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Idrelle_Miocovani Title: Solar Power loving Scattergories Hostess Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 7/14/06 8:48am Subject: RE: For the Love of the Queen-Sequel to The Naboo Chronicles (A/P, O/S & OCs) Chap 3 Posted (7/6)!!!
	bounces Yayyayayayayayayayay! I love this sequel! Obi-Wan and Sabé were utterly hilarious. -----signature----- Buffy staked Edward. The end. "We did it, we bashed them, wee Potter's the one! And Voldy's gone mouldy, so now let’s have fun!" This Time Around: http://boards.theforce.net/ASP/user.asp?usr=1162416 Padawan of DarthIshtar
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DancesWithBlasters Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 7/15/06 7:45pm Subject: RE: For the Love of the Queen-Sequel to The Naboo Chronicles (A/P, O/S & OCs) Chap 3 Posted (7/6)!!!
	Sorry I haven't commented for the past two posts. I've just been away the past three weeks. The post were really exellent, though decidedly foreboding. -----signature----- "I want freedom for the full expression of my personality." - M. Ghandi Living with Legends and Creating History: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/25880483/p1/?0 Hidden Truths: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/25485040/p1/?44
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JediMasterRev Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 7/18/06 12:36pm Subject: RE: For the Love of the Queen-Sequel to The Naboo Chronicles (A/P, O/S & OCs) Chap 3 Posted (7/6)!!!
	AngelQueen: squeaks Sabewan mush Thought you would enjoy that . Sidious being evil! Deals being made! A/P sweetness! bounces* Very cool stuff happening here, Rev! Awesome!* Glad you are enjoying! Thanks so much for reading! WendyGage: wonderful update Thanks so much! Astarael: Great post! Glad you liked. Thanks for reading! G_Anakin: Good post thanks for the PM Thank you and you're welcome . Rocketscientist The plot builds! looks like it's going to be a good one! And you know you can't go wrong starting off with such a lovely romantic moment. One could almost wish that all of the forces moving into play would just stop and let us enjoy the blissful parts. - But it ain't gonna happen!! heh heh heh! Thanks a bunch. Glad you liked the mush. Unforunately, all will not be rosey in the Kenobi household for much longer . Now with Sidious we expect evil and sure enough, he delivers. But the whole trial of Gunray is a very interesting place to use it. Obviously the Sith Lord has plans for him... I really liked that segment. It's always entertaining to see the great deceiver in the act. I especially like it when it makes one want to jump up and down waving one's arms frantically to get the attention of the characters and yell, "Hey! Did you see that? Look what he's doing!" Alas, they never notice. <Sigh> I totally agree. Sometimes you want to slap the people around to wake up and take notice. Then again, Palpy is so evil, we can't help but somewhat admire him for it . Makes him multi-dimensional. For some strange reason I've always had a soft spot for Jango. So I'm kinda jazzed to see that he may figure prominently in this tale. Almost to the point that I'm willing to presume upon our friendship enough to ask -oh so sweetly - that you not to kill him off right away? Pretty please? Nothing wrong with that. I think Jango is one of the many characters that is underutilized who is quite interesting. Now, as far as your presumption, I'll see what I can do. But you know how these characters are though...have minds of their own, despite what I want them to do. I liked Valkin from the last time. I'm perversely glad that he's out to feather his own nest - last of the Mandalors, eh? Cool! And Jango is ready to behave in an altruistic fashion because of it? Only you would have me believing it! Glad you like Valkin. He still has yet to show his true colors, but all in time . We know from NC that Jango thinks highly of him and accepts him as the true 'heir to the throne' of the Mandalorian people. Being that they're a warrior race, I think Jango wants a return to the good old days when they were treatening both the Republic and the Jedi with fierce battles. Time will tell though . And A&P are SO darn cute! HA HA! Got ya! Actually they ARE cute, but not in the fluffy way. They are simply lovely in their honest, sincerity. So much is ridding on their young shoulders. Yet they are all too human, and it would be strange to my thinking if they were not drawn to each other. Even those stern mentors of the queen's court might secretly approve of such an auspicious union, although, of course, if it could never be acknowledged. Heh...You had me there for a second. I agree they both are so young to have such high expectations thrusted upon them. Hopefully they will take a little time for themselves to live. So better and better. I sure do hope we get to find out what's in the crypt soon... Thank you so much and yes, we will learn of it soon. But patience, my friend . Thanks for reading! PurpleMonkeeForceUSA: Valkin a mandalor, Jango......sweet. Looking forward to the next post! Yes, they both have alot in common. Thanks so much for reading! Sethsky: Nice update, the sinister pawns are being set Thanks so much and yes, the pawns are moving into position as we speak . Wonderful Anakin and Padme scene, i can just imagen the location. Glad to know that. Thrilled that you liked! Thanks for reading! Darth-Buddy: This is turning out to be something really special. You are too kind. Thanks for the vote of encouragement. I truly appreciate it! Loved the A/P moment! Glad to hear that. Thanks for reading! Darksideeyesplease: finally read it, and I read the rest of the first story Happy to hear that and welcome to the thread. Great stuff Rev Thanks so very much Gina: sighs contentedly Lovely Obi/Sabe mush! Glad you liked it. I loved their easy banter with each other in this section! However, Obi-Wan's concerns over Anakin are troubling. I agree and he will become more disconcerted as time passes by . And the section with Jango and Valkin - VERY intriguing. Many...surprises should spring forth from this interaction. Obi-Wan would be very grumpy if he knew. Well, depending whether or not Sabe was around . Excellent update! Thanks so very much! Star_Angel: “Lord Ord,” I love that cuz ord is Swedish for word/words so I guess that it fits. I didn't know that. Learn something new everyday. I like Padmé, and Anakin of course, always Anakin. Glad to hear that! Wonderful update and I'm looking forward to see how this will go. Thank you so much. Hope you enjoy this next update! Jazz_Skywalker: Yep, me, too. Just took me a bit, but lovely story! Glad you took time to read and catch up. I really appreciate it. Thrilled that you are enjoying. VaderLVR64: Great update, loved the interaction between Obi-Wan and his bride. Thank you so very much. I've always imagined them having a playful relationship. This was a great bit of insight. Perhaps not all of the Jedi are as blind as we might think Thanks so much for reading! Geo3: Mercury is retrograde all month, which is probably why I cut and pasted the wrong reply to the wrong chapter out of my word file. No worries. Even the greatest amongst us has off days. Thanks for the support of this story, as well as NC. I truly appreciate all your help! Idrelle_Miocovani: bounces Yayyayayayayayayayay! I love this sequel! Glad you are enjoying this! Obi-Wan and Sabé were utterly hilarious. Happy to know you think so. Thanks so much for reading! DancesWithBlasters: Sorry I haven't commented for the past two posts. I've just been away the past three weeks. No worries. Glad to see you back! The post were really exellent, though decidedly foreboding. Dark clouds are always looming on the horizon of my little universe . Thanks so much for reading! New post to follow! -----signature----- "This above all, to thine own self be true." Polonius, Hamlet, Act I, Scene III For the Love of the Queen: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/24151408/p1/?0 The Naboo Chronicles: http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/18644312/?162
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JediMasterRev Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 7/18/06 12:42pm Subject: RE: For the Love of the Queen-Sequel to The Naboo Chronicles (A/P, O/S & OCs) Chap 3 Posted (7/6)!!!
	And here is the next update. Sorry for the slight delay. Hope you all enjoy! Chapter 4: Alternatives A tense stillness occupied the hallways of the Queen’s Royal Cruiser as it streaked towards Coruscant. Cordé Naberrie tiptoed from the handmaidens’ quarters, down the passageway and into the common area for a much needed cup of herbal tea. Since her cousin Padmé’s return from Tatooine, Cordé and the other handmaidens had worked many late nights in preparation for her appearance before the Galactic Tribunal. Apart from assembling all the pertinent documentation, Sabé, Anakin and she had spent considerable time bolstering the security for the flight, as well as for their arrival on Coruscant. Tensions remained high between the Trade Federation and Naboo, and none of the Queen’s staff wanted to leave anything to chance concerning her safety. It had finally been decided that Padmé would travel separately from the handmaidens aboard Anakin’s cloaked ship, and arrive slightly ahead of the royal cruiser at a private landing pad. Meanwhile, Cordé acted as her decoy until they rendezvoused at Senator Mar’s official guest residence. Despite her years of service, Cordé was uneasy about the mission. She did worry some about her own safety, but it was insignificant to the fear she harbored for her cousin. Cordé was especially relieved when she learned that Anakin would be joining them instead of going to Mon Calamari. Like the other handmaidens, she too felt safer whenever he was nearby. Upon entering the eating area, Cordé blinked in surprise when she saw Dormé and Versé sitting down at the table. “Couldn’t sleep either?” Dormé asked with a tired smile. “Not a wink,” Cordé answered as she opened the cabinet in search for a clean mug. “How long have you two been up?” “About an hour,” Versé said before taking a sip of her tea. “Has there been any contact with the Queen?” Cordé questioned, sitting down at the head of the table. Dormé nodded. “Anakin informed me earlier that Sabé finally convinced her to go to bed.” “I wonder how she managed that.” Cordé chuckled. “She probably spiked her tea with one of Yané’s tonics,” Versé joked. Each woman sitting around the table chuckled softly before silence once again filled the room. Noticing the nervous expression on the others, Cordé said, “I for one will be thankful when this court business is finished.” “I agree,” Versé said frowning. “I don’t even care anymore if they find Gunray guilty.” “How can you say that?” Dormé chimed in. “After everything he did to Naboo, he and his lackeys deserve to be sent to the spice mines on Kessel for the rest of their natural lives.” “But at what cost?” Verse contorted her face. “What do you mean?” Cordé curiously asked. “Perhaps if the Viceroy is found guilty, the Trade Federation would become desperate enough to attack Naboo again?” Versé speculated. “We are not as helpless as we once were,” Dormé added. “True,” Versé acknowledged. “However, do we really want to start a war over this? It goes against our principles we hold dear.” “We wouldn’t have any principles to hold to if those greedy Neimoidians hadn’t been forced out,” Cordé reminded her. “Sometimes to ensure the peace, one has to be willing to show force.” “But if we compromise our integrity, then we’re no better than the Trade Federation,” Versé insisted. Cordé scoffed and shook her head. “There is nothing immoral about defending ourselves. Even the prophets told us that the spirits help those who help themselves.” Pausing to give Versé a hard stare, Cordé continued, “Besides, we aren’t using our new arms to conquer or enslave; only to protect.” “Perhaps not at the moment,” Versé retorted wryly. “What is that supposed to mean?” Dormé questioned with an angered expression. “Only that history is laden with stories of armies that were built in the name of freedom, but in time, they were used to quench the greedy desires of their rulers,” Versé pointed out. Rising to her feet, Cordé slammed her mug of tea hard on the table. “Are you suggesting that will be the case with our Queen?” Visibly stunned by her reaction, Versé leaned back in her chair. “Not at all. I was just saying…” “I think you should keep your ‘sayings’ to yourself,” Cordé warned, clenching her fists at her sides. “That’s enough, you two,” Dormé warned. “This bickering is pointless.” Blinking in surprise, Cordé flashed Versé an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, my friend. I’m just…tired and worried.” Versé smiled as she stood up to embrace her. “I’m sorry too. I think this whole situation has everyone edgy.” “I think we should try to get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day,” Dormé suggested. As they filed out of the room, Cordé couldn’t help reflecting on Versé’s warnings. Although she knew her cousin to be a woman of peace, she did wonder how far Padmé would go to secure it if their world was again threatened. A mind numbing chill occupied her every sense. Dahlia could never forget the cold of traveling amongst the stars. Though at the moment, it was not the frigid space that caused her to shiver. Instead, it was the company she kept. Darth Sidious. Dahlia had heard the name spoken in fear after she and her parents had first been captured. It was the name of a monster that she was now obliged to serve. And yet, she was unafraid. The Master’s servants had taken care of her every need since her arrival. Dahlia could not remember the last time she had eaten a decent meal or had been simply clean. Her quarters aboard his ship were large and luxurious, nothing like the cramped shack that she shared with Tayal for many long years. Tayal. Dahlia wiped a stray tear away from her eye as her thoughts dwelled upon her friend. They had been through too much for her to leave her the way she did. In time she would beg the Master to allow her to return to Malastare so she could help her. And yet, Dahlia knew this was a fool’s errand. Lord Sidious would not grant such a sentimental request. Besides, Tayal was a survivor and would quickly adapt to life on her own. Such was the way of things. “Good evening, little one.” Dahlia stirred to her feet as his summons echoed throughout her quarters. To her surprise, Lord Sidious’ features were no longer obscured by his hood. She blinked several times as she half expected to see the face of a horrendous beast. Instead, the placid expression of an elderly human looked upon her, apparently concerned for her well being. As if reading her thoughts, Sidious bellowed in amusement. “And what did you expect, my dear? That a Krayt dragon was hiding underneath my hood.?” “I wasn’t sure, my Lord.” Dahlia offered as she got down on one knee. “You are very candid, Dahlia.” Sidious quietly observed. “I foresee that you will serve me well.” “And what will you have me do?” Sidious’ evil smile grew. “Close your eyes, child.” She stared at him quizzically, contemplating whether she could risk questioning him further. The deep glower that streaked across his face gave his response. “Good. Now, I want you to focus on everyone who has ever hurt you.” Dahlia complied silently. Concentrating, she saw herself being taken by the slavers. Remembering how she had been ripped away from her parents, Dahlia felt her stomach clench and the muscles in her back tighten. A surge of rage filled her veins, causing her heart to race. She could not help hating those who had hurt her. Just as quickly, her memories jumped to her time on Malastare where many had tried to take advantage of her. “Excellent,” Sidious praised. “Now, I want you to center your hate on that Naboovian lily near the viewport. I want you to kill it.” “How?” Dahlia muttered uncertain. “Do it!” Sidious demanded through clenched teeth. Without further question, Dahlia imagined that the plant had been responsible for everything that had gone wrong in her life. She again saw visions of those who had hurt her, from the slavers to the unscrupulous pod racers who wanted her for more than her mechanical skills. Dahlia suddenly felt as if her skin was on fire. When her eyes snapped open, she saw streaks of lightening leaving her finger tips, striking the flower. It instantly caught on fire. Dahlia couldn’t help beaming at her accomplishment. “Well done.” Sidious praised. “What happened?” Dahlia asked with a mixture of fright and euphoria. “You have taken your first step. In time, you will take another.” “But I want to learn more now!” She demanded. “Patience, little one.” Sidious urged. “For now, rest. I will teach you more very soon.” Dahlia bowed as the Dark Lord turned to leave her room; her heart was still pounding in excitement. For the first time in her life, Dahlia knew what it was like to have and use real power. She wanted more. She needed more Medicenters always made Obi-Wan uncomfortable. The sterile white halls and the tendrils of pain and suffering that echoed throughout the Force was enough to give him a headache. Brushing those thoughts aside, Obi-Wan instead concentrated on the distinct Force presences of Masters Yoda and Windu to help him reach his destination. He remained in utter disbelief over Master Yaddle’s death. She had been one of the most approachable members of the Council, as well as an excellent teacher. Her loss would be felt for quite some time. Moving into the critical care ward, Obi-Wan hesitated briefly when he saw Master Windu and Master Yoda engaged in an apparently intense discussion. He was about to turn away to give them time to finish when he saw Master Windu waving him over. “I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.” “Not at all, Obi-Wan” Mace said with a slight grimace. “Thank you for getting here quickly.” “What happened to Master Yaddle?” Yoda sighed loudly. “Investigating a Sith tomb, she and her Padawan were. The site of an ancient battle between Jedi and Sith, believed it to be. Unaware of an old trap, young Jaden was. Saved him, Master Yaddle did, but at the cost of her life.” Obi-Wan peered curiously at Yoda, and then shifted his focus towards Master Windu. “Then the boy did survive.” “Physically,” Mace responded quietly. “But mentally….well, you can imagine his state.” Obi-Wan nodded as he knew that kind of loss only too well. “Hopefully the Temple healers can help with his recovery.” Both Windu and Yoda exchanged nods before the latter said, “Called you here for a reason. Better suited to reach him, you are, Obi-Wan.” “Me?” Obi-Wan pointed at himself. “I am no healer or have much training in such matters. How could I possibly be of any assistance?” “Since your actions on Naboo against the Sith warrior, you have become something of a living legend amongst the younger members of the Temple,” Mace shared with a hint of a grin. “And though we normally discourage such behavior, in young Jaden’s case, I think your status could encourage him to open up. He has said little since the accident.” Obi-Wan turned to peek into the room where Jaden was lying eerily still on his biobed. “I wouldn’t know what to say,” he mumbled. “Or where to start.” “Wise beyond your years, you are.” Master Yoda encouraged. “The strength you showed on Naboo, young Jaden needs to see. Give him hope, it will.” Obi-Wan was stunned by their suggestions. While he had heard some whispers whenever he returned to the Temple, never did he ever believe his actions were worth such admiration. Indeed, the confrontation in the Theed Palace reactor core had been a fight to save his own skin, not a noble conflict between good and evil. Had he not been in the company of these venerable Masters, Obi-Wan would have groaned in utter displeasure. “I will do what I can.” “That is all we ask, Obi-Wan.” Mace acknowledged. Taking a deep breath, Obi-Wan nodded before heading into the boy’s room. Hopefully the Force would be with him. Dark shadows filled the cockpit of her ship as Ilianya stared blankly at the vastness of hyperspace. She was still several days away from Naboo, and all she had to occupy her time were unwelcome thoughts from the past. They seemed to be returning to her more frequently since her trip to Coruscant. It had been simple to forget her past when she stayed so far away from the Core. Now, with events playing out more rapidly than she had anticipated, the memories of people and places returned without warning. Kayliana. It was the name of her true self—a name forsaken when she had given into her anger. How she wished she could go back and correct so many wrongs she had committed over the ages. Closing her eyes, Ilianya released her conscious self into the Force, which carried her to a place where time had no meaning. Four thousand years... Darkness. Anger. Betrayal. The Jedi Exile, Kayliana Tro hovered over the lifeless body of her supposed teacher, Kreia—or more correctly, Darth Traya. The Sith Lord had brought the Exile out from her banishment only to mold her into a weapon—a dangerous weapon with no more barriers holding her back. The old Jedi Masters who had condemned her were now corpses and the galaxy was ripe for disaster. Meanwhile, the remaining Jedi remained in hiding, unwilling to reveal themselves for fear of their ultimate destruction. And yet the darkness continued to grow. The Sith were far from vanquished. Kayliana could feel their strength and numbers build in a place far beyond the Outer Rim. The true Sith Empire had yet to show itself. They remained hidden—watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike at the wounded beast the Republic and the Jedi Order had become. She would make the Jedi pay for their betrayal. The light that once filled Kayliana Tro was overshadowed by the dark soul of the new Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Vengeance. The madness that followed was beyond any horror that she had experienced throughout the Mandalorian campaigns. Each survivor aboard the Ebon Hawk had met their deaths at the end of her lightsaber. She would have destroyed the two droids also, but a sudden tug of the Force had held her weapons at bay. Her insatiable thirst for revenge had compelled her to scour the archives of the Trayus Academy until she found the answer: the coordinates of Revan’s last transmission to Darth Traya. Vengeance’s heart raced in anticipation. It did not rest until she had found herself face to face with the masked figure of the true Dark Lord—Darth Revan. He had seemed unmoved when she had stormed her way through his stronghold, killing everyone in her path to stand face to face with him. As calmly as ever, Revan stood up and waited. “So this is where the mighty Revan has decided to hide himself. I thought I would find a demon incarnate at the end of my journey.” “Surely you haven’t forgotten everything I’ve taught you,” Revan taunted. “A strategic retreat can be even more advantageous than an all out offensive.” Vengeance smirked. “And here I thought that you were once again a child of the light.” “Malak had to be stopped.” he admitted. “Until my memory was fully restored, I followed the Jedi blindly.” “And now here you are,” she said, sneering, “waiting for your old Master who has fallen by my hand.” “Traya was a means to an end, General.” Revan stated solemnly. Grinding her teeth, Vengeance demanded, “You mean…” Revan nodded once. “Everything that has occurred to you has been part of my plan.” Feeling the maddening rage threatening to erupt, Darth Vengeance unclipped both of her lightsabers. Two distinct snap-hisses reverberated throughout the small throne room; yet, Revan appeared unfazed. “What do you mean to do with your weapons?” “I should kill you where you stand,” she hissed. “You wish to destroy me before you learn the truth.” “What truth?” Darth Vengeance barked. Revan moved closer. “I have learned the secret of life eternal.” He paused briefly before continuing. “With that power we would be invincible, and our foes will beg for our mercy.” “Why me?” She queried, keeping her eyes fixed on him. “You once severed your connection with the Force and lived. No one has ever accomplished such a feat,” Revan pointed out. “A power such as yours would allow us to bend the Force to obey only our desires…to make things as we want….that is, if you are brave enough to face the challenge.” “Challenge?” Revan moved closer. “The knowledge we seek is far away and its keepers will be rather… unwilling… to part with it easily.” Darth Vengeance didn’t know how to respond. The mighty Revan was offering her the chance to become more powerful than any Jedi or Sith had ever dared to aspire. Together, as mere mortals, they had brought the Mandalorian race to near extinction. As gods, they could rule over the galaxy with an indestructible fist. Bowing her head in acceptance, the Exile extinguished her weapons. “The Jedi will be no match against us.” Revan folded his arms. “And we will lead the Sith to their rightful place in the universe.” Kneeling before him, Vengeance declared, “I pledge myself and my loyalty to you, my Lord.” Regret. Emptiness. The typical solace of mediation brought Jaden no comfort. For days, he had replayed the events in the tomb over and over in his mind, trying to find something that could have warned him sooner. The emptiness he felt over the loss of his Master was as if a part of his soul had withered away into nothingness. Jaden had felt Yaddle sever her training bond with him right before the moment death took her. He knew she had done it to spare him the pain of her physical demise, and yet that thought only caused more misery. Even visits from both Masters Yoda and Windu could not shake away the guilt that threatened to tear him apart. “Padawan Fai?” called out the soft voice of the petite nurse that had been tending to him. “Yes?” Jaden muttered. “You have a visitor.” Jaden rolled onto his side, turning his face away from the entrance. “Whatever.” Expecting to hear more platitudes concerning Jedi duty and merging with the Force, he squeezed his eyes shut, hoping they would leave him alone. He was ill prepared for the greeting he was about to receive. “I hope I am not disturbing you, Jaden.” A heavily Coruscant-accented voiced called out to him. Flipping over, Jaden’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when he recognized the figure. “Master Kenobi!” He immediately rose off his bed and bowed in respect. Obi-Wan waved his hands. “No need for that, Padawan. You shouldn’t be over-exerting yourself.” “What are you doing here?” Jaden asked in awe as he motioned for the revered Jedi Knight to sit down. “I heard about what happened and I wished to extend my condolences personally,” Obi-Wan responded with a saddened smile. “I was quite fond of your Master. I learned much from her as did countless others.” “She was the best,” Jaden boasted. “Of course.” Obi-Wan said. “I also wanted to inquire as to your well being.” “Why?” Jaden queried, suddenly wincing when he realized he asked the question in a much harder tone than he intended. Master Kenobi seemed to understand as he flashed a quick smile before he responded. “Not many in the Order have encountered things related to the Sith,” he said. “I was hoping that given our similar experiences, you would feel comfortable talking about what happened.” Jaden scoffed loudly. “I never faced a Sith warrior like you. I only walked into an ancient tomb and out of stupidity tripped a booby trap that cost my Master her life,” he sobbed. Obi-Wan moved over from his chair onto Jaden’s bedside and wrapped his arm around the boy’s shoulders. “No matter still. From what I’ve learned, the crypt was immersed in the Darkside. It is often difficult to keep such temptations at bay.” Recoiling in surprise, Jaden asked, “Do you and the other masters believe that I will fall to the Darkside over what happened? “Not at all, young one.” Obi-Wan responded kindly. “I am just saying that you have been through a terrible ordeal and I’m here to offer you any assistance. I know what it is like to lose a Master. Not a day passes by that I don’t think about him or how I could have done things different.” Jaden could not stop the tears from falling down his face. “But you did make it.” “And so will you.” Overcome by grief, Jaden buried himself against the renowned Jedi. Words were no longer necessary as he knew that Master Kenobi understood his plight only too well. He only hoped that one day he too would conquer his guilt over Master Yaddle’s death and become the great Jedi Knight she always had proclaimed he would become. He would not fail her again. The will of the Force was mysterious indeed. Mace Windu stood silently alongside Master Yoda watching Obi-Wan comfort the young Padawan. While outwardly he always appeared to be a pillar of strength, in all of years of service, moments such as this deeply affected him. More troubling was Yoda’s encounter with the supposedly mythical Jedi Exile and her orders. Who was she to tell them how to conduct Jedi affairs? Closing his eyes, Mace released his frustrations into the Force. The will of the Force. He remembered vividly the ancient tales of Jedi who claimed to have seen the Force as a physical being. Mace had always thought of them as stories, nothing more. How wrong he had been. Now, the moral of those tales resonated throughout his conscious mind. Of all of those prophetic beings, none had ever lived a charmed life. In other words, he knew that the burden that Master Yoda and he carried would only grow more trying with time. Why would Obi-Wan’s training of a student be so important to the Force? Was the prophecy about to come into being?” “Many questions you have, I sense.” Jarred from his thoughts, Mace looked down at the diminutive Master. “Do you think young Jaden will become Obi-Wan’s student?” “More than a coincidence, this is. The will of the Force at work here, I feel.” “I wish we had the collective wisdom of the Council to aid us.” Mace paused before adding, “I feel the longer we keep these events from them, the more difficulties we will face when we do announce the Force’s intentions.” Yoda groaned loudly. “A hard path to walk, we have been given. Uncertain, the future is.” “Perhaps we should consider inviting young Skywalker to stand before the Council now?” He suggested. “Then they could see how far he has truly come.” “Time for that, it is not,” Yoda responded. “For the moment, trust in the Exile’s instruction, we must.” “That’s what concerns me,” Mace admitted. “From what I know about Master Tro, not only was she a Sith Lord, but she was also on Danthomir for centuries as a member of a coven. How could we ever trust that her intensions are for our benefit?” “Compliance to the will of the Force, her only salvation is,” Yoda said. “A good heart, always has she had. Misguided many times, she has been. A reluctant ally, she may be. But an ally, nonetheless.” Mace grunted in aggravation. He had always prided himself on being a man of action. Indeed, it had been one of his strongest traits, and had earned him a place on the Council. Now with legendary figures from the past and the Force itself appearing to them to make its will perfectly clear, Mace found himself longing for simple days where he did his duty and that was the end of it. He had never wanted to be, or seen himself as a prophet. And yet, here he stood on the precipice of destiny. “I hope so, for our sake,” Mace finally responded. “Events are converging quickly,” Yoda pointed out. “Vigilant, we must be.” Waiting and inaction was all they ever seemed to do anymore, Mace mused as he returned his attention back into the hospital room. Anakin had nothing but disdain for Joaquin Mar, Naboo’s representative in the Senate. He didn’t need his strong affinity with the Force to know that the man was complete scum. And yet, Mar did serve the people faithfully. This simple fact kept him in office, much to Anakin’s and the Queen’s dismay. He mused that Padmé disliked Mar even more than he did, but the Senator had been elected twice by the people and so she was forced to abide by their decision. While Anakin waited for the handmaidens to finish with the Queen’s preparations, he was forced to engage in small talk with the dubious Senator. At that moment, he would have rather been field stripping his ship’s power couplings with his teeth than having to listen to any more of the man’s tasteless jokes. Still, maintaining proper decorum, Anakin did his best to at least look interested. “And after Senator Antilles shared his story about the three legged Wookie, I chimed in about a three armed Gungan,” Joaquin laughed loudly before taking another swig of his Corellian brandy. “I’m sure it was quite hilarious,” Anakin mumbled, unable to stop himself from rolling his eyes. “My Lord, have I ever told you the one about the Sullustian and the Malastarian who wanted me to marry them?” At that same moment, Dormé entered and exaggerated clearing her throat. “Excuse me Senator for interrupting, but her Highness wishes to speak with Lord Skywalker in her chambers immediately.” “She doesn’t wish to speak with me as well?” Mar asked, stumbling to his feet. Dormé leered at him momentarily prior to sneaking a quick wink at Anakin. “I’m afraid not, sir. She did indicate though that she would like to discuss several matters with you at a later time.” “I am of course at her Majesty’ dispose,” the obviously intoxicated Senator proclaimed. Shaking her head, Dormé turned her attention towards Anakin. “My Lord, if you would please accompany me.” Anakin didn’t need a second invitation to leave. As they departed the lounge area, he flashed her a large grin. “I don’t know how to thank you for getting me out of there. I was just about ready to throw my lightsaber at him.” “Lucky I arrived when I did,” Dormé said with a wry smile. Before Anakin could answer, she abruptly stopped outside the Queen’s quarters. “Her Highness is waiting for you inside.” Noticing that she remained in place, Anakin paused in the doorway. “Aren’t you coming in?” Dormé shook her head. “Her Majesty wishes to speak with you alone.” Anakin nodded and smiled in thanks as he walked further inside the dimly lit room. Sitting on one of the small, plush couches was Queen Amidala, dressed in her traditional formal red gowns. Her face was already painted white, marking the full conversion from Padmé into her royal persona. In some ways, they were two distinct persons, Anakin mused. Amidala was detached and relatively unemotional. Duty to the people was her primary concern, which never wavered under any circumstance. She was good and strong, although Anakin could sense that the mantle of leadership was beginning to burden her. Like him, Padmé was becoming plagued with nightmares. She worked herself to the point of total exhaustion. On more nights than he could remember, Anakin had to carry her from her office to her bedroom because she lacked the strength to walk. He worried constantly about her health. Anakin had not been at all pleased over Parliament’s amendment to extend her term. He knew too well that she would accept their decision and would remain to complete her term of service. She stared at him quizzically as he stood silently appraising her. “Are you alright, my Lord?” “I’m sorry, my Queen,” Anakin responded, returning to the moment. “I was…lost in thought.” Amidala nodded in understanding. “Please sit down,” she motioned to a couch next to her. Anakin dutifully complied. “What did you wish to discuss, my Queen?” “Ani,” she whispered. “Don’t call me that.” “I beg your pardon?” he asked in confusion. She shook her head abruptly. “No formalities. I need my best friend right now without the pomp.” “Of course, Padmé.” Anakin responded, moving closer to the edge of the seat. “Are you ready to give your testimony?” Padmé obviously shrugged. “I’m concerned that my anger at the Viceroy will be overwhelming and not allow me to focus. If that happens, I will cost our people their chance at justice and that contemptible Neimoidian will go free.” “Close your eyes,” Anakin softly instructed. “What?” she uncertainly asked. “Trust me,” he offered, feeling his mouth curl into a grin. Nodding in compliance, Padmé did as he requested. Anakin then reached over to place both of his hands atop of hers. Having to ignore the rush of feelings that gushed through him from simply touching her, Anakin focused his mind into the currents of the Force. “Now, I want you to relax and let your mind follow my voice.” Sensing her acquiescence, he continued, “Concentrate on your breathing. Feel the life giving air enter you as it fills your lungs. Hold it for a second and then release it.” When Padmé did as he instructed, Anakin saw her body relax. Summoning the invisible energy field around them, Anakin directed the Force towards her, encouraging it to strengthen her, as well as embolden her resolve for the trial. He also sent waves of his devotion towards her and his profound belief in her. In his mind’s eye, he witnessed her Force presence brightened as it filled her. Heartened by his success, Anakin gathered more of the Force, as well as his own strength in her direction. A sudden, brilliant light jolted him as he saw illuminated swirls danced about him. As the brightness dimmed, Anakin saw himself walking around Padmé who was sitting with her legs crossed in the middle of a flowering field. He then paused and turned in her direction. “Remember, my angel that the Force is within in you and everywhere about you,” He pointed away from her at several objects. “The rock, the tree, the birds flying…the air that fills your lungs are part of her realm. It will obey you just as it does me.” “But, Ani,” she responded in frustration. “I am no Jedi.” “No, you are much greater….” “Your Majesty?” Both Anakin and Padmé blinked their eyes, quickly releasing their hands from one another when they saw that Dormé appeared concerned. “What is it?” Padmé asked with a perplexed look. “I’ve been trying to wake you both up for the past few minutes,” Dormé responded, shifting her eyes between the Queen and Anakin. Anakin quickly turned his head in her direction. “I was just showing the Queen a relaxation technique that Obi-Wan taught me.” “I see,” Dormé replied unconvinced. “My apologies for interrupting, but we have received word that the tribunal is ready for you.” “Very well,” Amidala said as she rose to her feet. “Let’s get moving.” As the Queen and the handmaiden departed, Anakin hovered behind, confused by the experience. Perhaps they had fallen asleep and he had been merely dreaming? What if it had been a vision of the future? It was be something he would need to meditate upon. ** TBC-Thoughts, comments, suggestions and praises, are all welcomed and appreciated! -----signature----- "This above all, to thine own self be true." Polonius, Hamlet, Act I, Scene III For the Love of the Queen: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/24151408/p1/?0 The Naboo Chronicles: http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/18644312/?162
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G__Anakin Registered: Apr '06	Date Posted: 7/18/06 3:56pm Subject: RE: For the Love of the Queen-Sequel to The Naboo Chronicles (A/P, O/S & OCs) Chap 4 Posted (7/18)!!
	Great post thanks for the PM -----signature----- Knighted by Courtney_Solo - - - My fanfic - - - Jedi Sith - http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=26751105&brd=10476&start=26759554
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rocketscientist Registered: Nov '05	Date Posted: 7/18/06 5:10pm Subject: RE: For the Love of the Queen-Sequel to The Naboo Chronicles (A/P, O/S & OCs) Chap 4 Posted (7/18)!!
	Rev! Dude! You don't skimp on your chapters that's for sure! I feel like the shrimp from "Finding Nemo" "I am ashamed!" (yes I have a kid!) Anyway - I enjoyed the look into the lives of the handmaidens. We don't often see them so intimately. Nor is it easy to handle dialogue with that many speakers - but you pulled it off really well. Very interesting little contention they had going. Dahlia is becoming quite the little adept. This is not good. (But it sure is cool ) Dahlia bowed as the Dark Lord turned to leave her room; her heart was still pounding in excitement. For the first time in her life, Dahlia knew what it was like to have and use real power. She wanted more. She needed more Whoa! And Master Yaddle died - oh dear, poor Jaden. I wonder what 's going to become of him? And the exile Illianya is TOO COOL! She has a real history doesn't she? - about 4000 years!!!!! I like it! <gasp!> I wonder if SHE knows what's in the crypt!!!!! way cool! I just love how Padmé and Anakin are growing up and together at the same time. Anakin dutifully complied. “What did you wish to discuss, my Queen?” “Ani,” she whispered. “Don’t call me that.” “I beg your pardon?” he asked in confusion. She shook her head abruptly. “No formalities. I need my best friend right now without the pomp.” Nice Fantastic update! -----signature----- I write to find out why I’m writing what I’m writing. M.J. Harrison WIP - Doppelgänger - http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=24328635&brd=1 my fan art- http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25738915/p1
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DancesWithBlasters Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 7/18/06 6:04pm Subject: RE: For the Love of the Queen-Sequel to The Naboo Chronicles (A/P, O/S & OCs) Chap 4 Posted (7/18)!!
	Oh. Wow. Dahlia, she just started training with Palpy, and she's already soaking up the Sith issues. She needs to cool down, and think about it, does she really want people suffer and die horrible deaths by her hand? The Ani/Ami mushy stuff was cuteness beyond perfect, so you know. And so was everything else! -----signature----- "I want freedom for the full expression of my personality." - M. Ghandi Living with Legends and Creating History: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/25880483/p1/?0 Hidden Truths: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/25485040/p1/?44
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AngelQueen Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 7/18/06 8:35pm Subject: RE: For the Love of the Queen-Sequel to The Naboo Chronicles (A/P, O/S & OCs) Chap 4 Posted (7/18)!!
	The plot thickens at all levels! Awesome job, Rev! Loved Mace's frustration! grins AQ -----signature----- "Anakin, my allegiance is to the Republic, to democracy!" "If you're not with me, then you're my enemy." "Only a Sith deals in absolutes. I will do what I must." "You will try." Obi-Wan and Anakin
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Mirik Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 7/18/06 10:16pm Subject: RE: For the Love of the Queen-Sequel to The Naboo Chronicles (A/P, O/S & OCs) Chap 4 Posted (7/18)!!
	wondeful update )) as always i'm head over heels with the mushy part! -----signature----- Mothers lose all memory of their own wrong doings when confronted with those of their
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astarael Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 7/19/06 1:39am Subject: RE: For the Love of the Queen-Sequel to The Naboo Chronicles (A/P, O/S & OCs) Chap 4 Posted (7/18)!!
	Great post -----signature----- She doesn't really exist anymore, except every now and then and here and there, in small ways and small things. If we had not come this way, she would not have been, and now that we have passed, she will not be... She is Astarael The Weeper -Abhosen
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sethsky Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 7/19/06 9:23am Subject: RE: For the Love of the Queen-Sequel to The Naboo Chronicles (A/P, O/S & OCs) Chap 4 Posted (7/18)!!
	I like,i like. Can't wait for more. see ya
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Idrelle_Miocovani Title: Solar Power loving Scattergories Hostess Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 7/19/06 10:46am Subject: RE: For the Love of the Queen-Sequel to The Naboo Chronicles (A/P, O/S & OCs) Chap 4 Posted (7/18)!!
	Awwww, I loved seeing into the lives of the handmaidens. Dahlia bowed as the Dark Lord turned to leave her room; her heart was still pounding in excitement. For the first time in her life, Dahlia knew what it was like to have and use real power. She wanted more. She needed more EEEEEK! (I seem to be doing that a lot lately... ) ::shudders:: Creepiness. That is deffinately not good. And so the plot thickens. Yay! -----signature----- Buffy staked Edward. The end. "We did it, we bashed them, wee Potter's the one! And Voldy's gone mouldy, so now let’s have fun!" This Time Around: http://boards.theforce.net/ASP/user.asp?usr=1162416 Padawan of DarthIshtar
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 7/20/06 1:41pm Subject: RE: For the Love of the Queen-Sequel to The Naboo Chronicles (A/P, O/S & OCs) Chap 4 Posted (7/18)!!
	Wow! The plot thickens! Dahlia couldn’t help beaming at her accomplishment. “Well done.” Sidious praised. “What happened?” Dahlia asked with a mixture of fright and euphoria. “You have taken your first step. In time, you will take another.” “But I want to learn more now!” She demanded. “Patience, little one.” Sidious urged. “For now, rest. I will teach you more very soon.” Dahlia bowed as the Dark Lord turned to leave her room; her heart was still pounding in excitement. For the first time in her life, Dahlia knew what it was like to have and use real power. She wanted more. She needed more Very worrisome indeed, but a great post! -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Army Mom! HOOAH! Adopt a soldier: http://soldiersangels.org/
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Darth-Buddy Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 7/20/06 9:04pm Subject: RE: For the Love of the Queen-Sequel to The Naboo Chronicles (A/P, O/S & OCs) Chap 4 Posted (7/18)!!
	I liked all of your sub-plots, thanks for the update. I can't wait for monday. -----signature----- Buddy - A mini-pin with a Darkside. Fan Fiction is better than the Exploited Universe! Obidala sucks!
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geo3 Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 7/21/06 5:45am Subject: RE: For the Love of the Queen-Sequel to The Naboo Chronicles (A/P, O/S & OCs) Chap 4 Posted (7/18)!!
	I edited my previous post with the proper comments on Chapter 3. Only I'm so late that it's long buried on the thread somewhere by now! Anyway, here are my thoughts on Chapter 4. I don’t envy Padmé the political and military choices that are facing her as Queen and protector of Naboo. I’m very happy that throughout the story, you have made explicit the conflict between the desire of a peaceful planet to live by its values and the need to preserve that planet and to keep it safe. There are no perfect solutions. Nothing is simple. This struggle between values and political necessity gives real depth to the story and the characters’ struggles. The scene in which Dahlia receives her first lesson is tragic on so many levels. Poor, poor child. So much has happened to her. I don’t blame her for wanting to grasp a “way out” of the evils that have befallen her through no fault of her own, but the manipulation just turns my stomach. It’s… evil! I loved the scene with Obi-Wan and Jaden. However AU you’ve taken the story in making him the secretly married Jedi, your characterization of Obi-Wan, his modesty, and his earnestness, is spot-on! “Wise beyond your years, you are.” Master Yoda encouraged. “The strength you showed on Naboo, young Jaden needs to see. Give him hope, it will.” Obi-Wan was stunned by their suggestions. While he had heard some whispers whenever he returned to the Temple, never did he ever believe his actions were worth such admiration. Indeed, the confrontation in the Theed Palace reactor core had been a fight to save his own skin, not a noble conflict between good and evil. Had he not been in the company of these venerable Masters, Obi-Wan would have groaned in utter displeasure. This is so HIM! I understand the depth of Jaden’s grief very well. But can I just say that the phrase …he would not fail her again… gives me a very, very bad feeling? And as always, I eagerly soaked up the scene in which we learn more about the Exile’s past, as I avidly absorb ANY scene with Illyania! Darth Vengeance didn’t know how to respond. The mighty Revan was offering her the chance to become more powerful than any Jedi or Sith had ever dared to aspire. Together, as mere mortals, they had brought the Mandalorian race to near extinction. As gods, they could rule over the galaxy with an indestructible fist. Bowing her head in acceptance, the Exile extinguished her weapons. “The Jedi will be no match against us.” She never ceases to fascinate me, and her past as a Sith… the Mandalorian connection… how did she get from THAT to the Illyania who is now entrusted with Anakin’s education, despite Padmé’s worries about her? sigh I guess I'll just have to be patient... Oh, yes --- loved Anakin’s disdainful discomfort with the slimy politician --- his vision--- What a complex, sweeping story you have here. Bravo! -----signature----- "Love is higher than opinion. If people love one another the most varied opinions can be reconciled - this is one of the most important tasks for humankind today and in the future is that we should learn to live together and understand one another. " ===
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