Actually, that might be a really interesting folktale about Vaderâs origin for former Seppie territories.
âThey say that Senator Amidala walked with Death on her heels. She was everything you wouldnât expect to be lethal- well bred, raised and educated by all the standards of the queens of Naboo, posh, refined, noble, effortlessly comfortable in a thousand etiquette systems, able to make a queenâs regalia look like nothing and a pauperâs robe like the glory of a sun. Not the kind of woman to command Death.
âBut he walked with her anyway.
âSome say that she trapped him with a contract, like the old stories, her soul for power or her power for his soul, blood for blood and wine for wine. Some say she used dark and strange magics, the way the Jedi sorcerers did, to bind him to her will without giving anything in exchange. Some say she was simply so beautiful that Death Himself was fascinated with her, following her as a lover would.
âHer beauty was great, it cannot be denied, and so was her cunning. But I donât think either of them were why Death followed her. You see, Amidala was absolutely fearless. She feared neither man nor beast; death nor pain. She was our most cunning foe, utterly untouchable, because she did not fear. If she had lived longer- well, we would have lost the war, not that we won it anyway.
âBut even fearless women cannot command Death forever. She fell pregnant, you see, and died before she could deliver. Some say that Death was angered that she betrayed him with a man. Others say that the child was Deathâs, and that the cost of trying to bring life to any seed of his was more than her body could bear. Death cannot beget life. Maybe it was simply a moment of distraction, of inattention, that allowed Death to overthrow the control she had over him and take her. We will never know.
âBut in taking her, Death gained a new strength. Before, he followed her unseen, except by the dead. Now, he walked among us like a man, with eyes like a skull and a mask like terrible teeth. He cannot be stopped or slowed, and he can no longer be banished. Palpatine is his master now, if anyone is, and sends him out to control his new Empire, but even he cannot quench Deathâs bloodlust enough to protect the Empireâs forces.
âLet this be a warning to you, my child; no matter what you do, you must know that eventually Death will find you. He will not be merciful, he will not be slowed. He devoured the only thing he ever loved, and now seeks to devour everything else. Whether you join the Rebellion or the Empire your fate will be the same.
âDeath seeks all. He is coming.â