Thread: Star Wars:  The Dying of the Light (TheCorsair, Miss Melly)

Anakin had struggled to answer her. This hadn't been like him. When he admitted to killing Obi-Wan and tried to justify this, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. In her state of shock still as Palpatine gripped her, Anakin finally rose to her cries. He positioned himself between them, the cool pale hand slipping from Padme's delicate ivory hand. He had all he needed. Darth Sideous curled his lips in distance. She still had her Life Force. And it was quite strong. Was this due to his new young apprentice's power? How easily he could have zapped her of her energy, but Darth Vader was in a strange, emotional state at this time. He would spiral out of control. Further out of even Darth Sideous' reach. Young apprentices could easily strike their masters and the Dark Lord would never allow such a mistake to happen. When Anakin lashed, Padme found herself unable to hold herself up. She slumped back down on the white medical pod bed and placed her hands around her belly. Everything hurt and her head was starting to pound. Wetting her lips, she looked back up at him, admiring the strength and curve of his back, his tallness that she always felt a little silly standing next to. How close she had been to him, and yet somehow now, so far away. There was an alliance between these two Siths that she could never support. How could she? She had to be strong, like the strange voice had told her to do at the very least, for her baby. Had Anakin forgotten so easily about their little baby when he tried to... Padme swallowed down her fears when Darth Sideous toyed with Anakin and inquired that amends should be made between the young husband and wife. She looked up when Anakin defended her. Darth Sideous had certainly come to a point where this bored him. He had better things to do, bigger plans to make. I will leave you to your travels to Coruscant. I expect to see you there for our... new plans, he muttered and offered Padme a slippery smile and turned on his heels, his dark presence leaving the bright room. Should Anakin have turned to her, she backed up against the bed, in fear. We have to go to back to Coruscant? She asked, her soft voice pleading with Anakin. How could she face her Republic? Where did her position even stand now? Could she still serve as Senator in what it had become? Naboo! Why couldn't they go there. Anakin, let's go to Naboo. Remember? The picnic near the waterfalls and in the meadows, she inquired gently and attempted to stand and approach him. She looked down to his black glove. Very carefully, Padme attempted to take his hand in her own. I don't feel safe in Coruscant, not even in our apartment, please. So much is changing so fast. Obi-Wan... he can't be dead. He wouldn't have done this! He cared about you, Anakin. He cared about us. He... he knew, Padme already missed their own little world. Why couldn't they have stayed their longer? R2 beeped softly and C-3PO approached the room, silent at Anakin's side. The lava is growing quite unstable around our docking position Master Skywalker. Padme turned her back to Anakin and attempted to create a distance between them. She couldn't even look at him. This person was not her Anakin. This Vader person, was not the kind husband she once knew. He was beginning his descent and Padme was simply at a lose. Idly, her hand began to stroke her belly in deep thought. It appeared she did not want to be disturbed. Whether Anakin left or not, Padme would find herself falling asleep on the uncomfortable bed, shivering against the cool travels of entering the stars above.