EDIT: This is way too late and probably futile, but for the record, this comic takes place in a domestic Earth AU. The Force can’t help him with that towel.
As i was thinking about this i realized Padmé’s
situation is different from the other two main characters. Canon!Padmé is
pretty consistent in term of who she is and how people perceive her.
Fanon!Padmé
is not as consistent because the fandom tend to hyperfocus only one of her many
characteristics. Fanon!Padmé is either the most compassionate being in the galaxy
or a “cold bitch”, she either cares about everyone or no one, she is the wisest
character or she is dumb as a rock, she is romantic or she is fake, she is in
love or she is brainwashed, etc.
Of all the
three characters, Padmé’s characterization is the one that seems to matter the
least in term of how the fandom perceives her. Canon seems to matter very little
because bias rules where this character is concerned. Padmé is no longer a character, she’s a symbol, a representation
of whatever the fandom wants her to be. She’s either a great female character
or complete trash.
Since accepting
Padmé for who she is (a flawed, human character) is so unpopular and because
both sides of the equation (pros and antis) make wild claims about her (she is
perfect or she is evil incarnated), I’d like to take this opportunity to offer a
broad view of Padmé as a character. A character that can be kind, compassionate,
loving just as she can be privileged, entitled, arrogant, etc. Like any well developed characters, she is a
mix of good and bad qualities.
“And where
else should I be?” Padmé demanded, not
caring that her raised voice was attracting the attention of three
apprentice healers scurrying about their mysterious Jedi business. Not caring
that she was perilously close to making
a scene, behaving in a manner unbecoming to a former Queen of Naboo, a member
of the Galactic Senate, a politician with a very public face. I am not
leaving this place before they let me see him. Vokara Che’s expression
hardened. “If you’re not comfortable with receiving Jedi treatment, Senator, I
can see you escorted to a medcenter or—” “You’re
not escorting me anywhere! I want—” [Karen Miller’s The Clone Wars: Wild
Space]
Anakin
laughed, too, but sobered quickly. He gave her another of his intent stares and
said suddenly, “I’m going to marry you.” Amidala
could not help laughing again. A slave boy, marrying the Queen of Naboo?
But here she was only Padmé, she reminded herself. At least Anakin did not seem
put out by her involuntary laughter.
[Patricia C. Wrede’s Episode I: The Phantom Menace]
The way [Padmé]
ran to Anakin, so gravely wounded in that cavern. The tenderness in her eyes, her touch. Her fierce protection of him on the journey back to Coruscant. How she ignored her own pain for his. And how
she fought to see him, here in the Temple. [Karen Miller’s The Clone Wars: Wild
Space]
“What
happened to Anakin’s mother, Padmé?” The question jolted her, unpleasantly. She
hadn’t realized [Obi-wan] knew anything was wrong. “What happened? She died”. And that jolted him. Good. [Karen
Miller’s The Clone Wars: Wild Space]
“Padmé,” [Bail]
said as he reached her, then pulled her aside into a convenient alcove. His
dark eyes were anxious. “I don’t know if you’ve heard, but Obi-Wan Kenobi is
one of the bombings’ casualties.” The
lies came so easily now. “No! I didn’t—oh, that’s awful, Bail. How badly is
he hurt?” [Karen Miller’s The Clone Wars: Wild Space]
I know this nose art is for the Bad Batch, but I can’t help but imagine another Clone Unit with a stronger claim on the Senator as a mascot. (And how much Anakin would FLIP THE FUCK OUT)
—
Morale Booster
“REX!”
… And it looks like the paneling repair will have to wait, as his General’s boots appear next to his head beside the transport’s landing gear. He pushes himself out from under the machine on a dolly, flat on his back.
“Sir?”
“What is THAT?!” his fearless leader yelps, pointing dramatically, emphatically upwards and towards the nose.
He scoots out farther, past General Skywalker’s legs, and props himself up on his elbows to take in the three-quarters-finished pinup Hardcase has been taking such pains with for the last four hours.
“Morale booster, sir. Couldn’t do something clever like the 104th and their Plo’s Bros or anything, so–”
“So you chose SENATOR AMIDALA?!” Did his voice just crack? It did.
He shrugs. “Sure. She’s been through enough hell and high water with us.”
“She’s a SENATOR!”
“And she’s a keen eye with that blaster,” he reasons, jerking his head up to the painting, and the flawlessly detailed replica of the Senator’s favored sidearm, primed to fire and held at a jaunty, confident angle. He even got the chipped paint over the trigger guard right.
“Got the looks for it too!” Hardcase yells down from where he’s shading in a long bare stretch of thigh, pausing to vigorously shake his can of spray paint. “We might finally be able to give the 327th a run for their money, with General Secura and all.”
“GENERAL SECURA is half naked on the nose of a transport?!”
“What? No!” Of course not, that’s just tasteless.
There’s a clatter from up above as Hardcase puts his paints down and leans over the scaffolding, a hand wobbling skeptically. “Well… Technically…”
“She’s in her usual outfit, y’know, with the–” Rex explains, and zig-zags a finger down from his head, mimicking the General’s lekku straps. “–and the leather pants.”
“It’s just a little leg, Anakin, I don’t see what you’re so upset about.”
Oh thank all the stars and little planets. Backup. General Kenobi steps up beside his former Padawan to admire the paint job himself. “Excellent work on her hair, Hardcase,” Kenobi continues, tilting his head.
“Thank you, sir. Run a probe with some white and a little metallic gold through the wet paint, gets it to streak so the shine looks real.”
General Skywalker is starting to do that thing where he puffs up like an angry coppi lizard and splutters furiously while he tries to think of something else to be upset about. He can hear Fives rolling his eyes from the opposite side of the transport. General. Honestly. If you’re trying to keep a relationship secret, openly displaying your klik-wide jealous streak is not how you do it.
“The 212’s is worse, anyway,” Kenobi muses idly, as Hardcase carefully adds the supposedly “very distinctive” freckle high on the Senator’s hip, just below the split in her modified favorite Council dress. Skywalker starts to go wide-eyed at that, because his sabacc face out of genuine combat is complete sleenshit, and startles when his master continues.
“She’s on the 212th transport too?!”
“Of course not, don’t be ridiculous. We can’t have duplicates, that defeats the purpose,” Kenobi says, in that too-reasonable tone he takes on when he’s deliberately fucking with his former Padawan.
“’Cept Master Ti,” Echo yells, from somewhere inside the paneling he and Rex had been working on.
“Except Master Ti, yes,” Kenobi agrees, and shrugs. “But that’s to be expected. Rather like how so many people have that arm tattoo of a heart with the ribbon that says ‘Mom’.”
Rex personally knew of at least eight other clones that had that exact tattoo, though the ribbon was usually striped like Master Ti’s headtails, and nods agreeably. That seems to have sufficiently diverted Skywalker, or at least confused him.
“Then how is it worse?” Skywalker asks, a little desperately, then his face lights up completely with slightly malicious anticipation. “Is it the Duchess?!”
Oh boy. Rex looks up at Hardcase, who is biting down on his paint-splattered fist to keep from laughing, as General Kenobi gets that look.
“Certainly not,” Kenobi says sternly, and waits a full beat to drop his bombshell. “It’s me.”
Skywalker just stares.
“Though I’m reasonably certain Duchess Kryze had something to do with it, given the way I’m half falling out of my robes.”
Now he looks vaguely green.
“Or it’s some perverse joke of Master Windu’s. It seems his style. Cody refuses to tell me.”
And before Skywalker can come up with anything else to protest, Kenobi adds:
“Besides, Senator Amidala loves it. Hers, I mean. I haven’t asked her about mine.”
Apparently even Jedi can choke on air when sufficiently surprised. But really, where did he think they’d gotten the preliminary sketches from?
General Windu wants to Have Words with whomever was responsible for this idea. General Kenobi claims ignorance.
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