This is a hospital, not a prison. They cannot actually detain her. 

Directly to the offices of Coruscant Newsnet, then, via speeder from patient discharge. No, this one is hers, you are mistaken. There is probably some convenient problem with it, but some mysterious Force seems to have directly seized its circuits. 

Anyone want an exclusive interview?

How about no.

He tires of this. He might need her memories and sanity intact for now, and she might be unusually resistant to the sort of lesser tortures he can inflict on a body he does have to actually use, but there are ways this can be more or less pleasant for her. Yes, even less pleasant than the slowly pulling her teeth out with the Force when she tried to stop him talking. 

Skywalker was always to be a trophy for the Sith and a tool to bring down the Jedi. He is not actually important. Skywalker can survive this, or her hands can be the ones to break him, again and again and again, as he spends an unnaturally long life in an Imperial black site providing valuable experimental data on just how much agony Sith alchemy can inflict. 

Get out of his way.

Ooh, sorry, you took too long.  Having to levitate the speeder yourself really slows you down, doesn't it?

And you know what she remembered?  You probably don't have your lightsaber.  And if you do draw it in plain view, your emergency backup plan's karked sideways anyway.

"Padmé Amidala, you're under arrest on suspicion of harboring Darth Sidious."  Eat stunners.  "Sorry about this, actual Padmé."

Unfortunately he can still see the future. And yes, he is very proficient with a lightsaber, the way adults are very proficient with crayons. 

It is a little harder from inside someone else's body, still putting forth the phenomenal cosmic power to occlude the Force itself and defy death and nature-

NOW NOW NOW-

"JUST SHOOT M-"

Amidala's hand forms a claw with a cracking sound and the stunbolts freeze in midair. 

"I - " her jaw works awkwardly - "invite you to - reconsider - even if she can - distract me enough - it will not kill me - and I can find you anywhere - " Vitiate was an amateur.

Oh, and she cares for Amidala, doesn't she -

"And I - will ensure she suffers for years -" why is going into detail about that so against Amidala's nature, it spares her the stupid woman -

She shoots him in the back while he's monologuing.

He whirls around to crush it like an egg -

- about a tenth of a second too slowly. 

Exorcism.  Immediately.  Sedatives?  

Sedatives.

Well played. 

His plans to save the galaxy will have to change. 

The dark presence around Padmé is dispelled.

The grey cloud over the Force suddenly and abruptly vanishes, and so does he. 

Even sedated, her body convulses once, hard, and then she lies still. 

And just where the fuck do you think you're going --

Obviously he wasn't trying this next to the Jedi Order without plenty of backup bodies. In the Force, all the galaxy is at one. 

Now that he's not spreading himself so thin and is actually focussing on hiding he is totally, utterly invisible to the Force unless you're... oh dear, actually there is nobody that powerful yet.

Who knows which backup planet he's on now?

"Fuck.  He got away."

Someone who's in your supply chains pwning your clones, perhaps.

Anyway, Senator Amidala, you don't have to stay asleep now.

She's going to check whether you need healing, though.  And do what she can to ensure that the Senator is healed.

Multiple compound fractures of her right hand and wrist, though happily the shards of bone haven't nicked any important blood vessels. Serious swelling around her jawbone, bleeding from her mouth. Her legs are badly swollen in a way consistent with hairline femur fractures. 

On the other hand, she isn't possessed by Darth Sidious any more, so on the whole she's doing fantastically.

And she's still pregnant.  (Thank goodness.  That should be her choice, not Sidious's.  Did she even know yet?)

Well. She can fix all of that damage.  And definitely not accidentally tune up everything else in e.g. preemptively-preventing-morning-sickness kinds of ways.

She can open her own eyes and take her own breaths again. 

She's going to stand up and dust herself off and wipe her blood off her hands because if she stays still she'll get stuck, and she is never going to take being able to move her own body for granted again. 

"...I didn't expect to survive that. Thank you."

"There are precious few who could have resisted him as you had.  And I do not mean 'among non-Sensitives'.  I mean 'at all'.  I'm sorry I wasn't quick enough to figure out the whys to stop him the first time."

...Would she like a hug, because, honestly, Darth Mourne would like to give her a hug.

She would like a hug, yes please. 

Then she will get a hug.

...She has not been hugged for several thousand years.  Doing that right here, right now, may have been ill-advised.

She's shaking, just a bit.

But she does not at all regret this decision.