Real Rise of Skywalker III (Patreon)

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“Something’s wrong.” Anakin murmured to Padmé as Governor Kelma of Karlinus loaded onto her transport. Panaka had already accelerated her departure from the planet due to the weird sensor ghosts they were seeing on the long-range scanners, which hadn’t really pleased the planetary leader.

“I feel it too.” Padmé said quietly, “A disturbance in the Force.” The two watched as Kelma’s ship departed, and Padmé signaled to Panaka, “Establish a connection with her ship. I want to ensure she makes it to the Hyperlane safely.”

A moment later, Kelma was on the holoviewer, “Queen Amidala, this is most unusual.” She stated, “First you try to get rid of me as fast as possible, and now you call when we could be speaking face-to-face?”

“Forgive me, Governor Kelma.” Padmé said officially, “I merely wished to make sure you made it to the Hyperlane safely. I hope that this is just paranoia, but I cannot help but feel that something is wrong.”

It was clear that Kelma didn’t really believe Padmé. Anakin noticed her struggle to resist the urge to roll her eyes. “You need not worry, Queen Amidala. Things are perfect fin-” She stopped, “Wait.”

Padmé leaned forward in her seat. “Governor Kelma?”

“Oh, by the Force! Jump to Hyperspace! Hurry!” Kelma exclaimed, “Queen Amidala, be careful! It’s the Trade Fed-” They lost the connection as her ship jumped to Hyperspace.

“Trade Federation.” Padmé paled beneath her makeup as she hurried to the veranda. Anakin followed behind her, as did the handmaidens and Panaka.

Anakin let out a huff of air through his nose, “A blockade.” He said, glaring up at the sky as ship after massive ship started entering into formation above them.

“This can’t be real!” Sabé exclaimed, “They can’t possibly believe the Senate will allow this! Are they seriously that upset over our requests to restructure the Plasma deal that they would risk censure?”

Neither he nor Padmé got a chance to respond as an older man called out, “We’re being hailed!”

Padmé took a deep breath and made her way back inside. She sat regally on her throne and nodded to the man. “Viceroy.” She greeted Nute Gunray.

“Ah, Queen Amidala.” Gunray was a Neimoidian. A species Anakin personally found repugnant, and not only for the fact that they were carriers of many diseases that couldn’t affect them. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”

“Might I ask what the meaning of this is, Viceroy?” Padmé asked, despite already knowing the answer.

“I see you have no time for the pleasantries.” Gunray looked particularly smug, “Very well. To business then. In response to your illegal attempts to restructure our contract over the mining of Plasma as well as your Senator’s vehement opposition to many of our bills in the Senate, we are enacting a legal blockade over Naboo.”

Right. Legal. Anakin still couldn’t figure out how this was legal despite the fact that, by all accounts, it apparently was. This was just further proof of how ridiculous the Republic’s legal system and laws were.

Gunray continued, “Within the coming days, we will sign a new treaty, Queen Amidala.”

“The Senate will not stand for this.” Padmé replied, “And neither will we. We will sign no treaty, Viceroy.”

“We shall see, your highness.” Gunray gave her an unpleasant smile, “We will give you a few days to… think it over.” He was going to starve them, in other words. The Holoviewer went dark.

“Contact Senator Palpatine immediately.” Padmé commanded, and it only took a few minutes to get him on the line.

“My Queen.” Palpatine bowed and offered her a smile, “It is a pleasure to see you.”

“I’m afraid we don’t have time for pleasantries, Senator.” Padmé said and watched his smile fall. “The Trade Federation has enacted a blockade on Naboo.”

“Impossible!” Palpatine gasped, “They wouldn’t dare!”

“They have, Senator.” Panaka said grimly, “I counted over three dozen Lucrehulk-Class vessels above us right now.”

“This is an outrage!” Palpatine growled, “I will contact Chancellor Valorum immediately. The Senate will not stand for this, I assure you.” Padmé nodded at him, and again, the Holoviewer went dark.

“Senator Palpatine will fix this.” Sabé assured Padmé, holding her hand gently. “The Senate will help us.”

“I wonder.” Anakin said, and everyone stopped and turned to him. He was simply staring outside at the main courtyard.

“What do you mean, Anakin?” Padmé asked in surprise.

“The Trade Federation is part of the Senate.” Anakin replied, “And they hold a sizable voting block as well. I suspect that there will be a whole lot more bluster than decision making.”

“No, that can’t be!” Panaka exclaimed, “Surely the Senate will have to help us!”

“If they do, it will likely be clandestinely.” Anakin told them, “Chancellor Valorum will certainly wish to help us, but he bows to procedure all too often. He will send ambassadors, no doubt. I believe they will be Jedi.”

That made some of them sigh in relief, “Then in either case-” Yané said softly but Anakin cut her off.

“Panaka.” He said, and the man stiffened in attention, “I want cameras all over Theed feeding data here to the throne room. As clandestinely as you can make it.”

“What for?” Panaka frowned in confusion.

“I sense something sinister about this move from the Trade Federation.” He said softly, “I suspect thy will not be satisfied with a mere blockade.”

“No.” Padmé’s eyes widened, “Not even they would be so bold! A blockade they could excuse, but an invasion?”

“It could be paranoia.” Anakin said, knowing it wasn’t. “But I will not leave Naboo’s future and your life to chance. Get those Holocam feeds set up and keep them secret until we are ready to use the footage.”

“Do as he says.” Padmé said, looking at Panaka. The man nodded and quickly gathered his security forces to begin doing his job. “Leave us.” She said as she walked over to Anakin. Once they were alone, her regal mien collapsed. “Oh Ani…” She cried out, “We’ll be okay, right?”

“I won’t lie to you, Padmé.” Anakin said softly, “Our people are in grave danger. We will be alright. I will ensure it.” He said resolutely, “But I cannot protect everyone.”

“I know.” She let out a shuddering breath. “But we cannot let this devolve into war.”

“War-” He said softly, “Might be inevitable.”

She grimaced at his words. “Our defense forces can’t possibly hold against them.” She squeezed her fists. “We must put our trust in the Chancellor and, if you’re right, the Jedi.”

“I hope you are right.” Anakin said softly, embracing her, “But I can feel in my heart that you aren’t.” She closed her eyes, having felt the same thing.

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“The ambassadors are supposed to arrive today.” Padmé said. Already, the stress over this situation was eating away at her. A week had passed, and she had already needed to enact rationing over the populace. The Neimoidian sleemos were definitely serious about starving them out.

“They already are.” Anakin said softly, “I just felt them enter our space.”

“I did too. Jedi, like you predicted. This will work.” Padmé said. It had to, went unsaid.

“I’m going to go make sure our way out is prepared.” He said softly.

“Be careful.” Padmé responded as he walked away. She sat on her throne and cast her senses out, searching for the Jedi Anakin had easily felt. They were very faint, and she marveled at how much more powerful his connection to the Force was. The day passed and she focused on the here and now, just as Anakin had taught her. She called Gunray to brag that his blockade was finished, only to have to hold back a grimace as he pretended not to know of any Ambassadors. That told her all she needed to know. “Sabé. It’s time.”

“You mean?” Sabé gasped.

Padmé nodded, “It’s like Anakin said. The Dark Side is clouding this entire event.” She spoke quietly so that only her best friend – the only one of her handmaidens who knew at this point – could hear her.

“What do we do?” Sabé asked back quietly.

“What we must.” Padmé hugged her best friend, “I will not let you be harmed, Sabé. I promise you that. Even if it means revealing our secret.”

“And I will keep you safe in turn.” Sabé promised, “Do not put yourself at risk. Promise me.”

“I promise.” Padmé said softly, before taking Sabé’s hand and leading her and the other handmaidens to her private quarters so they could make the swap.

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“Where is Skywalker?!” Panaka growled as a droid army strolled into Theed as if they owned the capital. “I knew making him head of security was a mistake.” He cursed, and despite the fact that he didn’t look at her, Padmé could feel the anger and disdain he still held for Anakin and even her for making her ‘childish crush’ head of security. “Too much of a coward to even stand by his Queen!”

That was too far by half. Padmé held back her instinctive response and settled for informing him, “He is doing what I commanded, Captain Panaka.” Her voice was sharper than normal. She would be letting Panaka go once this disaster was behind them. “Secure the footage.” She commanded, and he hurried to follow her instructions, chastised.

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“The blockade was one thing, but this is another.” Sio Bibble, one of Padmé’s advisors, said angrily, “Just how do you plan on explaining this invasion to the Senate?” He demanded.

“The Queen and I will sign a treaty.” Nute Gunray said smugly, “It will legitimize our occupation here. I have assurances that it will be ratified by the Senate.”

“I will not cooperate, Viceroy.” Sabé said in her disguise as Padmé.

“Now, now.” The sleemo said chidingly, “In time, the suffering of your people will persuade you to see our point of view.” He turned to one of the droids, “Commander. Process them.”

The droid with the yellow head turned to one with red markings, “Captain. Take them to camp 4.”

The group was taken away from the palace surrounded by droids. Padmé clenched her teeth in anger as she saw her citizens being herded around their city by armed forces. ‘Where are you, Ani?’ She thought to herself.

She felt their bond hum and couldn’t resist the urge to smile. As they entered an alleyway, Anakin strode into their path. “Halt!” The lead droid commanded. “Identify yourself!” Anakin jerked his wrists, and his lightsabers appeared in his hands. One brilliant white blade erupted with a roar and a pitch-black blade with no aura at all hummed ominously. “Uh oh,” Was all the droid managed to get out before it and every droid on the right side of the group of Nabooans was in pieces. Not even Padmé had been able to follow Anakin as he blazed beside them.

A thunderous kick caved in the chest of the command droid at the rear, and then Anakin turned around. The droids had barely started reacting as a monstrous Force Push turned the rest of the droids into scrap as they nearly exploded apart. He extinguished his lightsabers and dropped his hood. “Did anyone order a rescue?” Padmé had to stifle a laugh.

“You’re a Jedi?!” Panaka yelped in shock, losing some color as he realized just what he had been antagonizing for several months.

“No.” Anakin said flatly. “This way. Get their weapons.” He took the lead and hurried them along after they all grabbed the fallen blasters. A few moments later, two Jedi dropped into their path. “You’re late.” Anakin said blandly as he eyed Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi. He had to bite back a groan as he saw that yet again, Jar Jar Binks was accompanying them.

“Let’s get out of the open.” Qui-Gon said calmly.

“This way then.” Anakin took them into an alcove.

“Your Highness,” Qui-Gon said as he looked at Sabé, “We are ambassadors for the Supreme Chancellor.”

“Your negotiations seem to have failed, ambassador.” Bibble glared lightly at him.

“The negotiations never took place.” Qui-Gon shot back. “It is urgent that we make contact with the Republic.”

“Forgive me master,” Obi-Wan stated as he glared suspiciously at Anakin, “But I must ask who you are. I know of no Jedi who possesses either a black or a white lightsaber, much less one who dual-wields them! There shouldn’t there be any other Jedi stationed on Naboo either. Who are you?”

Sabé introduced him, “This is Lord Anakin Skywalker, our head of security and a personal friend.” She told him, “And he is beyond reproach, Master Jedi.” Her stare was intense, “And not just because he saved us and not you.”

“And I’m not a Jedi, so it is no surprise that you don’t know me.” Anakin said flatly.

“Only a Jedi is allowed to own a lightsaber.” The skin around Obi-Wan’s eyes tightened as they narrowed. His hand drifted to his own lightsaber.

“We do not have time for this.” Sabé said flatly, “We need to get to Coruscant and plead our case to the Senate. A blockade is one thing but an invasion…?”

“You are right, Your Highness. The Senate will have to act. My Padawan and I can provide testimony if needed.” Qui-Gon put a hand on his Padawan’s shoulder. “Do we have transport off-planet?”

“Her Highness’s Royal Starship is sitting in the main hangar.” Panaka said quickly, “This wa-”

“And does this starship have weapons or any sort of countermeasures for the blockade above us?” Anakin asked dryly. Panaka and several of the security team members flushed. Anakin rolled his eyes. “Amateurs,” He said disparagingly. Padmé cracked a grin and had to duck her head.

Bibble said, “We have the N-1s.”

“That won’t be enough.” Anakin said, “There’s no guarantee that the ship will be fast enough to get past the blockade on pure speed. I won’t play games with the Queen’s life.” There was no way he was going to find himself back on Tatooine. He turned to Sabé, “It’s time to go home.” Sabé, playing her role perfectly, showed off an eager grin. “Panaka, we need a distraction. Take the men and get ready to liberate as many N-1s as we can. Flee on the Royal Starship. Take these.” He tossed the man a bag, “Stay hidden until we’re ready. These will disrupt the droids’ communications if needed. Don’t use them unless you’re about to be discovered.” He turned to Yané and gave her a communicator. “Yané, Rabé, go with Panaka. I will contact you when it’s time for your attack.” The two bowed and readied their hidden blasters. “The rest of you, with me.”

“Good luck, my Queen.” Her two handmaidens bowed to Sabé and left with Panaka and the men.

Anakin turned to Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, “Do try and keep up, Master Jedi.” He grinned lightly and turned, leading them away. Padmé had to stifle a giggle at the look of affront on the younger Jedi’s face. All of them but the Jedi and Anakin took out their hidden blasters. Anakin led them on a stealthy mission through the streets before grimacing as he saw just how many droids were patrolling a vital chokepoint.

He sighed. ‘Dark Side it is.’ Everyone but him and Padmé shivered as the shroud of the Dark Side covered them.

Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon stiffened, “The Dark Side?”

“Yes.” He said flatly, “Now shut up. They can’t see us, but they can hear us.” They continued to walk with the Jedi becoming increasingly wary of him. They made it past the mini blockade and Anakin dropped the shroud once they were out of sight.

“You are a Sith!” Obi-Wan accused him once they were relatively safe, his hand on his lightsaber.

“You should not make accusations you know nothing about.” Sabé glared at him. “Anakin is no more a Sith than I am. I won’t hear it!”

“Your Highness,” Obi-Wan protested.

“Calm yourself, my young Padawan.” Qui-Gon again put a hand on his shoulder. The younger man growled and released his anger into the Force.

“We’re almost there.” Anakin stated as they were nearing the river. There was a Multi-Troop Transport parked there as well as a couple tanks. He took out a detonator and pressed a button. A tremendous bang far away from them erupted, causing most of them to flinch.

“What was that?!” Padmé blurted in shock.

“A distraction.” Anakin said, “I planted a bomb where the Force told me one of the Multi-Troop Transports would be parked. Most of the droids in the area should be rushing there and away from us and Panaka.” He said, “And now… here’s where the fun begins.” Before Qui-Gon could say a word, Anakin strode into the sunlight, drawing the attention of every droid there.

“Halt! Identify-” That was all the droid managed to get out as Anakin leapt high into the air, clearing even some of the buildings around them. He somersaulted multiple times on his way down and then slammed a hand into the stonework. Before Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan’s disbelieving eyes, a Force Wave of gargantuan proportions erupted around him in every direction. It was so powerful that the B1 Battle Droids were disintegrated.

The tanks whirred to life and fired at him, and he stood, raising his hand. The laser cannon bolts halted in midair under his power before shooting off into the air with a flick of his wrist. He also wrenched the cannons of the tanks to the side as it fired again, blowing another tank sky high. He dashed forward like a bolt of lightning and then slammed a fist into the tank that he had just forced to friendly-fire. His Force Blast was so strong it blew the back out of the tank. Another shot at him and he jumped above the bolt. He held his hand out and the final tank rose into the air, before crunching into a compact little ball as he clenched his fist.

Troops started to exit the MTT with their blasters already blazing, but again, he caught the bolts in midair, before sending them right back to their owners. He then used Force Lightning to electrocute the droids and the MTT along with them. All of them collapsed into smoking, twitching heaps. Finally, he lifted the MTT into the air before flinging it away. It crashed with a mighty screech and completely blocked off the main street. No droids would be following them as they made their escape downriver.

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan hadn’t even gotten the chance to do anything. His initial attack had just been so fast and then his mastery of the Force so far beyond anything they had ever heard of that the two men had been unable to even react. Qui-Gon felt faint. He had to fight to keep his knees from wobbling. Obi-Wan was covered in a cold sweat as he stared in fear at Anakin.

“One transport home, as promised!” Anakin smirked as he waved at the speeder boat he had prepared ahead of time. They quickly hurried onto the boat, with him helping Sabé onto it.

Padmé let out a laugh as she gave him her hand and allowed him to help her onto the boat. “What do we need the Republic for? Maybe the Queen should just throw you at the Lucrehulks.” Anakin burst out laughing.

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The trip downriver to his villa was a source of great amusement for him. The sight of the two Jedi glowering and unable to do anything about their fear was hilarious. The poor fools were so confused about the obvious Dark Sider in their presence acting so… normally. He was simply conversing happily with Padmé and Sabé. It was obvious that their indoctrination was warring with their eyes.

As they arrived at the villa, they all got off the boat and made their way inside. “Papa!” Ahsoka yelled and came running. A beaming smile rose on his face as he scooped her up and kissed her on the cheek.

“There’s my lovely little Snips!” Anakin greeted her.

“What’s going on?” She asked as the other children joined them.

“The Trade Federation are being sleemos,” Anakin said cheerfully. She gasped theatrically.

“Anakin!” Padmé chided him with a laugh.

He turned to Shmi, “Is everything ready, Mom?” Again, the Jedi twitched in shock.

“Of course. I started packing as soon as those ships arrived.” Shmi responded.

“Good.” He eyed the bags, and they all lifted into the air. He led them to the sitting room where a piano sat and hit a series of three keys. A bookshelf swung open and revealed a Durasteel door with an iris scanner. He allowed it to scan his eye, and it opened right up. “Come on.” He said authoritatively. They all loaded into the room and the elevator quickly descended into the earth. Once it stopped, the door opened, and he led them down a long hallway to another set of double doors. Another quick iris scan had that one opening as well, revealing the ship.

Obi-Wan let out an astounded curse, “How the kriff do you have a corvette?!”

“I built her.” Anakin said with a grin. “I modified the old Jedi Defender-Class, as you can probably tell.”

“Do we even have enough people to run such a large ship?” Qui-Gon asked with his lips pursed.

“Don’t worry.” Anakin snorted, “The vital crew are made up of droids, also of my own design. They can be replaced as needed if anyone of superior skill is available.”

“This thing has seen battle.” Obi-Wan said softly, narrowing his eyes as he stared at it. And indeed it had. While Anakin had spent most of his time on Naboo over the past year, he hadn’t spent all of it. He had taken his ship many times intocombat against slavers and pirates. He had rescued thousands of slaves at this point, with Padmé able to help them resettle on Naboo. If only it were more than a drop in the bucket. “Just what have you used this thing for? What does one man need with a corvette?”

“Well I can hardly go around killing Hutts and freeing slaves in a starfighter.” Anakin said flippantly.

“Papa is so wizard!” Ahsoka cheered.

Aayla and Kali did as well. “We were the first two big brother freed!”

The two Jedi couldn’t help but stare. A Dark Side user freeing slaves and killing gangsters and crime lords? Had the Trade Federation put psychedelics in that tea they served them on the Lucrehulk?

As they made their way aboard the ship, Anakin reached out surreptitiously to Padmé, Ani, Ahsoka, Aayla, and Kali, ‘Do not use the Force unless you are in danger. Until I say otherwise, you are all cloaking to your best ability. Is that understood?’ He got a sense of annoyed agreement from all of them. They wanted to help too! ‘Good. I don’t want the Jedi sniffing around where they don’t belong.’ He sent back to soothe them before barking out commands as he led them to the elevator. “Jedi, get on the turbolasers. Padmé, you’re our pilot. Saché, Eirtaé, get on the virtual turrets for the ventral and dorsal batteries. My Queen, please take over the command chair. Mom, make sure the kids are safe. Jar Jar,” He looked at the Gungan, “Stay out of trouble, will you?”

“And where will you be, Lord Skywalker?” Sabé asked him.

Anakin simply smirked at her as the elevator opened. Obi-Wan gaped, “Sithspit!” He blurted out as Anakin strode from the elevator alone and made his way to his personal Silencer. Aayla had to step on Ani’s foot when he tried to ask Anakin if he could fly too. Thankfully the closing door muffled his voice.

Anakin got into his Silencer, eager to fly it for the first time since his younger self had gotten his magic mitts all over it. After the miracle Ani had worked with that power core, Anakin had immediately decided to nurture his talent. It delighted him that they were able to bond over tech like this. He strapped himself in and activated the systems. Closing his eyes, he reached out for the small garrison back in Theed. He activated his communicator, “Begin the operation.” He declared to both Panaka and Padmé.

The hidden Queen immediately powered up the ship as Anakin kept a close eye on the miniature battle at the Royal Hangar. Taking a page out of Luke’s book, he summoned a Force Projection of himself at the hangar to distract the droids. They were stupid enough that even his shadow passing through them and harassing them was enough to confuse their processors. Panaka, his security staff, and the two handmaidens made quick work of the dreadful B1s. They freed the flight crew who loaded up into the N-1s.

Anakin strode up to Panaka, who immediately bowed, “Lord Skywalker. Is this another power of the Force?”

“Yes.” He responded and waved them all up the ramp, “We’re ready on our end. Yané, Rabé, take two of the N-1s and rendezvous with the Revenant once we’re clear of the blockade. I’ll make sure that the hangar is open.”

“Yes, sir!” The two handmaidens quickly made their way to the spare N-1s.

“May the Force be with you, Panaka.” He stated before winking out. Back on the Revenant, he opened his eyes. “Be ready. The Royal Yacht is about to launch.” He declared, “Open the hangar bay doors.” Sabé did as commanded, well acquainted with the controls of the ship for just such a scenario. Up above, the hangar doors slid into the surrounding walls. The hangar platform began to rise up. “Launch!” He yelled once they stopped and Padmé immediately gunned it, launching the ship into the stars. “Open the portside hangar doors.” He said as he started revving up the throttle.

“May the Force be with you, Lord Skywalker.” Sabé said as she opened the door.

“The Force is always with me, for I am one with the Force.” Anakin declared, before the electromagnetic rails launched the Silencer left and out of the ship. Anakin gunned it and the Twin-Ion Engines screamed their fury as he sped past the Revenant. He made it to space before the N-1s had even reached the upper atmosphere.

He was so fast that the droid starfighters hadn’t even been able to get out of their hangars yet, though the turbolaser batteries were doing their best to take him out. He smirked as he aimed for the hangars and opened fire. A single torpedo fired from the starboard wing as his small ion cannons peppered the shield on the hangar, opening a hole. The torpedo went inside and then, with a cacophonous BANG, the seismic charge detonated in a brilliant burst of blueish-white light. The shearing forces of the concussive wave battered against the unshielded insides of the hangar and cut off the arm of the Lucrehulk. Smaller explosions raced across the ship, disabling it with his one, well placed strike. Luke would have been so proud.

The cheering of the N-1’s filled his radios as the pilots, emboldened by their leader, opened fire on the Lucrehulk. Proton torpedoes and laser cannons peppered the guns and shield generators and finally overwhelmed the ship. Explosions continued to erupt all over the vessel before an almighty blast shattered it entirely.

The fighters cheered as the Royal Yacht and the Revenant caught up, but they weren’t out of the woods yet. The other Lucrehulks, realizing just how dangerous this small squad was, started disgorging their fighter complement. “Alright ladies,” He grinned at the roars from the mostly-male pilots, “Let ‘em have it!” His rotary blaster cannons spun up and started to lay fire down on the enemy starfighters. Within thirty seconds, he had already racked up a dozen kills to his name, the sheer firepower of the Silencer more than a match for the mass produced, droid piloted machines.

The N-1s were doing a good job as well. With the extra training as well as the addition of the two handmaidens, they were losing less fighters than they had in the original timeline. He could feel the fear and adrenaline coursing through Rabé and Yané, but they were performing admirably. They shot down three fighters each and saved a few of their own fighters with their quick actions.

The extra starfighters making it to the blockade meant that there were far more Proton Torpedoes slamming into the turbolaser batteries on the two closest Lucrehulks. The Royal Yacht and the Revenant were able to slip the blockade unmolested, with his Defender II laying down a hellish stream of fire with their turbolasers. The turbolasers from the Revenant further weakened the shields, and a second Lucrehulk went up in flames.

To his surprise, there was one final Lucrehulk blocking the egress point, and another wall of droid starfighters advancing on them. Clicking his teeth in irritation, Anakin sped forward. He fired his second and final seismic torpedo, and though they evaded the missile, the droids weren’t prepared for the eruption of shearing forces when it exploded. Fighter after fighter were shredded as the wave propagated through them. A part of the concussive wave even hit the Lucrehulk, but its shields were more than up to the task of stopping it.

The hole his torpedo opened up meant that they were able to slip past, and then the Revenant got to work, hitting the battleship with everything they had. The N-1s used up the last of their proton torpedoes in an attempt to take out the shields, and ion cannons to try to disable it. It wasn’t enough, even with the amount of cannon fire that they were laying on it.

Thankfully, Anakin had one last trick up his sleeve. He flew his Silencer directly into the Lucrehulk and his autocannons started laying down droid-assisted fire on everything that looked important. His heavy and medium laser cannons went to work, each blast making something burst into flames.

A vicious smirk crossed his face as he activated his Silencer’s final trick. To either side of him, continuous lasers not unlike a lightsaber erupted. “WHOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOHOOOOOO!” He yelled as his shipboard lightsabers started carving up the Lucrehulk from the inside. He flew around the entire massive vessel’s hangars, aileron rolling as he went. His lasers cut through everything in their path, damaging droids and smaller reactors alike. Everything was going up in flames as he burst back into space from the other side of the ship, joined by the raucous cheering of everyone still alive. The Royal Yacht hadn’t taken more than superficial damage with the Revenant’s powerful shields able to soak up the fire. The final Lucrehulk that they needed to get past was shredded from the inside-out. Explosion after explosion from within the ship destroyed it.

“SKYWALKER! SKYWALKER! SKYWALKER!” He heard from the other pilots, and that just brought back memories.

“Alright, quiet down ladies.” He laughed, “Yané, Rabé, rendezvous on the Revenant. The rest of you set course for Coruscant! Drinks are on me!” Another round of cheers erupted as the N-1s went into Hyperspace. Anakin quickly matched speed with the Revenant and entered the ship in one smooth motion. The two N-1s piloted by the handmaidens had to be caught and dragged in by the tractor beams and placed on the floor in the hangar.

Cooling gas was sprayed all over them to render them safe to exit as the hangar doors closed shut. He felt the thrum as the ship immediately went into Hyperspace. He was grinning as he got out, “Good job, ladies.”

“We couldn’t have done it without you.” The two handmaidens exclaimed and were blushing as they both quickly gave him hugs.

“Oh, you would have found a way.” He patted both of them on the shoulders. “Let’s go. I’ve got a gaggle of younglings who no doubt want to dogpile me.” He laughed.

“They’re not the only ones.” He ignored the comment he clearly wasn’t meant to hear from Yané.

As they walked onto the bridge, Ahsoka gleefully yelled, “PAPA!” As she flung herself at him.

“BIG BROTHER!” Aayla, Kali, and Anakin joined her half a second later.

“Oof!” Anakin laughed out as he allowed himself to fall back. “I have been… defeated. Bleh!” He sprawled, tongue lolling from his lips.

The kids burst out into delighted giggles and the rest of the ship followed a second later. Even Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan cracked surprised grins. ‘No, seriously Master. What?’ The surprised Padawan thought at his master.

‘Either the greatest actor I’ve ever seen… or the Force is strange indeed.’ His master deadpanned.

“So much for head of security.” Sabé commented dryly.

Anakin couldn’t help but laugh as well as he stood up. He kissed Ahsoka on the cheek and asked the Queen, “Losses?”

“About thirty percent.” Sabé replied, the smile falling. Anakin winced, “Better than I dared believe, but…” She trailed off.

“It would have been far worse without this ship and that starfighter.” Qui-Gon stated calmly, “You have our thanks for the escape, my young friend.” He inclined his head to Anakin.

Anakin smiled honestly back at the older man and bowed back. “Their sacrifices will be remembered once this debacle is over.” He promised. “PROXYs, take over ship operations. Notify me if there are any issues.”

“Yes, Master.” The droids immediately got to work, relieving Padmé of duty so she could relax as well.

She came over and hugged him from the side, “Thank you, Anakin.” The best part of having a body double was that she could hug him freely.

He smiled down at her, before turning to the rest of the temporary crew, “Make yourselves at home. There are plenty of rooms. One of the reasons I made the ship larger. We’ve got a decent flight ahead of us.”

“Is there anywhere that we can meditate?” Qui-Gon asked him.

Anakin nodded and put Ahsoka down, “I’ll show you.” He said and waved to both of them to follow. “What are your names anyway?”

“I am Qui-Gon Jinn.” The man responded, “This is my Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

“Anakin Skywalker, as you know now.” Anakin replied, “And yes, my blonde-haired mini-me is also Anakin Skywalker.” He said as the two Jedi began to look confused, “It’s a long story.” He said at their glances, “Short version is that mom was a slave before I rescued her by complete coincidence, and they probably drugged her at some point. She never remembered having me and named her ‘first’ son Anakin.”

“Ah. My condolences to both of you.” Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan both frowned. “That can’t have been-”

“It was surprising more than anything.” Anakin cut him off, “But a happy surprise. I had always wanted a mother.”

“I assume your… caretakers taught you the Dark Side?” The older man asked.

“You are wary of me.” Anakin deflected with a small smile as they entered his training room.

“The Dark Side is dangerous.” Obi-Wan responded. “It corrupts you from within.”

“It is, and it does.” Anakin admitted freely, “Though not as dangerous as you think.”

“The Sith have burned the galaxy many times.” Qui-Gon retorted, “They revel in the devastation that they cause.”

“They do.” Anakin replied as they all sat down and crossed their legs, “But not every user of the Dark Side is a Sith, and the Dark Side can be controlled when balanced with the Light.” He stared at Qui-Gon as he summoned Force Lightning in one hand and Golden Flash in the other. Qui-Gon jerked at the sight of one of the rarest Light Side abilities being used right beside one of the most dangerous abilities of the Dark Side. “I will be blunt.” Anakin stated, “I don’t like Jedi. In your fervor to stay away from the Dark Side, you’ve fallen away from the true Light. You teach your younglings to be as emotionless as possible and deny them the bonds of love in order to stay away from emotions that can lead to the Dark Side. And then you act surprised when beings not made to be this way experience those emotions for the first time and know not what to do with them.”

Qui-Gon let out a dry chuckle, “You are…” He paused, unsure even of what to say. “Certainly unique.”

“Hardly.” Anakin scoffed, “Revan mastered the same ability to use both sides.”

“After having his memory of his time as a Sith wiped away.” Obi-Wan countered.

“And yet he remained in balance after regaining his memories.” Was Anakin’s riposte. “And I’d like to think I turned out alright.” He chuckled dryly.

“You are certainly the most powerful Force user I’ve ever heard of.” Qui-Gon admitted. “If I may ask, what is your Midichlorian count?”

A wide smirk crossed Anakin’s face, “35,000.”

“35-” Obi-Wan blurted, and the color completely drained from both of their faces.

“How do you do it?” Qui-Gon asked, his brows furrowed, “How is it that you’ve accomplished what no other user of the Force has in thousands of years? Is it simply your greater connection to the Force?”

“Nothing of the sort. It’s simple, master Jedi.” Anakin smiled, “You do not counter hatred and fury with tranquility. The more you try to pull yourselves away from the Dark, the farther you stray from the Light. You Jedi are, at best, neutral now. And neutrality is useless against the Dark.”

Qui-Go’s lips quirked. “You understand that the Order will believe you to be a heretic, of course?”

“I’m well aware.” There was dark satisfaction in Anakin’s face. “And you may tell them this: I have no interest in them, nor in fighting them. If they should push the issue, they will regret it.” He stood, “Enjoy your meditations.” He strode from the room without a backwards glance.

Obi-Wan let out an explosive sigh, “What do we do, master?”

“Nothing.” Qui-Gon said softly, “For better or for worse, that young man is Queen Amidala’s personal friend and savior. She will not stand for him being removed.”

Obi-Wan looked closely at his master, “I’m not entirely sure you believe that to be the correct course of action even were it possible, master.”

Qui-Gon was silent for a moment. “Come, Obi-Wan. We must meditate on this.” He closed his eyes to seek answers in the Force.

Obi-Wan did as directed… but calm would not come easily to him. Not this day.

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Even with Anakin’s super-fast, Class 0.5 Hyperdrive, the trip to Coruscant would still take around two days. The kids found this time incredibly boring as they couldn’t practice at all with the Force. Anakin knew he was going to pay in some manner for it, so he did his best to keep them entertained. There were plenty of holoshows for them to watch, and thankfully it was distracting enough for them. He’d have to make it up to them once it was safe to begin practicing once more.

His time with Padmé, who had resumed being the Queen, was more bittersweet. She was practically nauseous over the fates of her people. Even within Hyperspace, she was attuned enough to them that she could feel their pain and fear. It stoked her anger against the Trade Federation and Anakin had to spend much of his time soothing her.

On the second day of travel, Qui-Gon surprised him. “Anakin.”

He raised an eyebrow in response, “Qui-Gon?”

“I’m curious to see if your ability with the Force translates to skill with those lightsabers.” Qui-Gon stated, “And I’d like Obi-Wan to get experience against other lightsaber wielders.”

A smile rose on Anakin’s face. “That should be quite interesting. Very well.” He turned to the kids and Padmé, who looked excited, “Care to see a spar?”

“YES!” They all got up and raced to the training room.

“Eager little things, aren’t they?” Anakin chuckled to Padmé as they walked sedately with the Jedi Master.

Obi-Wan was meditating as they entered, and he rose to his feet. “Master. Queen Amidala. Younglings. Skywalker.”

Anakin strode forward and drew his first lightsaber, though he did not yet ignite it. “It’s been a while since I’ve had anyone to spar with.” That was a bald-faced lie of course. He sparred regularly with the kids and his PROXY droids. “Let’s keep our Force powers out of it.” He chuckled, “I’d defeat you instantly otherwise.”

“Thank you for this opportunity then.” Obi-Wan despite the minor twitch in his eyebrow and ignited his saber. He quickly got into his combat form.

And Anakin suffered a minor brain freeze. “Ataru?” He asked, one eyebrow rising high.

Obi-Wan blinked, “Is there something wrong with Ataru?”

Anakin stared at the man who would have become his master in confusion. Since when did Obi-Wan use Ataru? He had been the Soresu master. Was this yet another one of those strange differences from the previous timeline or something else? “Ataru doesn’t suit you.”

Some irritation appeared in Obi-Wan’s eyes, “We’ve yet to even cross blades. This is the style of my master and my great-grandmaster before him.”

Yes, the old troll HAD been the master of Ataru. Anakin rolled his eyes, “It doesn’t suit your master either, boy. Neither of you are strong enough physically to use it to its full potential, and neither of you are strong enough in the Force to make up for it.” He ignited his saber assumed a lazy Makashi stance, “Allow me to show you.” He waved Obi-Wan forward.

The young man immediately attacked him aggressively. Ataru was an incredibly acrobatic style. Yoda himself was like a spider-monkey when he fought. It was absolutely incredible to watch. But Grandmaster Yoda was powerful in the Force. Equal to Sidious in the previous timeline and his kids and Padmé now. He could sustain the intensity of Ataru for much longer than most, even at his advanced age. Obi-Wan was not Yoda. Despite his great skill as a Jedi Master, in the Force he was merely average.

Anakin was able to block his two-handed blow with a single hand. He quickly parried and before Obi-Wan could react, his lightsaber was at his neck, “Dead.” Anakin said blandly before backing away. Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes and squared his shoulders before attacking again. This time Anakin did not really counterattack. He merely led Obi-Wan around by the nose, never letting him get close to scoring a strike and simply allowing him to expend his energy. In other words, he turned his old master’s own Soresu against him. ‘…This is quite disappointing.’ He thought to himself, ‘What caused this change? Ever since I first joined the Order, Obi-Wan used Soresu. Why is this different?’ Obi-Wan slipped just slightly and Anakin struck, “There goes your right leg.” He said as he held his lightsaber close to the appendage.

Anakin was legitimately disappointed. Beating Obi-Wan like this held even less than no meaning. This wasn’t the same man who had left him burning next to a river of lava, so it wasn’t like revenge was even an option. But this wasn’t even fun either. “You are already tiring.” He said, “So what will you do against someone much stronger and faster?” He asked before taking up his actual preferred form of Djem So. He moved like greased lightning towards his opponent.

His one strike battered against Obi-Wan’s lightsaber so hard that the young man was thrown completely off balance and fell to the ground. “Dead.” Obi-Wan scrambled up, looking shocked. Qui-Gon was also shocked. “I can make it even worse.” Anakin said as he grabbed his second lightsaber. He connected the two hilts and ignited the black blade. “Defend.” He stated, before attacking again.

It was clear that Obi-Wan had no idea what to do against a saberstaff. The strange movements and second blade were throwing him off. And Anakin put him completely on the defensive. He wasn’t even really capable of throwing in acrobatic flips. It was all he could do to block. Finally, Anakin extinguished the white blade while trapping Obi-Wan’s lightsaber with the black one. “Dead.” He said softly as the extinguished end of his saberstaff was pointed directly between Obi-Wan’s eyes.

He extinguished his other blade and separated the two hilts. “As I said.” He looked at the confused and distraught young man, “Ataru does not suit you. Not unless you embrace the Dark Side for extra strength.” He smirked, “And I doubt you want to do that.”

“Never!” Obi-Wan said vehemently.

“Then I suggest you invest your time into more useful pursuits.” Anakin shrugged as he put his lightsabers away. He turned to Qui-Gon, “And the same goes for you. It doesn’t matter what your master or grandmaster is good at. You are not them. To become a good duelist you must play to your strengths, not to your weaknesses. You are stronger in the Force than Obi-Wan, but not enough to make an appreciable difference. And you’re not exactly young anymore either.”

Qui-Gon smiled, “Odd concern from someone who says they don’t like Jedi.”

“You two are alright, I suppose.” Anakin shrugged with a half-smile as he led the kids and Padmé to the mess for some food.

Once the door closed, Obi-Wan asked his master, “Am I truly so ill-suited, master? Hundreds of other Padawans and Knights use Ataru.”

“Before watching that duel, I would not have said so.” Qui-Gon replied, “Now I merely wonder how many of our young Jedi in training are wasting their time and effort by trying to emulate Master Yoda.” He rubbed his beard thoughtfully. “Dueling has not truly been something considered of importance for some time. There is a reason that most of the later forms of lightsaber combat focus more on combating blasters than other lightsabers. With the Sith gone from this galaxy, there wasn’t a need for it. Rare is the Jedi who focuses on it. Master Dooku was one. He used Makashi and is widely considered one of the most dangerous duelists in the Order.”

“Then should I try to switch to Makashi?” Obi-Wan questioned curiously.

“What do your feelings tell you?” His master questioned back.

“…” Obi-Wan was silent, before he sat and crossed his legs. “I will meditate on this.”

“I will join you.” Qui-Gon kneeled as both closed their eyes and consulted the Force.

-]|[-

Finally, they arrived on Coruscant. The kids marveled at the sight of the planet. Unlike every other planet they’d been on, the capital of the Republic was covered in cities. Or to be more accurate, the entire planet was one gigantic city. There wasn’t an inch of green on the entire planet.

Anakin, meanwhile, prepared to shield himself and Padmé. Resisting the urge to take Sidious’s head the moment he saw him was going to be the biggest test of his patience in decades. Keeping the Sith Lord from feeling his hatred was going to be even harder. But Anakin would persevere. It wasn’t time for him to kill the man. He had use for Palpatine still, and he never learned when exactly his master had killed Plagueis, merely that the Dark Lord had frightened Sidious so much that the only way he could kill him was when the Muun had been asleep.

They flew towards the landing pad and Anakin turned to his pilot PROXY. “You will take the ship back up and wait for a call to pick us up once we disembark.” He stated, “I don’t want anyone sniffing around my ship.” PROXY agreed immediately and they quickly left the ship.

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan descended first and bowed to Palpatine and Valorum. They then got out of the way for Sabé in her disguise as Queen to greet the men. “It is a great gift to see you alive, your majesty.” Palpatine smiled charmingly at Sabé. Just hearing his voice sent a spike of anger through Anakin. To his credit, Palpatine didn’t even flinch at the battering that Anakin’s mere presence in the Force produced. Unlike the Jedi, he didn’t bother shielding himself. At least partially so that all attention would be on him and not his younglings or Padmé. A very Anakin solution to subtlety. “With the communications breakdown we’ve been very concerned. I’m anxious to hear your report on the situation.” He said, before introducing Chancellor Valorum.

“Welcome, Your Highness.” The elderly man greeted her as well. “It is an honor to finally meet you in person.”

“Thank you, Supreme Chancellor. I merely wish that it were not in such a dire situation.” Sabé responded as she, her handmaidens, and Anakin’s family began following behind the two politicians.

“Of course. I’ve called for a special session of the Senate to hear your position.” The old man told her.

“Thank you, Chancellor. I’m relieved to hear it.” She bowed to him, before her party went off with Palpatine.

…

Padmé resumed her role as Queen with a new outfit now and was sitting on a plush couch as she listened to her senator. Anakin was behind her with his hands behind his back, while two of her handmaidens surrounded them. “There is no civility, only politics. The Republic is not what it once was.” Palpatine was saying as he paced in front of her, “The Senate is full of greedy, squabbling delegates. There is no interest in the common good. I must be frank, Your Majesty. There is little chance the Senate will act on the invasion.”

Padmé didn’t know why Anakin wanted her to keep the footage they had a secret, but she trusted him. She didn’t mention it. “Chancellor Valorum seems to think there is hope.”

Palpatine seemed to age before them, “If I may say so, Your Majesty, the Chancellor has little real power. He is mired by baseless accusations of corruption. The bureaucrats are in charge now.”

“What options do we have?” Padmé asked him.

“Our best choice would be to push for the election of a stronger Supreme Chancellor. One who could control the bureaucrats and give us justice.” He paused for a moment to let that sink in and continued with visible hesitation, “You could call for a vote of no confidence in Chancellor Valorum.”

“He has been our strongest supporter.” Padmé refuted softly.

“Our only other choice would be to submit a plea to the courts.” Palpatine responded.

Padmé felt her heart sink, “The courts take even longer to decide things than the Senate. Our people are dying, Senator. We must do something to stop the Federation quickly.”

Palpatine looked rather defeated as he resumed his pacing, “To be realistic, Your Majesty… I think we’re going to have to accept Federation control for the time being.” He turned to look at her solemnly.

“That is something I cannot do.” She replied before sighing, “I will consider your words.”

“By your leave then, Your Majesty.” Palpatine bowed before walking from the room.

“Leave us.” Padmé said, and everyone but Anakin immediately walked away. She sagged into the sofa before looking behind her to Anakin, wordlessly asking for support. He pressed a button on his belt, which let out a noise that made her cringe for a moment. But it was a small price to pay for the destruction of any listening devices in the lavish room. He sat next to her and put an arm around her shoulder. She immediately snuggled into him for comfort.

“A vote of no confidence.” Anakin said softly, snorting humorlessly.

She sighs, “I guess I don’t have to ask what you think of that.” She said dryly.

“Senator Palpatine is correct about one thing, Padmé. The Senate will do nothing. We could bring Gunray before them and force a confession out of him and I doubt they would do anything. Whether the Chancellor is Valorum or someone else matters not. That’s why I dislike democracy.”

She startled against him and looked up in surprise, “What? But-”

“Democracy-” He said softly, interrupting her, “Is a wonderful ideal to strive for. In practice, this is what we get. A government mired in so much corruption that false accusations of corruption can render a Chancellor fangless. He cannot even corral his senators. We have individual corporations with full seats on the Senate while poor, struggling sectors on the Outer Rim don’t have any.”

“Aren’t you being too harsh?” She asked, “Democracy is the best way yet found for everyone to have a voice.”

“Just because someone has a voice doesn’t mean they have anything of value to say.” Anakin said, before snorting, “In fact, many people with absolutely nothing of value to say love opening their mouths.” That made Padmé scowl. “It is as Senator Palpatine said. Greed inevitably takes over. Politicians will lie and do everything possible to get elected. Some care for nothing more than their own power. Some started out with good intentions, but the allure of money is too strong for them to overcome. Few people are truly incorruptible, and worse, most people are easily swayed by false information. And then rather than admit they are wrong, they will double down because too many people are not adult enough to admit they made a mistake, regardless of how old they are.”

He sighed, “And we haven’t even gotten into agendas. Everyone has an agenda. Even you. Your current agenda is getting the Trade Federation the kriff off our planet. But for the Neimoidians? It’s more money. More power. They will stall and bluster and act outraged as if you’re the one in the wrong here.”

Padmé scowled again. She didn’t like this conversation. It was something she never would have expected out of Anakin. So she closed the subject, for now. “If our footage isn’t enough, should I call for the vote?”

“And who would the vote benefit, my Queen?” He asked her softly. As she opened her mouth to respond, Anakin answered his own question. “Certainly not our beautiful Naboo or its people. Maybe eventually, sure. But how long will that take? How long will Naboo suffer before the Senate comes to some form of decision? Think carefully, my queen.”

Padmé glared at the table before her as she thought about it. And then her eyes widened, and her neck nearly snapped as she whipped around to stare incredulously at him, “Are you kidding me?! You think Senator Palpatine wants to use this to elevate his position in the Senate?! It’s impossible! We’re not nearly important or influential enough! He’d never get the votes!”

“Search your feelings, Padmé.” Anakin responded, rubbing her shoulder. She closed her eyes and shook her head, but the truth of her realization was stark in the Force. Still, she shook her head. “There is no civility, only politics. The Republic is not what it once was.” Anakin used Palpatine’s own words against him.

“It’s just not possible!” Padmé still couldn’t believe it.

“Care to place a wager on that if you’re so confident, then?” Anakin asked in amusement.

She bit her lip, paling beneath her makeup. “Explain.” She said harshly.

“If a vote is called, Palpatine will somehow find himself with a sizable voting block behind him. After all, ‘Look what is happening to my beautiful Naboo!’” Anakin’s voice was derisive.

“Sympathy?!” She asked hotly, “You think he wants to use sympathy over this… this travesty to be elected?!”

Anakin sighed, “Mark my words, Padmé.” He stood and began to gently massage her shoulders. She closed her eyes and bit back a groan. “You won’t even have a chance to finish your petition before the rabble devolves into incoherent shouting. And whether you call for a vote or not, a vote will be called. And before the year is out, dear Senator Palpatine will somehow find himself sitting in the big chair.”

Padmé stood and narrowed her eyes at him. “You know something.”

“I know a great number of things.” Anakin agreed as he again walked around and sat down on the sofa. He pulled her to him and embraced her gently. “One day soon, I will share them with you.”

She shuddered against him. “If you knew it was bound to fail, why did you even bother asking Captain Panaka to collect the footage?”

“Because I’d love to be proven wrong about that useless, miserable rabble for once in my life.”

-]|[-

“Master Qui-Gon.” Master Mace Windu had an intense look on his face. “You may proceed with your report.”

Qui-Gon nodded and proceeded to tell them of how they had approached the Trade Federation’s flagship to bring an end to the blockade. He told them how the Neimoidians had made them wait far longer than strictly acceptable before trying to murder them with toxic Dioxis gas. How they had found an invasion army made up of droids and had stowed away to reach Queen Amidala. How they had journeyed through the planet’s core trying to reach Theed first but had been beaten there by the droid army. How they had snuck through the city in order to rescue the Queen.

And then Qui-Gon hesitated. He seemed to be debating with himself regarding what he was going to say.

“An interesting time, I suspect you’ve had, my grand-Padawan.” Grandmaster Yoda said softly. “Tell us what you experienced.”

Qui-Gon sighed, “We never got the chance to rescue the Queen. She had already been saved.” He pursed his lips, “By the most terrifyingly powerful being I’ve ever heard of, much less encountered.”

All of them frowned and sat up straighter, “A Dark Sider?”

“In part.” Qui-Gon admitted, “Masters, he was a walking Vergence in the Force. I believe he was responsible for the… incident from two years ago.”

All of them sucked in deep breaths. None of them could possibly forget that day. The day that every Jedi in the galaxy had felt what amounted to an earthquake in the Force. The ripples from that one event had taken months to fully dissipate. Younglings had been frightened, and even seasoned Knights had found themselves jumping at shadows on occasion. The quake had been neither Dark nor Light, but a pure disruption. It had caused the shadowy fingers of the Dark all of them had felt to retreat temporarily, allowing them to see like they hadn’t been able to in decades for a short while. “You are certain of this?” Mace asked intensely.

“Certain? No. But I do not see how it could be anything else. I obviously did not obtain his blood to test it myself, but I sensed no lie nor saw a reason for one regarding his Midichlorian count. Thirty-five thousand.” Qui-Gon stressed.

“And this boy practices the Dark Side?” Ki-Adi Mundi demanded, “It is clear what we must do. He must be detained.”

“No!” Qui-Gon’s gaze snapped to his. “Do not be so quick to jump to conclusions, Master Mundi.”

“Hmmm…” Yoda rubbed his chin, “Defensive, I sense you are.”

“The boy was… unique.” Qui-Gon stated. “He used the Dark Side, yes. But I sensed zero corruption within him. And unlike almost every Dark Side user this Order has encountered, he did not disdain the Light Side of the Force. Quite the opposite, actually.” He turned to Obi-Wan.

His young Padawan cleared his throat before speaking with just a hint of nerves, “He showed us a technique I’d only heard rumors of, Masters. Golden Flash.”

“That is preposterous.” Ki-Adi Mundi exclaimed. “That ability was lost even to the Jedi! Not even Grandmaster Yoda can use it!”

“I know what I felt, Masters.” Qui-Gon stated, “In one hand, he used Sith Lightning.” He showed his right hand, “And in the other, he used Golden Flash.” He showed his left hand. “At the same time. You know what I suspect.”

“Hmm…” Yoda closed his eyes, “That the Chosen One, he is.”

That made a ripple of worry flow through the council chambers. “No, I cannot believe you to be correct.” Windu said unflinchingly, “The Chosen One was said to bring balance to the Force.”

Adi Gallia looked pained as she stated, “The exact wording is ‘balance,’ Master Windu. Perhaps it was the Order that misunderstood the prophecy.”

Depa Billaba let out a snort, “If that is the case, then even I would have to concede that the Force has a sense of humor.”

Windu frowned severely, “What are his thoughts on the Jedi Order?” He asked Qui-Gon.

“Complicated.” The long-haired Master said. “Heretical, I’m sure many of our Order would think. He claims to despise Jedi-” several eyes narrowed, “-and yet he was perfectly cordial with me and my Padawan. I even requested that he spar with Obi-Wan, primarily to gauge his skill with a lightsaber.” He turned to Obi-Wan, who felt some embarrassment.

“He all but undressed me as we dueled.” Obi-Wan admitted, flushing just slightly, “And spent the entire spar chiding me for choosing a form I am apparently ill-suited for. He effortlessly defended against my attacks and ‘killed’ me several times to, well, show me the error of my ways, I suppose.”

“Strange behavior for a self-proclaimed Jedi hater.” Qui-Gon continued. “I will be frank with you, Masters. Anakin Skywalker, for all of his power with the Dark Side, did not come across as an enemy to me, and I do not believe we should endeavor to make him one. Not only does he fight like he was born with a lightsaber in his hand, but his sheer ability with the Force is nothing to take lightly. He is able to lift a full Multi-Ton Transport with the same ease you or I would lift a cup of caff. He annihilated an entire battalion of droids complete with tanks in seconds and then tossed the MTT two hundred meters to block off the main street.”

“Then it is imperative that we take him out now before the Dark Side corrupts him fully.” Ki-Adi Mundi was definitely the most rigid member of the entire High Council.

“Clouded, the future is.” Yoda sighed, “Meditate on this matter, I must.”

Qui-Gon bowed, as did Obi-Wan. They had done what they could. The ball was in the High Council’s court now.

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Despite what Anakin had warned her about, Padmé remained optimistic. She was joined on Naboo’s Senate pod by Palpatine himself as well as Anakin, Sabé, and two more handmaidens. Chancellor Valorum declared, “The chair recognizes the senator from the sovereign system of Naboo!”

Palpatine took control of their pod and flew it down to float in front of the center spire. “Supreme Chancellor, delegates of the Senate… A tragedy has occurred on our peaceful planet of Naboo. We have become caught in a dispute you’re all well aware of, which began right here with the taxation of trade routes, and has now engulfed our entire planet in the oppression of the Trade Federation.”

A second pod illegally descended. “This is outrageous! I object to the Senator’s statements!” This was Lott Dod of the Trade Federation. Anakin again lamented the idea of giving a corporation direct power in a democratic government.

Valorum’s face was stone-cold as he looked at Lord Dod, “The Chair does not recognize the Senator from the Trade Federation at this time.” Dod grumbled as he flew his pod back into place.

After a moment, Palpatine spoke again, “To state our allegations, I present Queen Amidala, recently elected ruler of the Naboo, who speaks on our behalf.”

Murmurs rang through the Senate chambers as Padmé stood and walked to the podium. Anakin could hear several senators deriding her for her age and it made him scowl. “Honorable representatives of the Republic, I come to you under the gravest of circumstances. The Naboo system has been invaded by force. Invaded...against all the laws of the Republic by the Droid Armies of the Trade-”

Again Lord Dod broke the rules. “I object! There is no proof!” The slimy Neimoidian declared, “This is incredible! We recommend a commission be sent to Naboo to ascertain the truth.”

“The Congress of Malastare concurs with the honorable delegate from the Trade Federation. A commission must be appointed!” This was Aks Moe, a corrupt Gran from the subjugated world of Malastare.

“Overruled.” Valorum said immediately. But immediately, Mas Amedda, the Vice-Chancellor of the Senate began to whisper.

“Enter the bureaucrat.” Palpatine murmured to Padmé. “The true rulers of the Republic. And on the payroll of the Trade Federation, I might add. This is where Chancellor Valorum’s strength will disappear.”

And like chronowork, a tired Valorum sighed, “The point is conceded. Will you defer your motion to allow a commission to explore the validity of your accusations?”

“I will not defer.” Padmé felt anger building inside her. “I’ve come before you to resolve this attack on our sovereignty now, not in six months when millions of my people will have starved.” She turned a heated glare on Lord Dod, and Anakin smirked as, despite not a single drop of her Force Presence leaking out, the slimy Neimoidian rocked back and started to look very fearful of the fourteen-year-old Queen. “And why should I defer, when I have proof of the Trade Federation’s misdeeds right here?” She took out a data disk to Palpatine’s shock and inserted it into the terminal.

Valorum received the transmission and played it. Holofootage of the droid army invading Theed appeared, first crushing the green forests on their way to the city and then marching droids stomping through the city.

Palpatine was astounded by the aggressive and intelligent move from his Queen, and secretly delighted. With her actions, she had all but assured his ascension even without the moves he made in the shadows. This move would work out even better for him than her calling for a vote of no confidence.

The Senate rotunda erupted furiously as senators began yelling. Everything from calls to immediately disarm the Trade Federation to the footage being faked to Padmé being an opportunistic, lying whore rained down on them. Anakin took careful notes of which senators were insulting Padmé.

She herself wished she could take Anakin’s hand for strength. After a few moments of watching Valorum trying in vain to wrest control of the Senate, her anger spiked. “How many?!” She declared, silencing the halls with her powerful oration, “How many other peaceful planets will the Trade Federation take advantage of? Denon? Eriadu? Milagro? Or will they grow daring enough to invade Alderaan next? Chandrila? If the Senate doesn’t move, perhaps it will be your world next!”

“It will be no world, Your Highness.” Valorum took the opportunity to declare hotly. “This invasion and blockade is illegal, and the Trade Federation is to immediately cease all operations-”

“THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!” Lord Dod blustered, “You are not even attempting to verify that the footage is legitimate!” He snarled, “I know what this is! You are not just corrupt but a Human Supremacist too!”

And then Padmé watched, horrified, as the Senate rotunda devolved into practically incoherent screaming from every angle. The only thing that brought any sort of order was the senator from Malastare screaming for a vote of no confidence. And that focused the yelling as more and more calls for Chancellor Valorum’s removal started to come in.

Stunned horror surged through Padmé. Everything… everything was going just as Anakin had warned her. Their secret weapon was being nullified by the bureaucracy. White hot anger surged within her as she clenched her fists inside her robes. ‘Maybe Anakin was right.’ The thought ripped through her, ‘Maybe democracy is a farce.’ For the first time in her life, she wanted to use everything Anakin had already taught her to make the senators do as she wished.

And through their bond, Anakin felt every bit of it. He hated causing her pain, but he knew this would just make her stronger.

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She was a sobbing wreck the second they were alone in her private rooms. Anakin held her and whispered sweet nothings in her ear as he tried to calm her down. She felt utterly helpless and the sheer anger that was coursing through her needed to be cooled. The Force was whipping around them, and Anakin’s focus was ensuring that it would not be felt outside of this room. He slowly soothed her, pulling her away from the Dark Side. She wasn’t anywhere near ready for that yet. “Oh, Ani.” She finally pulled back and looked up tearfully at him. Her makeup was completely smeared from her tears, “What can we do?”

“What do you want to do?” Anakin asked back gently.

“What do I want?” She asked hotly, “I want to go home. I want to tear the Trade Federation from our home and make them pay for this! And if the Senate will do nothing about it, then I WILL!”

He smiled, “That’s my girl.” She blushed hotly. “Sleep.” He said gently, “Relax. Center yourself. Tomorrow, we will plan.”

“I don’t know if I can.” She whispered to him.

“You can. You’re so strong, Padmé.” He whispered back, “And this will not break you. It will only make you stronger.” She hugged him, letting out another short sob. “Sleep.” He said hypnotically as he gently coaxed her to rest. As she slowly sagged against him, he began to use the Force to remove her hair ornaments and gently removed the makeup from her face. He inwardly chuckled at the thought of the conniptions the Jedi Order and the Sith would have if they saw him using the Force for such mundane things. He cradled her with the Force as he floated her above the bed, covering her with the blanket and then removing her clothes. He gently dropped her onto the fluffy cloud as the heavy gown slipped from beneath the blankets. His task done, he left her to her rest.

…

The next morning, the two of them had a mental conversation during breakfast. Once they finished, she immediately went up to Jar Jar while Anakin left, “Jar Jar Binks.” She said, and the Gungan stood at attention at her authoritative tone. “Anakin tells me the Gungans are warriors. Is this true?”

“Mhm.” Jar Jar nodded, “Wesa not dyin’ without a fight! Gungans have a Grand Army! Dat’s why yousa no liken us, mesa tinks.”

“I’ve never not liked the Gungans.” She shook her head, “And I regret the bad blood our people have had for so long. It is my hope that in our time of need, the Gungans will offer a hand in aid. That’s why I need your help.”

Jar Jar winced a little, “Mesa no know if da bosses will help. Bosses no liken mesa much.”

“I know. Qui-Gon told us.” She put a hand on his arm, “But if you can at least grant me an audience with them, I hope to convince them.”

He thought about it for a moment, before nodding rapidly and making his ears flop, “Mesa will help! Yousa can count on mesa!”

“Thank you.” She smiled as the first phase of their plans came to fruition.

Before she could say more, they were interrupted, “Your Highness!” Panaka called out as he strode eagerly into the room. “Your Highness!” He was all smiles as he bowed with Senator Palpatine strutting behind him. “Senator Palpatine has been nominated to succeed Chancellor Valorum as Supreme Chancellor.”

The older man was also all smiles. “A surprise, to be sure. But a welcome one.”

‘I’m sure it was.’ She had to bite back a sneer and keep her face impassive. Yet another prediction from Anakin coming to pass. She walked away from him towards the window.

“If elected, I promise to put an end to the corruption.” Palpatine declared as he followed her.

‘Or will you merely grease the right palms?’ Her new knowledge of the man was casting several of their previous interactions in a negative light. This man was just as much of a greedy, squabbling delegate as the rest of them. A career politician who wanted more power. She turned, “Who else has been nominated?”

“Bail Antilles of Alderaan and Ainlee Teem of Malastare.” Panaka declared.

“I feel confident our situation will create a strong sympathy vote for us.” He sat down and she could see the desire in his eyes that she had never noticed before. “I will be Chancellor.”

It made her want to reach out with the Force to see his thoughts, but Anakin had stressed that she must not use the Force at all here on Coruscant. He had yet to lead her astray. Instead she said, “Then I wish you luck, Senator.” Her voice was bland and regal, “But it is clear to me that the Republic no longer works. You’ll be fighting an uphill battle and it’s one I’m not sure you’ll win. Our people are dying while you’re playing politics.”

He stiffened, wondering what she had seen. He must have been coming on too eagerly and confidently. “Your Majesty, I-”

She shook her head. “Save it. Hopefully there will still be a Naboo by the time you’ve wrangled the Senate into something manageable.” She stared him down, secretly infuriating him. “If you manage it at all.” She strode past him towards the door.

His eyes widened even as fury began to boil within him, “Your Majesty, where are you going?”

“Back to Naboo.” She declared.

“Go back?!” Palpatine stood quickly, “But Your Majesty, be realistic! They’ll force you to sign the treaty!”

“Oh, we’ll sign a treaty alright.” She shot back as she turned to him. “It’s clear the Senate can do nothing, so I’ll do it myself. My fate will be no different than the fate of our people.” She turned back to the door. Captain Panaka hurried after her and she stopped suddenly and turned to him. “You are dismissed from my service, Captain.”

“What?” Panaka’s eyes widened, “Your Majesty, I-”

“Have undermined Anakin since I became Queen and have not had a shred of trust in me either. I know full well that you think I only appointed him because of a silly crush and that I’m nothing more than a foolish girl.” She said, and his eyes tightened in response. “I’m sure the senator could use your services.” She turned and walked away without saying another word.

And in that office, Darth Sidious raged.

…

Anakin had woken up early and had met with Valorum. It hadn’t been an appointment by any means, but getting into the man’s office was easy. “You…” Valorum narrowed his eyes. He wasn’t quite sober but was sober enough to recognize Anakin. “You were with Queen Amidala.”

Anakin inclined his head, “I have some questions for you.”

Valorum sighed, “Well, at least you’re not here to kill me. I suppose I’m not even worth that much these days.” He had officially been ousted but wouldn’t be clearing out of this office until the new Chancellor was elected.

“No, you have plenty of time left, Chancellor. It was merely your bad luck to be the target of games by much more evil people.” Anakin replied and Valorum’s eyes widened. He sat up straighter. “I would like to know what events led up to this debacle.”

Valorum was silent for a moment, “I suppose it all began with the events leading up to the Eriadu Trade Summit…” Anakin listened carefully as the man described his near assassination, the passing of Senate Resolution BR-0371, the raid on Dorvalla and the confiscated Aurodium finding its way into his bank account…

Anakin listened to it all as Valorum, determined to take down anyone involved in his removal, sang like a songbird. And Anakin recorded it all. He knew the brass tacks due to his history lessons but had never taken interest in the specifics before. Valorum even gave Anakin the Senate’s voting records for every incident he thought was even remotely relevant. It delighted him to see Palpatine’s name on so many of them.

He thanked the former Chancellor before vanishing from the office.

…

Anakin was waiting for Padmé and his family by the Revenant. He raised an eyebrow when he saw someone missing. “Where’s Panaka?”

Padmé smiled faintly, “Dismissed from my service.”

Anakin’s eyes widened momentarily before he joined her in smirking. “Good. He was getting on my nerves.”

“Mine too.” Padmé sighed and started to lead everyone to the ramp.

“Oh?” Anakin’s voice made her turn around and her face went blank as she saw various Jedi making their way to the ship. “Master Jinn. Padawan Kenobi.”

“Anakin.” Jinn bowed to him.

“I see you’ve brought the welcoming committee.” He said, feeling the stirrings of dissatisfaction in the man.

Qui-Gon grimaced, “Please be introduced to Masters Mace Windu, Ki-Adi Mundi, and Grandmaster Yoda.”

Anakin inclined his head to them. “I’d welcome you, but we’re in a hurry.” Padmé said.

“Going back to Naboo?” Qui-Gon asked. “If so, it would be our honor to aid you, Queen Amidala.”

“I confess that I am hesitant, Master Jedi. The Republic has not endeared itself to me these past weeks.” Padmé sighed at the thought.

“Our mission was to protect you, and that mission hasn’t changed.” Qui-Gon replied.

“And you will need aid.” Master Windu stated, before looking to Anakin. “We would like it if you would accompany us to the Jedi Temple, Anakin Skywalker.”

“Not interested.” Anakin responded flatly. “My place is with my Queen.”

“We insist.” Ki-Adi Mundi said, his hand reaching for his lightsaber.

“And what exactly are you detaining my retainer for?” Padmé demanded as she walked back to them. “You have no rhyme or reason to do so.”

Yoda stayed silent. He had not agreed with this course of action. Windu responded, “We are not detaining him. We merely have questions that must be answered.”

“So while my people starve and suffer, you expect me to either delay my departure or leave without my greatest ally?” She asked incredulously. “No. Unless you are arresting him for a legitimate crime, then we will not be doing either.”

“Only a Jedi may hold a lightsaber, and he uses the Dark Side of the Force.” Ki-Adi Mundi said.

“There is no law which states that.” Padmé replied hotly, “Nor a law that states that it is illegal to use the Dark Side. Even being a Sith isn’t technically illegal. I checked when I learned of his power. So unless you’re accusing Anakin of an actual crime, you have no leg to stand on.”

“It was awfully convenient for such a powerful Force user unaffiliated with the Order to be on Naboo during an invasion, endearing himself to you.” Ki-Adi Mundi accused. “You are using your dark powers to influence the Queen.”

Anakin rolled his eyes, “Ah yes, awfully convenient for me to be in my home.” He deadpanned.

“I had not even decided to run for office when Anakin moved to Naboo.” Padmé’s exasperation was growing as she glared at the old man. “And we met before I even officially launched my campaign. Anakin has been my friend since long before I was elected and has been helping me ever since. Something you Jedi haven’t done a bit of. He’s the reason we even made it past the blockade. This is nothing more than dogmatic, religious discrimination.”

The standoff grew tense as Ki-Adi Mundi drew his lightsaber. “You will turn yourself in, boy.” He was the only one.

Anakin smirked, “By all means, Master Jedi,” he decided to throw fuel on the fire. He had always hated this particular Master, “If you think you can take these sabers from me, come at me.”

“Anakin!” Padmé gasped.

“Authorize this, I did not.” Yoda finally spoke. “Master Mundi, away, put it.”

“Master Yoda-!” Ki-Adi Mundi protested.

“Oh, you need not worry, Master Yoda. Master Mundi just wants a friendly duel, does he not?” Anakin goaded the man more. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan’s eyes widened.

Mundi ignited his saber and most people on the platform gasped. “Stop this right now!” Padmé demanded. The kids and Shmi had their hearts in their throats.

“Relax, love.” Anakin uncrossed his arms. “If the Jedi wish to be humbled, then I’m always game.” He raised his hand, and everyone, even the other Masters were forcibly but gently moved away, allowing Anakin and Ki-Adi Mundi space. Yoda and Windu especially were shocked to find they could not overcome his gentle push.

“Draw your blade, Sith.” Mundi demanded.

“One, I’m not a Sith.” Anakin replied blandly. “And two, I don’t need it for the likes of you.” he purposefully goaded the man with a burst of the Dark Side.

Mundi attacked and Anakin raised his hand, holding Mundi’s hand and saber in place with the Force. “Weak.” He moved his hand and Mundi’s entire body jerked, flipping head over heels in an aerial cartwheel. The man landed on his feet, backing away quickly. “I thought you wanted to detain me?” Anakin smirked at the man, “Why are you backing away?”

‘What are you doing Anakin?!’ Padmé asked in her own head.

Mundi was much more cautious as he approached again. He then lashed out with a disabling strike to Anakin’s leg. Anakin dodged it almost lazily. “Tut, tut, at least make it a challenge for me.” Mundi attacked again, much faster and with more vicious blows. Anakin dodged everything, barely moving from his spot. Every once in a while, Anakin would just block a strike with the Force and push the increasingly-irritated man away. Eventually, Mundi went for an overhead strike and Anakin raised a hand to catch it, before moving it down and pushing Mundi in the chest. The Jedi Master slid back, before Anakin summoned his lightsaber into his hand. Mundi tried his hardest to keep a grip on his treasured blade but was unable to keep Anakin from ripping it from his grasp.

Anakin smirked as it landed in his hand before he started to squeeze. The lightsaber cracked and then exploded in his hand. The Force prevented his palm and fingers from even warming up. The immensely hot blade extinguished, and Anakin tossed the mangled tube at Mundi’s feet. Shards of its crystal fell onto the landing pad. “Better luck next time.” Mundi stared at his destroyed weapon in sorrow.

Windu wanted to walk forward but Yoda caught his attention, shaking his head. “Enough, this is. Told you, I did, that the right path, this was not.” He said as he looked at Anakin grimly. “Necessary, that also was not.”

Anakin chuckled lightly, “I did warn Qui-Gon that I don’t like Jedi. Your sanctimonious attitudes rub me the wrong way.” He said in amusement, “So why don’t we agree to just stay out of each other’s way, hmm?”

“Yes, in fact, let me make that official.” Padmé snarled, “You Jedi are no longer welcome on Naboo so long as I am Queen.”

Windu grimaced as he realized just how badly they had miscalculated and been outmaneuvered. Anakin had probably planned that exact response.

Qui-Gon was also grimacing as he bowed to Padmé, “Your Highness, I had nothing to do with that display, and I certainly do not agree with their actions.”

“You did nothing to stop it either.” Padmé retorted.

Anakin chuckled, “Come on now, my Queen. We can make an exception for friends, can’t we?”

Padmé looked at him for a moment, before she turned around so no one could see her roll her eyes. “Fine. But no others. Other than Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn, the Jedi are henceforth banned from Naboo.” She stomped up the ramp.

Which meant she missed it when Ahsoka ran forward and kicked Ki-Adi Mundi in the shin. “Ow!”

“Meanie bantha poodoo!” She yelled, “Don’t be mean to papa!” She glared with her fists on her hips. Mace Windu and Yoda almost cracked smiles.

“Ahsoka!” Anakin let out a surprised chortle, “Get back here.” He summoned her into his arms. “Don’t do that again.” He chided her, though he was dying of laughter inside. “Well my Jedi,” Anakin said as everyone loaded onto the ship, “I’d say it was fun but… it really wasn’t.” The ramp closed and the ship immediately took off.

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It’s real Mundi hating hours.