Summary of story: The Republic was organized into an Empire five years prior to the set of this story. A few years prior to that, several systems left the Republic due to the delegation of 2000 ( which I am pretending happened earlier than in ROTS.) and named it The Galactic Confederation. The GC and E have a peace treaty as of right now, but this won't last. Anakin was trained as a Jedi until five years prior. He turned to the dark side and became Vader. Yes, he is also working with the rebels but I don't want to give away why. You'll experience all of that history in the next chapter.

As Always: Please R&R if you would like the story to continue.

Chapter 4

Location: Galactic Confederation Base 1, Alderaan

Day 3 Month 1 14 BBY

( Padme' Naberrie's POV)

My bones ache as the blaring lights enter my eyelids. The third day of hell will soon commence. I had spent my first day of true training, cleaning toilets with a small brush that appeared to be a used toothbrush. I had cleaned every single latrine on the base….. every single one. Anakin had meant it when I had been punished for my crimes, which had been defending myself.

He had become harden from the years of war. His body is battle scarred and from what I can tell by this expression, he's turned into a complete ass. But don't Commanders have to be this way? I know if I had made the sort of move in the Imperial Academy- I would have been thrown out or worse force-choked by Vader.

I groan out at the ache in my bones as I hop out of bed. I rub my head and feel the stubble of hair there. Ferus yawns and grins at me and says, " Hey Kid, the entire troop was talking about you. You have spunk."

I frown at him and his immature outlook of my actions from the prior day. I didn't care about his thoughts or any other of the men's in our unit, but I can't react like a woman- they would know I don't belong in their little group. I mumble out, "Yeah- that asshole had to be taught a lesson."

Ferus pats my back and his green eyes watch me playfully. He gestures towards the corridors, "I'm sure you'll be hurting after training with Commander Skywalker today."

I groan out and mutter, "What does he have planned today?"

"Katas," I moan at the feelings of future bruises that will form on my already achy body.

I wasn't much for fighting unless it was in defense of my honor. I had learned hand-to hand combat at the prime age of 7. My father had thought it would benefit me as Queen of Naboo, which he had shoved the title in my face at a very young age. I had been placed in the Youth Legislative Program at the age of 12 and boarding school on Naboo, away from my father. He had been " too busy" to be part of my life. However, he made sure that I received one of the highest educations available in the studies of politics. At the time, I had begged and pleaded for him to send me to medical school. I had enjoyed taking part in healing others- but he had other plans for my future. I became Queen of Naboo at the age of 14 and used my birth name of Amidala as my title. Very few people knew my middle name of Padme'. Sabe and the few handmaidens who I consider friends are allowed to call me by my middle name. I had become asctoumed to the life of a Queen, until the day Anakin Skywalker crossed paths with a simple handmaiden in a garage...

Day 3 Month 1 20 BBY

( Padme' Naberrie's POV)

The royal grounds served for many different purposes; including an building for speeders that were used to transport the royal parties back and forth between public occasions. Captain Panka thought it was a good idea that I have Sabe step in as my decoy after the attempt on my life. I had protested and then gave in when Sabe had chided me for my behavior and lack of common decency of my own life. In turn, I was free to go anywhere the handmaidens went and unnoticed by the guards and Jedi protecting the queen. I had a few free moments of my life back and I had decided to take one of the speeders into town.

The garage that held the speeders was usually empty. I had stepped into the building and eyed the four large yellow speeders. My feet had tip-toed as quiet as I could have been in flats. My purple gown had slid against the metal flooring. I had chosen to wear a simple purple dress which had a hood to cover my face. My eyes peered around the garage and I headed towards the closest speeder. I had reached the speeder for a mere few seconds, when a voice from behind had demanded, " Where do you think your going?"

I had leapt several inches in the air and spun on demand. My mouth was set firm in a frown as my eyes had laid upon a young man I had met earlier in the day as Queen. His jaw was set firm in a frown as well. His arms were crossed, and his blue eyes shined in a firm icy shade. I place my hands on my hips and reply, " I'm going into Theed for some last minute shopping."

The man eyes me and shakes his head stating, " I don't think so. You don't have authorized leave."

I roll my eyes at the Jedi and mutter, " I am one of the Queen's handmaidens, I have clearance."

His eyebrows raise in curiosity, but there is a hint of suspicious in his tone. " If you are one of the Queen's handmaidens, you would know the Queen has been asked to keep her staff on the grounds until further notice."

I step closer to the Jedi Knight and explain, " Look- here Jedi, I am running into town on personal errands for the Queen. She has asked me to send word to her mother of her safety and to complete some shopping errands as well."

The Jedi's eyes as still suspicious and he stated, " My name is Knight Anakin Skywalker, and there is no way I'm letting you leave these grounds."

I huffed out, " Listen Knight Skywalker, I'm taking this speeder into town, whether you like it or not. So you can drag me out of here kicking and screaming if you'd like."

Anakin cracked a small smirk on his lips and commented, " I doubt you could escape the grasp of the force."

I cannot help the small giggle that escaped my lips. I reassured, " I am highly capable of escaping your force hold."

Anakin's smile widened and he scoffed, " I doubt it young handmaiden, you'd be as light as a feather on the wind. But I have a compromise for you, why don't I accompany you do Theed and you can show me your beautiful city."

I tilt my head at the blue eyed-man in front of me and murmur, " It will be a pleasure Knight Skywalker."

I lifted my hand to place mine in his. His hands are calloused and rough as he asks, " Do you have a name?"

My smile grew as I introduced myself, " I'm Padme'."

He smiled in return and murmurs, " It is a pleasure to meet you, Padme'."

Ferus snaps my attention back to our work of the day. We had strolled through the corridors and made it to the chow hall. My eyes glance through at the hundreds of people in the chow hall. A sea of navy colored uniforms shown throughout the room. The room is vast- and basic metal chairs and long tables hold 12 to a table. I wait in line with Ferus as we wait our turns to grab some grub the Rebels determined to be the most nourishes meals in the galaxy.

The food isn't too bad though. It's not so appealing and doesn't smell too good, but if I'm hungry I'll eat it. I've eaten worse- far worse at balls my father has thrown in his honor. My eyes travel through the line as we make our way through it and I notice another familiar face sitting at a table- Obi-wan Kenobi.

His gray eyes stare off in the distance as he seems to be in thought. He has aged since I have seen him last. He has cropped his brown hair that once hung past his shoulders. He has a goatee and he rubs it in thought. I hadn't known Obi-wan as well as his former Padawan, but he hadn't trusted my father. We had gotten along quite well when he had been protecting me as Queen of Naboo.

Ferus glances in the direction of Commander Kenobi and murmurs, " C'mon we can sit there. Commander Kenobi is charming compared to his former padawan."

My eyes snap to Ferus green ones as I question, " Do you know him well?"

He smirks and states, " Not well- but he might remember me."

We draw closer to Obi-wan and then his eyes glance up as Ferus asks if we can sit at his table. Obi-wan's gray eyes watch us and he recognizes Ferus and offers us to sit. I plop down beside Ferus which is across from Obi-wan. Obi-wan's eyes turn onto me and he questions, " And you are?"

Ferus speaks for me, " Cadet Naberrie. The kid that beat up Tarkin."

Obi-wan's gray eyes grow in surprise as he admits, " Anakin told me of your quarrel and of your cocky remarks."

I glare up at him as I stir the mush in front of me. I mutter, " Commander Skywalker doesn't know what he's talking about. I wasn't the cocky one. Tarkin was acting like an ass and tried to hit me first. I was defending myself."

Obi-wan smiles at me genuinely and states, " I see." He pauses and changes the subject, " Where are you from?"

I bite my lip and mutter, " Naboo."

He nods in recognition and is about to question me again when someone from behind us clears their throat. Three pairs of eyes stare up at the intruder who happens to be the devil himself. I frown upon seeing Anakin standing there with a grimace on his features. He plops down beside Obi-wan and mutters to us, " Don't you two have somewhere else to sit?"

I glare bravely at my Commander and retort, "No sir, and I'm not about to move."

Ferus's eyes widen at my brave comment. His eyes dart to Anakin's whom his frown has deepened the lines around his mouth. To think I use to like to kiss that mouth of his….

I can't stand him at the moment! He has done nothing but irritate the shit out of me since his arrival into my life. He glares in my direction and his stone cold eyes stare me down. His tone is stern as he replies, " Did you enjoy cleaning those latrines yesterday Naberrie? If you'd like another round of those today, I can arrange that."

I grit my teeth holding back a snort retort, but it shoots out in waves, "Yes sir I did. Would you like me to use a smaller brush this time? I could make sure those latrine blocks are fresh for the other cadets."

Ferus and Obi-wan watch the battle raging between us. Anakin's grasp on the table has his knuckles turning white. He growls out, "If you like it so much, you can be on latrine duty for the rest of the week."

I shrug and snap back, "Yes sir, if that is what you wish."

Obi-wan attempts to step between our quarrel of words and says, " Naberrie is from Naboo. Commander Skywalker and I have been to Naboo on several occasions."

Anakin's eyes glare into mine as he asks, " Your from an Imperial Planet, how odd. "

I shrug, keeping my eyes on him. I mutter, " Not everyone on the Imperial Planets have sided with the Empire."

Anakin glares down at his food in front of him, disinterested as he mutters, "Yes, but once an Imperialian, always an Imperialian.

I grit my teeth as I respond, "How so?"

His eyes stay plastered onto his food as he mumbles out, "It's just a saying I hear among the cadets. Most Imperials come to us- attempting to infiltrate the Galactic Confederation- and a traitors. Be sure your loyalties lie with the Galactic Confederation now."

My eyes stay planted onto his face as I respond, " Of Course."

The chime of the first training class of the day was about to begin. My eyes dart to Obi-wan's and I mumble out, " It is a pleasure to meet you. "

I glance towards Ferus and mutter, " I'll see ya back at the bunks. I have latrines to scrub clean."

I pick up my tray and I know Anakin Skywalker's blue orbs are glaring a hole into my back. He wants to make my life a living hell? Well I'm not going down without a fight.

To Be Continued.