Andrea Skywalker

Luke was gone. He just… he had suffered too many injuries. Palpatine had hurt him too badly.

Had hurt them all too badly.

Luckily, if her plan was agreed to, everything would work out and Luke would be back.

All it had taken was a few words from Ahsoka to convince her of this plan. A few words about the world between worlds and Andrea was hooked.

She had studied the World Between Worlds, as a Padawan. Anakin had never seen any point in it. Time travel was a myth.

Not so much a myth anymore, huh Ani?

Andrea snapped herself out of her musings. "Natasha?" She says softly. "Can you come here?" She asked.

-@skylxdy

They had a plan. It was supposed to go well. And it did, for a time. Leia, Han, Lando, and Chewie, accompanied by Nakia, Reva and the Rebels would be on Endor. Together they’d take out their base and save the ewoks. Natasha, Andrea, Luna and Ellie would be on the Death Star, stalking it’s halls like shadows, getting rid of imperial guards and troopers alike before they’d eventually reunite with Luke in the throne room. To rid the galaxy of the Emperor and save their father once and for all. But it went south.

She felt it. She felt them. Luke and Leia. Their deaths. It felt like the centre of everything had been ripped out. They’d been born together in a time of despair, separated to shield them from darkness, reunited in light, only to be torn apart once more in death. Natasha’s heart shattered. Her knees hurt with how she collapsed, throat burning with how she screamed blue bloody murder. And the anger, the fury she felt as she ran and practically threw herself across the room towards Palpatine before her father had any chance to get a hold of him himself.

She fought like a savage, a sister and daughter scorned, weakening the old Emperor. But not enough to kill him. Andrea prevented her from committing such a blow, and the consequences of her actions resulted in them once again having to go on the run.

An hour ago the Skywalker triplets were hugging each other, with a promise to see each other soon in the aftermath. Promising Han and Chewie they’d go on an adventure that didn’t involve certain death from crazy Sith Lords. Holding onto hope of surviving, to look ahead and plan Reva and Nakia’s wedding. To reunite with their father, Luna, Andrea and Ellie as a family. But those hopes were crushed, and the light within Natasha was almost dwindling.

“- He deserved a fate worse than death.” She planned to torture him, to have him writher in agony with no hope of escaping. Before she’d sever his head from his old and miserable shoulders.

She walked a dangerous line, and was ready to cross it for vengeance. To avenge her triplets, of which she is the last of. To avenge her father and the life Palpatine had stolen. To avenge her mother. Obi-Wan Kenobi. The Jedi. The innocents killed. Her dear friends known widely as Rogue one. She missed them all with every beat of her heart.

Her jaw was clenched, like her fists that held her saber staff in an iron grip.

She grows more stressed. More trigger happy.

Luke was gone. He just… he had suffered too many injuries. Palpatine had hurt him too badly.

Had hurt them all too badly.

Luckily, if her plan was agreed to, everything would work out and Luke would be back.

All it had taken was a few words from Ahsoka to convince her of this plan. A few words about the world between worlds and Andrea was hooked.

She had studied the World Between Worlds, as a Padawan. Anakin had never seen any point in it. Time travel was a myth.

Not so much a myth anymore, huh Ani?

Andrea snapped herself out of her musings. "Natasha?" She says softly. "Can you come here?" She asked.

-@skylxdy

They had a plan. It was supposed to go well. And it did, for a time. Leia, Han, Lando, and Chewie, accompanied by Nakia, Reva and the Rebels would be on Endor. Together they’d take out their base and save the ewoks. Natasha, Andrea, Luna and Ellie would be on the Death Star, stalking it’s halls like shadows, getting rid of imperial guards and troopers alike before they’d eventually reunite with Luke in the throne room. To rid the galaxy of the Emperor and save their father once and for all. But it went south.

She felt it. She felt them. Luke and Leia. Their deaths. It felt like the centre of everything had been ripped out. They’d been born together in a time of despair, separated to shield them from darkness, reunited in light, only to be torn apart once more in death. Natasha’s heart shattered. Her knees hurt with how she collapsed, throat burning with how she screamed blue bloody murder. And the anger, the fury she felt as she ran and practically threw herself across the room towards Palpatine before her father had any chance to get a hold of him himself.

She fought like a savage, a sister and daughter scorned, weakening the old Emperor. But not enough to kill him. Andrea prevented her from committing such a blow, and the consequences of her actions resulted in them once again having to go on the run.

An hour ago the Skywalker triplets were hugging each other, with a promise to see each other soon in the aftermath. Promising Han and Chewie they’d go on an adventure that didn’t involve certain death from crazy Sith Lords. Holding onto hope of surviving, to look ahead and plan Reva and Nakia’s wedding. To reunite with their father, Luna, Andrea and Ellie as a family. But those hopes were crushed, and the light within Natasha was almost dwindling.

“- He deserved a fate worse than death.” She planned to torture him, to have him writher in agony with no hope of escaping. Before she’d sever his head from his old and miserable shoulders.

She walked a dangerous line, and was ready to cross it for vengeance. To avenge her triplets, of which she is the last of. To avenge her father and the life Palpatine had stolen. To avenge her mother. Obi-Wan Kenobi. The Jedi. The innocents killed. Her dear friends known widely as Rogue one. She missed them all with every beat of her heart.

Her jaw was clenched, like her fists that held her saber staff in an iron grip.

Luke was gone. He just… he had suffered too many injuries. Palpatine had hurt him too badly.

Had hurt them all too badly.

Luckily, if her plan was agreed to, everything would work out and Luke would be back.

All it had taken was a few words from Ahsoka to convince her of this plan. A few words about the world between worlds and Andrea was hooked.

She had studied the World Between Worlds, as a Padawan. Anakin had never seen any point in it. Time travel was a myth.

Not so much a myth anymore, huh Ani?

Andrea snapped herself out of her musings. "Natasha?" She says softly. "Can you come here?" She asked.

-@skylxdy

They had a plan. It was supposed to go well. And it did, for a time. Leia, Han, Lando, and Chewie, accompanied by Nakia, Reva and the Rebels would be on Endor. Together they’d take out their base and save the ewoks. Natasha, Andrea, Luna and Ellie would be on the Death Star, stalking it’s halls like shadows, getting rid of imperial guards and troopers alike before they’d eventually reunite with Luke in the throne room. To rid the galaxy of the Emperor and save their father once and for all. But it went south.

She felt it. She felt them. Luke and Leia. Their deaths. It felt like the centre of everything had been ripped out. They’d been born together in a time of despair, separated to shield them from darkness, reunited in light, only to be torn apart once more in death. Natasha’s heart shattered. Her knees hurt with how she collapsed, throat burning with how she screamed blue bloody murder. And the anger, the fury she felt as she ran and practically threw herself across the room towards Palpatine before her father had any chance to get a hold of him himself.

She fought like a savage, a sister and daughter scorned, weakening the old Emperor. But not enough to kill him. Andrea prevented her from committing such a blow, and the consequences of her actions resulted in them once again having to go on the run.

An hour ago the Skywalker triplets were hugging each other, with a promise to see each other soon in the aftermath. Promising Han and Chewie they’d go on an adventure that didn’t involve certain death from crazy Sith Lords. Holding onto hope of surviving, to look ahead and plan Reva and Nakia’s wedding. To reunite with their father, Luna, Andrea and Ellie as a family. But those hopes were crushed, and the light within Natasha was almost dwindling.

“- He deserved a fate worse than death.” She planned to torture him, to have him writher in agony with no hope of escaping. Before she’d sever his head from his old and miserable shoulders.

She walked a dangerous line, and was ready to cross it for vengeance. To avenge her triplets, of which she is the last of. To avenge her father and the life Palpatine had stolen. To avenge her mother. Obi-Wan Kenobi. The Jedi. The innocents killed. Her dear friends known widely as Rogue one. She missed them all with every beat of her heart.

Luke was gone. He just… he had suffered too many injuries. Palpatine had hurt him too badly.

Had hurt them all too badly.

Luckily, if her plan was agreed to, everything would work out and Luke would be back.

All it had taken was a few words from Ahsoka to convince her of this plan. A few words about the world between worlds and Andrea was hooked.

She had studied the World Between Worlds, as a Padawan. Anakin had never seen any point in it. Time travel was a myth.

Not so much a myth anymore, huh Ani?

Andrea snapped herself out of her musings. "Natasha?" She says softly. "Can you come here?" She asked.

-@skylxdy

They had a plan. It was supposed to go well. And it did, for a time. Leia, Han, Lando, and Chewie, accompanied by Nakia, Reva and the Rebels would be on Endor. Together they’d take out their base and save the ewoks. Natasha, Andrea, Luna and Ellie would be on the Death Star, stalking it’s halls like shadows, getting rid of imperial guards and troopers alike before they’d eventually reunite with Luke in the throne room. To rid the galaxy of the Emperor and save their father once and for all. But it went south.

She felt it. She felt them. Luke and Leia. Their deaths. It felt like the centre of everything had been ripped out. They’d been born together in a time of despair, separated to shield them from darkness, reunited in light, only to be torn apart once more in death. Natasha’s heart shattered. Her knees hurt with how she collapsed, throat burning with how she screamed blue bloody murder. And the anger, the fury she felt as she ran and practically threw herself across the room towards Palpatine before her father had any chance to get a hold of him himself.

She fought like a savage, a sister and daughter scorned, weakening the old Emperor. But not enough to kill him. Andrea prevented her from committing such a blow, and the consequences of her actions resulted in them once again having to go on the run.

-@skylxdy

“I come from Naboo. My grandparents raised me. My mom died having me and my father..” she pauses, a distant look in her blue eyes. “He died too. In the Jedi purge.”

The urge to cry whenever she mentions them was always high. Feeling intense sadness. Her pale hands grip the pendant that hung round her neck. It was something her father made her mother when they’d been children, and her aunt Sola deemed it fit for her niece to have it in time of comfort.

“I heard Tatooine has two suns, and how hot it is. And the sand. Must be icky.”

She does spy her eyes gazing at the pendant.

“My daddy made this for my mom when they were small. Aunt Sola said mom and daddy would’ve wanted me to have it.”

And have it she did. The child rarely took it off unless she needed to bathe. She never slept without it despite her grandmothers warnings. It was her most treasured possession.

“Your name is Andrea?” Why did that name sound so familiar?

“My name is -“

“How many times have we told you to never run off?”

“I’m sorry, aunt Sola.”

“Imagine what your mother and father would say if they were here.”

It was then did Padme’s older sister take note of another presence, and her blood ran cold.

“I made a friend. Her name is Andrea. She’s from Tatooine. And she likes my necklace!”

From a distance, Sola’s name was called. Natasha turns expectantly, spying her uncle and one of her cousins. Ryoo oddly stares at Andrea, a frown creasing her brow. Her brown eyes, eerily similar to her late aunts, somewhat flash in recognition. She remembers seeing the woman, but she’d been so young at the time. Back when her aunt had two friends accompany her to their family home, before following her to the lake house. Instinctively the teen beckons her young cousin forward, and Natasha excitedly dashes to her. Andrea forgotten for the moment.

Darred picks his niece, and ruffles Natasha’s blonde hair affectionately. The youngest of the couples children, Pooja, was seen buying flowers. A lovely set that consisted of whites, silvers and blues.

“Andrea, if they find out you’re here, and that you were seen with my family.. we could get into serious trouble.”

Andrea had been kept in the dark about a lot. Not intentionally, but people assumed she knew more than she did. She hadn't seen Obi-Wan since the fall of the jedi. He hadn't been able to tell her anything.

She had never met Darth Vader. Never had a chance to sense who he was under that mask.

She hadn't know about the triplets, or where Luna is. In fact, until she met Natasha and sensed who she was, she had assumed her niece was dead. Now she wasn't so sure.

“Aunt Sola, can we go and visit mama’s crypt now?”

With the stress of trying to keep this secret and having Andrea right in front of her.. she felt her eyes beginning to water.

Darred once again picks the child up, seeing how his wife needed a moment.

“Let’s go and pick another set of flowers for her, hm?”

And so they began their walk up the hills of Naboo, passing the waterfalls Padme Naberrie loved to jump from in childhood. The same ones her own daughter loved to draw. A place of peace.

“What should we do?”

They did not have a Jedi protector like Luke did with Obi-Wan, or Leia with Kamilla.

“Then we will run. Hide her somewhere far away.” Denial, she knows. There was not a chance the family would outrun the inevitable.

-@skylxdy

“I come from Naboo. My grandparents raised me. My mom died having me and my father..” she pauses, a distant look in her blue eyes. “He died too. In the Jedi purge.”

The urge to cry whenever she mentions them was always high. Feeling intense sadness. Her pale hands grip the pendant that hung round her neck. It was something her father made her mother when they’d been children, and her aunt Sola deemed it fit for her niece to have it in time of comfort.

“I heard Tatooine has two suns, and how hot it is. And the sand. Must be icky.”

She does spy her eyes gazing at the pendant.

“My daddy made this for my mom when they were small. Aunt Sola said mom and daddy would’ve wanted me to have it.”

And have it she did. The child rarely took it off unless she needed to bathe. She never slept without it despite her grandmothers warnings. It was her most treasured possession.

“Your name is Andrea?” Why did that name sound so familiar?

“My name is -“

“How many times have we told you to never run off?”

“I’m sorry, aunt Sola.”

“Imagine what your mother and father would say if they were here.”

It was then did Padme’s older sister take note of another presence, and her blood ran cold.

“I made a friend. Her name is Andrea. She’s from Tatooine. And she likes my necklace!”

From a distance, Sola’s name was called. Natasha turns expectantly, spying her uncle and one of her cousins. Ryoo oddly stares at Andrea, a frown creasing her brow. Her brown eyes, eerily similar to her late aunts, somewhat flash in recognition. She remembers seeing the woman, but she’d been so young at the time. Back when her aunt had two friends accompany her to their family home, before following her to the lake house. Instinctively the teen beckons her young cousin forward, and Natasha excitedly dashes to her. Andrea forgotten for the moment.

Darred picks his niece, and ruffles Natasha’s blonde hair affectionately. The youngest of the couples children, Pooja, was seen buying flowers. A lovely set that consisted of whites, silvers and blues.

“Andrea, if they find out you’re here, and that you were seen with my family.. we could get into serious trouble.”

Andrea had been kept in the dark about a lot. Not intentionally, but people assumed she knew more than she did. She hadn't seen Obi-Wan since the fall of the jedi. He hadn't been able to tell her anything.

She had never met Darth Vader. Never had a chance to sense who he was under that mask.

She hadn't know about the triplets, or where Luna is. In fact, until she met Natasha and sensed who she was, she had assumed her niece was dead. Now she wasn't so sure.

“Aunt Sola, can we go and visit mama’s crypt now?”

With the stress of trying to keep this secret and having Andrea right in front of her.. she felt her eyes beginning to water.

Darred once again picks the child up, seeing how his wife needed a moment.

“Let’s go and pick another set of flowers for her, hm?”

And so they began their walk up the hills of Naboo, passing the waterfalls Padme Naberrie loved to jump from in childhood. The same ones her own daughter loved to draw. A place of peace.

“What should we do?”

They did not have a Jedi protector like Luke did with Obi-Wan, or Leia with Kamilla.

-@skylxdy

“I come from Naboo. My grandparents raised me. My mom died having me and my father..” she pauses, a distant look in her blue eyes. “He died too. In the Jedi purge.”

The urge to cry whenever she mentions them was always high. Feeling intense sadness. Her pale hands grip the pendant that hung round her neck. It was something her father made her mother when they’d been children, and her aunt Sola deemed it fit for her niece to have it in time of comfort.

“I heard Tatooine has two suns, and how hot it is. And the sand. Must be icky.”

She does spy her eyes gazing at the pendant.

“My daddy made this for my mom when they were small. Aunt Sola said mom and daddy would’ve wanted me to have it.”

And have it she did. The child rarely took it off unless she needed to bathe. She never slept without it despite her grandmothers warnings. It was her most treasured possession.

“Your name is Andrea?” Why did that name sound so familiar?

“My name is -“

“How many times have we told you to never run off?”

“I’m sorry, aunt Sola.”

“Imagine what your mother and father would say if they were here.”

It was then did Padme’s older sister take note of another presence, and her blood ran cold.

“I made a friend. Her name is Andrea. She’s from Tatooine. And she likes my necklace!”

From a distance, Sola’s name was called. Natasha turns expectantly, spying her uncle and one of her cousins. Ryoo oddly stares at Andrea, a frown creasing her brow. Her brown eyes, eerily similar to her late aunts, somewhat flash in recognition. She remembers seeing the woman, but she’d been so young at the time. Back when her aunt had two friends accompany her to their family home, before following her to the lake house. Instinctively the teen beckons her young cousin forward, and Natasha excitedly dashes to her. Andrea forgotten for the moment.

Darred picks his niece, and ruffles Natasha’s blonde hair affectionately. The youngest of the couples children, Pooja, was seen buying flowers. A lovely set that consisted of whites, silvers and blues.

“Andrea, if they find out you’re here, and that you were seen with my family.. we could get into serious trouble.”

Andrea had been kept in the dark about a lot. Not intentionally, but people assumed she knew more than she did. She hadn't seen Obi-Wan since the fall of the jedi. He hadn't been able to tell her anything.

She had never met Darth Vader. Never had a chance to sense who he was under that mask.

She hadn't know about the triplets, or where Luna is. In fact, until she met Natasha and sensed who she was, she had assumed her niece was dead. Now she wasn't so sure.

“Aunt Sola, can we go and visit mama’s crypt now?”

With the stress of trying to keep this secret and having Andrea right in front of her.. she felt her eyes beginning to water.

Darred once again picks the child up, seeing how his wife needed a moment.

“Let’s go and pick another set of flowers for her, hm?”

And so they began their walk up the hills of Naboo, passing the waterfalls Padme Naberrie loved to jump from in childhood. The same ones her own daughter loved to draw. A place of peace.

-@skylxdy

“I come from Naboo. My grandparents raised me. My mom died having me and my father..” she pauses, a distant look in her blue eyes. “He died too. In the Jedi purge.”

The urge to cry whenever she mentions them was always high. Feeling intense sadness. Her pale hands grip the pendant that hung round her neck. It was something her father made her mother when they’d been children, and her aunt Sola deemed it fit for her niece to have it in time of comfort.

“I heard Tatooine has two suns, and how hot it is. And the sand. Must be icky.”

She does spy her eyes gazing at the pendant.

“My daddy made this for my mom when they were small. Aunt Sola said mom and daddy would’ve wanted me to have it.”

And have it she did. The child rarely took it off unless she needed to bathe. She never slept without it despite her grandmothers warnings. It was her most treasured possession.

“Your name is Andrea?” Why did that name sound so familiar?

“My name is -“

“How many times have we told you to never run off?”

“I’m sorry, aunt Sola.”

“Imagine what your mother and father would say if they were here.”

It was then did Padme’s older sister take note of another presence, and her blood ran cold.

“I made a friend. Her name is Andrea. She’s from Tatooine. And she likes my necklace!”

From a distance, Sola’s name was called. Natasha turns expectantly, spying her uncle and one of her cousins. Ryoo oddly stares at Andrea, a frown creasing her brow. Her brown eyes, eerily similar to her late aunts, somewhat flash in recognition. She remembers seeing the woman, but she’d been so young at the time. Back when her aunt had two friends accompany her to their family home, before following her to the lake house. Instinctively the teen beckons her young cousin forward, and Natasha excitedly dashes to her. Andrea forgotten for the moment.

Darred picks his niece, and ruffles Natasha’s blonde hair affectionately. The youngest of the couples children, Pooja, was seen buying flowers. A lovely set that consisted of whites, silvers and blues.

“Andrea, if they find out you’re here, and that you were seen with my family.. we could get into serious trouble.”

Andrea had been kept in the dark about a lot. Not intentionally, but people assumed she knew more than she did. She hadn't seen Obi-Wan since the fall of the jedi. He hadn't been able to tell her anything.

She had never met Darth Vader. Never had a chance to sense who he was under that mask.

She hadn't know about the triplets, or where Luna is. In fact, until she met Natasha and sensed who she was, she had assumed her niece was dead. Now she wasn't so sure.

“Aunt Sola, can we go and visit mama’s crypt now?”

With the stress of trying to keep this secret and having Andrea right in front of her.. she felt her eyes beginning to water.

Darred once again picks the child up, seeing how his wife needed a moment.

“Let’s go and pick another set of flowers for her, hm?”

-@skylxdy

“I come from Naboo. My grandparents raised me. My mom died having me and my father..” she pauses, a distant look in her blue eyes. “He died too. In the Jedi purge.”

The urge to cry whenever she mentions them was always high. Feeling intense sadness. Her pale hands grip the pendant that hung round her neck. It was something her father made her mother when they’d been children, and her aunt Sola deemed it fit for her niece to have it in time of comfort.

“I heard Tatooine has two suns, and how hot it is. And the sand. Must be icky.”

She does spy her eyes gazing at the pendant.

“My daddy made this for my mom when they were small. Aunt Sola said mom and daddy would’ve wanted me to have it.”

And have it she did. The child rarely took it off unless she needed to bathe. She never slept without it despite her grandmothers warnings. It was her most treasured possession.

“Your name is Andrea?” Why did that name sound so familiar?

“My name is -“

“How many times have we told you to never run off?”

“I’m sorry, aunt Sola.”

“Imagine what your mother and father would say if they were here.”

It was then did Padme’s older sister take note of another presence, and her blood ran cold.

“I made a friend. Her name is Andrea. She’s from Tatooine. And she likes my necklace!”

From a distance, Sola’s name was called. Natasha turns expectantly, spying her uncle and one of her cousins. Ryoo oddly stares at Andrea, a frown creasing her brow. Her brown eyes, eerily similar to her late aunts, somewhat flash in recognition. She remembers seeing the woman, but she’d been so young at the time. Back when her aunt had two friends accompany her to their family home, before following her to the lake house. Instinctively the teen beckons her young cousin forward, and Natasha excitedly dashes to her. Andrea forgotten for the moment.

Darred picks his niece, and ruffles Natasha’s blonde hair affectionately. The youngest of the couples children, Pooja, was seen buying flowers. A lovely set that consisted of whites, silvers and blues.

“Andrea, if they find out you’re here, and that you were seen with my family.. we could get into serious trouble.”

Andrea had been kept in the dark about a lot. Not intentionally, but people assumed she knew more than she did. She hadn't seen Obi-Wan since the fall of the jedi. He hadn't been able to tell her anything.

She had never met Darth Vader. Never had a chance to sense who he was under that mask.

She hadn't know about the triplets, or where Luna is. In fact, until she met Natasha and sensed who she was, she had assumed her niece was dead. Now she wasn't so sure.

-@skylxdy

“I come from Naboo. My grandparents raised me. My mom died having me and my father..” she pauses, a distant look in her blue eyes. “He died too. In the Jedi purge.”

The urge to cry whenever she mentions them was always high. Feeling intense sadness. Her pale hands grip the pendant that hung round her neck. It was something her father made her mother when they’d been children, and her aunt Sola deemed it fit for her niece to have it in time of comfort.

“I heard Tatooine has two suns, and how hot it is. And the sand. Must be icky.”

She does spy her eyes gazing at the pendant.

“My daddy made this for my mom when they were small. Aunt Sola said mom and daddy would’ve wanted me to have it.”

And have it she did. The child rarely took it off unless she needed to bathe. She never slept without it despite her grandmothers warnings. It was her most treasured possession.

“Your name is Andrea?” Why did that name sound so familiar?

“My name is -“

“How many times have we told you to never run off?”

“I’m sorry, aunt Sola.”

“Imagine what your mother and father would say if they were here.”

It was then did Padme’s older sister take note of another presence, and her blood ran cold.

“I made a friend. Her name is Andrea. She’s from Tatooine. And she likes my necklace!”

From a distance, Sola’s name was called. Natasha turns expectantly, spying her uncle and one of her cousins. Ryoo oddly stares at Andrea, a frown creasing her brow. Her brown eyes, eerily similar to her late aunts, somewhat flash in recognition. She remembers seeing the woman, but she’d been so young at the time. Back when her aunt had two friends accompany her to their family home, before following her to the lake house. Instinctively the teen beckons her young cousin forward, and Natasha excitedly dashes to her. Andrea forgotten for the moment.

Darred picks his niece, and ruffles Natasha’s blonde hair affectionately. The youngest of the couples children, Pooja, was seen buying flowers. A lovely set that consisted of whites, silvers and blues.

-@skylxdy

“I come from Naboo. My grandparents raised me. My mom died having me and my father..” she pauses, a distant look in her blue eyes. “He died too. In the Jedi purge.”

The urge to cry whenever she mentions them was always high. Feeling intense sadness. Her pale hands grip the pendant that hung round her neck. It was something her father made her mother when they’d been children, and her aunt Sola deemed it fit for her niece to have it in time of comfort.

“I heard Tatooine has two suns, and how hot it is. And the sand. Must be icky.”

She does spy her eyes gazing at the pendant.

“My daddy made this for my mom when they were small. Aunt Sola said mom and daddy would’ve wanted me to have it.”

And have it she did. The child rarely took it off unless she needed to bathe. She never slept without it despite her grandmothers warnings. It was her most treasured possession.

“Your name is Andrea?” Why did that name sound so familiar?

“My name is -“

“How many times have we told you to never run off?”

“I’m sorry, aunt Sola.”

“Imagine what your mother and father would say if they were here.”

It was then did Padme’s older sister take note of another presence, and her blood ran cold.

“I made a friend. Her name is Andrea. She’s from Tatooine. And she likes my necklace!”

-@skylxdy

“I come from Naboo. My grandparents raised me. My mom died having me and my father..” she pauses, a distant look in her blue eyes. “He died too. In the Jedi purge.”

The urge to cry whenever she mentions them was always high. Feeling intense sadness. Her pale hands grip the pendant that hung round her neck. It was something her father made her mother when they’d been children, and her aunt Sola deemed it fit for her niece to have it in time of comfort.

“I heard Tatooine has two suns, and how hot it is. And the sand. Must be icky.”

She does spy her eyes gazing at the pendant.

“My daddy made this for my mom when they were small. Aunt Sola said mom and daddy would’ve wanted me to have it.”

And have it she did. The child rarely took it off unless she needed to bathe. She never slept without it despite her grandmothers warnings. It was her most treasured possession.

“Your name is Andrea?” Why did that name sound so familiar?

“My name is -“

-@skylxdy

“I come from Naboo. My grandparents raised me. My mom died having me and my father..” she pauses, a distant look in her blue eyes. “He died too. In the Jedi purge.”

The urge to cry whenever she mentions them was always high. Feeling intense sadness. Her pale hands grip the pendant that hung round her neck. It was something her father made her mother when they’d been children, and her aunt Sola deemed it fit for her niece to have it in time of comfort.

“I heard Tatooine has two suns, and how hot it is. And the sand. Must be icky.”

She does spy her eyes gazing at the pendant.

-@skylxdy

“I come from Naboo. My grandparents raised me. My mom died having me and my father..” she pauses, a distant look in her blue eyes. “He died too. In the Jedi purge.”

The urge to cry whenever she mentions them was always high. Feeling intense sadness. Her pale hands grip the pendant that hung round her neck. It was something her father made her mother when they’d been children, and her aunt Sola deemed it fit for her niece to have it in time of comfort.