Death is a natural part of life.
Empire's flags rain across the clear Corusant skies. The star were out, shining beautifully on this once peaceful city, bathing in it's glory. But today, the stars won't shine as clearly, as beautifuly, and the moon's lights won't be as bright.
Because heart of Corusant had changed, the forbidden fruit poisoned, turned dark. It was time of change, and fear. The protector's of peace were hunted down across the galaxy, and those which survived were hiding among the Outer Rim systems.
As the Empire was declared, the once noble Republic was no more, and the Senators' no longer had a place here, among one only ruler; Supreme Emperor Palpatine. The old, calm and kind Chancellor had gotten his wish after long years of planning and skeaming. This. . . new Empire was his to manipulate.
With the fall of the Republic, there was also somebody else that died with it; Senator of Naboo, the young Padme Naberrie Amidala. The secret wife of now Darth Vader was dead, and there was a funeral held in her honor.
As Padme was laying at her last resting place, she looked peaceful, young and beautiful. There were a million people that came to pray for her, becasue she touched each of their hearts.
Even the skies cried out on that day; crying for the fall of the Republic, and for all more horrible things that are to come.
Once the enourmous crowds cleared out, and no living soul was around Padme's resting place, heavy footsteps were echoing in the air. Soon, heavy breathing came to one's ear. It was Darth Vader, with no guards, his lightsaber disignited. He walked slowly, his breathing as steady as it could be; he knew who he was going to see. Just because he had chosen the path she couldn't follow, didn't mean he didn't love her; and regret what he had done to her. He wishes to apologize, to say how sorry he was that he could not correct his mistakes.
Vader made his way up the stairs, and in the middle of the room, lighted only by moon light, there was a table-like cascet, in which Padme was peacefully laying. Her hair was neatly curled, she wore the dress that he knew too well; it was the dress she'd often wear during her later months of pregnancy. And what Vader saw next, caused him pain and happiness at the same time. In Padme's hands was the little token he made for her, all those years ago when they first met.
Vader stood by the entrace, watching her lay there from afar, as if afraid she'd wake up and be afraid of him. Soon, he stepped closer, taking each step carefully, as if not to disturb her.
Once he came face-to-face with her, he stared down at her face for a few moments, taking her in. His dark gloved hand moved carefully, running his fingertips over her cheeks, and down the ends of her hair.
After what seemed like an eternity, he finally spoke.
"I never meant for this to happen to you," he breathed out heavily, saddness echoing in his metalic voice.
Vader lost track of time as he stood there by Padme's side, watching her. Only occasionally would he say something to her; but he felt unworth to speak to her now. He betrayed her trust.
After a couple of minutes, or maybe it was hours; even Vader couldn't exactly tell the time – he stood up. Using his com-link he send a voice message to one of the now-appointed Admiral's, ordering him to have Senator Amidala's body moved to his castle on Mustafar.
Author's note: I rewatched Revenge of the Sith, and it got me thinking? What would happen if Vader decided to go on Naboo, and properly say goodbye to Padme?