Revenge

Chapter 19. Naboo Part 2

"Here," Satine said as she opened her bedroom doors. It was 10 in the night now, and yet, she didn't feel tired. Bail walked in and Satine looked around the hallways to make sure that no one is there. Sure enough, it was quiet now. She stepped in and closed the doors

Bail sat on one of the cushions available on the room, in which Satine followed suit. The two sat on opposite sides. "So," she began, "what is this whole "Rebellion" thing?"

Bail took some breaths before answering the question. "We both know that the Empire isn't right, democracy must continue, not dictatorship." Satine nodded. Seeing that she's understanding, he continues. "Me and Senator Mothma are building the Rebellion, a small force of rebels who fights against the Empire."

Satine let the thought sink in. Rebels who fights against the Empire doesn't sound so bad to her. But then again, the violence. With the current situation, Satine being ripped away from her beliefs and values more and more. She feels like all of this fighting are wrong, but it's necessary, because Palpatine should never have such powers.

"I'm asking you to join our small band of rebels," he offered. Satine looked down and then back to making eye contact with him. "How many people are there in this Rebellion?" she questioned.

"Not much," he admitted, "but I'm still working on it. Me and Mothma are."

Satine stayed quiet. On one side, she wants to help them so badly to defeat the tyrannical Empire, but on the other side, she knew it will only start more war, another Galactic scale war perhaps. It dreaded her, and she fears for the destruction that will come along with it. But she needs to make a decision, one that will change the he life.

"I'm in."

Bail smiled widely. "But I can only help through financially," she added. "It's alright," he replied. "Any help is better than nothing."

Satine felt the urge to smile as well. She was now apart of the band of rebels whose goals are to change the Galaxy. She knew it will only create another war, but the people will be suffering if they stay quiet. If the Clone Wars has taught her something, it's that sometimes you need to be more open minded and except other ideas for the greater good.

"I suppose our business is done then," she said. She was getting tired and tommorow is the day of the funeral. The two politicians stood up and made their way to the door.

"Thank you so much Satine," the Senator said one last time before leaving. "You're welcome Bail," she responded with a smile. He smiled back and left the room.

As Bail walked down the hallway, he remembered a promise he had made to an old friend.

"Please, tell her that for me."

He stopped and glanced back at the door. It was closed now. His smile disappeared. Sooner or later, she'll have to hear that. His heart felt terrible, but he had to say it soon enough.

Sighing, he looked back to his front and continued his walk to his room.

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The next day came too early for Satine. She was dressed in all black and dark grey for the funeral, and her hair is done in an updo to support the idea of formality.

She sat down in her bed as the sun shined brightly outside. The shine lit her face up, but there was nothing lit up about her. She was about to go to a funeral of her best friend and there is nothing happy about it.

A knock came from the door. Satine was brought back from her thoughts and into reality. "Come in," she ordered, not even bothering to look up from her desk. A maid came in and approached her.