Padmé Naberrie Amidala (
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Can you hear me calling?
Who: Padmé Amidala and YOUUUUUUUUUU!
What: Padmé's just trying to get into the swing of things around Mayfield. That and there's quite a bit of new information about the future that she has to come to terms with.
Where: The Park
When: February 17th, afternoon.
Warnings: None that I can think of right now!
[There was so much to take in. Too much, if she really wanted to think about it. Padmé was one who knew just how quickly a situation could change, and normally she was fairly good at adapting to the changes.
But could this truly qualify as normal?
Being spirited away to some strange world on her wedding night was bad enough- but coming face to face with her future daughter, and said daughter telling her of the horrors to come; of death, and destruction, and the endless pain of loss and separation... to say Padmé felt tired was a slight understatement.
But she couldn't fall asleep. Sleep felt useless at the moment, when there was so much to think about. To rationalize.
So she walked. Padmé made her way through the park; it was beautiful, but still held nothing compared to her home of Naboo. Looking somewhat distant, she seated herself on a bench and stared ahead.]
What: Padmé's just trying to get into the swing of things around Mayfield. That and there's quite a bit of new information about the future that she has to come to terms with.
Where: The Park
When: February 17th, afternoon.
Warnings: None that I can think of right now!
[There was so much to take in. Too much, if she really wanted to think about it. Padmé was one who knew just how quickly a situation could change, and normally she was fairly good at adapting to the changes.
But could this truly qualify as normal?
Being spirited away to some strange world on her wedding night was bad enough- but coming face to face with her future daughter, and said daughter telling her of the horrors to come; of death, and destruction, and the endless pain of loss and separation... to say Padmé felt tired was a slight understatement.
But she couldn't fall asleep. Sleep felt useless at the moment, when there was so much to think about. To rationalize.
So she walked. Padmé made her way through the park; it was beautiful, but still held nothing compared to her home of Naboo. Looking somewhat distant, she seated herself on a bench and stared ahead.]
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She's so young and claims to be inexperienced. I don't know how she became the lone mechanic on a transport ship. It's impressive is what it is.
[Sorry, this is all he's been talking about all day.]
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That's quite impressive. As I'm sure you've told her.
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[Movement from the side of the path catches his attention. He felt the presence of the young woman sitting there but he hadn't paid her any mind until she moved. Now he's ultra-aware of the familiarity he feels from her, though when he looks he knows he's never seen her before.
She's beautiful. So much like Leia...
He doesn't realize he's staring, though his pace has changed and he's gone quiet.]
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[She'll have to have to meet this woman. She pauses though when she see's Luke looking off to the side.
.....oh. Well. This...
It had to happen sooner or later. She touches his arm for a moment. To get his attention and to get him to stop walking.]
Luke.
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What's going on?
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[She pauses for a moment after repeating his name. This is going to be strange.]
I was trying to think how to tell you this, when....
You remember Wes ...is from a different time then us.
Well that woman over there.
[She nods to where Padmé is looking over at them.]
Is from our home as well. But from earlier....before the Emperor took over. I was talking to her not too long ago.
[She takes his arm and leads him over towards Padmé. She nods to her, the calm face of a practised politician.]
Luke. This is Padmé Amidala. She is senator to the planet Naboo.
....she is also our mother.
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The resemblances were there- they warm her heart, and yet fill her with an incredible sadness. To think of the world they grew up in...]
Hello, Luke. [She offers the smallest of smiles.] Leia.
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Of course he'd known who she was all along. The familiarity he felt is clear now. How could she have been anyone else? And yet the shock of it has left him unable to move or breathe or do anything.
It isn't until she says his name that Luke finally snaps out of it and understands what it is he's feeling. It's as if instinct has taken over from a suppressed childhood.
He's already stepped over to Padmé before he really knows what he's doing and at that point it's too late to change his mind. The tears are already streaming and now he must hide his face in her shoulder. That's what Mother is there for, right? To protect him. His body is racked with uncontrollable sobs.]
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Being nothing more than a new bride, having children of her own was no more than some distant fantasy. Something wonderful, yet terrifying all the same.
Padmé loves children. She loves spending time with her two small nieces. But these two adults certainly aren't quite as small and dependent as Pooja and Ryoo.
... Then why does it feel so right to rap her arms tightly around Luke, holding him and making soft, soothing sounds?]
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He knew this town did horrible, sadistic things, but this has really taken the cake. Now she's here. She's real and comforting and being the mother he should have had. Only now, when this is all over, he'll have to say goodbye to her.
The sense of impending abandonment is so powerful, it's crippling. Luke is frozen to this spot, shaking and holding tight to Padmé, as if she's going to disappear at any moment.]
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This is... unbelievable.
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It's a sad smile. To him this meeting is nothing but bittersweet.
He looks like he wants to say something but his throat is still tight and he elects to stay quiet for now, instead wiping his eyes on his shirt sleeve and then looking to Leia with that panicked look he had a second ago.]
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It...really is.
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How are you?
[The mighty Senator, at a loss for words. Padmé purses her lips worriedly, a small frown forming on her face.]
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Could be better.
I feel like I know you but-... that's not possible.
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....I remember her. ...somewhat. And there seems to be little that is impossible. Especially here.