Allison

RP Transcript: Allison's introduction
Rated: PG 13 for some swearing
Characters: Anakin Sywalker, Halley, a few NPCs (Non-Player Characters), and a baby girl
Edits: Typos and spelling only. Yes folks, we really do RP like this.
Timeline: Directly after returning from an unnamed Sith planet, after retrieving their Army, Halley and Anakin are bracing for the next few months without seeing one another... and Anakin arrives at his office to find that there are some diplomats waiting for him with a terrifying gift...
First post in transcript is Kitty.





The Seneschal stands there as patiently as possible, noting the disarray of Anakin's gear, the "don't fuck with me" expression, and barely stands his ground. "They've been here two days, my lord, and they're saying it's.... urgent."

"Can't let them wait another five minutes then." He straightens his tunic a bit, having wished he'd brought along the other set from back in the "Gale" before leaving the troopers to fly it back.

"I....I can stall them a little longer. Send for me when you are ready."

"Stalling isn't needed. Let them in."

He nods, and back out. A few minutes later he lets the delegation in, a string of people clad in very fancy clothing, all of them attractive. The man in the lead bows, making a little face at the Emperor's disreputable gear. "My lord, thank you for seeing us."

"Sorry for the delay." He catches the look. Hey, at least he showered.

"I am Hyacinth Yisrule, diplomat from Shirell. While we are within your dynasty, there has not been much communication between our people. We wished to find an appropriate gift to introduce ourselves...and recently due to a... coup, we acquired something that for all we can tell, belongs to you."

"I'm sorry, I don't... understand. What coup? What belongs to me?" He looks between the members of the group, confusedness written across his face.

Hyacinth nods to the woman at the back, who steps forward, a bundle in her arms. The man sighs softly. "We received word that a child was being created to use as leverage over you, my lord. The baby was created of the combination of your genes, and that of a second partner we could not identify." The woman pulls the blankets aside some to show a sleeping baby girl.

Anakin visibly stops breathing a heartbeat, heart caught in his throat. Padme's gonna... kill... him... in the most horrific way she can think of.

"She appears to have been created through a process similar to cloning."

He snorts under his breath. Thinking - yes, that's normally how human babies are made, it's a process of cloning that gets a little messy.

"We have the profile of the female donor, but there is no designation of a name, just a genetic code and a picture. She's in no records we could find... we do not know if she carried the child to term or if there was a clone tank involved."

"She's not in the system, and there'd have to be a tank involved. The... female donor..." He mentally winces, praying Halley didn't hear that on their bond. "Doesn't... have the reproductive organs." Not bad for an uneducated, illiterate Jedi boy.

"......oh." He looks a little.... confused, and glances at the woman, who holds the child out. "We didn't presume to name her."

Anakin nods, reaching to take the girl with hands that are starting to tremble a bit. "I can get you the information needed about the woman."

"Sir... we don't... the child was a pawn of our rivals, and they are no more. She's yours to do with as you see fit... and given your lady wife did not contribute to this... child, we would like to stay out of this affair in the future." The little girl's eyes open, the same bright, cobalt blue that Halley's were so long ago.

"Oh." He colors a bit, sheer exhaustion showing through then. "Then I'm in your debt."

"Think only of our world's name fondly, when next your trade options are discussed, we desire no payment for this, it is simply letting a man have his child. I would do the same for any pauper..... provided it was in the child's best interests." He nods his head, beaded braids clinking like soft bells.

"Of course." He looks down to the baby girl, not quite sure what to make of this...

The delegation takes their leave, and somewhere on a troop transport hovering over Naboo, Halley is asleep, waiting for the ship to carry her away. Oh, the conundrum....

Anakin sighs, cradling the girl like he has his... other children. Nearly panicking at this point. THAT gets over the bond pretty easily.

Halley sits up, gasping, the panic not from within her dreams, but outside of them. She shakes her head, concentrating, not sure how far a distance this can work across. ~A...Anakin?~

~I'm fucked, I'm totally fucked...~ Every other thought making it over the bond, all revolving around the small bundle in his arms. ~Padme's gonna kill me.~

~What happened? What's wrong? Why... why would she kill you?~

~Halley, ugh...~ Pause. ~We have a daughter.~

~.....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!??????????!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!~

~I'm... fucked. In about eight billion different ways.~

~You can't.... cant mean to imply what I think....~

~She's in my arms right now.~

~Oh my god. What...do we.... All right, breath, love... theres got to be a way to hide this from Padme. It's going to be all okay. How can she be ours, I've never had a child...~

~Some faction got... what they needed to like... make a baby without anything... involved.~

~.....not that Padme would believe that. Are you sure it's true? It might just be a hoax.~

~She's got your eyes, and that blue isn't easy to duplicate by sheer coincidence.~

~Maybe she isn't yours?~

~Oi, just... fucked. Dead... ugh. Padme's gonna... totally... I'm dead.~

~Wait there. I'll be down in a few minutes. Just.... breathe, love.~ She dives into gear, racing for the bay, and ordering one of the 501st to fly her down.

He stares down at the girl, outwardly calm. Facade and a half.

She stares back, yawning, lips parting in a little babyish smile... such a new little life, already gone through so much.

"You are gonna cause me SO MUCH TROUBLE, little one."

She giggles.

Anakin sighs, tucking the blankets around her a bit better.

There's the sound of a ship overhead, parking in the courtyard, Halley climbing out and running across the cobbles, knowing where he is and racing to him. Heart dreading turning a corner and seeing Padme.

Anakin hasn't moved, actually too scared to move for fear of the baby being found out this early by Padme. That'd be... painful.

Halley stumbles into the room, grace forgotten, and crams her knuckles into her mouth when she sees him standing there. It can't be. It just can't.

"..." Anakin looks up at her.

~It's a.... itsa....iss....~ She's trying hard not to panic for his sake. The realization that there is only one way to keep the baby safe. The dreams of running, always running, she's had since she met him, the little girl at her side... "We...I can take her offworld. I can hide her." The words HURT to say, the undercurrent of thought simply repeating over and over... ~I'd never see you again...~

He... his lower lip actually trembles briefly before he turns expressionless, but the pain is obvious. "Padme can't find out..."

"No. She can't." Halley chokes, staring, it's not the little girl's fault, but simply in existing she is cutting her would-be mother off from the only thing she truely cares about. Halley looks up, for the first time in a long time her eyes are completely blue. Turning from the dark side like it scalded her. "What's.... her name?"

"I don't know... she... it's not her fault... but... I..." Not making much sense, is he?

"You named me." Softly, tears pouring freely down her face, a semblance of calm, though her lower lip is trembling. "Name her."

"I can't."

"Please." She moves closer, looking at the girl, and choking off another sob. "I can take her away, where she will be safe. I can hide her from everyone. There aren't many who will come for you now, the threat of me is still there. I can really hide....from everyone. But please, if I have to give up this half-lived life at your side, save me the pain of naming our child." She sucks in air, laughing through the tears. "She looks so much like you..."

"I can't name her, I'll do that and get attached and I can't." He wants to get that warm little bundle out of his arms before he DOES wind up breaking down. "I can't, just take her and forget me."

She reaches out, taking the child, looking down at her and sucking in her breath, backing away. Eyes locking on his face, gold returning. "I couldn't ever forget you. Not for all the wanting in the world. Not if remembering kills me. But I'll hide away. Out of sight. You can forget us." She turns to walk out the door, sucking in one last breath with her heart breaking to pieces over the bond.... ~Your daughter's name is Allison.~ She steps out the door, and closes off their bond from her end; vanishing.

He sinks to the floor, knees drawn up to his chest and watching the door... waiting for her to come back through. Wishing she would but knowing that was it. Had to be. He had to forget and move on and deal with it. That's always how it had been, that part of life would never change, that knowledge not easing that ache in his chest.

Her steps are silent. The hollow sound of the building, her own blood beating in her ears, her face wet. She didn't get to kiss goodbye this time. This is like dying. It hurts worse then dying, because she's going to live every day like this. She has to. Wishing he would come tearing out that door, chasing after. Knowing he wont. Knowing she will probably never sleep well again.

"Fuck it!" He gets up and tears after her.

She's almost to the courtyard by the time he comes after, walking towards the waiting ship like she's walking in a funeral. Can't sense him, because shes closed off already.

The lack of that bond, in more ways than one, is driving him insane already. "Halley!" Ever seen an avalanche? He's about that graceful running.

She turns, startled, brows drawn together. "....Anakin....?"

"Don't."

"Don't?"

"Don't go."

"I can't stay. I...." Her face falls, unable to meet his eyes. "...it doen't work that way."

"I don't care!"

"What would you?" Her face is wet, but her mouth is stern, trying to be practical. "If I stay, she will find out. There's no way to hide my presence under her nose, she's a force adept. The girl deserves a life where she can be loved, and you deserve to not have your balls cut off for having a heart big enough to hold more then one other person. You aren't going to march over there and tell Padme she has to live with it, so what would you do?"

He screws his face up, "In my books, getting balls cut off is less painful than Padme gloating over driving you away."

"She would never know she did." She rocks the baby, looking down, her emotions still totally blank. Without their bond it's painfully obvious, she can shield like a MOTHERFUCKER since the bump to the noggin on the Sith world.

"She would. She reads me like a book." He fidgets.

"So what?" She sighs softly. "What now? If I stay she'll read it on you anyway. There's no way in this universe that it can work out for us."

"..." He fidgets again, looking like a lost little kid, that same sickening feeling settling into his gut. Once she leaves, he can't look back. "I can't do this again."

"Again?"

"They always walk away and wind up dead..." Another twitch.

"I'm quite sure my curse is to live after I lose you, Anakin." She finally looks at him again.

He bites his lip, exhaustion taking the toll of ripping down whatever barriers there are between him and the Sith in his head.

She watches him; seeing the changes and dreading knowing that any hope she has of him actually facing down Padme and demanding the life he wants are gone once Vader steps up.... Vader simply wouldn't care enough. Steeling herself against whatever outburst is forthcoming.

It's just one terrifying outburst that has enough Force power drawn up into it to flatten the grass out and blow the nearby trees clean of leaves. It's like one of Halley's little exploding things with enough power stored in it to do far worse than Halley could ever conjure up.

She dropps to one knee at the onset of it, she cant match the strength of that blast but she does what she can to deflect it, easier knowing how fragile the child is. The ship behind her, of course, simply gets tossed like a child's toy.

He clams right up, turns on his heel and heads back inside.

"That....just wreaked my ride..." She glances behind her, brows drawn together, staring at the totaled ship and the soldier crawling out of it. With nothing else she can do, she follows Anakin.

He stops in the courtyard, sitting down with his back to a pillar.

"An...." She closes her eyes, and there's the odd sensation like going higher in altitude and something you can't normally feel popping. ~Oh, Anakin.....~

He doesn't budge.

She kneels, still holding the baby in one arm, the other lifting to his face. ~If you don't want me to leave, I won't, love. I'll never go.~

Anakin looks up, eyes blanched ice blue.

Her hand withdraws, eyes locking with his. She really isn't sure which of them she's dealing with.

"Sorry about the ship." It's... both of them at the same time. That awkward yet blissful balance.

"It's not really mine." Her lip quirks up. "Broke your own toy. It was just... my way off planet. I guess I'm not leaving just yet."

"It wouldn't be the first time." He closes his eyes, expecting her to walk away now.

She looks at him. Really looks. The faults, the talents, the fragile self esteem. Two people, one soul, and she doesn't care, she loves all of him. She moves forward, tilting her head to kiss his mouth, soft, warm, insistent. Not caring if it's Anakin, or Vader, or both. She's not going to leave.

"..."

"Things.... are going to get worse before they get better."

"They always do."

~But it will get better.~

He sighs, leaning against her, careful of the baby.

".....I'm going to have a chat with Padme. It's time we acted like adults." She nuzzles the side of his head.

"And tell her what? 'Yes, we've slept together. We fucked right off the bed'?"

She starts laughing, the past half hour has been so stressful it's nice to have the relief. "That wasn't how I was going to put it...."

"How were you?" The sheer proximity is enough to calm him, though there isn't a change in him again; Vader just isn't letting go yet.

"Well, just that between she and I, we have two courses of action. One, we can tear you in pieces between us, or two... we can work together to make you whole."

"... And still fuck right off the bed." Brow quirked.

"If I'm persuasive enough, maybe she can keep us from falling next time." She smirks.

"..." He smirks up at her.

"I love you." She didn't even mean to say it, it's just there. It's always there. "Besides, she deserves a family." She glances down at Allison, who seems quite interested in the two people hovering over her.

"Almost a true family, right?"

"Almost like a real family." She smiles, softly. "What do you say... Allison Skywalker? It could work...."

"Padme'd..."

"Flip, she's already gonna. I might have to stab her a little. Nothing fatal." She quirks a lip, clearly kidding.

"Maybe a tranq dart?"

"Good plan, drug her, then tell her. Besides, it's not like I'm taking your name." She shrugs.

"No, but for Allison's sake..."

"Okay, okay, she can be like me. One name. It's more dramatic that way, anyhow."

He rolls his eyes. "If life were that simple for me, I'd be giddy."

"We do our best." She smirks, leaning her forehead against his again. Calm before the storm, but she wouldn't want to be anywhere else. ......he didn't let her go. And that knowledge is enough to literally silence every doubt in her heart.

"That we do, my pet."