Saga - PT Saga - OT Saga - Legends Ahsoka meets the Naberries.

It was approximately 3 years after the battle of Mandalore & a few months after Ahsoka stint as Mandalar the Exiled.

By the goddesses She hated rain.

The capital city of naboo Theed received the large amount of rain due to the large quantity of water nearby, Especially in the outer edges the city.

To make matters worse, Empire day was approaching soon.

oh she hated that too.

Beside her was her colleague and friend former dark lord of the Sith Darth Maul. Almost shivering, if it wasn't for the constant noise of the rain she likely could've heard his teeth chatter.

Both of them were wearing large trench coats shield themselves from the harsh condition

Maul was also wearing large pants & shirt as to hide his zabreki heritage. Along with the Sith tattoos.

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Thunder and lightning also seem to multiply in this environment


If the winds picked up any higher she would have said this was a hurricane.

The wind was practically trying to throw off her jacket.

But that wasn't the worst part

It was so hard to even see with All this rain.


The wind gave a howling deafening call.

Tree leaves and twigs were being thrown to the wind. It was not enough to pick up hover cars just yet. But it felt close.


'We are close,' she heard in her mind courtesy of own companions for sensitivity. Maul knew this planet far better than she did. Especially the ruling families own home (at least the family contemporary to the occupation of Naboo by the trade federation ).

She knew they Were close, but she could barely hear herself think!

She could barely hear mauls thoughts

'There's a hotel nearby, if we want to wait it out till morning we don't have to do this all in one night'

Maul liked that hotel, it gave lovely snacks in the morning. One of the more memorable and luxurious places he lived in his life.

'it was best to keep on moving.' She sent why wait, she would hate to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory...

LIGHTNING
"1"
"-2-"
"--3--"
"---4---"
! THUNDER CLAP--5--THUNDER CLAP!"​

"It's close" an old woman commented before returning to her book.


Old Naberrie manor was indeed a large imposing place. Some would even describe it as a magnificent mansion. Old archaic architecture. Sloped triangle shaped roofs. The front door itself held two magnificently large marble pillars in front of the large double mahogany doors.

However, many would be surprised to find that the house itself was a relatively recent purchase for the Naberrie family, Done by the eldest of the family Winama Naberrie, the old matriarch of the family.


Propped up in her hands was an old leathery book. An easily deceiving appearance, as it was far more ancient as it let on. The body of the book was held together by the ruins along the spine. Had it not been for the few spells on it would have disintegrated by now.


The book was a familial grimoire. An ancient totem of her family's history. One that she held dear.

it was one of the few things she had from her ancestors, the last things she had from her parents!

Eventually she planned to give it to her children and grandchildren when she died, to inherit the family legacy.

The leather of the book itself was not made out of normal substances but Ridgid Sithari Flesh (apparently the person someone who loved books so much they wanted to become one)

Winama herself had a hard time reading all of the pages, at times. The ancient Nabooian sith language of the old coven was hard to read for a modern reader. especially with her old crummy eyes. But she's supposed that was one of the perks of using paper. its information could not as easily be corrupted or translated.


The only thing lighting the library room was a small candle giving a certain ambience to the room. Alone with a good book, sitting by the fire. It was Nice. Calming really.

LIGHTNING
"1"
"-2-"
"--3--"
"---4---"
! THUNDER CLAP--5--THUNDER CLAP!"​

The whims of mother nature was a ancient primordial terror that all sentient beings despise had to deal with. but it only caused her to hide in her comfy chair. With blankets wrapped around her.

Her rolling chair by her side.

The storm felt like was coming in easy to count the time between lightning and thunder.
And with the ancient Force, she could also feel something approaching her home.

Looking around, Winama reveled in the atmosphere of the room.

Still in awe, she had an entire library all to herself! and her family, a stark contrast to her childhood and early adult years...

 

Growing up, Winama Naberrie had been a working class cloth Weaver, just barely scraping by. Her father was a simple bank teller that barely made enough as is, And her mother was a teacher that made even less so.
It was a humble beginning, her first job when she first started working was a shirtwaist factory girl

She was only 14 at the Time, and poverty was always a threat to her family.
---------++++++ l( many Years later) +++++---------

After many years of blood, sweat and tears, Winama Naberrie became the first nelected president for the " Nabooian United Textiles and Tapestries workers union", or "Nattuu" one of the largest radical unions for naboo in recent years the Union, with numbers in the hundreds of thousands spanning multiple chapters along nearly entire planet!

Winama was already a famed accredited tapestry Weaver by her own right, But this only spread her legacy even further!

Spoiler: alternative names

Nabooian United federation of Textiles, Tapestries, and clothing manufacturers industrial workers union
Industrial planetary Union of textiles tapestries fabricators.
"Nabooian association of/for fabricator, weavers Textiles and Tapestries and garments union

Honestly I don't know but I have a lot of names I could have used.

Many would celebrate this achievement!

Even she celebrated By wearing a gorgeous ball gown to the after party

Spoiler: Ball gown description

The gown's fabric poofy and multi-layered,

beneath the main gown a multi-layered array of petticoats beneath the main gown arrange to the color spectrum red being the top blurple being the bass of the gown, each layer of petticoat offered more volume to the gown
The main skirt was made out of the thousands of logos and names of the various unions and co-ops she organized and unified into natuu, all sewn together in a quilted skirt of pure Elegance, each had consented in the creation of the outfit as a Show of their support for her election
Technically The main buttons that held the skirt was at her waist

That was only the lower half that went to the floor,
Her upper torso was a different matter, at the very bottom was a simple...

The very was a corset correctly laced to her
The upper half was a different matter a simple fluffy shirt

it started as a personal project that was to show her history but seeing as many of them already had voted for her might as well make it public. It only took a few adjustments.

The dress uniquely to the dress had dozens of different sewn In pocket, purely out of spite

Beneath the main skirt were two attachable pockets that could easily hold a loaf of bread on one and a bottle of champagne in the other..
It was a colorful display, irreverent to the modern fashions…

A by-product of being made by the imagination of a "mad woman" (so the local news goes) who has been in industry for a long time
It was handcrafted, one of a kind. Made by one of the best weavers in the planet's history.
The Multiple pins and patches practically made a chainmail covering the vital organs

Author's note Look the more I keep on describing it I keep on changing it and right now this is what I have, I will finalize it eventually but the dress ain't the point
I'm thinking of the Victorian button width 1890s top it's mostly patchwork ideas and just needs a bit hammering

She was the true belle of the ball, and If she were honest Winama felt like a newly elected queen that day!

Dressed in a ball gown surrounded by many of her supporters and allies, at a party that was thrown in her honor!
Winama was almost overwhelmed by the whole affair. Hundreds of Thousands of people had come to the occasion, many of them poor or working class in their finest outfits that they could afford.

It was only thanks to Her gorgeously delicate newly infant son Ruwee Naberrie and her beautiful husband's care & support that kept her going through with the election following Her in hindsight mistake of jokingly throwing her hat into the ring, but she had won!

Hands down!

Uncontested!

she had won!


It was almost unimaginable to the young daughter of an accountant and teacher.

The ballroom was rented out from one of the ashstars family's unused manners, easily fitting the hundreds of thousands of people with room to spare and food a plenty, the union had spard for one of their attributed founders and unifier after election party. (She suspected some of it was her husband's work, much to his denial)

Following her victory speech, where Winama thanked everybody for her win, the celebration truly kicked off with thunderous applause!

Cheers of Her victory echoed throughout the whole night!

Champagne bottles were being cut by elegant sabers in her honor! Not just recent stuff, but ancient preserved liquors wines and alcoholics vintages centuries past too.

Toasts to her victory ranged throughout the night. drinks flowing ton hundreds of different glasses types, From brought at home former grape jelly containers and makeshift glassware to full gala champagne glasses.

The dancehall was equally as crowded music and entertainment flowing like the ocean roaring with cheers and huzzah,

It would make anybody not used to the glamorous limelight uneased and overwhelmed. She was no exception

The extravagance of the occasion only amplified the burden she now held,

It would make anybody not used to the glamorous limelight uneased and overwhelmed. Under her mask of tranquility strength hope and will
She was no exception

The extravagance of the occasion only amplified the burden she now held

It was as if she was trapped.

Trapped in the vast eternally dark depths of the Nabooian ocean.

icy cold water numbing the cold durasteel manacles was wrapped around her every limb and neck. Every part of her being felt held down
Above her was the surface was tomorrow hope, small bits of a sunlight piercing the darkness of the ocean


Below her was unimaginably large, combined weight that shackled her, mockingly. engraved with all of the hopes , dreams, wishes, prayers, lives that depended on her success.

Spoiler

hopesf a better tomorrow,
dreams: of a brighter future,
wishes : for safety security of today,
prayers; for survival to another night
Whispers for a simple loaf of bread
Hopes:for better pay
Dreams: of a lesser collective workload
Wishes; betterworkingconditions
Prayers:forchildrentonotgohungry,
whispers:forfamilietonot go starving
homes to not go cold from lack of affordableheating....

That was what engraved the imaginable burden. that is what threatened to drag her to the black depths, never to be seen again.

Alone in that darkness, Her soul would be infinitesimally crushed under the weight of the ocean Of unknowingness. Slowly but surely broken down until her soul was a
Simple a grain of sand, forgotten time.

The Chains may have been gone but her soul was forgotten, unable to affect unble to help

so infinitesimally small that it could never escape.

All That remain will be echoes, calling remains still remembering the brief glimpse of light it's saw even then it would soon forget about that as well.


That sliver of the golden Paradise of the surface of the tomorrow nothing but a pigment of its imagination

All would be lost lost

so they say,

Winama knew better. It was just her brain messing with her

Whenever she felt this all encompassing dread and anxiety she had a little solution, what always was her solution, to use that idea and turn it into motivation


She would open up her eyes and see that she was not alone. In this depth, in this hell that haunted her nightmares.

she would see an untold amount of beings that were also chained. To this weight.

if they work together, unified they could swim to the surface the light at the end of the of the tunnel

They could all collectively destroy the weight

Light revealing the weights true self, and amorphous construct of History
Made from with imperialism, capitalism , the needlessly suffering of sentience beings corruption, greed, hatred , ambivalence embedded with all the hopes and dreams.. the collective anxieties that weighed the individual.

together they could break those chains that held them down

destroying the manacles that locked all to the depth.

Together they could swim out of their collective prison

"For what force is weaker than the feeble strength of one but Union makes us strong" echoed whenever these anxieties popped up. It forged her philosophy And her path.

If she was to be the new "Queen " of this new enormous Union, that had been United by nearly decades of her and many others' work,
Then she must be one that her supporters elected her for, standing up for the workers rights to prosper. She must unify those chained to the same fate so that they all may see a golden future.

If only it was that simple.



+--++(decades later, upon reflection of her life in her old age ) ++-+

Winama's heart will always cherish those days, they were so much simpler. She didn't have to be worry about this new Empire.


But not everything was fun and games.

The historical reasons as to why the (nearly) planetary industrial Union was created in the first place had to be thoroughly addressed. It took many years for those to be addressed

Many folks' blood, sweat and tears would be sacrificed for their victories.

But there were many victories, many that she oversaw personally.
And generations would thank her for it. Knowingly or not.

Despite all that, She could not take all the credit, she never wanted all the credit because she recognized the truth

for it was the people whose power and strength, hope, compassion , empathy and drive for a better tomorrow! It Was they truly pushed the change that was needed.

It was the people's hope sketched, tweaked altered, the blueprint made the goals set

It was the proletarians blistered hands weaving hopes into reality. Turning blueprints into luscious tapestries.

History books will say that she was a great woman but truly it was the collective's work.

The problem of those days were truly multifaceted and vast, with the help of generations problems will vanquish.

() Time skip, hours before the arrival ()
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Ahsoka Tano was bored out of her mind with her ship casually coasting. Autopilot was good in most cases but it was better to at least make sure that nothing stupid happens

So shes listening to a galactic holo podcast on the "people's history of naboo" topass the time

essentially it was an archived of a live stream interview turn into audio Only entertainment.



She wanted to learn more about the Naberrie family before she sprung up the fact that

'I'm the adopted daughter of Padme naberrie amadala -skywalker and I just now decided to meet up with you after your kid died nearly 3 years earlier.'she thought to herself cringing that she procrastinated this long.



Her copilot the former Sith Lord Darth Maul, was sitting in his chair, his face casually bleeding dripping down onto the highly absorbent sheets she placed around his sleeping body.

and the felt on his horns were shedding, Like space deer. Perfectly natural occurrence within the zebrek subspecies that resided on the planet of dothamir.

it looks are being no physical pain as the horn innards had already grown and hardened cutting off the circulation that was once there at the base of the nub where new horns would grow. He had bought a medication to cause it to mature earlier (something the zebrak species sold at the local market wherever they resided) cuz it was simpler to deal with smaller horns that weren't fully grown.

just trimming it out right could have been done it was painful with the blood still inside the horns.

Anyway because of all this he had a nice washable blanket behind the co-pilot chair, along with a nap blanket she had placed over him and didn't want to ruin the new leather upholstery Just after it got installed not a week earlier.

A/n:I'll take any criticism honestly