Handmaidens: Saché's Story ~*~*~*~*~ Author Note - Feb 3

Through the Eyes of a Handmaiden, Part III: Saché?s Story

By: Obischick

Brief Synopsis: The life of Handmaiden Saché Obaro before and up to the end of TPM.

Disclaimer: Star Wars isn?t mine. Saché isn?t mine, neither are Rabé, Yané, Sabé, Eirtaé, Padmé, Panaka, Sio Bibble, Theed, and anything else in the movies. All other characters and situations are ideas of mine. If you want to use a character (which, IMO, is unlikely ) please ask beforehand!

Rating: AotC PG (Violence, mush, nothing explicit)

Author?s Note: This is the third in a series of five. No, you don?t need to read the first three to understand this one, but if you want to read the first two, PM me or check my bio.

And now, without any further ado, let?s begin this story!

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My father was a very charismatic man, and he and my mom married young. Very young. Mom was only 17 when they were married, and father was five years her senior. I was born three years later, but things hadn?t been good ever since the day after they got married.

As a wedding gift, my grandfather had given his eldest son, my father, the family farm. It was a huge farm down in the ranchlands, and we did very well.

That?s when father discovered the joys of drinking. Mom tried to keep him calm, but father got angry when he was drunk. He was very chauvinistic to begin with, raised mainly to think that a woman?s place was at home, in the kitchen. It got worse when he drank.

My name is Saché Narané Obaro, and this is my story.


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My family?s gorgeous farm is situated on several kilometers of land down in the Ranchlands of Naboo. The closest civilization is the large city of Soria about 100 kms west of our farm.

From my bedroom window, you could see it all. For about three kilometers to the right, you could see the rolling fields of golden grains and the huge forests past that filled with large, ancient trees and several streams and tributaries of the Cyesta river, all of which I loved to escape to when I was young.

To the left, you could see our orchard of nala-fruit, medium sized round fruits that turned a light purple when they were ripe and fit perfectly in the palm of my hand. Past the orchard, if you followed the Cyesta, you found huge rolling hills covered with grass and wildflowers that were just a prelude to a lake that was fed by a three wide, yet short, waterfalls and emptied back into the Cyesta. Ancient, crooked trees shaded its shore and sticking out of the ground between the lake and land were a few old half-broken statues of humanoid figures.

This was another of my private escapes.

You accessed the main house and the rest of the compound from the main road by a winding dirt road with tall trees lined up on either side that made pleasant crinkling noises when the breeze past through them. The road itself was only a kilometer or so long and it leads you to a semi-large courtyard. In the middle of the courtyard is a small fountain and pool in the typical Naboo style.

Off to the right, the road continues for a half kilometer to take you to the barns, worksheds, worker?s homes and the food storage buildings. A little further past that, the road narrows and leads you to the domesticated tusk-cat and gualama stables and the shaak fields.

The main house, the house in which I was born, is right in front of the courtyard, directly in front of the road that stems off the main road. The off-white plaster-like material it is made of reflects the morning sun and the pale-green tiled roof and arching, open doorways are all done in a very Naboo-ish way. The house is very large, like all farmhouses, but it is filled with people. Migrant workers, the house staff, permanent workers and their families, and, of course, my small family fill its halls.

The house was built in old Naboo fashion by my great-great-great grandfather, and it passed all the way down to my father, in

 

Yay, you started! And what a beginning - that was very powerful.

Yeah, yeah, I haven't read the other two, but I will. Eventually.

Excellent work, Chica! I'm looking forward to more - who knows, it might inspire me to work on my handmaiden series.

Mel

 

Wonderful beginning. I love how you started off your story with a memory; it gives loads of background to the character. Now I'm tempted to go back and read the previous parts, keep up the good work!

-Bjork.

 

You started again! *Jumps very excitedly up and down* YAY!!!!!!

It was so great so far! argh, I just want to strangle that Raiven!

Sache has siblings? Hmmm...

Looking eagerly for more!!!!!

 

**Sets off tons of Gandalf-style fireworks and jumps around with the excitement of a cute little hobbit child**


Yipeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's started, it's started!!!!!!!!!


**Waves "Go Lucen" flag exhuberantly and then stops to giggle**


Okay, some more level headed comments....

**cough**

"...a lake that was fed by a three wide, yet short, waterfalls and emptied back into the Cyesta. Ancient, crooked trees shaded its shore and sticking out of the ground between the lake and land were a few old half-broken statues of humanoid figures."


Gee, is it just me, or does that seem awfully like a combination of Lothlorien and the Amon Hen?



I want to live on Saché's farm! It sounds so beautiful! And the Cyesta River.... what a pretty name. Is that from the sourcebook? Or did it come from your own clever little head?


Oooh, how ominous the ending was though. I have a bad feeling about the little one...


But let's not think bad thoughts about the future of the fic right at this wonderful moment!

**Opens big bottle of carbonated fizzy drinks ® (copyright 2002 by Emma ), and passes around glasses.

Cheers!

 

Great start! Glad you started this so quickly!

 

**looks more carefully at fellow reader company**


Heya Mel, glad to see you here.

**cough** I too hope that this story is ample inspiration (for you)

 

Fantastic start I just got done reading your other 2 handmaiden storys I can't wait for you to post more.

UP

Winter6

 

Very, very good! Your writing never ceases to amaze me! Your descriptions and characters just blow me away! How do you do it? Is it just the way you are, or do you use sourcebooks like Secrets of Naboo or something? I wish I could write as well as you!

*~HM Yané~*

 

Oh Emma that was powerful!

You know after Sabé, Saché is my fave, so thanks for doing this
You also know I love Naboo, and the way you write it brings warm feelings to my heart

I love it, you know how to write children very well

I already feel very sorry for Ché´s mom and Noumé! And absolutely love the guy who knocked the bad dad down.

Please write more soon, chica!

Huggles
Denny

 

Obischick, you've started a new one!! How very, very lovely!
So... Saché is a farm girl? I would never have guessed The place she grew up in sounds absolutely wonderful. Though her father sounds horrible Now when Caité (loved that name BTW) is pregnant again, will she really stay with him? I hope not but probably... Post again soon dear!

 

Yay, you've started again!

The farm sounds lovely, and especially the house.

Argh.
Saché's father.
That's all I need to say.
I hope Caité leaves him now that she found out that she's pregnant again...

Oasis says... what's the story morning glory?

 

UP you go!

Denny

 

Mely - Thanks so much hon! Inspiration eh? Here's hoping that it does!

Bjork - Aw! You're so sweet! Yes, go back and read the other two!

bobill - **watches bobill jump up and down** Hehe! I'm happy I've started again too! **won't say anything about siblings**

Sacha - You have a new name now, so I don't get confused! Ooh! Fireworks!! **gets easily distracted**

Heh. What makes you think I've watched FotR too many times? The Cyesta River is something I came up with in my clever little head... Go me!

Cheers! **drinks fizzy fruit drink**

Jaya Solo - Welcome to our insane party! Hope you enjoy this one as much as the others!

Winter6 - Welcome to the insane party as well! Aww... you're so sweet! Everyone here is so nice! **giant hugs all around**

Yané - Speaking of sweetness, here's Yané! Honey, you're a great writer! And some of the things I use are in the sourcebook, others are products of my strange imagination...

DENNY! - Aww... you're getting really good at this gushing thing, did you know? I know how much you like Saché, so I hope my story lives up to your imagination!

menilma - Lol! Yup, our dear Saché is a farmgirl! Yes, the farm she lives on is very idellic... that comes into play later on when... You almost made me give away story! Bad girl! And hopefully the next post will clear up a lot.

Aly - Yes Argh indeed! Glad you liked the descrips! And as I said before, the next post will clear up a lot of things!

Thanks for the up Den!

Next post will be later today or possibly tomorrow... Cheers all!

~Obischick

 

Good start, Chicks! I'm very interested to see how Sache's situation plays out. One of the great things about writing is that different authors can do very different things with the same situation. Caite... UP, and post very very soon.
~Tae

 

Aww, thanks...

Here's an up to show my thanks and to get you more readers!!

 

Eirtaé! - Thanks so much! Heh... yeah, I really like the name Caité too...

Yané - Thanks for the up dear!

Okay, here's post number two! You're all going to hate me at the end though... though you might just hate me throughout the story...

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Noumé sat there, stock still for a moment after my mom?s announcement. ?How far along are you?? She asked tersely.

Mom sniffed back tears. ?Two months.? She croaked after a moment. I blinked a couple times as I sat in my closet. Pregnant? What was pregnant? I blinked a couple more times in confusion, then looked back to my mom and Noumé.

?Does,? Noumé began hesitantly, ?does?he know??

Mom shook her head. ?No. I was going to tell him, tonight, something happy, something to celebrate, y?know?? Mom sniffed a couple more times. ?Then he went out and got? drunk.? She spat angrily. ?He ruined it.?

Noumé hugged her tightly. ?It?s still good news.? She said guardedly. ?Congratulations.?

?Oh yeah.? Mom laughed harshly. ?Wonderful news. I have another child to worry about twenty-seven hours of the day.?

?Oh stars!? Noumé cried, springing up.

?What?? Mom exclaimed.

?Saché?s in the closest!? Noumé cried, hurrying over to the closet I sat in. I sat back on my feet from where I had been kneeling. Noumé threw the closet doors open and I looked up at her expectantly.

?Hi MéMé.? I said politely. I stuck my head out of the closet and smiled at my mom. ?Hi mama!? I waved at her. Mom stared at me in shock as Noumé picked me up and was about to take me upstairs when mom started laughing.

My mom?s laugh is the most glorious noise I have ever heard. Loud and full of happiness and joy, she smiled at me through her beaten face and gestured to Noumé to bring me to her. Noumé reluctantly complied, depositing me in my mom?s lap. Mom hugged me close to her, and I could feel the beating of her heart through her breast. It was silent a few minutes as the three of us sat there together, silent.

Finally, I lifted my head and looked at my mom. ?Mama?? I asked.

?Yes sweetie?? Mom replied.

I hesitated for a moment, then asked what was on my mind. ?What?s a?a pregnant??

For a moment, no one spoke, and I though that perhaps they might be angry with me. Then something wonderful happened. Mom laughed again. Joined by Noumé?s rueful chuckle, and my loudly nervous laugh, the three of us probably woke the entire household.

Mom smiled at me, her dark brown eyes shining brightly. ?It means, dear heart, that you are going to have a little brother or a little sister in about seven months.?

My wide brown eyes widened in shock. ?Realwe?? Mom grinned wider.

?Really darling.?

?Dats pwetty coowl.? I said earnestly. Noumé burst into laughter and mom chuckled along.

?I agree compweatly.? Mom said teasingly, tickling me. I shrieked with laughter, and then Noumé put me to bed, while mom washed up and put ice on her eye to keep the puffing down.

Surprisingly, or perhaps, not surprisingly, father took the news really well. I think he was a bit disappointed when I was born, because I was a girl. He was really looking forward to having an heir I think. He refused to believe that the unborn baby might be a girl. In his mind?s eye, the child my mom was pregnant was always a boy. Always his heir.

I believe that mom was very relieved when she went into labor and gave birth to a healthy baby boy that mom and father named Danyel Chion Obaro. He was my baby brother. I loved him to death, except when he would scream in the middle of the night.

I?m sure that mom though that Danyel?s vocal powers would push father over the edge, but whenever Danyel would wake up crying, father would roll over and murmur, ?Boy?s got strong lungs, thank the gods.? And mom would smile nervously and run to Danyel?s room, where she and Noumé would get him to quiet down.

Danyel had just turned two, when fa

 

another wonderfully well written installment, Emma!

So innocent and sad at the same time! I´m glad to see Caité has decided to leave! That would be the only thing to do, and honestly, I´d have done that a long time ago -- poor Ché and poor Danyel!

waiting for the next installment!

Hurry!

Denny

 

Wow, that was excellent, Chica. I'm almost at a loss for words... but not quite.

I especially liked the part where Ché calls herself a little princess - I used to do that when I was her age. (Actually, I was usually Cinderella, but that's beside the point. ) But wow, you went from such a cute image to such a horrible thing... I have to wonder what made him get drunk again, when he hadn't done it in so long. Poor Ché.

But I'm glad they're leaving - even though I hate the idea of children growing up without their fathers, I'd rather see them with only one parent than with an abusive parent.

Perfectly lovely, and perfectly evil. You get a gold star.

Mel

 

Hate you?? For what? A good post? *hands on hips* I don't think so!!

?Oh?yeahdeydo.? His words were slurring together so much that I really had no idea as to what he was telling me. I frowned at him, but got the message clear enough when he picked me up and slung me over his shoulder. I thought this was pretty cool. All the bad guys in the fairy tale holovids always did this to the princesses. I thought he was playing along. So I did what all the princesses did in the holovids.

I screamed and pounded on his back like there was no tomorrow.

Uh-oh...not good...

Finally! They leave! I was waiting for them to leave as soon as Railen started beating up on Caité (I love that name too, BTW ) and Noumé!

I used to make believe I was a princess too! Me and my cousin would gallop around on our "horses" and run around the "castle" and be very "prissy". Very fun...

This is excellently written! You inspire me, you know. Everytime I read your stories, I want to write a chapter of my own and the chapter usually turns out good.

And UUUUUUUPPPPPP!!!

*~HM Yané~*

 

What's a...a pregnant?

LOL! That was so adorable.


Evil, evil daddy! **shudder**

Run, Saché, run!



Incidentally, Chiquita, you can call me Faith for the duration of this fic, so as to avoid confusion, if you wish.

 

They went away? Good! Get away from that man once and for all!

Only... what happens if he finds them again?

Anyway, I really liked this post, and how you used the funny lisp for Sache! From now on whenever I watch TPM and the show one of the handmaidens, I'm gonna be thinking of Che's "Realwe?".

 

UUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!

 

Very nicely written, Chicks. You've portrayed five-year-old Sache very well. Though maybe she should have been playing "elite-bodyguard-trained-to-defend-the-monarch-at-all-costs-while-fooling-everyone-into-thinking-she's-helpless-and-innocent." Patiently awaiting more!
~Tae

 

Yay! A story by you that I can start reading at the beginning!

I thought it was very ironic that Sache's dad thought a woman's place was in the home, and Sache ended up being a bodyguard and handmaiden.

As for Sache's dad... He needs to be...well, this is a PG forum so I won't say what needs to happen to him.

Awwww! Sache was such a little cutie-pie! Such an innocent child. ?I?m a princess, and princesses don?t have bedtimes.? I responded primly.

Good! That mother has some sense in her head! She's getting her kids away from the evil man! Something she should have done before Danyel was born, probably...she must have thought he had straightened out. *sigh*

Lovely story so far, Emma! Very tough issues that are being dealt with, but unfortunately, that's how life is sometimes.