Back to the Future
Disclaimer: I do not own or have any affliation with the Star Wars saga.
Spoilers: Possibly some.
"Mistress Padme, would you like for me to prepare your bath?" The droid had asked. His golden body inflamed by the explosions of fire that shook the night sky of its tranquility.
She had nodded, her eyes lost in the despair of the battle that had won out the evening's glory against the simple stars. Fifteen Republican battle ships, she had counted silently, destroyed by the mercilessly fire of the seperatist ships that hung protectively in the planet's orbit.
"Would you like anything else, mi'lady before I shut down for the night?" C-3P0 had questioned. His robotic fingers had knotted together, as he took coverage by her side to stare out at the battle that flooded the skies.
He had read the HoloNet reports. The Republic was losing its battle against the CIS. The Jedi were being slowly wiped out and Palpatine had been kidnapped by cruel and relentless General Grevious.
There had been no reports about either Anakin Skywalker or General Kenobi. They had both simply disappeared. Lost in the numerous battles that had plagued the galaxy. The Hero Without Fear and the Negotiator were rumoured dead. A casualty of the stark general of death that had sought the death of all Jedi Knights.
"Can you make some snacks and hoi broth, please?" She had asked, the droid had bowed his head to her, before he raised himself back to his proper height. His gold plating reflected the still darkness that had came to silence the warfare.
"Do you think that he is alright, C-3P0?" Padme had asked, turning to face the droid that her husband had built as a child. The droid had stood motionless, as he followed the streak of fire that had raided the sky.
"He has Artoo with him. I think that he will be perfectly fine when he comes back to you, madam." The droid had spoke, his own thoughts tuned aside to appease his mistress from the dread she buried deep into her heart.
He had departed from her, as a Trade Federation starship made its explosive entry into the city planet's interior. He could do nothing for her now, except a few chores that she had commanded, except reply the optimism that had begun to slip away from the supporters of the Republic.
It was the least he could do, for his master's wife.