AN: So this is a book of "A Twist in the Tales", I hope you guys like this story. I don't own Star Wars, though I do own some CDs of Star Wars, sigh. Anyway, this is story will be about many people, but still the main focus would be Anakin and Padmé, they're my OTP in Star Wars so, I'm sorry. I was juggling this story to and fro with the others. I can't help myself! There's too many ideas and not enough time and whew, thanks for deciding to read this story.
So this story will start off somewhere around "Attack of the Clones", only difference, it won't be Senator Padmé Amidala. As you can well figure out, Padmé Amidala doesn't become a politician, but rather becomes something else instead. Anakin Skywalker still has strong attachment to his mother, but the Senator in this fic won't get his attention too much. They will be friends though, close, like Palpatine-close to Anakin. However, Padmé and Anakin will still meet each other; Anakin is also on his way to Knighthood and is undergoing his Jedi Trials…
A Twist in the Tales: Slipping like Sands
Chapter 1
Friends and Enemies
Senator Valé Kamtonia of Naboo was currently pacing back and forth in her room by the lake house. She had kissed Anakin! She stopped and touched her lips, still feeling the kiss linger on it. She could feel the fire spread through her body, and she wondered if he felt the same. She knew it was foolish of her to think of him more than just a friend, and even more foolish to wish he would reciprocate her feelings but she couldn't help it. He was no longer the little boy she met at Tatooine.
They had been on the balcony, and he had been talking about the sand, how much he disliked it, and how much he liked Naboo better because it was so smooth. She stared at him intently when he was talking, and she knew she had that stupid smile on her face as she watched him. But he was too busy taking notice of their surroundings, so when he turned to look at her, she moved by instinct and pulled him in and their lips crashed. She felt him stiffen at first before he allowed to let her kiss him and kiss back as well, but after a few seconds he pulled away.
"I'm sorry my lady," he had said, "I have to check the surroundings once more." he dismissed himself and briskly walked away. She felt foolish, but she wasn't sorry. They came back to Naboo for her protection since it seemed like people were trying to kill her for her strong opposition to the Military Creation Act. She was against the idea of hiding, but she wasn't so disappointed when she realized it would only be Anakin who would escort her while Jedi Knight Kenobi, Anakin's soon-to-be ex-Master, would investigate the assassination attempts.
After ten years they were brought back together, but he seemed to have forgotten her, how much he affected her. But she never did, she partially wished Anakin didn't have to be a Jedi, for if the Order had refused to train him as one, she would have given him a place here on Naboo, and maybe then, she would have been more than just a friend to him.
A knock was heard at her door and she deemed herself presentable when she opened it, "Anakin." She gasped in surprise, "Was there something you needed?" she asked, noting the eye bags under his eyes, "Anakin what happened?" she reached out to touch his cheek, but he moved away slightly, it told her that he still wasn't comfortable around her. What little companionship they had going on before was shattered by that kiss. "Tell me Anakin, I'm still your friend."
"Friends don't kiss each other m'lady," he answered stiffly, "But I was here to see if you wanted to go somewhere."
"That won't be necessary." She said, "Was it your nightmares?" she asked softly and Anakin's eyes seemed to be in pain before he turned around and heaved a sigh…
"Jedi don't have nightmares." He answered
"Don't lie to me Anakin, you've had nightmares last night." She pointed out, "I could hear you." she added softly, he let a sigh of defeat…
"I dreamt about my mother, again," he answered, his back still to her, "She was in pain Valé, and she was calling out to me, and I really want to make sure it wasn't just a dream." He seemed to be on the verge of tears and Valé stood in front of him…
"What makes you think it wasn't just a dream?" he looked at her and she could see his eyes glistening, tears threatening to fall…
"I could see her as clearly as I see you now, and it's the same thing I see. Always, always she's in pain, calling out to me." Anakin stopped and looked away from her, "I wanted to ask for permission. I know I might fail the trials, but I can't just leave her there if she's in pain Valé, I'm sorry I can't protect you." Valé shook her head…
"Don't worry Anakin, I'll go with you to Tatooine."
"It was self-defense." Countered a woman who has brown eyes survey some mechanical parts in a junk shop. The owner was too busy trying to fix a robot, and she wasn't too sure if he could help them, so they looked around for now, "You can't exactly condemn me to my actions." She finished before putting down another part. She just can't seem to find the right one. Her brow hair was neatly hidden underneath a beige cap equipped with cover surrounding her face. She usually only has it on when weathers or climates were extreme like here on Tatooine or in Hoth. She was currently wearing a sleeveless blouse, with a belt right below her chest area and the bottom of the blouse flowing freely with the wind and sands. Her jacket tied around her hips, covering her belt equipped with hidden weapons and a blaster…
"That still doesn't mean I'd have to like the fact that it ended in death." Mumbled the woman with her, who was slightly taller. Her blue eyes searching for the part they needed as well, and her blonde hair tied up in a messy bun. She was wearing a plain white shirt underneath a beige jacket with its sleeves rolled up. They had just gotten out from their last job, and barely got away if the former hadn't decided to end the life of the one coming between them and their exit off the planet. Unlike her companion, who was equipped with a weapon, she was only armed with a couple of things fit for pick-locking and a transmitter. She stopped and looked around, just in time to see the owner being approached, "Think maybe he can help?" she asked softly, gesturing to the new arrivals. He was dressed in dark robes and was talking in Huttese. "Seems like a local." She added as an afterthought…
"Ani?" piped up the Toydarian, "Little Ani?" he wasn't sure, but when the stranger picked the droid up and fix it a bit before returning it, only then did he confirm it, "It is you!" he exclaimed and they began to talk…
"My mother." He demanded and the Toydarian seemed a bit down. Brown eyes gazed at him for a moment before turning back to the parts in her hand before putting it down and looked around…
"There's nothing here Satine," she answered, "We should probably go and look around at someplace else."
"Alright, but you have to admit Padmé," she gestured to the pair of people who was now walking away, "He was kind of cute." She pointed out and they both broke out into a laugh…
"Indeed, not only is the planet too hot, but the males they produce here are so hot as well." Added Padmé, and Satine just shakes her head…
"Maybe we should head by to the cantina? I am up for some refreshments, you?"
"Yeah, refreshments would be nice."
Valé didn't fancy Tatooine just as much as Anakin, she was feeling so hot, and she couldn't bear the sun. She thought she'd only have to go to this planet once in her lifetime, she didn't remember Tatooine being this hot. "How much further are we from the ship?" she asked, not really able to stand the heat. Anakin looked back at her before slowing down to let her catch up with him…
"I told you, you can stay in the ship m'lady," he said, "I remember your first time here, and when you came to Watto's shop you were absolutely looking out of your element."
"I was curious about the planet, I haven't been to Tatooine before." She pointed out…
"And now you have, you could have stayed behind."
"I wasn't about to let you go through this alone. Besides if you have left me on Naboo, the Jedi Council will hear of your breach of mandate and will probably not let you ascend to Knighthood."
"I appreciate you doing this for me Valé," he said and offered her a smile, "I realized we haven't really talked about that kiss as well."
"No, Anakin, it was a wrong move on my part." She admitted, "I understand that you are a Jedi, and I'm, I'm a senator. If we go beyond that, I'm certain there will be serious repercussions."
"Spoken like a true politician." He commented smiling and Valé was dazzled by it despite the glaring suns above their heads. "Thank you for understanding." He finished, "I hope we still are friends even after that mistake." Valé nodded mutely and they finally arrive at the ship before Anakin operated it to fly over to the Lars Homestead.
'I didn't think of it as a mistake, Anakin.' She thought to herself as she stared at him longingly as he was busy with the ship's controls. They arrived quickly and landed their ship in distance in respect to the moisture farm. She followed after Anakin as they made their way to the homestead, where they saw a protocol droid sweeping. Though she did wonder what it was he was trying to sweep. They got closer, and only then did the droid realize they were there.
"Oh hello, I am C-"
"Threepio." Anakin finished as he stared in shock at the droid he had made when he was still nine standard years old. It was already covered, although it still looked like junk, as Valé thought. The droid paused and seemed to process who it was he was seeing…
"Oh, master Anakin, thank the maker!" he exclaimed, as much as Anakin wanted to see how Threepio was doing, he wasn't here for a droid…
"I'm here to see my mother." And suddenly, it was like the mood shifted…
"Oh," Threepio replied, "We better get inside then." He said and led them to the house. Inside, they met a man, around Anakin's age, wiping off some grease from his fingers. "Master Owen, we have two very important guests." Introduced Threepio…
"I'm Anakin Skywalker," he said and shook hands, "This is Valé." The senator nodded…
"Then I'm your stepbrother, Owen Lars," a girl suddenly came and stood beside him, "This is my girlfriend Beru."
"I've come to see my mother." Anakin said when a new voice came to join them…
"I'm Cliegg," a man in a wheelchair called out, "Shmi's my wife." He finished and Anakin shook his hand as well, "We best be getting inside."
As they got in and seated at the dining table, they began to tell Anakin how Shmi had been abducted by the Tusken Raiders. Anakin was distraught at the knowledge his dreams had been real, and now, he may be too late. He suddenly stood up and began to leave, "Where are you going?" asked Valé…
"To find my mother." Anakin replied, his rage was getting harder to control.
"It's been too long son," Cliegg said, although he wanted to search for his wife, he knows it was too late, "It's best if you accept it." he added softly, but Anakin wasn't one to sit around and do nothing. He was still having those dreams for a reason. His mother was still alive.
"I'll go with you." Valé said, and Anakin stared at her for a moment. She would stand out too much, and he can't protect two people at the same time. Although he knows Valé can protect herself, he wasn't too sure how long she can go against the Tusken Raiders. He shook his head at her…
"I'm sorry m'lady, but I'm afraid I've put you in risk far too much by bringing you here." He said, "They're good people. You'll be safe here." With that he turned to leave…
"Wait," Owen said and Anakin turned to him, "Please, use my speeder bike." He offered and Anakin nodded gratefully…
"Sigh, are we all set?" asked Padmé as she sat on the pilot's seat. Satine was coming out from the cargo bay and sat down on the co-pilot's seat. She seemed to be contemplating something, and Padmé was sure she wasn't going to say anything until she's weighed out all the pros and cons of her ideas. "What is it?" she asked and Satine spared her a glance before she averted her gaze blankly in front of her, her lips pursed together and brow stiff in concentration…
"Do you think we can go to the Jawas before we head off the planet?" she finally said and Padmé quirked up an eyebrow…
"You want a droid?"
"If possible an astromech, a protocol droid, and a med droid really."
"Why?"
"Well, an astromech droid can do the repairs on our ship, a protocol droid can very well be a translator and can help us around some dealers we're having a hard time of communicating and a med droid for obvious purposes."
"Do we have enough money for it?" Satine shrugged, "Well buckle up, let's try to find some Jawas."
"We're taking the ship with us?" and Padmé nodded, "Good, I didn't like the way those sleemo were looking at out baby." She added and Padmé laughed and they started up the ship. They flew out of the hangar and went to the outskirts to locate the Jawas, when Satine spotted their familiar big vehicle. "I see them." She informed Padme, and they landed their ship a good deal away from the Jawas. Padmé unbuckled her belts faster than Satine could…
"Stay here." She said and Satine was about to protest that it was her idea when Padmé gave her the look, and she relented…
"Fine, but you better pick the best ones. I will not have a second-class droid on this baby." She said and Padmé nodded…
"Whatever you say Duchess." She said, using the nickname she had for Satine because she acted like one from time to time. Padmé lowered the ramp and put on her jacket on her and grabbed some money and her blaster before going out. As soon as she got out a couple of Jawas came to approach her. "Hi, I'm looking for some droids." She said and mentally kicked herself, why else would she be talking to some Jawas. One Jawa came up to her and began speaking and she mentally palmed herself for not preparing a manual for Jawa-talk. "Kriff," she cursed under her breath and pulled out a holopad and showed a protocol droid, she really needs one right now. The Jawa began to speak and called out some of his companions who went inside their bunker and moments later a protocol droid came out, covered in rusting silver and seemed to be having trouble walking…
"Hello I am TC-14 at your service." The droid introduced and Padmé stared at it up and down…
"How many languages do you speak?" asked Padmé and the droid answered in a large number and she nodded, "Can you translate then for me?"
"Certainly." The droid said and Padmé turned to the Jawa…
"What's with the walking?" she asked and the droid translated. The Jawa spoke its reply and the droid turned to her…
"He says the joints had clogged up over the years of misuse. I'm afraid I won't be much of service except as a translator." TC-14 said and Padmé was curious on how long the droid was in possession of the Jawas…
"And how long have you not been in use?" asked Padmé…
"I was taken from my former master ten years ago, after the ship I was in got destroyed, I was hauled over into a scavengers ship and got sold to the Jawas."
"And why didn't they pick you?"
"I'm afraid it's because no one wants a protocol droid that can't serve properly." Padmé smiled in sympathy before turning to the Jawa…
"How much?" the Jawa replied and the protocol droid translated. Padmé checked the money and figured there was still some amount for some more, "How about a med droid?" she asked, knowing their line work, she wasn't too sure which was important, but she figured they have plenty of astromech droids and not enough med droids…
"He says they'll have to check the inventory first," TC-14 replied, "Med droids aren't very common after all, and the last one he could remember was sold to Jabba the Hutt." Padmé nodded in understanding and looked to their ship which was fairly away from the Jawas. "Thank you for deeming me worthy to be at your services my lady." TC-14 added and Padmé gave the droid a smile…
"It's a mutual beneficial agreement TC-14," she said, "I need a translator, and you want to be of use."
A speeder bike appeared and paused for a moment and Padmé looked to see who it was, and was surprised she recognized him as the one in the junk shop earlier that day, talking to the Toydarian. He unmounted the bike and started walking towards them, just in time for the Jawa to return, "He says he's sorry, but there aren't any med droids on board, there are some astromech droids though." TC-14 stated and Padmé held up a hand, wanting to let the man to go on about his business first as he seemed to be in quite a hurry.
He didn't seem to notice her and they started to talk to each other in hushed tones. Padmé stepped back and looked around at the dessert by night. The setting suns were nice to look at, she turned back to the two of them, and the man seemed to be agitated somehow. Padmé leaned towards the protocol droid, "What are they talking about?" she asked softly, curiosity getting the best out of her…
"They seem to be talking about Tusken Raiders." The protocol droid answered, "The man is asking about them but the Jawa seemed to be a bit skeptical to answer, after all the Tusken Raiders come back in greater numbers and if known they told the location they'd retaliate on them. The man is promising not to tell let any of that vital information slip." She didn't know what came after her, but before she knew it she was already offering…
"I can take you to them." She said and the man suddenly looked up as if to notice you for the first time, "My ship's just right about over there," she gestured to the large freighter somewhere off the distance but close to the Jawas, "I've passed by it a few times, I can take you there, it'd be no trouble really." He stared at her with such intensity and she couldn't decipher if he was angry she had been eavesdropping or considering her offer…
"Thank you." he said, "I'm Anakin. Anakin Skywalker." He introduced and held out a hand and she shook it…
"Padmé." She replied and turned to the Jawa, "Thank you for the protocol droid, I'll be back some time later." She told the Jawa and paid her dues and the Jawa thanked them and went on their merry way. "I'm sorry if I was eavesdropping, but you guys seemed to almost burst into a fight." She explained to Anakin as they trudged towards their ship. It was big, and plain, shaped like a fan that wasn't fully spread yet and had two blasters at the front sticking out, "It doesn't look like much but it's a fast ship." She added, quite used to the first impression people keep getting of her ship…
"What do you call it?" Anakin asked as he stared at the ship. She wasn't kidding when she said it didn't looked like much, in fact, it looked like a piece of junk, but he wasn't about to say that to the kind angel that has offered her help. At least this way the Jawas were at peace no Tusken Raiders were going to come after them if by chance he was unsuccessful. She smiled as she stared proudly at her ship, like a parent would with their child…
"We call it the Millennium Falcon." She stated and Anakin couldn't help but look at her once more. She was definitely an angel, he thought. She was kind and beautiful, he wonders where she came from. "Don't worry about the bike, the Jawas wouldn't dare steal from a Jedi." She added and he looked at her in shock, she laughed slightly, "I could see your lightsaber, and that braid's a dead giveaway." She pointed out and he nodded, chuckling slightly…
"You're quite observant m'lady." He said and she shakes her head…
"Please Master Jedi, call me Padmé." She said and looked back to check on his speeder bike, "We'll hover slightly over your bike and stow it inside the cargo bay, is that okay?" she asked and he nodded…
"You keep saying 'we'," he pointed out, "Who's the other person?" he asked as he looked back. It was getting dark…
"Satine and I have been piloting this thing for about, five years now, actually give or take five years." She answered, "She's the one that wanted a droid, but so far I've only got a protocol droid with me, right TC-14?" she asked over her shoulder and was surprised, despite the fact it had trouble walking, was actually able to catch up with them…
"Yes my lady." The droid answered and faithfully walked beside them. They reached the Falcon and gone up the ramp…
"Satine!" called out Padmé, "Start the ship." She ordered and the humming began to fill her ears and the ramp closed up…
"Did you get the droids?" yelled back Satine and Padmé nodded for a moment…
"Just one," she replied and got to the cockpit, "But I did bring a guest with us."
"Another boy?" Satine asked with a raised eyebrow, staring at her knowingly and Padmé smacked her arm slightly, "Hey, no need to be so violent." She hissed and rubbed her arm and looked behind, "Well, you sure know how to pick 'em."
"Shut up and fly low, we're looking for the Tusken Settlement."
"What? Why?" asked Satine in panic. She wasn't too fond of the stories she's been hearing about them weren't very nice things. "Are you out of your mind?" she hissed and Padmé stared at Anakin for a moment who was looking over TC-14 at the moment, before she closed the doors to the cockpit…
"Remember the guest?"
"Quite hard to forget he's out there in the back."
"Okay, he's a Jedi, and he needs to get there."
"Why?"
"I don't know, I didn't really ask okay? I just offered because they looked like they were about to get into a fight."
"And you don't think that when he gets to the settlement he'd not start a fight as well?"
"He's a jedi." Padmé pointed out, "If anything they're supposed to be protecting your beloved peace, not destroy it."
"He's a person," countered Satine, "Time and time again, things that make him human will come out and he might just snap."
"He can handle himself."
"It's not him I'm worried about." Satine said, "Padmé, why is he going to Tusken settlement? What's his purpose?" she asked softly and Padmé stared at Satine. Satine was definitely worried, but it wasn't for the Jedi, she was worried about the Tuskens. If this visit was something personal, Padmé was worried about the Jedi, he seemed young, impulsive and different from what she's heard about the Jedi. He wore his emotions on his sleeves and if Padmé knew him better, she would suspect he was already on the brink of snapping from what seemed like a whirlwind of emotions.
"Would it ease you for me to go with him?" she asked softly and Satine stared at her…
"You're not doing this for me, aren't you?" asked Satine back, "You're worried about him as much as I worry about his reasons." Padmé reluctantly nodded, "Then yes. It would ease my mind." Satine responded and spotted the settlement, "There it is."
"There it is." Padmé echoed and got out of the cockpit, and just in time to see TC-14 deactivated and he was still working on the wirings, "We're here." Anakin snapped up to meet her gaze before setting down the leg gently beside the deactivated droid, "I see you've bee fixing it. Thank you."
"It's the least I could do." Anakin replied and set it down, "Thank you as well for your assistance." The ramp started to lower…
"Why are you here Anakin?" Padmé finally asked and Anakin stared at her for a moment, and she found herself staring back at those blue orbs of his that seemed to scream his emotions with just one look…
"They have my mother." And he disappeared as the ramp stopped. Padmé felt something stir up in her stomach, and she realized it was anxiety. She was anxious about how he was going to settle things, and anxious about what he'd find. If her, a stranger was feeling this kind of emotion, how much more could a son feel? Padmé rechecked her blaster and went after him. Screw the facts, Jedi or not, he would need some help to save him and his mother, either from the Tuskens or from himself.
She ducked and looked over and saw the Tuskens were eating and drinking. She wondered if Anakin had found his mother and looked around, maybe he was still sneaking around? She hid in one of the cots and still ran through her plans in her head when she heard some battle cries from the Tuskens and the swishing of the lightsaber. Padmé looked back and saw Anakin slashing away at the Tuskens coming after him and once they were through he went over to the nearest house. Padmé could feel the fear spreading throughout her system as she saw the raging anger from his face…
His mother was dead. It would be the only explanation from this rampage. She thought she'd stay frozen but when she saw him raise his lightsaber to kill the women and the children as well, she pulled the trigger on her blaster, and he deflected it and glared at her for a moment, before it disappeared. "Padmé?" he asked in shock and Padmé quickly stepped between him and those he was about to kill, "What are you doing here?" he asked shakily, anger still evident in his tone, "Step aside."
"No." she said and threw down her blaster and raised her hands up in front of her, "Don't do this Anakin. You don't want to do this."
"They killed her!" he yelled, "They killed my mother! They tortured her! And she didn't do anything to them!" he growled and activated his lightsaber once more, "They deserved to die!"
"Maybe," Padmé said and stepped back as he stepped closer, "But what about the innocent?" she asked and he glared at her…
"They won't be always innocent." he replied and his hand around the lightsaber clenched tightly, "I don't want to hurt you Padmé, step aside!" he ordered but she shook her head…
"Don't do this Anakin, you're a good person!" she exclaimed, "You can't pass judgement on those who haven't committed the crime. They're related yes, but if you do this what makes you better than them?"
"I'll be giving them a quick death!"
"And could you live with that Anakin?" she asked, "Live with the fact you've slaughtered them like animals all because you hated them for a single moment?"
"This moment will scar me for my life." He rebutted and stepped closer, "I'll ask you one more time Padmé, don't make me hurt you."
"If I get hurt Anakin, it'll be your doing." Padmé mentioned, but this time she didn't step back as he stepped closer. She could see his lips quivering, his eyes tearing up with grief. "I am not your enemy Anakin, I'm a friend, and friends look out for each other, but if you want to kill the Tuskens behind me right now, you'll have to slay me as well." she said in a firm voice. The Tuskens were still huddled together, certainly frightened. "Revenge can only feel good for a moment, but regret will haunt you for the rest of your life. Don't do this Anakin, you're better than this. You know," she emphasized, "You are better than this." Anakin bit his lower lip before deactivating his lightsaber in defeat…
"I, I," he seemed to struggle with his words and Padmé grabbed his arm gently and rubbed her hand up and down…
"Let's get your mother out of here." She whispered and he nodded, still crying and shaking his hand. She took his lightsaber gently and he went ahead of her and got in the hut that had housed his mother and gently wrapped her up in a blanket. He carried his mother's corpse all the way back to the Millennium Falcon, and Padmé went to the cockpit, lightsaber still in hand, "Fly away from here Satine." She said softly, and Satine had a pretty good idea what happened was not good. Padmé left the cockpit and saw Anakin almost finished with the droid's joint, "Hey." She greeted and sat beside him. She feels him slightly stiffen, before relaxing. She gave him back his lightsaber…
"Thanks." He mumbled softly, "You're right, I would have felt better for a moment slaughtering them like animals." He croaked, "But I would have felt terrible the moment that feeling ended."
"You were angry Anakin, and for a moment, you were blinded by it." she said softly and he stops tinkering…
"I'm a Jedi, I was supposed to not feel hate or anger or love." He countered and resumed his work. Padmé stared at the joint and rubbed his arm soothingly…
"You're also human." She whispered, "And to be angry is to be human."
"I would have done it." he admitted, "I would have slaughtered them if you weren't there. Every last one of them because I hate them! I would have slaughtered them like the animals I saw they were!"
"But you didn't, you came back Anakin, you came back to your senses."
"How can you even stand to be this near to me?" he whispered back and stared at her with such intensity as he did when he first saw her, "I've been meaning to ask you this," Padmé looked at him and held his gaze, "Are you an angel?" he asked and Padmé smiled and laughed…
"You're a funny boy." She said and shook her head, "But no, sorry to disappoint you, but I'm no angel. Though I heard they resided in one of the moons of Iego."
"Heard that too." He said and still stared at her, "I left here ten years ago in the company of a beautiful girl, I didn't think that when I'd return I'd meet an angel in this hell hole."
"That girl you were with back in the junk shop?" she asked and Anakin stared at her…
"How-"
"I was there this morning, looking over some spare parts." She interrupted and leaned her back against the metal wall, "So was she the one? The angel you met here?"
"No, that was the beautiful girl," he drew closer to her slightly, "You were the angel." He whispered, Padmé stared at him back before her face broke into a wide smile…
"You're making fun of me."
"Nah, I wouldn't," he replied smiling back, "I would be much too frightened to tease an angel."
"Are you going to keep calling me that?" Padmé asked as she stood up, her limbs starting to feel numb at sitting on the floor and stretched. Anakin looked up at her and resumed his work…
"Would you like me to?" he asked cheekily and Padmé let out a laugh that seemed like music to his ears…
"I'll be by the cockpit Master Jedi." She said to him and he looked at her retreating back and the door slid close behind her, cutting off his view of the cockpit. He smiled softly before looking back and was satisfied that the joint wasn't clogged up anymore and proceeded to reattach it to the droid. He let out a sigh and sat down as soon as he was done and walked closer to his mother's corpse, which was wrapped in a white blanket. He drew it closer to him before he hugged it, tears flowing out of his eyes and sobs racked his body as he hugged it tightly to him like how he once did as a child whenever he was too frightened to be taken from her…
Satine didn't want to interrupt his mourning and stood silent as she watched him cry and hug his mother, mumbling apologies. It broke her heart to see him like that, and understood if Padmé couldn't bear to see him like this anymore. She had gotten out just a second ago to ask for their destination but didn't expect to see him break down. She got back inside the cockpit, leaving him some privacy, "Well, he's definitely mourning." Satine said as she sat back down on the co-pilot's seat. "Do we stay behind for a little longer?"
"Probably we should," Padmé stated, "Besides, we still need an astromech droid, do we still have some funds?" she asked at Satine as they landed the ship back into one of the hangar in Mos Eisley spaceport. "We should stay here for the night, and ask him in the morning."
"That's for the best." Satine eased up on her chair and leaned back, "So we're sleeping in the cockpit for tonight?" she asked grinning and Padmé chuckled…
"Yep, we definitely are."
"Never thought we'd have to house a mourning Jedi in this ship." Satine shifted to a much more comfortable position and Padmé did the same to her seat as well, "How much food do you think he eats?" she asks abruptly and Padmé lets out a laugh and throws the blanket at her. Satine catches it and laughs as well, "What?"
"Go to sleep. We'll handle his stomach tomorrow."
AN: and that's it for this chapter. What do you guys think? Please leave some reviews