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This story is four, possibly five chapters long. While its still a ways off, this story will also tie into The Scroll III.

Chapter Two

Boiling

The group of four began walking down the hall. Into a medium sized sitting lounge used for meetings and breaks for the Senators, representatives, and other legislators.

Which was perfectly fine with Vader. He had no interest in going back into that office. One less reminder of her.

For a long moment, there was a very awkward silence.

Finally Vader broke the silence. Not certain if he could stand it much longer. "Senator," The Dark Lord said in his deep synthetic voice. "I trust you read the recent reports." There had been more security added in recent weeks to Naboo. Particularly Theed. Reports of protests had reached the Emperor's ears and so he had told Vader to deal with it. Which he did…from afar. He let Piett handle the mission and report every message, every holo, every detail back to him. Vader had no interest in going to Theed. Even stepping foot or look upon Naboo, Tatooine, or any place that reminded him of his past life. Of her.

And while those places were the key and worst of all. Almost everywhere seemed to have that effect sometimes…

The girl was not pleased. "Oh yes, my people are enjoying having more Imperial cruisers hovering right above their heads." The tone wasn't quite sarcastic. However it was masked with just enough politeness.

Vader was anything but amused but her remarks or tone. "It is only temporary." The cyborg reminded her. Surely she had seen this in the report. "The Empire has the people's well-being as its top priority," Vader pointed out.

Vader could tell she wished nothing than to groan. "I believe that the Empire has little to do with people's welfare." The pair looked out onto the impressive view of Imperial City. "This is simply another act of more control." Naberrie crossed her arms.

Vader's helmet spun towards her. What had happened to since the last night he saw her? She wasn't the frightened little Senator he met met all those months ago. Yes, she was still frightened, but nearly or it was like she was trying to prove something. To him? "Be careful what you say, Senator" He took almost aggressively by the arm. Almost. He quietly noticed his grip was lighter than normal. "If you continue to say more, you could be arrested for treason."

Vader could feel her bodyguard and handmaiden growing uncomfortable. Getting ready to reach for their hidden weapons. Just in case.

Naberrie put on some innocent or...cute look.

Vader found it anything but cute and innocent. Just another reason in his long list of reasons to hate politics and politicians.

Trying to mask her growing fear he sensed boiling inside her, "I was simply pointing out what I and others have observed. No more. No less."

Others?

Vader's interest peaked, Such as your friends at the Rebel Alliance? Including Princess Leia Organa? Bail Organa? Mon Mothma? But decided not to, "You speak like" He was about to say a Rebel, but instead went with "An idealist young one," Vader said and also warned. Her first... second actually and final. Much more may get her killed.

Warning? Since when did Vader give warnings...

Vader felt those similar feelings he felt months ago. Like that night in the turbolift. When the world seemed to be spinning.

What was happening here?

Naberrie was clearly not thrilled by the adjective. Clearly not the first time she had been called such a thing. Certainly not the last. Perhaps if the girl actually acted her age and acted more responsibly during the Coruscanti evenings. He would not have go use such a term. Even her friend, Princess Leia Organa ̶ seven years her junior ̶ acted more maturely.

Did Naberrie have any idea how unsafe this planet could be? Even before the Empire and its improved security, it was still a dangerous place. Apparently not, she spent many of the evenings partying and drinking with her "friends". Really to say this girl was a Senator. The Senator of Naboo? It was a disgrace. How she ever got elected or appointed to the Senatorial seat was beyond Lord Vader.

Then again, knowing his Master...

Could Sidious have arranged all this from the very beginning?

But before Vader could give this anymore thought, Naberrie said something. A name. The name he never wished to hear nor speak of. The name he only referred to as her. The name he had killed beings for simply saying her name. He did not wish to remember her. To hear that name. To speak that name. How he had dealt with Naberrie this long? Vader did not know.

And who she spoke of...Vader almost could not believe what he was hearing. If he hadn't known any better, he would think it was a dream. A nightmare! But his boiling blood and anger inside him assured him it was all very real.

"Guess what everyone says is true. I am Padmé Amidala's niece," Naberrie smiled to herself.

End of Chapter Two.

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