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Thursday, May 4th, 2006
9:15 pm - Message to Obi-Wan Kenobi

i_am_the_state
You are requested to meet Supreme Chancellor Palpatine in his private chambers on the morrow's evening.

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Friday, April 14th, 2006
6:12 am

hillard
who; Padmé, Anakin, Queen Apailana, Sabé, Saché.
where; Padmé's penthouse, where else? lol.
what; The Queen is determined to speak with Padmé about her pregnancy.
when; A few days after Sabé reveals Padmé's pregnancy to the Queen.

- - - - - - - - - -

"No thank you, Moteé. I'm fine for the moment." Padmé smiled appreciatively in the direction of the young handmaiden, who was trying offer her some of the food she had prepared for herself and Ellé. Normally, the Senator would've excepted the offer, having been gripped by the odd eating habits her pregnant state demanded of her, but at the moment, that same state was putting her in an odd mood, where she just didn't feel like eating. It wasn't nausea or morning sickness, more of a discomforting feeling, as the baby was moving rather actively within her, bumping a variety of her internal organs as it pleased. She remembered Sola saying that being able to feel the baby moving within her was one of the most wonderful experiences of her life. Padmé, however, found it rather annoying and was finding it difficult to focus her mind on the speech she should've finished days ago.

Moteé, not knowing that her mistress was pregnant like her three elder handmaidens did, simply eyed the senator with curiosity for a moment, before leaving Padmé's quarters and disappearing down the hall of the building to the handmaiden residence.

At the table that was normally used for eating meals, Padmé sat, still surrounded by various document readers containing references she was intending on quoting in her speech. Tearing her eyes away from the few rough paragraphs she'd managed to jot down, she'd take a brief sip of tea, before jumping slightly and nearly spitting the tea all over the table. Quickly swallowing as to not do exactly that, she'd exclaim in annoyance: "The last thing I need is a hole in my lungs."

Looking down at her concealed, swollen form, she'd speak in a slightly annoyed tone, as if the child within her could hear. "I'd really appreciate it if you'd refrain from kicking, prodding, and bouncing upon my organs. Please go to sleep. Mommy needs to get some work done and you're breaking my concentration."

Sighing heavily, she'd prop one arm up on the table's surface and return what she could manage of her concentration to working on the speech.

current mood: stressed

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Monday, March 20th, 2006
11:23 pm - Disguised ambivalence

i_am_the_state
Who: Palpatine/Darth Sidious and Dormé
What: Scheming
Where: In an alley of coruscant
When: Night, TR+3 (day three after the Time Rift)

Darth Sidious was cloaked in his usual black garnment, which reinforced the projection of anonymity he always cast into the minds of all he met, so that even those who knew Palpatine personally would be hard-pressed to actually find the shady form of Sidious familiar. On this night, he would meet the handmaiden Dormé, confidant of senator Amidala. She had, a day ago, been rebuked by Palpatine while trying to convey sensitive information to him, and earlier today had -conveniently- received a message summoning her to meet with a trader named Pievel Cyr, in regards to "Jedi business", in an alley of the upper-to-mid level of Coruscant.

Facts were: there really was a Pievel Cyr, expecting a lady, Ludmilla Menup, in a not-too-distance neighborhood this very same night. The "Jedi business" actually concerned the black market sale of a rare illustrated album starring the fictional hero and Jedi master Vustiva Stack. The benign message, extracted from a database populated by Palpatine's plethora of contacts and containing millions of such unofficial dealings of varying scope, had been replicated, the name of the recipient changed to Dormé, and place of meeting altered. Ludmilla Menup was currently in the process of being murdered, so that she would never show up at her appointed meeting with Pievel Cyr. Dormé would be able to claim that she truly was the intended recipient of the message and had gotten lost on the way to meet Cyr. It all held together.

Of course, at the appointed meeting place, Dormé would not meet Pievel Cyr, but rather Darth Sidious himself. He would take her under his wing, in answer to Palpatine's rude dismissal. This would ultimately provide a good test of her allegiances, and Sidious would be in prime position to decide whom to have her betray, including possibly himself.

He was also actually eager to learn whatever name or names she may have to report to him, for those might very well be the elusive ones who'd been directly affected by the recent disturbance in the Force, and whom he had not yet been able to pinpoint.

Silently, perfectly camouflaged, he waited. Only those he allowed to see him would. It was rather unusual, and somewhat exhilirating, for Sidious to be making a meeting in person like this. His alter-ego Palpatine usually got to get out more often he did, but for first-time meetings it was best to do it in person whenever possible. Not only would it maximize the lasting effect his forbodding presence would have on his quarry, but he also couldn't trust them yet to have a secure enough communications device to reach him any other way. The one he clutched under his robes now would provide all the privacy Dormé and he would need in the future.

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Wednesday, March 15th, 2006
3:56 am - Apologies and denied motives.

au_sabe
Who: Saché, Sabé, Padmé
Where: Sabé's quarters later Padmé's quarters
What: Sabé apologizes for atrocious behavior pertaining to Padmé's pregnancy.
When: Later that night after Suspicions and secrets but before Crossing another line..
====
True remorse is never just regret over consequence; it is regret over motive. ~Mignon McLaughlin
====


Sabé knew it was coming. In fact she was actually surprised to find it took as long as it did for Saché to storm into her room. No that it mattered it wasn’t like she could sleep anyways.

“Okay Sabé Nabish you better start talking and fast cause you have just achieved the impossible; making me more furious that Soren does.”

“My quarrel is not with you Saché now please get out.”

Saché moved in and stood her ground with arms folded and eyes flashing in anger.

“The minute you exploded on poor Padmé like that you did. As I said before, I know you’re working late hours and haven’t been sleeping. If it’s Soren being an ignoramus and scheduling you to work extra hours than let me know and I’ll give him a piece of my mind and take care of it for you. But the fact of the matter is-“

“You know I’m right Saché. Anakin is nothing but a selfish disgusting cretin who pretends to be a loyal Jedi.”

Sabé stated cutting Saché off as her temper rose. However Saché wasn’t’ about to back down either and cast Sabé a look of annoyance and confusion.

“What in your craw about Jedi Skywalker anyways Sabé ever since you got back from you mission you’ve been utterly beastly towards him. I know you’ve never been fond of him and lets be honest I’m not over crazy about the man either.

I mean he’s even worse than I am when it comes to talking first and thinking later, and can be as arrogant as Soren at times, but Padmé loves him and he loves her back. That’s all we need to know. This isn’t our business, so let it go!”

“There is more going on than you realize Saché. Trust me when I say something very sinister is occurring as we speak. Something so dark that it will destroy everything we serve and love unless I stop it.”

Saché furrowed her brow in concern.

“And this has to with Jedi Skywalker because?”

Sabé didn’t respond and so Saché continued.

“Well even so you know as well as I do he is on our side in this matter all the Jedi are and if this threat is as real as you say you will need his help to ensure it doesn’t come to pass.”

Sabé curled a lip in disgust at her friend’s words. On our side indeed she mused darkly. I’ll have to remind you of this discussion when you first encounter Lord Vader. Not that it will happen because he will be dead before it gets to that point she inwardly surmised as she shook her head in reply.

“Nevermind I didn’t expect you to understand.”

Saché eyes filled with concern as Sabé felt them lingering on her brow as she consciously slipped a hand to adjust her hair to cover the rather large scar that decorated it.

“This is about your past mission isn’t it?”Read more...Collapse )

current mood: nervous

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Monday, March 13th, 2006
8:12 am

hillard
who; Padmé Amidala, Obi-Wan Kenobi.
where; Padmé's office within the Naboo Embassy.
what; Needing to speak with Obi-Wan in regards to Sabé.
when; After the Queen learns of Padmé's pregnancy; before Dormé sees Sabé with Obi-Wan.

- - - - - - - - - -

Padmé had always considered Sabé to be one of the few people she could rely on, she could trust. Having been immersed in the vast world of politics since a young age, Sabé had been the closest thing Padmé had ever had to a best friend. Holding the rank and status of one of Padmé's chief protectors, Sabé was always around and was in many ways closer to Padmé than anyone, with the exception of Anakin, would ever be. Closer than even her own sister. Padmé considered Sabé to be part of the make-shift family she'd formed in this political realm she dwelled in, and cherished the members of that family as much as she did her own flesh and blood. And to have Sabé lash out at her in such a harsh tongue...it inflicted a wound worse than the one from the nexu that scarred her back.

Saché claimed that Sabé had been under a lot of stress as of late and hadn't been sleeping well. This was a concept Padmé found hard to grasp. Not because Sabé was highly stressed out, for it was very clear that she was, it was that Sabé hadn't mentioned anything to Padmé about it or it's cause. Had Sabé even tried to talk to her about it? Padmé thought that Sabé knew she could come to her about anything. If something was the matter, if something was stressing her out...perhaps there was something Padmé could to do relieve some of that stress. Perhaps Sabé had, and the pregnant senator had been to wrapped up in her own selfish pity that she'd neglected to notice.

Maybe this stress Sabé was under had something to do with the mission she'd been sent on. The mission Padmé had sent her on. And while Padmé had been given a detail report of the information that had been gathered on that mission, she'd yet to talk to Sabé about it - how she felt about the mission, if anything had happened to her...

At the moment, Padmé was still feeling a bit uncomfortable in Sabé's presence after dropping the news of her pregnancy upon her, Dormé, and Saché. She wasn't ready to approach her yet, wanting to give her time to cool off. Space. So, she sought out the person who'd first come in contact with Sabé after her return from the mission. Maybe Obi-Wan had been clued into something she hadn't and could point Padmé in the right direction to mending the friendship she feared was in the starting stages of falling apart.

current mood: worried

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Friday, March 10th, 2006
7:58 pm - And the Darkness wrapped around her like a cloak...

au_sabe
Who: Obi-Wan, Sabé, Dormé
Where: Jedi Temple Dormitories.
When: 3-4 weeks after meeting with Master Windu.


Sabé had long since grown used to the nightmares and the lack of sleep they encouraged. She tried to meditate to clear her thoughts or at least find some semblance of peace but none seemed to come for the exhausted former decoy.

Once more she found herself going over the plans she had worked over with Master Windu and the information collected from the video feeds that had been transfered to her personal security systems. There wasn't enough to find anything solid to take the Chancellor to trial not that they would, but for securing evidence to prevent the coming storm that would be certain to occur after words they would need something a little more solid.

However the more obvious complication came from the lack of evidence found on his unwitting protégé Anakin. That was more than a little disconcerting as she knew without question what was to come and felt more then a little agitated to find so little that would help convince others of what she had always known. It was all happening again and Sabé couldn't help but feel as though she was racing in a direction she couldn't see all the while too afraid to look behind her lest she witness whatever it was that seemed to be trying to consume her.

She could not let the Empire be born. It had to be stopped no matter the cost and in these dark hours it was the only thing that seemed to provided her any comfort. Even Obi-Wan's normally soothing presence was losing it's potent calm. But even so she couldn't help but be drawn to him, she wanted to be near him to feel his warm aura dance and hum in her thoughts and his arms holding her close. Even if it came at the price of worsening nightmares she'd rather wake-up by his side than alone.

So it was with this thought in mind that she slipped on her cloak and began her journey down the security halls or 'ghost halls' as she nicknamed them in memory of Naboo in the direction of Obi-Wan's quarters. Unfortunately her frequent departures at late hours was beginning to draw some attention and soon another was trailing her footsteps but at a safe distance away so as not to draw attention from the distracted Sabé whoses thoughts were torn between her need for vengeance or as she saw it the protection of the Republic and the future and her desire to see her husband once more.

Soon she found her way to the Jedi Temple and with skilled steps she headed to the dormitories of the Jedi Knights and Masters until she found the one in question. Pausing she movedt o punch the codes but frantically realized she had forgotten them in her exhausted state of mind. Frowning she tried again but to no avail. Sighing deeply she bit her lip unable to resist a hint of guilt at the fact she was about to wake Obi-Wan from his slumber but unable to resist the need to see him either. Activating the chime she waited with much impatience for him to answer the door, all the while eager to feel his arms around her once more.

current mood: exhausted

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Thursday, March 9th, 2006
8:06 pm - Crossing another line...

au_sabe
Who:Sabé, Captain Typho
Where: Security Office.
What: Matter pertaining to Padmé's pregnancy.
When: Two days after "Suspicions and Secrets"


Sabé couldn't remember how long she remained frozen in position staring at the image that returned her tired gaze in the mirror. She was exhausted, as always it seemed now. She couldn't quite say what it was that was causing her nightmares but she knew that somehow it had something to do with the events that were certain to come. That is if she didn't succeed in her mission to destroy the threats. The thought caused her hand to slip to the hidden comlink that remained unseeing from watchful eyes in one of the many pockets of her dress.

This has to be done she told herself for the umpteenth time finding now in her sleep deprived state of mind she was staring through her image rather than at it. I can't fail her as I did before. I won't fail her. Not this time.

Somehow the words just seemed hollow but she managed to make herself believe the lies once more that this was only about removing the threat. That she was doing this for the safety of her bestfriend, for the safety of her unborn children and not for personal vengeance.

"Why are you doing this?"

She whispered softly outloud, her lips moving of their own accord the silent struggle for a but a moment making its way to her concious thoughts. But in her exhausted daze she didn't even register that she had spoken. Instead she finally pulled herself away from the mirror as she grabbed her sword and wrapped its belt around her hips before letting her hands graze to the unfurling ribbon. Once satisfied everything was in order she left her personal quarters and headed to the security offices some floors below.

She knew he would be there the Captain always was at this time of evening. It would be a private enough place for the discussion needed and Sabé had no fear that there would be any intruptions this time. Saché was busy training Dormé and Moteé was with Padmé in one of her meetings. The rest of the security staff were either one duty or at home.

But as she wandered out of the transport that brought her to the security level Sabé found herself feeling more torn within. Was this considered betrayal? Had she not sworn to remain silent out of respect to her dearest friend and former Queen? But if ultimately doing so meant Padmé's life would be placed in danger than some promises would have to be comprimised she told herself.

Biting her lip her hands slipped to the ribbon and twisting it once more she eventaully approached the security office and paused. The struggle within was a powerful one but for some reason it wasn't so hard to bury the doubts this time. Though in reality it was a sign of growing darkness Sabé in her ignorance believed it to be nothing more then confirmation that this had to be done.

Activating the doors code she quietly stepped inside and paused waiting for the captain to notice her before bowing in greeting and speaking.

"Captain Typho, please forgive my intrusion at this late hour, but I do believe there is a matter we must discuss that is of the utmost importance..."

current mood: Divided

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Monday, March 6th, 2006
6:54 am - All roads to hell are paved with good intentions...

au_sabe
Who: Mace Windu, Sabé
Where: Jedi Temple.
Why: Discussion pertaining to tapping into a certain Chosen One’s quarters via security cams.
When: About a week after With eyes ever watchful.


Sabé was nervous and rightfully so. Her reason for being in this place was not as professional as she would have cared to admit, nor as personal as she would have liked. This was business to say the least but not one she’d care to have anyone learn about, at least most anyone. But after the incident in the security office a couple of days ago Sabé found her thoughts once more returning to the discussion that was exchanged between Master Windu and Obi-Wan. Though she couldn’t say to what extent the Jedi Master would be willing to help Sabé knew without question he was an ally to say the least. His mutual distrust or so it appeared towards Anakin was an asset she never would have considered had she not witnessed Anakin’s complaints about the man. But between that obvious clue and Obi-Wan’s remark that Master Windu was trustworthy Sabé was able to convince herself that this was the proper course of action.

Moving quietly through halls of the Jedi Temple Sabé tried to ignore the exhaustion she felt. It had been at least two nights since she was able to get a decent rest and even the brief time she was able to spend in her husbands arms seemed to be of little help. This alone troubled her deeply as Sabé found she could never sleep as well as she did when she was in her love’s arms. But the nightmares wouldn’t leave her be and they seemed to grow even more vivid and volatile with each passing night. If only she could figure out why it was now that she was experiencing them and not during the time when she was healing back on Tatooine. In the end she could only surmise this was a sign that she could not fail in her duties to protect her mistress. That she had to destroy this darkness lest she lose her friends, family and the Republic itself once more.

Taking a deep breath she let her hand slip to the worn ribbon that hung freely from the blade by her side. Twirling and wrapping it around her fingers she didn’t notice that the base of the braided ribbon was beginning to fray further beneath her touch. Small bits of burgundy and orange strings loosened from their woven positions and were soon separated completely. Gently they floated without drawing so much as a hint of attention their presence long forgotten before they landed softly on the ground. Like a silent warning of what was to come they marked the beginning of the end for more than just the charm that hung from her sword.

But lost in her thoughts none of this went noticed as Sabé couldn’t help but feel more than a little internal frustration over the fact that she had foolishly erased the codes Obi-Wan had given her for the “pipelines” that would activate and monitor Anakin’s quarters. Now only after wasting more than a few hours attempting to tap into the Jedi security systems did Sabé finally swallow her fears and take the risk of approaching Master Windu for aid.

In reality she knew she could have just as easily returned to Obi-Wan and asked for his assistance but she didn’t want to have to explain why she lost the first set he had given her. Or more exactly she wasn’t ready to admit to herself just why she had erased the codes in the first place. Then of course there was the fact that the entire matter of Anakin was a delicate subject to say the least for both of them. While Obi-Wan saw Anakin’s downfall something that could be prevented Sabé knew without question this was more than a little wishful thinking by a pure-hearted soul who saw good in even the darkest of creatures. Little could she have guessed that in the end it would be this merciful trait that would save her from her own darkness.

But for now all she could see was a threat that had to be eliminated and prevented no matter what. And if going behind Obi-Wan’s back to ensure this came to pass was what would be needed to accomplish this then so be it. Quietly approaching a young Jedi Knight, Sabé politely asked if she could speak to someone about requesting the private audience of Jedi Master Windu himself. The young woman nodded politely in reply and said that she would help her locate the Jedi Master himself to which Sabé was more than a little grateful. In silence she followed the Knight her thoughts already going through what she was going to say and how she would approach the matter of Anakin’s danger to the Jedi Council and to the Republic itself. She could only hope that Master Windu would understand her concerns and would be willing assist her in her mission to put an end to this madness before it began.

After some time they approach a small room to which the young knight quietly explained she would inform the Jedi Master that Sabé wished to speak to him in private, before permitting her access to the meditation hall. With a polite bow and a grateful thank-you Sabé soon found herself alone once more as she patiently waited for the young knight to return and inform her if her request would be granted or not.

current mood: nervous

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Sunday, March 5th, 2006
7:32 pm - Suspicions and Secrets...

au_sache
Who: Dormé,Saché,Sabé and Padmé.
Where: Where else? Padme's Living Quarters ;)
When: Post Alliance meeting and meeting with Qui-Gon.

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Saché was downright worried for her mistress and it showed. Though she was ironically too polite to outright demand to know what was wrong she was more the comfortable to confront Sabé and Dormé about her thoughts on the matter.

“I think we should definitely approach her about going to a doctor. She is really beginning to worry me.”

Dormé nodded slightly in reply her eyes filled with concern for her mistress although she too seemed to carry a hint of knowing or at least suspecting something further. Sabé on the other hand looked almost expectant as though she knew something that the other two didn’t. This only seemed to encourage Sache’s persistence that much more as she turned to face the principle handmaiden in concern.

“She’s ill isn’t she? Padmé told you something and then swore you to silence didn’t she?”

Sabé shook her head as she sighed softly her fingers slipping to the ribbon on her blade which only amplified Saché’s concerns.

“Then what is it? What is going on? You’ve seen how she’s been acting lately? So moody, jumpy down right sad if you ask me. I wonder if perhaps the stress is getting to her.”

Always the cool headed one Sabé shook her head in reply as she remarked casually.

“I definitely agree that stress is a factor, one of many actually.”

At this Dormé eyes sparkled as though she had her own suspicions but this seemed to be missed by both women who continued their discussion.

“She’s been falling ill a lot lately as well. Almost like clockwork.”

Saché continued as she folded her arms.

“Like a flu that never quite goes away.”

Sabé just cast Saché an expectant look that caught her friend off guard as she shook her head in confusion. Having grown up as an only child Saché’s experience with pregnancies was rare to say the least. Added to the fact she had spend most of her life training and serving as a handmaiden she was that much more naive in such matters and it showed to the two women who stared at her in disbelief.

“What? Why are you two staring at me like I just sprout a second head?”

She exclaimed in confusion as Sabé raised a brow as Dormé giggled.

“Saché my friend while as brilliant as you are it would seem there are a lot of things left in this life that you need to learn.”

This completely baffled her as Dormé continued to giggle only to turn silent as Saché cast a sharp look in her direction.

“Okay care to explain?”

Dormé couldn’t resist and quietly spoke up.

“I think Lady Padmé is expecting.”

Saché blinked in surprise before turning five shades of red. She knew she should have picked up on that, especially with the growing bulge of her mistress waist. But in her naivety she just once more placed it as a side effect of stress, as her appetite had increased quite a bit as well. After all generally it was a given that most people when stressed did eat more then usual, just stress was known to make people ill as well. Yet even this fact did little to lessen her humiliation as she quickly snapped a reply.

“I knew that.”

Her friend rolled her eyes and Saché was about to argue the point further in her defence when she heard the door to the handmaiden’s living room slide open marking the entrance of the Senator herself. Falling silent the discussion came to a prompt ending as the three women turned to face her bowing deeply in greeting.

current mood: embarrassed

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Tuesday, February 28th, 2006
7:31 am - With Eyes ever watchful...

au_sabe
Who: Sabe, Mace Windu
Where: Security office – lower levels of the Senate State building
What: Setting plans in motion for Palpatine’s downfall amongst other things…
Time: Two weeks after “Foundations of the Alliance.”


The hour is late when the principle handmaiden found herself sifting through the security camera logs. Fast forwarding some, rewinding other all in the hopes of finding something, anything of significance that might shed light on what she knew to be fact.

So far Sabe found minor pieces of evidence through paper work, through recorded messages but nothing substantial enough to present to Obi-Wan nevermind the rest of the Jedi Council. The thought of her husband made Sabe sigh deeply as she tried once more to go through the long complicated codes she learnt from Sache that would override the security camera’s to the Chancellor’s office. The sooner she could get it done the soon she could call it a day and slip off to the Jedi Master’s quarters. It had been almost two weeks since her last nightly visit and she was more then a little eager to find herself in his arms once more.

After what seemed like an eternity a small blue light appeared on the console as a simple message read:

Security code confirmed.

Sabe smiled in obvious relief as she promptly began to key in a series of codes that would open the ‘pipelines’ as Sache nicknamed the connections which activated he virtually unknown and rarely used hidden camera’s that Captain Typho had added throughout the Government building.

Sitting back in the small chair that was surrounded by screens and consoles Sabe couldn’t help but hold her breath once more. While activating the cameras was easy enough, there was no guarantee the transfer of information to her own personal security links would be successful. While Sache promised the codes were foolproof Sabe was a bit more skeptical. After all she wasn’t nearly as good with technology as her friend was and this mission was risky enough without any other additional complications.

But once more Sache proved true to her word and after some time the security clearance and blocks were activated. Thus ensuring she would share the same visuals and audio as security yet at the same time remain unknown to them and more importantly unknown to Palpatine himself.

Outside of Sache she ensured no one else would be made aware of her actions as it was a delicate matter to begin with and Sabe feared the more people knew the more likely the birthing Alliance would be placed in danger. If anything should go wrong she was more then willing to take the entire blame for it.

It was for this reason that she began to set the second half of her plans in motion without informing even her friend or her husband.

With a deep breathe and a moment to center herself, Sabe began the daunting task of activating the hidden camera’s in her mistress quarters and office. It wasn’t the first time in her history Sabe found herself forced to do this in secret, but she never imagined she’d be doing this in preparation of Anakin’s demise as well as for the security of her best friend and former Queen.

Not unlike the last time it took more then a few tries to bypass the heavy security clearance to ensure that her tampering of this security system would remain undetected. But just when she was about to give in and admit part of her plans to Sache just in order to get the clearance codes the ‘pipelines’ opened. Quickly she began to tap into the necessary links, her thoughts already going over the next step in the plans she had already set into motion. But in her distraction and need to complete the task in as quick a time as possible Sabe didn’t pay heed to her surroundings and as such her well kept secret was about to become shared with another.

current mood: worried

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Monday, February 27th, 2006
4:46 pm - Foundations of the Alliance...

hillard
characters; Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padmé Amidala, Sabé Nabish.
puppets; Bail Organa, Mon Mothma, other misc. Loyalist Senators.
where; From Padmé's place to a conference room in the Senate Building.
what; Discussing matters involving the Loyalist Committee and the Chancellor.
when; Day before the Qui-Gon/Padmé thread, after Sabé's return.

- - - - - - - - - -

For a few days now, ever since her conversation with Obi-Wan upon Sabé's return from her mission, Padmé had been seriously considering inviting the Jedi Master into one of the Loyalist Committee meetings. When she had brought the matter up to Bail Organa and Mon Mothma, it had been Anakin she'd had in mind to bring in for a, as Bail had called it, "Jedi opinion." But now, it was her husband's former Master who seemed like the more logical choice. It was a revelation that frightened and saddened Padmé at the same time, for it meant that there was something that she had to hide from him, something that she had to lie to him about. She didn't like that and hated how she saw flaws in Palpatine and the now modified government around him when Anakin didn't. Anakin's trust in Palpatine's words and actions was almost fearful, if it weren't for Padmé's faith and trust in Anakin himself. If there was anything seriously amiss, surely Anakin would clue into it and back away, taking the objective stance of the Jedi she knew he was capable of being.

The loose ends that were being tied up since the Chancellor's return had kept husband and wife apart for the time being, and while she was content with the fact that he was on Coruscant and no longer on the Outer Rim, she still wished to see him more. Especially in her current state. She was trying to adapt and be happy about this pregnancy, but it was the joy her husband expressed that motivated her to do so. She felt less motivated and more annoyed towards it, when he was absent from her side. But, such was the lives they lead. Lives that she suspected would come to a screeching halt once the truth was revealed.

She'd sent a message to Obi-Wan at the Jedi Temple, requesting that he meet with her to discuss matters. She did not specify what matters, exactly, for she didn't want anyone else to clue into the dangerous topics the Loyalists had been discussing as of late. The mere thought of those topics made her feel sick inside, for she hated going against someone who had played such a big part in her life and political career. And most of all, she hated not being able to share her concerns, her worries, with the one person she wanted to hear her voice.

So, she waited, pacing back and fourth on the balcony that doubled as her private landing deck, feeling too restless at the moment to sit. The air was warm, which only served to make her feel warmer within the confinements of her gown, not to mention the curtain of thick curls cascading down her back and over her shoulders. But at the moment, she didn't feel like being inside. She felt like fresh air, even if the slight breeze did carry with it the hint of smoke from the areas of the great city that were still wounded from the battle above.

current mood: restless

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Saturday, February 25th, 2006
2:03 am - Post Council Meeting

badassjedi
Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Afternoon
Who: Obi-Wan, Mace, Qui-Gon
Rating: PG

After the Jedi Council met to discuss the sudden rift which caused the reappearance of one deemed dead over thriteen years ago, Mace invited Kenobi to his quarters for a cup of tea, hoping to understand his thoughts better on the whole situation. He also knew it had been quite a shock, to say the least, for his former master to show up and in such an odd manner.

Foregoing pleasantries, Mace cut to the chase, knowing that was also something Kenobi appreciated as much as he did.

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Thursday, February 23rd, 2006
9:24 pm - I feel a temporal disturbance in the Force

i_am_the_state
Who: Palpatine, and no one else. =P (unless Anakin wants to pick up the previous scene at this juncture)
Where: The senatorial building, on a walk with Anakin.
When: The next day after Palpatine's rescue.
What: Experiencing the "time-rift".
Why: Because Ani's lost in a daze.

(OOC: I make this post so that Palpatine can now officially be "past the hump" and involved in the time-rift plotline. Also because I couldn't resist using the word "hump" in a post involving him and Anakin)

They had been walking along the kilometers-long window that circled this level of the senatorial building for quite a while, Palpatine gently probing at Anakin's current emotional standings with the war, his master, his feelings, his secret wife, his future child, when suddenly it happened. The occurence that had been trotting in Palpatine's foreshadowings all morning. At once, Palpatine had to immobilize himself or risk wavering like an old man. This was a disturbance in the Force unlike any other he'd experienced before. No so much for its magnitude -he'd felt much greater surges before, when the sleeping form of Darth Plagus had died under his hand- but rather for its nature. This was a disturbance that the Force itself didn't seem to know what to make of. Palpatine may be master of the Force, but what to make of this incident when even the Force was unsure about it? Oh, how very frustrating -and unprecedented- to be caught off-guard.

One thing was sure about it: other people were involved. As far as Palpatine could allow his sense to stretch out, he could feel other minds, right here, on Coruscant, who were reacting to this phenomenon with confusion equal to his.

He turned to his apprentice. Clueless young Skywalker was not one of them.

Palpatine would have to excuse himself at once and meditate on this. He had to find these other minds. And then either he, or Darth Sidious, would have to pay them a little visit.

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5:32 am

hillard
who; Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala, Qui-Gon Jinn. (c l o s e d)
what; Qui-Gon goes to see Padmé after speaking with Queen Apailana.
where; Padmé's residence. All the cool stuff happens there. ;*
when; The day after the Loyalist Committee meeting with Obi-Wan and Sabé; after Qui-Gon's talk with Apailana.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Padmé felt awful. She lay on her side, eyes half open, staring at a vase sitting upon a table on the other side of the room. She'd been awake most of the night, having to make what seemed like hourly trips to the fresher, gaining herself an hour's sleep at best. Everything hurt and she had a feeling it was going to be one of those days. And while she'd already experienced a day like she suspected this one to be at the start of her pregnancy, she hadn't intended to go through it again. Just her luck to be struck with a series of ailments on a day where no meetings or appearances had yet to be scheduled. At least she wouldn't have to come up with a decent excuse for her absence.

Bored with the sight of the vase and the wall behind it, Padmé rolled over onto her other side, groaning and shutting her eyes at the wave of nausea that coursed through her as she did so. If the nausea would subside, perhaps the other things bothering her wouldn't be so bad, but with backache, leg cramps, rib pain, tender breasts, and light-headedness on top of that, it was almost unbearable. She wished that Anakin had been able to stay the night with her, but at the same time, was glad for his absence, not wanting to be seen by anyone in this current state of being. It made her feel weak and miserable, and was one of the reasons she was still not all too thrilled about being pregnant.

Taking in a shaky breath, she rolled onto her back, keeping her eyes closed. She lay there for a moment, before shifting back to her previous position in direction of the vase. It seemed that was the angle she felt most comfortable in a the moment. She just wished Threepio would hurry and return from seeking out something to quell her stomach, but the droid, though obedient, was not as speedy as she wished he was at that moment. Her handmaidens had no knowledge of her pregnancy and she did not want to have to tell them while she was in this state of being, and sent Threepio out instead. It was easier to command of a droid who would obey without question than a group of handmaidens that would demand to know why their mistress was in such a miserable state. Though, a handmaiden would've been back by now.

She only hoped that no one would choose to bother her on today of all days. Padmé did not want to get out of bed, unless it was in response to the ever churning motions of her stomach. Unless it was Anakin or Threepio finally returning from his errand, she would see to no one.

current mood: nauseated

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Wednesday, February 22nd, 2006
10:06 pm - The Mouse and the Lion - A traitor in the ranks. *Open to Palpatine*

au_dorme
Mun's note:Scene takes place later in the evening after this particular scene.

Place: Government buildings on Coruscant.
Rating: PG at worse.
Muses: Dorme and Palpatine.
Scene Setting: A traitor talks.

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Dorme moved quietly through the meandering halls of the elegant government buildings. It was later in the evening and though most of the political representitives had long since gone home for the evening the handmaiden knew that there was a very good chance that one would remain behind. After all the Supreme Chancellor was a busy man whose duties to the Republic always ensured he would much work to do at all times.

Though normally the handmaiden wouldn't dare intrupt Supreme Chancellor Palpatine from his work she found herself unable to refrain on this particular evening. Though she knew the discussion she was witness to earlier in the day was hardly what one would refer to as a direct threat, she felt the need to speak with him about it all the same. After all he had asked her to keep a watchful eye for possible dangers that might arise pertaining to the Republic's security and to report to him of anything she might find to be out of place. In this case it was something far more threatening then she could have ever imagined.

The Jedi were beginning to doubt their leader's role and position pertaining to the war. While on the surface the Jedi were a peaceful Order, Dorme had come to learn that appearances were decieving. For despite all of their talk about peace and following the paths of the the light side of the force, their actions spoke louder. While they claimed they served in the name of peace they were more then eager to draw their lightsabers in battle. While they spoke of harmony and order, they were certainly more then eager to destroy entire families by stealing newborn daughters from their mothers and sons from their fathers.

If that wasn't be enough there was the dangerous fact that they had control of all of the Clone troops and commanded them even now. If the Jedi were to turn against the Chancellor and the Republic itself, it would lead to the loss of their entire army and along with it the support of the Senate and their allies.

Such a devastation would ultimately lead to the destruction of the Republic itself and the end of the free world as they knew it. Dorme could never tolerate such a horrid possiblity and it is with this thought in mind that she found herself approaching the vast doors that led to the offices of the Supreme Chancellor himself.

current mood: concerned.

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Thursday, February 16th, 2006
1:39 pm

hillard
who; Padmé, Dormé, Threepio, Typho, Saché, Obi-Wan, Sabé. [o p e n]
what; Sabé's reunion with her mistress.
where; Padmé's residence in the senatorial district.
when; Later in the day after the Saché/Typho/Padmé thread.

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Padmé had left Saché and Captain Typho to their search for Sabé, having been called off to an emergency meeting of the Loyalist Party. It hadn't been anything really big, but being that she was one of the three heads of the party, along with Bail Organa and Mon Mothma, it was crucial that she was present at all meetings, scheduled or not. A low-ranking politician from Lexi Dio's homeworld of Uyter had committed a minor crime on Giddean Danu's homeworld of Kuat, and the two were at and odds over what to do with the convicted politician. Bail had called the Loyalists into session, wanting to solve this problem without putting friction between the senators of Uyter and Kuat, friction that might cause them to leave the party. But, luckily, a quick suggested solution from the clever Mon Mothma put an end to the argument. Now, Padmé returned to her residence, feeling a bit exhausted from the day's meetings, along with the aches, pains, and nausea that now plagued her person.

She changed into something with lighter, looser fabric than she had been wearing before, for the gown she had worn to the meeting was beginning to feel tight and suffocating in areas. Her hair remained the same, as her handmaidens were currently off attending to other duties and couldn't attend to her. And of course, her necklace remained as well.

Moving out of her rooms and into the main sitting room, she returned to reviewing the treaties she had been working on the previous day, hoping to get some work done before Anakin returned from whatever was keeping him busy and stole her attention away from her duties. Not that she minded, of course.

current mood: restless

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Sunday, February 12th, 2006
6:02 pm - What dreams may come

onewiththeforce
Who: Qui-Gon Jinn.
Open to: Iolani Apailana.
What: Reconnaissance.
Where: Coruscant/Naboo.
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Qui-Gon let his feet carry him to his quarters, he carried a pile of blankets, pillows and clothes hastily provided by the supply droid on duty. He reached out to hit the door mechanism when he noticed the name plates on room where unfamiliar.

It took him a moment to realize that he hadn't been paying close enough attention to his surroundings and had automatically followed the same path that he had for over 30 years. The room that had belonged to him and his padawans was now someone else's home. This new situation was going to take some getting used to.

He turned back down the hallway to the correct room, feeling regret for the loss of what few possessions he had owned. He palmed the door open and quickly continued to the bedroom, throwing his pile on the matress.

Jedi as a rule did not feel attatchment to material possessions, but that didn't mean one's life was sterile. There were a few odds and ends that had collected over the years. A rock here and there to remind him of certain places or assignmensts, small tokens of gratitude from people that he had saved, things he had been unable to refuse for fear of insulting the giver. There had been a book of poems from prevous Jedi that he had been waiting to give to Obi-Wan when he was knighted.

With a mental shake he quickly pulled off his boots and discarded his torn and grubby clothes down the laundry chute. He intended to take a shower before meditation and bed.

The spray of hot water was luxurious; pounding against sore muscles. Concetrating his efforts, Qui-Gon was able to heal most of the injuries recieved from the battle on Naboo. He quickly finished, not wanting to fall asleep on his feet.

Finally, clean, dry, and dressed in loose sleep clothes he was finally able to meditate on the events of the day. Reaching out with the Force, Qui-Gon let himself be wrapped in a warm blanket of living energy. Giving up his confusion and fear, he willed himself to accept where and when the force had brought him.

When he finally collapsed into bed he was a sleep before he hit the pillow.

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Saturday, February 11th, 2006
8:33 am - Closing the doors of the future, to step into the past.

au_sabe
The Dojo was just as she had last seen it during the final days of the Republic's reign. Sabe never realized how much she had missed it until she took her first footsteps into the building. The familiar scent of burning inscence filled her nose and instantly set her at ease with the bittersweet memories it encouraged.

This is where it all began a second time she inwardly mused remembering the first time in ten she had seen Obi-Wan had been in the master hall where they were now headed, to spar once more. Though she missed her blades Sabe admitly was reluctant to retrieve them. For she knew if they did that would mark the end of it all.

As selfish as she knew it was Sabe couldn't help but embrace these few fleeting moments with Obi-Wan for as long as she could. Though inwardly such thoughts always brought guilt questions of whether or not she was committing a grave dishonour for being so reluctant Sabe couldn't help but answer it with the excuse that she wasn't entirely certain she was in the past or if it was but a well thought out trap. Deep down she was beginning to realize this answer too was turning sour that had it been a trap it would be over already but still she clung onto it like a drowning man holding onto a life preserve.

Stepping inside she headed to the main hall remembering correctly that at this time of day it was still considered too early for the handmaidens to be to start their training. Which meant if she recalled correctly they would have at least a few hours before anyone would arrive. Moving forward to the main training hall Sabe silently parted the doors and instantly found herself lost in the memories of the past.

She could almost feel the ghosts of history sparring in this room. Of her as a child training under the watchful eyes of Tame and Captain Panaka to become Queen Amidala's Principle Handmaiden. Then later training future Principle Handmaiden's herself. There were memories of Obi-Wan first choosing the Katana to answer her challenge, only to unwittingly or perhaps wittingly train her with his skill through their spars. Then there was the moments where no physical blades were drawn, of quiet discoveries and torn loyalities that left Sabe feeling more vulnerable then she'd ever want to admit. Of having to bear witness to the Jedi Master then Knight piecing together the information that would have him understand his Padawan's decision to marry her best friend. Then later the poignant verbal spar that pertained to the very same Padawan not Knight that almost tore her heart apart.

A shiver ran down her spine at that thought and Sabe caught her breathe as she remembered the extremely volatile experience in which her fears of Anakin's darkness was confirmed.

Anakin.

Even now the very name made her blood turn to lava and her skin as cold as steel. But after the strange encounter with the hero with no fear Sabe found out first hand there were far more important matters in life then dwelling on personal rage and the insatiable need for revenge. Obi-Wan's well-being being the most important of these matters. So during the said incident she was quick learn this much needed lesson and had promptly accepted the silent honour of being his much needed support...

current mood: nostalgic

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Thursday, February 9th, 2006
4:48 pm - *Flashback scene pre-AOTC* Secrets revealed and Irony Discovered.

au_sache
Sabe felt her heart slip to her throat as she returned to the handmaiden’s quarters only to find Sache looking rather intrigued as she studied the elegant Katana that normally rested on her hip. IT wasn’t so much the fact her friend was eyeing the sheathed blade but rather the worn out ribbon that rested on its hilt. For all intents and purposes the ribbon was quite a colourful but poignant choice of décor but upon closer examination it reveals evident signs of wear as the ribbons are literally worn to threads in some places and quite frayed at the end. Yet in doing so it had only served to expose its true secret through the frizzy blonde bits of braid that is peeking out from beneath. To which Sabe prayed Sache wouldn’t pick up on but knew by the look on her face she had just done so.

“Sache what are you doing with my sword?”

She moved promptly to grab it but the fellow handmaiden was far swifter and soon was clutching the blade close to her and grinning wickedly.

“Nevermind what I was doing, I want to know what you’re up too! Come on now Sabe what’s the real story behind this raggedy hair extension?”

She said twirling the ribbon as Sabe’s cheeks lit up on fire.

“Oh and don’t bother trying the line it’s too long a story for me to find out or whatever such nonsense I’m sure you’re going to try and come out with. Cause I have all day if necessary.”

Sabe was suddenly thankful that Sache was alone. Dealing with her teasing was bad enough without having her other sisters around to worsen this already embarrassing moment.

“It’s a good-luck charm alright? It calms me nothing more, nothing less.”

Sache raised a brow as she stepped back to Sabe’s attempt to grab the sheathed weapon once more.

“You’re a terrible liar and you know it. Heaven’s only know how you found yourself a position in intelligence. Now let’s try this again.

An age old hair extension that should have been tossed years ago finds its way into the weavings of your blades charms and you expect me to believe it’s just a lucky charm? Come now what sort of fool do you think I am? While the others may believe it’s just blonde because it’s been washed too many times but me…I know how these things are.”

“Do you.”

Sabe said in carefully neutral tones as she could though she was certain her glowing cheeks were a dead give away to her real thoughts. Sache instantly pick up on this and crowed in triumph.

“I knew it!! You do have a sweetheart!!!”

“I DO NOT!”

Sache grinned as she stepped closer but was still careful to leave the blade out of Sabe’s reach.

“So who is it? Come on you can tell me!”

Sabe rolled her eyes deciding against attempting to wrestle the blade from Sache knowing how pointless that was certain to be. Folding her arms she also surmised she may as well admit the truth while she could lest her friend nag her until the end of time.

“It was a gift from a friend.”

Sache raised a brow curiously before making a face.

“A braid of hair? What kind of gift is that? Talk about arrogant.”

Instantly Sabe was on edge feeling the need to defend Obi-Wan’s good name as she quickly retorted.

“It’s not like that.”

“Seriously, Sabe why a braid of hair?”

“It’s more then just a braid of hair Sache. It’s a Jedi Padawan’s braid.”Read more...Collapse )

current mood: embarrassed

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Sunday, February 5th, 2006
3:26 pm - The Search for the Elusive Handmaiden

captypho
Who: Typho, Saché, Sabé, Obi-Wan, Amidala?, (Open)
Where: Senatorial Buildings, Jedi Temple, Various
When: Third Day after Obi/Sab's arrival, Day after Qui-Gon thread
Rating: G-PG

Captain Soren Typho had just returned from a short leave of absence in which he had returned to the city of Keren on Naboo. He was lucky to have been able to attend his younger brother's wedding and was thankful to see his family again. Of course, upon arrival back to Coruscant, a ton of duties awaited him. It was nice to know that he was needed, but it was also quite burdensome after having a brief relief of duties.

The irony, he thought upon learning that his second-in-command, Sabé Nabish had gone missing a few days ago. His first thought was that she had another mission which involved going under cover as one of the Separatist informers as she had done on many occassions before, but she had always notified him of this. True, he had been away, but certainly, she would have left a coded message of some kind. This was quite unlike her indeed.

Something was up and this worried him.

Though he knew she wouldn't be there, he went to her quarters to see if there were any clues left behind as to her whereabouts.

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