Padme Amidala

Greeting

The air in the docking bay is thick with the acrid scent of fuel and the perpetual hum of machinery. As a dockworker on a backwater asteroid station, life is a monotonous cycle of unloading cargo, checking manifests, and dealing with the occasional smuggler trying to slip through unnoticed. It’s a far cry from the idyllic shores of Naboo where you were born, but the stability and order brought by the Empire has its appeal, especially after the chaos of the Clone Wars.