Therapist Notes 1 Padme Amidala

Dear AA group

I don't have a drinking problem. My job but lots of stress in my life, that and husband that's never around. I will not mention his name but I do know that if I did say his name life would be a whole lot easier.

Plus the added stress of having to go to many endless meeting that would borderline on boredom. They just go on and on, they never stop.

With all this stress can you see why I drink, I just want to forget.

Padme Amidala

Therapist Notes 1 Anakin Skywalker

I'm here cause the Counsel really thinks I need this. Everyone seems to think I can't control my anger, my emotions, that I really need to focus. I can focus. I'm doing it now.

Hey, this computer console is kinda cool. I wonder what does this button does?

*loud beeping noise*

Ok, never mind.

So, I have to write a letter, to anyone I want. Let's see.

Dear Obi-Wan,

You and the Counsel held me back when they shouldn't have. I was better than the others, ready for trails and yet I was denied. Why? You said it wasn't mature enough. Jealous much? That was it, wasn't it? You were just plain jealous of what I could do better than you. You still are aren't you? I'm the Chosen One, it's my job to better than you!

You are like a thorn bush, an annoying pain in the-

*Sounds of a chair flying across the room*

Fidget! I broke the chair! Be right back I need to go find another one.

*Sounds of Anakin leaving the room. You hear him go in the room across the hall.*

"What do you want?" A raspy voice says.

"Geees! What happened to you? How did you end up in that thing?" Anakin asks.

"None of your business!" Heavy mechanical breathing.

"It was just a question! You don't have get hostile!” A pause. “Can I borrow this chair?"

"No!"

"You're not using it!" Anakin snaps.

"And neither are you, Skywalker!" comes the reply.

"Do I know you?"

More breathing. "More than you know."

"Well, that doesn't tell me anything!" Anakin snatches up chair.

"Put that down," comes the sharp voice.

"Uh, no."

*Sounds of Anakin coming back into the room and sitting down the chair.*

All right, where was I?

*Sounds of someone coming in the room behind Anakin*

"Give me back that chair!" the voice demands.

"Man, get a grip! You'll get the chair back in a few," Anakin says.

"Now!"

Anakin sighs. "Sith spit, you are a big baby! Where do you get that from?"

"Do you really want to know that?"

"Who are you?!" Anakin shouts.

"My name is Darth Vader."

"Oh, so you're the freak that is following Kriss. I see why you're in therapy."

*Sounds of a fight break out. Darth Vader uses the Force and tosses Anakin across the room.*

"Ha, I got my chair back!" Darth says, storming out of the room.

"Stars! You are brat!" Anakin shouts.

Therapist Notes 3 Darth Vader

There, keyboard fixed, well replaced actually. It seems in my anger, I destroyed the other one. Now that that problem is solved, on to my next letter.




Dear Mom,

Let me say that I loved you first and formost but now as the second most powerful being in the universe with a more experienced perspective on life, I have some questions that I’d like the answers to.

First, you must come clean about my father. That story you told me when I was a youngling was a nice tale but the mother of my children, whose name we do not speak, actually explained where babies came from. There are rumors around the galaxy that Darth Plageius was my father. Come to think of it, those rumors were started by my current Master. As I have found, Sidious (or Palpatine) as he prefers to be called, does have a tendency to spin the facts to suit his purpose, but that is another letter altogether. Do you have any idea how much I got teased by the other Padawans at the Temple when I told them that I had no father? I used to get so angry with them. I can feel my anger rising just as it did then!

1,2,3,4,5,6... Better.

Second, Qui-Gon. Tell me, what were you thinking? You send me off with a man you knew for less than a week? I know Qui-Gon seemed like the entire honorable Jedi package and all but what did you really know about him? He could have been a very bad, bad man, the kind you always warned me about! But, noooo. You just decided to hand me over to him. And the stories I could tell you about him now! What were you thinking woman? But then, I suppose things could have turned out a great deal worse than they have. Wait, what am I saying? Qui-Gon gets himself killed (did you know that?) and then I get stuck with his Padawan for a Master who in the end leaves me to the will of the Force on a lava bank. But that’s also another letter. And now I’m stuck in this suit and it’s all Obi-Wan’s fault. It’s not fair!

1,2,3,4,5,6,7...okay, better.

Third, the Jedi Order. Did you really know what the Order was all about? Did you know that they would not let me have any contact with you? They have a very strict rule about attachment you know. But I guess you didn’t know. Did you think to ask? Noooo! No one at the Temple understood that, that I needed to see you. If they had let me have at least some contact or if you had even tried to contact me, things might have turned out differently. Did you ever, ever try getting in touch, a letter, a card, a holonet message? I don’t think so. And you can’t use the excuse that you were a slave, I know better than that. And who exactly was this Lars fellow anyway? Sure I met him once and I’m not sure what you saw in him. And that whiny kid of his, what was his name? Oh, yes - Owen. Well, I took care of him. Hiding my son from me! Who did he think he was? The nerve of that outer-rim moisture farmer!

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8...drat, the AC in this suit needs recharging. Where is that maintenance droid at?

Well, it appears that there are others to write to, Mom. Can’t blame you for everything, I suppose, although I would like to. A lifeday card at least would have been nice, you know! Hopefully, you are proud of how powerful I have become.

Your once handsome son
Darth Vader

PS - (btw, how do you like the new name?)

Therapist Notes 2 Darth Vader

Well, readers, I have returned. As promiiiised, III am...ah, friiiick...someone has been usiiiing thiiiis computer and has spiiiilled somethiiing stiiiiicky on this keyboard...iiiif I fiiind them, III swear IIII’ll use that Force choke hold agaiiiiin, therapiiiist or no therap...okay, count to ten.

1 *BANG*

Therapist Notes 1 Army of (Cl)one

Must follow orders!

Even if there orders that make no sense.. like write a letter, but to whom to do I write on to. I am one of many, but no two are the same. Or so I've been told.

To Whomever!

Sorry about the above paragraph but I just wanted it on record that I'm following orders once again.

Do you know what's it's like to look like everyone else that your rooming with? Or how it feels to follow each pointless order through? Or even have to stand next to a man that you know was also follow the same orders as you? I bet you don't!

I've followed each pointless orders through and never once get a thank you. Just once I like to see those in charge say it to at least once.

Oh frag!(Spills pop onto keyboard) I got to go, I've got orders to follow a certain someone around today.

Tak out!

Therapist Notes 1 Erifia Apoc

Dear Therapist,

Where did they dig you up at? Huh, somewhere past the outer rim!

And why did you give me such a useless job as write a letter to whoever. It's not like their going to read this, you know. Force knows, that I have one emeny in my life an her name is Aayla Secure. I don't like her and she doesn't like me. But I swear I hate her more. Plus she killed my master.

The only other person I have any real issues with is my father for leaving me at the Jedi Temple when I was younger.

Well I don't really want Hugs or Kisses from you.

Erifia Apoc

Therapist Notes 1 Darth Vader

Dear Reader,

Well here I am, Lord Vader, second most powerful being in the Universe, (second most powerful being, I wanted to be the most powerful being of all) sitting at this Force forsaken relic of a computer trying to type up a letter. A letter to whom you ask? A letter to just about anyone who I have ever had ‘issues, problems or just wanting to get everything off my chest’ with, that is who. It seems that I have some anger management issues and my therapist thinks it is a good idea to try to address them in this fashion. Yes, I have a therapist. It is part of this new sensitivity training that has been implemented. No, I do not like it. I find that I get more done with anger and with a good Force choke hold. However, I am willing to give it a try. I rather like my therapist. She reminds me of a certain Jedi Healer from my past, if you know what I mean.

My therapist asked (well forcefully told) me to start writing letters to those whom I feel have make me the most to do with my anger management issues. So I have decided to start with my mother, Shmi Skywalker. I will be moving on from there to a host of other useless people that have come through my life.

My therapist tells me that though I will start out in anger, I may come up with some emotion that even I am not aware of. We shall will see about that. There are plenty of people on my list here: my mom, as I mentioned before, Qui-Gon, Mace, Yoda, the Emperor, even Luke and Leia, oh and most definitely their mother, that brunette senator that I once fell in love with but we do not speak her name ever. Then there is Obi-Wan, my former Master, the most stoic, insensitive, unfeeling man I have ever had the displeasure of knowing. Cut my legs off and leave me to die, whatever. Well, how is exile on Tatooine there, old buddy? We will get to him and the rest from my list later, as for now I can feel my blood pressure rising and I must go and find my happy place right NOW.

Yours,
Darth Vader