The Rising

Party Part One

Chopper fumbled at his cuffs, the thing he hated most out of this monkey suit was now giving him the most grief.

He glared at the small golden trinket that claimed to be a necessary evil that went along with this fabric prison. His suit itself was black with a white shirt underneath, his tie, which had been picked out by Riyo, had slight gold and blue markings in the dark grey.

His eye caught his left hand where his wife's mark now stood proud and prominent. They had dispenced slightly with tradition choosing instead to share a mark, a simple gold rose. With the beginning of the tattoo wrapped around his left ring finger traveling around his wrist twice before leading up the inside of his arm where a beautiful blossoming gold rose stood proudly. He enjoyed showing it off when he could choosing to roll up his sleeves while in public with his wife.

Now of course the only thing he could see was the simple gold band on his left hand and the end of the stem, another reason to hate this accursed garment.

His large hands that once could take apart a blaster blindfolded and put it back together in under a minute was now fighting this loosing battle with the cufflinks.

"Do you need any help with that?" Asked a melodic voice that made him smile ear to ear.

When he looked up from his combat with the formal wear he was frozen. There in front of him was his wife, Riyo Chichi, in a simple but elegant blue dress. It had off the shoulder sleeves that not only showed off her neck and shoulders but also brought attention to her now slightly larger chest. chopper could feel his pants getting uncomfortably tight before his eyes finally caught sight of her tattooed hand rubbing her stomach that poked out of the dress giving him an undesirable urdge to do something that was not a formal party.

Riyo giggled, enjoying how she could bewitch her husband just by walking out of the fresher, her hair had been braided into a elegant braid with blue and gold icons woven into her lilac hair. Using her free hand she gently played with the end of the braid causing Chopper to whimper slightly before she loomed closer.

Chopper watched as her left hand traveled up his chest giving him the perfect view of the duplicate golden rose tattoo that looked slightly more feminine and alluring than his. Her hand game to rest right over his heart, giving him the perfect view to look down at her, his eyes bore into hers which seemed to spark with a untamable fire before her hand fell down to his wrists.

He let out a slight growl when her hand left his chest before he felt her body brush up against his. Her pregnancy hormones had been driving him mad, she had dispenced with wearing most of her usual undergarments chosing instead to cuddle up to him letting him feel her through the fabric of what ever she wore.

Her skin it seemed to become more silk like in her pregnancy as well as making it very difficult to keep his hands off of her. It wasn't until he felt her breath on his lips before he was pulled out of his very dirty thoughts.

"Are you ready to go yet?" Her voice was soft when she poke to him adding to his uncomfortable situation.

"Any chance we can.........deliberate........ before the part?" Chopper asked breathlessly as she straitened his tie, making shure her fingers trailed his chest and neck gently.

"Maybe after" she whispered inches away from his lips now enjoying the power and frustration she was causing him.

"Your not playing fair Meshla" Chopper growled causing that familiar glint of mischief in her eye to spark slightly.

"Behave and we can play latter" she retorted before suddenly moving away from Chopper grabbing her gold shawl and heading towards the door of their apartment.

Chopper was enjoying his wife's slight boldness, enjoying watch her walking away from him as well knowing what she was doing.

It was only a couple of hours later that they had arrived at the party in the Naboo Palace Gardens. They where beautiful like all of Naboo, with tall trees and rolling hills surounding the palace.

Though nothing compared to his wife's natural glow as she seemed to come alive in this realm of heaven. He had to focus so he would not be tempted to pull his wife behind some bushes like a couple of teenagers as he watched her move from group to group her body movements bewitching him yet again as she socialized.

He loved to watch her turn a group of people into putty in her hands, it seemed to be a natural gift to her. A true Beauty in his eyes.

He took a small sip of the drink he had, simple whiskey and ice, stealing himself to join his wife in small chat when he overhead a group of men talking.

"Still can't believe that gorgeous creature is taken" said an unknown male voice making Chopper grin slightly.

That was until he heard another answer the man.

"Yea, too bad she's with some clone freak"

"I heard that she had to either mary the flash copy or become some slave for a Plantoran billionaire".

"The guy was even given a promotion so she wouldn't look so bad at the Senate, can you imagine how pathetic it would be to see that doornail try any be in the same class as us".

Chopper had to take deep breaths to try and calm down.

His grip on his glass tightening causing it to squeal slightly.

"Dam wonder how much I'd have to 'invest' into this clone crap to have some alone time with her"

Crack.

Choppers grip on his glass tightened causing a slight crack in the glass letting the whiskey slowly drip out.

"Id bed her in a second, shed probably enjoy the change from that stupid monster"

Choppers eyes closed, trying to not think about that word he had come to associate himself with. He silently cursed Slick for tormenting him about his scars, even though Slick caused most of them in the battle of Geonosis. Poor leadership and poorer aim had been the cause for his scars.

"Do you think the clone wars are even worth the amount we paid for those copy's?"

"Nah. I'd assume they are worth less than the droids they are told to kill,".

"Arnt they supposed to be perfect specimens tho?"

"Ha, yea right I bet you right now if we grabbed little ms. Clone wifey and show her how real men are shed drop the clone army crap probably eve-"

Chopper had almost turned  around to beat The living crap out of this group of so called representatives, he would have enjoyed the look on their face too when they realized who they pissed off. Riyo on the other hand had managed to spot his souring mood just in time.

She had pulled him away from them before pulling his hands to her waist in an intimate manner. "Don't listen to them, they are either jealous or over compensating" she purred in his ear as she rested against him. Chopper closed his eyes taking a deep breath, her scent of lavender and citrus calming him down. "I would love to have some spar time with those jerks" he whispered to her only for her to giggle "thankfully I have you booked for our sparring practice later" she whispered making him smile and relax more.

Riyo suddenly froze in his arms, Chopper pulled away to look at her slightly worried, instead he found her gazing off into the distance her face pale.

Chopper looked to see what had her so concerned when he saw them.

Droids.

And lots of them.

From first glance he counted two squadrons with two tanks each. He didn't have to guess who was in the middle of the formation though, he had seen the spider like creature before as it tore through most of his brothers in battle.

There coming towards them was  non other than the general tinny himself.

General Grievous.

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