I was father now and had no idea what to do with a distressed two weeks old baby. It was finally that I couldn’t endure the crying and stretched in the Force toward my son, enveloping him with all the love and care I felt for him. Ruwee responded and stopped with crying. The rest of the journey to Naboo he slept in peace.