While I’m still working on new chapters of “Agent 38” to share with you guys, I had something pop into my mind recently that I just had to write down.
As you can probably tell by my username, I'm a huge Star Wars fan. For a while I've had this idea for "DID Deleted Scenes", which basically imagines deleted/alternate scenes from films that feature heavy bondage.
My first application of this concept is a "deleted" scene from Star Wars: Episode II - Attack Of The Clones. While, yes, it's certainly not the strong installment in the saga, I would argue it features the best DID scene in Star Wars, with the best damsel; Padmé Amidala. The scenes in which Padmé(Natalie Portman) is chained to pillar to await her execution on Geonosis has captured my imagination since I was a kid. But I always wanted something more from that scene.
That's where my story comes in. It's set just before that, between the scenes where Anakin and Padmé are captured, and when we see they shackled in the arena. As it turns out, a lot happened between those two moments.
As always, if you enjoy this and want to read more, don't hesitate to let me know. Feedback is always appreciated.
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- Scene #1:
My name is Padmé Amidala. I’m a member of the Republic senate, representative of the sovereign system of Naboo. Former Queen of the Naboo....
...And now, prisoner of the Confederacy Of Independent Systems.
After becoming the center of a conspiracy which led to several attempts on my life, I had recently gone into hiding with my Jedi bodyguard, Anakin Skywalker. Simultaneously, Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi began an investigation into the plot against me.
While Skywalker and I were on the outer rim world of Tatooine attending to some, um, personal affairs, we received a message from Kenobi. He had made a startling discovery on the nearby desert world of Geonosis and wished to alert us and the rest of the Republic to this new threat. But before Kenobi could finish his message he was attacked by an incredibly powerful Droideka, and was presumed to be in serious danger of being captured or killed by the Separatists.
Given Skywalker and I’s close proximity to Kenobi’s last know location, I made the decision to travel to Geonosis in hopes of saving the Jedi’s life. If he had been captured, my first goal would be to attempt to reason with the Separatists and negotiation Kenobi’s release. And if things went south, I would not be unprepared or afraid to jump into “aggressive negotiations”, as Anakin has called it.
Yes, it was incredibly risky, and maybe even foolhardy, but it was the least I could do. Kenobi isn’t just a Jedi, he’s a friend. A decade ago Kenobi and his mentor came to my aid and protected me when my planet was invaded by the Trade Federation. I owe Obi-Wan my life. So I couldn’t just stand by as his life hung in the balance.
Upon arriving on Geonosis I prepared myself whatever might lie at the bottom of my ship’s boarding ramp. Thankfully I had decided to wear one of the most versatile outfits in my possession. It is a white jump suit that is comprised of a bright white, form-fitting shirt and matching pants. The shirt had a defined collar that encircled my neck and sleeves stretched all the way down my arms into flared cuffs arounds my hands. The pants covered the rest of my body, clinging closely to my skin all the way down into knee high boots. The boots are cream colored and feature heavy shin guards between my ankles to their tops, just below my knees. In addition, around my waist is my utility belt which is the same cream color as my boots. On the belt is a holster where I carry my ELG-3A blaster pistol along with extra energy magazines, some food rations, a comlink, and some other necessities. On my arms, between my shoulders and elbows, are metallic arm bands that signify my senatorial rank. My brown hair is woven into tight loops that form a bun on the back of my head, keep my hair stylish, but also out of the way and practical. All of it is topped of by a textured white cape that wraps around my shoulders and hangs around my knees in the back.
Anakin and I landed on the planet and made our way inside a structure, which we soon realized was a Droid factory for the Separatists. Not long after I became separated from Anakin and ended up on one of the factory’s many production lines. After narrowly being killed several times due to the dangers of the factory, I ended up in a giant cauldron that miraculously avoided being filled with boiling liquid metal and was dropped onto a service platform. When the cauldron tipped over I tumbled out, dazed by the entire experience.
When I finally shook off my motion sickness and managed to get back on my feet, I quickly noticed I wasn’t alone. All around me, both on the ground and hovering in the air above, were a collection native Geonosians, all with sonic cannons trained on me. The Geonosians looked like the tiny florta bugs seen on Naboo, with their brown color and segmented bodies, only they were bigger, much bigger. The dark, winged creatures, which were as tall as I am, crept closer to me on all sides.
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Not about to be intimidated by these monsters, I stood my ground, but made no sudden movements. My mind quickly flashed to Anakin. Perhaps he was nearby and could help me take care of this pest problem. I got my answer soon enough as a booming voice echoed through the factory from another area;
“Don’t move, Jedi! Take ‘em away!”
Blast! Anakin had been captured too. We were both now well in over our heads, but I wasn’t about to give up hope. I yelled at the beasts, mustering all the fake audacity I could;
“Put your weapons away! Do you have any idea who I am? I am a member of the Republic senate on a diplomatic mission! I demand to speak to your superior officer, immediately!”
The Geonosians looked at each other with confusion. I had no idea if they understood me, or if they wanted to. I certainly couldn’t understand the linguistic clicking and sputtered they used to communicate with each other. Nevertheless, I was now their prisoner, no matter how much I protested.
And we all know what prisoners get; chains.
The shackles one Geonosian brought forward weren’t just to bind my hands, as I expected. I hadn’t had much experience with being physically restrained prior to this, and these shackles were unlike anything I’d seen before.
The binders were composed of heavy metal alloy cuffs that were attached together with a riveted hasp. The middle section of the binders featured a fair sized metal ring, obviously with the purpose of being able to attach to immovable objects to keep a prisoner in place. The ring was then attached to a small chain that was affixed to a metallic hoop at the other end. The hoop, I suddenly realized, was a shock collar. Surely I couldn’t allow them to place that on me, but I also couldn’t dare try and fight off dozens of Geonosians without dying. More of the bugs had now arrived to surround me, many of which had now moved swiftly towards me.
Before I could even think about reacting, the bugs had swarmed me. I felt several large hands on body, grabbing at my wrists and arms in order to gain control of me. I continued to verbally protest;
“Get your hands off of me! How dare you! I am a senator! You will regret this!”
I felt one Geonosian pluck my blaster from my holster, and a few others picked through the pouches on belt. My midsection and legs were patted and searched thoroughly. Another bug ripped my cape from body, exposing my full white jumpsuit underneath. Once they seemed satisfied, I heard the clanking of chains. I knew what was coming next and tried to resist, wiggling and squirming trying to free myself from the grip of the disgusting bugs. Their hold on me grew tighter and I was then wrestled to me knees and my arms were pulled behind my back. My wrists were pulled back and upward, pushing my hands into my upper back and bending my elbows as far up as they could.
The binders were snapped tightly around my wrists, pinning my arms behind my back in an awkward scissored position. The collar was then brought up behind my head and clasped around my neck. The chain connecting my neck to my bound wrists was now pulled tight. My hands ached from the pressure of metal digging into my skin, and the collar was so tight that it was a constant struggle to keep from choking myself. “I suppose that’s the point,” I morosely thought to myself.
One of the Geonosians held small device in his hand, which he held in front of my face, as if to garner my attention. His hand hovered over one of the buttons on the device. Before I could scream out, “Please, stop! I know what this thing does!”, he pressed it. The shock collar sizzled and buzzed to life, sending waves of electricity through my entire body and I cried out in agony. The shock only last for a brief moment, but the bug had made his point. So when another Geonosian arrived with even more shackles I knew not to even try and resist, or even say a word.
These new chains were similar to the binders that were now around my wrists, except they were bigger cuffs, and a longer, medium sized change ran between the cuffs. They were quickly snapped onto my ankles, over my cream colored boots. Two other Geonosians helped me to my feet, but with my legs now chained anything more than a slow walk would be impossible.
With their sonic blasters still pointed in my direction, I was grabbed on either side by a bug and led down a dark path deeper into the factory. They were probably leading me to the dungeon, if I was lucky...
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