Queen's Peril (Star Wars)

by E.K. Johnston

Tell them what they wanted to know, and the fire would stay away. She was tempted. She was so, so tempted. Those few moments when the fire went out became the center of her galaxy. But there was no choice. Saché picked her friends every time. And the fire burned on.

sache :( 🫶🫶

“I’m nervous, but I’ll do you proud.” Padmé took her hand and squeezed it. “I know you will,” Padmé said. “Whatever happens, I know you will.”

Instead, when Padmé held out her arms, Saché hesitated for a moment—too aware of her own smell—and then wrapped her arms around her. “I’m so glad,” Padmé said. “I’m so glad.” Eirtaé and Rabé hugged them as well. Saché wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

Sabé took their hands, which was as much as she could do while she wore the Queen’s face. They were together again, and Padmé Amidala had a plan. The Trade Federation didn’t stand a chance.

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The moment Padmé stepped in front of her, Sabé knew that she had failed. Sabé was always supposed to stand between the Queen and danger, and not only had she faltered in her task, she had stood there and gaped as Padmé walked forward. It was her moment, and she had let it slip right through her fingers.

“You know, most of the time I’m okay with being second best,” Sabé said. She looked at Padmé and saw her friend’s face, not the Queen’s disappointed understanding.

But sometimes I know I could have done better, and by the time I’ve figured out how, it’s too late. I hate that. I feel like I failed you.” “And I feel like I failed you,” Padmé said. “We only prepped one speech. I should have been more flexible when we were getting ready.” Sabé straightened. “I hadn’t thought of it that way,” she admitted. “It’s in our natures to blame ourselves, I think,” Padmé said. “That’s definitely one way we are the same.”

“Sabé,” Padmé said seriously. “You might die.” “I know,” Sabé said. “That’s always been part of the job.” “But it’s for real this time,” Padmé said. “Before, if we died we were all going together, blown up on the royal starship or something. But you’ll be alone. You’ll be exposed. And you’ll be Amidala.” “I know,” Sabé said.

“My hands are yours.” And they always had been.

SABEDALA TRUTHERS RISE UP

“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.” Qui-Gon called out for him, and he wandered off. Sabé was oddly touched.

omg so sweet -_-

“We are still trying to get to the throne room in case they need us.” “In case she needs me,” Sabé said.

sabe one track mind at all times pls

Anakin Skywalker liked flying.

this just being a single line page break is so funny

Instead, she tackled the droid closest to Ollin and, when the clanker went down, punched the overseer right in the face.

GET HERRR

Anakin Skywalker really liked flying.

PLSSS this is such a funny format to tell this omg

A Jedi funeral was a solemn affair, and Padmé knew that it was a great honor for the Naboo to be trusted to see to his remains. She wore the dark purple dress again, but this time instead of Sabé’s hands alone, those of all of the handmaidens dressed her.

The Jedi Master had trusted her when he knew she was keeping secrets, had let her try to keep control of a wildly unpredictable situation, and had respected her judgment enough to at least listen to her arguments. She would never get to thank him for any of that. They would never look back at what they had experienced together and find the lighter side of it. It would always be an open wound.

Obi-Wan and Anakin stayed until the last ember burned out, and so did the Queen and her court. The night air was chill and they were all exhausted, but it was the best way to show their thanks to the soft-spoken Jedi Master who had risked much and given all to save their home.

quigon's impact </3

Once, the music she played had filled her heart while the knowledge of her shortcomings had drained it. But she knew better now. With her friends around her and the clear Naboo sky above, she started to play.

The girl in the white dress had her mother’s brain and her father’s heart, and a spark that was entirely her own. Brilliance and direction and compassion as bright as the stars. But now she was alone, and no one could help her. Whatever happened next, however it was recorded and remembered, she was entirely on her own.

NOOOOOOO 💔💔💔💔💔 LEIAAAAAA

From the time she was small, she had wanted to help. Her father was often gone offworld, and it wasn’t until she was sixteen that she tried to take action on her own. It hadn’t ended particularly well, but she had learned a valuable lesson and gained the trust of her parents in the process. When she’d stood at the top of Appenza Peak, her planet stretching out from her in beautiful blues and greens as far as she could see, she had known she would never see anything quite so beautiful as home.

the mirror to padme's prologue ohh im gonna be sick

But now—now she would never live her parents’ dreams for her. She would never rise as high as they had hoped she would. The throne was gone and the mountain was gone and they were gone, and it felt like she was the only one left. But she wasn’t about to let that stop her.

LEIA 💔💔💔

The music began, and the huge doors at the back of the hall slid open to reveal the Heroes of the Rebellion. Suddenly, she didn’t feel quite so alone anymore.

her new family :(

The girl in the white dress was never going to be Queen, but she was ready.

ohhhh sickening bookend parallel o my god.... :(

And, finally, thanks to Dot, who jokingly renamed My Chemical Romance at exactly the right moment in my life. It was destiny, I guess.

neurotransmitter affection 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 the gasp i gasped at this note....