Somewhere on Coruscant, in an undisclosed detention centre, Senator Bail Organa sat on his prison bed. For two weeks, he had been waiting for his captors to come for him. For two weeks, he had been contemplating. Just two weeks ago, he was a senator doing his work diligently. He left the Senate Building and about to enter his residence, when the officers of Imperial Security Bureau came and arrested him. On what charge, he was not informed of. Just he that he was being arrested. That's all the they have said.

"I hope Padmé, Mon and the others are safe. I hope Breha is safe. I hope someone witnessed and somehow they know what had happened."

It had been months since he held his beloved wife in his arms. Mother Alderaan knows how much he misses his wife. How much difficult it had been for them. Last thirteen years were agony for him, for them. Since they lost they lost her. Their daughter. Their Ellya.

Not single day went by when he didn't think of her. He and Breha. She might not have their blood, but by Force, she was... is their daughter. No matter what his other family members thought of her.

Just eight days before their first marriage anniversary, they found Ellya. Breha insisted on adopting her as their own despite his hesitance. He knew she was Force sensitive, as her blood proved that. But Breha didn't mind to his hesitancy, thank the Force, she didn't. And Ellya became their daughter, a part of their world, a part of their souls.

"Now that I am here, I might be reunited with her…"

Unlike his wife, he had made peace with that Ellya is one with the Force. He had no explanation, but in his heart he knew that this is true.

But he knew he has to keep his mind on the present. Helping the Rebellion Alliance.

Unbeknownst to him, there are two more prisoners being held in the same place…

No matter what, she couldn't think of any reason for her arrest. She was sure that there is no hard evidence to call for her arrest.

Mon Mothma considered herself as intelligent woman. Intelligent enough to avoid suspicion from the Empire and its agents. That's why she was frustrated. She was sure that there was a double agent with the Rebellion ranks, with access to important information. And for the love of kriffing Silver Sea, she couldn't deduce who it was.

"At least, Bail or Padmé can notice her absence and do something about it..."

She was sure that the ISB just cannot detain without hard evidence. And she could find that out, she might able to pin-point the leak. And it was difficult task in itself, as it would take a large amount of time, effort and resources. Handling the Emperor's machinations, repelling attacks his loyal hound, Darth Vader, battling the Imperial Military, avoiding an army of intelligence agents and spies, and manoeuvring around his loyal political figures, there is only much that could be done. Also the issue of whole horde of dark adepts, the Inquisitors, was another matter, though Jedi were handling it. But whose to say that it would not become a problem for the Rebels. And Jedi themselves, no matter how powerful allies they were, bring another set of problems.

Damn Jedi and their damn ignorance, arrogance and pompousness. Palpatine, Sith or no Sith, skilfully exploited the Jedi and those fools let him until they were utterly destroyed. Only a hundred of them survived, out several thousands. And most of them were Padawans and Knights, leaving only a handful of Masters. While most wanted to fight back, but the leftover Council member were in hiding and planning on the future of their Order, which made things more difficult.

Then sighed and laid down on the bed.

"Perrin, please be safe and take care of Leida..."

If anything Senator Padmé Amidala was sure of, it was that something went wrong. Very, very wrong. She could feel it. Her arrest just does make sense. She had made sure nothing of her other activities could be traced back to her or her colleagues.

"Only if I could get any idea what old bastard is thinking..."

She did not much hate for anyone in her bones. Now she was seething with rage, blind fury for one person. That monster. Sheev Palpatine.

"How could be I be such a fool..."

She mustered all her frustration, fear, rage and anger, and let out big muffled scream, scream that was almost silenced by a pillow which she hard pressed against her face.

But she needed to be calm and collected. For many reason. For one, she wouldn't give her captors the satisfaction of seeing her in such state. For another, it wouldn't solve anything.

Then again, she thought of everything, again and again, for last few days here. Maybe even oven-thought. But nothing came to her mind.

"Would Obi-Wan know be able to do something about this? If he actually gets to know what happened to her... Oh, stop thinking about him, you idiot!"

She felt shame and guilt. Even in such situations, she thought of him. Even after she was rejected, her feeling crushed. More cruel thing was he still wanted their friendship, more a kin to being siblings. No, she already have Sola for that. She really needed to stop thinking of him a gallant knight of old tales. Then again, whenever she got in trouble, he was there to get her out of it. But, same goes for that pacifistic Dutchess, her friend, her silent rival. A rival, who didn't know they were rivals and actually won.

At least his Padawan, her friend, Ahsoka Tano, understood her. Tano's friendship made her heartbreak more bearable, but even she thought of Padmé's feelings as a childhood crush and one-sided infatuation.

"What an idiot I had been all my life?"

Looking at her life up until now, she clearly saw what sad and lonely life she had chose to live. She dedicated her life in service of others. A constant fight, since she became Queen. Since she became Amidala. No lovers, no future prospect of a family of her own. For what? Some misguided sense of tradition and novelty. Palo and Rush were sleemos. But sometimes she wished that she gone with their persistent invitations, and done the deed. At twenty-seven, she had nothing but a series of failures. Failure of not doing anything significant about the Galaxy or herself. How the Galaxy would remember her? A foolish, worthless, old maiden who thought she could do better?

No, she would not think of such negative thoughts now. Being held here indefinitely without a proper legal reason is getting on her nerves. Afraid of uncertainty and possibly dark end of her life. No, she was not worthless. Her life was definitely not worthless. Neither she was a fool nor old. She had done and achieved things that many would only dream of. Rallying support for the Rebellion, fighting for justice (with little success?) and helping others in their time of need. These were things she proud of. Things that made her life worth living. She would have to keep fighting, for the Galaxy, for herself. Till the bitter end.

She decided to sleep and clear her mind. Maybe after that she could think more clearly. She laid down and started praying to Mother Shiraya, unconscionably her necklace held in her hand. A snippet that she always wore since she was a teenager. A gift given by a boy, whose face she could properly remember. A boy lost whose hope and selflessness that she admired and more importantly, still remembered. And sleep claimed her in her one of the darkest moments...

"I am the greatest Sith the Galaxy ever had! I have done what my predecessor could not do! I have the Power! Unlimited Power!"

Emperor Palpatine, or known to very few, Darth Sidious, was ecstatic. After all, the last thorn on his path to rule for eternity – the Rebellion Alliance, that those fools call it, is coming to an end.

And once the public execution of the traitors shown to the whole Galaxy, the Rebellion will be in dusts, their hopes crushed and spirits left in despair. Organa's, Mothma's and Amidala's death would deter anyone from such aspirations in the political sphere. Dodonna's would make sure anyone in the military to oppose. And other four's would make whole public more subservient to him. Other who are not caught did not hold any sway to masses. Even Mandalore would go back to isolate themselves, especially being under rule of a pacifist Duchess Kryze, who would definitely withdraw themselves from Rebellion. The leftover Jedi, who still reeling from their Order's decimation, would go into hiding, and with their broken and weak Council already in self imposed exile, would perceived as weak and selfish by others. And whenever a new era of fools would rise in the future, the construction of his Death Star would be completed and nobody could do anything after that.

After all, the opposition from idealistic and so-called free thinkers was expected. Such uprisings were to be expected and was to be allowed for a time being, and crushing them in a proper manner was also required. The taste of their despair, anger and suffering was fuelling the Dark side, and needed from time to time.

What makes it more sweeter, that Palpatine did not even raised a finger to do this. His Apprentice serve him all this, all of this, in a platter. His broken, soulless Apprentice, the ultimate slave. His enforcer, his greatest tool, his puppet. And Darth Sidious, greatest of the Sith, would be Emperor for eternity.

But the thought of his Apprentice brought sourness to his euphoric rush he was having now. The dark side was suddenly very silent in regarding Lord Vader. Irritatingly quiet, silent. His Foresight had been greatest ally, but for last few months, it had been failing to predict anything regarding Vader.

"Is he going back to his old ways? I have made sure of that. I have made him kill that blasted witch of his."

Making him execute that brat of pompousness, had created Darth Vader. A hopeless, despaired beast with endless pain and suffering. And what delightful sight it was! The wailing, the sorrow, the realization of true pain.

But now, something in the Force is irking him. The way Vader had brought down the Rebellion, his careful planning, his cunningness, his ruthlessness, the intellectual craftiness, all of it. Though, Sidious was aware of these traits of his Apprentice, he did not shown such a scale. And so beautifully done that it reminded Sidious of his own becoming the Emperor. These were the true traits of great Sith master. And this had Sidious rattled, a bit, he bitterly admitted to himself.

Regardless of it, Sidious had decided that after this irksome affair, he would replace his Apprentice. After all, he is the ultimate Master of the Sith and he intended to keep it this way, forever.

AN: Okay, that was the first chapter. Many things already happened in the background.

To clear out few things. Characters' POV might have something irk some of the fans. Most of the media out there, more popular ones at least, show their political and ideal perspectives rather than their personal ones. But facing uncertain situations, people think more about their loved ones and their lives in general, instead of their work.

First, Bail Organa. He lost a daughter, goddammit! So, obviously, he would think about his family.

Second, Mon Mothma. Many doesn't know that she have a husband, who she married at 16, and a daughter. Some legends sources say so.

Third, Padmé Amidala. She is simply revisiting her life. And of course, she had a crush on Kenobi. (Cool down, I am not a Kenobist!)

At last, the person that Sidious had Vader killed. Yes, it is HER. You all might be thinking what's the point introducing an OC only to be killed in next chapter. But, rest assured, you will be hearing about her in upcoming chapters. She has a very important role, even after she is dead.

See you for the next chapter "The Mockery Of A Trial".

I hope you like it and your feedback is most welcome. May the force be with you!