Just some cute Bighero6 fluff/smut -NOW- with star wars father Vader :)

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"You have been remarkably quiet throughout the meeting," Mon Mothma said, keeping her voice low enough so only Bail could hear her.

Past them the other senators that had followed Mon Mothma's call for this meeting, filed out of the small meeting room. Bail eyed them with a desperate longing, wishing he hadn't come, or at least managed to leave before the Chandrilan Senator had the opportunity to corner him.

"I had nothing to add to what was being said," he replied, evasively.

"It is very unlike you to remain silent on something like this massacre of peaceful protesters. Bail, this is only the last in a long line of atrocities committed by the Emperor. They opened fire on unarmed civilians!"

"I am aware," Bail replied, feeling tired.

"Now the same may happen on Ryloth," Mon Mothma forged on. "While rebellious activity remains confined to single planets, it is easy for the Empire to stomp out such rebellion with sheer force. If we don't stand united with them, they will suffer the same fate. But once we take a stand together, the Emperor will have to hear us. Now is the time to make a stand."

Bail tried to focus on Mon Mothma's words to banish the memory of Luke writhing under the relentless punishment he had to bear on his father's behalf, that seemed to be etched in his retina and haunted him in every waking moment.

"I know what happened to your son," Mon Mothma said, her voice softer as if he knew what plagued him. "It is outrageous that the Emperor and Vader are holding him, but they'd never dare to harm him. This is only a scare tactic. I urge you, let me talk about this unwarranted arrest in the senate. I am certain that they will return your son if the public pressure becomes too much. Besides, wouldn't he want you to continue your work?"

Bail wasn't sure how well he managed a neutral expression. But he wouldn't, couldn't tell Mon Mothma what he had been forced to witnessed mere days ago.

"There can be no more hesitation, Bail," Senator Mothma implored. "We cannot remain silent this time. And once we've exhausted all other peaceful and diplomatic means. We must act. For the galaxy. For Luke!"

"I will support your petition," Bail said, trying to ignore the echo of Luke's pained screams in the back of his mind. "But don't expect more than that, please."

Mon Mothma seemed satisfied for now and Bail wasted no time to leave. He dived into the next alcove, to avoid bumping into anyone else. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. The senate gathering hadn't even started yet and he felt already tired and worn out.

He couldn't understand why any of his erstwhile allies still bothered to turn to him. In the months after Luke's disappearance, he had given way to the Imperials' demands little by little. Some knew like Mon Mothma that Luke had been taken by Vader. But more yet had believed the story that he and Breha had been forced to release, that Luke had come along willingly. Many of his allies had criticized and shunned him for it.

The same was true on his homeworld. He knew that his approval in the populace was dwindling and rightly so. More often than not, Bail now faced enraged shouts of unhappy citizens whenever he had to attend public appearances for giving his son freely to the Imperials. For being the Emperor's puppet and a traitor to all Alderaan stood for.

They were right to do so, Bail though viciously. He deserved every bit of it. He was weak and no longer fit to lead them.

"Senator?"

Bail looked up, having been absorbed in the memo that Mon Mothma had passed him. His attaché, Captain Antilles, looked at him with an unusually dark face. They sat sequestered away in the small repulsorpod, reserved for the delegation from Alderaan. The familiar background noise of thousands of voices speaking in low tones during the short break of the senate session that resonated through the cavernous room, floated to his ears.