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HeKilledYounglings Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 7/23/07 6:41pm Subject: The Broken Shell -- COMPLETED (Epilogue added) - Date Edited: 6/26/08 5:49pm (5 edits total) Edited By: HeKilledYounglings
	Title: The Broken Shell Author: CG Aka HeKilledYounglings Summary: Sequel to The First Time (My other story, the AU of Revenge of the Sith in which Anakin chooses differently in fulfilling the prophecy when he overthrows Palpatine, to unite with Obi Wan Kenobi against an out of control Jedi Order to defeat Master Yoda and Mace Windu, who is left burning beside a bank of flowing lava on Mustafar. Anakin is named Emperor of the Grand Republic, but because of his ruthless ambitions, and brutal murders at the Jedi Temple, he loses the love of the woman he did it for: Senator Padme Amidala. The story continues as an at-his-wit's-end, Anakin, tries in vain to win Padme's heart again. Her slender fingers raked through the sand, catching a handful in her palm. She watched as the dark brown grains slipped through her closed fist, like time, as she laid beside a sparkling blue ocean where the waves battered her listless body, the sun painted her flesh gold, and streaked the coils of her dark hair at the nape of her neck, and along her face, bright yellow. The sound of laughter rang out. She stirred, opening her closed eyes. Two plump happy looking four year-olds sank into the sand behind her, pulling and tugging at her arms. "Play with us mommy," the girl yelled. A wave crashed over them. And just behind, the little girl's father instantly stood, his eyes checking to see if they were alright. They were. He sat down again, the heels of his booted feet digging into the sand as he motioned the child to distance herself from the rising tide. "Come, Leia," he said. The girl ran toward him, chubby legs running as fast as they would carry her, smiling, arms wide. He smiled. Suddenly, a handful of sand crashed into the back of his head. He turned, grabbing the boy Luke, by the arms, and slung him over his shoulder playfully. "How come you never play with mommy?" Luke asked, giggling. Children had a way of saying things that were never to be said aloud. Anakin knew his wife Padme heard. Still she did not move, lost in her thoughts. "Come... Padme," Anakin called. He stood again, suddenly ready to leave. He towered over the two children, who clamoured to hang from his legs. A gleam of sweat trickled down the center of his chest to his abdomen. He pulled the towel he carried from around his neck and wiped it away. "Padme!" he called again. She heard him. He knew she heard him. Anakin watched her. Expensive jewelry adorning her neck, brass bangles on her arms. Beautiful and slender, her hips rising from the curve of her waist like a small bell. The sheer empire style covering she wore over her two piece suit clung to her like a second skin, seaweed from the tide wrapped around her legs and feet . His eyes were forever drawn to his Padme. She could enter a room and he would lose focus, his mind roaming wherever she went, his spirit walking in the echoes of her footprints, wishing he could hold her hand and go wherever she were going... even if only, to another room. "Move her," Anakin ordered, signaling a nearby storm trooper, dressed in standard white armour with a cooling system inside. So sad to be him, a storm trooper, Padme thought. So sad to stand knee deep in so much beauty, never to taste the salty sea air. Her husband was a cruel man. Cruel to everyone...including her. The storm trooper grabbed Padme by the arm and pulled her to her feet. Another pulled seaweed from her ankles as though she were a crystal doll to be handled and treated with uptmost care. Her head rose and Anakin turned. He seldom met her eyes, he couldn't bear to see the emptiness, desperation and hatred he saw within them. Padme gave him a resentful look as she fingered the jewelry around her neck. Jewelry she had fastened about her, believing it to be a gift. Something to cover the permanent scars left on her neck from where her husband's hands nearly crushed her fragile bones a little more than four years ago. A gift, that wasn't a gift at all... but something that came with a heavy price. An electrical signal embedded in some of the stones prevented her from leaving the compound. From moving beyond the garden. Anakin hadn't meant to hurt her. He didn't want her to leave. Without the necklace she would go and never return. She would devastate their children, sacrificing their happiness for her own. It wasn' that she didn't love them, it was the fact that she hated him just that much. Enough to leave her own children behind. But somehow he sensed she couldn't. Thinking him a murderer of children. Which in reality, is exactly what he was, he thought, the blood in his veins running cold. He slowed, allowing her to walk by, nose in the air. So bitter... so very bitter, he thought. And there was nothing he could do. Nothing he could do to change what was already done. What did she want from him? Did she want him to be the one who died at the bank of the lava river on Mustafar? Luke and Leia bustled past him and raced to their mother, each taking a hand. Luke whined then tugged the side of her gown. She pulled him from the ground to rest on her hip, while Leia dawdled behind, reaching, longing to be held too. Leia wasn't the only one who wanted to be held. Anakin raced ahead and scooped the girl into his arms. She calmed, eyes on the brink of tears. He turned to Padme and saw her shoulders stiffen as he heared. His lips tightened. "I'll be leaving tomorrow." "Good," came the short reply. Murderer... His shoulders fell. "Don't fall asleep. I'll be visiting your bedroom tonight." "Whatever your wish," she coldly replied. "Emperor." This was typical of how love making was initiated. He'd warn her some hours ahead to mentally prepare herself for his visit. He would arrive, she'd wear cold cream on her face, or some other appallingly disgusting mixture. He would order her to remove it and she would come back to bed, fresh as an ocean breeze. He would hold her, kiss her, love her... While Padme pretended she was dead. At least until it was over. Then Anakin would back out of her room unable to tear his eyes away from the soft image of her body sprawled beneath the luminous stream of moonlight shining through her window. But alas, duty called. There were systems to conquer. He couldn't linger there forever...longing to possess a heart he would never have again. Anakin walked quietly into Padme's room. She sat on the edge of the bed, curtains from the canopy drawn. He stared through the sheer fabric at her exposed back. 'Good. There would be none of that awful tussling,' he thought. He pulled his black leather glove from his hand and casually tossed it aside. Then peeled out of his clothes. She turned her head ever slightly, to look over her shoulder, a sigh escaping her lips. He walked around, drawing the curtains wide enough to allow him to pass through, his knees sinking into the cushions of the bed. He didn't look at her, nor she at him. Instead, he pressed a hand to her shoulder and pushed her back, clamoring over her stiffened body awkwardly. He laid there a moment, then leaned to kiss her. But Padme turned her head away. He cupped her chin, turning her face back to him, then settled his lips over hers. She closed her eyes, and drifted...somewhere else til it was over. Soon he was dressed and on his way to systems unknown. 'Typical. So typical,' she thought. Padme laid in bed, her fingers toying with the broken blue shell she found on the beach. She moved the curtain from the canopy back, looking around to ensure he was gone. She left the soft cushion of the bed then drew her robe from a nearby chair and covered herself, waiting for the noisy children to sneak to her bedroom, as they always did when he was out of the house. -----signature----- The Tower (Darth Vader) romance http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27096388/p1/ ANAKIN AND PADME'S FIRST TIME http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/26935775/p1 Read the whole story of Vader's New Love via Profile
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FitJedi Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 7/23/07 8:14pm Subject: RE: The Broken Shell (sequel to "The First Time" an A/P drama/romance/angst)
	So sad to see this once happy couple so unhappy and cold hearted towards each other. One can only wonder if happiness can shine again between these two.
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HeKilledYounglings Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 7/23/07 8:59pm Subject: RE: The Broken Shell (sequel to "The First Time" an A/P drama/romance/angst) - Date Edited: 6/22/08 12:40pm (2 edits total) Edited By: HeKilledYounglings
	Two cherubs sat on the edge of Padme's bed. She closed her eyes, shutting images of Anakin in her bed only moments prior, out of her head. Leia bit into a seeded breadstick, and Luke climbed onto his mother's lap and gazed at her face, his eyes almost ancient. "Mommy... are you mad at daddy?" Padme gave the boy a surprised look, then calmed, eager to soothe his worries away. "No. I love daddy." It pained her to say it. But who was she to be selfish? Who was she to upset her little one? It wasn't his fault. He didn't ask to have them as parents. "Why would you think I was mad at daddy?" She leaned toward the boy, a softened look in her eyes, lips almost smiling. "I don't know," Luke replied. "Sometimes..." he started. "Can I have a cracker?" Padme sighed. "Not before bed." Luke turned, pointing at Leia. "But Leia has a cracker." Leia broke a piece and passed it to her brother. He stuffed the torn breadstick into his mouth with chubby fingers. "Guys it's late and mommy is tired." She was always tired, and felt bad using that excuse once again to be alone. "NO!" Leia wailed, fist pounding one of her pillows. "I don't wanna go to bed! Unfair! Unfair!" she growled. Padme gave the girl a stern look. "Oh... we'll have none of that, young lady," Padme barked. She pulled the little one from the bed and dragged her down the hall to her miniature room. She would not have Leia acting like her father. Not now not ever. Padme didn't have to say it. The girl sensed it. Her mother sat her on the edge of her little bed, then leaned toward her face, eyes searching. Leia's lips begin to tremble, but she held back... fingers squeezing a nearby plush toy. Padme pulled the child into her arms and hugged her tight. "I'm not angry with you. But please, control your temper." Leia calmed, then pulled her feet into the bed. Luke ran across the room and jumped in his own. The house they lived in was big enough for the children to have their own rooms. Their father WAS the "emperor" after all. And had access to untold wealth. But the children were close, wanting each other for support, especially on nights when their parents fought. Nights when Padme's cries filled the hollow walls of their house. Nights when "mommy" threatened to leave when Daddy got too close. Or times when he threatened to hurt her with violence, or her cries fell silent because he'd done something neither child could name. But always... always, he'd tell her how much he loved her. But mommy never replied in kind. The awful names she called him... murderer. "You killed those children! You killed the Republic! You destroyed your friends and the Order!" things neither Luke or Leia could or wanted to confirm was true, especially at so young an age. But still, they feared him, their father. All he need do is call them by name and all bad behavior fell to the wayside. If "daddy" was a child murderer, then they better not ever step out of line for fear of what he might do. And daddy was big and tall, and stronger than all the other men around him. Who listened with palpable fear when he spoke. Padme tucked the little ones in, then walked to her bedroom. Her lonely, empty bedroom with the arched ceiling, canopy bed, expensive decor. He could give her the galaxy... and had, but nothing could make her happy. Nothing could undo the unnecessary things he had done "for her". Things she could never forgive herself for. Anakin thought himself so powerful, being emperor now. But she hadn't loved him for what he would become, but for who he was. The little Jedi from Tattoine. She had already served as queen, she had already served as senator. Those things meant nothing to her. If only Anakin had understood this before he led the massacre that resulted in the death of so many of their friends, including the younglings. He had no right to children of his own, after what he had done. Someday, she'd take her children away. Someday she'd make things right. But still, she sometimes felt as though she loved him. These were feelings she buried deep. Feelings she even kept from herself. If only he'd let go, just a little... just enough so that she' could spread her wings and fly away. But he never gave her a choice. And then there were rumors of various atrocities. His strained relationship with his former Master, Obi Wan Kenobi. Things were growing tense between them, but luckily OBi Wan still had a measure of influence, in keeping Anakin in check. Padme left the children to their rooms then traveled down the hall again. She walked through her bedroom door and saw a shadow hovering near her bed. Her breath caught in her throat until, she realized Anakin had come back. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "Obi Wan," he answered. Padme slipped out of her robe then tossed it on a nearby chair. She wore a nightgown, that hugged the curves of her slim figure. He turned, not looking at her. Not wanting to upset her again. She climbed in bed and turned the light out. "I suppose... you and Obi Wan did aggressive negotiations?" "Obi Wan is only doing his job. Keeping the peace. If he can do that, then yes, I'll keep from crushing the insurgency." In the darkness, Padme sighed. "Good." Anakin stood over her bed and gazed at her curled up body. "We have to figure something out," he said. "Not now," Padme answered. "I want you to be happy," he started. "You want yourself to be happy." "Padme," he whispered, voice pleading. "Would it help if moved out?" "You're never here!" she shrieked. "And now you want to move?" He fell silent and Padme clasped a hand over her mouth. What had she said? What did it mean? "Just... go. Get out," she yelled. Anakin drifted toward the door. "Be angry all you want. But I'll always love you." "Just go," she repeated, sobbing. -----signature----- The Tower (Darth Vader) romance http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27096388/p1/ ANAKIN AND PADME'S FIRST TIME http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/26935775/p1 Read the whole story of Vader's New Love via Profile
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Jeditheskyisblue Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 7/23/07 10:20pm Subject: RE: The Broken Shell (sequel to "The First Time" an A/P drama/romance/angst)
	Poor Padme and the twins... -----signature----- It's Never To Late... http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=2214874&page=1 Is It To Late?(Sequel INTL) http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=2638672&replies=1 It Wasn't A Mistake(L/M) http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=2398787
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ROTSFan Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 7/24/07 1:28am Subject: RE: The Broken Shell (sequel to "The First Time" an A/P drama/romance/angst)
	Oh, it just started and you're breaking my heart! I must admit, I'm still hanging a little bit on another story of yours I'm reading (and it's probably not good to continuity in my head to mesh stories ) but when did Padme become so dark and hateful? Did Mace really have that much of an influence in that short a period of time? Their love was so special and it seems he's trying so hard...I can't believe she wouldn't love him unconditionally and try to show him the way back. On another note, blessed be! Thanks for giving us a sequel. You are amazing, you write so much. I think you write stuff faster than I can keep up with reading it! Please give us a happy ending and let her give Anakin a fair shake. -----signature----- Fics in profile; ask me to unlock ~I did nothing. I did absolutely nothing, and it was everything I hoped it would be." - Office Space
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HeKilledYounglings Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 7/24/07 6:11am Subject: RE: The Broken Shell (sequel to "The First Time" an A/P drama/romance/angst)
	ha. yeah i do write a lot. you wouldn't believe the stuff i'm juggling when counting non-fanfiction stuff. But yeah, Padme's not hateful. I just couldnt' see someone as fair and as judicious as Padme letting him get away with killing people. I mean, just in reading the AOTC book, she was very adamant and strong when it came to justice. So, of course someone like her can't put that aside, in my POV. HOWEVER, she does love anakin more than anything which is why it hurts her as much as it does to see him that way. So basically Anakin wiill have more choices to make. Just as he had to choose between her and the Order before, he'll have to choose between her and his "empire". So that's what the story will be about. I'm also thinking about The Rise of Vader, where it was said somewhere that Padme would have been sad and miserable about anakin's turn and would have probably died anyway had he not choked her, just out of her own misery for what he had done. So i kind of want A/P to love each other again. But I'm going to rake Anakin over the coals first, at least to give him some redemption! His crimes are pretty bad hehe. -----signature----- The Tower (Darth Vader) romance http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27096388/p1/ ANAKIN AND PADME'S FIRST TIME http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/26935775/p1 Read the whole story of Vader's New Love via Profile
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Meriwyn Title: FanForce RSA, Northeast USA Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 7/24/07 6:42am Subject: RE: The Broken Shell (sequel to "The First Time" an A/P drama/romance/angst)
	Wow this is gonna be great!! I'm loving it already. Can't wait to see how they reconcile. Put me on the PM list please -----signature----- "Cake or death?? Um...cake please" "This calls for a very special blend of psychology and extreme violence" Proud female Star Wars collector Hate leads to lollipops... http://www.operationbling.org - inspired by my Mom
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Jedi_Lady21 Registered: Nov '06	Date Posted: 7/24/07 1:59pm Subject: RE: The Broken Shell (sequel to "The First Time" an A/P drama/romance/angst)
	Great Story! Please add me to the PM list -----signature----- "If so powerful you are why leave" -Yoda " I have a bad feeling about this " ''Who's the more foolish? The fool or the fool who follows him?'' -Obi-Wan
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HeKilledYounglings Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 7/24/07 7:29pm Subject: RE: The Broken Shell (sequel to "The First Time" an A/P drama/romance/angst) - Date Edited: 6/26/08 6:52pm (8 edits total) Edited By: HeKilledYounglings
	"Padme... wake up," a hand gently shook her from a night's rest to blinding sunshine. "What is it, my love?" she replied, rising sleepily. The smell of morning dew haunted her senses. She cracked her eyes and looked around, taking stock of the room. The canopy bed, the veranda with the marble flooring, a picture of the Senate Rotunda on the wall... Anakin smiled at her, a hand on her leg. Until, a look of disgust filled Padme's eyes and she swiped the hand away, her soft skin colliding with metal. The smile Anakin wore fell away. "What is it?" she asked, looking about the room and not at him. His eyes bore into her face, a hurt look within them. "We're having breakfast. You'll eat with the rest of the family." "I'll eat in my room." "Perhaps, you won't eat at all," he said rising from the cushion of her bed. "So be it." "This is ridiculous," Anakin exclaimed. Padme laid down and drew the covers to her shoulders and closed her eyes. "Are you so angry with me that you'll deny the children a breakfast with their mother?" Padme ignored him. She ate with the children every morning, but wouldn't as long as Anakin was in the house. He looked down at her, a murderous gleam in his eyes. He used violence to keep the peace, to squash opponents, to fill the enemy with fear and dread. And it seemed his beloved Padme...was forcing him to use that same violence against her. Anakin scoffed and ripped the covers back. Padme ignored her, curling her kneees to her chest. It was what she called passive resistence. Anakin rolled his mechanical hand into a fist. "Don't think I won't hit you," he warned. Pushed, he thought nothing of striking out. But in the end, he would be blamed when all she needed to do was accept his terms to begin with. Padme climbed out of bed and Anakin smirked, satisfied by the response, arms folded across chest. Suddenly, Padme drew close to his face and growled. "It never stopped you before-" "I told you I was sorry! It's been four years since that happened. Are we going to do this again? " "You tell me, Anakin? Why don't you just leave me alone! I won't to sit across the table from you." "You're tearing this family apart," he growled, storming away from her. "You're only hurting the children." "Oh. So now you care about children? Where was the love and care when you were destroying innocent children at the Temple? Where was it then, Anakin?" It was a serious question. She searched his eyes, face indignant before turning to face the veranda. Anakin stalked toward her and grabbed her arm, snapping her back. "You'll never forgive me." "You don't deserve my forgiveness. You don't deserve anyone's forgiveness." She tried to shake him lose. But Anakin held tight to her upper arm, squeezing as he pushed her back, away from the veranda for fear she would leap to her death than stand by his side. Four adorable eyes watched sadly from the doorway. Leia still wore a nightgown, with little pink and yellow gungan prints on them. Luke sucked his thumb, large blue eyes weepy, watching. "Don't ever touch me," she warned. "Threepio," Padme called. Anakin laughed. "So you think Threepio will save you?" he pulled her close, and the children stood back, waiting, watching. "Threepio," Padme called again, her voice shakey and upset. Threepio peered around the corner, somewhat warily. "I could kill you with one blink, Padme," Anakin warned. She looked over his shoulder at the protocol droid. "Take the children to the dining room and let them have breakfast. I won't be joining you this morning." "Yes, Madame. Is everything ok?" "Everything's fine." "No, everything is not fine. And she will be joining us for breakfast." "Take the children," Padme said, hearing the heated soar of her husband's voice. "This is exactly what you wanted. You want me to look like the bad guy!" Padme twisted from his grasp and dove toward the bed. He pushed her over, then climbed on her lap, his hand grabbing her shoulders. Threepio and the two children peered through the door, too shocked to walk away, not that their shaking legs would carry them anyhow. Padme cried out, but the door blew closed in the children's faces and locked, her screams reaching them through the door. Threepio looked as worried as droid could possibly look. "Don't worry, little ones. I'm sure they'll work things out." A hiccupped sob escaped Leia's lips and both children began to wail. "Oh dear," Threepio said. LATER: Padme and Anakin scowled across the table at each other. The children were grim. Their mother scraped food across her plate, eating as though it were her last meal. Tears stained her face, though she did her best to look as dignified as possible. SO many storm troopers in the house and they had all heard. The ugly fighting, the crying and shouting through her closed door. Only to see her walking down the hall moments later, Anakin's hand clasped around hers... her dark hair somewhat disheveled, gown twisted aside. All the appearance of angry love making. The kids gulped milk and hoi broth, and being children they had already moved on from the tense moments of earlier. Luke looked across the table, from one parent to another. "Stop looking and eat your food," Anakin demanded. Luke's eyes fell to his plate as he softly kicked his sister's leg, beneath the table, nudging her. Movement near the door brought their miserable faces around. A troop had entered, Padme's fallen sash in hand. Somehow she had dropped it on her way into the dining room. Anakin turned outraged eyes onto the out of line storm trooper, and without so much as moving a hand, the man dropped just outside the door, and with a nod, the others were dragging his limp body off - before the children might even notice. Seeing this, Padme stood and dropped her fork onto her plate. She raced from the table through the kitchen out onto the garden, wanting air, wanting to breathe. But halfway to her destination, something snapped her back and she collapsed onto the grass. Pain stinging her neck. Padme touched the necklace she wore. She was sure the specifications allowed her to roam further. Pain struck her head. She looked up, blinking tears from her eyes at the figure towering above her. "I changed the perimeters. You'll go only 50 feet from the house, and not 100." Padme turned her face to the dirt and sobbed. Anakin swooped low and gathered his inconsolable wife into his arms, and carried her back into the house. Anakin raced through the Jedi Temple, it's halls resonant with emptiness. He felt an ache deep within in his chest, then chided himself for thinking dwelling on the past. He hurried to Obi Wan Kenobi's office, his black cloak billowing behind him. Obi Wan sat in a hover chair, a small youngling squirming about on his lap. Anakin walked in, a smile creeping across his face at the sight of his former master tending to younglings. "A Force potential?" "Yes, meet our latest member. Mara Jade." Anakin crouched, stooping close to the 5 year old child. "Hello," he said, meeting the girl's curious but strong gaze. Obi Wan sat Mara on the floor then beckoned her to leave the room. Steel blue eyes met Anakin's piercing blue gaze. "Something is wrong," the master observed. Anakin marched to the window and set his gaze to Coruscant's towering skyscrapers. "When I looked at Mara Jade... I don't know master. Padme's right. What I did was... brutal." "Senator Amidala can't bring herself to forgive you, can she?" Anakin turned and met Obi Wan's gaze. "I should have spared the younglings." "But you didn't." "Tell me master. You came here with the intent of striking me down. What stopped you? It wasn't fear, I could sense it..." Obi Wan stood, hands on his waist. "It was a matter of choosing the lesser of two evils." "You think I'm evil?" Anakin asked, a look of hurt creeping into his eyes. "You're actions were evil. And I was angry enough to destroy you myself. But I realized the bloodshed could not be undone. The Council had not acted appropriately and were responsible for the assassination of many of our senators and others who rejected their terms. Qui Gon once told me to think for myself. It was our stale 10,000 year old ways, our refusal to change that brought fostered our downfall and your rage. The Order had lost its way. To side with Master Yoda and Master Windu would have been to embrace all things unchanged. The chosen one was here for a reason. The destruction of the Jedi Order, and its rebuilding was the Will of the Force." "You did it because you have more influence over me than you have over them." Obi Wan gave Anakin a grim smile. "That too." "How much will change within the New Order? I think Jedi should be allowed to marry." Obi Wan waved a hand. "No, that wouldn't do." "Why? Why not? You saw what happened to me and Padme. The secrecy drove me mad. Look what it's done to you." "But you were undisciplined." "How can attachment be evil? It gets in the way, sometimes. To act out of love and not some hollow pathetic cause or blind loyalty to an order or OATH is wrong and in itself, is a form of attachment. Master Yoda and Master Windu were attached to the Republic and the old way. They refused to change. So many Jedi lost, not because they believed in what they were doing, but because they were bound to the Jedi oath. The Jedi were brainwashed. The Sith exists because the Jedi refused to change.... were arrogant, and unwilling to listen. We can't let that happen again. Change was the Will of the Force, my master." "The Sith..." Obi Wan countered, "used your attachments against you. How are attachments not a bad thing?" "The Sith didn't used my attachment, they used the Jedi's fear of attachment against us." "I'll give it some thought, Anakin. Moving along, I sense, you didn't come here to talk about the Order. There's something else." A look of pain washed over Anakin's face. He looked down, eyes focused on his dark colored boots. "Padme and I are having problems." Obi Wan paced across the room to his desk. "She's unhappy." "Yes, my master. She hates me." "Senator Amidala?" "It's driving me mad. And sometimes... I do terrible things." "To Padme?" Anakin nodded. "I wouldn't hurt her," he assured, "but we fight horribly sometimes. She won't forgive me. There's nothing I can do... I just--I love her so much." "You can't make her forgive you, Anakin." "Then what am I supposed to do?" he asked, folding his arms. "Let her go." "Never." Anakin's lips made a firm white line. "Possesiveness, greed, all trademarks of the darkside." "I don't mean to feel that way. But if she goes, I know, she'll never come back." "Not the strongest argument for attachment, Anakin. My advice is to do what you can to win her love. And the only way to do that, is to step down." "As emperor?" He folded arms across his chest. "You must choose. Just as you were forced to choose between the Jedi and your marriage. You must decide what is more important to you. You must be kind and compromising. You know Padme as well as I do. She wouldn't have it otherwise." "I'm always giving up the things I want for her and not the other way around." "You want to be emperor, then?" Obi Wan gave him a suspicious look. "I want a peaceful galaxy. Has nothing to do with the power being emperor gives me. We find a suitable successor, then I will gladly leave office." "Sounds similar to something Palpatine might have said." Anakin cringed. "Perhaps, I'll have someone in the senate draw something up. You are right, master. The only way to prove my love to Padme, is to give the very thing away, that caused me to lose her love to begin with. You are right..." Obi Wan stood as Anakin left the office. Padme left the children's bedrooms, where they played in Leia's little doll house, grateful Anakin, was out of the house. Or rather, out of the prison he had built for her. She entered her bedroom then looked about. Suddenly, something caught her eye. A tall, black storm trooper stood in the shadows on the other side of the room. She gasped, clutching her chest, heart racing. Then it dawned on her... this was no storm trooper. He didn't wear the standard armor or carry a rifle. He wore a large black helmet with dark orbs for eyes. There was a flashing panel across his chest that blinked frantically in the darkened room. His breathing crushed the silence with a hard WOOSH SHING WOOOOOSH sound. Padme backed away. "Who are you?" The necklace around her neck loosened and fell to the floor by way of the force. "You're rescuer," he said, in a thunderous robotic voice. A chill rolled up her spine. "Are you... a storm trooper?" "I am here to help you escape." "Escape? As in leave here? Permanently?" Who would have the nerve to do this to Anakin? The most feared man in the Republic...she wondered. "If that is your wish." It was. It had been her wish for a very long time. "But... I don't know who you are?" "A friend," the voice said in a calm tone. "News of your predicament has reached me. I've come to relieve you." Padme walked across the room, noting the lightsaber clipped to the man's belt. "Why are you wearing that suit?" she asked him suspiciously. "An injury after the Clone Wars." "You fought in the Clone Wars?" "I can answer your questions, but we must leave now." "I won't leave without my children," Padme said, her heart skipping at the idea of leaving her prison. "Gather their clothing and take them with. But you must hurry." She nodded, grateful for the chance to escape her husband's horrible grasp. Padme opened the drawers in her room, flung a suitcase on the bed and stuffed as much as she could inside. She ran from her bedroom then returned some minutes later, the children's suitcases packed to the point of bursting. "Mommy! Mommy! Where are we going?" Luke asked. "We're leaving. We're going to our new home." "But I don't want a new home!" Leia cried. "I want my daddy!" Padme cringed. "He's coming too," she lied. Leia calmed, then shot a nervous look at the stranger standing in the shadows near mommy's bed. Luke clung to Padme's leg. "What about the storm troopers," she ranted, suddenly realizing escape was surely impossible. "They have already been taken care of." Padme gave him a strained looked. "You didn't hurt them, did you?" "They are still alive." Padme sighed in relief and followed the tall blackly cloaked trooper out of the door. -----signature----- The Tower (Darth Vader) romance http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27096388/p1/ ANAKIN AND PADME'S FIRST TIME http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/26935775/p1 Read the whole story of Vader's New Love via Profile
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ROTSFan Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 7/24/07 8:03pm Subject: RE: The Broken Shell (sequel to "The First Time" an A/P drama/romance/angst)
	Ooooohh...chills, chills, and more chills. I'm even guessing how this is going to end, but of course I won't say it here So when A/P had that massive fight did they have hot angry sex or did he force himself on her? I hope the former.. "Don't think I won't hit you," he warned. Violence was a way of getting what he wanted. And it seemed, even at home he was pushed into using force as a means of attaining peace. In the end, he would be blamed when all she needed to do was accept his terms to begin with. Anakin... violence against women, and people in general, is never the answer. That's not how you win her heart, that's how you cement her hatred. Patience and love, man -----signature----- Fics in profile; ask me to unlock ~I did nothing. I did absolutely nothing, and it was everything I hoped it would be." - Office Space
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Jeditheskyisblue Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 7/24/07 8:07pm Subject: RE: The Broken Shell (sequel to "The First Time" an A/P drama/romance/angst)
	So is it Anakin dressed like well Vader taking Padme and the kids away? -----signature----- It's Never To Late... http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=2214874&page=1 Is It To Late?(Sequel INTL) http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=2638672&replies=1 It Wasn't A Mistake(L/M) http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=2398787
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ROTSFan Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 7/24/07 8:26pm Subject: RE: The Broken Shell (sequel to "The First Time" an A/P drama/romance/angst)
	Jeditheskyisblue posted: So is it Anakin dressed like well Vader taking Padme and the kids away? No I'm pretty sure it's Mace -----signature----- Fics in profile; ask me to unlock ~I did nothing. I did absolutely nothing, and it was everything I hoped it would be." - Office Space
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HeKilledYounglings Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 7/24/07 8:27pm Subject: RE: The Broken Shell (sequel to "The First Time" an A/P drama/romance/angst)
	Hey RF! Thanks for the comment. Yes, I think anger gave sway to passion so def not the latter! And J, it's in the other story, who that person is. Or rather, even in the summary above , well... at least a hint. heh -----signature----- The Tower (Darth Vader) romance http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27096388/p1/ ANAKIN AND PADME'S FIRST TIME http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/26935775/p1 Read the whole story of Vader's New Love via Profile
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Jeditheskyisblue Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 7/24/07 8:28pm Subject: RE: The Broken Shell (sequel to "The First Time" an A/P drama/romance/angst)
	thanks for the infor I didn't even think of Mace duh I should have though lol. -----signature----- It's Never To Late... http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=2214874&page=1 Is It To Late?(Sequel INTL) http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=2638672&replies=1 It Wasn't A Mistake(L/M) http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=2398787
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HeKilledYounglings Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 7/24/07 8:29pm Subject: RE: The Broken Shell (sequel to "The First Time" an A/P drama/romance/angst)
	GOOD guess! re: "No I'm pretty sure it's Mace" -----signature----- The Tower (Darth Vader) romance http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27096388/p1/ ANAKIN AND PADME'S FIRST TIME http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/26935775/p1 Read the whole story of Vader's New Love via Profile
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Darth_Drachonus Registered: Oct '05	Date Posted: 7/24/07 9:06pm Subject: RE: The Broken Shell (sequel to "The First Time" an A/P drama/romance/angst)
	Add me to the update list please -----signature----- "Take a seat young Skywalker!" "Maybe I'll take yours, Vapaad this you...."
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