The droid introduced himself in such a manner that Padme questioned if the night before had actually happened. Was she really in Vader's establishments? This droid couldn't belong to anyone as fowl and rude as Vader. See-Threepio was too polite, too kind to have a Master anything like Vader.
Noticing that he was waiting for her to respond. Padme quickly stood. "I'm Senator Amidala." She introduced softly.
"A pleasure, Senator Amidala," 3PO bowed slightly. "During your time here, I am at your command. I have been instructed by my Master to assist you to the best of my abilities–"
"Lord Vader told you that?" Padme said in shock, taken back that Vader would assign a droid for her personal use. 3PO nodded, "Yes, Milady."
"How kind of him." Padme breathed rudely before thinking about what the droid had said. Her personal use? Ideas of contacting the Rebellion and making an escape raced through her mind. Perhaps she wouldn't have to remain with Lord Vader for the rest of her life. She looked kindly upon 3PO, hope beaming in her eyes. "So I can ask you to do anything?" She asked hopefully.
The droid hesitated, almost backing away from the senator. "Anything within reason, Milady." He said respectfully. "My Master wishes to forget your presence resides within these walls. I will do everything in my power to make sure I please him."
With his response, Padme's hopes died and everything began to make sense. Vader did not assign the droid to her due to any kindness. It was for his personal benefit, so Vader himself did not have to deal with her. Even with C-3PO there for her personal use, he could not do everything that she asked, but he would do whatever necessary to keep his Master happy… If Vader actually could be happy.
"So is there anything you desire?" 3PO continued happily.
Padme fought the feelings she had about the droid playing with her. It just didn't seem right. Anything that belonged to Darth Vader could not be so kind and well-mannered. The droids that belonged to Vader should only know how to inflict pain and torture, not pleasure and comfort. It just didn't seem right that one of Vader'sdroids would go out of his way to welcome her and make her feel comfortable in her new space. He shouldn't care about her anyways. His Master was just waiting to kill her and during that time nothing should be comforting. This was suppose to be her prison. A place she should fear, not feel comfortable or welcomed. Still, Padme couldn't deny how good it would feel to get new clothes and a shower.
"Is there a fresher I could use?" Padme asked sheepishly, "And I could use a change of clothes."
"Oh dear me!" 3PO yelled loudly, shuffling away from her. "Of course! Of course! Give me a moment, Mistress Amidala!"
Padme watched as the golden droid hurried out of the room, sliding the door shut behind him; leaving Padme alone with her thoughts. It didn't matter though, no matter how hard she tried to understand, nothing explained what was happening around her.
A moment later he returned, motioning to Padme to follow him. "Please come with me, Mistress Amidala. My Master approved of me taking you to your room." "My room?" Padme asked in disbelief. She looked around to the room around her before turning back to 3PO. "This isn't my room?"
"Heaven's no!" 3PO exclaimed before looking at the room himself. "Did you expect your things to fit in such a small room?"
Again, Padme was chocked. "My things?" She asked again in disbelief.
"Yes, Mistress Amidala!" the droid exclaimed happily, "Your things were brought here last night. I prepared the room myself."
This was all too much.
"Please, follow me." He instructed as he shuffled out of the room.
"Wait!" Padme yelled, suddenly fearing what she would see outside the door. "You had to ask Lord Vader's permission to move me?"
"Yes." "So he is out there?"
3PO shook his head as he moved back into the room. "Oh no, Mistress Amidala. My Master left last night. I contacted him on my personal com."
Padme rose an eyebrow at the droid's statement. "You have a personal com?" She asked surprised.
"Why yes!" 3PO responded happily, "Given to me by my Master himself."
Now this was getting too weird. This droid seemed to be the farthest thing from Vader, but at the same time very close to him. Close enough to have a personal com to contact his Master. That was something Padme had never heard of. No one gave droids coms to contact them. It just wasn't done.
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