A/N: err… read and review.


Right now, Anakin would love more than anything to just collapse onto his bed, and sleep. After struggling with his baggage and his robes, he took his towel and clean clothes and headed toward the washroom. It was when he was crossing from his master's room to their shared washroom that he saw her. A crumpled up little figure rumpling in Master Kenobi's crumpled sheets. Damn, he thought. Doesn't matter who this is, he knew he was to be blamed.

Dropping his things into a nearby chair, eyes never leaving the sleeping figure, Anakin Skywalker fingered his belt and the lightsaber in his belt. He realized that she was just a young girl, about his age, with pale blonde hair and a very pale, but determined face. Mmmm… she murmured in her sleep, hugged the pillow closer. Anakin looked down and groaned inwardly. She didn't even take her boots off. On the pale blue sheets, there was a sizeable brown stain. Quickly, he inspected her clothes. These weren't Jedi robes, but part of a military outfit. It was similar to some military uniforms Padmé worn once, but it was distinctly not Nubian. Thinking of Padmé, Anakin felt a pang in his chest. It was unthinkable that he hadn't seen his new wife in almost two months. Nonetheless, brushing the unpleasant thoughts ahead, he prodded the intruding stranger, all the while touching the hilt of his lightsaber.

"Not now," she moaned in her sleep, "five more minutes," and turned over on her stomach.

Anakin almost chuckled. Probably just some military assistant got lost in the Temple, saw the door open with an inviting bed, and decided to take a nap. He tried to speak with a commanding voice, "it is now or never. Get up."

At the sound of his voice, the girl jumped up and rubbed her eyes. "What the deuce—" Seeing him, she changed her statement to "who the deuce are you?" Quickly brushing the blankets aside, she hopped off the bed and leveled herself in front of Anakin.

With some surprise, he realized that the "little girl" was almost his height and was eyeing his lightsaber with an unwelcoming gaze. "I believe the question is: who are you? This is Master Obi-Wan Kenobi's quarters. How did you get in here unauthorized?"

Just then, Obi-Wan swung open the front door. Seeing the girl, he flashed surprise in his face. "Ben!" the girl cried and ran into his arms. They both laughed as he picked her up and twirled her around in mid-air.

"Fina! My goodness! How long have you been in Coruscant? I, I haven't seen you since you were this high," Obi-Wan gestured somewhere around his waist.

"Ten years," she smiled, "since we've seen each other. It's been too long, old friend. Funny thing, you never changed the password to get into your room," she teased. At a sudden whim, she reached up and touched his beard. Obi-Wan shied away a little but seemed to enjoy the young girl's soft strokes. "With that hair and this beard, you look so much like Master Qui-Gon," she whispered. After an awkward pause, she straightened herself up and grinned, "come now, let's not dwell in unpleasantness. Tell me, what have you been up to? Master Windu told me you were due from the Outer Rims days ago. I got to Coruscant last night and I have been worried." She took a look at his bed. "Sorry, I got tired. I'll clean this up."

She made a motion to gather the sheets, Obi-Wan stopped her, "my padawan, Anakin Skywalker, will do it as part of his duties. I need to speak to you more."

"So this is the famous Chosen One," she said it in a tone between awe and sneer. "Pardon me for not knowing earlier. My name is Finn." She extended a gloved hand, which Anakin shook reluctantly.

"Tell me," Obi-Wan began as Anakin gathered the sheets for laundry, "what are you doing here?"

Finn looked out the window toward the Senate Building against a gray sky. "The old man sent me," she spoke nonchalantly, "he said that he was afraid for my safety. In truth, I think he wants to keep me out of trouble." She chuckled humorlessly.

"Why would you say that?" Obi-Wan moved closer to her to look out the window. "Master Windu had been most impressed with your skills. You should have been trained a Jedi, Finn." What most people would take as a compliment from a great knight as Obi-Wan, she just shrugged as if he asked her if she would like a drink of water. "Nonetheless, what's the official reason that you are here?"

"I don't know, whatever the old man demands. You know," she glanced at him sideways, "he was the one who wouldn't let me join the Jedi Order."

"I know, Qui-Gon has spoke of it many times," Obi-Wan shook his head, releasing some unpleasant memories. "He is afraid of something," she suddenly said, looking him straight in the eyes. "I think he senses that the end is near."

"The end of what?" Anakin blurted out. All the while he was tidying up the room like a common servant, while his master chatted like old friends with the stranger.

As if she had forgot he was there, Finn blinked at him several times. "The end of the Republic," she stated. After a brief pause, Obi-Wan shook his head with a smile, as if at a stubborn child. He challenged her statement, "the Republic is not near its end. We have been on the winning side of the Clone War ever since the beginning. He, he cannot seriously believe that, especially for a man in his position."

"Whatever," she quickly brushed the statement aside, "that reminds me, I need to speak with him. I'll have to find time later to catch up with you, Master Kenobi," she said his official title with a mock tone.

"Anakin, would you show her to Chancellor Palpatine's office? And pick up the files we need while you are there?"

"Yes, Master." Anakin bowed and led the way. Did Obi-Wan just gulp when she said his official title?


They walked side-by-side without a word. Anakin knew that she was throwing furtive glances toward him. "What?" he was not in a good mood.

She smiled, a familiar smile to him, why? "Padmé is right, you are very handsome. I didn't want to give you this in front of your master, but here it is." She handed him a small memory disk. He looked down and saw that the seal was unbroken, but still challenged her with his icy gaze. "Padmé has already told me, don't worry, I won't tell a soul. I have known her all my life. You have my utmost confidence." She smiled. Finn cannot be more than twenty, she has the face of a child, yet her gray eyes seemed so mature and warm.

Anakin nodded and thanked her. They had reached the Chancellor's office doors.

"Ah, Finn." The Chancellor laid down his pen. "I have been expecting you all morning."

"Hello, Father." She just stood there, five feet away from his desk.

Father? Anakin gasped. She was the Supreme Chancellor's daughter!

"And yes, Padawan Skywalker, the files your master needs are on that desk over there." Anakin moved over to retrieve the files. "And please stay, I need you to escort Lieutenant Colonel Palpatine back to her quarters after our little chat," he smiled politely and motioned him to sit.

"Alright, I'm here." She extended her arms in a hopeless gesture, "what do you need me for, Father?"

"You know, Finn." Palpatine stood up in his chair. "I have been trying for years to get you come to Coruscant. Now that you are here, you shall be of the greatest use to me."

"Great use?" she was quizzical, "you have bodyguards."

Palpatine walked over slowly and stood in front of her, "I want you here, I want you safe."

"No," she shook her head, "you want me to be like my sister Kira. You want me to live in a small house in the suburbs and raise three kids and have an artist for a husband. I'm not Kira! My place is to defend the Republic!"

She surprised both Palpatine and Anakin with her outburst. Her father was the first to regain his composure, "no, of course not. You are right. The Republic grows weaker with time, I need your military skills to aid us. I will discuss the details with you tomorrow." He said hastily.

She did not leave, but took of one of her gloves. She touched him lightly on the cheek with her bare hand. It was the first sign of familiarity between the two. "You are ailing, my father." Then she bowed and they left.


Finn Palpatine was given special accommodations in the Jedi Temple. Somehow the Council was convinced that she needed their protection and that they needed her near. After seeing Finn settled in her quarters, Anakin went back to his, with a million questions on his mind.

"Who is she, Master?" he asked.

"She is Chancellor Palpatine's daughter. I've known her since I was a padawan. She was a particular favorite of Master Jinn's."

"Why?"

"Because her mother was his twin sister."

Qui Gon's twin sister was forbid from becoming a Jedi because of an internal illness that kept her in bed most of her life. She married the former senator from Naboo and raised three children, two daughters and a son. The son died ten years ago. Finn's older sister was many years her senior.

"She is nothing like her sister, I must say."

"She was and consistently is, the biggest flirt in the galaxy," Finn's voice came as a surprise. "Sorry, I forgot this." She picked up her utility belt. "Telling my life story, I see. Mind if I fill in the gaps?"


When she was born, the Order decided to test her for midichlorians. Her father forbad it. Nonetheless, it was obvious that she was strong with the Force. She had visions, could foresee future, and she had devilishly quick reflexes. Nonetheless, her father refused.

"Why did he refuse?"

"I don't know," she shrugged, "he's a politician. He doesn't trust the mummbo-jummbo about the Force. He also doesn't believe his daughter would be good for anything. He didn't wanted me to have a life of duty." She looked meaningfully at Obi-Wan, who shied from her gaze. "Also, he never saw eye-to-eye with my uncle."

Qui Gon was unwilling to let her gifts go to waste, so he began training her in secret at whatever opportunity, against Palpatine and the Order's wishes. That was when Obi-Wan met her.

"Remember the time that Uncle took us hiking and I was so tired by the end of the day that you had to carry me all the way home? Do you remembered what I said when you carried me on my back? 'Obi, will you be with me and take care of me forever?' I was a silly little thing." She laughed.

Anakin thought he saw a tinge of tears in Kenobi's eyes. "You were never silly. In fact, she was the most promising padawan at the age of ten. Too bad you were not able to complete your studies."

After Qui Gon died, there was no one else to train her. Her mother died, too. That same year. "They are Nubian twins, you know." She explained, "joined in body and soul. It is common for Naboo women to bear twins, a boy and a girl." After her mother died, her father became more anxious of her and refused to let her leave Naboo. "So I ran away to the Naboo military academy, and begged to be a cadet."

"I could have trained you," Obi-Wan stated in a sad note.

"No," she said flatly. "Your efforts would have been wasted. I would have been unhappy as a Jedi. I'm not made for this life." She looked at Anakin with a wan smile, "your talents went to a better place. I've heard that he would be ready for his trials soon. I would not have forced my way into the Academy five years before any other cadets, I would have been a different person."


"Anakin, I hope this message finds you well. Or you haven't been taking care of yourself. Or possibly my dear friend Fina has gone back to her error-prone ways and lost the message. All in all, I miss you. And I love you. I hope that you are taking better of yourself and that we will be able to embrace each other very very soon." Padmé's image spoke to her husband with a smile.

Anakin was thankful for his wife's message, thankful to the stranger who brought it. Nonetheless, he did not trust her, at least not completely. Her wayward ways and her derisive remarks about her father, the Chancellor, signified that she had forgotten whatever little Jedi training she had. He also had a distaste for her disrespect for her superiors and their rules. Most of all, she seemed to have an emotional grasp on Master Kenobi. Even though Obi-Wan was receptive to her reminisces and her little caresses, it was still doubtful that if she was just using him.


"… I must state repeatedly that I was in the wrong. With further thought, it is obvious to me that I should not have been so stubborn. Nonetheless, what I am hoping for is that the situation is amendable. I wish my daughter to be placed under the guidance of the Council." Palpatine gave his speech with a caring and sincere air.

"Strong, the girl be, with the Force." Yoda stated.

"But it's too late for her to be a Jedi."

"She is not to be trained as a Jedi, but to further her skills to help the Republic."

"The Order has suffered much loss in the War. We need as many more fighters as possible."

"But it is not within our nature to train an outsider."

"She would be a great asset to us, if her skills are perfected. Her record in the Battle of Datooine shows her value."

"But who would train her?"

"I would," Obi-Wan broke the chatter into a dead silence. "It— it would not be against the rules because she would not be my padawan. I have seen the Lieutenant Colonel in training. I know her strengths and weaknesses ever since she was a child. My padawan, Skywalker, will be facing his trials within a month at any rate. Finn would be my unofficial student."

"Well," Palpatine clapped his hands together, "then it's decided. She will train with Master Kenobi."


"I cannot believe it!" she slammed the door behind her. "I cannot believe that man! How could he do this to me!"

"You don't have to train if you don't want to," Anakin muttered.

"No! That's not what I meant. I cannot believe my father. When he told me he wished to give me an assignment in the morning, I did not expect him to bring in the entire Jedi Council to a debate about me! They speak as if I was not even there!"

Anakin snorted, "yeah, tell me about it."

"But Ben," Finn took his hand, "I glad that you shall be my teacher." He smiled. "At least life won't be dull with you," she grinned wickedly. "I glad to be your unofficial padawan, Master Kenobi."

"Come, this calls for a celebration." Neither the master nor the apprentice liked the twinkle in her beautiful gray eyes.

"Welcome to the Underworld of Coruscant." She said with a dramatic flair.

"This, this is a nightclub. We would get into a lot of trouble if we were caught here." Obi-Wan was amused, but tried to put on a displeased air.

"Then we must take care not to, shan't we? Hmm? Act casually, like you come here often. If I catch either of you showing your sabers, I would throw you out myself."


"Tried to out drink me, didn't he?" Finn chuckled as they dumped the Jedi master onto her bed. He landed with a "thump." "He can't even drink a cat under the table." Finn looked at Anakin and they both laughed. It was safe to stash the drunk in the outsiders' quarters than going back to Anakin and Obi-Wan's rooms. After sitting around for a long awkward moment by themselves at the club, Finn decided to abandon the stiff Jedi and dance with another man, who happened to have very busy hands. Anakin saw his master's ears getting redder as the man's hands traveled farther.

"Hey, you! Lay your hands off of her!" Obi-Wan demanded, finally.

The man just scoffed, while Finn gave them a wink.

"I said, GET. AWAY. FROM. HER." The Jedi master demanded again. Anakin was amused to see that he was really furious.

"Come on, Kenobi. Who died and gave you the reins?" she teased him after the song ended and sat down.

He sipped at his drink, "have I told you how inappropriate that skirt is for a young lady your age?" Indeed, she was wearing a very revealing dress that showed off her very shapely legs.

"My age? I'm an adult. You Jedi are all control freaks!" She laughed.

"Hey!"

"Sorry, Ani. But it's true. It's in your nature. You are "the protectors of Justice and Peace, throughout the galaxy.' You think all problems are your problems, and that you can solve them. But you can't," she began to pour another glass for herself. "You are just not man enough to give me orders, master or not, Kenobi." She spoke in a half-serious, half-joking tone. "I bet I can out drink you any day."

"Really?" he cocked an eyebrow at her. "We'll just have to see about that."

"Master, you really shouldn't." Anakin urged. "You know that all old soldiers can drink like fish." That actually egged Obi-Wan on even more.

"Let's make it a bet, make it interesting." She swirled her glassful of blue liquid. "Loser has to obey the winner absolutely for a month."

"Deal."

Boy, did he lose.


Obi-Wan felt his throbbing head, not really knowing where he was. "Here, drink this." Finn handed him a cup of something. It really was something. A gruel made of herbs and tea… and mud? "Blast! What the deuce is this?" he nearly spitted it out.

"Hangover drink. Drink up, Master. We have a long day today." Finn laughed as she saw his struggles and went into the next room to change. "Oh, geez. I need a shower," Obi-Wan rubbed his face. He felt sick and dizzy, couldn't help but wondering how he ended up there.

Calling from the other room, "go ahead, fresh towels are in the cabinet."

He felt a lot better after the scalding hot shower. Remembering that he only had soiled garments with him, he wrapped a towel around his waste and rubbed another one rigorously to dry his shoulder length hair. "Anakin is coming with your fresh change of clothes," Finn said as she walked out the adjacent room, buttoning her sleeve. They paused and stared at each other. Her pale blonde hair was tied up in a neat bundle, with messy curls framing her pretty face. She wore a burgundy fighting suit, with a leather vest and matching boots. She was thin but not frail. Her delicacy also signified her agility and her proud carriage signified her strength. On the other hand, Obi-Wan was half-naked, ill-looking, and unshaved. He blushed out of embarrassment while she noticed his well-toned muscles and the sandy color of his damped hair.

"I, err," he cleared his throat and tried to cover his naked upper half with another towel, "hope that we didn't break any laws last night."

With a wicked sparkle in her eyes, Finn grinned crookedly, "oh, no, Master. We didn't break many."

"You have always been the death of me, Fina." He laughed, remembering something. "You have always been getting me into trouble for as long as I can remember." She snorted, "no, it's your own fault that you are not able to get away with anything. You could have if you wanted to, but," she ruffled his wet hair from the back, "you're just too wussy to break the rules. Do you remember our bet last night?" he tried to remember, but shook his head.

"The loser has to obey the winner for a month."

"Hey! I am your master." In order to challenge her further, he stood up and looked down at her.

"I'm not the one who agreed to it," she shrugged and tried to stare him down. "I promise I'll go easy on you, Obi."


Anakin knocked and brought in Obi-Wan's clothes. "Good morning, Master. Hello, Finn." Obi-Wan grumbled at her and got up. He took the clothes out of Anakin'a hands and slipped into the next room.

"So, how is he taking the defeat?" Anakin joked out loud. It was obvious his Master heard in the next room. Finn shrugged with a smile. "I've never seen anyone taking in so much alcohol without so much as a hiccup."

"If you have served in the military as long as I have, you would have seen much more of the world."

"For your information, Jedi do travel on missions."

"Only for short periods of time," she corrected him, "if you have been stationed on most Republican planets for years at a time, you would learn much more than just staying there for a rescue mission."

"So how long have you served?" Anakin was curious.

"Nine years and ten months to be exact. I joined when I was nine, while most join when they were thirteen or fourteen. I knew the Provost of the Academy at the time. I talked him into a bet, if I passed the entering examinations he would let me into the Academy. Of course, he did not expect me to pass with flying colors." She grinned at him, who laughed. "Then I spent the next three years in Corellia, two in Endor, three? Three and a half on Rori," she made a face showing her dislike of the place, "and I just came back from a convoy through the Outer Rims, passing by Datooine. I might not have traveled as extensively as you have, Padawan Skywalker. But I have definitely seen more of the real world." That shut him up real well. Even though he was not satisfied to be lectured by a mere lieutenant colonel in the Republic army, he was impressed by Finn's records. He inspected her. She was his age, young, and arrogant. Yet despite all her insubordinate remarks, she held her duties to heart. She had been great friends with Obi-Wan since they were children. Even though her father was a politician, although a good one, she lacked the craftiness and care in speech displaced by diplomats. She did not believe in abstinence but was not easily tempted. She was a good fighter but detested conflict. Obi-Wan was right, she would have made a pretty good, nonetheless odd, Jedi.

"No, I wouldn't be as good a Jedi as Obi-Wan or Qui Gon." She remarked out loud.

"What?" he was surprised at her acknowledgement of his unspoken thoughts.

"Oh, sorry. It's just," she blushed, "it was pretty obvious what you were thinking about. I'm sorry, Anakin." She apologized unnecessarily, "I just found it easy to understand what you are thinking. It is," she stopped, "strange, but I have feeling that I know you before I met you." Finn was picking at her buttons the entire, then she stopped, "I just being stupid. Of course I know you, you are the closest person to two of the closest friends that I have. By the way, did you get Padmé's message?"

Anakin nodded, "I thank you, Lieutenant Colonel Palaptine."


Obi-Wan had then finished changing and was ready to go. It was the first day for the three of them to train together. Other padawans stared at the new female in the yard. The outsider, not bonded by the Jedi Code. They all thought it would be interesting to see her and the Chosen One in action before they were scolded by their masters for not paying attention. They were right. Even though Finn Palpatine had not trained in almost ten years, she still acquired great deal of saber skills from her uncle and her years in the military. She was less skilled than Anakin in swordplay but she was devilish with hand-to-hand combats. Nevertheless, her instinct allowed her to block his every attack successfully, which eventually worn his patience down. She flashed angry and teasing remarks at him at every opportunity. However, she was as even tempered as ever. Prodded by her for the last time, Anakin decided to go for a full on attack, which expectedly result in both of them collide and lying on their backs. They got up and rubbed their sore places, then they were handed towels to wipe their sweat away. Obi-Wan clasped them both on the shoulders, "this has been a good morning's work. Anakin, you have been improving on your patience," he said with a wry smile. "And Finn, where did you learn to fight hand-to-hand like that?"

"On the moons of Naboo," she swallowed a mouthful of water, "the miners are a hardy race with their own ways to survive. Come, Obi-Wan, would you show me that last saber move Anakin did again?"


"Master Yoda, do you think it is wise to allow the Young Padawan be the Council's link to the Chancellor?" Master Windu said after their decision was announced.

"Wisest, it might not be. But best, what we have now."


"My Lord, the Jedi are recuperating as we speak. They will become as strong as ever if we are to let them be so," a hooded figure spoke to the Sith Lord.

"Yes, and we have foreseen it. We must not lose the tip of balance in our favor. The Force has always been stronger on our side." The Sith Lord smiled with his bloody mouth, "of course, my young aide, you must not let it happen."


"One of the things that I remember most about the Temple is that," she threw down her eating utensils, "the food sucks." They had been training all morning. Anakin could feel Finn's connection with the Force growing stronger. She was fast learner and she was relearning many things she has forgotten. "Have the two of you ever heard of a place called the Corallian Sea? They have the best grilled—"

"Please, Finn. Not another one of your schemes to venture outside. You're going to be the death of me. Do you have any idea how many times you have gotten me into trouble?"

"A lot?" she tried a guess. "Hey, I'm not the one who lost the bet last night," she reminded him. Nonetheless, she was not serious about sneaking out of the Temple again. She had way too much work to do. Even though she was on emergency leave from the military, she still had to report to her commanding officer and her father every day about her progress. She spent most of the evening meditating.


"Your inner self is much too turbulent, my young apprentice." Obi-Wan sat next to her. "You have too much emotions that you refuse to detach yourselves to."

She opened her gray eyes and tried to smile, "I guess things are happening too fast for me to feel comfortable." She shifted to give him more space, "how do you find it possible to be so serene all the time?"

"I don't. Even the best of us have trouble to control our emotions, they are what propel us," he looked at her meaningfully, "but it's for a Jedi to know and understand the emotions in order to control them, not the other way around. To sink into anger, for example, will lead to terrible things. It leads to the Dark Side."

Looking at his serious face, Finn began to laugh, "Obi, you have always been such an idealist." He looked at her, surprised. "You have always believed in the rules, and the justice and liberty in the universe."

"And you don't?" he whispered with shock.

"I don't hold ideals," she said curtly, "I believe in results. And this is why," she drew her knees to her chin, "that I may never be a good Jedi, not just my derision for authority." She smiled and planted a kiss on his cheek, "thank you for that enlightening lecture, Obi-Wan."


He had been a Jedi all his life. He did not even remember the home on Pilagias that Qui Gon Jinn took him from. All his life, he knew two things were true: he was a Jedi and that he followed the Jedi Code. He was one of the most dedicated and accomplished Jedi alive today. The Council held him in the highest esteem because of his achievements and his conviction in following the rules. Nevertheless, his former master, Qui Gon, never followed the rule strictly if the situation called. His own padawan, who will become a Jedi tomorrow, was insubordination himself. Now, his new ward, he didn't know what else to call her, was displaying so much of his former master's traits that he found it troubling. Had he really forgot about Qui Gon's wisdom and became a pure idealist who only saw things in black and white and blinded to the real situation? Was he, a man who had traveled a thousand moons, nothing but a sheltered monk living a bleak existence? He began to not sleep well. Yet in every dream, a glowing female figure would come and comfort him. He called her "Fina."

As much a rebel as anyone can get, Finn was surprisingly a promising student. She spent whatever free time she had to perfect her skills. As Obi-Wan saw less and less of Anakin, he was training Finn more and more. For three months, they spent almost every minute together, as master and apprentice. Her witty and wayward personality balanced his stern and exacting one perfectly, just as Anakin's had done. For the first time in a long time, Finn felt happy, Obi-Wan was the perfect companion from her happy childhood. Anakin was spending more and more time between the Council and the Supreme Chancellor. Of course, his routine was disrupted when the senatorial unit came in from Naboo.


"Ani, you seem so thin," Padmé kissed him softly.

"I've missed you," they embraced in the dark veil of her chamber. A pair of red eyes regarded them coldly with hatred.


"So, what is it like to be in love?" Finn hugged a pillow closely as she regarded Padmé's task in front of her dressing mirror.

"Hmm?" she questioned dreamily. She was going to spend the night with her husband again, "oh. I don't know. It's hard to put into words. It's like air and water. Like you can't live without him. Even though a million things may stand in your way, you still believe that you can love regardless." Padmé smiled. "I just can't believe that you have never been in love before. I always forget how young you are."

Finn protested, "I'm only four years younger than you, I'm exactly Anakin's age."

"Anakin and I had so much to overcome for our love. He is bond by the Jedi Code and I am bond by my duties. What's preventing you, Finn? I have known many young men who had fallen in love with your pretty face when we were younger."

"I wish I knew," she whispered and hugged the pillow closer. "You look beautiful, Padmé." She got up from the couch as her friend emerged in a brilliant blue dress.

But Padmé's eyes were serious, "Fina, I know that you have been pained with losing the people you love. I know that your sneers and scoffs are nothing but shields to protect yourself from attaching to anyone. But you shouldn't keep regarding the world through cold eyes. One day, you will realize that you are in love in your soul but you cannot gain control of yourself. You will drive away everyone, including yourself, away."

Finn smiled and helped adjust her friend's hair, "you worry too much, Padmé. If what you said is true, I would be a true Jedi."


"Her feelings are strong, too turbulent for peace," Master Yoda remarked.

"She has the same troubles with emotions like Anakin," another master agreed.

"Yes, yes, but she is not exactly like Anakin. Her anger, not impulse be. It is deep rooted and controlled well. Her past, darker. Her pains, deeper. The young Palpatine has suffered much in her short life. The hate, although does not control her, is essentially, part of her."

"Don't you think it's dangerous to keep training her, Master Yoda? She may betray us using our own powers."

"No, compassion, she has. What she needs, is a stable purpose."


A/N: thanks for finishing.