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Padmé Amidala Skywalker (i_cannot_follow) wrote in makebelievelog,

Padmé took and shook the offered the hand with a confused, but grateful look. "That's - right. I forgot about the uncanny resemblance." But that was the way of it, wasn't it? Weird things happened, people looked alike, and they weren't clones. Even if most of the transport ship was clones and, thus, the resemblance would've made sense in that context. "I'm grateful for the help. We all are."

A few shots from a nearby tower whizzed by the transport and Obi-Wan barked out a command to hold on. Padmé reached above to grip on the handles attached to the ceiling. The projection of Anakin called out, "Aim right above the fuel cells!" as the vehicles swept through an area full of towers. Commands were followed and explosions followed as they fell, droids scrambling beneath the unmanned constructs. Even if it was droids, Padmé couldn't help but feel a sense of worry. Their ship stayed aloft, but she could see troops exchanging fire below with droids.

She knew they were headed after Dooku, but her mind wasn't on the pursuit or on the exchanges the Jedi were tossing back and forth at each other. Rather, Padmé said quietly, "A battle like this. This could be the start of all-out war."

Neither of the projections of the Jedi seemed to hear her, focused on commanding the clones at the gun turrets to shoot at the docked circular ships before they had a chance to take off and retreat. "This isn't what I wanted."