DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS HERE, JUST TO CLARIFY THAT FACT.
I'm a keen Star Wars fan, and I had this idea for a story after reading two Fanfics on this site. One features Padme as a Royal Guard, which gave me the immediate inspiration for this. It's called Crimson Guardian by GuardianSoulBlade, and I do recommend that you check it out using the below link. The other is one that remains among my favourite Fanfictions on this site, the Resident Evil 5 fanfiction No Cage Worse, by Mr. Penbrook. This one covers Jill Valentine between Lost in Nightmares and Resi 5 proper, and is well worth your time if you are a fan (it is dark, so go carefully). I have not read it in a couple of years, but I did borrow from it to write this-Padme as Jill Valentine I thought would be a cool story. I hope somebody likes this, and I thought that I'd credit the two main inspirations.
If you are one of the two aforementioned writers, I can take this down no problem if you so desire. I just had an idea, and channelled your two stories to make it happen. If it offends you, I deeply apologise. Likewise, if you like it, let me know.
CRIMSON GUARDIAN: s/3710158/1/Crimson-Guardian
NO CAGE WORSE: s/5021179/1/No-Cage-Worse
Anyway...on with the story. Comment on it if you please...
My name is Padme Amidala.
As far as the galaxy knows, I disappeared amidst all the chaos surrounding the end of the Clone Wars, the Jedi's fall from grace and the declaration of the New Order and subsequent rise of the Empire. As far as the galaxy is aware, I was declared dead under mysterious circumstances. Far from the story of my miraculous resurrection and ongoing survival, this is the story of the perpetual nightmare that is my continued existence. Formerly Queen of Naboo, formerly Senator, formerly married, formerly a mother…now I am none of these things. I am officially dead…and dead inside.
I am also the Emperor's trophy-his plaything. A symbol of his power…
And I can tell nobody. All I can do is tell my own story in my head, as I am unable to disclose it to anybody. And through doing so, I can attempt to hold onto my past, my identity, my real name…even though the woman they belonged to is long dead, both officially and spiritually.
So how am I alive, and more importantly-how did it get to this point?
Well, the nightmare began on the medical facility on Polis Massa, after I gave birth to my twin children. I'm trying to keep that fact secret from Palpatine, and I try not to think about it too much in case he tries to read my thoughts through the Force. He's very perceptive that way-and loves being in control. Obsessed with power…and very paranoid about any potential threat to his precious Empire…real or imagined. He would not think twice about slaying either Luke or Leia…
Anyway, I was recovering well-Obi-Wan had placed a Jedi healing spell on me that allowed me to recover from the combined agonies of that force choke and childbirth. I was alive…yet heartbroken. I was the happiest I had ever been…and it was all taken away by the newly self-declared Emperor. My husband, my soul mate, had been twisted and manipulated…and is now completely lost to me. Almost completely…I cannot lose hope. There is still good in him…and hope is all that I have left. And a vengeful fury…At least, I had that until I saw Obi-Wan Kenobi-and realised what must have happened on Mustafar. Two went down, one came up…And I felt my heart break at that moment…no words passed between us, but the mere sight of Obi-Wan and the look on his ashen face told the whole story. I vowed that I would avenge Anakin's fall to the Dark Side and would help to destroy the Empire that Palpatine had built for himself. And I knew how it could be done…
I knew that a counter-insurgency was building against Emperor Palpatine, and I had helped some of the main figures planning this to keep their secret. Unfortunately, it seems that you cannot do anything on Coruscant without Palpatine knowing about it. While my allies were able to scatter to the four winds and begin their Rebel Alliance, the Emperor had made plans to prevent me from doing likewise. Like the Jedi had fallen into the trap of Order 66, and Senator Organa was ambushed by the clone troopers, Palpatine had accounted for the possibility of me rebelling as well. One of my doctors was in fact an agent of Palpatine…
While my allies were discussing what to do next, this agent drugged me, sneaked my unconscious body aboard a ship right under their nose, and kidnapped me from Polis Massa. The one thing that I counted as a blessing was that he was completely unaware that I had given birth-he had no idea about my twin children, thanks to how well the others were keeping the reason for my visit a secret. He assumed that I was being treated after my encounter with Lord Vader…the name makes me feel hollow inside. Unfortunately, while my children were safe-my allies would ensure that-there was still the matter of myself. And this agent brought me before his Master.
And I can remember the scene like it was yesterday. It lives on in my every waking nightmare…