Drag me to Death

BBY 13, Alderaan

"My love, make sure you water the daisies." Ginevra said as she smiled down at her 6-year-old daughter.

BD-2 made peeping nose as he stood on his legs watching his young mistress water the plants. He projected pictures of flowers on the ground to show which flowers the young girl to water next.

The child held the water pail as she poured it over the planter. "I got it mama," she smiled showing her missing tooth

"That's my girl."

Scrunching her face in determination was a charming expression that reminded Ginevra of Padme's father as she worked. Placing the pail down, the young girl smiled in pride. It made her think of how proud Obi-Wan would be of his daughter. It sadden her to know that he had never met her.

"Now the flowers will grow big and strong." The mother smiled as she pet the golden blonde hair, fixing the ringlets in her hair. "Go play, I will watch." Taking a step back from her daughter, she sat on the front porch of the house to watch the youngling run towards the other end of the garden.

Ginevra watched her daughter play amongst the flowers, reaching to pluck one.

"Mama, look." She smiled as she held out her hand.

Ginevra looking down at her daughter's crown of gold curls, her smile dropped when she saw the white flower petals floated in her hand.

"Padme, no!" Quickly slapping it from her hand.

Her heart pounded in her chest as looked at her daughter's round face.

A coldness crept along her skin as she stood up, "How long have you been able to do this?"

"Just for a few days, mama."

Ginevra clung onto her daughter, close to her chest as she felt the darkness.

They knew where she was. The Empire will soon find them. She didn't know when it would happen, but they were coming. Looking upon the setting sun, it was a matter of time before the Sith show.

The peaceful day had ended in horror for her.

Within the few hours, she could have her ship ready with a few minor repairs. The former Jedi knight took her time to make the proper previsions were taken care of. Planning out their next course of action, frighten her, she didn't know where we would go. A rainstorm had broken out, pouring down on her, Padme, and BD-2.

Padme begged to stay because it was the only life she had known. The ex Jedi tried to explain to her daughter they were in danger. They hid in Alderaan, thanks to Bali Organa. The Senator had helped her and her child hide away from the Empire. She even took timely visits to the city of Aldera to visit the Organas, there young Padme had meet the young Princess Leia. It was nice to see Padme become friends of the daughter of her namesake. She missed her friend. She missed everyone, Obi-wan, Ashoka, Anakin, Captain Rex, and Padme.

Every so often as the packing was being finished, she monitored her daughter as she would sit on the porch steps with BD-2. He showed her floating flowers through its hologram lenses.

Padme stood up from the porch steps to run "Mama, there is a ship."

Turning around, she saw the ship landing in an open field right next to their house. Fear struck the mother as she watched the ship land only mere feet from her child.

She could feel it, she could feel the power of the dark side pulsate from the ship. Reaching for her belt, she felt the metal of her lightsaber. "RUN! PADME GET AWAY FROM THE HOUSE AND RUN!"

The heavy landing of the ship knocked Padme off balance as she was running, causing her to fall over the rock. A loud snap came from Padme, followed by a scream. BD-2 stood its self-back on its chicken legs.

"MAMA!" The hoarse scream of her child broke her heart.

The ramp lowered with a hard thud. Stale air from the air lock escaped with long swoosh. Two rows of storm troopers march down the ramp.

Gripping her lightsaber tightly, she ran forward, igniting it. The green glow highlighted the ground. The sound of lightsaber drew the attention of the stormtrooper.

"Shoot the Jedi!" One of the storm troopers noticed the mother running towards them.

They had not noticed the youngling laying on the ground. She was so small that it would be easy for her to be overlooked. Placing her finger to her lips, Ginevra used it single her daughter to keep quiet and low to the ground.

Blasters opened fire onto the jedi, but bringing her lightsaber up. The Jedi deflected each laser bolt. Using the power of the Force, she slammed a body of Strom trooper into his comrades. It was her a chance to get low to the ground next to her daughter.

Her face was scrunched in agony as she leaned against her mother. Worse case from the looks is that she could've broken her arm. Using one arm, she scooped her daughter on her hip. Holding the green light saber away from her body.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" She helped her daughter stand up, who was clutching her arm.

"Mommy, I want to go, I'm scared."

"I know, I know." Breathing heavily, Ginevra replied, kissing her daughter's curls.

Mechanical breathing sliced through the air like a deadly viper that struck its prey. The sound of heavy steps walking to the ramp from the interior of the ship was a cold echo that sent chills down her spine.

She wasn't afraid of death or dying. Growing up in the Jedi Order was something she had learned to accept. There were times she thought she wouldn't make it back home during the Clone Wars. Though she was scared, this was a fresh fear she had never experienced before. It was the fear for her daughter.

In swoosh of red light from stood the menacing figure cloaked in darkness. Shrouded in helmeted that hid his disfigured face. The lightsaber buzzed with angry energy, much like its energy.

"Hello Ginevra," Darth Vader spoke in his mechanical voice. "I wasn't expecting to find you here." His head turned to land eyes upon the small child in her arms. She slowly backed away, holding up the lightsaber in front.

"Give me the child, and I can see about the emperor sparing you."

Ginevra gritted her teeth, glaring at him. "I will never do that. I will not hand my daughter over to the Empire, so she can be your pawn."

Darth Vader crept down the ramp like the imposing figure. "Attachments are not the jedi way,"

"Good thing, I am not one anymore."

Vader's lightsaber hummed as he stepped across the clearing towards. He stopped in his tracks to look over the former Jedi. "Tell me, I wonder if I can draw out my former master with you and the child."

That caught her by surprise, "How did you know?!"

"I can sense the bond between you and him share with this child. "

Ginevra held her lightsaber in a defensive position as she was ready for an attack from the Sith Lord. "You really must anger you to know Obi-Wan and I had, what you couldn't because of your own actions."

A surge of bravery overcame her as she taunted him, "Do you think Padme would have been proud of what you became? What about of Ashoka?"

"Enough," He spoke with eminent authority, "I shall use to draw out my old master."

He swung the saber, but she struck up with her saber. The crackling noise was a frenzy that broke out when the lightsaber clashed together. Ginevra took the defensive side as the raw power of Vader had brought down on her. Dropping her child quickly, she gripped her lightsaber with both hands.

"BD take her to the ship, now! Start it up!" She cried out to the small companion droid, who was urging the little girl to stand up. The little girl scrambled to get up to run towards the ship and up the ramp.

"I sense your fear, fear of the power locked inside your daughter." The modular voice spoke.

"You leave my daughter out of this! You will never find him, no matter how desperate you are for revenge."

She could see her own reflection on the lenses of Darth Vader as her blades crossed with him again. Beyond him, she could see the home that she built for herself go up in smoke. It sadden to see the last 6 years had gone up in smoke, but it was just things. It brought no anger, her daughter only mattered.

She could hear the ship of starting up. Flipping backwards to distant herself from the Sith Lord.

It was hard to

The ship hovered above the ground, readying its self to take off. The ramp was still down, giving her enough room to make the jump.

With a quick slash down with the saber, she jumped up high to land on the platform.

With the ramp closing behind her, she slid down the wall. To her left, she could see her daughter being sat on the bench where the small medical droid was taking care of her arm.

"We are not out of the clear yet," She whispered, as she stood up.

Hearing the tye fighters in the distance caused her to book the pilot seat.

34 BBY, Earth 2020

Gen's eyes felt heavy with crust while she leaned onto the pole on the subway. Her coffee was in the other hand as she sipped on it, nursing her hangover.

She wrote a list on her phone of what she needed from the hardware store. After her quick stop to work to pick up the new accounts. Scrolling through phone, she shopped for new cabinets. Knowing she could afford it with her dipping into her wedding savings. It would hurt a bit, because they she worked at a high paying accountant firm as someone who can handle data entry for the firm. It was one of the lower paying ends, making less than 30 grand a year, but with the free rent living at her grandmother's house, which made life a little easier.

With the recent breakup, she felt like she was only being held together by the seams. If the seams untwined, she knew there would be a breakdown for everyone to see. That was the last thing she needed to do at work in her office. So, she had been working from home for the last week, quoting to her boss that a personal matter had risen.

Before leaving for work, Gen looked upon the destruction of her grandmother's kitchen. The guilt ate her alive to see the destruction but was more in awe at the sheer destruction. She scared herself of what happened, she couldn't explain it. It was like living in a different reality. She couldn't believe what had happened, it felt so real. She hadn't slept in two days from upset and urged herself that she was just delirious. The mask creature she saw was nothing more than a harsh dream.

That would be the last time she drank an entire bottle of vodka in one sitting.

She knew she would need to make major repairs over the next few days, starting with ordering new cabinets.

It was embarrassing for her to being, so beat up over a boy. She prided herself on being an independent woman, even in a relationship. 8 years was a lot, her entire adult life she had been with him right out of high school.

Though, she had to admit she was under a lot of stress. Trying to get back in school for her BA after only have Associates. Her direct supervisor was a straight up ass who believed she didn't have a right to be working for the company.

Finally deciding on the set of new cabinets, she went to work to place the order.

Stuffing her phone into her pocket, she glanced up at the poster of recruitment for the Frist Order. She remembered when the news first broke out a fleet of starships, everyone thought the world was going to end much. The scene of the White House blowing up from Independence Day felt like it was going to be turned to non-fiction. Instead of chaos and end of the world, it brought order. The world economy boosted with the incoming technology. They even introduce planetary travel to outside their system.

Though, there was some resistance coming from other countries, but was whipped into shape by their Strom Troopers. There was uncertainty amongst people, even people who openly spoke out against the Frist Order, names such of Fascist, and Space Nazis. She agreed with that sentiment, especially from when she learned they wiped out an entire system last year. People got nervous. It felt as if the Frist Order was tightening their grip on Earth. People who spoke out against the Frist Order disappeared, picked off the street, taken from home, even work and school. Never to be heard from again.

There were whole videos on Twitter, Facebook, and even Tiktok showing people being forced away by Stormtroopers.

The Frist Order hasn't affected her life too much besides the occasional run in with the Trooper on the street who worked alongside the police. She kept her thoughts to herself, knowing it could get herself and her family in trouble.

The train came to a halt, and with a light swoosh and a ding, making her way to her office building through the bustle of the street. Her heels clicking under the concrete, she felt extra good today. Never had she ever felt comfortable wearing heels because she would tower over her Ex since they were the same height.

This feeling of confidence came in waves. It was a hard adjustment, but she wanted to feel something. She hadn't worn these heels since her graduation. It complimented her blazer that she wore with her tight-fitting jeans. Her hair was piled into a neat ponytail.

She walked into the doors of the main office, she walked along the rows of cubical and offices. Getting to her cubical, she stopped as she stepped in. It was like a time capsule before her break up.

Pictures of her and her ex lined her desk with trinkets he gifted her over the years. It caused a knot in her stomach as she walked over to her desk. Dropping her bag onto her chair, she picked up her office phone to contact janitorial.

"Hey Rob, it's Gen, could you bring a large trash can? I am cleaning out my cubical of some things."

It was painful to look at these memories, so she would correct it, no distraction.

As she put the phone down, she heard the clicking of her heels. In came one of her close friend and coworker, Jessica. She had known her since freshman year in college.

"Your alive!" Jessica exclaimed, marching over, "Honey, I am so sorry about Josh. I can't believe he just left you while you were away. You should never date a mama's boy, especially with a family that treats you like shit." She embraced her friend.

Gen didn't have time to respond as Jessica rambled on, trash talking her ex. "I am taking you out this weekend, we are going to get you a new wardrobe." She looked at her friend, "Are you coming into work?"

"No, I am picking up my new accounts today, Gerald said he needed to talk to me."

"He has been worried about you."

Gerald was an old family friend of her mother's. He had always come to check on her and even got her a position at the firm with a low education. Gen did not agree with nepotism, but at the time she would not argue at the time for being a broke college student.

"Oh, we got a new client and tis a big deal."

"Secret?"

"Yes, we are apparently having an off world client coming to us. We are trying to scramble to understand on how Galactic Credit works, especially for the Frist Order."

"The space nazis?" Gen asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jessica snorted, "Don't call them that, you can get into serious trouble."

Gen smiled as she thought about one day of leaving off world. To travel to see what was really out there. Maybe have a chance to go to the planet of Naboo with its beautiful buildings and lush pant life, or maybe Coruscant with it being nothing but a big giant city covering an entire planet.

Rob came rolling in with a 10-gallon trash can, Gen step back from her friend and smiled, "Thank you, Rob. I will only need it for a second."

"Hey Jessica, can you help me with a favor?"

"Anything?"

"Can you help me get rid of everything in here reminding me of my ex?"

Flashing her iconic smile, "Don't say another word, let me do it for you. Go report in with Gerald, then you and I are going to play hooky today."

"I have to remodel my kitchen today, I can't."

"Well, I can and I will help you. I will just shoot a quick message to Gerald and meet you by my car because knowing you, you took the subway again. When are you going to get a car?"

"I don't know yet, I just haven't found the right vehicle."

Jessica shook her head with a chuckle, "I keep an eye out, your more of a jeep person, right?"

"I might get a Motorcycle; I did just get my licenses last year and I haven't used it yet."

Jessica shook her head with a smile, "Why did you get it?"

Glancing to the side, she was unsure to answer.

"My ex thought it be romantic for us to classes together and get our licenses."

Her coworker patted her on the back, "Well, you can ride off in the sunset for yourself."

Gen gave a friendly sneer before stepping out to head to her godfather's office.