Summary: Because there is someone who loves you and is waiting for you on the other side. A chronicle of the deaths of significant Star Wars characters, and the loved ones they are reunited with in the afterlife.

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

A/N: Chapter 2 of my experiment. Enjoy! =)


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The People You Meet In Heaven

By: ibelieveintruelove

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Chapter 2: Cordé

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Cordé Velucia

15 BrS – 13 GrS

Beloved Daughter and Sister, Died in Service of her Queen and Senator

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Aunt.

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Cordé knew she was in heaven the minute she smelled the vanilla and cinnamon aroma that always seemed to surround her Aunt Nitti.

"Cordé!" she cried, slamming down a freshly baked loaf of bread. "What's happened? Why are you here?"

"There was an attack, Nitti," Cordé explained. "An assassination attempt on the Senator's life. As her decoy…I died so that she could live."

Nitti nodded stiffly.

"Good girl," she said. "Your mother will be heartbroken, I'm sure, and your father will be angry for weeks – you know how much he hated that job of yours – but they will both be very proud of you. Now come and sit, I'll make you something to eat."

Cordé smiled and sat down at a table that was already overflowing with cakes, pastries, breads, cookies, and all other types of dessert imaginable. Aunt Nitti had never been very affectionate, but her love was in her baking, and the minute Cordé took a bite of Nitti's bread, she knew she was home.

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Sidekick.

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"Will you hurry up already? It's not like I've been waiting for you for fifteen years or anything!"

Cordé laughed loudly and picked up the ball on the ground next to her. Across the field stood Kisher, childhood friend and playmate, who didn't seem to have changed one bit.

"So what's the game today?" Cordé asked. "Or is a simple game of catch enough to satisfy you?"

"For the time being, I guess," he replied. "But afterwards, can we go swimming? The waterhole is always the perfect temperature, and we haven't played water tag in ages!"

Cordé grinned and threw the ball to Kisher, who just barely caught it. For an eight-year-old boy, he really was a terrible athlete.

"Race you there!" Cordé called, taking off in the direction of the swimming hole.

"Hey, no fair!" Kisher yelled after her.

Cordé laughed as she ran through the fields, and in the back of her mind she wondered what the rest of her childhood would have been like if Kisher hadn't drowned when she was ten. Would they have gone away to school together, become the dream team architects like they'd always wanted? Cordé didn't think so.

Besides, she wouldn't change her decision to become a Handmaiden for anything.

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Lover.

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She was waiting for her in their apartment. The radio was on, some old rock band blaring through the speakers. She could smell the caf brewing on the stove, but not even that was strong enough to cover the smell of burnt food.

"Kriff!"

A loud bang followed the expletive, and Cordé hurried towards the kitchen to find Versé surrounded by dirty dishes, both on the counter and on the floor, trying desperately to pull what looked like overcooked shaak steak out of the oven without burning herself.

"What have you done to our kitchen?" Cordé laughed, hurrying forward to help Versé with the steak.

"I was trying to make your favorites for dinner, but apparently my terrible culinary skills haven't improved much in the afterlife. Or my coordination, for that matter."

"You are such a klutz, you know that?" Cordé teased. Together they brought the smoking dish to the counter, quickly abandoning it as a lost cause.

"Shut up, you love me," Versé smiled. She gasped as Cordé suddenly caught her up in a tight hug.

"I don't know what I would have done if you weren't here," she whispered. "I know that's horribly selfish of me…but I can't imagine being here without you."

Versé slowly pulled back, framing Cordé's face in her hands.

"I would rather have died than have to live a life without you, Cordé," she said. "Maybe…maybe we just weren't meant to live without each other."

Cordé smiled against the tears that rolled down her cheeks. How was it that Versé always knew just what to say? And she never did, especially after hearing a comment as romantic as that.

So, Cordé kissed her instead.

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