Chapter 6: Shamé, the Maiden
'Ready? Tada!' Orlé turned Shameha around and showed her reflection in the mirror. The other maidens were holding their breaths. Everyone was waiting for Shameha to reply. Shameha saw a girl in a long bright yellow Naboo gown, elaborating from the waist down. Around her shoulders lay a deep red shawl. It was in the same colour as her gloves which made a point to her middle finger and made her wide sleeves pouf and gave it an hourglass figure. Over the yellow dress elegantly flew a red line, from the top to the end. On her head lay a yellow satin like cloth, which only showed her face and the beginning of her red shawl. Her forehead was covered, yet not a single hair was seen. In the yellow cloth, elegant folds fell down.
'It's beautiful,' Shameha gasped. The maidens giggled, laughed and clapped with their hands.
'We knew it would look good on you,' Tiné said, and stroke her back.
'Do you still know how to act, do and behave?' Orlé asked, just to be sure.
'Absolutely, thank you,' Shameha smiled. She was surprised that the Naboo maidens had so many, and such strict, rules. From how to walk and sit, to how to stand and talk.
'You're welcome,' Orlé smiled, 'Now hurry up! We don't want to be late. Right, Shamé?'
Shameha, or for the moment Shamé, could see both Obi-Wan as master Windu were – positively – surprised seeing Shameha appear so elegantly and feminine dressed. Still, they said nothing. They were ought to wait outside. The Chancellor wanted to talk with several senators, without the Jedi Council. At first, he had not even told them, until he found out that the Council knew about it. But the Council pretended to respect his wishes and did not sent any member of the Council or any Jedi master. Still, no-one had said a word about Padawans. Even though master Yoda had not completely approved it, they had send Shameha to spy for them. For the sake of the Rebuplic, and of Padmé. Shameha was armed, but she was not allowed to take her lightsabers, until she had to defend either herself or Padmé.
During the meeting, Shameha noticed that Supreme Chancellor Palpatine was smiling the entire that. He also spoke the entire time about 'we' or, 'the Republic' or, 'democracy'. While he actually only mend 'I', 'I, Palpatine' and 'I', nothing more. It was a long boring meeting with many little and unimportant side ways. Shameha had to focus hard, not to wonder off. Bit by bit she began to understand what Palpatine was actually saying, between his nice smiles and his nice words. And what he actually dared to ask. How could he. Shameha felt her anger boiling up and tried to control herself. After this meeting she would go straight to the Jedi Council. They had to know.
'He said what!' master Shaak Ti yelled, filled with anger
'Well, not in those words,' Shameha had to admit, 'But he clearly mend that he wanted all the power over the Republic , for the sake of Democracy.'
'There more is, right, young Shameha?' master Yoda asked. All eyes were on her.
'Yes, master,' she said, 'Palpatine also said, between the lines, that the Jedi could not be trusted any more-'
'The arrogance!' master Plo Kloon yelled.
'-and that the Jedi could not and should not be trusted any more.'
'Traitor,' master Ki-Adi-Mundi yelled.
'And,' Shameha took a deep breath, 'the Chancellor specially asked Padmé where Anakin was, twice.'
'Anakin?' Obi-Wan said surprised.
'Yes, master,' she confirmed. It became still. All the masters were thinking. What was Palpatine up to? Why did he meet with only some senators? Why did he say the things he said? Why did he ask for Anakin? Even twice?
'I think, senator Padmé should leave for some time. For her own safety,' master Shaak Ti said.
'Agreed,' master Yoda said, 'But first debate in the senate, she must.'
'Would you again defend senator Padmé, if necessary?' master Windu asked.
'With my life, master,' Shameha immediately said.
'Shameha,' Obi-Wan walked up to her, 'you did well.'
'Thank you, master,' she smiled and bent.
'It suits you well,' he said, touching her dress, 'This Naboo dress.'
'Thanks, Obi,' she smiled. She had always liked Obi-Wan and they always had a kind of friendship.
'Do you have any-'
'I do not know what he wants from Ani, Obi,' she said, 'Try to trust him.'
'It looks good on you,' Orlé said, 'the blue and the grey.'
'Thank you,' Shameha said and looked in the mirror. She wore a simple long, from the waist widening grey dress, with tight sleeves. Over it, she wore a soft blue cloak. The hat on the cloak laid high on her head. Under it she wore a grey linen, which ended in two sharp points over her waist. The cloak was closed, but opened up wide under her breasts. Where a deep blue ribbon made the it more one integer. The wide and extremely long sleeves of the cloak opened at the height of her armpits and showed her grey sleeves. On her forehead, on the grey linen, stood the sign of Naboo. Proud and elegant. Just like on her cloak, just under her collar-bones. Padmé was dressed in the same colors, only were they the way around. Her dress was more elegant, but also more serious. After all, she was a senator.
When everyone was ready, for dressing up was a thing they always did together, Padmé and her handmaidens went to the senate. Shameha was surprised how loud and unorganized some people could be. So many people were yelling at each other, some were even screaming. Shameha now understood why it at ways took so long before the senate had made a decision. Still, not a word was mentioned about the Jedi or giving all power to Palpatine. Of course not. If Palpatine would just say it, he would for sure be captured or murdered. If not by anyone here, she would do it herself, Shameha knew. Suddenly Shameha was very aware of her lightsabers hidden under her cloak. She silently took a deep breath and tried to relax and stay alert. This was going to be a long, long day.
-I don't anything of Star Wars, I just like it and want to write my own fanfiction about it-