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POLITICS bored Araminta, as most things did, but ignoring a call from Padme was never an option. After disembarking from the Coronet, Anakin and Obi-wan had left to make their report, with Araminta being left behind to her thoughts.
When she wasn't going against her nature on the front lines of war, Araminta had taken to wasting time training in the Temple. It wasn't as if she had friends lining up to spend time with her, or the Order's highest trust in planning their next move. Besides, the tearing of muscles and constant movement reminded her of a place she had called home once.
Padme had contacted her by evening, and Araminta had already showered and dressed before leaving the temple, damp hair pulled back into a bun. The sun was setting as the assassin made the walk to the Senate building, uninterrupted by anyone around her. Araminta took the turbo lift to the floor where Padme had asked for her, and stepped out, keeping her gaze low and un-fascinated by the building around her.
"Thank you for coming," Padme greeted as Araminta reached her side. "I hope I didn't interrupt any plans."
"I was just training," Araminta said with a shrug.
"You need a hobby," the Senator responded lightly.
"A hobby?" Araminta scoffed.
"Yes," Padme said simply.
Araminta rolled her eyes. "Would you tell Anakin he needs to get a hobby?"
"He already has one," Padme pointed out.
"Tinkering isn't a hobby," the assassin retorted.
Padme's face lit up. "Oh, what about painting?" she said cheerfully, brushing past Araminta's jab.
"You wish," Araminta jeered.
"It would liven up my room here," Padme told her warmly.
Araminta regarded the suggestion for a moment before shaking her head. "You called me. What happened?"
The Senator's face shifted, and she was again the proper and professional representative of Naboo. "Nothing good," Padme sighed. "It looks as if Mandalore will lose to Republic occupation."
"Is... that not a good thing?" Araminta asked cautiously.
"If the Republic does that, it will make the Death Watch look like liberators rather than terrorists," Padme responded sharply. Araminta nodded. "Sorry," the Senator relented. "Something feels off, but there's nothing I can do. We're voting tomorrow."
