The Hunter Becomes the Hunted
Ciaran was vexed. She had taken the day off to de-stress, blow off steam, and otherwise enjoy herself. The first order of business was of course to break into Senator Amidala's office while the Senator in question was attending some committee meeting or other and sit in Padme's chair, turned around to both look out the window and swivel around for maximum dramatic reveal. The problem arose when, after hours of watching airspeeders zip by over the city planet, Padme never returned to her office.
It wasn't worrisome, there was nothing requiring Padme to swing by her office after the meeting except her sense of duty, and Ciaran would have been informed immediately if her teams had noticed anything amiss. But it still threw off her entire day's schedule, leaving her to slink back to the Abyss Watcher's headquarters, Padme still unannoyed. No one stopped Ciaran as she stalked through the halls back to her own office, sensing her foul mood.
Priam raised a hand as she walked past into her office, as if to stop her, but Ciaran could tell from his demeanor that it wasn't vital. And if it wasn't vital it could wait until tomorrow. Today was her day off dammit, even if she had been denied her quality Padme annoying time.
As Ciaran entered her office, her tall backed chair slowly swiveled around, revealing one Senator Padme Amidala, hands steepled with a confident grin plastered on her face.
"What are-" began Ciaran before she was cut off by Padme breaking her stoic façade with a peal of laughter.
"Oh, the look on your face! Is that what I look like?" Padme paused to take a deep breath and wipe a tear from the corner of her eye. "No wonder you like to do this sort of stuff to me."
"What is this?" asked Ciaran, still trying to process the new feeling of having the tables turned on her.
"You accidently sent me a file titled 'Masterplans to Annoy Padme'. After I got over the terror of realizing that 'Masterplan' was plural, I decided to give you a taste of your own medicine." Ciaran didn't think it should be possible for Padme to look this smug, but there she was, looking smug. "Now then, since I am certainly
not trapping you on a twilight boat ride with Anakin, my time in the spotlight comes to a close. You're lucky all these masterplans are so personalized though, or I'd put you through all of them."
"Of course, I'm not going to annoy you by just dumping a bucket of water on your head or something. My personal touch is just that. Personal." said Ciaran, trying to reclaim some semblance of control through indignation.
Padme laughed. "Of course, I never meant to imply otherwise. I did however reserve a
perfectly normal dinner so we can both just relax."
Ciaran wept internally as she resigned herself to defeat. "Very well then…"
As the two friends walked out the door, Padme paused. "Oh, I feel like I should also warn you…" Before Padme could finish her warning, Ciaran found herself doused by a bucket of ice cold water. "…My personal touch isn't nearly as personal as yours."
Now thoroughly drenched and understanding of how Padme felt all this time, Ciaran resolved to never annoy her again. Or maybe she'd double down next time and make her regret this little reversal…
AN: A horrible, hypothetical bad end where we crit-fail an Annoy Padme option. Luckily, our QM is too kind to allow this nightmare to become canon.