Hello everyone! I have a new update and like I said I told you this was fanfiction! Burn all of the none believers! I am joking by the way. I seriously am! And by the way thanks to all the Russian fans, apparently that is my third highest audience outside of Great Britain and the United States. :)

Coruscant 21 BBY

"Thank you for meeting me," Artier said as the two sat down at the opposite ends of a small wooden table.

"My pleasure." She replied with a smile.

Though their friendship had been rocked by the recent events regarding their accidental one night stand things had been going find between them not bothering to say anything about it between the two or else rising problems neither wanted. It was far too early to do anything on their rather odd friendship for lack of a better word.

Lubov dressed plainly in a simple red dress that her father had sent her for her 25th birthday last year. As she approached the age of 26 she was realizing quickly that life was moving on and that if she wanted the fame she desired she would have to act quickly or lose the chance to take a hold of that fame and live with it for the longest amount of time.

It was not truly fair that they lost their youth so soon and that when it was time to settle down it was too late they were old and never going too much live again like they did. That was why she wanted fame. She wanted to go through life enjoying her age not dealing with constant articles and worry over whether she would meet a deadline.

"How in the galaxy did you manage to get reservations here?" Lubov asked as she looked around to make sure no one was looking at them oddly.

All the people here were well above the citizens from the previous restaurant they had attended last week. They were all more than likely from the royal families and leaders of planets from across the galaxy. None of them would be able to afford this restaurant without these high connections. Perhaps that ridiculous story about Artier's family was true and they were wealthy from selling drugs on the black market?

"I have connections." Artier replied with a wide grin on his face. "Let's just leave it at my grandfather owns this place."

Lubov smiled. "To be honest, I thought you had killed someone to get the reservations to this place."

Artier chuckled. "No, I would never kill anyone when all I have to do is COM and say what time I will be here."

"Oh so you stop in here often?"

"No, not really, just when I have a special guest or that one time just because I did not feel like going to work."

"I would have thought with this sort of business you would have all the money you needed."

"Oh," He muttered. "I do, but I prefer to keep myself busy. You could say my job at the HoloNet is just for shits and giggles and you would be right."

"So you are not interested in doing this for the rest of your life?" She asked innocently.

"No," He said while motioning for a waiter to come by and serve their drinks. "I will go back to my home planet after a year or two. I usual do this sort of thing, do random jobs then head back home and get back to running the business."

Lubov looked down feeling she become disappointed at the thought of her never seeing Artier again. For some reason she felt sad at the very thought of never seeing him again. It was a strange feeling; she wanted to be rid of him sometimes but at the other time she did not want to him to be away from her. She wanted him. No, she needed him. What was going on?

Artier must have seen the look on her face and just said, "Relax, I will take you with me."

"You had better!" Lubov threatened. "I can hardly imagine not having to see your ugly face every day."

Artier did nothing but laugh at her rude comment. He was not used to this woman using insulting him and could not stand the thought of this beautiful doll look-a-like was insulting him. It did not make him angry, what it made him was rather embarrassed at the fact this woman had so much angry in her lanky body.

The two laughed for a moment as the waiter poured their drinks and muttered something to Artier in a language Lubov could not identify. She just stared at him as he called for a toast of the grounds of information finding in their long wait to get their articles published. A success that they had yet to reach.

"How did you interview go with the Chancellor?" Artier asked shortly after ordering the first course.

"Fairly well," Lubov replied with a small smile. "He seemed rather uninterested in answering the questions regarding your research character."

"As I thought," Artier sighed and leaned back in his seat. "This man is more elusive than I thought, tomorrow I have an interview with the senator from Naboo and I hope you will be able to come with me."

"I should be able to come as long as I know the time and place."

"Good," Artier grim widened as he stared at Lubov. "We will be meeting in one of the press rooms around noon and we shall have lunch with her. Over lunch we will casually ask questions about the war, by us of course I mean you. After a while we will change the subject to Skywalker then we can leave."

"Sounds like a plan," Lubov said taking another sip of her wine. "Only problem is the Senator always gets uncomfortable when a journalist brings up Skywalker. I think the two are having an affair."

"That would be the story of the century." Artier commented. "Now we just need proof. Stories would do, but what we need is cameras to catch everything."

Lubov laughed, hoping he was kidding about putting cameras in a high government official's office. That was suicide, or rather life in imprisonment for treason on account of stealing information for personal gain. Or perhaps they could get charged with stealing government secrets and selling them to the HoloNet for a high profit. If they could come up with the charges themselves it was a bad idea already.

"Yes, and when we release the story we have to make sure we call it the love story of the century," Lubov advised. "It will be the secret love affair of the senator and the Jedi war hero."

Artier smiled. "Now tomorrow we can get that proof."

The Next day...

(Noon)

Lubov and Artier walked hand in hand into the pressroom they had been told the Senator would meet them in. It was a rather casual meeting, or at least they were hoping it would be. Most of the questions would be asked by Lubov while Artier kept careful track of the questions asked and the answers given by the Senator. She was one to not be simple with her language though often straightforward when it came to telling how things truly were in the Senate. Though as Journalist they knew for the most part the problems of the Senate, they did not know everything there was to know. It would be a miracle if they even managed to get new information out of the Senator.

They had brought in all of their equipment already and were now ready for the interview with the Senator; all they had to do now was wait for her to show up. If they were lucky she would get here within the next few minutes and start on the lunch Artier had been so kind to order for them. A Nubian meal of some sort that his grandfather had fixed for them, it would be good for the Senator to have something that reminded her of home and not to force her into anything. Home made everyone relax and answer the questions without so much trouble. And relaxation was the goal of the whole situation; get her to answer as many questions as they could and then leave to start writing.

The room they were in smelled of sweat more than likely from nervous journalists. All of them nervous about asking questions to the people who could get them arrested if they felt threatened. It was only scary the first few times they met the politicians. After a while one would get used to just asking and not worrying about what could happen to you if you over step the line.

"What time did she say she would be here?" Lubov asked double-checking with Artier about the interview.

Artier looked at his wrist for a moment pretending to have a watch on. "She said she would be here at noon or so."

Lubov simply nodded and sat down at the small interview table. The room was set up perfectly for the interview already, all she needed now was some wine and a few shurra fruits and she was perfectly ready for the rest of the interview. She was best when she had something to drink, she was not a drunk, but the feeling of at least being out of control gave her a since of reality in all matters.

Artier sat down beside of her grabbing a water container and two cups. After pouring the water he handed the cup to Lubov. She drank from the dark cup and felt the cool liquid cascade down her throat, as a nervousness inside of her seemed to fade with that sip. The nervousness that came always before an interview such as these. These caused her not pain or anger; just anxiety that she may make a mistake and her whole career could be over. If that were to happen there was no end to what may happen to her if she had to go back to Hapes. She could end up working for the local news at best. But it was not truly the interview that was bothering her it was the fact that there was a slim chance that if she were fired that she would never see Artier again.

The thoughts of actually never seeing him again outweighed all of her thoughts on the interview. She wanted, no she somehow needed him. As if someone was pushing her to make sure she was always there. Was it some sort of God or Goddess? Or was it that Jedi religion the Force? It was telling her to stay with him. Whatever the reason for, she had to.

As the water was finished the door opened and a staff member for the Senator had finally arrived. The two stood up in respect for the woman in power, though Lubov was older than her she still had to respect her in ways that she would sometimes rather not. It was not the matter of manners that upset her it was the fact that the politicians were treated better than the average citizens of the Republic. As if they cared more for themselves rather than the people they had been elected or placed to serve. Why did they not care?

"It is lovely to meet you senator," Lubov said, giving a faint curtsey to the beautiful senator.

Senator Amidala smiled back and said, "Well we had best get this interview done quickly I am sure your lives are just as busy as mine."

"Quite Senator," Artier responded as he pulled out the chair for her to sit on.

After the Senator was seated Lubov sat down next to Artier and across from the Senator for better angle. She could easily see why most of the fashion Holozines wanted her to be on the cover; her beauty far underestimated by the people of the Senate. They thought she was just another human who wanted peace rather than the war to continue. Though it had been her fault truly for starting this war in the first place with her election of Chancellor Palpatine some ten years ago; she was not going to hold that against her now as the fact of the matter was she was just trying to get information out of her about her supposed "Jedi Lover" as Artier had cleverly punned.

"My name is Artier Mills and this is my friend and co-worker Lubov Makarova." Artier introduced the two, then put his hand on hers. "I call her freckles though."

The senator responded with a frozen face that broke out into a sad smile. What was she said about? Was someone dead that she did not know about? Was it a family member? Was it someone she had not seen in a while? Or was it a lover? A lover that was far off somewhere chasing down seperatists.

No, she could not get herself wrapped up in Artier's crazy thinking. It was bad enough she had believed the Quarren about Artier in the first place and here she was listening to Artier's nonsense stories.

"Now to get down to business," Lubov said widening her eyes in awkward horror of her partners open exchange of words with a Senator of the Republic.

She knew Artier was bold, she had known that the moment she had been called "freckles" by him and now here she was having to apologize for him because he was too stupid to realize what he had done.

"Sounds like a fine idea to me," The Senator said.

Artier got up and ran up to get the food prepared leaving Lubov to ask the questions while she filled up hers and the Senator's glass of wine. The two said cheers in hopes of a successful interview and peace returning to the galaxy. It was an act that showed the two were on the same side and that even if the media appeared to be on the side of the war, they were truly against it like everyone else. What a stupid war they were in?

"Now, we all know you are a strong supporter of democracy," Lubov began. "However, many have questioned your allegiance with the fact that you were at the first battle and another fact that you are in close relationships with the Jedi are you not?"

The Senator took a sip of her wine before beginning to speak smiling for a brief moment before her face contorted back into a frown. She seemed to wear that frown a lot. As if she had no other face to wear.

"I was present at the Battle and I am in close relations with the Jedi, however, my allegiance is ever to the Republic and it's people." She stated sharply. "I have never condoned this war and if there are any such reports that state otherwise they are false. I want this war to end more than most of the other Senators who seem to think it is their job to continue this war as long as they can without any hope of ending.

"They have become such selfish citizens only caring about themselves not the system as a whole. Democracy seems to be dying more and more each day and everyday I wake up with the knowledge that I have almost no power to stop it."

Artier sat down beside of Lubov. He had noticed the seriousness in the Senator's tone and had dropped the food in ready to be here to actual listen to what she had to say rather than listen to it from a recording. When the Senator's first portion of the interview of course was done then they could lay waste to the food and enjoy the odd colored and flowery smelling dishes.

Lubov looked up from her paper feeling herself distracted by emotions and continued to the next question. "I understand your point of view and it seems so rare now that people like you are still around. People like you actually care for the people as a whole rather than for just themselves."

The Senator smiled at her, a real smile, one filled with sympathy and wisdom that she had yet to achieve. "Do not worry, there will come a time for both of us."

"I should hope so," Artier interrupted. "This girls right here makes a mountain out of a mole hill out of everything! I swear we come here and she acts as if her fate is going to be decided in this room right here and now!"

Lubov frowned and turned sharply towards her friend. "You do understand that some of us are not among the elite that can afford to get fired from jobs as quickly as you can. While you are sitting on your ass letting me do all of the work I am actually concerned with my career. And at the moment I think I will leave because this interview is your job, not mine."

The Senator stared at the young couple for a moment before deciding it was none of her business to interfere with what could happen to the young couple. More than likely this was their break up and though she hated to admit it, she hoped she would never have to deal with one of those dreadful things ever again. It was bad enough watching it between two people that are so obviously in love with each other.

Artier refused to say anything for the remainder of the interview allowing Lubov to ask all of the questions in fear that if he said something she would cause him both physical and emotional pain. He lover her and was not going to have himself hurt by her all over the fact that he did not understand the perspectives of the poorer populous.

"Now a few more questions and the interview will be over," Lubov stated looking up at the clock on the wall to double check to make sure she still had enough time to get the last of the questions asked and hopefully answered. "First off, I have to ask you this for an article I am currently working on about Palpatine. Please tell me your opinions on his leadership and whether or not you agree with him and the rest of the Senate on his increased 'executive power'?"

Senator Amidala explained to her that it was not that she did not like his leadership, it was just that he had been in power for far too long and now was beginning to abuse the power that they had given him. They gave him that power to start a war, a war which could have been prevented had she not done anything about rescuing Obi-wan from Count Dooku. It would have all been prevented had she not made such a stupid mistake and here she was now telling a reporter this story.

She was going to get censored of course later, but it did not matter. All that mattered was the fact that she still had well over half an hour left in this interview before she could get back to working on opposition in budget cuts that would cut half the social secruity benefits to the elderly.

Lubov flipped the page rolling her eyes at the next question. She did not want to ask this question to the Senator and she sure as hell was not going to expect an answer from the woman. Artier was not in the room at that very moment and decided to explore what other questions that Artier had managed to pull together on his own.

"Is it true that the people of Naboo nearly had an amendment to the constitution to keep you in office as Queen?" Lubov asked just making stuff up at the lack of good questions.

She could not be sure if that was even true, if it were then she was right and she got herself a bonus for the interview. If it were not true then she would have to edit that portion of the tape out before the editorial staff got that and reported it too Mr. Firefly about her idiotic question!

"Yes," She replied, Lubov silently thanking whatever deity there was for giving her the proper question. "They were going to and I had to decline. To be honest I was very tired of that position and had intentions on leaving and starting a family, however, the queen asked me to serve as senator and here I am."

"You wanted to have a family?" Lubov said in shock.

She had thought this Senator's only issues were political and if that were true then maybe she could casually get that question into the mix. It could work, though she would feel awkward asking her if she wanted to start a family with a Jedi. She was sure that was illegal somewhere.

"Yes, I did and still do," She smiled, and then frowned again. "I do not have time for a personal life and will not until I leave public service."

Lubov smiled and just said. "Do not worry, you will get what you desire. I know that for a fact."

The Senator did nothing but smile back and look at the clock. It was time for the interview and the lunch to be over. Nothing had been asked as far as Anakin Skywalker was concerned and as far as Lubov cared, which she did not, was far from concern.

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