Loth-kitten
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The Twilight landed and the ramp lowered below. I watched Obi-Wan descend and head towards me. A flashy looking gold plated protocol droid followed. This thing belonged to someone filthy rich, I thought as I rolled my eyes, this was a military ship, not a high class hotel. I hoped that this senator was not going to expect white tablecloths and jeweled goblets. I looked forward to seeing Anakin make jokes about her the way he did about Obi-Wan when he was acting too ‘civilized’.
Then I saw Anakin, walking side by side with the woman I recognized from her hologram. She was small, much shorter than Master. Her clothes were not fancy, but were obviously expensive, and to judge from her droid, she could be ostentatious. Her skin was clear and her features fine. She had large dark eyes and dark hair wound into an elaborate beaded hairstyle. She walked like royalty. I felt a twinge of jealousy when I saw Anakin escorting her like a gentleman while his droid Artoo followed her off the ship like a devoted pet.
When they reached us, Anakin waved his arm at Master Plo, “Senator, you already know Master Plo Koon of the Jedi Council.”
Master Plo bowed slightly and took her hand, “It is a pleasure to see you again, your highness, we met after the liberation of Theed.”
“Kontuya, tchin se,” she said in perfect Dornish, “Master Koon, it is good to see you. But no need for the formality, I’m just a senator now.” She smiled widely with a row of perfect teeth.
“One would be doing you a great disservice to suggest that you were ‘just’ anything,” Master Plo was practically fawning. It was a strange thing to see.
“Senator Amidala, please allow me to introduce my padawan, Ahsoka Tano,” Anakin stretched out his hand with a formal flourish. I had never seen him act so politely or seem so nervous.
“Hello, it’s good to finally meet you,” she reached out her hand and I shook it. Her gloves were the softest leather I’d ever touched. “Anakin tells me such wonderful things about you.”
When did he ever do that, I wondered. Actually, when did he ever have time to tell her anything? Anakin and I hadn’t been back to Coruscant since we’d met.
“The senator is one of our oldest friends,” Obi-Wan smiled at her. “Although she has a habit of getting herself into trouble. Case in point, today. We really must stop meeting only when your life is in danger,” he joked to her.
She flashed the winning smile again. Suddenly I was really envious. Everyone was falling all over themselves, as much as Jedi could, for this silly senator with the gold plated droid. She was poised and gracious as you’d expect someone to be if they had a lifetime of diplomatic training. I bet she wore silly outfits, Naboo politicians were known for their crazy fashions.
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The Twilight landed and the ramp lowered below. I watched Obi-Wan descend and head towards me. A flashy looking gold plated protocol droid followed. This thing belonged to someone filthy rich, I thought as I rolled my eyes, this was a military ship, not a high class hotel. I hoped that this senator was not going to expect white tablecloths and jeweled goblets. I looked forward to seeing Anakin make jokes about her the way he did about Obi-Wan when he was acting too ‘civilized’.
Then I saw Anakin, walking side by side with the woman I recognized from her hologram. She was small, much shorter than Master. Her clothes were not fancy, but were obviously expensive, and to judge from her droid, she could be ostentatious. Her skin was clear and her features fine. She had large dark eyes and dark hair wound into an elaborate beaded hairstyle. She walked like royalty. I felt a twinge of jealousy when I saw Anakin escorting her like a gentleman while his droid Artoo followed her off the ship like a devoted pet.
When they reached us, Anakin waved his arm at Master Plo, “Senator, you already know Master Plo Koon of the Jedi Council.”
Master Plo bowed slightly and took her hand, “It is a pleasure to see you again, your highness, we met after the liberation of Theed.”
“Kontuya, tchin se,” she said in perfect Dornish, “Master Koon, it is good to see you. But no need for the formality, I’m just a senator now.” She smiled widely with a row of perfect teeth.
“One would be doing you a great disservice to suggest that you were ‘just’ anything,” Master Plo was practically fawning. It was a strange thing to see.
“Senator Amidala, please allow me to introduce my padawan, Ahsoka Tano,” Anakin stretched out his hand with a formal flourish. I had never seen him act so politely or seem so nervous.
“Hello, it’s good to finally meet you,” she reached out her hand and I shook it. Her gloves were the softest leather I’d ever touched. “Anakin tells me such wonderful things about you.”
When did he ever do that, I wondered. Actually, when did he ever have time to tell her anything? Anakin and I hadn’t been back to Coruscant since we’d met.
“The senator is one of our oldest friends,” Obi-Wan smiled at her. “Although she has a habit of getting herself into trouble. Case in point, today. We really must stop meeting only when your life is in danger,” he joked to her.
She flashed the winning smile again. Suddenly I was really envious. Everyone was falling all over themselves, as much as Jedi could, for this silly senator with the gold plated droid. She was poised and gracious as you’d expect someone to be if they had a lifetime of diplomatic training. I bet she wore silly outfits, Naboo politicians were known for their crazy fashions.
archiveofourown.org/works/6361945