Chapter 19
"General Skywalker, my condolences."
"Jedi Skywalker, I feel for you."
"What are they talking about?" Anakin whispered to Revan as they walked down the street. They turned a corner, and Anakin stopped short. "No…" Padmé's face was everywhere. SENATOR MURDERERED! Proclaimed one. KILLER AT LARGE! Another screamed. JEDI KILL? Read yet another. Anakin and Revan hurried to the Senate.
"Anakin… I'm so sorry. I know what she meant to you." Palpatine said as soon as the two walked in. He glared at Revan. She glared back.
"What? No. Padmé was only a friend." Palpatine looked startled. "I'm only thinking that Sith must have killed her, otherwise how would she have been killed by a lightsaber?" To Palpatine, Revan looked entirely too smug. And the two were too close, with a sense of… intimacy that bothered him. With Padmé, he could manipulate Anakin. But with Revan as his lover… The possibilities were grim.
Revan glanced at the other Sith, gauging his reaction to this new turn of events. Palpatine looked thoughtful, as if he were thinking of more ways to turn Anakin. Perhaps Anakin revealing this wasn't such a bad idea.
Anakin flopped back on the bed.
"Good god, Rev. Aren't you tired? You sure tire me!" he exclaimed. Revan smirked, and cuddled into the warm space he left.
"Obi-wan's coming." She sat up. She jumped out of bed. "Here!" she threw his pants at him, and was pulling on hers as she hopped out of the room.
Anakin smiled. Force, he loved that woman.
"Anakin?" Obi-wan called. Revan opened the door, and he smiled at the young woman. As he detailed his mission, Revan's smile grew wider. Perfect.
Palpatine rubbed his temples, forming the dream he wanted to send. In it, Revan was thrashing in pain, and Anakin was held back. Tears streamed down the boy's face.
"Help… me…" Revan gasped out. Anakin cried out as she slumped in death.
Perfect. All he had to do now is wait.