WHO: Padmé Amidala and OTA WHEN: November 26 | 11:30 am WHERE: Downtown WHAT: Padmé’s arrival, dun-dun-duuuun. STAUTS: Incomplete RATING: TBA
Padmé was not happy. The last thing she wanted right now was protection, she wasn’t worried about her own safety, what mattered to her was getting answers. She especially did not want protection from the Jedi; right now she didn’t trust them – were they really that blind? Were they so arrogant that they didn’t think one of their number could do such a thing?
She paced in her apartment. She shouldn’t have come back, if she hadn’t then Cordé and all the others would still be alive. Now she was staying put, she wasn’t about to run away and let their deaths be in vain. Now she would be louder in the Senate.
If they thought a few assassination attempts were going to stop her, they were wrong. She had people depending on her, and she was not about to let democracy fail. The idea of an army was wrong – violence only lead to more violence. There was always another way. There had to be some way of making everyone else see that. They had survived for years and years without a army, why did they need one now?
There was always another way.
She kept pacing and then…
Her eyes widened in confusion. This was not her apartment, she was standing in the middle of what looked like a street, but she didn’t recognize it. Was Count Dooku behind this, was he even capable of something like – whatever this was.
Padmé felt a small knot of fear forming in the pit of her stomach. Whatever this was it was not good.