*Since I can't use the authors notes for the first chapter, I would like to say that I am new to the expanded universe and the details of the canon. So I may make contradictions against those comics/movies/games/novels. Apologies if I do so.*

My father was always hated by Chancellor Palpatine.

I wasn't sure why my father, Jax Tull, was hated by such a powerful indivdual. He was just a minor politician, after all. He most likely didn't even meet the Emperor. He also never voted on anything that directly involved the Emperor back in the days of democracy.

Yet there was no doubt that Jax Tull was hated by him. Nor there was mystery that my father had, somehow, knew this. After the Galactic Republic was transformed into an Empire, the first thing my father had done was move me and mother from level 5127 to the underworld in fear of being caught by the newly formed Empire. I don't remember the details, just that there was a lot of exchange of credits as well as fear. My father managed to keep us hidden and isolated for nearly a year, until I was 11. 

Then the masked man comes, alongside a squadron or two of clones.  Later, I would learn this man was named Darth Vader and I would learn to hate him for killing my entire family. We were at a dirty room, the landlord didn't ask any questions and delivered us food like asked before. It seems the Empire placed a small bounty on my father's head.

An audible sound of artificial ventilation could be heard outside the door. We were silent, and the noise seemed all there was in the world. It wasn't loud, but the fact it was the only thing we could hear seemingly amplified it.

"You would be wise to exit that room, Jax Tull. Perhaps we will allow you to live if you do so. Or your family."

That calm voice clashed with our fear in the room. My father might have stood up, but I could tell he was feeling dizzy. Mother gripped me as if I was a sense of comfort rather than something to be protected. I simply shivered. 

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Suddenly, the door broke open. There was no explosion, blast or any other kind of force applied to the door by Darth Vader and his squadron in the hall. As I looked up to see what caused the propulsion of the door, all I could see is the monster extending his hand.

Then, he gripped the air.

I felt an invisible grasp at my neck. Then, suddenly, it lifted me and I was chocking. Mother screamed when I was pulled suddenly out of her grasp.

The fear in that situation is quiet something else. Grasping at a hand seemingly didn't exist around my neck. Thrashing about by reflex, being unable to do anything as my senses dulled. The helplessness amplified my panic, causing me to thrash about even more.

"Wait! Wait, damn it! I yield, let Galen and my wife live and I submit to the Empire. Please, don't kill him."

A distant sound. My mind couldn't place who it belonged to. Not straight away. The lack of oxygen alongside the sensatiion of having my throat strangled wouldn't let me think straight.

Abruptly as it came, the grasp on my throat went away.

"We can spare the child, but your wife will have to come with us."

Father looked up. "Why?"

"Because we know she was also involved with the plans you stole. As long as you two are out of our reach, the plan may come into risk of-"

Suddenly, father flinged himself at the Sith Lord. I think the monster expect that, for he wasn't cut down instantly.

He was blasted instead by a stormtrooper next to Vader. Then, in two strides, Vader reached my screaming Mom and silenced her with a flash of read.

All the while I was gasping for air and shivering like a toddler. He then turned to me. He lifted his beam of red, then paused, as if considering a decision, whilst his mechanical breathing continued. He lowered his lightsaber and finally spoke.

"Jax Tull's possession are now yours by the laws of inheritance. I suggest you get some new droids to take care of you, as your father left you with quite the fortune. Let this be a lesson to you to never face against the empire."

He then left me in the dirty room with the corpses of my parents. It took me an hour to stop shivering, two to stop grieving and three to finally dispose of my parents corpses.