Between Two Worlds-Luxsoka

It had been two months since Sheev Palpatine, the Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Republic, had gone MIA.

Bail Organa had been the fill-in Chancellor since then. And it was decided if Sheev was never found—or if he was found dead—in the space of around five months, Bail would be the new and permanent elected Chancellor for a term.

Padmé was elated because her baby was due in two weeks. She had everything ready and was planning on heading to Naboo with Ani and Ahsoka within the week.

Since Bail has become in power, he'd worked endlessly to try and end the Clone War. (The capture of Grievous helped proceed things quicker.)

The Separatists were running low on ammunition and troops, and without General Grievous their strategies weren't as effective.

Padmé had talked to Anakin about any insights from the Council and if they took action from Ahsoka—they didn't. Obi-Wan and Plo Koon were the only two that Anakin knew of that actually tried to listen to Ahsoka. The others ignored it, saying she was trying to get revenge on how they treated her as a Padawan.

Which, Padmé thought, was completely outrages. She had tried to do her part and helped where help was due.

Ahsoka was the best asset they could've gotten for that information. And the Jedi actually denied their treasonous acts.

Exhaling, Padmé packed the remaining white onesies and diapers into a luggage case. She was certain she had everything she and the baby needed, and she even packed for Ani, too, as he was terribly unorganized.

Lux decided he wanted to come as well, so Ahsoka was at his assisting him—more like doing it for him—pack.

Men, Padmé decided, were unable to do some specific tasks by themselves. (Packing and remembering important dates are among the long list.)

A surge of pain made itself across Padmé's well-rounded belly, causing her to double over. It's too early, she thought. But almost as soon as it showed up, the pain went away. Braxton hicks maybe?

A tired Padmé relaxed over the couch. She, Ahsoka, and Lux would go to Naboo a week earlier than Anakin, as he'd find a way to sneak out of the Temple, and she just prayed he'd be able to make it in time to see their firstborn being born.

She opened up a book when her comlink bleated. Groaning, she picked up the com and answered "Hello?"

"Padmé, it's me, Ahsoka. I don't have much time to tell you—" her voice was rushed and frantic.

"Oh, Ahsoka! So good to hear from you. Is everything alright?"

"Padmé, it's Anakin. He went to Mustafar and the Temple is in flames. I need you to not let Obi-Wan come, something terrible has happened and he'll only make it worse."

"Is he alright? Why did he go to Mustafar? Why is the Temple on fire? I—"

"Listen to me, Padmé," Ahsoka said sternly. "I need you to get Lux and go to Naboo immediately. Do not tell anyone where you're going and do not involve Obi-Wan. Do I make myself clear?"

"Ahsoka, I don't understand what's going on—"

"Do it now, Padmé!" she yelled. "The sake of you, Lux, and your child are at risk if you don't go now. Please do this for Anakin."

"Will do." Padmé trembled as she picked up her suitcase and wobbled to Lux's flat. She banged the door hard, and when Lux answered, she rushed him out with his and Ahsoka's things. "I will explain on the way," was all she said as the two made their way to Padmé's ship.