AOTC: You escape the system.

From Create Your Own Story

Between Padme's knowledge of the palace and your piloting skills, you manage to jump to lightspeed before the Naboo are able to scramble any ships after you. After a short burst, you arrive in a desolate and remote system.

With the pursuit ended, at least for now, the sense of dread and panic within your chest begins to abate. Disgust and shame at what you did threaten to take their place once more, but you drive them from your mind. Those feelings can wait.

"Padme, I'm sorry." You start. Pacing the cockpit. The Senator swivels in her chair, looking up at you. "I don't know why I did that. I lost control. I-"

You're taken aback when Padme reaches up and takes your hand.

"Ani, listen to me. What you did was barbaric, monstrous, violent..." You agree with her assessment, but it burns to hear the woman you love label your actions with those terms.

"...but, I understand why you did it." She continues. "You were blinded by rage, seeing me with the Queen. Jedi are supposed to control their emotions, but I understand that very few Jedi experience the feelings you have for me."

She rises, to stand mostly level with you. She's so close. So beautiful and kind.

"Thank you, Padme. We should go back. I'll turn myself in, you can claim I abducted you..."

"No." Padme says softly. "Ani, those feelings you have, I share them. I can't be apart from you."

"Really?" You're almost unable to believe her response.

"Ani, it's true. You know it's true." She responds, pulling you close for a charged and hungry kiss. Your first. You'd dreamed of this. That dream coming true almost made the abhorrent circumstances you'd brought yourself into.

"We'll disappear, go to some backwater planet where they'll never find us and just live." Padme insists.

"But the Senate, your people-"

"Once, your order was the thing keeping us apart. Now, it's my duty. I can't be apart from you, Anakin. Though the galaxy suffers, I need you. Let's run away."

"Yes." You agree. With that one word, you know you're no longer a Jedi, she's no longer a galactic Senator. Now you're just Anakin and Padme, fugitives.

After a tight embrace, Padme returns to the cockpit controls, keying information into the navcomputer in an almost robotic way. You sense she needs time alone, to process what you've both just agreed to.

You leave the cockpit, heading into the shuttle's living areas. Finding a shower, you strip out of your Jedi robes. Though no blood had spilled on you, you feel the hot water washing your old life away.

Stepping out of the shower, you find the owner's personal grooming tool, and buzz your head, shearing the blonde hair and padawan braid from your head. The loss makes you look like a new man.

As you carefully even out the cut, trying to avoid the appearance of a fugitive, desperate to change his looks, you consider where to hide out with Padme. Despite yourself, despite your actions, the thought of so much time alone with her thrilled you, in your mind and in your cock. You knew it wouldn't be long until the two of you would become intimate. You savoured the knowledge, just as you would soon savour the knowledge of the brunette's body.

Your Jedi indoctrination was quick to make you ashamed of those thoughts, to refocus you on your task.

The Outer Rim seemed the safest bet. Far from the Republic's authority, far from Jedi, far from prying eyes. Tatooine might work. You had a familiarity with the planet from your childhood, even as a slave. You would be comfortable there, you hoped. Also in the Outer Rim was Dantooine. A sparsely inhabited and verdant world. There, you could retire to a plot in the wilds, farm, hunt, forage and be alone with Padme.

But a third possibility entered your mind. Where better to hide from your pursuers than the Undercity? Beneath the Jedi and the Senate's very noses. A man with your talents could easily make a living in that murky, crime-ridden world.

Reaching into a locker, you pull out a set of worn workman's overalls, rust red. You pull them on, more fitting for the man you are now, a man with no past and a beat up shuttle to his name. You also find a rucksack, to hide your robes, boots and lightsaber inside. They're symbols of your old life, and a weapon of brutal murder, but you can't bring yourself to part with them.

Rubbing your head, you leave the personal quarters and rejoin Padme to make your decision on your new life.

Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga
Character:
Anakin Skywalker
Setting:
Attack of the Clones

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