I haven't watched the prequel trilogy in ages so I probably got the Palace of Naboo completely wrong but oh well, artistic licence. This is an old story that I found in an old notebook and I'm hoping to add some later chapters.

The battered Alliance ship docked at the space port nearest the Palace of Naboo. Onboard were a handful of Alliance members who were fated with an opportunity to end the war. The Empire had, for reasons yet unknown, decided to hold peace talks with the rebellion; an unexpected and unanticipated move that had put them all off-kilter.

The hatch of the ship hissed as the hydraulics creaked it open. It was one of the best ships in the Alliance fleet, but that wasn't saying much. The war had taken its toll on the already battered ships and if it weren't for the mechanics it would be unlikely that the Alliance would have any ships left at all.

The first person to leave the ship was the brave but foolhardy Han Solo, along with his erstwhile companion Chewbacca. Chewie had a massive and not exactly inconspicuous crossbow slung over his shoulder and his eyes were darting around, keeping an eye out for any danger to either himself or his friend.

Next to emerge was Mon Mothma, flanked by General Madine, who was dressed in his Alliance uniform and Leia Organa who like Mon, had opted to wear white, her dress similar to the one she had wore during her capture on the death star. When Alderaan had been destroyed. It carried a message, one just as potent as the blaster hanging from her hip.

Last to leave the cramped ship, dressed in a black military uniform, a black gloved hand curled tightly round the hilt of a lightsabre, was Luke Skywalker, the Alliance's Jedi hero. Despite clutching his weapon, Luke looked the most at ease out of all the Alliance members, though those that knew him well would be able to see through his façade and spot the fear he tried to mask. Fear of what, he hadn't yet worked out. At first Luke had thought it had been fear of meeting his father again, but he soon dismissed that notion. No, it was something else entirely, something that the Force was warning him about.

With his long, striding pace, he soon caught up with the others in his group, leaving the crew of Red squad to mind the ship. Han and Chewie hung back to let the three negotiators through, taking up defensive positions on either side of Luke.

Within minutes they had reached the Palace of Naboo. It felt strange to Luke that a planet as beautiful as this had spawned such an inherently evil person like as the Emperor. His father, for he had accepted the truth for what it was—how could he not with the truth blaring out in the force?—was here, his dark presence in the Force forming an invisible shadow over the bright sun that only he could see. Surprisingly, it didn't feel particularly hostile, as far as that was possible with the Dark side, only…irritated and curious?

The grand arched doors that led to the hall where the negotiations were to take place, stood wide open, inviting them in, only a handful of guards standing watch. The room was shaped so that they couldn't see who was waiting there until they had fully entered the room. But Luke didn't need his eyes to see. Feeling the other's hesitation, Luke sent them a small smile before striding forward. Leia smiled thankfully at him and followed him inside, the others trailing in behind her.

Seated at a rectangular table in the centre of the room were five Imperials, all dressed in their prim uniforms. As Luke examined them he felt his father's impatience fade away in the force and he realised with a start that his father had been impatient to see him and not for the negotiations to start! In fact, from what he could sense, his father held about as much enthusiasm for these negotiations as Luke himself did, which was to say, not much. They were both pilots, soldiers and with peace they would cease to be needed. Luke wanted peace but he would miss war. Not a very Jedi-like thought, but he wasn't a proper Jedi.

Not yet anyway.

At the end of the table was the only Imperial apart from his father that wasn't sitting. The rest of the Imperials sat at the left hand side of the table, the right hand side left free for the Alliance.