A voice answered, but Vader could not hear what it said; but he guessed from his Master's change in expression that it was not good. Palpatine held up a long white finger before turning back to his apprentice. "Lord Vader, you have your instructions. I will send you the documents now. I will contact you soon."
Without waiting for Vader's reply, the image of Palpatine flickered off. Leaving Vader alone in the darkness of the communication center and with the anger growing inside of him. Vader's mind was a blaze as he stormed out of the communication center and into his quarters. His anger was boiling so hotly that he was sure he was about to burn. He felt the heat, he felt the fire, and he needed relief… now. Without thinking he striped off the black clothing that encased him and tossed them uncaringly onto the floor. When he reached his office he was clad only in his pants, boots, and single black glove; but still he felt the heat overtaking his body. Vader ran his fingers though his hair, tugging in frustration. Would he ever find relief? The answer was simple. No, he would never find relief. Relief was not something Darth Vader was allowed to have. He had not had relief in a very long time; but then again, perhaps Darth Vader had never had relief; but the shell of the man had known relief, but Vader couldn't think about that now. The closest thing to relief that Vader could do was preoccupy his mind.
Grabbing the datapad that laid on his desk, Vader quickly searched through the recently received fills. He pulled up the document that had destroyed his plans of ridding himself of the Senator; the petition to allow Senator Amidala to return to work. Vader was slightly surprised to see that it was not just Naboo that had signed the petition, but other planets as well. Naboo, Alderaan, Chandrila, and countless other planets had all marked the document showing their full support of the petition. A low growl resonated from Vader's chest. Why does the Senator have to make my life so difficult? It seemed even with the Senator's friends dead or in hiding; their planets still supported her. The only positive factor that Vader could find within this situation was that now he had a list of the individuals that supported Senator Amidala… and with that, the Rebel Alliance. They are rebels; they are all fools, and they will all be destroyed.
Vader slowly read the list, taking in every name that was written, making a mental note to destroy every individual on the list. Most names did not come as a surprise, most were important individuals that were known to be "secretly" against the Empire, but the Emperor had deemed them too stupid and spineless to speak their opinions aloud. They were deemed not a threat. It seems that they are not spineless enough… they have spoken their opinion about Senator Amidala. Vader thought annoyed. Why couldn't they have just kept their idiotic mouths shut? They will be the next to die.
As Vader continued down the list there were, however, a few names he did not recognize. He attempted to piece the puzzle together. He realized last names that belonged to royalty or important figureheads. The fools had their children sign the petition to acquire more names. The nerve.
After Vader made another mental note to torture or kill all the fools that had their children sign the petition, he paused over one name. Palo Campton. The name was not familiar to Vader. Not the first, nor the last, but he decided not to dwell on it. If Darth Vader did not know the man's name, than the man was insignificant.
He must be unimportant. He is nothing to me. Alone. That was her life now. That was how Padme felt. She had no one. She woke up alone. She lived alone. Her life was loneliness.
No! You have Threepio and Vader. Her mind reminded her… but she knew that wasn't enough. As much as she loved 3PO, he was a droid and he wasn't human. She did have Vader, but that was only during a small portion of the night and she wasn't even sure if he was human. Do I have Vader? The more she thought about it, the more she didn't think so. They didn't talk. They weren't friends. He didn't even like her; he merely just stayed with her during the night so that he could get some rest. Honestly, she wasn't even sure how long he stayed with her, because he was never there when she awoke, but still…
Still? Still, what? Padme asked herself. Why do I even want Vader? Sith. I want Vader. The thought frightened Padme. Why would she even think that? Did she want Vader? No one in their right mind would want Darth Vader. He is a monster, a Sith Lord, and a murder… but yet… she wanted him. She wanted him to stay with her. She wanted him to protect her from her nightmares. She wanted him so that she was not alone. There were so many reasons that she wanted him, but she would never tell anyone that. They would all think she was crazy. Sith, she thought she was crazy.
You just been stuck with him too long. She told herself. You don't actually think this… But yet… she felt like that wasn't true either. She didn't know what to believe.
Padme sighed loudly, stripping off her clothes and running into the fresher. She closed her eyes, feeling the hot water spray across her skin. Showering was one of the simple joys in life that she was still allowed. The water washed away her fears and her worries… even if it was only for a few moments. Still, her mind seemed elsewhere and the shower did nothing to ease her mind. Annoyed, Padme turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She sighed loudly when she realized that there were no towels in the fresher. Strange. Usually 3PO never forgets. I hope he is okay. What is VaderNo. He couldn't have.
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