Obi-Wan bore left, zooming through the gap between two asteroids. A few ships had pursued them across the first few systems, but he’d managed to shake them a few hours back. Still, he continued flying cautiously, trying to be unpredictable so they wouldn’t be able to find them again.
A pale pink and orange haze lingered over everything, giving the planet the feeling of perpetual sunset. Tall, elaborate buildings rose high above the ground, connected by long skywalks. From Padmé’s research, their rooftops were all designed as landing pads, allowing the elite to come and go without rubbing shoulders with the “riff-raff” on the ground. If she’d come here on a diplomatic mission, she would never have smelt how the slums on the ground…
Asteroids of various sizes could be seen splayed across the black and purple sky, but Obi-Wan paid them little mind. His nerves were on edge. It was seven days after Padmé had given birth, and the twins were still under observation.
Staring into the eyes of the man who had once been like a brother to him, Obi-Wan saw no sign of his former self. Determination had turned to hardness and rebelliousness to hatred, and they held a cruelty they never had before.
Padmé has never been one to run from danger, but it’s different when it’s her children at stake.
Aware of the best and worst of both of her sons, Frigga takes actions that, she hopes, will help to bridge the gap between them.