Chapter 25

Present Day: Chicago

Wrapped in a purple comforter, with a white cat at her feet, Pamila tossed a turned. Her dreams vivid and alive:

She was in a large palace with white ornate walls, large windows, and tall spires. The outside world looked pristine and perfect with its majestic mountains, forests, and snowcapped peaks. Suddenly, she heard someone cough beside her. She turned to see a tall man with tan skin and well-groomed black hair. It was greying slightly, along with his finely trimmed beard. He wore regal attire. A well fitted grey tunic with buttons on the side with a short cape in the back graced him with a royal presence. More importantly, he looked very upset. He kept on pacing back and forth on the shiny floors of the grand room. He scratched at his chin nervously.

The large silver doors to the room opened suddenly. Two women walked in. A middle aged woman with long black hair and a teenage girl with stylized brunette hair. They rushed over to the anxious man.

"Bail, what is going on? What is so urgent?" the older woman inquired.

Bail placed a hand on top of her outstretched one, "Breha, my darling, I must go back to Yavin 4. There is a situation that must be dealt with. A radical group claiming to be part of the rebellion has arisen. They call themselves Freedom with Blood."

"How ghastly," the woman interjected.

"Indeed. The Rebellion must act swiftly. This group could discredit everything we fight for. They are brutal and will not hesitate to kill anyone who crosses them. I must go immediately to deal with this threat."

The younger girl perked up, almost giddy-like, "Can I come with you, Father?" Once again, Pamila felt a strong connection to a person in her dreams. Like the boy before, she felt drawn to this girl. The need to protect her was strong.

"No Leia! It's out of the question!" the older woman scolded.

"But mother, I…"

"Your mother is right, Leia. In this instance, it is too dangerous." Bail placed a hand on Leia's cheek lovingly. "All I care about is your safety, my princess."

Against her will, Pamila's dream shifted.

Now she was on her back, bright lights shining down on her. For some reason, her abdomen felt like it had been ripped apart. She was so tired, she just wanted to let go. Her legs were propped up and held open by a strange contraption. It would have felt awkward, but she was too exhausted to care. A weird robot stood by her feet, making her jump slightly. Pamila's head turned to the side. There she saw a man with a rusty beard and reddish-brown groomed hair standing beside her, holding a baby. Was it his baby? Did she just have a baby? He was speaking to her, pleading, but she had a hard time understanding him. However, she did catch one thing:

"Don't give up Padme!" His English voice pleaded.

God, she felt so worn out! She didn't know how much longer she could keep her eyes open.

To her surprise, she felt herself speak. But it wasn't her, it was dream her. It wasn't her voice. Even the voice sounded tired, breathy, and strained.

"There's… good in him." She spoke, barely managing to get the words out. "There's still…"

Then there was nothing but darkness. Nothing but silence. An unending stillness.

It felt like death!

With a terrible jolt, Pamila sat up in bed. Her legs kicked involuntarily, sending Sekhmet flying. Pamila was panting, rubbing her chest as if to check there was still a heartbeat there. She was sweating, feeling it cling to her silken night dress.

What the hell was that?!

Leia…Padme…Bail… all these names sounded so familiar. And what was that emperor's name again? Palpatine? Yes, even that sounded familiar now that she thought on it. Yet all these names felt like memories buried deep within. And Freedom with Blood? Ick!

God she had migraine now! She pushed the covers off her and stumbled into the kitchen. Her hands trembled as she filled a small glass with water. It took four tries to open a bottle of Advil. She shoved a gel cap in her mouth, gagging as the pill slid down her throat. She drank the water hastily.

Just a dream! It was just a dream!

But she just died in that goddamn dream! She had a kid! What the hell? There was robots, and castles, and strange men with beards. And Leia, what was it about the girl? What was the connection?

Isn't the answer perfectly obvious? Her brain snarked.

"No! Not really!" Pamila yelled back at her brain.

You're an energy healer with New Age beliefs. Wouldn't it be obvious that this is your past life resurfacing? God, you are so slow sometimes, I really wonder why I stick around."

Pamila ignored that last comment. But her brain did have a point. Past life regression? It was possible. She did believe in such things. But Pamila brushed that suggestion off. It was crazy! What kind of past life involves robots and castles?

Then again, she would have never believed about a person like Vader existing either.

Padme…Leia, where had she heard these names before? Pamila couldn't help but shake. Her knees got so unstable, she slumped down onto the kitchen floor. Sekhmet, in a moment of uncharacteristic caring, came over and rubbed her cheek on Pamila's thigh. Pamila stroked her cat, but her mind was still laser focused on her dream. Her head throbbed, her body shook, and her mind raced a million miles an hour…

What the hell was happening to her?

Hope you like this chapter! It's short, but I just wanted to squeeze some past life/ Padme connections in there. And I couldn't leave out Leia and the Rebellion. Luke but no Leia? That would be like a star wars sin! More Vader in the Future and possible temporary team up with the Rebellion? We shall see! And Freedom of Blood learns about Earth and possible team up with Tarkin. Soon to Come! Till Next time! Be safe and thanks for all your support!