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

Years later I functioned inside the Empire as admiral in the Imperial Forces. The Empire itself had extended to the east and now bordered the whole northern hemisphere of the galaxy. Despite the quite hierarchical structure there was democracy and peace. I saw cadets coming to the academy and soldiers leaving it. Inside the Republic not much changed. The Jedi kept being sided with the government, helping all friendly systems. But systems outside the territory of the Republic could always ask for help if needed. Jedi Knights would be dispatched and sent off for investigation. Always there was a dispute or a quarrel somewhere and the Jedi were the keepers of the peace. For that they had taken up the role they had always had.

Ruwee grew up to a fine young man. He looked much like, but a natural patience came from his mother. For the first time in a long line of Skywalkers he was a person who had no trouble with his emotions and finding control over them. From the age of ten I taught him to use the Force and how to wield a lightsaber. But there was more to the power he wielded and I taught him also much to use his power for good and not wrongly. My own path remained hidden in clouds. What Jedi master looked into the future, he was not able to tell what exactly my destiny was. Yet I lived still in peace and had enough friends across the galaxy, who didn’t believe any longer that I would end up into the dark side. But the thread remained thin. I learned of master Macey Jucan Djorons death short after the fifteenth birthday of Ruwee. I felt sorry for my son that his mother was dead. But he didn’t know her and thought that she had died with his birth. I let the past been buried. Perhaps it was not fair to my son to tell him about it. But the boy never asked or acquired for his mother. I doubted if he had ever missed her really. I had a good bond with him. With the age of seventeen he went to the Imperial Academy and became a cadet. From that moment he was on his own and I had to let him go.

My dreams had gone into fulfilling the day my son succeeded from the Academy. I was proud and as admiral I could hang over his insigne of service and his diploma he worked hard for. For two years he served as officer on a stardestroyer and learned everything what a soldier needed to know. But from the age of twenty he began to yearn for something else than only service in the military. He wanted a higher purpose. Ruwee was a man on his own and followed his own path. By that time I was forty seven and I was more or less alone again. I handed my command over to a more suitable person inside the navy and withdrew myself to the beautiful planet of Naboo. With only one thing in mind, I wanted to live out here my life, grow old and die.