Padme Amidala Skywalker glared furiously at the man who had ruined everything: democracy, her husband (although he was definitely not completely innocent), and now he wanted to take her children and turn them into his Sith robots? Hell no.
“Get. Away. From. My. Children,” she hissed, through clenched teeth – jaw set firmly in place. Now, Padme was not one who was normally…harsh. Tough, yes – but not necessarily harsh. Her nature was more compassionate and forgiving, however, she had just given birth to twins while her idiotic husband and his stupid friend battled on a planet made of FREAKING LAVA (at this point, raising children sounded like a piece of cake, compared to all of the absolute ridiculousness she had gone through).
Palpatine’s wrinkled, electrocuted face – the man seriously needed plastic surgery – stared at her creepily, underneath a black hood. “Now, let us not make this difficult shall we?”
Skin covered in sheets of sweat, Padme leaned against the wall of the ship. Her children (twins, that had certainly been a surprise) were wrapped in the cleanest and softest blankets that she could find. The babes had begun to dim their cries, however, when he approached, their screams instantly escalated.
Padme was not foolish; logically, she knew that she was in no condition to fight – let alone against someone with Force abilities. But she was a mother. And no one, messed with her children. Head raised high, Padme Amidala Naberrie Skywalker had every inch the persona of a queen as she stared the Sith straight in the eyes. “Never.”
A sinister smirk crept over Palpatine’s features. He stepped forward. “Very well then, you have made your decision.”
Protectively, Padme formed her body into a cocoon over her children – hoping to somehow, in some way, prevent them from being taken by this vile being of a man. Her entire being ached with pain and weariness, both physically, mentally, and emotionally. She was exhausted, but there was no way that Padme would go down without a fight.
Suddenly, a familiar voice – and one that she had not been expecting to hear – shouted, “Get away from my wife!”
Author note: Let me know if y’all want me to write a second part 🙂