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No one ever saw his true face, the pure anger that burned in him. But they might, someday.
The problem was that politicians wrote so many things down, and then Obi-Wan had to read them, because his master had a feeling that something was coming. Qui-Gon had a deeply annoying habit of being correct about this sort of thing, which was one of the reasons Obi-Wan hadn’t mutinied. Well, that and because he’d tried something very like mutiny once, and it hadn’t gone well.
“Or kick-start unlikely romances with the local nobility.” The rebuke in Qui-Gon’s tone for Obi-Wan’s choice of wording was unmistakable: some things were too serious to be understated.
“Rabé,” Rabene said. “Your wardrobe mistress, I think.”
“Yané,” said Suyan. “I’ll be in charge of liaising with the palace staff and droids.”
“Eirtaé,” Eirtama said. “Communications.”
“Saché. The lowly page.” No one would think much about seeing her at all.
“I will be everyone’s assistant,” Tsabin said. “That way people will get used to my stepping into random roles, and also not question my absence if I’m not visible.” “And?” Padmé asked. Tsabin would always have to follow the choices of others. The least they could do was give her this. Tsabin smiled. “Sabé.”
The light surrounded him, the dark a comfortable distance from the limits of his perception. And yet there was something; rather, there was nothing. And it eluded him completely.
On a dusty world with two bright suns, a little boy looked up from his work and saw an angel.
And yet, her heart ached for this good woman and for her selfless son, and she knew that it always would.
What I learned was that I’d rather be second to you than first to anyone else.”
But there was no choice. Saché picked her friends every time. And the fire burned on.
They were together again, and Padmé Amidala had a plan. The Trade Federation didn’t stand a chance.
“What’s your name?” someone asked. She turned. It was Anakin Skywalker, looking at her quite directly. Neither of the Jedi had asked. “Sabé,” she told him. There was no reason to keep it a secret. He would leave and she would probably never hear of him again. “It’s good to meet you, Sabé,” he said. “Thank you for keeping her safe.”
Anakin Skywalker liked flying.
Anakin Skywalker really liked flying.
