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CHAPTER 1

Padmé gazed out at the chaos of Coruscant. Even from inside her apartment, she could hear the various noises, speeder horns, blaring night club music,and bits of conversations. As much as the noises were nuisances, Padmé longed to be out there and finally feel free. It has been almost an entire year since the Empire was conceived, the Jedi were soon to be eradicated, and even minuscule sparks of rebellion were crushed under the Emperor's heel. What bothered Padmé the most was that she was powerless against it.

She has been under house arrest by the request of her husband, if he could be called that now, the fearsome Darth Vader. Padmé had long since accepted the reality that Anakin Skywalker was no more, but a small part of her still hoped he was in the Vader's hollow shell of a soul. He seldomed visited, and when he did the occasions were usually marked with sudden outbursts of rage. Still, Padmé was determined to turn the tides. She hoped to contact the remaining Jedi also she could formulate some sort of plan for rebellion.

Furthermore, Padmé wasn't taking this house arrest lying down. Ever since she delivered Luke and Leia she has training constantly in the hopes of breaking herself out. If Padmé did manage to break out , she would have to deal with the matter of the twins, she didn't have the heart to put them in harm's way. She couldn't leave them here, who knows what Vader would do to them. He rarely sees them with him being away for so long. The few times he did visit, he seemed to be convinced that their pure little hearts could be corrupted into the Dark. She shuddered at the thought of her precious children turned into monsters. Unfortunately, her planning was cut short by a rap on her door which could only mean one thing, Vader was here.

Darth Vader was seething with hate, a small band of rebels had tried to assassinate him on Mandalore. He swiftly disposed of the pests, Vader had sensed the attack coming, he could practically smell the fear radiating off them. Having singled out the leader he attempted to interrogate him when a powerful thought flashed through the man's brain.

Ahsoka

That was the last straw, Vader killed him.

He could not risk thoughts of her seeping into his had left him alone. She knew that he loved her, but she did it walked away from everything that held them together for nothing. Stop ,he thought to himself, you are visiting Padmé the only person you truly care about. Vader expelled those emotions as the door opened to Padmé's apartment.

There she was as beautiful as a butterfly yet she seemed lethargic. His new abilities would soothe her. She was wearing a crimson dress, its many folds and layers attempting to conceal the taut muscles he felt as he embraced her. Something was different this time, there was a change in the air, he could feel it. Suddenly, he was consumed by his ever present anger, he had realized she did not return his embrace.

Padmé sat silently as she watched Vader's anger burn on his face, behind them one of Padmé's chairs crumpled into a ball while every single window in her house began to crack. He really was more powerful but at a cost. Those brilliant blue eyes that she could loose herself in where gone, replaced by the trademark ambers eyes of the Sith.

"Control yourself, these things are all I have left."

The windows stopped cracking but his rage didn't subside.

"Why are you upset, I have given you everything ? Without me you would be dead."

"Maybe if you weren't so focused on yourself you could sense my thoughts."muttered Padmé.

"Fine, I sense sadness, a great sense of fear for our children, and something that is a driving force in you. It's a fear ... of me. Padmé how could you think that. Is obi wan still trying to contact you. Even when he is not here he is poisoning you."

"No, Anakin, you did this, you want to corrupt our children, you murder, you destroy entire cities for what for nothing."

"Don't call me Anakin!"

Padmé's windpipe began to close as she helplessly clawed at it. Then, it stopped, Vader stood up and without a word left.

This was the turning point for Padmé she couldn't take this anymore, she was leaving tonight.