This story takes place after the first(!) season of Andor. (I'll be disproved by the second season in 2025, I'm sure! :D )

Mon Mothma x male OC

I'm planning this fic to be brutal now, so there's bound to be blood. Also, it will be endlessly romantic, cute in some parts, scary in others, and it won't lack sex either.

And PEW PEW, because it's STAR WARS. ^^

I love this world, but I'm not an expert, if I'm writing stupid stuff or slanting it because the story requires it (e.g. Mon Mothma here is around 30 yo), then forgive me!

Do the same with all my mistakes with grammer. I'm not a native English speaker, but do my best. ;*

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Mon Mothma walked down the dimly lit corridor unsteadily. She was escorted by armed droids on either side. She adjusted her bone-coloured coat nervously and by the time they reached the door, she entered with a confident stance.

She must have been in a private wing of a command ship. She had seen one before on a hologram, but had never been on one herself. Mon Mothma hadn't set foot on any Star Destroyers, and try as she might, she couldn't recall why she was here now.

On the other side of the black-walled room, the vast expanse of space opened up through huge windows. A hooded figure stood before the millions of stars, his hands clasped behind his back. He looked familiar.

She looked as an X-wing manoeuvring in front of her desperately tried to avoid the dozens of lasers heading towards it. The senator stepped closer. Another thing, she has seen only on hologram before.

One of the droids gave her a hard shove from behind, and she looked back in shock.

The hooded figure raised a hand, and they stepped back. Mon did not understand the situation. It was very rare for her to do so, but she would have never showed it. She tried to remain calm.

'Luthen, what are you doing here? What is this about? I told you, I was going to look for you.'

The man took off his hood and turned around.

'Luthen' Palpatine's scratchy voice cut the air like a knife. Mon looked like she'd been electrocuted.

The emperor settled down in his comfortable chair, laughing. He was quite amused at the senator's confusion.

'Emperor Palpatine... If I... . If I may...'

'Tell me about him. After all, that's why we're here. Remember?'

No, she didn't remember. In fact, she couldn't recall any memory. She glanced around unconsciously.

'There's only one exit,' his voice boomed out, and Mon craned her head just to see the X-wing explode into atoms in the dark sky. She shuddered, but managed to swallow back her reaction. Her face tightened anyway as Palpatine's eyes darkened aswell.

'Luthen'

'An... old friend of mine from Chandrila. He's a banker I sometimes go to for professional advice. Reliable and precise.'

'Why are you lying, Mon?' Perrin suddenly asked. She did not know what was happening. Her husband must not have been in the room.

'Tell him, Mon! You don't have to keep secrets from the Emperor. Luthen, the rebellion...'

Mon wanted to tear her husband's head from his neck to shut him up immediately. How could he know about Luthen anyway?

She took a step forward, showing a sign of self-confidence, she did not have actually.

Suddenly, she looked at Perrin with pure anger. She could kill him at the moment.

Then she took a deep breath. A very big breath.

'Luthen… He's my lover. Unfortunately, my husband has been unable to fulfil his duties for many years, so I have tried to make up for it in other ways. Luthen is a great... a very skilled... mate. I visited him several times a week' Mon lied with surprising ease. What kind of politician would she be if she could not?

'You will understand, sir, that I wished to keep this confidential and would in no way have brought it to your attention. I have exercised the utmost discretion for the sake of Chandrila and my own reputation. And, of course, for the sake of my husband's reputation aswell. Even if he considers it a rebellion against him' she pushed the word as glanced sideways. Fortunately, Perrin was finally unable to speak out of shock.

'According to this, Senator, you are in the privileged position of being unaware of the atrocities inflicted on our empire by the activities of a certain rebel cell?'

'Atrocities?' Mon asked back, surprise forced into her voice. 'I was, of course, informed about the Ferrix incident. Unfortunate-'

'Unfortunate. You'd think a senator would be better informed than that.'

Mon was looking for the right words. 'Congress takes up a lot of my time. The majority of senators are not aware of... of…'

Palpatine stared at her with a blank expression, then ordered the guards in a cold tone. Then he looked her in the eye again.

'I must apologize. Although we politicians rarely admit when we make mistakes. Still, I was hasty in my judgment of this... friend of yours. I confess, I was highly suspicious of his activities and the frequency with which he met you, Senator. You'll understand there must be a thousand reasons for such a regularity.'

Two storm troopers suddenly stepped in front of her and dropped something heavy at her feet. Mon went breathless. Luthen's lifeless body touched the toe of her shoe.

'Luthen Rael. One of the leaders of the rebellion you financed, dear. Can you tell me what part the little Vel, Bail Organa, or your childhood playmate Tay Kolma, played in all of this? Or should I bring up their bodies aswell?'

Mon stood petrified and shook her head in denial. No sound came out of her throat.

Palpatine beckoned wearily, and the next minute three more bodies were thrown in front of Mon Mothma. Three persons she truly loved. Her body drenched in sweat.

Organa's body was even more torn up than Luthen's. Vel's neck barely held her head. She was snow-white and bloodless. And Tay... Tay's eyes looked straight up at her.

It was over. It was all over.

Her dizzyness grew and she almost vomited.

'N… No... You misunderstand...' her voice was little more than a whisper. Palpatine let it go by his ear.

Mon raised her eyes to him once again, but then her strength left her and she fell to her knees.

'Mon' Perrin said softly as he walked over and took her face in both hands. 'Everything will be all right now. There is no one who knows about it anymore. You don't have to hide, you don't have to lie. You're a good person, Mon. The Emperor has forgiven you. You and I have a clean slate. Just you and me. The two of us.'

She let him stand her up in a daze, and keep her on her feet. Then terror crossed her eyes.

'Where is Leida?' she asked desperately. 'Where is my daughter?' She tried to push him away, but he was stronger. 'Leida! Leida!'

'It's all right' Perrin's calm voice was in contrast to the horror she was going through.

'Mon, can you hear me?'

'Leave me alone! Leida!'

'Mon, wake up! You need to wake up!'

Her eyes wide open and for a minute she couldn't make sense of what she was seeing. The decorations on the dark ceiling of her bedroom were the first thing she recognised. Then the bed, softly hugging her. Finally, Perrin's sleepy, tousled head. He sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her cheek softly. She could tell he was just waking up.

Mon pushed herself up slowly. She was soaking wet. Her hair was sticking to her face.

'You miss her. I know' he said, and squeezed her hand again before releasing her. She nodded.

Perrin stood up and walked out of the room slowly. After closing the door behind him, Mon buried her face in her hands.

They hadn't slept in the same bed in a long time now. His rooms were in the opposite wing of the embassy. Still, he came here at her screaming, not for the first time. If nothing else, Mon Mothma appreciated that about him.

Their daughter had left for Chandrila only a few days ago to stay with her future husband's family until the wedding day. Until the wedding, the thought of which gnawed at her insides like a disease.

Her marriage was not a happy one. After the excitement, the taste of adventure and the delirium of being independent of family had passed, it soon became clear that she and Perrin had nothing in common. Of course, this would have become apparent even if they had had time to get to know each other. In Chandrila, however, this was not a tradition. She vowed that her daughter would not have to go through that. The realization, the disappointment and the cold grayness that would follow. The emptyness.

But the engagement happened because she couldn't keep her word and Leida left. She seemed happy about it. But their relationship had deteriorated so much over the years that Mon could not be sure if she was showing her her true colours.

This was, of course, her fault. She tried to protect her family by distancing herself from them. She wasn't sure if that helped, but she had no other way. Maybe if they didn't know anything, they wouldn't seem important if trouble happened. However, she didn't want to think about that 'trouble'.

She missed Leida, yes. But that wasn't the cause of her nightmares. Of course, Perrin didn't need to know that.

With soft steps she walked into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. A few tears mingled with the water, and the sound of sobbing was drowned out by the sound of the jet of water.