Title: Sith City

Author: Ticklesivory

Rating: Probably M

Warnings: Violence for one. Not sure about the rest. I'm making this up as I go. ;)

Summary: This isn't the Galaxy you're looking for. There are no Jedi, there are only Sith. Galactic City ain't what it used to be, and neither are Obi-Wan and Padme.

A/N: I only borrowed the movie title and feel. This is not a movie adaptation.

Chapter One – Prologue

Galactic City. It's a rotten place to be. I should know. I've lived here my whole life.

Obi-Wan. That's my name. I don't have another. When my mom's sober enough, she tells me stories. She tries to explain why I don't have a last name – why I don't have a father, but she's a liar and an addict. Don't get me wrong. I love her, but she's got problems.

Just like this cursed city.

It wasn't always this bad, though. I've heard things. Dexter, the local pub owner tells me how it used to be. Years ago, there were good people living here, laws, decency. Something called Jedi. Warriors who kept the peace. Now, the streets are for pissing in, the alleys filled with blood and semen.

I live in the Lowers, but I don't hang out there. Every night, I head up. It's cleaner. The air even smells better. I know it's a delusion of grandeur, but I can see myself living there someday, wearing fancy leathers and driving a speeder.

No surprise that it's really all about a girl. She hangs out there. Sometimes she arrives alone, sometimes she's with someone else. Lately, she's been with the same guy. A tall, decent-looking guy wearing black leathers and carrying a laser sword.

I'd like to get my hands on one of those.

I'd like to get my hands on her too. Not to hurt her, no. No way would I ever hurt her. If she were mine, I'd worship her and never let anyone ever harm her.

It's damn foolish, I know, but I'm already in love with her, and she's never even noticed me hanging out along the side streets across from her favorite restaurant.

She doesn't even know I exist. But I know her. I watch her, every night.

Her name is Padme Amidala, and she's the investigative reporter for Holonet-25. There's a feed on the billboard across from my apartment. Every evening at the same time, I see her face in enormous proportions as she delivers the latest City News.

News – a load of shite, actually. I live the news everyday, but nobody comes down here to report it. They're all too afraid of the Lowers.

Including her. Miss Amidala delivers the news just like the Uppers order it. Direct and to the point. All wrapped up in pretty paper and ribbon.

She could be so much more. I can see it in her eyes. I could help her if she'd let me. I'm not sure how, but I know I could.