Memories of the night before, again, flooded Vader's mind. He hated to admit that his Master's plan had been somewhat successful. Being near the Senator, especially while she slept, gave him the upper hand. He had peeled back the first layer of her mind with much ease; but she kept nothing of his importance there. The information he required was hidden deep within her mind, protected by her own personal shields and boundaries. Her walls were thick and it would take a great deal of time to break down the remaining barriers. That was, unless, he forced his way into her mind. He dwelled on that thought, his Master had told him not to kill the senator; he said nothing about leaving her mind in tacked. Vader had done the forceful method countless times; it was quick, easy, and didn't waste time. There were however, consequences of that particular method. It left the person's mind in shreds and caused them to become insane; they would never be the same again. The thought seemed delightful to Vader, but he knew his Master would not share his optimism.
Annoyed, Vader began to push all thoughts of the senator out of his head. He hated the fact that she was taking up so much of his time; or even worse, that he was confined within a prison with her. Absentmindedly, Vader's foot began to tap under the desk, a usual habit for when he was restless; but now, it was just another sign of his annoyance. Everything seemed pointless. He could not waste time sitting in his chambers when there was work to be done. He had troops to supervise. Battle plans to finalize. Rebel traitors and Jedi to track. After all, he was Darth Vader; he did not have time to be locked away with some ridiculous senator.
Vader turned to his datapad, skimming through files in an attempt to preoccupy his mind with more important subjects. It worked, but only for a moment. The young Sith turned his head towards the door at the sound of metal footsteps approaching. 3PO shuffled into the room slowly, a sign that told Vader that the droid had finished the chores and duties assigned to him.
"Hello Master." 3PO greeted happily. "Threepio." Vader acknowledged, before turning back to the datapad in his hands.
"Rest well?" 3PO asked kindly, pausing in front of his Master's desk.
Vader didn't look up or acknowledge 3PO's question. He knew what the droid was trying to do. 3PO always tried to spark a pointless conversation before mentioning the true subject.
"I suppose you didn't." 3PO answered himself, before moving closer to Vader. "Perhaps, you would sleep better–"
"Threepio." Vader growled threateningly, "Get to your point."
The droid backed slightly away from his Master, gesturing his hands into the air, "Oh well of course, Master. You know I don't mean to waste your time –" "You're wasting my time now." Vader hissed as his head snapped towards the babbling droid. "Get to your point or get out."
"Yes. Forgive me, Master." 3PO said with a small bow, "Senator Amidala has requested your presence."
Crack. The datapad in Vader's gloved hands shattered and he felt the darkness of the Force swell around him. The mention of her name made Vader's anger flare. Once again, she blazed through his mind like a wildfire. All of his attempts to keep her out of his head had failed. Failure was not acceptable. A low growl escaped his chest, as his head turned slowly back to face the droid that stood before him. "Why?"
3PO stood motionless, unaffected by his Master's anger. "I'm afraid she did not say, Master." 3PO explained kindly. When his Master did not respond, he decided to continue, "I told her that you had duties to attend to. I did not know if you had any desire to see the Senator, I hope you–"
Vader held up his hand and immediately 3PO paused. The room was silent for a long moment, Vader lost in thought and 3PO patiently awaiting his Master's orders. Finally, Vader stood up from his desk and paused before his droid. "Tell Senator Amidala that if I accomplish my work, I will grant her request."
"Oh wonderful!" 3PO exclaimed happily, throwing his arms into the air. "I will leave you to your work, Master." 3PO said with a bow, before turning and shuffling out of the room, leaving Vader alone with his thoughts.
Lying in bed, Padme watched the whole day pass by. Staying in bed all day wasn't something she was accustomed to doing, but since being under Lord Vader's care, it seemed like the only activity she was allowed to do. Today, however, she didn't care. Her mind was elsewhere. Her eyes remained locked on the door, awaiting the guest that might never come. . Padme pulled her eyes away from the door and starred at the clock. To her disbelief, it was almost eleven at night; but Padme didn't stop waiting. Her eyes remained glued to the door until the clock showed eleven. Instantly, the lights in her room flickered off, and she knew they would not be back on until morning. She was alone in the darkness as another hour passed by.
He isn't coming.
The thought immediately, the chills began to run down her spine. She felt the hands of the black-haired man skim across her skin. Everything about that horrible night was returning. The fear began to surround her, as she had to face the dreaded fact. She would be alone with her nightmares tonight.
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