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"Milady, the supreme chancellor wishes to see you," Cordé announced, her face passive. She turned to face Padmé directly. "He wants me to tell you that you owe him, and now it is your time to repay him," Cordé repeated Palpantine's statement. Although she spoke in a low monotone, her eyes showed great fear for Padmé.
Padmé stared at her incredulously. "Haven't he been captured by the Jedi?" At the mention of Jedi, her tone turned bitter, sad. "I don't see what I have owed him. Cordé," she ordered. "Go inform the Jedi Council, now."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, milady," a soft, mocking tone cut in. Palpatine entered the room, his face hidden in the hood of his black cloak - the clothes of a Sith lord. His sharp, pale nose protruded out, like a witch.
"Guards!" Padmé shouted, standing her ground, as she faced up to one of the most dangerous man in the galaxy. Darth Sidious laughed menacingly, as he smiled mockingly at the naïve twenty-four years old.
"You were always too young to know the power you hold, Padmé. I was the one who backed you up, to bring you up to where you are now," Sidious said, his voice raising with anger at every word. "I made you who you are today. And you couldn't even be bothered to save me!"
"I became a senator because of my abilities," Padmé retorted bravely, even though she was quivering with fear deep insight. "The queen respected that. That's why she suggested I become a senator."
"And who do you think suggested that to her, my dear child. It was me, all me. I must admit, I didn't have much use for you, until I saw the way young Skywalker looked at you." Sidious waved his hand suddenly, and Cordé dropped to the ground, as if dead.
Padmé rushed over to her handmaiden, shaking her violently, muttering her name softly under her breath. "Don't worry, milady. She's merely in a coma, just as the rest of your household staff are. It's just you and me." With that sentence, Sidious pulled back his hood, showing his gleaming white hair. "I am old, and trapped, like a Regit (A/N: A violent beast I made up. Think of it as what we normally call Tiger.) in a cage. I deserve to roam free, I own this galaxy!"
"Surrender now, Palpantine. Or is it Darth Sidious now?" Padmé retorted, taking a step back from the now agitated Sidious.
"Surrender? My child, I will never surrender. You will see, when the Empire is formed, you will see how much good it will do to the planets!" He leaned towards the frightened senator. "You were part of my plan."
Padmé was now feeling a wave of new feeling - confusion. She remembered his previous sentence. "I never was part of your evil plan. If I knew that you would turn your back on the republic, I would have never suggested you to be the supreme chancellor and let you get away with your evil!" She stiffened her already rigid back. "And what does Anakin has to do with all this?"
"Everything. He is the chosen one. The one with the force. To bring him up in darkness, that is his destiny." Sidious raised his palm, and a chair moved towards him. He sat down casually, his head tilted up. "For some reason, Young Skywalker was besotted with you. I had to use you, to bring him, to show him his path. You."
"Anakin will never join you!" Padmé cried out with conviction, her eyes flashing with anger, anger at the thought of Sidious ruining Anakin. The thought of Anakin seemed to give her strength and confidence, and she took a step forward. "Leave Sidious. Now."
Sidious gave a snort of laughter. "You are a naïve one, aren't you? Anakin WILL come and save you. And then, he will kill you." With a laugh that shook Padmé to the bone, Sidious raised his hand. He brought his hand down onto her head, and Padmé slowly entered the world of darkness. She could only think of one person.
Anakin.
***
Anakin swung his lightsabar in a series of hard, quick strokes, his body moving fluidly throughout the obstacles in the training room. His mind was focused on nothing but the force, when suddenly a huge blast of feelings entered right to the depth of his soul. Anakin screamed at the anguish, bring his lightsabar down on an obstacle, sending it flying to pieces. He collapsed on the floor, his head between his legs. After what it seemed like eternity, he looked up, his eyes filled with panic. And fear.
"Padme."
***
"Master Yoda," Anakin burst into the room, shouting. "There's something wrong. I know there's something wrong. Maste-," he stopped short, realising that Master Yoda was not alone.
"Master Anakin," Obi-wan said, bowing respectfully. Anakin nodded awkwardly, before turning back to the little green man. However, Yoda knew what to say, for he nodded wisely.
"Care for her, you do," he stated. Even though it was not a question, Anakin nodded. He wanted to rush to the point, but was to respectful to say so. "Love her, even you do?" Anakin hesitated at that question. He knew, more than anyone, that love was forbidden for him. But he nodded bravely. Master Yoda sighed. "One step to the dark side, you have walked. Not good, it is."
"Master, I'm sorry. But I love her. I would give up everything for her, including being a Jedi," Anakin declared.
Obi-wan had been respectfully silent, but now he gave a sharp cry. "Anakin!"
Anakin turned to his friend, and the man he treated as the father he never had. "I'm sorry." He turned back to Yoda, and his eyes flashed defiantly. For the first time in his life, Anakin stood up to Master Yoda. "I will save her, whether you help me or not." He took out his lightsabar and quietly placed it on the table, as a sign of his end as a Jedi. However, before he could walk away, the lightsabar flew back to him. Surprised, Anakin looked at Yoda.
"Save her first, we must. Talk of others, we do later." With that, Master Yoda trotted out of the room, with Anakin and Obi-wan following after obediently.
***
A shimmering figure of someone that looked a lot like Anakin beckoned to Padmé, his eyes begging her to come to him. Padmé ran towards him, but the road seemed to stretch for eternity. She paused for breath, trying to breathe in fresh air. She ran forward again, but it did not seemed to make a difference in the distant. She finally collapsed onto the ground. Looking up, she saw the figure disappear.
A slap woke Padmé up. She glared at the hooded figure, recognizing the face behind it. All the horror of the past few hours rushed back to her head, and suddenly wished she was back in her unconscious state. "What do you want from me?" She begged, struggling from her chain.
"Your darling Skywalker. Milady wouldn't be so selfish as to deny me that, will you?" His voice held a dangerous singsong tone to it. He spoke to Padmé as though she was a three year kid.
"Anakin is not mine. He doesn't love me," she said. She paused for awhile, and tears began to well up. "He doesn't love me."
"That's a lie and you kow it, milady. Anakin Skywalker will give his life for you," Sidious said confidently. "And when I am done with him, he will kill you." With a scowl, he slapped her again, just for his own sadistic pleasure, and walked off.
Padmé could only stare at his retreating back. Her face was sore and her body was aching. Her body was in pain, but her heart was in a more intensive pain. She tried to, but she just couldn't stop herself from thinking of Anakin. She love him, more than life itself, she love him so much she wished that he wouldn't come and rescue her. She would rather die, than ruin Anakin. She gave an ironic smile as she realised one thing. Sidious had been repeating how she would die under Anakin's hands. She would gladly die under Anakin's hand, then anyone else.
"Don't come here, Anakin, please," She muttered, as her system finally collapsed from lack of food and energy, and she fell once again into the open arms of darkness.
***
"I WILL go," Anakin insisted firmly, his eyes and posture challenging anyone who object. Mace Windu sighed and waved his hand.
"Go if you will, Anakin. But remember, Darth Sidious will use your love to turn you. You MUST be mindful of your thoughts. Don't let your feelings control you," Windu advised. "You will go alone, Anakin, for that is what Sidious has demanded." He paused. The silence in the room was deafening. "Don't turn evil, Anakin, for your sake and for the galaxy's sake."
***
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A/N: Thank you guys SO much. I really enjoyed the reviews. They really gave me encouragement. Alrighty then, here's the long story I promised. =P
"Milady, the supreme chancellor wishes to see you," Cordé announced, her face passive. She turned to face Padmé directly. "He wants me to tell you that you owe him, and now it is your time to repay him," Cordé repeated Palpantine's statement. Although she spoke in a low monotone, her eyes showed great fear for Padmé.
Padmé stared at her incredulously. "Haven't he been captured by the Jedi?" At the mention of Jedi, her tone turned bitter, sad. "I don't see what I have owed him. Cordé," she ordered. "Go inform the Jedi Council, now."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, milady," a soft, mocking tone cut in. Palpatine entered the room, his face hidden in the hood of his black cloak - the clothes of a Sith lord. His sharp, pale nose protruded out, like a witch.
"Guards!" Padmé shouted, standing her ground, as she faced up to one of the most dangerous man in the galaxy. Darth Sidious laughed menacingly, as he smiled mockingly at the naïve twenty-four years old.
"You were always too young to know the power you hold, Padmé. I was the one who backed you up, to bring you up to where you are now," Sidious said, his voice raising with anger at every word. "I made you who you are today. And you couldn't even be bothered to save me!"
"I became a senator because of my abilities," Padmé retorted bravely, even though she was quivering with fear deep insight. "The queen respected that. That's why she suggested I become a senator."
"And who do you think suggested that to her, my dear child. It was me, all me. I must admit, I didn't have much use for you, until I saw the way young Skywalker looked at you." Sidious waved his hand suddenly, and Cordé dropped to the ground, as if dead.
Padmé rushed over to her handmaiden, shaking her violently, muttering her name softly under her breath. "Don't worry, milady. She's merely in a coma, just as the rest of your household staff are. It's just you and me." With that sentence, Sidious pulled back his hood, showing his gleaming white hair. "I am old, and trapped, like a Regit (A/N: A violent beast I made up. Think of it as what we normally call Tiger.) in a cage. I deserve to roam free, I own this galaxy!"
"Surrender now, Palpantine. Or is it Darth Sidious now?" Padmé retorted, taking a step back from the now agitated Sidious.
"Surrender? My child, I will never surrender. You will see, when the Empire is formed, you will see how much good it will do to the planets!" He leaned towards the frightened senator. "You were part of my plan."
Padmé was now feeling a wave of new feeling - confusion. She remembered his previous sentence. "I never was part of your evil plan. If I knew that you would turn your back on the republic, I would have never suggested you to be the supreme chancellor and let you get away with your evil!" She stiffened her already rigid back. "And what does Anakin has to do with all this?"
"Everything. He is the chosen one. The one with the force. To bring him up in darkness, that is his destiny." Sidious raised his palm, and a chair moved towards him. He sat down casually, his head tilted up. "For some reason, Young Skywalker was besotted with you. I had to use you, to bring him, to show him his path. You."
"Anakin will never join you!" Padmé cried out with conviction, her eyes flashing with anger, anger at the thought of Sidious ruining Anakin. The thought of Anakin seemed to give her strength and confidence, and she took a step forward. "Leave Sidious. Now."
Sidious gave a snort of laughter. "You are a naïve one, aren't you? Anakin WILL come and save you. And then, he will kill you." With a laugh that shook Padmé to the bone, Sidious raised his hand. He brought his hand down onto her head, and Padmé slowly entered the world of darkness. She could only think of one person.
Anakin.
***
Anakin swung his lightsabar in a series of hard, quick strokes, his body moving fluidly throughout the obstacles in the training room. His mind was focused on nothing but the force, when suddenly a huge blast of feelings entered right to the depth of his soul. Anakin screamed at the anguish, bring his lightsabar down on an obstacle, sending it flying to pieces. He collapsed on the floor, his head between his legs. After what it seemed like eternity, he looked up, his eyes filled with panic. And fear.
"Padme."
***
"Master Yoda," Anakin burst into the room, shouting. "There's something wrong. I know there's something wrong. Maste-," he stopped short, realising that Master Yoda was not alone.
"Master Anakin," Obi-wan said, bowing respectfully. Anakin nodded awkwardly, before turning back to the little green man. However, Yoda knew what to say, for he nodded wisely.
"Care for her, you do," he stated. Even though it was not a question, Anakin nodded. He wanted to rush to the point, but was to respectful to say so. "Love her, even you do?" Anakin hesitated at that question. He knew, more than anyone, that love was forbidden for him. But he nodded bravely. Master Yoda sighed. "One step to the dark side, you have walked. Not good, it is."
"Master, I'm sorry. But I love her. I would give up everything for her, including being a Jedi," Anakin declared.
Obi-wan had been respectfully silent, but now he gave a sharp cry. "Anakin!"
Anakin turned to his friend, and the man he treated as the father he never had. "I'm sorry." He turned back to Yoda, and his eyes flashed defiantly. For the first time in his life, Anakin stood up to Master Yoda. "I will save her, whether you help me or not." He took out his lightsabar and quietly placed it on the table, as a sign of his end as a Jedi. However, before he could walk away, the lightsabar flew back to him. Surprised, Anakin looked at Yoda.
"Save her first, we must. Talk of others, we do later." With that, Master Yoda trotted out of the room, with Anakin and Obi-wan following after obediently.
***
A shimmering figure of someone that looked a lot like Anakin beckoned to Padmé, his eyes begging her to come to him. Padmé ran towards him, but the road seemed to stretch for eternity. She paused for breath, trying to breathe in fresh air. She ran forward again, but it did not seemed to make a difference in the distant. She finally collapsed onto the ground. Looking up, she saw the figure disappear.
A slap woke Padmé up. She glared at the hooded figure, recognizing the face behind it. All the horror of the past few hours rushed back to her head, and suddenly wished she was back in her unconscious state. "What do you want from me?" She begged, struggling from her chain.
"Your darling Skywalker. Milady wouldn't be so selfish as to deny me that, will you?" His voice held a dangerous singsong tone to it. He spoke to Padmé as though she was a three year kid.
"Anakin is not mine. He doesn't love me," she said. She paused for awhile, and tears began to well up. "He doesn't love me."
"That's a lie and you kow it, milady. Anakin Skywalker will give his life for you," Sidious said confidently. "And when I am done with him, he will kill you." With a scowl, he slapped her again, just for his own sadistic pleasure, and walked off.
Padmé could only stare at his retreating back. Her face was sore and her body was aching. Her body was in pain, but her heart was in a more intensive pain. She tried to, but she just couldn't stop herself from thinking of Anakin. She love him, more than life itself, she love him so much she wished that he wouldn't come and rescue her. She would rather die, than ruin Anakin. She gave an ironic smile as she realised one thing. Sidious had been repeating how she would die under Anakin's hands. She would gladly die under Anakin's hand, then anyone else.
"Don't come here, Anakin, please," She muttered, as her system finally collapsed from lack of food and energy, and she fell once again into the open arms of darkness.
***
"I WILL go," Anakin insisted firmly, his eyes and posture challenging anyone who object. Mace Windu sighed and waved his hand.
"Go if you will, Anakin. But remember, Darth Sidious will use your love to turn you. You MUST be mindful of your thoughts. Don't let your feelings control you," Windu advised. "You will go alone, Anakin, for that is what Sidious has demanded." He paused. The silence in the room was deafening. "Don't turn evil, Anakin, for your sake and for the galaxy's sake."
***
OK. I hope this is long enough. It looks long in Microsoft Words. =P. Hmmm, how's this. I left it at a cliffhanger. Seventy reviews, and I'll continue. Wahaha. =P. Seriously. 70 reviews. Deal?