Gallo Mountain Region, Naboo: A small mountain village

"It's a girl." said Ruwee Naberrie with watery eyes.

Ruwee carefully held his second daughter with gentle care as if she was a ceramic figurine, seeing a pair of brown eyes illuminated by the moonlight through the window. The three moons in the outside sky shone alongside an ocean of stars illuminating their humble village. To the new parents, she was their little angel filled with potential. The Naberries envisioned their daughter growing up as a strong and just leader of the Naboo nation while bringing peace, something that both earlier and current generations failed to accomplish. Within the escalating turmoil of Naboo, King Ars Veruna was rumored to be dealing plasma exchanges with the Trade Federation and crime groups, and some dissidents were arrested. She might be the one to restore peace and prosperity to Naboo, and possibly the galaxy. After welcoming their newborn into the realm of the living, Ruwee carefully handed over Jobal their daughter. Jobal held the newborn tenderly in her arms with moist eyes, blurring her view of her daughter.

"What should we name her?" asked Ruwee.

"I think… Padmé should be her name," answered Jobal. Then the medical droid interrupted their precious moment with their new child, since droids did not understand human relations well.

"Excuse me, Madam Naberrie. I recommend that you should allow a post-birth blood analysis to ensure that your child is healthy," said the medical droid.

"Proceed, D-148. I just hope that my child is alright," commented Jobal, watching the droid make a tiny prick with a tiny syringe on Padmé's thumb.

Quickly, the droid applied a bandage over the puncture left behind. As Jobal and Ruwee waited for the blood test diagnosis, their joy wavered. They grew anxious while the droid analyzed the blood sample under the scanning equipment. If their daughter were too powerful in the Force, they could fail to shield the Force aura of Padmé from notice. Fearful thoughts materialized in their minds too: would their child be born disabled? Born blind? After what seemed to the Naberries like a galactic standard year, the droid turned to face Ruwee and Jobal. Its next few words would convey surprising news about the newborn.

"Your child appears to be biologically normal, with no disabilities or other genetic defects. Additionally, I should notify you that your daughter has a midi-chlorian count of approximately nine-thousand and three-hundred, thus she is Force-sensitive," reported D-148 while holding a datapad towards Ruwee and Jobal.

Instantly, the possibility of their second child being discovered by the Jedi Order ignited unease within Ruwee and Jobal. They glanced at each other with hesitation since Sola, their elder daughter, was already strengthening in the Force. Additionally, a distant Sith heritage from the time of the New Sith Wars worsened the situation despite their sparse Force usage, since the Jedi loathed the Sith. If their ancestral roots were discovered, they would be pursued by the Jedi, a looming disaster over the Naberrie bloodline. A brief moment of eye contact between them conveyed that they must conceal all traces of their Force-powers to the outside world. Jobal told D-148 to omit the midi-chlorian count from the fresh blood diagnostic.

"We can't hide this reality from our daughter indefinitely. I feel that the truth will reveal itself, and eventually we will have to be honest with her," Ruwee protested.

"I understand honey, but I want our daughter to have a peaceful, happy childhood. If our daughters are discovered by any Jedi or Sith, we may never see them again. Also, she could possibly be killed!" Jobal commented while reviewing the datapad. Ruwee sighed, and sat on a wooden stool beside Jobal.

"I also have that in mind, dear, but how would our younger daughter remain happy if she finds out we have been lying about her identity through her childhood?" Ruwee asked. Jobal remained silent, cradling Padmé in her arms.

"The Force runs in our blood, so it can't be helped. It is neither good or evil, but whether the usage is acceptable really depends on the wielder's decisions. Perhaps we could train her in reaching into the Force and teach her some combat," he added.

The medical droid bowed and departed from the house, which silently slid open. Jobal put her hand on Padmé's forehead while sending a wave of calmness to soothe Padmé to sleep, and then gently tucked the infant in the crib. Jobal noticed that her younger daughter was strong-willed, leading to the longer amount of time to soother her to sleep. Even though their child was safe at present, the couple faced the task of concealing all hints of Force-sensitivity from Jedi recruiters. Soon, Jobal went to the fresher to change into her nightgown, and emerged a a few minutes later to bed. After the exhausting ordeal of childbirth and news of an additional Force-sensitive child, Jobal felt ready to sleep.

"Don't be afraid, honey. We will figure out the best course for us, we Naberries hardly back down from the rancor of life, especially a couple of Force-sensitive babies to raise." Ruwee said as he greeted his wife with a firm hug, warming her soul with his love.

"You too, Ru," chuckled Jobal.

"Just as lovely and compassionate as I saw you ten years ago. Force, I'm blessed to have you by my side," Ruwee said. Jobal answered with a kiss on his cheek just before sliding under the covers next to the crib.

"Goodnight dear, I need to check on Paddy, " said Jobal.

"Paddy? Sounds like slang for home decor, " commented Ruwee.

"What if we nickname our second daughter Paddy? It would sound awkward for formal occasions, especially when she is older. I can't imagine calling Padmé, if she were queen, 'Paddy'."

"Well Ru, our daughter doesn't look like she's over the single digits, right? She is so tiny." Jobal said.

"But-"

"No buts. Its quite unfitting for a Nabooian nobleman and Grand Elder like you, " Jobal teased with a smile.

"Fine, goodnight dear," Ruwee said. "She did not just imply that I am fattening around my behind," he thought.

"I heard that Ru..." his wife messaged through their mind link.

Ruwee laid in bed with Jobal under the covers in the moonlit night, with the chirps of insects leaking through the screen window. He closed his eyes and tried to relax, yet sleep eluded him, as the Force sensitivity of Padmé was a challenge to keep hidden. Ruwee once again recalled that the non-force-sensitive public was not fond of Force users after the Naboo-Gungan War.

Unable to find rest, Ruwee got out of bed and silently paced out the serene bedroom and through the main hall towards a rusted door. His steps echoed through the empty hall, and his shoes glistened in the moonlight. Opening the door, Ruwee stepped into the speeder garage, where a light flickered on to illuminate the room in a pale blue light. Tall durasteel shelves glistened with numerous mechanical pieces, and a small wooden chest bearing the House Naberrie crest rested in the back. Its contents should have been destroyed by Ruwee to avoid outside suspicion.

Instead, Ruwee knelt at the chest and placed his hands on the enchanted lock. He let go of his unease and extended his will into the Force. After a moment, it appeared as colorful strands of light flowing like a roaring river through the environment: the room, the house, the sleeping shaaks outside, and beyond. The Force was the weaving fabric of all life in the galaxy: a mysterious, extremely potent cosmic energy field. He felt an energetic sensation run through his body as the energy loosened the lock, which glowed turquoise and opened with a click.

Ruwee wistfully looked inside the aged wooden container. Inside the chest were four lightsabers on top of a royal purple cushion, which appeared as chrome, concave cylinders with a ornate, bronze-electroplated blade guard. On their hilt bottoms were engravings of the royal Naboo flower symbol. These two-hundred year-old lightsabers laid as relics of earlier Naberries who were esteemed warriors in contrast to passive politicians.

Ruwee sat with a pensive expression when activating one of the lightsabers in his grasp. The magenta blade hummed in front of his face, awaiting to fulfill its duty for almost one hundred standard years. Many bitter memories sprang up from knowledge passed down through generations. Known as The Blade of Naboo, a discontinued and secret Royal Defense Branch comprising of Force users, the Noble houses helped defeat an entire Gungan army during the Naboo-Gungan War and quelled a insurrection against the monarch. Those glorious days passed by multiple generations ago, since all nobles were forced out of commission regardless of their service. Specifically, they were shunned by many who hated the carnage of the Naboo-Gungan conflict, which resulted from the losses of many civilian lives. The Naberries and other noble Houses felt betrayed by their nation, as if their service meant nothing. Nevertheless, the noble houses had to adapt; they could still serve their people as politicians but their legacy forgotten. Ironically, their hidden past ensured that the Jedi or Sith would suspect little of their Force sensitivities.

After his brief time of reflection, Ruwee deactivated the lightsaber and returned it to its resting place. With a sigh, he thought back to the earlier conversation with his wife about hiding the Force sensitivity of both daughters, considering the consequences of what he was planning about training them. Would his peers or friends approve? Certainly the Force should be taught with emphasis on responsibility for its usage, so their children would avoid abusing their Force abilities. Under burden of those issues concerning his family, Ruwee decided to have the chest kept at Varykino to avoid suspicion from Jedi or Sith, and later mentor his daughters about the Force whenever possible. He promised himself that he would protect his family (especially if they occasional teased him) and liberate Naboo from the tyranny of Veruna.

Dune Sea Sector, Tatooine: Mos Espa

Looking down with anticipation upon the remote desert planet Tatooine was a gray, featureless humanoid figure wearing a Je'daii tunic emitting a faint blue aura.

"The sides of the Forcefuls, Jedi and Sith, have become greatly skewed from the balance of The Way and have become corrupt in their narrow paradigms. The Sith have gone too far in their manipulation of sentient life. Balance must once again be restored with my Chosen Ones, the old must die, and the new reborn," the avatar of the Force mused. The avatar then gazed upon a young slave woman giving birth to the Chosen One of the Force, who would fix the imbalance in the Galaxy and bring peace.

Shmi Skywalker was unsure of how she had conceived a child without a mate, but the infant in her arms was now her responsibility. The new mother promised herself to raise her newborn son with all the love and care he deserved, despite living as a slave woman under Gardulla the Hutt. And so, a young blonde boy strong in the Force was officially welcomed into the galaxy, as the Tatooine moons shone in half-phase directly above the sandstone compound.

"Anakin… His name will be Anakin Skywalker," Shmi said to the medical droid.

Lake Country, Naboo: Palpatine Estate

Among the sounds of distant grazing shaak and chirps of birds in the trees, two cloaked figures, a middle aged-human and Muun, strolled with fluid, mechanical steps. The two figures resembled dark wraiths of chaos, as they were the only two Sith of the Sith Order; the Rule of Two by Darth Bane ensured that just as for the few hundred master-apprentice pairs since the Seventh Battle of Ruusan. Unlike the multitude of Sith allowed to claim membership within the Brotherhood of Darkness Rule, two Sith were easily concealed within populated planets like Naboo, and continuously renewed dynasties through the apprentice eliminating the master. In some aspects, the Rule of Two resembled the cycle of life: the death of the old for the emergence of the new.

"Everything is going to plan my apprentice… the experiment has succeeded. A life, the ultimate Forceful, has been created through midi-chlorian manipulation unlike before: the Vergence of Boga has been birthed," the Muun solemnly said with a faint smile, oblivious of the rebellion of the Force against the Sith.

"Much acknowledged, Master Plagueis, perhaps we can use him to further the rule of the Sith Order over the entire galaxy," the human chuckled.

"Patience is key, my apprentice. Soon we shall avenge our ancient fallen, and we will tip the system and the weak-minded of the Galaxy in our favor. The pathetic Republic is growing unstable, then we shall take the opportunity to slowly entrench ourselves in the government, and then the Sith will rule the galaxy again." Darth Plagueis responded, as razor-sharp anger seethed underneath his serene tone.

"A grand plan, Master. We should also keep an eye on the Jedi scum and our creation, as he must fall to the dark side to suit our machinations..." Sith apprentice Cosinga Palpatine said.

"In addition, the boy must be allowed to develop to an optimal age or vigor… Speaking of vigor, a meal at the planetary capital would be… empowering," Plagueis added.

Soon the two Sith paced back out the labyrinth of red and pink flowers nestled in hedges, toward a dark-brown XJ6 speeder.