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Posted: 2020-03-31 18:56:44
by VG_Climp - Size: 542x1280
- Source: www.deviantart.com/wrenze...LL-Padme-s-Fall-799204723
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"Who are you?" the raspy voice asked once more as the woman spat back her response,
"Princess Amidala of Naboo," Padme growled, but felt something in her head.
It had been some time since the Senator had disappeared from the public eye. She had been spirited away after her open comments against the now Emperor Palpatine and taken to the Coruscant Slums. She was held prisoner for a time while certain preparations were made by the New Order. While the Galaxy turned from a Free Republic to a stunted Totalitarian Empire, Padme had remained hidden away in some backroom. Now, after almost a week of minimal human interaction, a man in a dark cloak entered the room, asking stupid questions and otherwise silently staring at her through hidden eyes.
"That answer is incorrect... I will ask once more... Who are you?" this time the question came with an odd burning in Padme's head as if something was scratching at her brain.
"Ugh... I-it's Princess... Princess uhm..." She blinked as her name wasn't coming to mind as easily as before. "I'm... Princess Amidala," she managed with surprising difficulty. Her body almost seemed to ache from the effort, but still she stared defiant against the cloaked figure. However, he didn't seem to care too much about this.
"That answer is incorrect," he repeated, unmoving as Padme seemed compelled to stare deeper into the shadowy robes of the investigator. "I will ask once more... Who are you?" The voice was irritating now, she had already answered his questions and refused to be toyed with. She was about to spit back a cutting retort when her head burned once more and her chest felt oddly heavy. She shivered, shaking her head to try and relieve the building pressure, compelled to answer once more,
"I... am... uhm..." the name wouldn't come this time. She dug deep but when she did her head only ached as she weakly looked up at the figure, "I... don't know... but I-"
"That answer will suffice," the figure nodded as the prisoner felt her body relax. "You are Ami, a dancer at a Pleasure Cafe," he spoke in a monotone, but each word seemed to weave new memories into the prisoner's head. Memories of growing up in the Coruscant slums, of dancing sexily for others... but... she also had memories of a distant world... green pastures and beautiful cities... her head burned once more, as the iconic images of Naboo shifted to posters she had seen posted around the city among other 'vacation locations' she could only dream of affording to visit.
"Again, who are you?" He spoke in a monotone as the girl's body finished shifting,
"I am Ami, a dancer at Dolly's Pleasure Bar... I serve and entertain customers..." her response was robotic as her eyes seemed to dim hypnotically.
"Very good, we are done here..." with that, Ami blinked and looked around the motel room... it was her room, right... when had she gotten home last night? And why did she feel like she had been chatting with someone? She looked around again and there was no one there. She shook off the feeling and got dressed as her hair began to shift from dark brown to a strawberry blonde, erasing the last trace of Princess Amidala..
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