Love never dies

Chapter 15

"Palpatine..." I groan, my head throbbing.

I'd recognise that voice anywhere. It's the voice that ensnared and poisoned the minds of half of the Senate. The voice that masked it's ulterior motives with masks of kindness and deception. The voice that ensnared Anakin, destroyed the Jedi Order, the Republic, everything.

I would know this voice anywhere.

As the clouds of blackness dissipate from my vision, I see the Supreme Chancellor, or should I say, Emperor, regarding me with a hint of satisfaction etched upon his wax like complexion. We're in a room with sweeping, curved, obsidian walls, all curving towards Emperor Paininthebutt himself. A large window oversees the familiar, bustling traffic and skyscrapers of Coruscaunt, a huge industrial panorama. I try to move forward, only to find that my legs and arms are bound together behind me. At the sight of my struggling, Palpatine emits a small laugh. "You're a smart woman Padme, so you should be able to figure out that you aren't going anywhere." he smirks.

I ignore him. "Not even wondering why you're here?" Palpatine taunts, sarcasm at the edge of his voice, "Well, someone's had a change of character. Remember, when you used to criticise my every move in the Senate? I had to dispatch several bounty hunters then to finish you off, yet you still prevailed, remaining a constant burden for me."

I roll my eyes, storing away the whole bounty hunter thing for further use. Could come in useful at some point. "Although I have to admit, you were a key instrument in turning Vader to the dark side. For that, I thank you." he adds.

"YOU WHAT?" I yell, my stony silence gone.

Palpatine laughs at my outburst "Oh, but I'm sure he told you about his nightmares about you, what was it again...ah yes, you dying in childbirth. Rather ingenious on my behalf, don't you think?"

It hits me like an obese Bantha. "The nightmares, the visions..." I gasp "You gave them to Anakin!"

Palpatine smirks "Yes, and because of that, it was just to easy to make Darth Vader. So I guess I should thank you. But, alas, I do have more grudges against you."
Ah, the internal ramblings of Emperor Palpatine.
"You see," Palpatine continues "If you hadn't raced after Vader to Mustafar, Obi Wan wouldn't have snuck onto your shuttle. If Obi Wan hadn't snuck onto your shuttle, then Vader wouldn't be in that suit, which severely limits his physical manoeuvrability. So eventually, yes I will have to dispose of him before I find a new apprentice. But that's just the way it is, yes."

For a minute, all I can hear is my own heart beating. I don't know why I'm so surprised. After all, Palpatine effectively disposed of Count Dooku for this purpose. Why wouldn't he do the same to Anakin? But then, who would he have in mind for his new apprentice.

"Oh, I was thinking along the lines of...your child perhaps!" Palpatine laughs.
"What? No!" I gasp. "How?"
Palpatine sinks back into the Internal Ramblings of Emperor Palpatine. "Ah, wouldn't that be spectacular? Father and child, fighting to the death. If the child wins, they will take their father's place at my side. If the father wins, well...maybe I'll think twice about killing him."
His sadistic laugh fills my ears.

No.

Luke would never fight his father.

Neither would Leia.

Wait.

Does Palpatine know I have twins?

Wait.

He can read my mind.

I quickly put away the thoughts of my children away. I can't let Palpatine know anything. Even if it kills me.

"Okay, great." I snap. Let's try the sarcastic approach. "So you want my child to kill Vader, or vice versa. Remind me exactly why I'm here again and not, you know, dead?"

Palpatine raises his eyebrows in mock surprise. "Oh yes, we haven't got to that part yet. Allow me to explain for you."
He stands up and walks over, removing a datapad from his robes at the moment. He types in a few commands and within moments, a holoimage springs up of writing, chemical compounds, numbers, diagrams and a bunch of other things that only an extreme technician would figure out. He obviously notices the confusion on my face, because he enlightens me. "So, in case you were wondering Amidala, this data was obtained from a sample of your blood. And in it, I found something quite intriguing. Your midichlorian count. Wonder why?"

My blood freezes. A snippet of conversation, obscured by medicinal drugs, between Vader and an officer comes floating back to me ...her count, it's high sir, very high...
Oh force. Now Vader's urgency is explained. "Oh no..." I whisper.

"Oh yes," Smirks Palpatine, malice etched along his sunken face "You apparently have a high force sensitivity. Which means, unfortunately, that I have to kill you now."

A/N: DUN. DUN. DUUUUNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE CLIFFHANGER! I'm nearing the end of this story (no!) and to keep you guys hooked, the next chapters will be quite short. I'm so evil. Just know, I'm doing this all to protect you. Because I love you all.

And that, ladies and gentlemen is how you quote ROTS!

Question: I might do a fanfiction based on what I know about BB-* and RE

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ladies_of_starwars (Hannah)