Her daughter, married to a smuggle. A part of her knew that she should be concerned over such a thing, it certainly seemed the motherly way, but she also believed in the good in people. If her daughter loved the man, then she hoped they have a happy life together with their son. Her grandson.
Commander Skywalker. Her children would find each other, then. There were no words to describe how much of a relief that was, or how it broke her heart to realize there had been no mention of her in Poe's description. She wasn't going to be a part of her children's lives then. But they would live, and she tried very hard to focus on that miraculous revelation.
"Thank you for telling me all of this," she said after a moment of silence, withdrawing fully back to her own chair and picking up her cup of tea again while something in her visibly closed off. The only way she could continue this conversation was to distance herself from both the pain and joy it had presented her. "How can I help you get back to your life, Poe?"
He could understand needing the distance, especially if she was who he thought she was, and he was happy to change the subject if that was what she needed, though the question had him shaking his head, just rolling his cup of tea between his palms again, "I don't know. If I did I think we'd be having a very different conversation."
He scrubbed a hand up over his face and through his hair, "We were on the wrong end of a dogfight, last-minute hyperspace calculation through a solar storm, or, well, solar loop, it wasn't really a storm. We were supposed to get to D'Qar and got here instead."
Dozens of thoughts tumbled through her mind as she considered the possibilities while sipping slowly at her tea. Her eyes stayed on the crackling flames as she examined one idea then discarded it and moved onto the next. Mathematical calculations and stellar phenomena were far from her area of expertise, but in the end it was just another problem to be solved, so she approached it as thus.
It was quite frustrating, though. With a sigh, she lifted a hand to rub at her eyes. "Perhaps the best hope for your return might be to recreate the conditions of your arrival," she finally theorized aloud, weariness creeping into her voice.
"That's what I was afraid you were going to say." He replied, another small flicker of a smile, this one more wry than actually amused, "Mostly because that's pretty much the only solution I could come up with."
BB-8 had, apparently, also been trying to work something out, just rocking slowly back and forth as if in thought, finally just hooting sadly in response, as if that was the only solution it had been able to come around to as well.
"I wish I had other resources to offer you," she said, forgetting for a moment that she was no longer in a position where anyone would even expect her to have such things. "If the Jedi were still--" But they weren't. The Jedi were all dead or in hiding, and her husband had played a part in that. Her expression wavered enough for her to look away, needing a few seconds to compose herself again.
"Just making sure I was inside before dark is plenty." He replied, "Means I'll still be able to try and figure things out in the morning." And maybe, just maybe, things would have corrected themselves by then without any input from either of them.
He doubted that one, but he could still hope for it all the same.
Just making sure he... But of course he wouldn't understand just how much she owed him for the gift he'd unknowingly given her. Even with the knowledge that she would have no place in their lives, her children would grow up. They had futures ahead of them that included a time of peace, and just knowing that would help her sleep at night.
"I couldn't just leave you out there," she rationalized. Looking to BB-8, she added, "Even with such a formidable protector."
BB-8 straightened, arc-welder flipping out and on just briefly, something that made Poe smile all over again, though he mostly managed to hide it behind a sip of tea, nodding solemnly a moment later, "I appreciate it all the same, who knows what kind of trouble we might have run into."
He set the cup of tea down to go retrieve the projector, popping it easily open to set it on the table, thumbing it on and smiling at the small starfield that all but erupted around them, "And this way maybe you can at least help figure out where we are in relation to where we were and where we were going."
That little droid really was incredibly endearing; she wouldn't want to face it in a fight, especially if it was protecting Poe. She could just tell that the affection they had for each other was completely mutual.
Standing, Padmé stepped back slightly to get her bearings, finding Coruscant and Naboo, still the anchors of her universe, before locating the tiny pinprick of light that was their sun. She had to move to the very edge of the map to reach it, lifting her hand to point at the location. "This is our system," she explained with a glance back at him.
He nodded at that, having moved as well to locate where they'd started from, "So this is where we were, Marveth. Bee, show me D'Qar?" The droid trundled forward again, chirping once and making the planet in question flash twice.
The three points were roughly equidistant from each other, which was the first thing Poe noticed, brow furrowing a little, "So, that's weird." His brow furrowed, glancing from one to the other and back, "And even just having gotten the coordinates reversed somehow wouldn't have done it. That would have sent us off..." He gestured towards the edge of the map nearest him, "Somewhere into the wilds."
It doesn't make any sense, but then why would it to her? "I wish I knew more of the science behind all of the variables at work here," Padmé lamented almost apologetically while studying the spaces between those pinpricks of light. "I'm afraid I won't be of much help with this part of the problem."
Which she did feel regretful about, truly. Finally she had the chance to do something important again, something to help someone that would matter, and instead she simply felt useless.
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Truthfully Poe didn't really have any better idea than she did how something like this could have happened, which was what had him moving carefully through the starfield, and through the room even as he said: "Bee, show me what the next ones in the sequence would be, here," A gesture to another point somewhat above the location of where they were, "And again here." Another point below where they'd intended to be, since while they were equidistant, the two ends were at an angle to each other, not quite a spiral because there weren't enough points for that, but definitely that angle.
He gave her another easy smile, "I don't really know either, not like this kind of thing has happened before, so throw a couple ideas, we'll see if anything sticks."
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Commander Skywalker. Her children would find each other, then. There were no words to describe how much of a relief that was, or how it broke her heart to realize there had been no mention of her in Poe's description. She wasn't going to be a part of her children's lives then. But they would live, and she tried very hard to focus on that miraculous revelation.
"Thank you for telling me all of this," she said after a moment of silence, withdrawing fully back to her own chair and picking up her cup of tea again while something in her visibly closed off. The only way she could continue this conversation was to distance herself from both the pain and joy it had presented her. "How can I help you get back to your life, Poe?"
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He scrubbed a hand up over his face and through his hair, "We were on the wrong end of a dogfight, last-minute hyperspace calculation through a solar storm, or, well, solar loop, it wasn't really a storm. We were supposed to get to D'Qar and got here instead."
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It was quite frustrating, though. With a sigh, she lifted a hand to rub at her eyes. "Perhaps the best hope for your return might be to recreate the conditions of your arrival," she finally theorized aloud, weariness creeping into her voice.
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BB-8 had, apparently, also been trying to work something out, just rocking slowly back and forth as if in thought, finally just hooting sadly in response, as if that was the only solution it had been able to come around to as well.
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He doubted that one, but he could still hope for it all the same.
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"I couldn't just leave you out there," she rationalized. Looking to BB-8, she added, "Even with such a formidable protector."
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He set the cup of tea down to go retrieve the projector, popping it easily open to set it on the table, thumbing it on and smiling at the small starfield that all but erupted around them, "And this way maybe you can at least help figure out where we are in relation to where we were and where we were going."
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Standing, Padmé stepped back slightly to get her bearings, finding Coruscant and Naboo, still the anchors of her universe, before locating the tiny pinprick of light that was their sun. She had to move to the very edge of the map to reach it, lifting her hand to point at the location. "This is our system," she explained with a glance back at him.
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The three points were roughly equidistant from each other, which was the first thing Poe noticed, brow furrowing a little, "So, that's weird." His brow furrowed, glancing from one to the other and back, "And even just having gotten the coordinates reversed somehow wouldn't have done it. That would have sent us off..." He gestured towards the edge of the map nearest him, "Somewhere into the wilds."
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Which she did feel regretful about, truly. Finally she had the chance to do something important again, something to help someone that would matter, and instead she simply felt useless.
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He gave her another easy smile, "I don't really know either, not like this kind of thing has happened before, so throw a couple ideas, we'll see if anything sticks."