Summary: Padme' Naberrie- daughter of the Emperor has fled for her life. Why? She is pretty sure she has taken the life of Lord Vader and now she's now the run.

A/n-This is a rewrite of my orignal story. I felt that the plot had too many " holes" so there are some items that have changed in this series versus the old. Please review or follow if you feel this is worth a chance!

Chapter 1

Location: Galactic Confederation Base 1, Alderaan

Day 1 Month 1 14 BBY ( 5 years after the Rise of the Empire)

( Padme' Naberrie's POV)

I blink back the tears as they rise upon my cheeks. I hastily brush them back as I lay in the darkness. The snores of several other soldiers can be heard in the room below me. This room is about the size of 10 by 12, with four soldiers two to each bunk. I lay on the top bunk listening to the snoring surrounding me. This is my new home. How did I get into this mess? Eight days ago my life had been wonderful- less stressful and I wasn't on the run.

I try to scoff by the laughter in my mouth from coming out. If the Commanders found anyone awake after lights out, I'd be scrubbing the latrines for the rest of the night- and that isn't an experience I want to remember.

My thoughts travel back to why I am here- as a new recruit for the Galactic Confederation. The newest sore in the Emperor's side: or rather old wound ripped open. The Galactic Confederation had formed approximately 5 years ago during the Clone Wars, when several star systems had seceded from the former Galactic Republic that Chancellor Palpatine had been given more direct powers to end the war. In the end. the war had been a sham, and many Jedi had been murdered over the power dispute. Nowadays, the Galactic Order is in shambles- two lines appear in the galaxy- those planets loyal to the Empire and those who have rallied as the Galactic Confederation or as the Emperor calls them the Rebels Scum or was that the saying of his little puppets? Dooku and Vader? I can't possibly remember as my head is already full and I am drained with the training from the day.

I rub my newly cut hair which has been shaved down to nothing. If I were to step in front of a mirror no one would recognize the young woman known to the galaxy as Amidala. I have lost the identity I strived so hard to pretend to be the past five years of my life- all of my families' sake. Be the obedient daughter- now the killer and rebel traitor.

My hands shake as I rub the newly cut hair on my head. I had loved my curls. My love had cherished my lengthy curls. I had kept them long as part of a tradition since I was a child, but now I had given that part of myself away. Pieces of my soul have died over countless years. Amidala has died and I have been reborn- portraying a young male solider named Ben Naberrie. No one knew my mother's maiden last name, it is an uncommon one. Why did I go to such drastic measures?

For starters everyone in the galaxy knows the face of Amidala, daughter of their loyal emperor. Everyone in the Imperial Navy is probably looking for her right now. And two? By law in either the Empire or Galactic Confederation women are barred from serving in the Navy. At the age of 14 I had been Queen of Naboo, and my father had cheered me on as I had been crowned at such a young age. Although after my term ended three years ago, I have been held prisoner in my own home. My father had made sure for my protection that I had an escort at all times, and had no affiliations with the Galactic Confederation. My job has been to remain in hiding and at his side, wearing a plastered mask- or rather the tradition white makeup of the royals of Naboo. I wasn't allowed to reveal my face without this makeup in a public meeting. My father suggested it was for my own safety. My life has been a Kriffing Hell since the Empire took over, and my reign ended. The one ally I had left had snuck me through the Galactic lines of Alderann system. If anyone found out that Sabe had helped me escape- her head would be on a metal pike for the entire galaxy to see.

In addition it doesn't help that I am the daughter of the Emperor. My father will have the entire Imperial Navy searching for me if he finds out that I'm gone. He'll track me down and have me beheaded as a treat for the rebels to watch and observe. Yes, the fact that I'm the daughter of the famous Sith lord and heir to the Empire doesn't help my case.

My thoughts dwell onto my dear father. He is all I have left of my so-called family. My mother left my father when I was 13, and she gave me the choice, live with him or come back to Naboo with her. I had chosen my father over her. I had believed my father was a good man and loved me. My mother hadn't looked back since. She had remarried and had step-children with a man named Ruwee. He had a daughter who is older than myself and I believe they even have grandchildren now. I blame my mother for leaving us- I don't really care for her in any sort of way. She is dead to me.

More tears come as my thoughts dwell back onto the reasons for my grief. His name is on my lips as I remember the man I had loved- he is gone- dead because of his beliefs. Rush Clovis. Senator Rush Clovis had proposed his dream of helping me leave the Empire behind us. He had been a rebel spy and the love of my life. Rush and I had been secretly seeing each other for the past eight months. I close my eyes and flashes of his red fiery hair and golden eyes appear before me. He had been so careful of his connections to the Rebels. He had made sure no one knew of them, or of our relationship.

The tears drip from my eyelids and I shove my face into my pillow to stifle the on-coming sobs. Everyone that I let into my heart always ended up leaving in some way or another…. And his had been in death. His death had been on the bloody hands of my father's third in command- Lord Vader.

The flashes of Vader's red light-saber slicing through my lover's chest will never leave my mind. It seems as if I am reliving the moment each night since his death. He died at the hands of Lord Vader because of some notes found on a data-pad found in his apartment. The only reason they had been found was because I had gone over to his apartment to have dinner with him. Then the guards had come and found me and searched his apartment to be sure he hadn't taken my innocence. Anyhow, they had found the datapad and Lord Vader had questioned him briefly before slicing through his young body. I had held him as he had died in my arms. His last words to me had consisted of "I love you."

The last image I have is of Lord Vader ordering two storm troopers to pick me up as I screamed and fought to keep myself next to his lifeless body. I dispised Lord Vader with every bone in my body. He took a man that meant the world to me away….

The tears have soaked my pillow at this point and I muffle the sounds of my sobs through it. This week hadn't gotten any better after that…. But my thoughts drift back to the reason – the real reason I have gone into hiding with my new alias...

Because of my hatred for Vader I wanted vengeance. I'm a murderer…. I think I killed Darth Vader four days ago…

To Be Continued….