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chapter nineteen

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The thing that no one talks about when the galaxy is at war was how life continued in spite of it. Ryha Skywalker knew this better than anybody.

While her husband and his fellow Jedi were off fighting for the Republic, she packed what little she had and moved to Couresant, where she served under Padmé. She learned many skills during this new chapter of her life, all of which she used daily, but she found herself getting lost in the politics of it all. As she listened to the restless speakers make their cases before the Chancellor and the rest of the Republic, she couldn't help but grow more and more weary with it by the minute. There they were, dancing around the same topics day in and out, when the solutions were directly in their face. She stayed stoic and composed as the rich and powerful screamed over things that would never effect them personally, and stood strong whenever her dear friend offered the voice of reason. But what frustrated her the most, was knowing first hand all the information about the war that her beloved was fighting in, and more importantly, possessing the knowledge that none of it mattered.

Ryha struggled with this immensely. No matter now many times she heard Padmé pleading her case before the room of politicians, she couldn't bring herself to possess the same tenacity that she did for the cause. It was easy for all of them — they had no ties to anyone actually fighting the war. To them, the clones and the Jedi were expendable. Nothing more than pawns in their little game. But Ryha knew that her husband, the man she loved more than life itself, was out there, fighting a pointless battle for people that didn't even know his name. Risking his life every single day for people that get paid to turn a blind eye. A man that signed up to be one of the many noble peace keepers of the galaxy, now turned a general.

The thought of it kept her up at night.

But with harboring these feelings also came a sense of guilt. There she was, stood in beautiful dresses behind one of the greatest political minds the galaxy had ever seen, getting to witness first hand information that most citizens of any system would never know about, and she was the one complaining. She was worried about her feelings on the matter, instead of supporting the war effort like she knew she should have. Every time she had seen Anakin — the few stolen moments they could manage, that is — he reassured her that the war was necessary, and that it wouldn't go on for much longer. That they were mere paces away from peace in the galaxy.

She trusted Anakin. If he believed that, so did she. After all, he was the one doing the dirty work. But she couldn't help but wonder...

Despite all of this, life continued. She woke up, did her job, thought about her husband every chance she got, and carried on. She slept alone in the small apartment that was her home on Couresant, and kept herself busy during her free time by reading and doing the small crafts that Anakin always admired when he came home for his short visits. The days tended to bleed into one another, and that was her new normal. She knew that nothing new happened during wartime except more war.

Well, that was, before she heard the news about Chancellor Palpatine being kidnapped.

Ryha had decided when she first started working for Padmé that she liked the Chancellor.  Unlike most of the other politicians she had grown to know and loathe, Chancellor Palpatine was kind.  Understanding, even.  He was a man who wanted what was best for the Republic, and a man who would do what it took to ensure that it happened.  She could tell that he was trying his hardest to make order of everything both sides of the war were saying, and wanted nothing more than to come to an agreement.  He noticed people and things in a way that anyone else in his position of power wouldn't even spare a second glance at.