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❝Why do we keep doing this?❞ I screamed at him, turning around to face him with the coldest glare I could muster.
❝You must forget them. Attach...
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• SEASON THREE | EPISODE FIVE •
THIRTY THREE.
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ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES
Only a month has passed since the scandals involving the Duchess on Coruscant. Embry and Satine left a few weeks ago, seeing as the Duchess won neutrality for the Mandalorian System with the Senate. While her endeavor to keep Mandalore out of the Clone Wars was successful, the most recent news circling was that her world now faces an economic crisis due to the raging war hindering Mandalore from receiving their vital supply shipments.
At least, all that talk involving Duchess Satine was still popular among Coruscant, considering the scandals surrounding her a month ago. Even if she was proven innocent, she was still the main topic of conversation around these parts.
I went from never having heard of her existence to now hearing about her almost every second in a matter of days since meeting her. I still haven't decided how that makes me feel.
When the Council presented me with a mission involving accompanying Padmé off world per her request, I was quite excited to get an escape from all the surrounding talk on Coruscant. Unlike my brother, I was lucky that Padmé could request me to accompany her on missions. If she were to request Anakin often, it would appear too suspicious, but we've worked together countless times now on missions, and the Council hardly ever turned down a request from her for me to accompany the Senator.
The only one I can recall they turned down was the one involving the bounty hunter's assassination attempts on her a year ago.
We all know how that turned out.
All suited up in the Naboo uniform, this was the first time Padmé was being secretive with me about where her mission was. So, if I had to guess, it was somewhere I wasn't a fan of, like Tatooine or Geonosis, or just somewhere she wasn't ready to give me excuses for like somewhere Anakin would be at my neck if he knew. I didn't pry for information; I just enjoyed the ride along and all the girl talk.
Hopefully, this has nothing to do with her slimy ex, Clovis. If that's the case, Anakin won't need to come after my neck because I may just come after my own.
At least until I noticed the coordinates plugged into her Naboo Royal Starship. The ship was already entering the planet's atmosphere, and a bitter taste flooded my mouth.
"So why all the secrecy around a diplomatic visit?" I ask, and the slightest shade of pink tints Padmé's cheeks. "Afraid I'm going to try and turn this ship around?"
"I think I'm more afraid you would chop my head off."
"And here I was thinking you were taking me somewhere Anakin would want to do that to me."
