A.N. Sorry for the long wait, but this tendency had come to stay. Still, hope you can still enjoy this tidy bit.

52

This is torture, the thought crossed Ana's mind as she felt her cloths start sticking to her clamy skin. Her body was starting to show signs of the pressure she was forcing upon it. Rage surged in her mind at such disgusting display of false pretence and empty reasoning. And for what, for interests that nothing had to do with the people they represented. She darkly watched as the Neimodian Senator dragged on his 'worries' over the Separatists' army increasing strength. For a moment her discomfort laid forgotten as she fumed inside at the slap in the face that the continuity of him in such position represented. Promiscuity runned rampant in the Senate's halls and it seemed seemingly impossible to find anyone who was not involved in some sort of scheme on the fight for power. Padme and her friends merely the exception that confirmed the rule! The Republic had became little more than a travesty of the grand democracy it once was.

Tired eyes glanced over at the man discoursing in front of her, even the Chancellor with all his proved cunning seemed incapable of dismantling the webs hindering the Senate's proper conduct. It was obvious the lobbies were the true government. No wonder the Chancellor keep himself as private as he could without jeopardizking his political career, the most meager dent in the walls he had erected around his person could be enough to render him captive to one of this behemoth of a saarlac's tentacles.