"Her name," the former Senator of Naboo says, gravely, "was Padmé Amidala." Pooja Naberrie bows her head. "She was born Padmé Naberrie."
Luke has never heard of her before. Still, the name Padmé Naberrie tingles down his spine.
"Please do not forget my aunt in your memorials. Thank you."
Pooja Naberrie bows to the Council.
Her warm brown eyes meet Luke's.
A puzzle piece waiting to be placed.
But only time will tell why.
After the meeting, he approaches Pooja.
"Tell me more about your aunt."
The words are compelled out of him.
Pooja smiles, sadly. "There is only so much I can tell you. She spent so much time away as Queen, then Senator. I rarely saw her, and I was a child. She was an amazing aunt and a competent, powerful politician in a time of immense corruption. She brought a Jedi bodyguard to my grandparents' house, once. But even as family, we only knew so much. We never learnt the other parent of her child."
Sparks sting against his spine. Wrong, he thinks, but he does not know why.
He bows his head in respect for the dead.
Pooja's smile is grim. "The Empire's transition was far from bloodless."
Luke Skywalker is intrigued by Padmé Amidala, and it is for more than her political accolades.
Like she is a ghost, haunting him.
Luke learns of a dead Senator and wants to know the woman behind the mask.
It itches at him, the importance of knowing more about Padmé Amidala.