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Jard Dooku aka Darth Tyranus

He didn't want to think about it. In truth, he would've preferred not to complete this task. Gaining the allegiance of Edenian System would tip the scales of the war to the Separatists favor in power and in policy. The alliance kept between the Galactic Republic and the Edenian Empire was only neutral in this conflict because there was no documented record of the sith assuming a major role in fighting the Jedi. If the sith did assume power openly over the Separatist Senate, Edenia would rally with the Republic to prevent their rise.

No, what this required was emotional manipulation. In earnest, he wasn't a conniving person. In fact, he cried the day he lost faith in the Republic. The day Sidious revealed himself to him had torn him in half. He'd only recently since understood what Sidious sought by making him regain contact with his student. The Jedi had spurned them both.

All those years ago the leaders of the Trade Federation demanded he hand Kitana over for their punishment. When he would not, the Chancellor at the time insisted that they reach a compromise. The Jedi Council was forced to expel her. She returned to her family residence and he assumed Keeley Vine as his padawan. While he was proud of Keeley and the Jedi she became, he had always mourned for the loss of potential in Kitana. She would've been a most powerful Jedi.

The Jedi Council was too weak to see their error. That's when his allegiance to the Republic began to deteriorate.

He had kept up with Kitana's activities. Over the years, she took every opportunity to be a pain in her father's enemies' hide. She was a maverick of the family. She grew into a powerful Force User championing her own squadron in the corps. He had even received a letter of gratitude from Holun himself thanking him for teaching her the fundamentals of the Force.

Now, he was aiding her brother, Nobunoda, in overthrowing the current ruling party of which Kitana stood as a massive obstacle. Word reached him that she had wed some pundit in an effort to realign her mother's political assets.

How long he would keep Nobunoda as an ally relied on how successful he was in convincing Kitana not to trust Kenobi and his cohorts.

He lay in the dark. His day had been filled with meetings and meaningless conversations. He entertained the Separatist Senate for as long as he could before he retreated to his quarters. Somewhere in the vast palace, Ventress was doing his bidding. Training Nobunoda's men, formulating attack routes and the like; Ventress could do it all. He had the more delicate task of connecting with his student and gaining her mother's favor.

He heard casual conversations regarding the exploits of Kenobi and Skywalker in his wanderings on the grounds. That had caused a small pain to begin at the base of his spine and inch its way up to his shoulders. '

The sun sank beneath the horizon. He instantly felt that his entire thought process was being encroached upon. He didn't know or understand why. This was a disturbance in the force. He would have to wait and see what this disturbance would bring.

Republic Clone Trooper 0809-1984 AKA Crank

He stood in an archway and admired the architecture. The Kominoans told him that he had superior intellectual capacity because he appreciated artistic works. That had not been a part of his programming. It was something natural and unique to him. They had given him a place in advanced training. He had more contact with his Jedi overseer Shaak Ti. Her beauty had haunted him night and day.

When he saw Ahsoka for the first time, his heart skipped a beat.

It was true he desired her, but it wasn't like they made it sound. He was punished for voicing something they all had been thinking. It wasn't right. He was feeling betrayed and out casted. He was chastised for being a man. That's what he was, wasn't he? He wasn't a droid, or an automaton. He was made of flesh and blood.

How dare they?

He was supposed to be eating, but he hadn't felt like being around the others. He felt betrayed by his brothers more than anything. Instead he enjoyed the intricate carvings in the stone above him. He enjoyed the organic foliage that crept across carrying bursts of vibrant color in its blossoms.

He didn't want to return to Corusanct.

When she approached him, his instincts told him to shoot her. His intellect told him that his blaster would not be of much use. Maybe, if the situation had not been what it was, he would've done his duty and died under her saber blade. However, he didn't feel like dying. He didn't feeling sacrificing another drop of blood for this cause of for the Republic.

"Well, well, what do we have here," she said. "You are certainly the most contemplative clone I've ever seen."

He didn't say anything. He knew better than to run. He knew better to engage her. She could strike him down at any moment, so he decided to just let her talk and see if he could escape death. They briefed him on her identity when they arrived at the palace. While they had all slept the Jedi had thwarted her attempt to kill them all. Based on their description, he recognized her instantly. Without hair, dark painted lips, a menacing pair of eyes, with an aura of lethal air around her, assassin Asaaj Ventress approached out of the shadows.

"I'm not like my brothers, in many ways," he said. She smiled at him.

"So, what should I do with you?" She placed and index finger over his heart and traced a line to the soft tissue of his neck. Crank didn't miss the seductive purr on lips. As deadly as she was, she was still a woman. If there was thing this clone knew, it was women.

"I hope it's what I would like to do with you."

Okay, he knew that was a stretch. However, he also knew that she would take any inkling of fear as weakness, and kill him. Crank truly hoped that she would see the opportunity to use him for her purposes. At least this way, he would be alive. He didn't intended to betray the Republic, but he did have a few enemies he wouldn't getting square with.

"Oh? What would that be, Clone?"

"That's not too hard to guess, is it? I'm a man and you're a woman. I want what any man would want."

She pushed him. Hard. Women of her species were dominant. He took at as good sign that her sabers remain parked on her waist. He couldn't show fear. She'd kill him instantly.

"I'm not like women of your species…weak," she said. She slipped one finger in between the fabric of his turtleneck and his skin. Crank knew that she was checking how fast his heart was racing. Indeed it was, but he was an adrenaline junky. He was somewhat excited at the idea of walking away from her alive.

"And fragile," he offered. "That's okay, I like it rough."

She shoved again. This time his armor cracked against the stone send dozens of petals to their death.

"This is about what I want, what I like. Understand?"

"Oh yes, I'm very good at taking orders."

Asaaj led him to a hidden place shown to her by Nobunoda. It was a crude place, not the fancy room her master was sleeping in. It was a servant's shack chosen for its strategic location. Whoever the servant was lived here in order to access whatever location assigned to them with ease. It was the perfect place for her purposes.

She told the clone to undress. He did so without hesitation. His legs were steady. His hands did not tremble. He stood in front of her stark naked with air of pride.

"You are quite impressive," she said. There was no point in not saying it. After all, she wasn't trying to punish him. She was looking forward to coupling. Her blood was a little hot after witnessing the Jedi in the bath house.

After this Asaaj ordered Crank to do a great many number of things. He performed them all with excellence.

When they both lay there in the dark, out of breath and covered in each other's sweat and fluids, he swore.

"I've got to go. I'm supposed to report for briefing in half an hour."

"That's a very good internal clock you've got."

"Actually, I can see your chronometer from here."

She allowed him to remain in the bed with her since he had performed so well. Her chronometer rested on her side atop a table faithfully keeping time. Asaaj laughed.

"So be it. I will let you leave for now. You've served your purposes well."

Served his purposes.

"I look forward to serving my purposes again, sir."

Now he was being sarcastic. He couldn't help it. He knew he was clone who quite literally was alive to serve, but damn. His progenitor had been something else, something more. Perhaps it was the latent memory in his cell that made him rage against the notion that he was nothing more than tool.

Perhaps it was the way he slid on his garments, or the way he stamped his feet into his boots, but Asaaj actually felt bad.

"What's your name?"

"RCT-0809-1984."

"That's what they call you?"

"Clone will suffice, sir."

Crank flew off the bed and into the adjacent wall. Great. He had angered her.

"I'm not kind to very many people. It's not in my nature. You pleased me; so, I was trying to reward you. Tell me your name, or I will kill you for your defiance." The odd thing was Crank had a boner. Maybe he liked being abused. He smiled. He couldn't help it.

"They call me Crank."

"Why do they call you that?"

"I got it a few months out of the tubes. They kept giving me test scenarios that were not challenging. So, I was prone saying, "Crank it up, would you?" I had to have the most challenging level or not at all."

She seemed pleased to hear this.

"What is it that you want, Crank. How can I reward you?"

He didn't have to think about that, "I want to be free."

"Free of the Jedi?"

"Not even that. Free to be my own man. Free to make my own choices and decisions. Free to get up and clean my weapon. Free to leave my helmet on the floor. Free to have babies, get fat, and die on my own land. It wouldn't be so bad serving the Jedi if we at least had something to lose."

"I could give you that. If you joined me, you could have a vast sum of money and be free to live where you wanted after this."

"Then, I'm joining you."

"When will you have leave again?"

"Same time tomorrow."

"I'll find you."

Asaaj thought that went well. Seducing a clone wasn't a hard thing. The Jedi foolishly thought that other people would readily succumb to the notion that living without possessions would sit well with regular men. It was a clone's choice. It was their choice for them.

He entered the night air feeling like he'd somehow taken the reigns of his own life. Did he intend to betray the Republic? He wasn't sure at the moment. He didn't know what opportunity would arise to free him from his bonds. He was just happy to walk away with his life. A cool breeze swept through the trees licking the perspiration from his exposed skin.

Anakin

The Edenians had a highly structured, organized society. Everything they did was determined by a person's place in the structure, the time of day, and the purpose of the event. Kitana was surrounded by ten women plus the girl known as Tank. When Kitana ate, some tasted her food, cut it up for her, and if she wanted, fed it to her. When she went to the rest room, Anakin was almost a hundred percent sure they wiped for her.

Now, she sat next to him on chaise sofa apparently too sick to return to her wedding ceremony. The women fanned and patted her with damp cloths. One of them kept a bucket that contained a large volume of vomit already. When Kitana started dry heaving Anakin told one of them to bring some carbonated water and lemons. He remembered that remedy from his mother.

Kitana drank and gratefully collapsed against his chest.

When the Empress Hatsumomo and the groom-to-be's mother entered the room, Anakin was instantly nervous. Both women appeared with their own retinue and body guards. They all looked at him with disdain.

Fortunately, Tank stood in between the group and Anakin.

"Empress Hatsumomo, this is Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker. He and Master Obi Wan Kenobi are our most distinguished guests."

"What is wrong with her?" asked Hatsumomo.

Anakin made sure to hold his tongue. He was a deplorable liar, his voice never failed to crack when he tried to do lie. He was a doer, not a talker. He always loved to stretch the bounds of righteousness with his actions not his words.

"Her nerves, of course. She's just made herself sick."

"We heard about the dress," said the woman to the Empress's right. That must have been the groom's mother. "Perhaps we should wait until the proper grieving time as passed."

"That sounds like a most wise choice, my sister," said Hatsumomo.

"Andromeda, see to it that Kitana makes it to her proper quarters with her proper escort."

"Actually, Anakin Skywalker was her student for some time, my Empress. Their relationship is more than appropriate," said Tank whose proper name was Andromeda.

Empress Hatsumomo stared at Anakin with a scrutiny that made Anakin uncomfortable. He wanted to rise but he was sure Kitana would only begin heaving again.

"Don't get up," said Hatsumono. Could she read his mind? "I recall you now, boy. I will summon you later, but for now, please see to my child's welfare." With that the Empress turned and the crowd parted so she could exit. She hadn't given him a chance to refuse. Not that he would've. He waited until they all left besides the usual ten before he spoke.

"So…..Andromeda….where are going with Kitana? I need to get back to my Master."

The girl muttered something in another language and the ten attendants left without another word. She spun and glared at Anakin.

"Only the Empress calls me that. Everyone calls me Romy or Tank. Got it?"

"Whatever, kid. Where can we drop her off? I've got to get back to Obi Wan."

"We're not taking her to her rooms. We cannot risk a doctor performing an evaluation."

"Yeah, about that. Her condition will be harder to hide if they wait longer for them to consummate their marriage."

"Empress Jiada will take care of that."

Anakin gathered the woman in his arms. Tank led him through the passages at a swift pace. Anaerobic. One foot in front of the other. His biceps fatigued after fifteen minutes. He shifted the woman his arms. Her head lolled around to bring her face into the crook of his neck. The sudden tremor of her breath in such a sensitive place heated his blood. The crypt like walls melted away from his vision. Tank disappeared from his vision. Icy air pierced his skin like a million tiny needles hitting him at once.

He sank to his knees.

"Kitana, what is this?"

"You're so strong in the force, Ani." Kitana's voice wasn't coming from the body in the arms. It was coming from an apparition that stood in front of him. It was her cloaked in an elegant white fur. The way he was draped around her, he could tell she wore nothing underneath. She looked even younger than she did now. It was the version of her from his memory.

"I want to remember you," he said.

She was glorious. The image of her created a gentle warmth that radiated through him that moved beyond mere sexual gratification. It was soothing and encompassing like a blanket. He tried with all his might to recall the memories that had been lost.

"I want to remember," he repeated. The apparition approached him slowly. She looked like a snow tiger beautiful and treacherous. The woman lifted an arm and touched his forehead with a long finger.

Anakin sank into darkness.

When his eyes opened, Tank was there. She urged him gently by tugging at his shoulders. He rose to his feet. Commanding his limbs to work, they eventually arrived at their destination. It appeared to be another suite of royalty.

"This is Kanta's room," said Tank.

Anakin found the bed and tucked her in. Thoughts and images of the woman flooded his mind. He was suddenly reluctant to leave her.

"You okay?"

Anakin nodded.

"You're closer to your master than you think. In fact, you can just leap through that window and cut across the court yard." Anakin did just that. As he traveled across the tree tops, he noticed a clone trooper booking it in the opposite direction. That's right. They had a debriefing in ten minutes. Crap.

He was going to have to get Obi Wan back on his feet ASAP; find Ahsoka, wherever she was and get to their meeting room in time to meet Windu on the com link. Windu hated it when he was late. He made it across the court yard to a breezeway. He recognized his surroundings and ran at a break neck speed toward Obi Wan's room.

"Where's the fire?"

Padme.

She was approaching him down a hallway that was perpendicular to his own. Sensing no one around them, and somewhat alarmed that she was alone, he ran to her. He clutched her hand. He led her to Obi Wan's room and cautiously entered.

Obi Wan lay in the same position they had left him. He went to the bed and jumped in next to Obi Wan. He shook his Master as hard as he could. Some of Obi Wan's hair fell out of place, but the man remained unconscious.

"Anakin, wha"

Anakin was on her before she could finish. He undressed her in record time. He discarded her hair piece without ceremony. He carried her to an adjoining room and shut the door. Without words they stared at each other with such understanding. There was no time for explanations. This is what they both wanted and needed.

How he missed her.

Her body was so soft.

He kissed her with a newfound passion. Anakin wished he could handle her with gentleness and delicacy. However by the time his clothes were removed, her neck was already turning purple.

Then there was the expression she wore. Padme wore the expression of someone who had just stepped off of a thrill ride. She smiled at him with such welcoming eyes. No judgment. No criticism. No expectations. For this, he was eternally grateful. For a moment he held there against his body in a tight embrace. It was the sweetest moment. Her slender arms snaked around his neck she stood on her toes to kiss him. When her soft lips met his, he was bombarded with images of sex and ice.

He remembered. Everything. The first time, he'd held a woman. The first time he'd been kissed. The first time he made love. It came back to him in complete clarity. He shuddered under the weight of such an erotic memory.

He hoisted Padme off of the floor. He made love to her right then. Her small legs wrapped around his waist. His movements after that were desperate and frantic. Her soft cries sounded melodic. He thrust until he could stand no more. They collapsed onto the floor in an exhausted pile of satisfied flesh.

"That was the best fifteen minutes of my life," said Padme.

"Fifteen minutes?" scoffed Anakin. "I'm not finished with you." He needed no preparation to enter her again. He was ready.

Their ecstatic mood was broken by a familiar voice.

Rex.

"General Kenobi? Are you alright sir?"

A horrific look spread across Padme's face. Anakin engaged the lock on the door with his mind. He tried to comfort her until he realized….he'd undressed her in the other room. The room Rex was in. No doubt, the man was already examining the discarded clothes.

Anakin dressed himself. Padme hid herself away in a closet.

Anakin went to meet Rex.

"General Skywalker? Did I…interrupt….?"

"No," said Anakin. "I, uh, think Obi Wan's guest must have left her garments behind."

Anakin was grateful that Padme's hairpiece was nowhere in sight. Apparently, it had glided underneath a covered table.

"Oh," said Rex. He cast a worried glance at Obi Wan. "He's not on one of his trips with the dead Emperor is he? General Windu is getting impatient."

"Yeah, I think we better leave without him. He's all tuckered out."

Rex shook his head.

Anakin left Obi Wan and Padme to meet the royal chewing out that awaited.

Padme Amidala

She was too relaxed to have frayed nerves. Although she should be completely upset at her predicament, she could only think about the look on Anakin's face as they made love. He seemed so earnest, so desperate for her. It was hard to stay mad at him. She couldn't pretend that she hadn't turned to aides to ease her sexual needs. She couldn't be angry at him for satiating himself. He wanted her. Needed her. She knew that.

Now, she was left with the task of sneaking out of yet another room to avoid exposing their marriage. It was possible they were risking everything by making love with an unconscious Jedi in the other room. owhe

However, she felt amazing. It was reckless, dangerous, and wild. That was the great thing about being with Anakin. It was crazy, but she felt completely safe with him. She supposed the interesting thing was how she was supposed to collect her clothes in the meantime. Apparently, Obi Wan was out cold. That would make things easy. However, the possibility of the Jedi waking up existed.

Padme took a deep breath and ran into the room grabbing her clothes with a frantic speed. She found her garments and slipped them on as soon as she found them. The one piece that remained was her hair piece. It was nowhere in sight.

On the bed, Obi Wan rolled toward her.

The blanket that he was wrapped in fell away exposing him completely. Taking him all in¸ she couldn't help but appreciated his muscled packed form. When his blue eyes fixed, on her she was frozen.

"Padme Amidala?"

"Yes," she said.

"What happened to Satine? Where is she?"

It was clear that the Master was disoriented. The Jedi clutched his head as though he were in great deal of pain. Upon realizing he was naked he gathered the blanket in his lap as much as he could. He stared at the woman with great alarm.

"What are you doing here Senator?"

"Anakin, had a-a meeting. He sent me to look in on you."

The Jedi nodded. "Thank you. I-I wish I knew how to feel right now."

"Well, I'd better go find Anakin or Ahsoka to assist you. You don't look well."

"Thank you. I need to get dressed. I've got to speak with the Jedi council immediately."

Padme left immediately. That was a good enough alibi to be leaving the Jedi's quarters.

She only wished she could spend the night in her husband's arms. She could hope, couldn't she?

In the mean time she would have to get the image of the naked Obi Wan out of her mind.

Ahsoka

What the hell was going on? In a few hours the wedding was off, on, off and on again. People bustled around her in an organized madness. No one could find Kitana. Ahsoka sat with legs crossed next to the old woman. She had watched the woman erase the memories of the disturbing scene with Master Kenobi from the Duchess of Mandalore's brain. That was quite the interesting scene.

She had watched as the three women conspired to get the wedding back on track. The missing Kitana was causing quite the buzz. Ahsoka wanted to go check on Master Kenobi.

"So, do you have any idea where she could be?"

Ahsoka's eyes traveled up to view an angled jaw and deep brown eyes. It was almost like looking into a masculine version of Kitana's face. It was Kanta, Kitana's little brother.

"Hey, Kanta," she said. Ahsoka felt her pulse quicken. No. No. No. Ahsoka Tano, you will not jump him. "I'm not sure, but I'm sure we'll find her."

Ahsoka followed behind the young man trying to focus on what he was saying. His shoulders were broad. His body appeared strong and lithe. Beneath the silken fabric of his wedding garments, moved a strong chiseled form. What Ahsoka did next shocked even her.

She reached out her hand placed it on his rear and squeezed firmly. The young man stopped in his tracks. He didn't seem alarmed or disconcerted. He merely took the offending hand in his and led Ahsoka down the corridors of the palace.

Ahsoka noticed the décor had shifted from plain earth tones to a more opulent air.

He led her through a large golden door.

"These rooms belong to me and my brother, Hiro."

He pulled her against his body. He leaned in and expertly tasted her mouth. Ahoska hummed with delight. The feel of his large hands on her body made her melt. He tried to restrain himself, but Kanta's mechanical hand wound up ripping Ahoska's garments. Kanta carefully removed his garments since they were ceremonial garments.

They met flesh to flesh. Hot. Wet. Sloppy. Sex.

It was natural. Her body clung to his desperately. All of the tension, all of the heat, all of it was finally released. She finally felt sane again.

She rose to leave him.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"We've got to find your sister."

"I'm right here." Kitana appeared in the door way. Kanta hopped out of the bed, never minding his nudity.

"Where the hell have you been?"

"I woke up here," she said. "Get dressed. I gotta go get hitched."

Kanta dressed as quick as he could. "Wait here. We'll get you some more clothes." Ahsoka nodded since that was all she could do at the moment. "Not that you'll need them." Kitana rolled her eyes.

"No thanks," said Ahsoka. She really wasn't interested in coupling with him again. She was satisfied. Kanta on the other hand looked distraught.

"Was I that bad?"

"No, not at all," said Ahsoka. Kitana laughed.

"Kanta you just caught Ahsoka at her coming of age. She just found you as a suitable mate. She's not in love with you."

Kanta was confused. Nevertheless, he smiled a winning smile. "Well, as long as you're here, make yourself at home. I hope you'll be here when I get back." He left without another word. Kitana remained behind and watched Ahsoka. The girl sat hunkered in the bed.

"How do you feel?" She shrugged.

"I'm glad that's over. I feel like me again." Ahsoka actually smiled a real smile.

"Well, at least one of us can say that. I gotta go kid. I'll catch up with you soon."

"Good luck," said Ahsoka. She didn't know why she said it but it felt appropriate. After all, she was about to embark upon a great farce of a union. Ahsoka didn't really know what to think about that. It didn't taint her opinion of the woman. She supposed that it something that people in Kitana's position had to do often. She wouldn't judge her. Ahsoka's world was completely off kilter. Kitana was there for her. A friend.

She lay there in her Kanta's and realized she was supposed to be at a meeting with her masters and the Jedi council. She sighed. She had completely forgotten. Perhaps they would understand. Suddenly, seering pain shot across her back. She caught a vision of Obi Wan in pain. She didn't hesistate to go to him.

Obi Wan Kenobi

Obi Wan lay in the dark. He couldn't get his mind around the things he had seen. He hadn't met Holun on his journey to the dark. What was there eluded him. People he didn't recognize. Visions that he couldn't comprehend. Where was Holun? Where was Qui Gonn? Determined not to be gripped by dread, Obi Wan had attempted to clothe himself and find his companions.

However, each time he sat up his head would swim. He was forced to remain supine.

"Where are they?" he said to no one. In truth, he only wanted Kitana there beside him. Vaguely, he heard a voice in his mind calling out to him. Then, he realized the voice was not in his mind but in his ears.

"Ahsoka?"

"Yes, it's me."

He was relieved to have her with him.

"I felt your distress."

Obi Wan exhaled. "Something's wrong with me Ahsoka."

"Can I turn on the lamp?"

"Yes."

When his eyes fell upon Ahsoka, he was alarmed. Her clothes appeared to be ruined. Dark patches of flesh ran along her neck down her collar bone.

"Is that a bite mark? What in the blazes-"

"I'm fine."

There was no consoling Obi Wan. He vowed and threatened until Ahsoka could calm him down.

"It was consensual."

He froze. Obi Wan looked at Ahsoka with a sheepish smile. "Sorry, I just-"

"I know," she said patting his hand.

"Don't let Anakin see you like this," he said. Obi Wan was trying his best to sit up. She knew that wouldn't go over well. "I don't suppose you made it to our scheduled transmission with the Jedi Council."

She shook her head.

"What did I miss? What are you not telling me?"

"A lot."

"Figures."

The ceremony was beautiful. All of the king's offspring, by his wife and concubines gathered in their finest clothes. The Empire's ruling councils and most distinguished officials sat in awe by the bride's beauty.

Many of the Empire's honored guests from the Galactic Republic and Federation of Free Systems also known as the Separatist Federation chose to attend the event. Count Dooku was not in attendance.

Even Nobunoda emerged from the shadows to maintain the appearance of calm. He had not hesitated to embrace his sister and tell her how lovely she looked. Kitana appeared saddened.

"Don't do this, Nobi," said Kitana. He twirled his sister across the floor.

"Mother has already given her terms."

"You can negotiate new ones."

"No my sister, I'm prepared to see this through."

"Dooku will betray you, my brother."

"He has no need to do that."

"It's not about need."

Nobunoda finished his their dance and disappeared into the crowd.

Tomorrow everything would begin. The conferences, the fighting. So much blood was about to be shed. She couldn't help but thinking about grabbing her Jedi lover and disappearing into the vast universe.

The growing life inside her was worth more to her than the entire Empire.

Then, there was Ahsoka and Anakin to consider. How was she going to keep them safe? Dooku had stayed in tonight, but tomorrow he would be full swing. Then, the most awful of scenarios rose in her mind. What if he actually convinced the Edenian ruling parties to join the Separatist cause?

The man could be quite enticing.

Then, the other more immediate dread of her husband. Eck. He was short and out of shape. He was a politician. A man who had never sweat, let alone bled, to defend the Edenian Empire was someone she was forever bonded to. He was going to outright deceived. If she was lucky, he would have the usual heart of politicians and maintain a few extra marital affairs. She wasn't looking forward to sex, but it would have to be done.

Standing there with all those adoring eyes upon her, she felt like crying.

She wanted Obi Wan.