"Luke-" She arched, gasping in anguish, before reaching out an imploring hand to her husband. "Help me, save me, please!"

"Why? I don't need you anymore, I have the child." He turned to smile down at the screaming baby, a cold, cruel smile. "You're obsolete, Threnody."

"No..." She gave a sobbing whimper, stricken and in disbelief. "Luke, please..."

He turned away contemptuously, taking the now-wrapped baby from the silent midwife, not even looking at his wife as he addressed her. "Go ahead and die already, woman."

Darkness began gathering at the edge of her vision, and she cursed her father who hadn't bothered to pass on to his only child the secrets of immortality he'd been researching. Gathering the last vestiges of her strength and all the Dark Side could loan her, Threnody half-sat up, screaming at her husband's departing back, "I HATE YOU!" The black obscuring her sight spread ever further, and the former Empress Consort fell back with a final weak gasp.

Legend has it, that Sly Moore died bearing Palpatine's offspring... for a galaxy where dying in childbirth "doesn't happen anymore," it sure seems to be common, huh?

I despise Threnody far too much to give her a happy ending. Of course, the galaxy will suffer too, the way I'm leaving this, but hey, sacrifices have to be made, eh?