On the afternoon Padme Amidala was about to be wed, she sat at her vanity table, playing with her wedding veil. She carefully, adjusted her long curly locks of hair, neatly around the delicate, white, lacy garment. Finally, after trial and error, she was satisfied with the way she looked. She looked in the mirror and smiled at herself. A young, nervous bride to be smiled back. On this araw she would marry her one true love, Anakin Skywalker. She was a Senator and he was a Jedi, an unlikely pair. But pag-ibig knew no boundaries and she couldn’t help the way she felt about Anakin. He had pursued...
P: I brought you something. Are you hungry? A: The shifter broke. Life seems so much simpler when you’re fixing things. I’m good at fixing things. Always was. But I couldn’t… Why’d she have to die? Why couldn’t I save her? I know I could have! P: Sometimes there are things no one can fix. You are not all-powerful, Ani.
A= Anakin Skywalker P= Padmé Amidala C= C-3PO O= Owen Lars L= Cliegg Lars B= Beru
P: Stay with the ship, R2. C: Oh. Hello. How might I be of service? I am C… A: 3PO? C: The maker! Master Ani! I knew you would return. I knew it! And Miss Padmé. Oh, my. P: Hello, 3PO. C: Bless my circuits! I’m so pleased to see you both. A: I’ve come to see my mother.
A: Don’t go. P: I don’t want to disturb you. A: You’re presence is soothing. P: You had another nightmare last night. A: Jedi don’t have nightmares. P: I heard you. A: I saw my mother. She’s suffering, Padmé. I saw her as clearly as I see you know. She’s in pain. A: I know I’m disobeying my mandate
part 1 A: And when I got to them, we went into aggressive negotiations. P: “Aggressive negotiations”? What’s that? A: Well, negotiations with a lightsabre. P: (laughs) Anakin moves Padmé’s peras with the force, then cuts it in two… A: If Master Obi-Wan caught me doing this,
P: I don’t know. A: Sure you do. You just don’t want to tell me. P: Are you going to use one of your Jedi mind tricks on me? A: They only work on the weak-minded. P: All right. I was 12. His name was Palo. We were both in the Legislative Youth Program. He was a few years older than I. Very cute. Dark, curly hair. Dreamy eyes.
P: We used to come here for school retreat. We would swim to that island every day. I pag-ibig the water. We used to lie out on the sand and let the sundry us… and try to guess the names of the bird singing. A: I don’t like sand. It’s coarse and rough and irritating… and it gets everywhere.