Disclaimer: I am poor.I own nothing. Star Wars belongs to Mr. Lucas.I
wonder if he would give me Anakin.really what use does he have for him? If
only I owned Anakin..
Chapter One:
Padmè Amidala stared out the small window of the cargo cruiser onto the soft blue-green world of Alderaan. She then shifted her gaze to the dented metallic wall. Her own reflection stared back at her. She could hardly believe how torn she looked. Her hair all a tangle, her eyes dark and puffy and her skin pale. She couldn't believe she was living the same life when she used to sit in her fancy quarters in her precious dresses and regarded the republic as immortal.
She remembered something an old friend said. He would not let the thousand- year-old republic be split in two. But in the end.it was him who split it. He had betrayed them all. And on that day she felt had felt as if she could have never been betrayed more, but that was before she knew about the other betrayal, his betrayal. She tried to repress the painful memory but the vivid images brought tears to her eyes. She quickly brushed them away; she had to remain strong.
"Milady, we are docking now," the Captain called from the cockpit .
"Thank you Sir," replied the broken hearted senator.
"Senator Organa will be expecting you,"
"Very well"
Pamdè watched as the great domed palace drew nearer and she listened for the loud clanking of the docking clamps on the ship's battered hull. The door slid open and Padmè stepped out into the sunlight. A sturdy man in heavy robes was running down the corridor to greet her.
"Senator Amidala! Your survival warms my heart," smiled Bail Organa.
"Thank you, sir," Padmè stumbled out, hardly containing her emotion at the familiarity of his words. She remembered the last person who uttered those familiar words to her. She wondered about Master Yoda's whereabouts now. She would not yet admit to his death.
"Why don't I show you to the guest quarters and you can rest and clean up. Later this evening I request your company to dine in the Royal Hall and you can tell me of your experiences and perhaps give me some insight to what is left of the republic."
"I would appreciate that, senator, and thank you. For rescuing me I mean"
"I could not let the republic lose yet another of it's patriots. They are so few these days," The senator's eyes turned dark with despair, loss and most of all betrayal.
Chapter One:
Padmè Amidala stared out the small window of the cargo cruiser onto the soft blue-green world of Alderaan. She then shifted her gaze to the dented metallic wall. Her own reflection stared back at her. She could hardly believe how torn she looked. Her hair all a tangle, her eyes dark and puffy and her skin pale. She couldn't believe she was living the same life when she used to sit in her fancy quarters in her precious dresses and regarded the republic as immortal.
She remembered something an old friend said. He would not let the thousand- year-old republic be split in two. But in the end.it was him who split it. He had betrayed them all. And on that day she felt had felt as if she could have never been betrayed more, but that was before she knew about the other betrayal, his betrayal. She tried to repress the painful memory but the vivid images brought tears to her eyes. She quickly brushed them away; she had to remain strong.
"Milady, we are docking now," the Captain called from the cockpit .
"Thank you Sir," replied the broken hearted senator.
"Senator Organa will be expecting you,"
"Very well"
Pamdè watched as the great domed palace drew nearer and she listened for the loud clanking of the docking clamps on the ship's battered hull. The door slid open and Padmè stepped out into the sunlight. A sturdy man in heavy robes was running down the corridor to greet her.
"Senator Amidala! Your survival warms my heart," smiled Bail Organa.
"Thank you, sir," Padmè stumbled out, hardly containing her emotion at the familiarity of his words. She remembered the last person who uttered those familiar words to her. She wondered about Master Yoda's whereabouts now. She would not yet admit to his death.
"Why don't I show you to the guest quarters and you can rest and clean up. Later this evening I request your company to dine in the Royal Hall and you can tell me of your experiences and perhaps give me some insight to what is left of the republic."
"I would appreciate that, senator, and thank you. For rescuing me I mean"
"I could not let the republic lose yet another of it's patriots. They are so few these days," The senator's eyes turned dark with despair, loss and most of all betrayal.