A/N: This is the person who started this insanity. And once Mon Mothma had my ear, he was bound and determined to make sure I told his story as well. What can I say? The Force is strong with my writing habit today. Gods help the more mundane and necessary tasks I'm abandoning at the moment to get this out of my system. But beware, fast, consistent updates from me are HIGHLY UNLIKELY to continue. For now, Imma just roll with it.


Gregar Typho


I'd be more worried about her doing something, then him.

As we watched them walk away from our stationary shuttle, it was hard not to perceive that something had been put in motion that day. Years of service as a security guard conditions one to take considerable notice whenever that warning pits deep in the gut. It makes you stand up, keeps you sharp, may even keep you and your assignment alive.

One fateful trip to Naboo and my stomach was churning.

The outbreak of galactic civil war and both of them returning on stretchers? No, that possibility hadn't even made the top one hundred in the list of potential outcomes roaming my head when I offered Master Kenobi my wry counsel that day at the spaceport.

And then, only a week later, barely recovered from her war wounds, the Senator harangued me with ideas of another trip to Naboo. Both of them. Together again. Completely unchaperoned. To this day, I still wonder why my gut was never triggered by his uncharacteristic lack of contribution as she argued with me up and down, sideways and back.

A quiet Anakin was always a warning sign.

Maybe I was too stunned when, in the end, she pulled rank on me.

"Captain, may I remind you that you answer to me. I'd immensely appreciate your help with the arrangements, but Anakin and I are going back to Naboo whether we have your assistance or not."

In the four years in service to her during her last term as Queen, and in the two as head of security for her as Senator, she had never once dressed me down like that. Sure, we had our share of disagreements – she thinking my concerns for her safety too extreme, my belief that her concerns were never enough – but there was always a line of respect that neither of us ever came close to toeing.

Until she finally did.

In the days after their subsequent departure, I wallowed with anxiety and resentment and bewilderment, completely confused as to what I had done to prompt such a personal affront. Dormé tried her best to soothe my hurt pride. From her gentle yet unconcerned susurrations, I knew she knew more than she was able to let on. She likely wasn't at liberty to share her suspicions. I didn't push, understanding that some things just needed to stay between my lady and her handmaidens. It wasn't until their return that I realized even she hadn't been privy to what they had collectively conspired to do once back at Varykino.

I'll never forget the total shock that reverberated through me when they sat us down and told us. My only comfort in that trying upheaval was that Dormé's face mirrored my own profound incredulity. If Dormé was caught by surprise, how could I have possibly entertained any notions that the second trip to Naboo would result in a far worse outcome than the first?

After their revelation, I stayed adrift in the astonishment far longer than Dormé. Once her disbelief wore off, she practically bounced around the apartment with an almost giddy amusement. Her enthusiasm for this dangerous secret made me edgy, and I told her as much.

"Gregar," she had said, straightening my vest in the way she always did whenever I got tense. "Love is not logical." She had smiled at me, our own delirious affection shining through. "But you already knew that."

I accepted it then. After all, I didn't really have a choice in the matter. And I wasn't interested in receiving another reminder of just who answered to who.

Though I will give them this. In some ways, Anakin's constant presence thereafter eased the dreadful knots that twisted my stomach whenever threat was rumored or arose around her. It was nice to know that, for once, I had the ally in arguments concerning safety precautions and security measures. Now, I wonder if it made me too secure, too complacent.

My gut never warned me again, especially in regards to him.


A/N: Yes, you read that correctly. Sometimes, in my head, Dormé and Typho are a thing. This may come back around again ;p