[OBITUARY] A.S

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•.[STAR WARS].•
21 BBY
The Clone Wars
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"We are in the midst of a war Senators. I urge you to not think and dive into your choices due to senseless and desperate measures - but think with strategy and discernment. The separatist's droid army is growing stronger and vigorous as the days go by. I urge you yet again, that now is not the time for mistakes, and those that do make mindless and ignorant faults will be identified. Now is not the time to be driven by opinions Senators, we are all on the same side here, please remember that."

Odessa could recognise that hardy and stern voice anywhere, the way it boomed and echoed through the vast room full of people listening carefully. It was hardly faltering, serious yet filled with emotions. She always favoured that ability of hers, to speak out in public and make a room go complete and utterly silent. As a woman she had grown a reputation over the years for lacking gentleness and sympathy when she spoke, but rather sharpness and urgency. She didn't mess around when it came to speaking as a powerful and political figure, especially when it came to the war.

The frame switched from the grand hall to Odessa and Anakin's apartment back in Corscucent, the brunette being seen marching heavily through the room, in the same clothing she had moments ago spoken in. She remembered this day, her mannerism's and appearance being enough for Odessa to recognise this was only a few weeks in the clone wars, the early yet crucial stages of the rebellion.

She was noticeable a lot slimmer here, her cheeks hollowed and skin slightly paler and without a glow. Her hands shock simply from just clutching onto the necklace rapped around her neck, the necklace which Anakin had given to her all those years ago. Odessa sat on the couch, her eyes staring ahead but not really there at all. She was in another world, being around the time Anakin had been forced to leave to fight for weeks and weeks on end.

She was a nervous reck, her body filled and fuelled with longing for someone who wasn't there. Odessa remembered when she felt like this, completely useless to promising her newly husband's safety. She had married him, the love of her live, dived in head first into a life of secrecy and then being complete and utterly left alone. She missed Anakin, the hints of regret and nerves being something she couldn't push away. Being Queen she was consumed by duties, her tired and frail body being a clear depiction of the endless nights of work and meetings.

Eating and self care was pushed to the side, whilst matters and responsibilities were placed at the front. You could say she had gotten even more harsher due to the war, stupid decision by some of her fellow colleagues making her unable to accept anything other than the best. She didn't understand how saving lives and minimising pain and suffering wasn't the pain concern.