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This takes place right after the death of Dooku. What if Padme decided to do something about Palphatine?
Up to Something
Chapter 1: Killer Thoughts
Padme had had enough of Palphatine. He never agreed with her. Not really. Instead, he had his own agenda. Men like him were dangerous.
Men like him might cause the deaths of thousands but she could not prove that fact. The man was a senator but he never listened to the little people. The little people needed a voice, too. However, Palphatine appeared to care about money more than anyone else.
Naboo was not any better for him being there.
Why was everything about him? Everyone knew him. They thought he was great but no one really knew him. He kept to himself using others ideas to make him appear to be a better person.
She should like him. Padme should applauded his efforts for making great ideas form into progress for the people but something was wrong with him. Something inside her told her that he was not a good man.
How could she describe these feelings? They made no sense. Padme should be pleased to see him.
Padme glanced over at her nightstand where she had placed a crystal digger that held just a kiss of forty different types of blood on it. Each drop of blood contained a disease that could not be cured as of yet.
It was incased in a sheaf that was made of a very rusty metal then placed in a leather baggy. She looked at the dagger. It was the third one made that day.
The assassination attempts were not working. Something had to be done.
Some days, she questioned why she even bothered to attempt to kill him. Nothing worked. The direct approach was not working. That last dagger would go out that very day.
Anakin came into her apartment as she skillfully hid away the dagger. "Padme. Padme?"
She rushed out of the bathroom with her arms spread open waiting for his warm embrace. "I was resting my legs. Please come, sit with me." She patted the set next to her.
"You look tired, my love. Would you like to go back to bed?" He held her close.
"No. I think I should go on a vacation."
Anakin kissed her on the lips. "Palphatine has talked to me about your tiredness. He is worried about you."
"How caring of him. Would you give him my best rearguards when you return?"
"Oh, I will. Now, about that vacation."
Surprised, Padme never thought about him coming with her. Sure, she would ask but she never expected him to go with her. "You can go?"
"I am not the only Jedi in the temple. I can take some time off to meditate." He gave her a quick kiss. "Don't look so sad, I will be back by lunch time."
"I love you so much, my Anakin."
He left without another word.
That was when she thought about her best idea she had had in months. General Grievous. The man was not a robot. Someone was still controlling him.
The Jedi were very generous with forgiveness. How could she use there generosity in her favor?
She had been given so many presents on her travels that she quickly liquidated them for security reasons. More money was spent on keeping her from being assassinated every day. At the temple, she was well protected but when she was out in the open that was went anything could happen to her.
If General Grievous was on her side, she could get to put more of her plans in motion to kill Palphatine. Grievous was too much a focal point for Palphatine to send everyone after … just like Dooku. Something had to change.
What would sway Grievous? Greed. Money.
What about the Jedi? What would help them know that he could change? She needed to be several steps ahead of them.
She knew one thing was true. The Jedi would not allow her husband to come with her on a vacation. He was needed which meant she would get to have some girl time with her ex-handmaidens as well as her current ones. Time was whining … she needed to act fast.
Review. Please. This will be a five-part story.