Padme was at the table, poking at the food a droid had brought her. All of a sudden, she heard a commotion and boots walking up the ramp of the ship. She hopped up and went to the doorway. A few Stormtroopers were at the entrance to the ship. One pointed down towards her. "Put him in the cell with her."
She then saw more troopers appear, carrying a person. The person, wrapped in a cloak, was being carried upside down by his arms and legs. Following behind them was a bounty hunter. She watched the troopers as they carried the person towards her cell. She was grabbed by another sense of dread. They turned off the force field and threw the person onto the floor, face down. She watched as they left again, reinstating the force field. She saw that further down the hall, Vader was conversing with the bounty hunter.
She looked down at the body on the floor. She knelt down and moved her hand towards the hood of the cloak. She hesitated and steeled herself before pulling the hood back. She gasped when she saw her dear friend, Obi-Wan Kenobi's face. His hands and feet were in binders, his hands behind his back. She rolled him onto his side so she could check him for wounds. There was a large gash over his eye and the side of his face was bruised. There were small blaster burns on his skin and his clothes – near misses. He was obviously drugged, but hadn't gone down without a fight. Obi-Wan Kenobi never went down without a fight!
She heard footsteps coming towards the cell. Vader. He had Obi-Wan's light saber in his hand. White hot rage seared through her as a realization struck her. They had used her as bait to get Obi-Wan! She had walked right into their trap and endangered her friend. She wanted to claw at the force field, get through it and attack that, that machine! No, he's worse than a machine! He's pure evil! She forced herself to calm down She could feel the hatred emanating from Vader, aimed at the man lying on the floor.
"It looks like my former Master has failed yet again. He is so predictable! We knew he would try to come for you," Vader hissed.
Padme looked up at him with stony, brown eyes. "No, Vader. YOU are the failure! He would never turn to the dark side as you did!"
"I wouldn't be so sure of that, if I were you. My Master can be very convincing."
Padme took in a sharp breath. "That's why he wants Obi-Wan so bad! He wants to add his power to the dark side!"
"Bah! We don't need his pathetic powers!"
She smiled a grim smile. "Oh, yes you do. The Emperor wants Obi-Wan on his side. He's given you orders to bring Obi-Wan to him, alive. Otherwise, you wouldn't have bothered to capture him. You would have killed him, as you tried to kill him before!"
"Believe what you want to believe." He waved his hand. "He won't be needing those anymore." Obi-Wan's binders came off. With that, he walked away.
Padme looked down at her friend. She went and got a napkin from the table and dipped it in her cup of water. She sat back down beside Obi-Wan. She worked his cloak off of him and rolled him onto his back. She dabbed at the gash above his eye and the burns on his skin.
She sighed and brushed a lock of his ginger hair off of his forehead. Just then, she felt the ship take off. Well, we're on our way. What are we in for, Obi-Wan?