nebulé elcôt, one of padmé's most trusted handmaidens, is forced to go along with padme to naboo instead of staying at coruscant. in naboo, she has time to catch up with an old friend named anakin. but do they remain friends, or catch feelings? i th...
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ANGEL CHAPTER ONE THE REUNION
nebulé elcôt and padme naberrie waited patiently in the ship for their arrival to the coruscant.
they were both dressed in basic attire. padme and nebulé - being the senator and the senator's handmaiden - would've been wearing something more expressive. but with all the outburst of hate for the republic, it's safer to have two decoys take the risk instead of risking their own lives.
"are you nervous?", padme leaned over and questioned with a hint of teasing in her voice.
"nervous, why would i be nervous?", nebulé genually replied. what reason would she be nervous, she wasn't the one who was a senator.
"to see anakin again"
oh yes. that was what padme was asking about.
"i think you should be nervous, he obviously had a crush on you. besides, we had a minute long conversation", nebulé deflected the attention off of her and onto padme.
"witnesses said it was rather romantic", padme giggled as nebulé smacked her arm.
usually, that would've disturbed a senator, to be smacked so violently on the upper arm. but not padme. she and nebulé had been friends ever since padme was queen and nebulé was her handmaiden.
as their laughter died down, padme spoke truthfully, "all jokes aside, i seriously was rooting for you two"
nebulé rolled her eyes and fixated on the view of the towers they passed by. she began to think of memories she and a slave boy from tatooine shared ten years ago.
flashback
it was the first day back in space since their stop on tatooine for repairs. nebulé had heard about a slave boy who had been the one to fix the ship. she wondered about the ship as she thought, how impossible it would be for a boy only a year older than her, to repair all this?
she wondered and wondered until she came across the kitchen with a big open window. she wrapped her orange cloak around herself as she took a couple more steps toward the vast and coldness of space.
she heard chattering and panicked, thinking the glass was cracking. thankfully, it was just the nine year old boy, shivering while balled up on the couch.
nebulé spotted a spare cloak hanging on the back of the chair. she grabbed it and walked over to the boy while shaking the folded cloak open.
