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Padmé returned to her apartment frustrated. Once again the Senate had voted to increase aggressions against the Separatists; deploying more Clone Troops to more worlds. Naboo had been one of maybe twenty systems that did not vote in support of this move and Padmé wondered if the small group they had started would ever be able to change the current course of events in the Galactic Senate.

Still stewing in her frustration Padmé threw her wrap on the sofa and sighing she sat down on top of it. Sitting there with her mind racing through thoughts of war and love and loss, she didn't hear C-3PO come into the room.

"Mistress Padmé, Senator Monvé from Corellia was just here. She wanted to speak with you," Padmé looked up at the golden droid as he spoke. He stood, arms cocked at an awkward angle at his side.

"Thank you, Threepio," she said as she thought back, wondering if she had seen Yennaj at the Senate vote. She was just one of many Senators from Corellia so she might not have been asked to be present at this particular vote. Not that it mattered; Corellia had been one of the few planets that had voted against the increased aggressions. Sighing again, she stood and moved to her closet, looking for less formal clothing to wear to her visit to Yennaj.


Anakin drove his speeder through traffic, intent on arriving before Davad. As he steered through the rapidly filling airlanes Anakin activated his commlink and contacted Obi-Wan.

"Anakin, where are you?" Obi-Wan questioned as he answered Anakin's page.

"Master, Jedi Davad Hoiy is the spy. I tracked him to The Core Racetrack where he met a woman, and it appeared he was about to make contact with someone when he spotted me. I chased him through the Ractrack and out into the streets of Coruscant but he escaped. I believe he will head to the senator's apartment. Senator Yennaj Monvé of Corellia-that was the woman he'd met. I am heading there now," Anakin finished the briefing, unaware that he'd hardly paused for breath.

"Anakin, wait for me before you make a move. We don't want to spook him into running again. Together we can restrain him and bring him before the Council," Anakin's expression clouded as Obi-Wan spoke. Anakin had disappointed his former master again. Now he had to come in and point out Anakin's errors, all the while sounding as calm and unflustered as Anakin felt hurried and out-of-control.

"Yes, master," was the only response Anakin could trust himself to make. He tried to rid himself of the feelings of inadequacy, but the seeds had been planted. Anakin reattached the commlink to his belt as he pulled the speeder into the common garage at the Senate Apartment building. He deactivated the repulsors and sat in the speeder, listening to the steady drone of the traffic outside and brooding over his failure at the Racetrack while he waited for Obi-Wan to arrive.


Davad Hoiy had run for his life. He'd barely missed the gang as it had come up the alley towards him, and after they passed his location he continued down the alley. The downward tilt became more pronounced and soon he was many levels below what most would consider safe. There Davad finally stopped running. He reached out and couldn't sense Skywalker coming behind him. He let out a deep sigh.

Very soon the Council would know it was he who had been supplying the Separatists with the Jedi tactical files. He would be expelled from the Order, and there was no way he'd be able to return to the Temple. Thankfully he had everything he needed on him; his lightsaber and the communication device that Dooku used to contact him.

Davad knew he couldn't stay in the lower levels of Coruscant. There were too many dark shadows and dangerous beings that even The Force may not protect him from. The only person he trusted on Coruscant was Yennaj. But he hated the thought of putting her in any danger or compromising her position. But there was nowhere else for him to go.

"Yennaj's it is, then," he whispered out loud as an armored-rat scurried past his feet. He looked down in disgust, and then using his incredible sense of direction and the map of Coruscant that he had memorized he made his way through the dark underground to the bottom of 500 Republica.


Padmé sat with Yennaj on her lounge sofa. It was similar in style to Padmé's, but there was only one in the apartment and there was no balcony behind them. Yennaj's quarters reflected her seniority in the Senate. Meaning she had no seniority, and was thus given the smallest and simplest of accommodations. But she had decorated with a few things from her home on Corellia, and on the entry table had been a holograph of Yennaj with a young boy.

Padmé had asked after the holo when she had entered. "Is this your son?"

Yennaj had looked on the holograph with a sad smile. She'd made to caress the cheek of the smiling, happy young child. "Yes, that's my son, Han. I miss him terribly, but we talk every night and he's having a great time with his grandparents."

Yennaj had dropped her hand, and as she'd turned to face Padmé, the tears that had been welling in her eyes finally slipped out and traced crooked paths down her cheeks. Padmé had embraced Yennaj, and had let the woman cry on her shoulder. Awhile later they were seated and Yennaj had control of her emotions.

"I apologize for crying on you like that. I have just been so overwhelmed. Today I met with…him. And when he excused himself promising to return shortly he never came back. I came back here assuming he had been placed on assignment and was forced to leave right away but there were no messages. Now I am worried something has happened and I don't know what to do because if I raise any alarm people might begin to suspect about us," Yennaj rambled on, all the while Padmé sat suffering in silence. She wanted to confess her betrayal. She wanted to reassure Yennaj that she and Davad could have a life together. She wanted to tell of her own relationship with Anakin. But Padmé knew she could not speak of any of these things. So she held the hand of the senator and offered her support in silence.

"Give him some time to get in touch. Maybe he was put on assignment and it was so sudden he couldn't leave you a message," Padmé tried to reassure her. But in her heart she was afraid Anakin and Obi-Wan had confronted the Jedi and he had already been taken into custody. Out of the Jedi Order and out of Yennaj's life. Padmé let her few doubts about Yennaj's involvement in the conspiracy slip away. No way was this woman, so obviously upset about her situation with this Jedi, helping him spy on the Jedi Order, Padmé thought.

As Padmé opened her mouth to offer more advice, there was a noise in the entryway of Yennaj's apartment. The two women stood and looked towards the doorway where a tall, dark-haired man entered the apartment.


Davad walked into Yennaj's apartment with a collective breath of ease, until he saw her standing there next to Yennaj; Padmé Amidala, Senator from Naboo. He stiffened as the two women looked at him. He felt a flash of anger as he realized Yennaj had told this other senator about the two of them. No wonder Skywalker had been able to track him so quickly. Davad took a deep breath to calm him emotions before he walked further into the apartment. Nothing to do about it now, he thought.

As he approached Yennaj, Padmé stepped away and watched with detached interest as the Jedi and the Senator greeted each other.

Yennaj met Davad halfway across the room and embraced him with fierce passion. "I was so worried when you didn't return," she said into his shoulder, her face buried.

So this is what it looks like, Padmé thought. She and Anakin must have looked just like this yesterday. Padmé found the parallels of their situations amusing and she almost laughed out loud.

Davad kept his eyes on Padmé as he held Yennaj. "I'm fine," was all he said.

The two separated and Yennaj looked over to Padmé, her face growing red from embarrassment. "I'm sorry. Padmé this is Davad Hoiy; Davad, this is Padmé Amidala, a Senator from Naboo," the two acknowledged each other. Padmé watched Yennaj-the comfort and love she felt for Davad evident on her face. Padmé suddenly wondered what her own face looked like when she was in the same room with Anakin. Did she reveal her own feelings so openly?


Anakin was about to give up on Master Obi-Wan Kenobi when the elder Jedi pulled into the garage a few speeders down from Anakin.

As Obi-Wan approached Anakin's speeder, he leapt out and matched his former master's stride. They didn't speak until they entered the lift. The ride to the level of Yennaj Monvé's apartment wasn't long, and the two Jedi had to develop a plan and fast.


Davad was beginning to feel desperate. He couldn't talk freely to Yennaj with Padmé Amidala sitting next to him, and he didn't like the way she watched Yennaj and himself. It made him very uncomfortable. He reached out with The Force to gauge her emotional state, but was only met with conflicting feelings. She was full of feelings of love, but also feelings of lonliness; feelings of sadness as well as joy. Davad pulled back and looked upon Padmé with mistrust. He didn't like her presence here. It was unnerving.

Padmé could feel Davad's eyes on her. His stare was intense and Padmé wondered what it was he didn't like about her. She was intuitive enough to know when she wasn't wanted, and so Padmé stood to make to leave when there was a beep at the door. Padmé looked between Yennaj and Davad, her eyes raised in question. Yennaj rose to answer the call and all Davad could do was let her go.

As she left the room Davad suddenly leapt from the sofa, his eyes narrowed on Padmé. "You told them I was here, didn't you," he said to her, his voice low and monotone. Padmé looked back at him, confused.

"I don't know who you mean," she sputtered, backing away as he walked towards her.

"I mean your good friends Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker," he said, spitting the names out at her.

"I assure you, I have not made contact with either since I have been here," Padmé responded as she ran out of room and backed into the window. Her mind raced as she took in the furniture and decorative ornaments around her. She'd never fought a Jedi, but if he came at her, she would defend herself.

Davad took the last few remaining steps towards her, his faced clouded with anger and desperation.

"Stop right there," a male voice came from behind Davad.

Davad slowly turned and found himself face to face Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker.