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[royalhandmaidens]

The Naboo Archives: Handmaidens

a series of posts that explores the queens, handmaidens, and more

The Royal Handmaidens who served Queen Amidala; what became of them?

It is customary that, at the end of the Queen's term, her handmaidens are released from her service. Most queens, unlike Amidala, did not continue to another posting where handmaidens and decoys were required. Even then, Amidala did not take any of her original handmaidens to Coruscant with her when she assumed the position of Senator of Naboo within the Galactic Republic.

So what became of her original handmaidens? Let's find out.

Saché

(born: Sashah Adova)

While Padmé was on Tatooine during the invasion of Naboo by the Separatists, Saché stayed behind and worked with the Resistance to transport messages until she was caught by droids and tortured for information on the Queen's mission and whereabouts. She remained completely loyal throughout the heinous ordeal, and refused to give up any information.

Because of this loyalty, the resistance fighters on Naboo, as well as the Queen's life, were spared

Saché, after Padmé's terms were up, decided to run for a seat in the planetary Legislative Assembly, and won by unanimous vote because her loyalty to her people and planet was well renowned

Saché went on to become an influential member of both Réillata's and Jamillia's governments

Yané

(born; Suyan Higin)

Yané worked as a weaver and volunteered with orphans before she was recruited as a handmaiden, and went back to her passion for children afterwards

Yané opened up an orphanage with Saché's help, and helped raise hundreds of children, as well as displaced refugees

Saché and Yané eventually became a couple after their service to Padmé was up, and Saché often helped Yané around the orphanage

Eirtaé

(born; Eirtama Ballory)

Eirtaé, ever the lover of science and art, went on to study her passions in Otoh Gunga

Eirtaé also worked the rest of her life helping to mend the relations between the humans and gungans on Naboo

She was particularly fascinated by Gungan art and culture, and eventually moved to become a permanent resident in one of their underwater cities and studied how their technology affected their art

Rabé

(born; Rabene Tonsort)

Rabé, a former criminal who was forging priceless paintings and selling them to unsuspecting off-worlders before she was caught, imprisoned, and subsequently recruited by Panaka, went on to study music at a prestigious academy in Theed

Rabé was also in charge of the Queen's makeup due to her artisic skill

She often spoke of music and art, so her fellow handmaidens were not surprised when she chose to follow this path

Because of her deal with Panaka, her criminal history was wiped clean and she established a career for herself under her new name

Sabé

(born; Tsabin)

Sabé was overcome with grief and confusion after Padmé's death

Unable to accept the Empire's account of what happened, she and Captain Tonra took on false identities and began to investigate

She broke into Padmé's old apartment and stole the security recordings just days after her death, believing the recordings would hold clues

She had to hide the recordings in a safe spot on Naboo when the Empire was hot on her tail, and joined the rebellion shortly after

There is currently an unfinished canon comic running that involves Sabé coming face to face with Vader sometime during the rebellion, where he mistakes her for Padmé and refuses to kill her upon discovering her true identity. This series is, however, still in progress!

bonus content; not one of the handmaidens ever changed their names back, even though they had every right to do so. this was done in honour of Padmé's legacy and their deep love for her and the sisterhood they shared

links: queen apailana ✧ queen jamillia

[justcatposts]

now this is the type of news i wanna read about

[salty-flutist]

Well, this is depressing.

Inky wedged herself behind the filter and suffocated to death.

I guess the universe is telling me not to have fish anymore?

[salty-flutist]

I have very sad news.

My beautiful betta Apollo died of organ failure this morning. We have no idea what happened as he was completely fine last night and happily bubble nesting. I will update you guys as we find out more information.

May he swim in peace with lots of bloodworms :(

[afeelgoodblog]

She is a good friend

[thebibliosphere]

“Why aren’t you reblogging my post even though I keep tagging you in it”

Idk fam maybe it’s all the uncensored faces of protestors you’re broadcasting to the internet while asking people to “name those heroes” like a damn fucking walnut. Like are y’all trying to do the police’s jobs for them or what?

Stop posting uncensored pictures of people’s faces, and for the love of everything you claim to love, stop naming them. This is how people disappear and get killed.

[theothersarshi]

I don’t precisely understand the subtleties of what’s going on in the US, but it’s starting to sound more and more like a civil war.

[theothersarshi]

And what I mean by the above is that “stop naming them. This is how people disappear and get killed. ” is a line that belongs in a gangster movie, not in a functioning country.

[catgirlcaliphate]

We absolutely do not live in a functioning country. We live in a country that is spiraling into totalitarianism.

And I do not say that lightly.

[salty-flutist]

trying to temporarily change my facebook profile pic to a black square and no matter what image I try to use it tells me it’s too small and I need to pick something else... hmm...

[apologieslogan]

hey maybe uhhh don't post pictures and videos of protestors faces in them???? a lot of the ferguson protestors are dead now and i'm pretty sure we all know why. think before you reblog

[norrington-hell]

Yesterday, I, and one of my dear friends, participated in ‘The Defiant Walk of Resistance Against Injustice’ in Seattle, Washington.

When we arrived at 3pm, there was already a heavy police presence surrounding the intersection next to the Westlake Center where the march was supposed to start. I assumed they were there to close off streets and stop traffic, like they had during previous marches I’d attended in the city. But this time, even early on, I could tell things were different.

The Seattle PD was in full riot gear, every one of them standing in the line was holding a baton across their chest. They had barricaded the street by forming a wall and not letting anyone past, which meant that anyone approaching from the north could not join with anyone approaching from the south. From the very beginning they were separating us from each other.

Protesters filled the streets in all four directions, we could hear chanting and drumming. Our branch to the north was the quietest of the groups, but was still hundreds strong. Nearly every protester I encountered was wearing a mask, and those that were not were quickly offered ones by helpers who had come prepared.

I want to be very clear on this point: I was at the front of our portion of the protest, not ten feet from the police line, and there was no violence on the part of the protesters. We shouted and clapped and waved our signs and took hundreds and hundreds of videos and photographs. Nobody attacked the police on our side.

But that didn’t stop things from turning ugly fast.

The police began switching out, putting on gas masks and then rejoining the line. Then, they started to push forward. Without warning, the police used their batons to shove back the front lines, spraying mace and foam at anyone who didn’t move fast enough for them. Shove and spray. Shove and spray. Flash-bangs started going off, echoing down the streets. Protesters were scared and confused, with no idea why we weren’t permitted to march or why we were being herded back down the street.

The police line stopped advancing after about a block. Back at the original intersection, we could see the same thing was happening to the other branches of the protest. Helpers ran in with canteens of milk and spray bottles of baking soda and water to wash the eyes of those maced. They were handing out gloves and holding each other up. I have never seen so many strangers banding together.

About five minutes later, the police started advancing again. Now, with so many people, it was not possible to get out of their way with any speed. And many of us had taken to sitting in order to show that we were peaceful and had no intent to fight back. The cops marched forward regardless, forcing the line of protestors in front back over the seated ones and creating a pileup.

This is when I was maced. A woman fell back over my seated form and pinned me to the ground. I could not stand up. My friend had a death grip on my hand, trying to pry me free. But I could not move. The cop behind me sprayed pepper spray over the top of my head and down the back of my neck and into my jacket. Some got in my eyes. I was trapped and scared and I could not move out of the way.

Then a woman came forward and grabbed hold of my hands. I’ll never forget the look in her eyes. She was terrified, but she still came forward to pry me and my friend out of the pile. She risked getting maced too to save us.

This pattern continued on. The cops would advance, shove, spray, then stop. We’d regroup, help each other, share water and energy bars and masks and tend wounds. Flash-bangs were detonated right in front of us. Smoke was visible further down the street. Tear gas, I later learned. That, and on the south end, someone was starting fires.

After what felt like an eon of confusion and police provoking a crowd that was determined to stay peaceful, our branch peeled away and turned Northeast, finally beginning a march. We eventually met up with the fleeing south branch and headed toward the I5. A huge portion of the protesters blocked Southbound, and our group climbed up the median embankment to spread across Northbound.

Cars were stopped, half of their drivers leaning out to chant with us or honking to cheer us on. As we started working our way south, people lining the overpass joined in with encouraging support. Eventually, we took the nearest exit and headed back in the direction of downtown. The rain that had been present all afternoon was starting to come down harder, washing the chemicals in our hair down into our eyes. But the helpers were there. Brave people who came prepared.

This was when the emergency message was sent out. A five pm curfew had been put into place. That didn’t give us enough time to actually leave. Much of downtown had been blocked off. My friend and I, like many others, were kept from our vehicles. We could not leave the city. We were trapped.

I was very fortunate. A friend of a friend generously came to our rescue, taking us back to her home further away from the pandemonium. She washed our clothes and gave us milk soaked towels to ease the sting of our chemical burns and fed us grilled cheese. In the morning, when the blockade was lifted, she took us back to our car. It was not damaged. We got home safe.

I’ve watched the same feeds as everyone else. I’ve seen footage of protesters being maced and struck and fired upon with rubber bullets. I know this sort of thing does happen. But my previous experience in Seattle, one of the most liberal major cities in the United States, had not prepared me for the violence exhibited by the police yesterday. We were peaceful protesters exercising our First Amendment Right to peaceably assemble. We were given no warning and, in many cases, no chance to comply. The Seattle PD were the instigators. And their abuse of power was cowardly and wrong.

This experience has changed me. What I witnessed has shaken me to the core. I cannot, and will not, remain silent. From now on, when I hear a protest began peacefully, I will believe it. I will join with those who speak out against police brutality. I will pay less attention to rioting than the circumstances that drove people to it. And I will continue to fight for the rights of the oppressed.

Black Lives Matter Black Lives Matter Black Lives Matter

[salty-flutist]

this is horrifying

[radicalgraff]

Graffiti seen in Minneapolis during the riotous protests following the police murder of George Floyd

[salty-flutist]

well shit

looks like we’re about 30 seconds away from the second American revolution

[birthofvcnus]

PLEASE SHARE. A WOMAN WAS ABDUCTED AT A PROTEST. LICENSE PLATE EEV-701. IT IS A FORD ESCAPE 2003.

[yilanoff]

𝑨𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐

[salty-flutist]

holy shit

[one-time-i-dreamt]

A YouTuber Placed Her Autistic Adopted Son From China With A New Family — After Making Content With Him For Years

Myka Stauffer built her YouTube following partly by sharing every step of her journey to adopt a toddler from China. This week, she revealed

A person like this... should not have a platform, nor sponsors or followers.

I am enraged and feeling deeply hurt for Huxley. I want to know where he is right now, who with and how he's doing.

The shock and stress of this whole situation for him, that poor baby boy. He didn't deserve this.

[salty-flutist]

I’m so disgusted

[just-shower-thoughts]

It’s odd that companies cannot audit their own financial statements but law enforcement agencies can investigate their own alleged wrongdoings.

[salty-flutist]

this blog literally just steals posts from the r/Showerthoughts subreddit without giving credit and it bothers me so much

[zizicat]

[laterovaries-deactivated2017022]

This will always be my favorite gifset. Ever.

[onceuponamirror]

im morally obligated to reblog this every time i see it

[salty-flutist]

when your fish acts like he’s dying and you freak out and do a bunch of water changes but it turns out he was just massively constipated and he shits a nugget the size of his entire head 💀 🤦🏼‍♀️

[salty-fishist]

I’m so sorry for your pineapple, I hope you get it back

@salty-flutist

GIVE

IT

BACK

[salty-flutist]

Do you want fin rot? Do you want me to have to take your moss ball away and dose you with icky medicine? Do you want your beautiful yellow fins to dissolve like paper? No, I don’t think so.

and also it’s ugly