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A/N: SOOOOO sorry I haven't written in so long. I've been banned from the computer because of failing grades, and have only found time to sneak on every once in a while. That's also why this chapter is short, stupid, and pointless.
CHAP 6
Mos Eisley, Tatooine
The newly-revealed Emperor sat in one of the Republic's, or the Empire's, many starships. He was dreading having to hide on Tatooine. It's not a good way to start your rule as a coward.
At least, for now, he was safe.
And finally, my plan has worked. Thirteen years of waiting for young Skywalker to become what he was always destined to become.
Sidious sat awaiting Commander Cody to signal the hideout was safe.
Coming from a life on the clean and beautiful planets of Naboo and Coruscant, he didn't feel up to living in a sand house for the next month.
Plus, he had much overseeing to do. Doing all of his work out of Tatooine was going to hinder the building of the Empire, and the Death Star.
Lord Vader will surely be tied up with the work of the Death Star, and the adjusting to his new life. I cannot count on him to do any necessary work for a few days.
With this, the Emperor thoughts shifted to his apprentice.
Powerful, his signature is. I wonder why it is so faint right now.
One thing that Anakin was not known for was hiding his force signature. Its size and strength practically screamed "I'm the Chosen One!" ever since he arrived 13 long years ago to Coruscant.
But the Emperor, a mix of fatigue from his escape from Master Yoda, and excitement that his plan had finally bore it's fruit, only wanted to get to his temporary hut to begin his work on locating Senator Amidala.
Coruscant
Anakin, startled, pulled away from his wife's grip.
His eyes searched her face, obviously awaiting some kind of explanation.
"Actually," she started, "it broke on Mustafar. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I've been trying to stop my contractions. I wasn't having this baby without you."
Anakin only continued to stare.
Padme saw shock quickly change to worry as her husband began to move towards the door.
"Anakin, where are you going?"
He turned to her and smiled.
"Where do you think? I'll go look for the medical droid."
And with that he was gone, out the door.
He entered the hallway and found no one there. Not even Obi-Wan's body, which had been there earlier. He towards the front desk, and an alien wearing an all white suit directed him to where he should go.
Obi-Wan stood hidden only a few feet away, watching intently. He moved from behind the bathroom door and ran directly to Padme's room.
The minute he flung the door open, Padme greeted him with a panicked look.
"Obi-Wan, you can't be in here."
He shut the door and moved toward her anyway.
"Obi-Wan. My marriage is falling apart. My husband barely even trusts me, and I am about to have his child. You being here not only endangers you, but it endangers Anakin as well. He's so over the edge-"
Obi-Wan cut Padme off.
"I know Padme. But I don't want him to hurt you. He's not Anakin anymore. He's Vader now, and Vader no longer cares about any of us. Anakin is dead Padme."
With that statement, Padme began to breathe heavily. Her contractions were getting incredibly close together.
When Obi-Wan tried to calm her, she slapped him on the cheek.
"Don't you dare try and tell me my Ani's dead. Now LEAVE!"
Obi-Wan only calmly grabbed her hand.
"I'm going to protect you from him Padme. Don't worry."
A/N: I know this ends kinda oddly, but this isn't a PadmeObi fic. Icky.