Chapter 3: Return

Two years ago on Coruscant at the Confessors' Palace…

I anxiously waited as I saw the Mother Confessor's ship landing with her battalion of Clone Troopers. She had been gone for about two weeks and I was beginning to worry about her and how she would hold up on her own without me there to rescue her sorry behind. I managed a huge smile when I saw her walk down the ramp of her ship searching me out.

"Well, well if it isn't the Mother Confessor back from Malastre," I sarcastically retorted.

"Why hello there my apprentice, I didn't know you were so anxious to see me again," the Mother Confessor jokingly said.

"Aw, come on Mother Confessor you know I was joking around with you. You know that I'm always glad when you come back home." I seriously stated to her.

"So anyhoo, how was the whole affair on Malastre? Were you able to infiltrate the bases or what and might I add without my help this time?"

"I'll have you know, my very young apprentice, I managed quite well on my own thank you very much. If you'll excuse me I have a very important meeting with the High Council to debrief them on the situation."

"Sure, I'll meet you in the cafeteria then to discuss the finer and explicit details you aren't going to indulge me on now," I replied with a giggle.

I watched as the Mother Confessor headed towards the Temple to the High Council chamber while I went to the Confessors' Library to do that stupid research paper on the Mandalorians. I mean honestly who cares about how many freakin wars they fought in? Does it look like I really care? Uh no. Someone really needs to slap the person who came up the curriculum upside the head or something.

As I was heading down to the library I saw Loden Solo, a Jedi Knight who happened to be one of my good friends, working on improving his stupid Jedi Starfighter thinking that someday it'll out fly the Separatists when all it was a piece of bantha crap.

"Loden when are you gonna realize that, uh, maybe that stupid starfighter of yours isn't going to get any better any day soon."

"Well, unlike some people here, and I won't name anyone, cough Padme cough, I wanna see this baby go faster to beat them Separatists."

"Yeah whatever Loden you bum. Continue on with your meaningless life while I continue with mine. See ya around."

I walked in to the library and then low and behold it was the oh-so-great-Hero-With-No-Fear reading up on something random. I quickly walked away from him, not wanting to strike up any sort of aggressive negotiations as that always happened when I was around him. But I was too late in trying to casually walk but run at the same time and he called out to me.

"Padme! Padme! Hold up where are you going?" Anakin asked.

"Uh, I, uh, was trying to catch that, uh, thing over there," I responded dumbly and thinking great now I look like an idiot. Stupid Padme, stupid…

"Umm what thing? I heard the Mother Confessor was back and wanted to talk to her. Have you seen her yet? We need to discuss the next Separatist based to attack and I need to going over some tactics with her…"

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Yeah that's all I heard out of Anakin's mouth. I mean who cares about stupid tactics. Geez this man need to get a life and do something other then find ways to go and save the galaxy every freakin time. He was getting on my last nerves and right about now I wanted to shove his lightsaber down his throat. Ah yes, how nice that would be, but then Grand Master Yoda wouldn't appreciate that and I probably would get whacked in the shins with his stick about a million times. I can hear him now saying, "shove Chosen One's lightsaber down his throat, you should not!"

"I dunno know. Maybe I saw her, maybe I didn't. I mean what do you want with her, Farmboy?" I growled out sounding pissed.

"Geez, Padme take it easy you make it sound like I'm gonna bite your head off," Anakin replied sounding hurt at my Farmboy comment.

"Shut up, Farmboy, I don't know so go find her yourself." And I stalked off muttering Nubian curses at that stupid Farmboy.

For Force's sake why in the world was he asking her! I mean really, Anakin had the worst timing ever, he showed up when she didn't want him to show up and had to ask her stupid questions about stupid things. Sometimes the Farmboy could really rile her up and heck even though it wasn't the Confessor way; she took pleasure out of beating on Skywalker. Oh well, sucks to be him…