Senator +2

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WHO: Padme Naberrie Amidala and YOU
WHERE: All over the place
WHAT: March catch-all
WHEN: ... March
WARNINGS: Pregnancy. Birth in later prompts.



The Vanquish

She'd certainly been awake a moment ago. And she'd certainly been on a different ship. With some difficulty, she manages to sit up and swing her feet over the edge of the bunk. One hand presses against her belly as she looks around. This is very concerning.

Getting to her feet, she steps out into the corridor of the strange ship. Decision made. There's no point in sitting around and waiting. She sets out to search the ship for an owner... or answers.

To market, to market.

They're only there for another week or so, then they'll be back where the others had come from. Needless to say, she's going to need more clothes than what she was wearing. She can be found flitting between the various markets in the nearby vicinity, stocking up on clothing, accessories, toiletries, and anything else she might need. Also luggage. She'll definitely need some luggage to pack it all in.

If she sees someone who looks like they don't quite fit in (either by their clothes or the way they're looking at everything) she'll approach them with a smile. "Hello. If I might be so bold: are you from Agra 10?"

About the City (Near the end of the month) CW for beginning labor

Once Padme had learned about the unlimited credit they'd been given, she knew she had to put it to good use. Once she'd bought all of the things she would need, she bough out several markets worth of clothes, food, and other useful items. Hiring some people and droids to help, she had them all boxed up and sent to lower-income areas of the city. She'd lived there long enough to know where it would do the best good. Things had changed in 900 years, but not that much.

Holding her belly, she gestures to a droid. "No, no. That box goes over there with the crates of food going to CoCo Town." The droid beeps and toddles off.

As it leaves, Padme frowns, swaying a little. A protocol droid approaches her, "Are you quite alright? Perhaps you should sit."

Padme nods, "Yes. Yes I think that's a good idea."

IT'S TIME! (Near end of the month) (Closed to Obi-Wan. Anyone else can sit in the waiting room.) CW: Birth (non graphic)

Padme cries out in pain, reaching out, searching for Obi-Wan's hand. "Obi-Wan... please don't leave me. I can't...." She cries out again. "I can't do this alone!"

A Jedi healer smiled kindly at Padme. "You're doing fine. You all are."

Wildcard!

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Comments

[ezra_of_lothal]

"Palpatine's a Sith so...he might have been lying with the truth a little. Maybe the Order suspected and confronted him. I don't know. Maybe Master Kenobi does. The clone troopers...turned on the Jedi, and killed a lot of them. It's not their fault. They had chips in their heads. Mind control."

He takes a deep breath. "The whole war was a great big trap."

[no_applause]

Her eyes widen and one hand covers her mouth as she listens. Palpatine a Sith? No! That couldn't be... yet she did wonder about the supposed attack on his life. Was that all part of the plan?

She shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. "No... No, that can't be true."

[ezra_of_lothal]

"I'm sorry, but it is," he replies, tone heavy but firm. "And the Sith part isn't just rumor. I'm - one of the surviving Jedi trained me," he says in more of a rush.

"I'm just a student. I haven't crossed blades with him. I'm not that good; I'm sure I'd be dead. But Palpatine wanted things from me."

He tilts his chin up, jaw setting. "I've faced him. The Emperor is a Sith Lord."

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So many things fell into place in her mind. The Chancellor blocking her from joining certain committees. Bills inexplicably being voted down. The mysterious person she'd heard in holos talking to senators.

Anakin.

She felt faint. He'd manipulated her. Used her to get closer to power. One hand groped for the wall, seeking for anything to help her keep her feet.

[ezra_of_lothal]

Belatedly, picking up some of the maelstrom of emotion through the Force, Ezra realized how much he'd just dumped on a very pregnant woman, already in tears, and trying to wrap her mind around the strangeness of being yanked across space and time.

...on top of her whole world falling apart before she even came here.

And yet, he couldn't shake the certainty that she needed to know.

He reaches out, hand hovering under her elbow, ready to try to catch her. "Padme...let's. Let's back up to the kitchen. So you can sit down." Because he didn't think the narrow bunks up ahead would be comfortable.

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Well at least he figured it out?

She'll appreciate being told later. But right now, she's overwhelmed and emotional and heartbroken... none of which is good when one is carrying twins. She nods at his suggestion, unable to speak, yet, but accepting his help to lead her there.

[ezra_of_lothal]

Once they get to the kitchen, he uses the Force to pull out a chair enough for her to sit, as he doesn't want to move away from her enough to do it by hand, until she's settled.

"I can get you some water. Or, I can make some tea. I just got some Alderaanian mint."

That's supposed to be soothing right?

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She's glad for the help. She lets him help her into a chair, one arm wrapped protectively around her belly.

The offer of tea gets a smile. "Alderaanian mint sounds absolutely lovely." She might not be able to get Senator Organa's advice right now, but maybe the reminder of him and his wonderful wife would help.

[ezra_of_lothal]

He gives a firm nod and a small smile. "Coming right up, then." And then he shuffles around the kitchen quietly, getting water heating, getting tea and cups out, and setting up a pot.

Giving her time to process everything he'd told her, in such a short time span.

[no_applause]

She watches him, taking comfort in the familiar process of making tea. At least some things are the same no matter where someone is.

Eventually, she breaks the silence. "How long have you been here?"

[ezra_of_lothal]

"Only a few weeks. A couple of weeks in Temba before the Agrii sent us off world on a....misson. A vague mission." And honestly, he'd slept a lot of his first week on Agra-10, recovering from self appointed mission back on his home worls.

"But there's people who've been caught up in this well over a year."