(AN: Welcome to my new Star Wars fan-fiction. It is part of my AU re-write of the saga, having made new discoveries and revelations considering the Star Wars saga. Enjoy this brief introduction and leave ideas below)
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...
It is a dark time for the Galaxy. The ambitious Chancellor Palpatine
has revealed himself as the Sith Lord Darth Sidious and turned the Republic into an empire.
On the heels of this reorganization, the ancient Jedi Order is all but destroyed.
The last of the Jedi have gone into hiding in the remote places of the outer rim.
Meanwhile, on the barren asteroid field of Polis Massa,
an old friend has been brought in secret to administer care to
one whose very life hangs in the balance...
The Tantive IV shot out of hyperspace just a few thousand kilometers outside of the asteroid field. Asteroid fields were known to be hazardous to ships. Not so much the large ones, but the smaller ones, which could punch holes through the hulls of various ships, thereby causing very serious damage.
Inside the cockpit of the ship, Captain Antilles and his wing-man, Lieutenant Colton, were piloting the Alderaan consular ship towards one of the largest of the asteroids. A light appeared on the read-out.
"Polis Massa Medical Facility," Antilles announced. "This is Captain Antilles of the Tantive IV. Inform our guests that the package is en route. Transmit the asteroid drift charts."
The sound of some alien language came over on the receiver. The screen flickered with Aurebesh symbols that read: Transmitting the drift charts now. Proceed to docking bay 3.
"Your Highness," Antilles called back to the one sitting behind him. "We're almost there."
Bail Organa breathed a sigh of relief. It was nothing short of a miracle that he had received the transmission. She wasn't holding out and it seemed that there would be no hope. It was a very foolish thing to do, and some might even call it cowardice, abandoning a friend in her time of need. But they said that she needed all the help she could get.
If not, she would not survive.
Senator Organa was running down to the Medical Facility. The woman behind him had to run just to keep up with him. But this was not the time for waiting, someone's life was on the line.
They rounded the corner and saw the three-foot form of Master Yoda standing pensively outside the birthing chamber. Inside, he saw Master Kenobi, at the side of the one they had come to save.
Padme Amidala.
The glass door opened and Organa led the woman into the chamber. Master Kenobi looked up from where he stood for only a moment. He looked awful. His robes were blackened and burned and his face was lined with worry. It looked like he had not slept in a long while.
"How is she?" Organa queried.
"I don't think she'll last much longer." Master Kenobi answered.
"Not if I can help it." Bail returned. He turned to the woman behind him. "Please, do what you can."
"If she wants to die, Senator," Obi-wan returned. "Then she should not be forced to remain alive against her will."
"I don't know what you Jedi believe in," Organa snapped. "But these children need their mother!"
Obi-wan had nothing to say to this. In this, he was greatly lacking. None of the training that Yoda or Qui-Gon had given him had prepared him to deal with the little attachments that those outside of the call of the Jedi savored. The Jedi had been taught to accept death, since it was just a natural part of life and, for the Jedi, they would return into the Force. But love? That was something that Obi-wan Kenobi did not know.
That also was not entirely true. He had loved a brother once, one who was dead to the Jedi Order and the galaxy.
Or so he believed...
(AN: A little short, but I couldn't think of much more to go off of for a teaser.)
(Pretty much the premise of this story is that Padme survives...)
(What else is going to happen? Well, that's why you review. Ask questions, make critique, suggest ideas. Go ahead!)