The Price of Freedom
Disclaimer: I do not have any affliation with the Star Wars saga or George Lucas.
Spoilers: None...that I am aware of anyways.
He had smoothed the rim of the cooler that in their escape had been pressed beneath the toys and other items that they had packed into the suitcases that held the representation of creatures and heroes that they had longed to meet in their dreams. It had been easy to get to the cooler, that their mother had stored away for the journeys that she had often felt obligated to bring to appease their stomach's rumbles on short trips. His fat fingers had tugged at the zipper that held the package closed, protecting it from the heat that longed to warm the compartments inside and spoil the food it carried.
The thin breathe of cold air prespired from the flat crystal box, as its lid hissed opened under the child's gaze. He had seen his mother do it several times, but never had it made such a noise that had caused him to jump. He had quietly heaved the crystal lid the side, beneath the weight that threatened to force his finger's to release the object under its sheer pressure that had caused his face to tighten in pain. There had not been that much food in the cooler, a few boxes of juice both divided among his and his sister's particular tastes, some sandwiches and a few candies.
Leia had leant over, and examined the contents as she brought her own finger to her lips to ponder the decision that had brought her stomach to growl in desire of food. Her tongue had scrapped over her dry lips that had not tasted the sweet honey of juice in the few hours that they had spent alone, lost in the determination of their plans. Her finger had laced over the sandwich that her father had undoubtedly crafted, that held together in its careful construction unlike the sandwiches that her mother had made, that were usually that not too good. Her hand had grabbed for it, peeling back the wrap that protected it, before she timidly began to chew at the sandwich.
Luke had been content with the juice box that he had desperately clawed to get at before his sister had pushed him aside to appease her own quench for food. Neither one of them had dared to speak, as they hungrily provided themselves with the few bits of food that they could afford for themselves, if they had planned to make it further before they were forced to bear witness to their own crimes and misdemeanors. He had deposited the empty box into the metal can that in its long abandonment held very little except rust and a few bugs that had found themselves the home that they required to keep them safe from the creatures that wanted to taste their lives.
"I'm scared, Luke." Leia had pronounced, as she had followed in her brother's suit, dropping the remains of her tiny meal into the old styled garbage can. He had nodded, the Jedi doll that his mother had purchased for him held tightly to his chest. Leia had dropped down beside him, as she surveyed the toys that she had stole into her suitcase. The suitcase had not provided much room for all of her favourite things to be taken, only the things that her heart could not bear to be without she had ended up packing, leaving the others scattered in the pale pink sheets of her twin sized bed.
She had withdrew the dark green blanket that her grandmother had in hours of labour had produced for her as a belated life day present. Leia had been fascinated by it, the smooth feeling and the warm touch had elated her spirits when she had first unravelled the package. Her grandfather had purchased her some other toys, but it had been the quilt that had found her heart. Leia drapped the blanket about her body, to hide the cold touch of air that the darkened room that steadily swayed, as the door wildly knocked under the might of the wind.
"I miss mummy and daddy!" Leia had cried, as she buried face into the pockets of warmth that existed in the confinement of the blanket that pooled about her feet. Though Luke had not responded, his eyes had become dark and fixated on the door. He had brought a finger to lip, as she had brushed away the tears that had worn her face to a dark saturated pink. It did not require words to warn her that they needed to hide their existance or the fact that they had been there, as the deep tendrils of force telepathy passed between them and both scurried to hide themselves and their luggage behind the empty drums of hydrogen gas.
The dark figure had stood menacingly at the door. Its features hidden beneath the dark cloak that had been further darkened by the heavy onset of rain that had soaked it all the way through, providing no warmth at all to its wearer. It had stared for a moment, hesistant to open itself up to the force that had cultivated about it. It had not taken it long to shake the nuisant idea from its head, as its bright eyes squeezed shut, careful not to disturb it's surrounding as it reached out into the force. It had not cautioned the force wit for too long, the power surge that it brought to its skin had been bittersweet. A poorly one victory that did not satisfy its tastes for long, when it had was given no choice but to use the living force for its duties that could by dealt with in other more personal ways.
It's eyes had snapped open, under the hideously glare of the crystal lid that in the twins hurry had been abandoned on the rustic wooden table that in its finer days had seen the glory of a good household but now stood nearly abandoned. Its fingers trailed over the smooth imperfections of the lid. It had carefully weighed the object in its hand before it had placed it back to the spot it had rested. It had stared toward the drums, noting the depth of the signatures that had elevated behind them. A smile had spread over its lips, before it had turned to the door and hazardly pulled it shut behind itself, to relieve its ears of the annoyance that the door had caused to its search, as it pulled down the hood of its rain entrenched cloak.
"Luke! Leia! I know you are in here. Padme, they are in the shed!" He had stated, as he waited for both children to bring themselves forward from the spots that they had hid. The twins had sorrowfully brought themselves away from the drum's careful shadows that had provided them protection from their father's eyes for the few moments that he had scanned the room with his eyes, without the force's aid. Their mother had frantically pushed herself into the room, as she craddled them both in her arms though her tears had misconstructed the words that had came from her mouth in her relief to have them back in her arms.
"Why did you two runaway, especially in a storm?" Anakin had asked, as the dark clouds that had aligned the sky had drifted passed, their wombs empty of the sour seeds of rain that they had sowed upon the terrain beneath them. Padme had pulled herself away from the embrace of the two Skywalker heirs, to stand dutifully beside her husband, awaiting the vocation of the answer from the two children that she had brought into the world in weather that been torrential and forced her husband to be the one who aided in the delivery rather than the medical unit that had awaited the day from the time that they had informed her of the condition.
"We heard you to fighting last night!" Luke had shyly admitted, "And we heard the housemaids say that mummy was going to get married to a prince tomorrow, after we return to grandma and grandpa's home. We don't want you to divorce. Are we in trouble, daddy?" Anakin and Padme had looked at each other, their eyes enlightened my the story that their son and daughter had weaved in their mind through the misguided words of the poor servant girls that had found amusement in the gossip of the holonets. Leia hugged at her father's leg, tears had brandished her dark brown eyes to a soft velvet colour.
"We are not going to get a divorce. Your mother and I love each other very much...We were not fighting last night. What exactly did you hear?" Anakin had questioned, perplexed by his son's soft admittance. Padme had entwined her finger's into his, though her thought proveyed the same questions that had leapt from his lips into the cool shed that in its own right had been lucky that it could have withheld the the storm's light capabilities without tumbling into ruins, from its elder age.
"We heard you mummy screaming at daddy. She kept screaming his name over and over again." Leia had stated. Padme's cheeks had blossumed into a pale rose shade as the words had sunk into her conscious. Though her husband had laughed lightly at the statement as he brandished a lie that would appease the children that their mother's screams had forced into exile. Padme had felt the words tug into her mind, it had reminded her of something her own father would have claimed. It had been a game, no more that only married people could play that had caused her to cry out, or so Anakin had worded it to the children.
Luke and Leia had merrily returned to the villa, where C-3P0 had dutifully stood, his voice chirped at the children to remove their soiled clothes that had been tainted by the storm's fury. Padme had buried her face into her husband's chest, embarassed by the situation that had led to one of her worst fears being visited. Anakin had woven his arms about her waist, as he pulled her tightly against his body, though the smile that had came to his face had not worn out, as he kissed the top of his wife's head.
"I can't believe they heard us, Ani." Padme had stated, "This is all your fault, if only I had been able to repel you charms." He had laughed, as he pulled her chin up to meet his gaze, before his lips had captured hers. She had smiled, as their lips had parted slightly as she lowered herself back onto her the soles of her feet. He had stared at the villa for a moment, as he heard C-3P0's precautious screams chastises Leia as she ran about the villa in naked as the day she had been born.
"I told you, that you were loud..." He had laughed again, as she had swatted his chest with her hand. "We should get back to C-3P0 before he fuses a circuit over our little nudist in there." Padme had nodded, though her mind had returned to the nights events. Her mother was sure to have questions for her that in no way that she could think of would she be able to respond to without the cleverness of a lie, something she had planned to treasure when it came to escape the wedding without revealing the life that she and Anakin had forged in the backdrop of war and re-building of the entire Republic.
Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, I have some news to announce concerning Back to the Future. It is going under revision, I realized that their are alot of inconsistencies that need to be dealt with especially in concerns of Padme's pregnancy. Lelen, are you on King Campus at Seneca? I have a friend who goes to Seneca but she is on the other campus, I do not remember its name but it is near Richmond Hill and Markham. I applied to different courses at all of the colleges: Humber - Business Management: Financial Services; Seneca & Niagara - Business Adminstration; George Brown - Early Childhood Educator; Conestoga - Financial Planning. I have decided that in September, I will attend Humber. I should be going before this becomes longer than the entire chapter. lol. Be back soon and please review.