Somebody get me a hammer, wanna break all the clocks and the mirrors And go back to a time that was different, a time when I didn't feel like there was something missing Now my body and mind are so distant, don't know how to escape from this prison♪
The galaxy had changed while Padmé Amidala slept.
Sleeping was the easiest way for her to comprehend what had happened to her. Some sort of stasis, an experimental technology kept from the Senate's knowledge, some thing had kept her alive all these years, unchanged, only to wake alone and without answers. It took days for her to grasp the magnitude of her situation, hiding on the outskirts of a city on an Inner Rim planet from the soldiers who walked the streets with terrible purpose. The years that had passed, the rise of the a power she had fought so desperately against...
Finally, she reached out to an old friend, an ally she stilled hoped she could trust. The plan Bail Organa put into place was elaborate and more dangerous than any in which she had ever taken part, but with the state of the galaxy she understood the risks. She was both liability and asset, but the Emperor could not know she was alive. Sheev Palpatine could not know.
It was a nightmare from which she would never wake.
With her hair cut and her dress plain, Padmé waited for the contact she'd been promised. What lay ahead for her was unknown, a safeguard for herself and the group fighting to restore the Republic, but she trusted Bail. Her faith in him was all she had left.
𝓐 𝓰𝓪𝓵𝓪𝔁𝔂 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓭
Sleeping was the easiest way for her to comprehend what had happened to her. Some sort of stasis, an experimental technology kept from the Senate's knowledge, some thing had kept her alive all these years, unchanged, only to wake alone and without answers. It took days for her to grasp the magnitude of her situation, hiding on the outskirts of a city on an Inner Rim planet from the soldiers who walked the streets with terrible purpose. The years that had passed, the rise of the a power she had fought so desperately against...
Finally, she reached out to an old friend, an ally she stilled hoped she could trust. The plan Bail Organa put into place was elaborate and more dangerous than any in which she had ever taken part, but with the state of the galaxy she understood the risks. She was both liability and asset, but the Emperor could not know she was alive. Sheev Palpatine could not know.
It was a nightmare from which she would never wake.
With her hair cut and her dress plain, Padmé waited for the contact she'd been promised. What lay ahead for her was unknown, a safeguard for herself and the group fighting to restore the Republic, but she trusted Bail. Her faith in him was all she had left.