My continual thanks to the reviewers. To Panther28, Lady Earendil, and of course, Star Clipper. Star Clipper, you're advice and reviews are always welcome. Hope you all liked Episode 3 as much as I did. Try listening to the soundtrack when you read this story too, specifically Padme's Ruminations or Anakin's dream. Those helped a lot. I know this one seems short, but it felt long when I wrote it. More to come this week! And longer they will be, yes.

Chapter 6: In Remembrance

Luke followed the Naberries down the hallways of their home. He was still astonished at R2's ability to replay all that had happened more than twenty years ago. He was still astonished that his father had been responsible for his mother's death. Her words had been enough to convince him.

"I know there is still good in him."

Jaw and fists still clenched, Luke entered the room they spoke of. The halls had been decorated with the same blue as the living room, but this room was different. It was a light yellow with holo-pictures all around it. Some worked, some didn't. The bedspread was a hand crafted quilt of yellows and pinks. It still looked like a child's room. Everything was still, even the air.

The room had a medium sized bed with a small vanity placed by the window. It was also yellow. There was dust all over the furniture. The closet creaked when Sola opened it, looked inside, then closed it again. Of the glimpse Leia had caught, there were tons of frocks inside, with all the colors of the rainbow. It was all so…simple. The simplicity, added with dust and wear made it harder to bear.

"We don't come in here much. But we like to keep it this way. I suppose you could say, in remembrance of her and what she stood for." Jobal picked up one of the still pictures and sighed.

Sola came into the room last, with Leia in front of her. Han had stayed out, seeing as the room was too cramped and the family needed their space. Ruwee also stood at in the hall to let the others see.

Jobal handed Leia the picture.

It was a picture of Padme, once they'd captured of her at home, when she was at ease. Her long brown hair flowed softly around her shoulders and across the green dress she wore. The clothing was light and billowy, while her hair was down with the same color ribbons winding through it. Leia let out her breath slowly.

"She was beautiful."

Luke took the portrait from Leia and studied it as well. "When was this taken?"

"About a year before she died. She visited us on one of her Senate holidays. She seemed to be genuinely happy that day. Most of her other visits she was sad." Sola motioned to the bed, where the twins could sit. "We know now that it was when Anakin was coming home she seemed happiest. He came back a week after this was taken."

"Came back?" Leia asked.

"Yes, your-father-was in the clone wars at the time. He was always away on Jedi business," Sola said. She sat on a chair by the vanity near the window. Jobal was still going through drawers and little hiding spots in the room.

"Oh, that's right," Leia replied. Her eyes couldn't stop traveling the room. The flowers that were dried up from previous gifts, the holo-pictures that moved. She could see pictures of her mother as a child. Some were formal poses, in the Senate or with family, the others were casual.

"Aha." Jobal came across the room with another picture in her hand.

"We were allowed to go and clear out Padme's room on Coruscant. After Vader had taken a look at it." Leia shivered. "But," Jobal continued, "we found a picture you might like. You may keep it if you wish." She handed it to the twins.

The picture was of Anakin and Padme in a very intimate pose. They were on the deck of a balcony overlooking the city of Coruscant. Padme wore a nightgown of blue silk, and Anakin had on his JedI robes. His lightsaber dangled down from his belt-the same one Obi-Wan had given Luke when he started his training. Padme was pregnant. Leia's hand came up to her mouth.

"It was hidden, in a compartment near the bed."

"I wonder who took it," Luke said.

Sola shrugged. "Perhaps a droid. I doubt either of them wanted that to get out. If she wouldn't tell us, she wouldn't tell anyone else."

"I'm overwhelmed," Luke said. He dropped the picture back on the bed. "I didn't expect to see all this or even find you."

"Well perhaps it was fate," Jobal remarked. Her eyes widened at his nod. "Are you-you know…? Like Anakin? Are you a, a JedI?"

Luke nodded slowly. He reached around his waist under his belt and pulled out his lightsaber.

"I trained with my father's…with Anakin's, but I had to reconstruct it."

Sola and Jobal studied it, then studied his face.

"We heard about Darth Vader's death…and the Emperor's. Could you tell us?"

Luke huffed out a breath then nodded. "Only if you'll tell me about the time when he came here. I need to know what he's done."

"But Luke, maybe we should just-" Leia spoke.

"No, Leia, I need to know."

Jobal and Sola looked at each other.

"Alright," Sola said as she looked around. "But not here. Not where we remember her."

The foursome exited the room, with Leia glancing behind her longingly The mother she thought she'd remembered was gone and she was stuck with the memory of not knowing her and knowing her father had killed her. How does someone go on from that, she thought. Her mother, the senator with high ideals of peace, and her father a violent man. How do you go on? How do you reconcile your mother's death by your father? She didn't feel bad that he'd died. Even after the pictures. Her face hardened again and took on the cold piercing gaze she'd adopted ever since her Rebel planning had begun.

"Leia," Luke called, softly. He held out his hand, his gloved hand. Leia winced but took it anyway.

"To be angry is to be human," Luke said before hooking his saber to his belt and leading her out into the living room.

"But," he continued, "It is also a path to the dark side."