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It was another usual day in the Coruscant Guard.  The Boys in Red were doing their usual routines of dealing with the psychopathic man children that were the Senators, and the handful that were actually decent.  Fox was growling to himself as he signed yet another paper with Palpatine’s forged signature.  One of the dozen or so shinies he’d roped into doing paperwork with him came with a stack of paper for Palpatine to sign.  “Is he always relying on you to do the paperwork?” the shiny asked Fox.

“Yeah.  He’s too busy grooming Skywalker to bother,” Fox snarled.  “Ori'dush di’kut thinks no one notices…”

“To be fair, most people don’t seem to,” one of the shinies replied.  “Oh, here’s a law about clones being allowed to be ‘used sensually’... I think I’m going to vomit.”

“Easy, vod.  That’s thankfully something I’m allowed to veto,” Fox said, grabbing the paper.  “Huh.  Seems Amidala came through again.  It’s outside the margin of overriding a veto.”

“Ori'vor'e, Senator,” all of the clones said at once, as Fox viciously vetoed the bill.

“Bly probably was the only one hoping it’d pass,” another shiny snarked.  “He’d probably whoop for joy at being able to legally get on one knee and propose.”

“Jedi still can’t marry,” Fox replied.

“Didn’t stop General Skywalker or Bly’s general,” another snarked back.

“Speaking of Skywalker… one of us really should try to talk to him about what the Chancellor is doing to him… and has been for… how long?”

“Since he was nine.  None of us were alive when this started,” Fox snarled.  “I’ve been putting a case together in my free time.”  Fox pulled out a data-slate.  “Got a couple hundred of these.  I deliberately forget where most of them are so they can’t be tortured out of me.  Want some?  If you can, get it to Rex.  He might get it through the General’s head that he’s being abused.”

“Anyways, here’s another law… ‘Senators cannot be prosecuted by Drug Enforcement Agencies’...”

Fox let out a loud groan.  “I need some frakking caf…” he grumbled, getting up from the pile.  “Where is the Chancellor, anyways?  Still in his office?”

“Yeah.  Apparently Senator Amidala and General Skywalker are talking to him about that Zillo Beast thing.  You heard about it?”

“Her, from the rumors.  Big creature, right?  Scales that are supposed to eventually go into our armor?” Fox asked.

“Yeah.  Apparently the scuttlebutt’s that they might have to kill it.”

*****

Goose, of the Coruscant Guard, was alone with the Zillo beast.  The scientist and the di’kut Chancellor were gone for the night.  “Hey, girl,” he said to the massive beast.  Said beast turned to look at him.  “Yeah, the Chancellor’s gone.  Just you and me,” he said, sitting down.  “You’re not appreciating this, are ya?” he asked.  There was a small rumble.  “Thought not.  Tests came back.  You’re intelligent.  Though, I bet you already knew that, huh?”  There was another rumble.  “Yeah, you’re not that bad.  Wish you wouldn’t have killed a lot of my brothers on Malastere.  Would’ve been a lot more sympathetic to you.  Then again, you’re in our worst nightmare right now- experimented on by demagolkas who want to see how to kill you the most painfully.”  There was a now more… pitying rumble?  It sure sounded like that.  “It sucks, honestly.  I’m here, fighting for a Republic that sees me as a meat droid, and you’re about to be sliced to bits for your armor.”

The Zillo Beast turned its head as much as it could, and let out another noise.  “If you’re asking me to free you, the answer’s no.  I’d get decommissioned, and end up in the situation you’re in now.  Besides, your armor would likely save me and my brother’s lives… and maybe even some of the Jedi’s lives.  You don’t know who the Jedi are, do you?”  There was a slight shake of the beast’s head.  “They’re… what makes life worth living, I guess.  Almost all of them treat us with respect, and more than three quarters see us as actual people.  And then there are those who have actually started trying to adopt some of us as their ad.  Lucky bastards in the 104th get the Jedi Master who’s determined to be the team Buir, and I’m stuck doing guard duty for a giant lizard thing.”  Goose would’ve continued his grumbling, when the doctor came back.  “Dr. Boll, have you received the toxins necessary?” he asked.

“Yes, Goose.  I would recommend you stand back.  She then turned to the Zillo beast.  “Don’t worry, this will all be over soon,” she promised.  “Release the toxins!”

*****

She watched the small fish thing bring in the killing gas.  She could smell it, and knew it would kill her.  She did not want to die.  The gas then was pumped around her.  She screamed, but to everyone’s surprise, the gas was not in high enough quantities to kill her.  All it did was make her stronger, and dulled her pain.  With a mighty roar, she ripped herself from the lightning prison.  She heard the small ones scream, as she brought down their perches.  She saw the white one fall.  He had been kind, unlike the others.  Additionally, he would not be filling.  Thus, she extended a claw, and caught him.

*****

Goose screamed as he plummeted down towards the ground.  ‘Not even a clanker laser… but the dirt!’ he mentally groaned, before something brown caught him.  It was one of the beast’s massive claws.  It deposited him on the ground, as the beast roared at the doctor.  “It’s loose!” she radioed, before it lunged at the wall.  A casual swipe of its tail sent her pod crashing to the ground.  Goose leapt into action, and hauled her from the wreckage.

“Do you think the walls could hold it?  Or can the AT-TEs outside stop it?” She asked. 

“Her, actually.  We determined that the Zillo beast in question is female,” Goose replied. 

“That says nothing as we don’t know the sexual dimorphism of this creature,” the doctor said. 

“Yes, it would’ve been fascinating to see the difference between a male and female building sized monster,” Goose deadpanned.  The two watched the Zillo beast force the wall open, and then it got up on top of the facility.  “What’s she doing?” Goose asked.  “What’s in that direction?”

“The Senate building!”

*****

Fox chugged the caf, after making sure that the medic of the guard, Needles, hadn’t spiked the drink with drugs to get him to pass out, which was wrong in all the ways of the word.  He then decided to check in on the Supreme Chancellor, wondering if today would be the day he’d have the guts to arrest him for grooming a child.  He opened the door, seeing General Skywalker and Senator Amidala.

“I’m sorry, Senator, but I’ve already issued the termination order.  Ah, here comes the doctor now,” Palpatine said.  “Doctor?  When will we be able to begin taking the scales?”

“Sir, we have a problem.   The Zillo beast got loose.”   That made Fox’s blood run cold.

“It got loose?” Palpatine asked, sounding only mildly concerned.

“Yes, sir.  The beast is heading your way!”

“What?!” Palpatne exclaimed, now nervous.  “That’s impossible!  It must’ve gone in a random direction!”

“Sir!”  Fox watched Goose walk into the hologram.  “I’ve got reports.  It’s heading straight for the Senate building!  It’s a direct line!”

“This is not your area of expertise, Clone,” Palpatine instructed.

“Yes, Sir,” Goose said, walking out of the hologram.

Fox then walked into the room.  “Sir!  I heard that report.  I’d suggest you evacuate as well.  Senator Amidala, General Skywalker, if you’ll follow me,” he instructed.  Padme did so.  Fox turned to look at Palpatine.  “Here’s hoping your scheme doesn't get us all killed!”

*****

She raced across the fake ground, able to tell the small ones were crushed.  She licked the remains off of her claws.  Bah!  Barely a sliver!  No, the Darkness she craved was getting closer.

“I find this conspiracy theory that the Jedi are prolonging this terrible war to gain more power just that, a conspiracy,” the voice of her prey rang out.  She paused, and growled.  It was not the real prey, just a fake version on that false-rock.  With a roar, she smashed through it, as metal birds dropped from the sky, and unleashed their glowing stingers.  She paid them no heed.  She stormed over to the largest of the false-rocks, and began to climb.  After a while, and scaring some of the little ones who lived inside the false rock (They were far more different then the little ones she was familiar with), she came to the top.  She let out a roar, as she saw the large false-rock where her prey resided… and could smell more darkness.  Not as much as the older little one… but still enough for her to never run out of food.  It would make a wonderful nest.

*****

“I will not evacuate just because there is a terror on the loose!  That will be demoralizing!” Palpatine complained.

“And I’m not leaving without the Chancellor!” Anakin told Fox.

“Listen, I’m in charge of your safety, and right now, there’s 60 thousand tons of pissed off invincible lizard coming this way!  So let’s move it!” he ordered, waving his gun in a ‘follow me’ gesture.

“But-” Palpatine began.

“Move your shebs!  It’s coming into view!”  Fox shouted, pointing at the Zillo beast.  Sure enough, it was.  It was leaping from building to building- a feat something so large should not be able to do.

“How’s it doing that?!” Padme exclaimed.

“Frak if I know, senator.  It’s like watching a Jedi use their Force oisk to jump.  You don’t question it.”

“I do believe evacuating would be good,” Palpatine mused, following them into the elevator.

“Good.  Now let’s get out of here until-” Fox began, before a roar cut him off.  The glass shattered.

“Never mind the time, let’s go!” Anakin shouted, dragging him along with them.  They raced down a secret hidden passage (Well, the clones knew about it.)  They arrived in a shuttle bay, where a small craft awaited.

“I’m sorry, but the shuttle only seats one passenger,” Palpatine said sadly.  Fox guessed that he’d been hoping it’d seat two.

“Then we’d best get Senator Amidala out of here,” Fox said, deciding on who was actually worth the said seat.

“Excuse me?!” Anakin exclaimed.

“Commander, that shuttle is for me,” Palpatine said.

“Why?  So you can survive this night, and have me dig through more paperwork to find what emergency powers you can grab?!” Fox snarled.

“CC-1010-” Palpatine began, before Fox punched him.

“Oh, that is so going to be worth it,” he said, as the old man went sprawling against the shuttle.  “Senator, please do me a favor and shoot his wrinkly arse.”

“WHAT?!” everyone shouted at once.

“Found an old Republic law that says that a senator from Naboo can fight for political positions with another Naboo senator… or with anyone, really,” Fox said.  “Must’ve been when you were still warring kingdoms.”

“That law no longer exists!  And you, CC-1010, will be decommissioned for this!”

“It does exist, actually.  The motion to repeal it had a recess, and they forgot about it,” Fox said, removing his helmet, showing his evil smirk.  “And believe me when I saw every single vod would kill to have Senator Amidala in charge.”

“You’re out of line, Fox!” Anakin snarled.  As they spoke, Palpatine got aboard the shuttle, shooting Fox a glare of immense hatred.  He opened his mouth to shout something, but the roar of the shuttle prevented him from hearing it.  Fox watched the shuttle take off, heart sinking.

“Rex is going to kill me for blowing this chance…” he grumbled.

“What’s Rex have to do with you striking the Chancellor!?” Anakin shouted.  Just then, they all heard the roar of the Zillo beast.  From the open window, they all had a front row seat to its jaws crunching down on the shuttle, swallowing it in one gulp.

*****

She found them!  One of the white hatchlings had tried to prevent the one in darkness from escaping, but to no avail.  She could smell the hooks the dark one had in the little one with the false-hand, and it made what she was about to do all the better.  Before the sleep-time her kind had gone to, those with those hooks in hatchlings tasted the best.  He was in a smaller fake bird.  She lunged towards it, and decided to mock him, by sending him a mental burst of pure victory.  And then… crunch.  The strange rock that made up the false-bird was crushed, and she tasted two morsels… but where was the darkness?!  The dark one had enough darkness to sustain her for countless nights, yet there was nothing!  She let out a roar of frustration, after making sure that she had swallowed.  It was better to make sure the dark one was gone.

*****

Anakin just stared in shock at the beast.  “Palpatine!” he cried out in pain, collapsing to the ground in horror.

Fox just let out a sigh of relief.  “I’m going to live the next time I see Rex,” he said.  The two distraught nat-borns paid him no heed, as Padme helped Anakin up, and gave him a hug.  Anakin cried on her shoulder for quite some time, which made Fox want to empty his blaster in the Chancellor… but that wasn’t going to be possible as the old pervert was either a red stain in a giant lizard’s mouth or ground into slurry in said lizard’s gut.  Speaking of the Zillo Beast, it was sniffing around the Senate Building.  “What’s it doing?” he asked himself, as the beast scurried away.  He looked out of the hole, and saw it beginning to head for the grand entrance.  “Oh no,” he groaned, leaping out of the gaping wreckage, and onto the slope of the building.  He activated the magnetic plates on his boots (made for zero-gravity fights, but good for building-walking) and set after it.

“Goose, come in!” he ordered on his comm.

“Roger, sir.  Uhhh… I see the Zillo Beast from here… hey, who was on that minishuttle?”

“The Chancellor,” Fox said.

“Well it seems the Guard’s Life Day has come early in that regard.  Shame that we’ll have to put it down, most likely.”   There was a rumble.  “Uh oh…”

“Goose, what was that?” Fox asked.

“Uhh… the toxin apparently does not react well to being in large quantities… it ignited itself.  Hold on.”  The connection was cut, leaving Fox to grumble as he watched the Zillo beast ram itself into the Senate building.

“This can’t be good,” he groaned, seeing the gunships hover next to him.  He reversed the magnetism, and flew into one.  “Evening, General Yoda,” he said.

“Good evening, Commander Fox.  Updates, are there?”

“Chancellor’s dead.  The Zillo Beast ate his shuttle.  And now it’s trying to break into the Senate building.”  As they watched, it finally rammed a hole into the building, and began to widen it.  “Correction:  It has broken into the building for Force-knows-what reason.”

“Concerned at the Chancellor’s death, you do not appear,” Yoda said, eyebrows raised.

“At this point, I’d prefer a new Chancellor.  The issue is that there’s definitely going to be a power struggle for those who will claim to be… oh.  Oh, that’s an idea,” he said.  Who said lack of sleep was a bad thing!  It always led to his good ideas!

“Plotting, what are you?” Yoda asked.

“The Law of Combat.  It’s an old Naboo law that was forgotten about.  With it… I think we just found our new Chancellor.”

“I am unfamiliar with this law,” General Windu, who was also there, said.

“Basically if a sentient beats a Naboo king, senator, or in this case, Chancellor, in combat… they get the position.”

“See where you are going with this, I do,” Yoda said.  “Agree with this, I do not.”

“Well, if it’s sentient, the law gives it the right to try,” Fox said, opening the com.  “Goose, are you still alive?”

There was smoke, as Goose dragged the scientist from the ruins on the hologram.  “Barely.  The toxin-production isn’t possible anymore, so for now we’d better keep her contained.”

“Her?” Fox asked.

“The Zillo Beast is female and fully sentient, from what we can tell,” Goose said.

“Good.  Good,” Fox said, turning off the com.  “Well, she apparently fits the criteria.  Now, I’ll return to my office, and meet with the new Chancellor tomorrow.  Would you be so kind as to take me there?”

“End poorly, this can only,” Yoda deadpanned.  “Popcorn, I must have.”

Chapter Text

Fox returned to his office, and proceeded to let out hysterical laughter.  “A beast that can’t even read!  No more paperwork!” he roared.  “I’m free!  FREE!”  He HAD to get this to the others.  He quickly changed channels on the com.

Channel name:  CCChat

Foxtrot:  @everyone I have great news!

Rextangle:  Vod it’s 2300 this BETTER be good

Codalicious:  Agreed.

Mr. Secura:  Did you pass that bill like I asked?

Woof:  Bly stop fantasizing about that garbage.  Buir almost Fell when he heard that was in the works.

Rextangle:  Hold up Plo Koon almost went sith?!

Woof:  Key word:  Almost.

Woof:  But yeah.  He was pissed .  Screeching and everything.  Told us he’d personally murder anyone who signed the bill.

Foxtrot:  I have the list.

Woof:  DM me.

Ponds:  Does it involve Big, Green, and Scaly?

Foxtrot:  Actually yes

Woof:  Wat

AGreeable:  Yeah, wat

Mr. Secura:  Did General Yoda bulk up?

Mr. Secura:  Bufffda.jpeg

Foxtrot:  WHAT THE KRIFF IS THIS

Rextangle:  What… I don’t…

Codalicious:  Why.  Why u do dis.

Woof:  I need eye bleach.

Foxtrot:  No, I’m talking about the Zillo Beast.

Foxtrot:  ZilloBeast.jpeg

Woof:  What is that?!

Foxtrot:  The Zillo Beast.  Nearly 100 meters long, and scales that are basically invincible.  Pedotine had it brought to Coruscant.

Woof:  He WhAt

Foxtrot:  My reaction.  So then it’s supposed to be killed, even though apparently it’s sentient.  Also female.

Woof:  So angry giantess lizard woman?

Codalicious:  Do not continue that line of thinking.

Mr. Secura:  Agreed.

Rextangle:  More eyebleach, please.  And what does this have to do with the di’kut grooming my General?

Foxtrot:  First, during evac, I got to sock Sheevile in the face.

Woof:  You’ll get decommissioned!

Rextangle:  I officially love you.  I’m buying all of your drinks.

Codalicious:  God I wish that were me.

Codalicious:  ObiWanGutsPedotine.jpeg.

Codalicious:  Or this.

Foxtrot:  Sorry, Vod.  That last bit isn’t ever happening, as the Zillo beast ate him.

Codalicious:  Wat.

Rextangle:  Palps is dead!?

Foxtrot:  Oh yeah.  Whole shuttle.  The lizard’s in the Senate building rn.  It tore a hole in it and just went in.  I’ve got the cameras… and she’s licking the pods… for some reason.

Rextangle:  I will get down on one knee and propose to her.

Codalicious:  Same.

Mr. Secura:  If I weren’t married I’d do the same.

Mr. Secura:  Fuck

Woof:  MARRIED!?

Rextangle:  First General Skywalker, and now YOU?!

Mr. Secura:  Ye

Mr. Secura:  We tied the knot last week officially.  We’re legally married now, instead of just by words we’ve said to each other.

Mr. Secura:  I had to take responsibility.

Foxtrot:  No.

Foxtrot:  You did NOT.

Foxtrot:  There’s no frakking way.

Codalicious:  You’re lying.  You have to be lying.

Woof:  Are you frakking serious?!

Mr. Secura:  I’m gonna be a Buir!

Rextangle:  He IS serious.  Two great things in one day.

Codalicious:  But how are you going to keep this from the Jedi?!

Mr. Secura:  We really can’t, ngl.  Aayla said she’d be willing to leave the Jedi Order if it came to that. 

AGreeable:  Holy crap, vod!

Ponds:  I genuinely fear what's going to happen to you… three?

Mr. Secura:  It’s too soon to tell.  Aayla said that she knew because of the blooming brightness in the Force, but we don’t know if it’s from one baby or more.

Ponds:  As happy as we all are, back to topic.  The Zillo Beast killed the Chancellor.

Foxtrot:  Ye.  I’m pretty sure I could make the Senators choose whoever we want.

Rextangle:  HOW

Foxtrot:  Have them vote when they’re blackout drunk, with Senator Amidala as one option and literally whoever I want as the other.

Ponds:  Damn why can’t she take over??

Mr. Secura:  You want her to take the job?

Woof:  The boys here also want her to do it.  I’ve just got the pinups of her confiscated.

Rextangle:  I can almost hear the General Falling from that.  But yeah, I wish she’d be Chancellor, especially with what the Groomer Supreme has been amassing.

Codalicious:  Yeah.  Like fr, he could probably declare himself an Emperor or something and everyone would frakking be OK with it.

Ponds:  Not us.

AGreeable:  Oh no, not us indeed.

Foxtrot:  Well, I have a Plan™.

Ponds:  O no.

With that, Fox closed the comm channel for the commanders, and went back to his paperwork.

*****

It was 0500 when Fox finished the final bit.  By then, his brain was completely delirious, as he hadn’t gotten a cup of Caf for three hours, as he swore he’d seen Needles spiking the machine.  “I’d better get these to Palpatine…” he murmured, stumbling to his office.  He slammed the doors open (Where were the guards?) and found that he wasn’t there.  “Huh… where would I be if I was the Supreme Chancellor… oh!  The Senate Building!  He’s probably practicing some speech or something,” he said.  With that in mind, Fox strolled into the Senate Building, carrying the flimsi with him.  He knocked on the door,and saw that they’d installed a skylight!

“That’s a huge problem in regards to snipers…” he mused, going through the unlocked doors.  “And why are these unlocked?!” he exclaimed to no one in particular, having noticed that they were, in fact, unlocked.  He then immediately looked up to the main pod where Palpatine usually was, yet there wasn’t anyone there.

“Oh frak, he’s probably at his apartment or some-” Fox never got to finish that, as he just collapsed, the mental rug pulled out from underneath his feet.  He was asleep before his armor would’ve hit the floor.

*****

She was awoken from her nap when she heard the little one’s entrance opening.  She turned her head, and could tell that it was the hatchling that had tried to stop the Dark One from leaving.  She felt his exhaustion.  His eyes completely missed her, which was definitely a warning sign.  After all, she knew the little ones saw her as a predator, and their instincts would make them run.  So she watched as he stared dumbly at the hole she had made.  She wondered if she should ask some of them to patch it up.  He then said things in his weird language. If she strained she could understand.  And then he noticed the doors were unlocked, and she felt his frustration.  Well, a good mother knows when it’s time for hatchlings to sleep, so she sent a gentle suggestion to him.  He immediately toppled over, which caused her to start.  She lunged her hand at him, and caught him before he could injure himself.  She then brought him closer to her, and coiled around the small one.  She soon fell back asleep as well, but maintaining a vigilance mentally.  No bad dreams would assile the hatchling, who so desperately needed to sleep.

*****

Fox awoke to the Senate building… Specifically, he was on the floor of it.  “What the kriff happened?” he grumbled to himself, reaching under his helmet to rub his face.  “Did Needles use a delayed-action sleep drug again?”  He then ran his hands on the floor.  “Ok, what was I doing? I was going to talk to Palpatine… oh.  Wow, I must’ve been delirious,” he groaned.  “Where am I again?” he asked himself.  Looking around, it appeared that he was in a large circular room… and were the walls moving!?  Ok, that wasn’t the weirdest thing he’d seen.  A lot of offices had moving walls if you knew how to look.  “Did the Senate get an evacuation route?” he asked, getting up.  Of course, this led to the walls moving faster.  They looked familiar for some reason… but he couldn’t put his finger on it.  Then the face showed up.  Fox stared into the eye the size of himself, which blinked slowly.  Fox was completely frozen.  Now he realized that the ‘walls’ were just the creature surrounding him.  He wanted to go for a blaster, but this thing had shrugged off AT-TE shots with absolutely zero trouble.  So he just stood there, a cornered fly against this giant thing that had made his life easier and harder at the same time.

She felt his thoughts of confusion when the hatchling awoke.  She lifted her head to check on him.  To her immense sadness, he was radiating so much fear she could taste it in her mouth.  She didn’t want to taste his fear.  She wanted him to feel safe.  While she was unable to communicate with them in their tongue, and barely being able to understand it, maybe she could try to communicate with the inner voice.  He had proved receptive to the request to sleep.  Thus, she decided to be a bit careful.

Fox didn't move a muscle for a while.  He didn’t know how long he just stood there, until he felt… something.  It was like someone was ruffling his head, but from the inside.  It wasn’t really unpleasant, just really, really unfamiliar.  It stopped after a moment, which made him really confused.  And then came the thoughts.  They were definitely not his.  They all carried a feeling of concern.  And that was when he knew that they weren’t coming from him.

“No.  No, you can’t be force-sensitive,” he declared.  “I am not prepared to deal with that fucking mess,” he grumbled.  The eyes of the beast narrowed, before Fox felt an emotion pressing on him that reminded him of when he got scolded by the trainers.

“Are… are you scolding me for my language!?” he exclaimed.  There was another brush, this one of approval.  “Great.  And you know Basic.  This’ll be fun.”  Before he said anything else, the comn alert pinged.

Redshirt Brigade:

Foxtrot:  Who the frakk pinged me? I am already dealing with Too Much Shit.

Thired of the Senate:  You’re alive!

Stoned:  I don’t have to worry about doing your paperwork!

Foxtrot:  What?

Pins:  You were up late, AGAIN.  And you fell into a delirious state.

Foxtrot:  And for once it wasn’t because of you, Needles.

Thorn In Your Side:  I watched you walk mindlessly into the Senate Chambers.  You know, where the big Lizard thing is??

Foxtrot:  It was a mistake.

Thired of the Senate:  We’ve been debating on who gets to go in to see how much of you is left.  You went in 30 hours ago.

Fox snapped up to the Zillo beast.  “You made me sleep for a full day?!” he exclaimed.  He got a gust of breath from that, which knocked him off his feet.

Foxtrot:  adflkadsfodsnqewruiiyyovdsyuoab

Pins:  ??

Stoned:  Fox?!

Thired of the Senate:  Commander!?

Thorn in Your Side:  Did you fall?!

Fox groaned as the concerned chat messages flooded into the com.  The beast passed a thought of concern after he fell over, and then happiness when he stood up.

Foxtrot:  I was knocked out by the Zillo Beast.

Pins:  That’s Not Comforting.  Now I’ll have to check for concussion.

Foxtrot:  No.  I passed out mid-step.  And now she’s sending me mental messages.

Stoned:  Wait… what?

Thired of the Senate:  What Stone said.

Foxtrot:  It’s like the Jedi.  She’s force-sensitive.

Stoned:  O no

Thired of the Senate:  Are you sure?!

Pins:  Fascinating.

Stoned:  Goose didn’t mention that.  I’ll have to talk with him.

Foxtrot:  And now she’s sending me vibes.  I appreciate the attempts at communications, ma’am, but Please Do Not send that many vibes at once.  I don’t want to see my vode as cadets.

Stoned:  Is she seeing us as kids?

Foxtrot:  She literally sent me a mental scolding for swearing.  I think she’s going for the Team Mom role.  And DO NOT POST PORN.

Thorn in Your Side:  Good luck keeping that rule.  Anyways the Senate’s still in Recess.  Tomorrow there will be a Senate meeting over who to elect as a new Chancellor, and then it’s that one gala.  You know, the one that they decide to be as hedonistic as possible?

Foxtrot:  Yeah, that’s part of my plan.

Stoned:  Your plan?

Foxtrot:  It’s time for my revenge on the Senate.  I’m appointing a Supreme Chancellor who can’t assign me paperwork!

Pins:  You’re… nominating the Zillo Beast, aren’t you?

Thorn in Your Side:  That’s ridiculous!

Foxtrot:  It’s what I’m doing.

Thired of the Senate:  This can only end poorly.  I’m gonna need popcorn.

Foxtrot:  General Yoda said something similar.

Fox closed the comn channel for the Guard with a snap.  He then began to walk out of the Senate Chambers.  Tomorrow was apparently when the Senators would meet up again.  “Ma’am, you should probably leave the building tomorrow,” he asked of the 60 kiloton beast.  He got a cocked head and a feeling of confusion.  “The senators have to have an emergency session over the death of the previous Supreme Chancellor- yes, the person you ate.  And no, every Vod here thanks you for that.  But if the Senate sees you here, they’re likely to order us to remove you, and threaten to Decommission us if we can’t succeed.”  There was a nudge in his thoughts.  It was questioning, evidently not sure what that word meant.  With a sigh, Fox went back to one of his earlier memories, where the Kaminoans told the then two-year-old clones (So they looked four) what ‘decommissioning’ was, and what would warrant it.  The furious roar was expected, and the wrapping of protect-love-care that nearly buried him was appreciated.  The Zillo Beast just coiled around the Supreme Chancellor pod, and gave Fox a very stubborn look.  “There’s no way I’m going to get you to move, is there?” he asked.  The beast harrumphed in confirmation, scratching her face.  Fox let out a weary sigh.  “Just… don’t let the Senators decommission us if we can’t remove you, all right?”  The very, very powerful Vibe that basically screamed ‘I won’t let them touch you’ almost made him tumble to the ground.  “Thanks, Ma’am,” he said, leaving the Senate building.  Just as he did, he had the mental image of a bubbling brook cross his mind.  “Fine, I’ll go get some water,” he grumbled.  He stormed out of the Senate building, and drank deeply from a water cooler he found.  There weren’t really that many senators today.  He still made sure to put his bucket on.  He began the usual patrols- more of a habit then anything, really- when he heard Senator Amidala.  From the sound of it, there was an argument.  He speed-walked towards her voice (because if he had a credit for how many times an argument with her happened at the same time there was some massive fuckup then he’d be able to bribe the Trade Federation to defect to the Republic).  He stood by the closed door, and listened in.

“I can’t believe you!  He’s new, and trying his damn best!” she swore.  That was a new one.  She almost never swore.

“He needs to be taught discipline!” a male voice shot back.  There was a kick, and he heard the whimper of a Shiny.  That was it.  Fox tore open the door, and found himself staring down Orn Free Ta, who was currently kicking a new clone, who was in fetal position.  He checked the office.  Yep, it was his room.  He could tell from the solid gold furniture.

“Clone!” he roared at him.

“Yes, sir?” he asked, trying his very best to Not Look at the poor Shiny.

“Execute this defective one,” he ordered.

Fox blinked.  “What was that, sir?” he asked.

“I order you to execute this waste of credits!” he spat.  He went in for another kick, but he stopped.  The reason was because of the cold metal pressed against his neck.

“Stop.  Now.” Padme growled, her hold-out blaster on his neck.

“Clone!  Senator Amidala is attacking me!  Defend me!” Taa begged, like the coward he was.

Fox stared, and recognized the Shiny.  “Mouse, correct?” he asked.

“Y-yessir,” Mouse stuttered.

“Give Senator Amidala your thanks, and head to the mess hall,” he ordered.  The Shiny followed the order, and limped away.  “Senator, I think that’s enough,” he said.

“This isn’t just about Mouse,” she snarled.  “He… he insinuated that I was… having a relationship with the late Chancellor, and then he offered to ‘comfort me’!”

Fox winced under his helmet.  He pulled up the security camera footage, and sure enough, he saw Taa inviting her into his office under some pretense, and then trying to corner her.  Mouse had tried to interfere.  Brave Vod.  Evidently he’d heard about how Senator Amidala was one of the handful that cared about them.  He turned to Amidala.  “The footage shows that he was beginning to try to court you, Ma’am,” he said.  “Though he was respectful enough to not force himself on you.  Please remove the blaster from his throat.”  Padme did so, grumbling.  Taa promptly kicked them both out of his office.

“I feel dirty,” Padme said to him.

“Ma’am, permission to speak freely?”

“Granted,” Padme said.

“He’ll be dirty shortly- namely from the soiling of his pants.”

“I fail to follow,” Padme said.  Fox turned his face towards her.  She couldn’t see it, but could almost feel the deadpan.

“Who do we both know who’s very… passionate… about your safety, and would likely trim the fat from Senator Taa?” Fox asked.  “And that’s rhetorical.  We both know General Skywalker would do much worse.”

DM chat between General Reckless and Foxtrot

Foxtrot:  General.  Sorry to bother you.  Tell Rex I’m alive.  Also, there was an incident on my patrol.  I’m requesting that you be assigned to guard Senator Amidala during the Gala.

General Reckless:  Uhhhh… What brought this up?

Foxtrot:  Senator Taa tried to make the moves on Senator Amidala, and one of my Vod almost got killed trying to stop him.  His name is Mouse, BTW.  He also implied that the late Chancellor was in a relationship with her.

General Reckless:  ...He said what?

Foxtrot:  Yeah.

General Reckless:  I will have words with him.  We have also not finished our discussion on your inappropriate actions regarding the Supreme Chancellor’s demise.  I have to brief my men on this.

Foxtrot:  Wasn’t it like two days ago?

General Reckless:  So I’m a procrastinator.

Foxtrot:  Also I will be requiring you to be her partner at the Gala- for her own security, of course.  I just mentioned it above, I know, but it’s so you don’t skip over it. 

Fox closed the chat.  “I have informed General Skywalker of the situation,” he said.

“You… didn’t have to do that,” Padme replied.

“I also told him to come to the gala with you as your security,” Fox said.

“Oh!  Well…” Fox rolled his eyes at the blush.

“Ma’am, can I speak freely again?” Fox asked.

“Of course, Fox,” Padme said.

Force bless this woman.  “You two need to hide your attraction better.”  With her stuttering nonsense, he walked away.

Chapter Text

The Zillo Beast was still in her spot the next day, when Fox went in to do the security sweep.  “Ma’am, please,” he begged one last time.   The Zillo Beast opened her eye, let out a snort, and closed it again.  Her slow breathing meant that she went right back to sleep.  “Well then… this isn’t going to be a good day,” Fox said, sighing as he continued the sweep.  The Senate was clear of all non-approved bugs, there weren’t any assassins hiding in the vents that were alive, the ‘days without an attempt on Amidala’s life’ clock was reset, and Fox only had to reprimand three Shinies for trying to put whoopie cushions on seats for the Trade Federation or the Kaminoeans.  The first senator to enter was Padme, and Fox would’ve kissed her if she wasn’t already taken when she brought him a cup of caf.  “Thanks, Senator,” he said.

“I’ve also purchased more caf for your men,” she said.  “Why it wasn’t in the budget is beyond me.”

“Ma’am, keep that a secret or General Skywalker will have competition,” Fox joked, as Padme did her best to ignore that.  She walked into her pod, and blinked.

“Commander Fox… why is the Zillo Beast still here?” she asked slowly.

“She didn’t want to leave,” Fox said.  “And the Guard doesn’t have anything close to the firepower required to move her.”

“She’s likely a danger,” Padme pointed out.

“Everyone can be,” Fox said, shrugging.  “And yes, she killed the Chancellor.  She’s been very passive since then.”

“I see.  And what’s that shine on the other pods?” she asked.

“Zillo spit.  She was licking the pods for some reason.”

“...I’ll consider myself fortunate.”

“It is really good at removing dust, though,” Fox mused, as more senators started to filter in, talking to one another.  The noise woke up the Zillo Beast, who began to slink down, out of sight.  Fox felt her send vibes that screamed ‘incoming prank’.  He let out an audible sigh.

“Commander?” Padme inquired.

“It’s nothing,” Fox replied.

Finally, the last senators filled in.  Mas Amedda was on the central podium.  “Today, we are gathered here in the face of a historic loss,” he declared.  “Chancellor Palpatine fought hard to contain the enemies of Democracy, and when that failed, reluctantly took on the Emergency Powers granted to him by the Senate.  The Separatists are likely celebrating his untimely demise,” Amedda declared.  “But now… we must act.  The Chancellorship must not remain empty, lest the Separatists strike.  I propose that we run a vote on who should step into the position Palpatine held, and may we hope that he or she will be as good of a Chancellor as he was.”  Applause rang out through the Senate building, which made Fox want to vomit.  The feeling was apparently mutual, from the disgusted feelings the Zillo Beast was sending him.  “And as for the creature which stole such a giant from us… I ask CC-1010 to take the stage.”

Fox blinked in shock.  “...What?” he whispered.  He was not alone in the mutterings.

“CC-1010!” Mas called.

Fox slowly stepped into the pod.

CCChat:

Foxtrot:  @everyone I’m speaking to the Senate.  Wish me luck.

Fox gulped under his helmet, and the pod was in center stage.  

“CC-1010, you were in charge of the Supreme Chancellor's safety.  Why did you fail to keep him safe?” Mas asked.

Fox’s fists clenched.  “What was I supposed to do?” he asked.  “The Zillo Beast’s scales deflected AT-TE shots.  And need I remind you all that it was the Supreme Chancellor who brought the beast to Coruscant!  Master Windu proposed letting it run free in a preserve!  I know that many of you are already blaming the Jedi for this, when, had we followed their idea, this wouldn’t have happened!”  Fox was definitely holding this over Pond’s head.  “The toxins required to kill the beast are also a delicate mix.  Apparently, the quantity required to actually bring the thing down is above the point where the toxins react with itself, and it explodes.  So unless you want to initiate a Base Delta Zero on a section of Coruscant, and even then I’m not sure that’d do it, I’d say that there’s nothing I could’ve done, and nothing I can do.  This mess is on Palpatine’s shoulders.”

“You DARE!” Mas shouted.

“Yes, I dare!  I spent the last three weeks forging Palpatine’s signatures on his orders!  He was too busy, apparently, to run the Republic!” Fox shouted back.  Well, Rex was going to be pissed if he dropped the ‘grooming’ bomb before he could, so he held his tongue.  “The shuttle could only carry one passenger.  Palpatine selfishly took it.  And lo and behold, karma bit him on the shebs- or all of him, I suppose,” Fox said, chuckling.  Loud boos were ringing out.

“ORDER!  ORDER!” Mas shouted.  There was no order.

And then, Fox got a mental image of himself covering his ears.  He did so, and motioned for Padme to do that as well, as everyone in their pod did.  As soon as they had, The ZIllo Beast made her appearance, and roared so loudly that the pod he was in swerved.  Padme barely managed to control it.

“And I forgot to mention that SHE took up residence in the Senate Building!” Fox added.  “And she’s perfectly capable of understanding everything I said!”  The Zillo Beast climbed the central podium, eye-to-eye with Mas.  The vice-Chancellor hit a button, and the pod detached, and flew up.  The Zillo Beast watched for a moment, before turning her attention back to the senators.  Orn Free Taa flew out towards Fox.

“CLONE!  KILL THIS-” he began, before the Zillo Beast crunched the pod in one gulp.  She began to chew, the snapping and grinding of metal very, very audible to all who could hear.  Then, she leaned her head forward, and spat a very alive, and very traumatized Taa out where his podium was.  She was radiating smugness to Fox, who really wanted to facepalm.  She then turned to look at Fox.

“I’ll take that as my cue to continue,” he muttered.  As he prepared, he noticed that the other senators were screaming at the Guard to open fire.  The natborn guards began first, heedless of Fox’s position.  The ZIllo Beast let out a roar of rage, and grabbed Fox in a protective embrace.  The blasterfire slowly died down as they realized that they couldn’t even scratch her.  She then unwrapped her hands around Fox, who was deposited in the pod.  “NOW THEN!” he shouted.  “As you can see, the Zillo Beast has made the Senate Building her home, and there’s nothing we can do to get her to leave, unless she actively chooses to leave the building!” Fox declared to the very, very scared Senators.  If he had to guess, it was a silent competition to see who would break and run first- predators tended to like the thrill of the chase.  “As the Vice-Chancellor said, there will have to be a replacement for the Supreme Chancellor.  I’d suggest holding it to a vote within the week.”  There were murmurs of consent.  “Ok, I’m pretty sure you can all go now,” he said.  The Zillo Beast nodded, and there was suddenly a mad dash to get as far away from her as possible.

*****

Amedda waited in the special meeting spot.  If his Lord was ever incapaciitated, he would meet him here with a specific phrase in a new body.  He didn’t understand how it would work, only that it would.  Sith were interesting like that.  Finally, after two hours, the senator from Fedalle walked up to him.  “Peace is a lie…”

“There is only passion.”

“Through passion, I gain strength.”

“Through strength, I gain power.”

“Through power, I gain victory.”

“Through victory, my chains are broken.”

“The Force shall free me.”  They both said the last lines together.  Mas knelt.

“My Lord.”

“Rise, my friend,” the senator said.  “I had wished to take the body of the Kuatti senator, but no matter.”

“It is good to have you back, My Lord,” Amedda said.  “The question remains on how to assure that you are the one who retakes your position.  The votes of the Senate are not easily rigged.”

“Put it into their minds that I am Palpatine’s true successor.  I will sign documents saying that I chose myself as my heir.  That should foster up enough votes.”

“And what of any competitors?”

“HAH!” Palpatine laughed.  “Senator Amidala would be the only one with the nerve to try, and she is no one’s friend!”

“And what of the clones?” Mas inquired.

“They have no power in the Senate.  None whatsoever.”

*****

Fox and Padme retreated to Padme’s office.  “Well, that was something,” Fox said.

“Indeed.  And the  Zillo beast will remain there?” Padme inquired.

“She’ll move when she wants to,” Fox replied.

Padme just slumped down into her chair, and let out a heaving sigh.  “Things have been moving way too fast…”

“I’ll say,” Fox said, leaning against a wall.

“Alright, I have to get some of this stuff I’ve been dealing with off my chest, so I’ll start with this one:  Why did you hate Palpatine?  You punched him out, and tried to get me to shoot him!”

Fox looked around, before pulling out a data-slice from his helmet.  This was one of his emergency ones.  “Do you really, and I mean REALLY, want to know, Senator?” he asked.

“Yes!  He… he was my friend!” she exclaimed.

“...Are you sure you knew him?  Are you ABSOLUTELY sure you knew him?”

“...What are you talking about?” Padme asked.

“...Last chance to back out of the truth.”

“The truth?!  One, you know I’d never back out, and two, what truth?!”

“That the Supreme Chancellor has been grooming your husband since he was nine years old,” Fox said, dropping the bomb.  “Here.  One hundred hours of videos of the former Chancellor with General Skywalker for your viewing pleasure.  Additionally, there are five petabytes of photographs of the Chancellor taking the underage Skywalker into seedy places.”

Padme stared.  “What?” she whispered.

“Turn it on,” Fox instructed.  Padme gulped, and did so.  Immediately, she saw several videos.  She clicked the first one, and watched.  She then clicked the next.  And the next.  After thirty minutes, she closed the file.

“I… I can’t watch anymore,” she said, hand on her mouth, tears falling.  “He… he was…”

“A monster,” Fox growled.  “I’ve compiled this data for the entire damn war.  I didn’t show it to anyone because at best, nothing would happen.  At worst?  I’d be dead- and maybe General Skywalker and you as well.”

“How did you know… about us?” Padme asked.

“I told you you weren’t subtle.  Force, you two are less subtle than bricks,” he groaned.  “The record for not knowing in the Guard is two standard days, Ma’am.”

Padme just facepalmed.  “Does… anyone else…”

“Somehow, no- not in the Senate.  It’s an open secret among the Clones, though.”

“...And you won’t tell anyone, right?”

“The scandal could ruin you.  Unlike literally almost every other senator, we actually like you.”

“That’s encouraging.”

Fox then received a notification.  “Hold on.”

DM between Rextangle and Foxtrot:

Rextangle:  I need the Tatooine Slave version of the Sheevile file.

Foxtrot:  On it.

Foxtrot:  PedotineExplained.zip

Rextangle:  Thanks

Foxtrot:  NP.

Fox then put his hand off of his helmet.  “Ok, so what’s your plan?” he asked Padme.

“...I don’t know.  What should I do?” she asked.

“Run for Chancellor,” Fox said.

“...What?”

“You’re a solid face in the Senate.  You hate corruption.  I’d say give it a go.  Sure, the second part may get many against you, but it couldn’t hurt.”

Padme thought for a moment.  “You said that your brothers would like it?”

“Ma’am, there is literally no other senator that we’d rather have than you,” Fox replied honestly.

“Thank you, Fox.  I’ll put my name in the running.”  She then stood up, and walked out.  Fox gained a wicked grin as she left.

Redshirt Brigade:

Foxtrot:  Part 1 completed.

Thired of the Senate:  You’re really doing this.

Foxtrot:  Of course.

*****

Anakin had put this off for a few days, sitting in mourning.  Fox’s DM about giving him some shore leave with his wife (who he knew didn’t actually know the truth, or he’d have said something) had reminded him, so, with a heavy heart, he opened his com.

Blue Bois:

General Reckless:  @everyone meet me in the hangar in 30 minutes.  I have an announcement to make.

Anakin closed the link, and stood up.  He began his walk in silence, his men noticing him, and saluting as they walked past.  Rex, however, walked next to him.  “General, what’s going on?” he asked.

“A dark tiding for the Republic,” Anakin replied somberly.  He noticed Rex put his hand to his helmet, before taking it away.

“I see.  Would you like to tell me now?” he asked.

“No.  I’ll tell the entire 501st.”  As he said that, Ahsoka came bounding along.

“Master, what’s wrong!?” she exclaimed.

“...I’ll tell you with everyone else… I… I don’t think that I could say it twice,” he admitted.

“Is… is Master Kenobi all right?” Ahsoka asked, concerned.

“Yes, he is,” Anakin said, finally entering the hanger.  Rex stood with him, as the Legion began to gather.  After the thirty minutes were up, and everyone was accounted for, Anakin cleared his throat.  “You are all probably wondering why I summoned the Legion.  The reason is because of a catastrophe that struck Coruscant two days ago.  We all know about the Zillo Beast.  It was brought to Coruscant for its scales to be used to enhance your armor, so that less vode would die on the battlefield, and the war would end sooner.  However… it escaped captivity, and went on a rampage.”  There were gasps.  “We don’t know the number of the dead… but… we know of one of the fatalities.  Supreme Chancellor Palpatine was killed when his shuttle was eaten.”  All of the clones gasped as one.

“General… Are you sure?” Jesse asked, hesitantly.

“I saw it devour the shuttle,” Anakin said hoarsely.  “I know that this knowledge may be hard for you all to hear.”  He didn’t notice Rex using a hand sign to tell them to hold.  “But I hope that we will all react appropriately to such a man dying.”  Rex used a hand sign to say ‘now’.

At that moment, every clone cheered.

“Hail the Zillo Beast!” Fives shouted.

“The bastard’s dead!” Hardcase exclaimed.

“About damn time he kicked it,” Kix, the medic, declared.

“Break out the moonshine!  We have to celebrate!” Coric hollered.

Anakin was shocked, before his shock turned to rage.  They were celebrating?!  Why were they celebrating!?

“General,” Rex said.  “I need you to follow me.”

“But-”

“General.  NOW,” Rex instructed.  Anakin felt like he was being lectured by Obi-Wan with that ‘now’.  Grudgingly, he followed.  Rex lead him to an empty barracks room.  “You didn’t expect such a reaction, did you?” Rex asked.

“NO!  Why… he’s their leader!  And they’re… celebrating!?” Anakin’s brain wasn’t working.  “He’s a great friend!  He was who the Republic needed!”

Rex let out a heaving sigh.  “General, may I be frank?” he asked.

“Very well.  Are you happy as well?” Anakin growled.

“I couldn’t be more elated,” Rex said with a straight face.  “It’s good to see such a monster six feet under, especially with what he did to you.”

“What- what he did to me?!  He listens to me!  He helps me!” Anakin exclaimed.

“...You know what?  I’m just going to give you this.  Fox made it for you.  It’ll explain everything,” Rex grumbled, handing Anakin a data slice.  “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go party with the rest of the legion.”  He then shut the door, leaving a confused and furious Anakin.  Said Jedi stormed over to a terminal, and inserted the slice.  Immediately, an introduction video appeared.

“Greetings, General Skywalker,” Commander Fox’s recorded voice said.  “If you’re hearing this, that means that either I, or Palpatine, are dead.  Preferably Palpatine.  I imagine that the blatant hostility I am showing him is a shock.  I know who he is or was to you.  What you don’t know… is that I know what you are to him .  I scoured as much of the culture of Tatooine to come up with a way to explain what he was doing to you.  It took me three months.  In this data slice is over a hundred hours of videos, and thousands of photos, with helpful explanations towards his actions.  General, I am not doing this out of hatred for you.  I am doing this because I care .”   The video cut, leaving Anakin alone with a file.  Now curious, he opened the first video.

“General, before you watch, let me explain about emotional manipulation and gaslighting…”

Chapter Text

The Jedi Council met the day after the Senate meeting.  Obi-Wan was holding a bottle of some whiskey in his hand.  His face was flush, and his eyes were red.

“Master Kenobi, please put down the bottle,” Mace requested.

“Nooooooo…” Obi-Wan moaned, taking a swig.

“Kenobi.”

“Noooooooooo.”

“Kenobi, it's unbecoming of a Jedi Master to be drunk during a meeting,” Mundai said.

Obi-Wan muttered something under his breath, but no one caught it.

“Regardless, there is much to discuss.  For one… the Zillo Beast.  Is there any new knowledge on its biology?”

Depa, who had been scouring the archives, and talking to the clones, spoke up.  “From what I can tell, this thing is a living legend- in ancient Malastarian culture, they were worshiped as gods of destruction, and for good reason.”

“The Dugs said they wiped them all out,” Windu told his former padawan.

“Perhaps.  Perhaps not,” Depa mused.

“...And what of the,” Obi-Wan let out a hiccup “Toxins?  I heard that it couldn’t be made.”

“Well, apparently, the lethal dose required is only stable in Malastare’s atmosphere.  Anywhere else, and the toxin self-immolates.  There’s nothing else I could find, nor were any requests handed.  They’re upset that you didn’t kill it, Master Windu.”

“How upset are we talking about?”

“They did not back out of the treaty, but issued a letter of complaint.  Thankfully, that was it.”

“I see.  Is there a reason Master Kenobi is drunk?”

“From what I heard from Gray, Cody sent him a file, and after that…” Depa just motioned to Obi-Wan.

“Did he know what was in the file?” Mace asked.

“He said it was classified, and for Kenobi’s eyes only.”

“Back to the Zillo Beast.  What does it eat?”

“Besides Supreme Chancellors?  It appears to be omnivorous.  The Clones also mentioned… that… well…”

“Spit it out,” Oppo instructed.

“The Zillo Beast is Force-Sensitive,” Depa said.

There was a pause.

“...What?” Kit Fisto was the first to break the silence.

“Apparently, while she seems to understand Basic, she cannot speak it, and instead uses the Force to communicate.  According to Commander Stone, the Zillo Beast appears to have taken a motherly role towards the Coruscant Guard.”

There was a spike of anger from the T ogruta member of the Council.  “She what?” Shaak Ti whispered.

“The Zillo Beast has apparently gone for the ‘team mom’ role, from what Commander Stone said Fox said.”

Shaak let out a feral growl.  “Mine.  My kids.”

“Shaak, are you perhaps suggesting that you would fight a nearly indestructible beast of colossal size over custody of the Guard?” Plo asked.

“Yes.  It’d be like if she tried to take the 104th from you,” Shaak growled.

“I understand completely,” Plo said without a second’s hesitation.

“And from what Cody’s said, the Guard haven’t had the best of time,” Obi-Wan replied.

“The Senate’s water supply is too heavily guarded,” Shaak grumbled.

“And Senator Amidala and her allies?” Mace inquired.

“I’d give them a warning,” Shaak replied.

“Terror threats and mega lizards aside, we need to determine our course of action,” Plo said.  “Palpatine is dead, and a new Supreme Chancellor is needed urgently.  Who do you think is going to be in the ring?”

Obi-Wan took a swig, emptied his bottle, and tossed it behind him.  He then grabbed another.  “Padme,” he said.

“Hmmm… strong-willed, she is.  Just, she tries to be.  Hates corruption, she does.  Won me my pimp cane, her marriage to Skywalker did.”  Said cane was a Phrik/Cortosis alloy, making it almost indestructible, and extremely expensive.

“Indeed.  She would make a wonderful Supreme Chancellor,” Mace, the only other Jedi who had bet (and proceeded to massively win) that Skywalker and Amidala were secretly married, said.

“Yeah…” Obi-Wan, the only Jedi Council member who wasn’t in the bet (As R2 had livestreamed the wedding to him and therefore he was the one who told who was right and who was wrong, slurred.  “She’d… she’d be much better…”

“Who else would run?” Mundai inquired.

Yoda thought about Fox’s idea.  He had to stifle a chuckle at such an obscene proposal.  And then, there was a blow to the back of his head, and he collapsed to the floor.  He dimly heard the shouts of alarm, before everything went black.  And then… light.  He then saw himself standing in the Chancellor's office… supersized.  The Zillo Beast was there… and wearing Chancellor robes… but the robes were styled in a way that one would have their massif wear them.  And then, he heard her speak into his head.

“Master Yoda,” her surprisingly soft ‘Force voice’ asked.  “How goes the war with The Schxxxxx?”   The last part sounded like a com that had been cut.  And before that version of him could respond, Yoda was yanked back into the Council Chambers.  With a grunt, he hauled himself back into his chair.

“Master Yoda?” Tiin inquired.  “Are… are you well?”

“A vision, I had,” Yoda said.  He pressed a button on his chair.

“Temple Kitchen,” the chef answered.

“Require popcorn, I do,” Yoda said.

“...Popcorn, Master Yoda?” the chef questioned.

“Yes,” Yoda replied, lifting a claw from the button.

Mace looked to Yoda.  “Master Yoda… does that mean…”

“Yes,” Yoda repeated.  A chute opened, and a bucket of popcorn half the size of yoda appeared.  The Grand Master then started to crunch on it.  “Continue,” he said.

“...So… Padme and someone else… care to explain, Master?” Depa asked.

Windu let out a long groan.  “Just go back to Padme, please,” he begged, deciding, for the sake of his own sanity, to have that vision Yoda likely had filed under ‘possible futures’.

“Very well.  Now, that would mean that we’d have to appoint a Jedi to be our representative to the new Supreme Chancellor,” Plo said.

“...Anakin,” Obi-Wan replied.  “Select Anakin.”

“...Hmmm… do you think it would make him suspect that we know?” Depa inquired.

“...Possibly,” Mace admitted.  Already, as with any mention of Anakin Skywalker (Or as Mace called him in private:  Anakin Shatterpoint), multiple shatterpoints were popping into view.  He rubbed his forehead.  “But… I think that it would be in everyone’s best interests.  Padme trusts him, and he trusts her- that much is obvious,” Windu said.  “Therefore, I believe that Anakin would be the best suited for it.”  Now there were even more shatterpoints, though a few popped.  

“Yeah… Anakin would like that… and it’d make him happy… he deserves to be happy…” Obi-Wan slurred.

“Obi-Wan, please don’t go into a Padawan Competition,” Mace begged.

“Because I’d win?” Obi-Wan asked, a gleam in his eye.  “He… he’s the most popular Jedi in the order... The Hero With No Fear… he’s probably responsible for half of the love the Jedi have from the citizens for the Republic… he’s raising Ahsoka so well… and he’s been on a lot of high-profile missions… i-including fighting Dooku and Ventress.  H-how many of you can say that?!” he declared, waving his alcohol bottle around.

“Yes, well, that was likely because the previous Chancellor was a friend,” Depa snarked.  Instead of the expected barb in reply, Obi-Wan just buried his face in his hands and started sobbing loudly.  “...Was it something I said?” she asked the broken Jedi Master.  Obi-Wan just continued to cry for another minute, before he wiped the tears from his eyes, and took another swig.

“I’ll… just cry in my chambers…” he said.  “It’s not professional…”

“It’s also not professional to be exceedingly drunk,” Tiin deadpanned.

“I neeeed it,” Obi-Wan moaned.  “It’s… it’s part of my culture?”

“Stewjoni do have an extremely talented liver,” Plo said, shrugging.  “Just don’t make a habit of it, or we will tell Knight Skywalker, and we all know what’ll happen.”

Obi-Wan just looked up fondly.  “He’d drag me to rehab kicking and screaming,” he said.

“Jot it down in the event Kenobi shows up drunk again,” Shaak instructed Yoda.

Yoda swallowed the handful of popcorn.  “Busy eating, I am.  You do it, why don’t you?” he asked, taking another huge amount (for him) and popping it into his mouth.

Shaak sighed, and wrote it down.  “Now, the issue remains that the ambassador to the Chancelor is usually a Jedi Master, and Skywalker is… not that.”

“Fast-track him,” Obi-Wan said.

“...Master Kenobi… I fear you have put too much faith in your former Padawan,” Tiin said.

“Agreed.  He is not ready,” Kit said.  “He is too emotionally unstable.  He would never pass the trials, which are the only way to-”

SLAM!  Obi-Wan had let his bottle go, and had slammed his hands into his chair.  “Listen, and listen well,” he said, stone sober.  “Anakin has more than earned the title.  He hasn’t had his padawan reach knighthood, but is there any doubt that she will?”

“None,” Plo said.

“Exactly.  His skill with a lightsaber is unparalleled, and he follows the Will of the Force.”

“The Tusken Incident-”

“Was the Will of the Force.  We all heard the Force screaming ‘kill them kill them kill them make them suffer and end them all leave no survivors leave none breathing not even the children’,” Obi-Wan declared.  “Anakin feels the guilt for doing such an atrocity, but he still carried it out.  I don’t know what they did to earn the ire of the Force, but not once has it been that insistent on such an action in over a thousand years.”

Depa nodded.  “Not many would have the strength to commit to such an act, as it would be seen as Dark to all who viewed it.  Even with the Force screaming into my ear… I wouldn’t have been able to do it.”

“Exactly,” Obi-Wan said.  “And the Force sang when he married Padme.  You all felt that right?”

“Reason why I bet, that was,” Yoda said.

“Even his breaking of the Code is him following the Will of the Force- not like my master’s excuse, but genuinely following it.”

There were reluctant nods.  “I… see your point, Master Kenobi,” Depa admitted.

“I… HNNG!” Mace groaned, collapsing.  The shatterpoints decided to multiply a hundredfold, each one blinking and the size of a person.

“MASTER!” Depa exclaimed.  She hurriedly reached into his pocket.  In it, he had a medicine container, with four slots.  From left to right, they read:  Normal, Shatterpoints, Sith Shatterpoints, and finally, Anakin Skywalker.  These held headache relief medicine.  The first was normal, over-the-counter pain relief.  The next was extra-strength.  The third was prescription medication for extreme pain.  And the final… it went by many names.  Ultra-strength-pain killer.  Industrial Advil.  Triage Black.  The Void.  Feel-nothing.  The medication was the most powerful pain relief in the galaxy.  It didn’t just relieve swelling or inflammation- no, what it did was far more extreme.  It shuts off the nociceptors inside one’s body completely.  They would feel absolutely no pain.  Break a bone?  Nothing.  Burned alive?  Nothing.  It was extremely dangerous, as the patient would likely accidently hurt themselves and not notice.  It was either used as palliative care… or a highly addictive drug.  It wasn’t addictive in of itself, but the feeling of total pain relief was sought by many.  The Jedi temple had exactly two stores of it:  One in the Halls of Healing, and the one Mace Windu carried on his person.  Depa reached, pulled it out of the container, and forced it into Windu’s mouth.  With great effort, the Vaapad master swallowed.  Almost immediately, it took effect.  He then sat back into his seat, gasping for breath.

“I… I’m fine,” he gasped.  “T-thank you, my old Padawan,” Mace said to Depa.

“See anything, did you?” Yoda asked.

“Shatterpoints.  Hundreds of them,” Mace replied.  “This conversation is important.  Very, very important.”

“Then let’s continue,” Obi-Wan said.  “Anakin feels that we don’t like him.  That we see him as a pain.  A fool.  Barely worth our time.  We need to tell him that we value him.”

“He is valued-” Mundai began, before Obi-Wan slammed his hands down again.

“He doesn’t realize that he is!” Obi-Wan shouted.  “He thinks the worst of us!  He thinks we hate him!  Master Windu, he thinks you loathe his existence because every time you see him, you scowl!”

“Shatterpoint-induced migraines,” Mace said.

“Have you TOLD him that!?” Obi-Wan exclaimed.  “He remembers that feeling of fear when he was brought here.  He probably thought that we’d put him back into slavery if he wasn’t accepted!  I bet he thinks that you’re all just looking for an excuse to throw him out!”

“You can’t just-” Shaak began.

“We NEED to tell him that we appreciate all the hard work he’s put in.  All of us.  We need to show him that we don’t hate him.  We need to show that we don’t hold him to a higher standard than any other Jedi.”

“He doesn’t-” Tiin began.

“I know his tells.  He thinks that he needs to be perfect.  I… I need to tell him that I’m proud of him.  He’s always tried so hard.”

“He’s arrogant,” Mundai pointed out.

“It’s false bravado,” Obi-Wan said.  “He’s trying to hide his many, many insecurities.  The Tuskens.  His marriage.  His emotions.  He thinks he’s supposed to be emotionless.”

“That’s absurd!” Depa exclaimed.

“That’s what he’s been told, in his interpretation.”

Mace looked around at the shatterpoints.  Each one was multiplying.  “...I agree that we fast-track Skywalker.  I will write the letter of explanation and gather the material for the Master Trials.  Also… I’ll tell him about the Shatterpoints, and what the Council really thinks of him.”

Every single shatterpoint burst at once.

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Fox waited for the Senators to leave the building, before he returned to the Zillo Beast.  She was still radiating smugness at making Taa fear for his life.  When he got there, she immediately shot her head towards him, and began looking around him, concern filling her thoughts towards him.

“Ma’am, I’m fine,” Fox promised.  There was a narrowing of eyes, as his brain was picked.  “Ma’am,” he pleaded.  Finally, the Zillo Beast retreated from his head, satisfied that he was fine.  “I bet you’re wondering why I’m here,” he said.  There was a nod.  “Well… the person you ate… was the head of government.”  There was a snort.  “Yeah, he wasn’t a good guy.  The Vode all appreciate your efforts.  However, it does leave the position open.  That’s why I’m here.”  The Zillo Beast’s head cocked in confusion.  “There’s… a law that’s on the books.  Basically, if a sentient beats someone from his planet in combat… they get the position.”  There was a blink, and the ZIllo Beast pointed to herself.  “Yes, you.  You have a claim to the position.  However, there’s a vote for it.  All of us would appreciate it if you ran for the office,” Fox said.  Another nudge, and a memory of the intro to decom came up.  “Yes, as Supreme Chancellor, you could stop that,” he said.  Another memory came up- forced up by the Zillo Beast.  This time, it was the Wall of Remembrance.  That was in a hidden room in their barracks- the list of Brothers who died.  A full 75% was from Decom.  “Yes, if you were the Supreme Chancellor… the rate of which those names were added would fall dramatically.”  Now there was a much more gentle crooning from the monster, who then brought a claw down.  She gently stroked the top of his helmet.

“T-thanks, Ma’am,” Fox said, completely unprepared for such an affectionate gesture.  “W-will you do it?  For us?” he asked.  There was a furious nodding from the Beast, determination glittering in her eyes.

Redshirt Brigade:

Foxtrot:  @everyone she said yes.

Thired of the Senate:  No shit?  How’d you convince her?

Foxtrot:  Told her that she’d be able to stop the rampant Decoms

Pins:  :)

Stoned:  So is this a good time to mention that one of the Jedi asked about her?

Foxtrot:  WDYM?

Stoned:  I told them she’s sentient, female, and Force-Sensitive.  There was quite a bit of shock.  Should I have not told them?

Foxtrot:  IDK.  It would’ve been important for people to know.  Should’ve asked me.  Or her.

Stoned:  Sorry :(

Foxtrot:  Since you told them, you get to ask the Jedi to make something so she can communicate with us.  She understands Basic, but can’t speak it.  Like a Wookie.

Thired of the Senate:  I’m now imagining her fighting a mega-sized Wookie.

Foxtrot:  Sounds like an awesome Holo.

Fox closed his com when he felt the breath of the Zillo Beast behind him.  An image of a clock filled his head, showing it at 22:00.  Then a picture of a bed appeared.  “Are… are you giving me a bedtime!? ” he exclaimed.  There was a nod, and the image appeared a bit more forcefully.  “All right!  All right!  I’m going!” Fox grumbled, heading off.  He got into the barracks, grumbling.

“Don’t you have a chair to collapse in?” Thire asked.

“Can’t.  The ZIllo Beast gave me a bedtime,” Fox grumbled.

Stone snorted.  “Seriously?!” he exclaimed.

“Yes.  When I said Team Mom role, I wasn’t kidding.  Next she’ll be packing everyone's lunches.”

“What would we even get?” Thorn inquired.

“Probably meat.  Lots of meat.  It’s the thought that counts,” Stone chuckled.

“And then what?  Giving us bandages?” Fox snarked.

“I’d say kissing our boo-boos but we’re the size of her teeth at best,” Thire replied.

*****

Fox was dressed and ready for the 11:00 Senate gathering that would herald the nomination of those who wished to become the Supreme Chancellor.  His relatively early ‘bedtime’ had actually been helpful.  The Guard was doing their usual checks- going to each Senator, seeing if they were all right, usually getting sneered at at best, and moving on.  That one senator from Fedalle looked a bit more evilly at him, but he shrugged.  Nothing he wasn’t used to.  Now for the Kuatti Senator.  Fox had… mixed feelings about this one.  Sure, he wasn’t an ass to the clones- almost the complete opposite, in fact- but he was on board with the war wholeheartedly.  He noticed the Senator yawning quite a bit.  In fact, he didn’t seem to notice him.  Fox cleared his throat.

“Oh!  Uhhh… hello Commander,” the Senator said.

“Good morning, Sir,” Fox replied coolly.

“Y-yeah, g-goood morning,” the Senator replied, yawning heavily.

“Rough sleep?” Fox asked.  As if!  Senators usually got the best beds.   Fox would kill for one of them.

“Y-yeah.. I haven’t been sleeping well…” the Senator admitted.

“I see,” Fox said.

“Yeah… I’m a bit out of it…” the Senator muttered.

“You are aware that your brother-in-law isn’t here today, correct?” Fox inquired.

“Y-yeah… he hadda… do something…” The Kuat Senator yawned again.  “Think you could be my bodyguard for the hour?”

Fox thought.  He’d need to be in a pod for the shitshow he was setting into motion, so this was a win-win.  “I am available for duty, Sir,” he said.

“Thank you,” the Senator replied.  Fox entered the pod, and the two watched as Mas Amedda prepared to start the Senate.  The Zillo Beast was still there, eyeing him with distaste.

“I call this special session of the Senate to Order!” Mas declared.  There was silence.  “Thank you.  Today, we are here to find the replacement of one of, if not the, greatest Supreme Chancellors the Republic has seen in a long, long time.”  Fox was gagging behind his helmet, and the Zillo Beast shared his distaste.  “It was hard to know who we could trust with such a position… but… fortunately… Palpatine had prepared.  In… in the event… t-that the worst would happen…” Mas was choked up with regret at losing his friend (Fox had no doubts that he knew what a monster his ‘friend’ was) “Palpatine wrote a will.  He… he wrote who he trusted to take his place.  And that… w-was the Senator from Fedalle!”

What.

WHAT?!

Fox was in utter shock- much more so when this nobody, who he KNEW Palpatine hadn’t had ANY meetings with, moved his pod towards the center.  There were large cheers from the senators.  What the Kriff was this!?

“Thank you… Palpatine… was a good friend,” the Senator began, sniffling.  “He… he was like me in a lot of ways… always pushing himself to do what he could… and help others… but… but I never thought he’d honor me like this… excuse me…” The Senator blew his nose into a handkerchief.

“I have an objection!” a voice the clones all loved to hear shouted.  Padme’s pod arrived.  “The office of the Supreme Chancellor is not an office to be chosen by the former Chancellor!  The position is one filled by a popular vote from the Senate!  Merely being in Palpatine’s will as his designated successor does not automatically grant him the position!” she declared.

“I never said it does, Senator Amidala,” the Fedalle Senator said.

“Senator Kukull, you cannot just claim hold of the Chancellorship without an election!” she declared.

“Well, may I enter my name as Supreme Chancellor Palpatine’s replacement?” the Senator inquired.

“That, you may do,” Padme replied icily.  “I also am putting my name forward!”  There were cheers from many of the crowd- namely, Bail Organa, Mon Mothma, and others like those two.  Fox genuinely wished her the best, but alas, the plan must continue.  He then received a questioning thought from the Zillo Beast.  Evidently she was wondering how to nominate herself.  Fox then made a mental image of a ballot- there was Senator Kukull’s face, Padme’s face, and then her face.  There was a mental checkmark in his head, and then the Zillo Beast roared.  Everyone dove for cover, and the Kuat senator was shaken to full alertness.  The Zillo Beast climbed up to the podium, and then, Fox got the image he had imagined thrown back at him.

“What was that?” the Kuat senator asked.

“Senator, I’ll be able to explain,” Fox promised.  “Just get me close, please.”  The senator nodded, and piloted the pod to near where the Zillo Beast was.

“CC 1010, what are you-” Mas began, before the Zillo Beast let out a threatening growl.

“I am here to explain the mental image you all got!” Fox shouted.  “The Zillo Beast, as mentioned previously, is fully sentient!  However, what was not mentioned was that she is Force-Sensitive!”  There were shocked looks all around.  “She uses this to communicate with us, and has made her voice heard!  She is requesting that she be in the running for Supreme Chancellor of the Republic!”  The Zillo Beast nodded.

“Impossible!” Mas shouted.  “She has no claim!”

“Ah-ah-ah!  She does have a claim!” Fox laughed.  “There’s an old Naboo law about receiving a claim to a position based on the outcome of single combat!  Where was Supreme Chancellor Palpatine from?!  Naboo!  Therefore, she has the legal requirements to run for office!”

“Martial prowess is not an acceptable line of succession in the Galactic Senate!” Padme declared.

“I am aware, Ma’am.  It isn’t fair to just have her be the Chancellor.  Therefore, she has to nominate herself, as she just has.”

“...This is still against precedent!” Mas stammered.

“Show me the law where what I just declared was illegal,” Fox said.  “Oh wait, there isn’t that anywhere!  So she has thrown her hat into the ring, and therefore, is the third candidate!”

There was a pause, as no Senator clapped- nor did any of them boo, out of fear of those teeth.  The Zillo Beast slid down and went back to sleep.

“I nominate we call for an election immediately!” Mas decreed.

“You can’t!” Fox shouted.  “Under the Constitution of the Republic, no less than ninety percent of the Senators can be there when an election is decided!  The current attendance is 84.5%, thereby making any election count unofficial!” Fox declared.

“You expect us to vote for such an important position at an uncertain time?!” Mas exclaimed.

“The Gala,” Fox replied, deadpan.  “I guarantee that there will be more than enough Senators to pass the margin.  Would you not agree?” he asked.

Mas made brief eye contact with the body Palpatine inhabited, who subtly nodded.  “Very well.  The election will, if the amount of present Senators allows, occur during the Gala!” he declared.  There was applause from the other senators.  Fox just smirked.

*****

Fox walked into Padme’s office, where many of the Senators that the Clones referred to as ‘the Token Decent’ were discussing things.  “-Though the Clone’s desire to put that creature up for election complicates things,” Bail Organa said behind the door.

“Do you have any knowledge on why they would do such a thing?” Mon Mothma inquired.

“No… I don’t,” Padme admitted.  That was when Fox knocked on the door.  Padme opened the door.  “Oh… Commander Fox.  It’s nice to see you.”

“Senators,” he said, nodding.  “May I come in?”

“Oh, of course!” Padme said, allowing him to walk in.  “So, you encouraged me to run… and yet…”

“I also encouraged the Zillo Beast.  I assume that’s your question?” Fox asked.

“Indeed.  Are you trying to divide us?” Bail asked.

“No, Senator.  While Senator Amidala is the best Senator, I feel like the Zillo Beast may be better for the Republic.  No offense, Senator, but for all the propaganda the Separatists put out, it’s obvious that it’s a Sith Theocracy.  Count Dooku has the final power.  And as for any one else… well… let’s just say that the whole ‘will’ thing was suspicious at the least.”

“Besides the fact that it’s implying that the Republic is an appointed dictatorship?” Padme snarked.

“Because I’ve never seen Palpatine with that senator in my entire life,” Fox replied.  “If anything, it’s Mas trying to appoint a puppet.”

“Do you think that Mas would be the real power behind the throne?” Padme asked.  “And how well do you think Mas knew Palpatine?”  The true question that the two knew about passed between them.

“I think he knew Palpatine VERY well,” Fox replied, answering the question.  “So it’d be a status quo, most likely.  Senator, I wish you luck during the election.”  With that, Fox left the chambers, and headed back to the now empty Senate Dome.  The Zillo Beast was still there.  When he entered, she turned lightning-fast, and he found himself between her two front hands.

“Evening, Ma’am,” he said.  There were a couple of curious sniffs, before she decided that he was apparently clean enough, and she floomped down, shaking the hall.  “So, do you think you could handle the responsibility of being the Supreme Chancellor?”  The Zillo Beast nodded.  “Good.  Because I have a plan on how to get you in power.  You see, the voting is likely to happen when everyone is incredibly intoxicated…” Fox continued to explain his plan to the giant Lizard, who seemed to like it, judging by the nodding along.  “...And that’s how you can stop the Decommissioning, and get the Senate to go along with everything you want done,” Fox finished.  An image of a fox flashed through his mind.  “Cunning like one, I presume?” Fox asked.  There was a nod.  “Thank you, Ma’am,” he said.  “Is that bedtime thing going to continue?”  There was a nod.  Fox just groaned audibly.  “I’m not a Tubie!  I don’t need a bedtime!” he complained.  There was an amused glint in the Zillo Beast’s eyes, and Fox found himself picked up in a claw.  “What are you doing?” he asked.  She then exited from the hole she had made, moving Fox to her fifth arm as she thumped around, sniffing.  She then seemed to find what she was looking for, and snorted loudly.  A couple clones came out, and she deposited Fox with them.  There was an image of a fox tied to a bed.

“Got it,” Thire, the traitor, declared, before dragging Fox into the barracks.  The Zillo Beast, content that her job was done, plodded back into the Senate dome. 

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It was two days later that Anakin’s Ventor landed on Coruscant.  The Hero With No Fear had spent a lot of the time just sitting in his quarters, staring at nothing.  The revelations that Palpatine was trying to be the WORST kind of Depur- even the ones that other Depurs would try to stop- had been horrifying.  Fox’s research on Tatooine culture had been shown to be very thorough, with explanations for every video, photograph, and statement.  Rex had been sending him his meals.  Finally, Rex knocked on his door.  “Come in,” Anakin said hoarsely.  Rex entered.

“General, we’re back on Coruscant,” Rex told him.

“T-thank you Rex,” Anakin said, taking the precious water and sipping lightly.  Rex didn’t leave.  Instead, he sat down next to him.

“We’ve all been worrying about you, Sir,” Rex said.

“Worrying?” Anakin asked.

“Yes.  I know that Commander Tano made a Palpatine punching bag when we informed her.  General Kenobi probably took it worse than you did, from what Cody told me.”

“How?  It… it wasn't him,” Anakin said.

“...Imagine, for a moment, that Ahsoka was in your shoes.  Imagine that you knew she was meeting with Palpatine, and believed every assurance that everything was fine.  And then imagine that… all of that… was dropped into your lap.”

Anakin froze.  “He… he cares that much?” he asked timidly.

Rex slapped his forehead.  “Force, General.  He hasn’t been sober since he heard.  He’s been drinking, sobbing audibly, and in the 212th’s chat, screaming that he’s a ‘bad brother/dad for letting that monster get anywhere near his son/brother’.”

“...He… he thinks that much of me?” Anakin whispered.

“He said that if he could, he’d go back in time and beat Palpatine to death with his bare hands, so yes.”  (Now, no one here knew that Palpatine was Darth Sideous, but had that actually happened, the Dark Side would’ve abandoned Palpatine and joined with Obi-Wan to the point that no Sith would ever be able to match his prowess.)

“Oh,” Anakin said, taking a sip of water to calm himself.

“Are you going to tell him about your wife?” Rex asked innocently.

Anakin spewed out the precious water.  “WHAT?!” he exclaimed.  “How did you…”

“General, you.  Are.  Not.  Subtle.  Fox knows.  He told me he gave Senator Amidala the rundown on this as well.  Every clone knows.”

“A-and the Jedi?” Anakin stuttered.

“I have no idea,” Rex said, shrugging.  “Come on, it’s shore leave,” he said.  Anakin nodded, and left his quarters for the first time in a few days.  There were about a dozen troopers just hanging around.

“HA!  I told you Rex would pull it off!” Fives declared.

“Yeah, yeah,” Kix grumbled.  Rex just gave Anakin an apologetic look.

*****

Anakin felt his mood change almost immediately when he ran into Padme’s arms.  “Padme!” he declared.

“Oh, Ani!  Did you know-”

“Fox sent me a file through Rex.  It… it even had it explained in ways that I’d understand as a former Tatooine slave…”

“...I think we owe the Zillo Beast a thank you,” Padme muttered.

“Yeah.  So what exactly has been going on over the last few days?”

“Well, two days ago, the decision was made for the vote for the new Supreme Chancellor to take place during the Gala,” Padme said.  “This was on the basis that it’d be the most likely to have the required 90% for a vote.”

“And who’s running?” Anakin asked.

“Senator Kukull of Fedalle is the first one.  Apparently, Palpatine made a ‘will’ with him as his chosen heir.”

“There are several things wrong about that.  One, and most importantly, this is a democracy, not a dictatorship.  Two:  Why would he name him that?  Palpatine never talked to him as far as I know.”

“Commander Fox said the same thing,” Padme says.  “He thinks it’s Mas Amedda who’s trying to become the power behind the throne.”

“Why not just take it himself?” Anakin asked.

“...I don’t know,” Padme admitted.  “But why else would he elevate someone Palpatine apparently didn’t know as his heir apparent?”

“I don’t have the answers.  Maybe blackmail?  Bribery?” Anakin pondered.  “Who else is running?”

“I am, for one,” Padme said.  Anakin just hugged her.

“Angel, I know that you’d be a great Chancellor.  I bet you’d finally be able to clean up corruption and maybe get a treaty with the Separatists!  The war could be over!”

“Yes… but Commander Fox decided to appoint someone else.  Remember what he mentioned?  The Law of Succession?”

“Yeah… is that really a thing?” Anakin asked.

“It is.  I looked it up.  And… well… who beat Palpatine?”

“...You’re not serious,” Anakin deadpanned.

“I am,” Fox said, causing the two to jolt.  “The Zillo Beast is fully sentient.  She also can communicate using the Force.”

“She’s Force-Sensitive?” Anakin asked.

“Yes, Sir.  She’s more than capable of telepathy and mental suggestions- which she has used to knock me out since I apparently wasn’t getting enough sleep.”

Anakin coughed.  “What?”

“The best way I can describe it is that she sees us as her children.  The Lizard’s even gone so far as to give me a karking bedtime…” Fox grumbled, which caused the two to chuckle.  “Anyways, I’m also here to deliver this to you, General,” Fox said.  “It’s from the Jedi Council.  They insisted it be delivered in person, when I found you,” he added.

“So… they don’t…”

“Frak if I know if they know,” Fox said.  “Anyways, here you are.”  Anakin took the bundle, and opened it.  The first thing that he saw was a holoprojector.  He moved to a closet, and turned it on.  Mace Windu’s visage appeared.

“Knight Skywalker.  For starters, I would like to inform you that this is merely a recording.  You may wonder what this parcel I am delivering to you is.  First, let me clear the air between us.  I don’t hate you.”

Anakin paused the video, and took a deep breath.  Mace Windu didn’t hate him?!  But… those scowls… the glares like Anakin was the source of the universe’s problems… the constant attempts to keep him out of his sight?  Anakin had tried to get him to warm up to him when he was a Padawan, but Mace had always left the room, scowling when he entered.  He always thought that it was because he was upset that he was allowed to join the Order.  If he didn’t hate him… why else would he do that?!  Anakin unpaused the video.

“I assume you paused that video for a moment to comprehend what I just said,” Mace said, smirking.   “First, let me explain this:  Obi-Wan has had nothing but praise, and you are an excellent Jedi Knight, who follows the Will of the Force, even when others would not.”   Anakin had to choke down a sob at that, distantly hearing the screaming of Tusken raiders.  Mace had no idea the blood on his hands, and the sheer regret of that… atrocity. Though… the number of the tribe was half what it should’ve been, and he hadn’t actually seen any preteens either.  Nor was there a Storyteller.  “The reason I left the room is simple:  I have a talent in the Force that allows me to see things called Shatterpoints.  Shatterpoints are… fault lines, you could say, in the Force.  Sometimes they’re in physical things.  For example, I could pour the Force into a Shatterpoint in a Duracrete building, and that would cause any weakness in the structure to be exploited, and bring it down.  Or, I can see them in events.  These Shatterpoints tell me when there is something or someone of key importance- they don’t tell me what, but that there merely is something important.  The more important, the more there are.  And I can only handle so many before they hurt my head.  I get migraines, and they only get worse when the Shatterpoints multiply.  You, Anakin Skywalker, produce the largest Shatterpoints I have ever heard of, and in unheard of quantities.”

Anakin thought through that.  “Does that mean…” he began.

“What this means, Knight Skywalker, is that I physically cannot be in your presence without experiencing physical pain.  Even talking about you can bring me discomfort.   It has nothing to do with your personality, your opinions, or anything you may have done.  It’s about the Shatterpoints.  Currently, I had to be on pain medication to even make this recording.  Do you know what Triage Black is?”

Anakin did know what Triage Black was.  He’d been more than willing to steal it from Seperatist forces for his men when the situation called for it.

“I constantly carry some around.  I am currently using it to express this message.  I can see multiple shatterpoints the size of the Temple popping, one at a time, as I say this.  Normally, I’d be writhing on the ground with this quantity and quality of the Shatterpoints.  To even be remotely functional around you, I have to take some.  I do not hate you for this.  I understand that it means you have a heavy burden on your shoulder, with many important choices.  Truth be told… I’d have likely cracked long before if I were in your shoes.  I respect you, and see you as a valued member of the Order, and even somewhat of an inspiration on more than one occasion.  There are many emotions that follow your name when I think about you.  Hate isn’t one of them.  And that’s another thing:  Emotions.  In the last Council Meeting, Master Kenobi mentioned that you felt that Jedi must be emotionless.  This is not the case.  The goal isn’t to purge all emotions, but to be able to not act on them.  For example, take Plo’s clones.  If he acted on the emotions of grief when each one died, he’d have Fallen a long time ago.  It does not mean we cannot have emotions- just that we cannot let them rule us.  And speaking of Kenobi… he suggested that we do something that we have not done for half a millenia:  Fast-Track someone.”

Fast track?

“Fast-Tracking means that we are planning on making sure a Knight in question is placed in the position of Jedi Master as soon as possible.  The reason we haven’t done so in so long is that the last one, in his hurry to become a Master, skimped out on many essential teachings, which cost the life of him and his former padawan.  Master Kenobi has said that you are more than able to not fall into this pitfall.  The rest of the Council agrees- it’s hard not too, when approximately one third of the time he’s there- and that’s by total seconds, not separate meetings- he’s involved in a ‘Padawan brag-off’.  He usually wins, as well. ”

Anakin dropped the holoprojector in utter shock, before hurriedly picking it up.

“We all value you, but Master Kenobi made it clear that you may not have felt that way, and encouraged us- specifically me- to be direct.  We don’t hold you to a double standard.  We don’t hate you.  We are all very impressed with you.  Hence the Fast-Tracking.  Besides this holocall, there are documents and datapads that are designed to help Knights pass their Trials to become a Master.  My hope is that your last obstacle will be the Knighting of Padawan Tano, and judging from your training, that will not be far off.  I eagerly await to see you as a Master of the Order.”   There was a pause, and then Windu turned.

“I hope that was good enough,” he said to someone.

“It was beautiful, Master,” Depa replied.

“Thank you, my former Padawan.  I never realized that he needed that… but he must’ve.”

“What do you mean?” Depa inquired.

“There were hundreds of Shatterpoints popping at the exact same time… almost the number of Initiates in the Temple.”

“Interesting.”   Depa then turned to the recorder.  “...Master?  It’s still on…”

Mace rushed up to the recorder, and the last shot was him furiously slamming it off.

Anakin just held the projector in his hands for a good two minutes, before he was startled by the knocking.  “Sir?  Are you alright in there?” Fox asked.

Anakin hurriedly exited.  “...Yes.  Yes, I am,” he said.

“Good, because your wife has been waiting to tell you more about the future vote.  What was in the package?”

“They’re Fast-Tracking me to become a Jedi Master!” Ankin exclaimed happily.  “And the Council doesn’t hate me!”

“...I could’ve told you the second part,” Fox deadpanned.  Padme just hugged her husband.

“That’s great news!” she exclaimed.

“Why did you think the Council hated you?” Fox asked.

“Master Windu always scowled when I was nearby,” Anakin explained.

“Ah.  I asked Ponds about that.  Apparently the General has this Force oisk that lets him see frustratingly vague things about the future, and it gives him migraines,” Fox replied.  “So you must’ve been really important if your mere presence gave him that much pain!”

“...Apparently there were hundreds of Shatterpoints in that recording alone,” Anakin muttered.

“Yikes,” Fox said.  “So, as I was saying- yes, I did appoint the Zillo Beast.  I convinced her to run in the hopes that if she won, us Guards wouldn’t have such a bad time.”

“Bad time?” Anakin asked.

“Welcome to the Coruscant Guard, where if the overwork doesn’t kill you, the Decommissioning will.”

“DECOMMISSIONING?!” Anakin exclaimed.  He remembered those.  In the first weeks, he’d seen the clones under his command flinch around him.  Once, when one spilled something on him, he had burst into tears and was apologizing profusely, before begging for his life.  Anakin hadn’t taken the knowledge of Decommissionings well, and had banned them outright- except in cases of genuine treason and murder after there had been a confession (Slick, for one).  “Angel… please tell me…”

“Senator Amidala helps me shuffle Shinies around.  About half the Guard owes her their life,” Fox said.  “If it wasn’t for the fact that the Separatists are run by a karking Sith Lord, I’d have thrown my weight behind her nomination.”

“I only did what was right,” Padme said.

“Oisk.  Senator, you once physically hid an entire squad in your office so that they wouldn’t be Decommed.  You have compartments cut away to hide Shines in.  You have, on more than one occasion, drawn your blaster at those trying to Decom us.  We are all literally willing to burn the Senate down if you give the order.”

“...Oh,” Padme said weakly.

Chapter Text

Mas met with his Master later that day.  “My Lord… what do we do now?” he asked.

Palpatine chuckled.  “My friend, you worry too much.  There is no popular support for that… creature,” he declared.  “Why, it’s on record for murdering the Chancellor that was saving Democracy!” Palpatine laughed.  Mas laughed as well at that.

“What should we do about the Gala, My Lord?” Mas inquired.  “Your original self never went, but this meat puppet did.”

Palpatine put a hand to his stolen chin.   “Hmm… perhaps an excused absence?  A stomach bug?” he inquired.

“That would work,” Mas agreed.  “I will record the debauchery as well, as usual.”  The Gala was closed to the entire public, and recently, using an Emergency Power, Palpatine had declared the events that took place in the Gala to be top secret, which had caused any modicum of restraint to go flying out the window, all the way to the surface.  Additionally, recordings were illegal, and all blackmail taken there would be illegal to show… unless there was an emergency power that was designed to remove corruption.

“And what shall we do to remove the beast once I am reinstalled?” Palpatine asked.

“Anakin used stun tanks.  We could summon a legion or two to remove her, with orders from the Supreme Chancellor… either orders or Orders, though the second one would mean that Order 66 could be jeopardized.”

“A risk we will have to take.”

*****

As the Gala began to approach, the many senators got antsy.  Most were excited for the chance to ‘blow off steam’ at the gala.  Others, like Padme, were dreading it.  Anakin was getting dressed for it (having gotten formal Jedi robes), with Padme already in traditional Nabooian dress.

“Padme, I can feel your dislike for the Gala,” Anakin said to his wife.

“Ani… I have to go,” she said.

“Why?” Anakin asked.

“I’m in the running, and the vote will be there.  And besides, you’ll be there as well.”

“Then why don’t you want to go?” Anakin asked.

“It’s… not the best place,” Padme admitted.

“What do you mean?” Anakin asked.  Before Padme could ask, there was a knock on the door.

“Senator, are you coming?” Fox asked.

“Why is Commander Fox here?” Anakin whispered to Padme.

“I don’t know,” she admitted.  “Commander, forgive my rudeness, but why are you here?”

“I’m the designated driver for your group, Ma’am,” Fox replied.

“Designated driver?” Anakin asked.

“The Gala… results in quite a few drinks,” Padme admitted.

“It’s mostly a precaution,” Fox said.  ‘For at least her group’.

Redshirt Brigade:

Foxtrot:  Ok everyone, check in.

Thorn in your side:  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Thired of the Senate:  Kill me.

Stoned:  I wanna go home.

Pins:  Why was I recruited for this?

Rys:  I hate everything.

Jek:  I actually miss being dragged along with General Yoda.

Foxtrot:  Good.  You’re all alive.  I get to babysit Senator Amidala and her allies.

Jek:  YOU FUCKER

Rys:  >:O ASSHOLE

Pins:  Enjoy spiked caf for the next MONTH

Stoned:  D’:

Thired of the Senate:  My blaster looks reeaaaallyyyy tasty rn…

Thorn in your side:  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Foxtrot:  See you all in a few minutes.

Stoned:  So how will this actually work?  You gonna make them vote while tripping balls/conked out/whatever it’s called when on Spice?

Foxtrot:  Yes… and one other thing- perfectly legal, I assure you.

Stoned:  How’d you know all of these again?

Foxtrot:  Reading Republic Law.  That’s how.

Fox closed his com.  “Come on, let’s get going,” he said.  “The Gala’s in the Uscru district.”  He then led them to the other senators that were Padme’s friends, and rounded them up.  “All right, let’s go,” Fox said, leading them all to a speeder.  When they were in, Fox turned it on, and they were off.

*****

They arrived at the Gala site on time.  The other clones were there as well, as many Senators began chatting idly.

“This doesn’t seem that bad,” Anakin mused.

“General, give it ten minutes,” Fox replied.  He then had the other troops form up, and they marched into the building.  Anakin just shrugged at Fox’s general direction.

“It can’t be that bad, right?” Anakn asked.

“The Gala used to not be that bad… before the Secrecy Act.  It, along with several other gatherings, were declared Top Secret.”

“So there are military meetings?” Anakin asked.

“No,” Padme said, walking into the Gala, Anakin nearby.

“Hey!  Amidala!  Who’s your boy toy?” one Senator jeered.

“This is Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker.  Commander Fox assigned him to me as additional protection, due to the many assassination attempts against me,” she said cooly.  She led Anakin into the Gala.  “Ani, please, no matter what anyone says or does… don’t draw your lightsaber unless it’s an attack.”

“Why would I do it otherwise?” Anakin asked.  He was moved towards a table a fair distance away from most of the tables.  “And why are we all the way over here?”

“Because our opposition to the war, and Palpatine, wasn’t very popular,” Bail Organa said.  “And why’s Knight Skywalker here?”

Padme turned her head down to a dataslate.

Token Good Senators group chat:

(Probably) Padme Amidala:  @everyone I have something to share.

Hay Bails changed (Probably) Padme Amidala’s name to Lady Skywalker.

Mom Mothma:  About time.

Lady Skywalker:  You… knew?

Hay Bails:  You now have access to #so_unsubtle_it_hurts

Lady skywalker:  Wat

Hay Bails:  It’s the compilation of where we show your lack of subtly.

Padme closed the com.  “Well, it appears that everyone at this table knew,” she said.

“Indeed,” Bail replied.  “Subtle, you two are not.  But how’d he get in?”

“Commander Fox assigned him as my bodyguard,” Padme replied.

“Ah, the Commander.  A good man,” Bail said.  “Pity that no one can see it.”

“Hear, hear,” Mon Mothma said, sitting down.  “He has the patience of a saint, from what I’ve seen.”

“So, did you finish the hideaways?” Padme asked.

“Indeed.  I can fit an entire squad in my office now as well,” Mon said.

“Good.  I’ve also stored some caf for them,” Bail replied.

“So why are we-” Anakin began, before the doors closed.  A large cheer came up from the other Senators, as a vat of something Anakin hadn’t seen since he was a child was brought in.  “Is that…” he began, unable to believe it.

“Glitterism,” Padme spat.  “Addict-level.  Highest quality you can buy.  There’s the Ryll, Glitteryl, and last, but not least, is the Polstine.”

“But… but those are illegal!” Anakin exclaimed.

“As the senators over there say,” Fox replied, walking over, “‘Laws are for poor people’.”

“How’d… how’d it even get in?!” Anakin exclaimed.

“The Civilian Evac Cruiser Droidcutter ,” Fox said.  “Hollowed out, and filled with narcotics.  Of course, the civilians depending on it are left behind.  As Taa said, ‘They should have thought about where they were living before they lived there’,”.

Anakin growled threateningly at their general direction.  Padme grasped his arm.  “Ani…”

“Why don’t you arrest them?!” Anakin hissed.

“Because if I did, I’d have to reveal the secrets of the Gala, and that’s Top Secret.  I’d be tried,” Fox said.  “And if a Senator spills the beans… same thing.  The Gala is for the Chancellor’s eyes only.  Any other spilling is inadmissible in court, and carries a lengthy prison sentence.”

“So this is… what?  A spice den!?” Anakin exclaimed.

“Yes, sir,” Fox said. 

“...This is why you all get drunk the day after, isn’t it?” Anakin asked the Senators.

Bail nodded glumly.  “I have to listen to them bragging about their kickbacks, and I can’t do anything…”

Anakin just slammed his head on the table.  “So what do we talk about to drown out all… that…” he said, motioning to the chaos that was happening.

“Well, one thing we discuss is trying to rope in Senator Danu to our little group,” Mon said.

“Who?” Anakin asked.

“The Senator from Kuat,” Padme said.  “He was opposed to the Emergency Powers Palpatine was granted.”

“He also co-sponsored the Clone Rights Bill,” Fox said.  “Why isn’t he with your group?”

“We want the war to end,” Bail said.

“Ah.  Right.  You see him as a warmonger?” Fox inquired.

“Yes, and what’s worse… he’s entirely justified in it,” Padme groaned.  “Kuat’s industry is built on shipyards.  He can accurately say that his choices are in the best interests of his people.”

Anakin watched the dark-skinned human sip some light alcohol, but he didn’t go near the Spice or heavier stuff.  “How do they not get addicted?”

“A new drug,” Fox says.  “They call it Purge.  It basically removes the effects and addictions of drugs.  It’s still in testing, but it’s safe to use now.”

“Why hasn’t it been released?!” Anakin exclaimed.

“Palpatine wouldn’t greenlight it, as a favor to some of the Senators.  Black Sun wouldn’t like it if their addicts could get away from it, for example.”

Anakin let out another snarl.  “I had hoped… that…”

“Palpatine was up to his eyes in corruption, sir,” Fox said.  There was silence for a while, as the party continued.  Finally, a rather drunk Mas Amedda stood up.

“Senators… as many of you noticed, Senator Kukull is not here tonight.  He had a stomach flu, and sends his regards.  Now, onto the voting!”  There were cheers.

It was go time.

*****

Giddean Danu watched with distaste at the Senators who partied and snubbed their noses at the law.  He watched as Senator Amidala’s group sat together.  He wished they’d invite him, but their opinions on the war were… too different.  He prided himself in looking after his constituents, and the war was extremely popular on Kuat.  Now, his opposition to the late Palpatine was appreciated.  Of course, Amidala’s group didn’t know why.  It wasn’t just Palpatine’s flagrant power grabs, but also because the man was deliberately prolonging the war.  Kuat Drive Yards had made quite a few improvements to the Ventors that could be implemented, or those Imperators, or even- his yawn broke off his thoughts.  He hadn’t been sleeping well.  The night of the Zillo attack, he had had the worst nightmare of his entire life.  It was like he was fighting a black mist of pure evil that tried to suffocate him.  He trashed, screamed, and fought, but it nearly overcame him.  His thoughts had gone to his wife, which had made the mist recoil slightly.  He had used that to fight back- bringing up memories of their time together.  He remembered the fishing trips with his brother-in-law, the family Thanksgivings, and more.  That had given the edge he had needed.  He had woken up to his wife and brother-in-law in hysterics.  Apparently, they had been trying to wake him up for over an hour before he finally jolted awake.   He swore them both to secrecy about it… because he didn’t think it was a normal nightmare.  It was too lucid, and he was trapped in it.  He suspected the Force.  He could’ve gone to the Jedi, but he didn’t trust them.  They weren’t transparent.  And as someone who has family in business, that lack of transparency was just itching for corruption opportunities.  He shook his head, clearing the thought from it.  The clones were now passing out voting tablets.  Of course, everyone knew the order in which they would be in- it was tradition for 1 to be the first to declare their candidacy, 2 for the second, and so on.  However, before he opened his slate, Clone Commander Fox’s voice went over the intercom.

“Attention Senators.  Attention, Senators,” he said.  “There is a slight change of how the voting order has been tabulated.  It will now be last to first.  I repeat, last to first.  Senators, one will be the Zillo Beast, two will be Senator Amidala, and three…”

Danu watched as the Senators around him were partying up a storm, and rooting for Mas’ puppet.  They didn’t hear!  He slowly turned his head to where Fox was, still speaking into the intercom.

“Now,  for the fifth and final time, the votes will be in reverse order.  Please make your choice accordingly,” he requested, turning off the mic.

Danu stared down at the pad.  The light had turned green, and he could see the turnout rising.  He looked towards Senator Amidala’s group, who were staring in shock, but voting.  He looked down on his data pad again, before staring Commander Fox right in the helmet.  He didn’t know what was going on under there, but he realized the Clone had been rather devious.  His own puppet was being elected, but a shout from him may change things.  He looked at some of the other Senators muttering about ‘Clone ramblings’, and back to Fox.  He could end that plot.  He looked back to the data pad again, and weighed his options.  Senator Amidla would try to end the war with diplomacy, and Kuat hadn’t been able to fully start the Civilian Discount Catalog yet to offset the eventual end.  And Mas’ puppet would likely follow in Palpatine’s extending of the war and stonewalling of the Imperator Class.  A clone would likely love those beauties- stronger armor, stronger shields, bigger, and all around better then the Ventors.  Decision made, he selected ‘one’.  He looked up to Fox, and held up one finger.

*****

Fox’s announcement had not gone over well with Senator Amidala.  “What are you doing, Commander!?” she hissed.

Fox grinned under his helmet.  “Announcing a change, but following proper law to make it abundantly clear.  The unexpected change was broadcasted quite clearly.  And it hasn’t stopped the voting,” he said, pointing to a graph.  “And your position didn’t change either, Senator.”

“That’s not the point!” Padme snarled.

Fox got closer.  “Look, it’s either this, or a puppet of Mas’.  Your choice.”

Padme stared at Fox.  “And I assume you’ll be the true power behind the throne, as it were?” she snarked.

“The goal was to reduce my paperwork,” Fox replied cordially.  “However, having an outsider would be nice for the Senate.  Are you going to announce it?”

Padme looked up and down again.  “...No.”  She voted for herself, and her group followed suit.  Fox smirked, before he caught the eyes of a very lucid Senator.

Oh no.

Oh.  No.

“Frak,” he whispered.  Danu was known to not partake in the debauchery, and he hadn’t even considered that!  The Senators wouldn’t listen to him, a clone, but Danu?!  Danu and Fox stared at each other for quite some time, before Danu, smirking, hit one of the numbers, and held it over his head.  One.  He had voted for option one.  Fox quietly let out a sigh of relief.

*****

That night, Fox began to tally up the votes.  In last place, with zero votes, was Senator Kukull.  Senator Amidala was in second, with 15% of the votes.  There were 3% who didn’t make it, and abstained.  As for the Zillo Beast… 82%.  An overwhelming majority.

CCChat:

Foxtrot:  @everyone it worked.

Rextangle:  What.

Woof:  HOW.

Mr. Secura:  Explain please.

Codalicious:  ^

Ponds:  ^

AGreeable:  ^

Foxtrot:  Drunk Gala + announcing the swapping of positions more times than necessary + Clone prejudice + Senator Amidala and Senator Danu keeping their mouths shut = :)

Rextangle:  …So are you the Supreme Chancellor in all but name now?

Foxtrot:  I think so.  Who wants an executive order saying that we’re people?

Chapter Text

Fox was literally skipping as he strode into the Senate building.  “Oh Ma’aaaaaammm!” he called out to the Zillo Beast.  Said massive motherly monster raised her head.  “You won!” he declared.  There was a blink from the beast, before there was a gentle croon, and Fox could tell that the beast was trying to smile.  There was a feeling of confusion from her.  “I already told you what you can do.  Personally, I’d request that I be Vice-Chancellor, and you replace Amedda with me.”  There was a friendly snort, and Fox got an image of a bipedal Zillo Beast sitting on the throne in a castle, while a fox chuckled in the background behind the throne.

“...Actually, the plan was so that I wouldn’t have to do paperwork anymore,” Fox said weakly.  There was another snort, and another image.  This time, there was a fox swimming in papers, a pen collapsed between its teeth.  There was a big slashed circle.  Instead, there was one of a fox doing a reasonable amount of paperwork.  “I’ll take that as a ‘yes, that’s ok,” Fox decided.  There was another nod.  “So, are you prepared to assume the office?”  There was a mental equivalent of a shrug.  “Well, today or tomorrow, you’ll hopefully be sworn in,” Fox said.  “Oh, and when I tell you to, tell me to press this,” he said, holding up a recorder that he’d placed in his helmet.  “And be sure to broadcast it to everyone in the building,” he added.  There was a colossal nod, and Fox headed off to Padme’s chambers.  He looked in, sighed, and fired off three shots.

Redshirt Brigade:

Foxtrot:  Reset the clock.

Thired of the Senate:  Srsly?!

Fox moved the body of the assassin out of the chambers.  He was just scrubbing it when Senator Amidala and her husband came in.  “Commander… what are you doing?” Anakin asked.

“The clock reset,” Fox said.

“Oh.  My thanks, Commander,” Padme replied.

“The clock reset?” Anakin asked.

“The ‘time since an assassination attempt aimed at Senator Amildala’ clock,” Fox answered.  “Shame, since it was a few days too…”

“Excuse me?!” Anakin shouted.

“Ani, I’m fine,” Padme said, rubbing his arm reassuringly.

“But- you- not- assassin- days!?” Anakin sputtered out, unable to use words.

“The Clones do wonderful work,” she said.

“And you’re the only one that actually thanks us,” Fox replied.  “Now, I hope you’ll all enjoy the show today.  The votes are counted.”

“Wouldn’t there be a risk of her being denied the role?” Anakin asked.

“Two words for you:  Emergency powers,” Fox said.

“I don’t understand,” Anakin said.

“Oh, you will,” Fox answered, smirking under his helmet.  “Give it some time… he he he…”

“I don’t like that laugh…” Padme said.

“Oh yeah, can I use your pod for the speeches that I’ll be doing?” Fox inquired.

“...Very well,” Padme said.  “Will the new Supreme Chancellor be open for meetings today or tomorrow?” she asked.

“After I get the Jedi to give out a mental translator, sure,” Fox said.

“They have that?” Padme asked.

“Yeah.  It hasn’t been used in a while,” Anakin admitted.  The technology was used mostly for Republic Senators and Supreme Chancellors who could not physically learn Basic.

*****

The three soon found themselves in Padme’s pod.  As they were there, they noticed the Zillo Beast staring up at them, squinting slightly.  Fox waved, and a small smile appeared on her face.  She then went back to watching the pods fill up, occasionally growling at a senator or two.  Most of them looked very tired.

“Why are they tired?” Anakin asked.  “Didn’t you say that this ‘Purge’ made addiction and withdrawal disappear?”

“Yes, but the issue is that it takes a large toll on the body, resulting in fatigue,” Fox said.  “From what we’ve had to deal with in the lower levels, I’d say that every addict would say it’s a small price to pay.”

“No argument there,” Anakin, who had seen what Spice did to people, stated, as they watched the members of the Senate trickle in.  They noticed Danu enter his pod, and he looked contemplative.

“Do you know who he voted for?” Padme asked Fox.

“He actually voted for the Zillo Beast- still gotta give her a name,” Fox replied.

“Clearance?” Anakin asked.

Fox thought he heard some weird song being played on a kazoo, but shook the thought from his head.  “Nah.  We’ll have to ask her what sounds good to her,” Fox decided.  Finally, they saw Mas enter, a smug grin on his face.  Oh boy, was Fox going to love watching that disappear.

“Senators, the vote is concluded!” Mas declared.  “And I assure you, Senator Amidala did not win!” he declared, which resulted in cheers.

“...Why did he…” Anakin inquired.

“My goals for peaceful reunification and less punishment for Seperatist worlds has made me unpopular in the extreme,” Padme explained.

“She only got 15% of the vote!  Now, as for that creature,” he spat, pointing to the Zillo Beast, “She got only… only… WHAT!?” he howled.  “No… no no no NO!  This cannot be possible!” Mas exclaimed, going paler and paler.  He went from dark blue to what appeared to be a sheet of paper with a teeny bit of light blue spray painted on.  “CEE CEE TEN TEEEEEENNNN!” he roared in absolute fury.

“That’s my cue~” Fox sang, taking his helmet off, as Padme directed the pod.  “Yes, Mas?” Fox said, smirking.

“What did you DO!?” Mas declared.  “I KNOW I voted for Senator Kukull, not that… THING!” he spat.

“No, you voted for Option one,” Fox said, smiling.  “And I announced that I did change the setup so that it was switched.  Five times, in fact,” he added.  “That’s more than twice the normal requirement of two times.  And, under Emergency Power 345, the Supreme Chancellor, or Supreme Chancellor-elect may declassify information at any given time.  “Ma’am, if you would?” Fox asked, thinking about the recording.  Sure enough, said Supreme Chancellor-elect hauled herself up, and clicked the button.  Fox’s voice came through, a very, very clear statement of changes.  It normally would’ve been thought about, and the vote changed accordingly.  However, almost none of the Senators were in their right minds.  And then they realized that the Beast could declassify the Senate Galas.

“I call for a vote of No Confidence against this thing!” Senator Kukull declared.

“You can’t!” Fox cackled.

“CAN’T!?” Mas shouted.

“Emergency Power number 324, slipped in under the Vehicular Amnesty Act!  All Supreme Chancellor-elects must be considered Sworn in the moment the vote is over, and cannot be removed with a vote of No Confidence until after at least a standard month!” Fox cackled.  “Oh the smug look on Palpatine’s face when that passed!  I bet you were hoping your puppet would get in, Amedda!  Well, guess what!  He didn’t!” Fox howled.

“She must be brought to-”

“Emergency Power Act 298:  The Supreme Chancellor-elect is automatically pardoned of all past or present crimes!” Fox declared.

“What?!” Anakin exclaimed.  “Angel… please tell me…”

“I didn’t vote for any of those,” Padme replied.

“But-” Mas began again, before Fox shut him up again.

“Emergency Powers Act 144- the Supreme Chancellor selects all positions of their cabinet, regardless of service or sentience,” Fox said.  “Ma’am?”  There was a mental image of Fox standing where Mas usually did.  “You.  Are.  Fired~” Fox sang.  “So please do be a dear and get out of MY seat,” he growled.  The Zillo Beast also growled as well.  Fox hoped Mas would step away, but he, instead, wearily walked onto the pod Senator Kukull was using, and the two floated away.  “Now then…” Fox declared, entering the Vice-Chancellor’s spot, “I think that there are a few things we need to understand!” he shouted.  “For one, I will be asking the Jedi to hand over a translation device for the new Supreme Chancellor!” Fox shouted to them all.  “For another, I hope you all know that your asses are MINE!  I’ve spent the last year dealing with these Emergency Powers, and let me tell you- I know Republic Law inside and out!  There will be changes here!  For the past year you’ve treated me, and my vode, like dirt!  Well, the tables have turned!  Now, the new Chancellor and I must head off to the Jedi temple for a translator, so this meeting is adjourned!”  The Zillo Beast nodded, and the Senators left.

*****

Mas found the fuming ‘Kukull’ in a secluded hallway.  “I underestimated the clones,” Palpatine snarled.

“I fear I did as well.  And everything that he did was perfectly legal,” Mas admitted.

“I never expected my rightful powers to be turned on me!” Palpatine growled.  “I never should’ve brought that creature here!” he said, in a rare moment of realizing that he had made a mistake.

“I agree,” Mas conceded.  “We should’ve just killed it on Malastare and harvested the scales there.”

“Malastare…” Palpatine thought.  “I think I have an idea.”

*****

She watched in vague amusement at the corrupt ones scattering from her.  Now, were she on her home world, she would have tracked them down and eaten them.  However, the little one named Fox had planned out an ability to run the government correctly, like her kind did when the little ones on her home were particularly corrupt, and their darkness seeped deep enough for her kind to taste it in the air, not unlike this current mess.  The ones deserving of devouring would have to live for now, it seemed (that fat one that she had spared had been hard to resist.  The flesh tasted so wonderfully evil… and it had been against her instincts to not destroy him.)  But alas, they needed to live for a while.  Perhaps it was best to see how many could be purged of corruption by fear of getting devoured and maybe, there would be less destruction.  It wasn’t like their floaty-things weren’t seeped in darkness.  Why, each pod would likely last her for several years!  She’d be able to live her whole life in this building!  Sure, the lack of green and sun visibility were unfortunate (her kind liked plants to an extent when they were moving about and fixing the little one’s kingdoms).  The blue little one who smelled almost as tasty as the dark one had been terrified, and she figured that he’d try to destroy her, like the little ones of her home had tried to do time and time again.  Well, he’d have a hard time.  She was shaken out of her thoughts when the little one named Fox spoke up to her.

“Ma’am, do you have a name?” he asked.  She shook her head.  “Do you want one?” he asked.  She pondered for a bit.  The little ones needed names- she knew that much.  A name would likely be useful, so she nodded.

“Hmmm… this is gonna be difficult,” Fox mused, much to her amusement.  While he was certainly skilled in political maneuvering (to get her into a position of power without her having to force herself there was no small feat), she didn’t know if his naming skills were as good.

“Oritor?  It roughly translates to ‘big justice’,” Fox suggested.  She thought, but shook her head.  “Ok… how about… Shanzi?”  She thought for a moment.  It sounded nice.  She nodded.

“Shanzi it is, then,” Fox said to her, the now-named Shanzi.  “Ok… do you know of the Jedi?” he asked.  There was a shrug.  One of the first little ones like him that had been able to get close to her had mentioned them, back when she was in that terrible lightning cage.  She sent the memory to him, which caused a slight flinch.

“Goose was right about his opinions on the Jedi.  Almost all of them are great.  There are apparently, according to rumors, a few bad apples, but the Council is filled with good people,” Fox said.

Shanzi let out a content huff, wondering what Fox wanted.  Sure enough, he answered.  “I mentioned a translation device that they have.  It’d make things easier- namely, you won’t have to put pictures in my head.”  Shanzi decided now was the time to suggest the little one get some water.  Said little one just blinked.  “I’m fine,” he protested.  Cheeky.  Shanzi did a quick scan, and determined the little one was NOT fine- he was quite dehydrated.  She sent the picture again.  “Ma’am…”  She sent it once more, with an addition of a fox drinking from it.  “Fine…” he grumbled, storming off to a little one drinking area.  He came back a few minutes later.  “Does your kind need to drink water?” he asked.  Shanzi made a ‘so-so’ gesture..  The feeding off of corruption was enough nourishment for her kind.  They could drink water, yes, but most of the time the energy of that evil was formed into water and food inside them.  “...Do you want me to get you a tank?” Fox asked her.  Shanzi nodded.  It would be quite nice to drink something physical.  “I’ll requisition it,” he said.  “Now, we should probably get to the Jedi order.  I’ll grab a speeder-” Shanzi just gently grabbed him, and deposited him on her head.  “...Or that works,” he admitted.  “Do you want me to point in the right direction?”  Shanzi gave a mental image of Fox in a traditional ‘thinking’ pose.  “Ah… I’ll think of the directions, then,” Fox said.  Sure enough, he did, and Shanzi read them.  Well, it was only a few minutes away, so she nudged out of the hole she made, and began to plod along the false-ground, though she took care to not squish the little ones- thought that one fat one she had spared was almost ‘accidentally’ squished.

*****

The Jedi Order was summoned following the news of who, exactly, had won the election.  Obi-Wan was no longer drunk, but he was looking quite angry.

“Master Obi-Wan, angry, are you, about the outcome?” Yoda asked.

“No, Master Yoda.  I’m angry about something else,” he said.

“Anger leads to hate,” Yoda said.

“I’m already on the ‘hate’,” Obi-Wan growled.  “But I’m in no position to Fall.  Don’t worry about that.”

“What are you hating?” Mace asked.

“Someone who was trying to hurt Anakin.  They’re gone now.”

“You didn’t kill them, right?” Plo inquired.

“I wish,” Obi-Wan grumbled.

“Who was this… deceased being?” Shaak inquired.

“Doesn’t matter,” Obi-Wan said.  “Do we know anything else about her species?” he asked Depa.

“No.  Only that their appearance occurred when great Dug Empires took over and became decadent, according to the reports.”

“Decedent, you say?” Yoda asked.  “A reason, there may be.  Require more information, we-”

Tap tap tap.  Depa turned to her window, and then did a double-take.  There, right next to her, was Commander Fox, riding atop the Zillo Beast.

“Hey, do you think I could come in?” he asked.  The Jedi were just staring in shock.  Yoda, after a moment, pressed a button, opening a window.  Fox hopped in.  “Thank you.”

“Commander Fox.  Strange, yoru method of transportation is,” Yoda said.

“Well, she has a name now- it’s Shanzi.”

Shanzi gave a probe at Windu’s direction, which was very apologetic.  “I see…” Windu said.  “So, this is the new Supreme Chancellor?” he asked.

“Yes,” Fox said.  I think you know what we’re here for.”

“A translator, you seek?” Yoda asked.

“Indeed.  While she can speak through the Force, I feel like it’d be more efficient if she could communicate in Basic.  She can understand it, but she can’t speak it.”

“I see,” Depa said.

“A translator, you require.  Have one, we do.  Surgically implanted, we can make it.”

“What do you think?” Fox asked Shanzi.  There was a rumble of approval.  “Is it a speaker?”

“An electronic translator, it is.  Connected to a monitor, it will be.  Holochatting, she will be able to do.  Good enough, yes?”

“Will she have a monitor in her senate meetings?” Fox asked.  “And one to talk to me in my quarters?”

“Very well.”

Redshirt Brigade:

Foxtrot has added New User to the chat.

New User has changed their name to Lizard Mom

Lizard Mom:  :)

Thired of the Senate:  Is that who I think it is?

Foxtrot has given the role ‘Supreme Chancellor’ to Lizard Mom.

Foxtrot:  Yep.

Lizard Mom:  Are you all brushing your teeth?

Chapter Text

The next day was the Shanzi’s swearing in, with Bail Organa being the one ‘volunteered’ to do it.

“Do you swear to uphold the law of the Republic, and lead it through good times and bad, against tyrants and monsters?”

‘I do’ was on the screen that was now hanging from Shanzi’s neck.

“Do you swear to uphold the values ingrained in the Republic Constitution?”

‘I do,’ Shanzi’s textbox read.

“Then, by the power invested in the Senate, I declare you the official Supreme Chancellor of the Republic,” Bail said.  There wasn’t any applause.  Shanzi sniffed at Bail’s body, before letting out a content snort.  Bail then skedaddled away from the Kaiju-like being, and chaos began to break out, as Senators tried to bring motions forward.

“Order!” Fox tried to shout, but no one listened.

‘Cover your ears,’ Shanzi told Fox, who did so.  She then let out a roar that shook the dust from the ceiling, and sent several senators sprawling.

‘Are you all done?’ her data-slate read.  ‘One at a time, little ones.’

“LITTLE?!” Taa exclaimed.

‘You get to go last,’ Shanzi told him, as Padme’s pod came up.  ‘Yes?’

“...Excellency… what are your plans regarding the bills that were to be signed by Palpatine before his… demise?”

‘Fox, please tell me what some of those are,’ Shanzi inquired.

“Yes, Chancellor,” Fox said, a completely shiteating grin on his face.  “There were laws that would allow Senators to be able to bypass checkpoints, for one.”

‘Veto it please.  I cannot yet tap the buttons to do so,’ Shanzi said, projecting a feeling of sheepishnesses.

“Will do.  There were also laws regarding whether Clones could be bet in games of chance like any piece of property.”

‘Who’s the delicious little one who’s soon to be a part of me that wrote that?’ Shanzi asked, snarling.

“See?!  She’s threatening murder!” one of the senators exclaimed.  She foolishly pulled out a blaster, and fired.  The bolts just dissolved into Shanzi’s scales.

“Conveniently, that one,” Fox said.  “And attacking the Supreme Chancellor is treason!  And, as of Emergency power number 095, treason is a capital offense- that means punishable by death- and is to be carried out by summary execution.”  At that, Shanzi lunged, and latched onto the pod with her teeth.  She used some of her arms to pry it out, before devouring it in one gulp- and this time, the Senator wasn’t spared.

There were screams from all around, before another roar was let out, which terrified the Senators into silence.  “That was completely legal!” Fox declared.  “Thank you, Ma’am.  She’s been like that for my whole time here.”

‘Yes.  She was nourishing.  Now… What else was there to discuss?’

“Not much.  I think it’s time you tried out your quarters- they’re right under here, actually.  You won’t fit.”

‘I see.  You will, I presume?’ she asked.

“Yes… yes I will,” Fox said, chuckling darkly.  “Now I declare this meeting adjourned.  Senators Amidala, Organa, Mothma, if you’ll follow me into the Chancellor’s chambers,” he requested, as the now very frightened senators scurried away.

*****

“She ate a senator!” was Padme’s first choice of words, as Fox kicked his feet up in Palpatine’s old chair.  The place had been cleaned out by Mas- Fox had seen Palpatine write in his will that should he die, his decorations would go to Mas, so that was legal.  The urns, however, had been donated by Palpatine to the office as decorations, so as much as Mas wanted to get them, he couldn’t.  Fox was wondering about what color to paint the walls with.

“She killed a traitor to the Republic.  Said traitor attempted to assassinate the sitting Chancellor.  The appropriate sentence was carried out.  And before you ask, ‘summary execution’ does not imply how they die, merely that it be quick.”

“...You’re enjoying this too much, aren’t you?” Mon inquired.

“Oh, indeed I am, Senator.  I’ve become the second most powerful person in the Republic, and just two weeks ago, one word from any senator would’ve gotten me decommed.  I’m not sure why you three are afraid.  As far as shit lists go, you aren’t on mine.”

“The principle of the matter is why we’re here.  We imagine that you put the Zillo Beast- Shanzi- in power so you would have a puppet.”

“Listen, it was about not having to do paperwork anymore.  That was IT,” Fox declared.  “And even if that were the case, she saw right through that hypothetical scenario.”

“Really?  And I assume you’ll be her sole advisor?” Padme snarked.  The roof of the room opened, and Shanzi poked her head in, datascreen still hanging from her neck.

‘No, not really.  I wanted to offer you three positions.  Fox has had nothing but praise for you three.’

“And what would we be doing?” Mon inquired.

‘You’, she said, pointing to Padme, ‘Will be the official diplomat, with a Jedi guard- namely, with your mate, who I’d like to meet.’

Fox stifled a laugh at the term.

‘And you will be the head of the Security Council,’ Shanzi said to Mon.  ‘I can tell you have the spirit of a warrior for justice within you.’  She finally turned to Bail.  ‘As for you… hmmm… perhaps the finance investigation committee?  I can grant it more authority.’

“I can do that,” Bail said.  “Are there any particular things you wish for me to look for?”

‘War profiteering.’

Bail gained a vicious grin.  “That, I will gladly do.”

“Good.  You have your official positions.  Senator, bring General Skywalker here,” Fox ordered.  Padme nodded, and left.  The other two left as well.  Shanzi turned her head to look at Fox.

‘Do you know of the current socio economic policies of this government?  The GDP of the planets that make it, the galaxy itself, the income per capita, the median and mean GDP per capita, the average yearly GDP growth for this government and the planets, and the current average poverty rate?’

“...That’s a lot of economics talk,” Fox said.  “But I can get that data, if you need me too.”

‘Can you get me the data on the current deficit, the national debt, and the tax systems as well?’

“...Yes.  Do you know what you’re talking about?”

Shanzi let out a snort that nearly toppled Fox.  ‘Little Fox, don’t insult me.  I know economics quite well.’

*****

Anakin walked into the Chancellor’s chambers, where he found Commander Fox going over quite a bit of paperwork.  He cleared his throat after watching for a moment.  This caused Fox to sit up.  “Ah, General Skywalker, you’re here,” he said.

“What are you doing?” Anakin asked.

“Working on Economic policy.  As it turns out, Chancellor Shanzi knows a thing or two about economics.”

“She… does?”

“It surprised me.  You’d think a megalizard sealed underground for who-knows-how-long wouldn’t understand it, but here she is, writing economic policy that may even give the Republic a small budget surplus.”

“During a war?!” Anakin exclaimed.

“Yeah.  Something about needing to pay off debts and not just kicking it down to the next generation.”

“I didn’t realize that we had that kind of money…” Anakin said.

“Well, you just gotta cut some pensions for Senators here and there, close a couple of tax loopholes, and so on,” Fox said.  “Emergency Power 429- the Supreme Chancellor may set economic policy during times of war.”

“...When was that signed?!” Anakin exclaimed.

“In the law about Senators not being able to be thrown out of bars,” Fox said.  “Those powers tend to be snuck in there a lot by Palpatine’s ardent supporters- usually at his backing, though he makes a show about not wanting them.”

“I… see… Why did you want me here?” Anakin asked.

“Shanzi- the Zillo Beast, wanted to see you,” Fox said.  “You see, she’s forming a cabinet.  Senator Amidala was chosen to be the Chief Diplomat- and you are to be her bodyguard,” Fox said.  “Shanzi said that ‘her mate’ would be her bodyguard.  Congratulations on being so unsubtle that the Zillo Beast found out,” Fox deadpanned.

“O-oh…” Anakin said.

“Yeah,” Fox replied.  He then opened the roof, and one giant head popped though.

‘Hello, little one,’ Shanzi said to Anakin.

“Uhh… greetings?” Anakin said, nervously.

‘I remember you,’ Shanzi said.  ‘I am deeply sorry for harming the little ones under your command on Malastare :( ‘

“...I see.  I don’t know if I am the one you should apologize to,” Anakin admitted.

‘Yes.  I hope to make it up to your little ones-  O_O stand still.’  That last part confused Anakin, until a hand grasped him.  He was lifted up to be right in front of Shanzi’s jaws, which parted, revealing her tongue.  Before anyone could say anything, said tongue engulfed Anakin, licking him from head to toe.  And then she did it again.  And again.  And then a couple more times.  Finally, after four minutes of furious mlemings, she placed the drool-covered Skywalker down next to Fox, who had been concerned at first, but had then started to laugh.

“Ugh…” Anakin groaned, Zillo spit clinging to everything.

‘That is all.  You may go,’ Shanzi said.

“Yeah… Commander, where’s the nearest water shower?”  Fox pointed him in that direction, and Anakin raced off, leaving a slimy trail behind him.

*****

Anakin had brought his robes into the shower with him, washing them as he washed himself.  After a thorough hour of scrubbing under the hot water (Even after all these years, the ability to use that much water with no thought was still slightly amazing), he got out, and used the Force to dry his clothes- namely, just use it to tug out the water molecules.  Much easier than drying, and the water could be saved for something else.  As he put his robes on, he felt… better.  He didn’t know how, or why, but things seemed a little brighter.  He then walked back into the office, but stayed wary of the now mlem-happy Shanzi.

“Did you enjoy your bath and shower?” Fox asked, grinning.

“Shut it,” Anakin grumbled.  “So, why am I here?”

“Well, the fact of the matter is that you’re now Senator Amidala’s official bodyguard whenever you can be spared, and she’d need one.  As it appears, Palpatine left behind some notes on some Seperatist plots he thought were in motion,” Fox said.  “On involves a Senator named Rush Clovis.  Do you know who that is?”

“I think…” Anakin said.  “Why do you ask?”

“Well, one of Palpatine’s mission ideas was to use Padme to spy on the Banking Clan.  We all know they’re fully on board with the Separatists, but we don’t have proof.  If we have proof, then that gives us… options, as it were.”

“So you want to do… what, exactly?” Anakin asked.

“Well, the idea is for Amidala to spy on him.  The Jedi already considered it… aaaaaand Obi-Wan got you a Nabuian pilot’s uniform,” Fox said, looking over the data.

Anakin choked on air.  “What?!”

“Oh, there’s a note attached to the file, from Obi-Wan,” Fox said.  “Let’s see here… oh!  It’s a step-by-step guide to, and I quote, ‘be as petty as possible in ways that will not arouse suspicion’,” Fox informed Anakin.

‘He definitely knows of your mating habits,’  Shanzi said.

Anakin blew out a breath of air, before taking a few deep breaths.  “I… I have to make a call,” he said.  “And… Why the pettiness guide?”

“Apparently Clovis and Padme were quite close- same year entering, same committees… from what I can tell, Clovis has feelings for her, but he and Padme remained friends.  The hope is that Padme can be a non-sexual honeypot trap for him, apparently.”

“...That explains it,” Anakin growled.

“Now, go com your master,” Fox said, waving him out.  Anakin stormed out, before taking a deep breath, and found a closet.  He then comned Obi-Wan.

“Master?” he asked.

A hologram of a washed-up looking Obi-Wan appeared.  “Oh, hello Anakin… how are you feeling?” he asked.

“Master, I need you to be honest with me,” Anakin requested.  “What do you think my relationship with Senator Amidala is?”

“Well, since R2 live-streamed me your wedding, I’d say you’re both happily married,” Obi-Wan said.

“He did WHAT?!” Anakin shouted.

“I’m still upset you didn’t invite me.  Though… considering… everything…” Obi-Wan sniffed.  “I understand… you didn’t think I’d choose you over the Code.”

“You said I’d be expelled from the Jedi Order,” Anakin replied.

“...Yes.  And I shouldn’t have done that,” he said.

“Anything else?” Anakin asked tersely.

“I… I should’ve listened to you about your visions of your mother… I should’ve been more understanding of your rescue attempt… and I shouldn’t have let that monster anywhere near you…”

“You know about… Palpatine?” Anakin asked.

“A-after he died… Cody sent me a file about what he did to you… This is the second day I’ve been sober since,” Obi-Wan said.

“Does the Council know?” Anakin asked.  There was a pause.  “...Master?”

“You were following the Will of the Force,” Obi-Wan said.   “Everyone could feel it.  It was never brighter than it was that day, according to Master Yoda.  There was a betting pool.  I was the referee,” Obi-Wan replied.

“What?!”

“Master Yoda and Windu bet that you had married her.  Everyone else bet that you were ‘friends with benefits’.  Yoda chose that because of the brightness in the Force.  Windu chose it because, according to him, ‘After the three months that I’ve worked with Skywalker over the war, it’s obvious that he’d do something reckless like that, but hopefully it'll pay off like every other reckless thing he does’.  And pay off it did.”

“What do you mean?” Anakin asked.

“ After three more months, I was to provide the answer, since dragging you into the Council over it was likely to lead to a host of problems.  I showed them the livestream.  Did you ever wonder why Master Koon was eating ramen? ”

“...How bad was it?” Anakin asked.

“Mace bought three entertainment companies.  Yoda got a Cortosis/Phrik alloy cane, and bought at least one pharmaceutical company.  Everyone else was eating ramen for a month.”

“Plo said it was a ‘lesson on frugal living,” Anakin got out.

“Yes, that’s what they told themselves to not be angry,” Obi-Wan replied, mirth in his eyes.  “Now, I hope my instructions are quite clear,” he said.

“Did Padme agree?” Anakin asked.

“...No.  Do you think you could convince her?”

“Since when has a husband convinced a wife to do something she doesn’t want to do?” Anakin retorted.

“I’m sure you’ll get her to do it.  There are first times for everything.”

Chapter Text

Anakin found Padme a couple of floors away. “The Council knows,” he said.

“What?!” Padme exclaimed.

“They… they know… and don’t care. They said… it was the Will of the Force…”

“Oh Ani… that’s great!” Padme declared, hugging him. “Does Obi-Wan know as well? When did he find out? Bail has told me that we’re… not subtle.”

“I’ve been told that as well,” Anakin said, scratching the back of his head. Actually, R2 apparently live-streamed the wedding,” he said. “Did you ask him to do that?”

“...No. No I didn’t,” Padme replied. “So should we go to my place and celebrate the huge weight off of our shoulders?”

“I wish… but there’s an… issue that I’ve been told about, and it’s name is Clovis.”

“...They want you to convince me to spy on my old friend, don’t they?” Padme deadpanned.

“...Yeah,” Anakin admitted.

“Is there a reason for this?” Padme snarked, crossing her arms.

“There’s suspicion that he’s working for the Separatists like the rest of the Banking Clan,” Anakin said.

“He’s what?!” Padme exclaimed. “That… that’s not possible… is it?”

“I hope it isn’t, for his sake,” Anakin chuckled. “I do believe our new Supreme Chancellor wouldn’t take kindly to that.”

“So you heard about her eating a senator?” Padme asked.

“Fox sent the video to Rex, who sent it to me,” Anakin explained.

“Ah. Well… then it’s likely for the best that I do spy on him… just to prove his innocence… hopefully.” There was a pause. “Ani?”

“Did I just win an argument?” Anakin asked.

“Yes. Now please help me prepare. You’re my bodyguard now.”

“Master Obi-Wan got me a pilot’s uniform and a how-to on how to be petty… though I’m pretty sure I don’t need the help.”

“Considering the history between the two of us, if you've read in, I think that you’ll definitely be using that manual,” Padme replied, smirking.

*****

The two arrived at the Council’s Quarters. Yoda noticed that they were holding hands.

“Ahh, Padme Skywalker. Arrived, you have,” Yoda said. “Or, perhaps, Padme Amidala and Anakin Amidala, the names are?”

“The marriage is supposed to be secret,” Padme said, exasperated.

“The worst kept secret in the galaxy, it is,” Yoda replied. “Subtle, you two are not. Thankful, I am, though. Bought my pimp cane from my bet, I did.”

“And I bought Coruscant Productions, Coreilla Films, and Alderaan Entertainment from my bet,” Windu said.

“You were BETTING?!” Padme exclaimed.

“Yes… and everyone else here besides Obi-Wan lost,” Windu said. “Though I’m sure you all greatly appreciated the ramen I bought for you all, right?” There were grumbles from the rest of the Masters. “Now, please tell us more about you and Clovis.”

“We were close when we were younger,” Padme said. “He wanted to go further, but I turned him down, and requested a return to the professional relationship,” Padme added, noticing Anakin’s widening eyes. “He likely would love to have it going back to being more… Personal.”

“You didn’t mention this,” Anakin said.

“Ani, we had two dates. That was it,” Padme said. “And don’t worry, there was no premarital-”

“Moving on!” Plo shouted, interrupting her. “How do you plan on gaining his trust?”

“Adultery is off the table,” Padme declared.

“If I made you, I imagine that Anakin would duel me and disarm me, before launching me out a window,” Windu replied with a straight face.

“A dinner date, perhaps?” Yoda asked. “Nothing sexual, there would be. Nearby, Skywalker will be.”

“...Is this a test?” Anakin asked.

“Control your emotions, a Master must. Imagine Clovis dying in hilarious ways, I suggest. Helps, it does,” Yoda replied serenely.

“...Thank you, Master,” Anakin said after a while.

*****

Anakin listened as Padme and Clovis spoke. When he heard him mention ‘Cato Neomedia’, he used the Force to listen more closely.

“You know how the Trade Federation is. They love taking loans out from the Baking Clan, but they hate paying them back. They always try to wriggle out of them!”

“Feel free to say a few words on my behalf,” Padme said, chuckling.

“Yeah. If you want, I can make the loans a little tighter, and maaayybe get permission from my superiors to… redirect some of those funds to Naboo,” Clovis said, raising a glass.

“That would be appreciated. They’ve been also hampering my efforts with getting trade concessions. The previous Chancellor didn’t help that much.”

“I’m sure the new one wouldn’t mind aiding you,” Clovis said, chuckling. “She seems to like taking a bite out of corruption.”

“I hope she doesn’t bite off more than she can chew,” Padme chuckled.

“How about you help me? You have connections, I have leverage. I can get those trade routes open, and you can get them to pay their debts,” Clovis said.

“Are you inviting me on a date with you?” Padme inquired.

“Oh no… strictly business… unless…”

“Oh, you tease,” Padme said, chuckling. “I would be glad to accompany you. It’ll be like old times.”

“On the contrary… I do hope it’ll be much, much better than that,” Clovis declared, as they toasted. They chatted for a bit, before Padme left. Anakin walked right with her.

“Well?” he asked.

“He seems genuine,” Padme mused. “Though… I know personal feelings can cloud judgment. What do you think?”

“...He seems to be telling the truth, but I couldn’t get a good read on him,” Anakin grumbled. “I don’t like him.”

“Because you think he’s a traitor or because he was hitting on me?” Padme inquired, mirth in her eyes.

“Both,” Anakin replied immediately.

*****

The next day, they were loading up on Padme’s ship. Anakin was there in full pilot uniform. Clovis arrived on time, as expected. “Ah, Padme. You look exquisite,” Clovis said, giving her two greeting pecks on the cheek. Padme flashed a look to Anakin, who was disguised in the pilot’s uniform Obi-Wan had provided. Anakin was not amused. Clovis then turned to Anakin. “It is nice to meet you as well,” he said, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you too, Senator,” Anakin said, feigning a smile.

“Oh please, we’re all friends here. Just call me Clovis,” Clovis said. Anakin then raced ahead of them.

“Just doing a quick check. One of these breaking-” he began, before intentionally breaking the one next to Padme’s seat- “Oh. Well, as a pilot, I have to say that, unfortunately, you cannot sit next to Senator Amidala,” he replied. Obi-Wan had been so helpful in telling Anakin about the customs of diplomatic flights, and the right way to sabotage a seat bar.

“Oh, that’s too bad,” Clovis said, shaking his head. Anakin got into the cockpit, where Tycho was waiting.

“Skywalker,” he said in a whispered greeting.

“I know how to fly this,” Anakin assured him.

“Since you flew an N-1 into a Battle Droid control ship, I don’t doubt you,” Tycho replied, turning on a camera. “There. We can see what Senator Clovis is doing,” he said, as Anakin lifted the ship off the ground. They were only a few minutes underway, when Anakin noticed Clovis was still not bolted in, and getting uncomfortably close to Padme. One sudden swerve later, and Clovis was no longer close to Padme. He climbed into the seat two seats away from Padme, and gave her a reassuring smile.

“I think your pilot may be a tad overprotective,” Clovis said cheekily.

*****

They arrived from hyperspace, and were directed to a landing zone past the CIS fleet in orbit. They made landfall without any fuss. The Neomedian senator was there to greet them. “Senator Amidala. What an unexpected privilege,” he said.

“Senator Dod. I apologize for the unexpected arrival,” she told him.

“Ah, there is nothing to fear, Senator. I hope that we can move past the grave errors committed by the Trade Federation and move on.”

“I believe in second chances,” Padme said, looking at Clovis and smiling. Anakin imagined the ground vanishing from under Clovis, and him falling to his death. Yoda was right- it did help. They were all led in, Anakin following them.

“My servants will see you to your room. Clovis and I have some business to discuss,” Dod said.

“Yes, we do. I’ll see you soon, Padme,” Clovis said. The two then left for a hidden room.

“I assume this will be satisfactory?” Dod inquired, showing the schematics and status of construction of a droid factory.

“It’s massive,” Clovis whispered.

“Entirely automated, so there is no need to pay workers. Every droid that comes off the assembly line will add more to our pockets. It will be the largest one in the history of the Confederacy. I hope to reuse this design on other worlds.”

“I see. And what of Poggle?” Clovis asked.

“He declined to join this effort,” Dod replied. “Though I had hoped that the Trade Federation would be getting a greater share of the profits.”

“All profits given to the Banking Clan over 50% count towards you repaying your loans, Senator,” Clovis replied icily. “This was discussed quite clearly.” He shut the door to the area. “Gunray agreed to this proposal, as did Count Dooku. Do you wish to bring him into this?”

“…The seizing of the Naboo quadrant would cause the three slices nearby to link up. After the failure to align Hutt Space-” Dod began, sulking.

“Is the factory’s construction self-sustaining?” Clovis interrupted.

“Yes. The security systems you suggested have been established. I must say that I am… impressed. It will not lower the profit margin, will it?”

“It increases the longevity of the factory, so it’ll pay for itself. It’ll be able to take on anything the Reepublic throws at it, I presume?”

“That, and more,” Dod assured him, turning off the hologram. Clovis opened the door, and Padme was nearby.

“Oh, hello Padme. Are you all right?” Clovis asked her.

“Yes. I just got lonely,” Padme said.

“I see. I’ll take you back to your room,” Clovis replied. “Perhaps later, I can give you a tour.” Padme nodded, but he was paying closer attention to his business partner. As he walked, he saw Dod thinking. His hand slipped into his pocket, and he pushed a needle into Padme.

“Ouch! What was that?” Padme whispered.

“I don’t know,” Clovis lied. The needle in question contained a Universal Antidote- very rare, and very expensive. Its effects lasted for 48 hours, and it quickly purged poison of all types. The poison would be in the system for a while, so it wouldn’t make her totally unaffected- just so that she would be able to live through it, and her pain would be far less than expected.

*****

Clovis was drinking when he saw Padme walk down the stairs, and almost choked to death at the sight of her dress. After managing to swallow his drink, he just stared.

“Ah, Senator Amidala. Please, share this drink with me,” Dod requested, taking a big sip. Clovis tore his eyes away from Padme, and sure enough, he saw Dod smear something on the cup. It was very, very discrete.

“Oh, of course,” Padme said, drinking deeply. Clovis watched closely, and mentally went over the terms of the agreement. Everything was proceeding as planned.

*****

Dinner was very cordial. As they stood up, however, Padme swooned slightly, before catching herself. “Are you all right?” Clovis urgently asked, racing to her. The poison- whatever it was- was muted, but for such a slight swoon… He didn’t like this at all.

“I… I’m fine. I just… stood up too fast,” Padme said.

“Mistress, it has been a very long day,” C-3PO said. “Perhaps we should…”

“Sorry to interrupt, but my offer of a tour of the palace still stands. It is spectacular,” Clovis told Padme. He needed to see the withdrawal time of the poison to know how much Dod had screwed up.

“...Yes, that sounds quite nice,” Padme said.

“You’re dismissed for the night,” Clovis told 3PO, who was shocked.

“Are… are you sure?” he asked Padme.

“Positive,” Padme assured the droid in question. After he left, Clovis took Padme on the tour, watching her closely. They then ended up in a library.

“I’ve been doing some… personal investments on the planet Umgul,” Clovis said. “It’s quite close to your homeworld, actually. I hope that it’ll bring prosperity to both Umgul, and Naboo,” he replied.

“I… see,” Padme said, coughing a little. “Can you get me some water?” she asked.

“Wait here,” Clovis said, going to grab a large cup. He soon returned to Padme coughing a little more. “Here. I got a large one, just in case,” he said.

“Thank you… I was suddenly hit with a burning thirst…” Padme told him, taking big gulps. Clovis felt her head. No fever. “Clovis?” she asked.

“Oh, sorry. It must be the change in climate, perhaps?” he inquired. Padme took several more gulps, and emptied the cup.

“Can you get me another one?” she asked. Clovis nodded, and walked off. After seeing him leave, Padme scurried over to where she had seen him discussing things with Dod. “A holotable…” she muttered, trying to turn it on.

“Please enter the passcode,” the table requested.

“Banking Clan? Rush Clovis? Senator Clovis? Clovis? Banking? Senator?” All came back negative. Finally, she sighed. “...Padme?” There was a ping, and a holo of Clovis appeared.

“I know you’re listening, Padme. I know that you’re here to spy on me,” the holo version of him said. “And I enjoyed every minute of our time together. I want you to know that. I also want you to know that my loyalty lies with the Republic. Enclosed are my personal droid factory schematics for the world of Umgul. Now, before you panic, the factory is built with a catch- the droids do not have the standard programming- their loyalty is to the Republic. Naboo is in the crosshairs of the Seperatist forces, and I know how much your home means to you. Consider this a gift from me to you. I know your heart belongs to another, but I cannot stop loving you. I hope that this shows you that, while I may never be with you as I wish… I will always look out for you.”

*****

As this was going on, Clovis secretly made his way to Padme’s room. He opened the door, only to find her protocol droid there.

“Oh! Senator Clovis! How unex-”

“Where’s Skywalker?” Clovis demanded.

“Who?” 3PO asked.

Clovis rolled his eyes. “Anakin? Are you there? Padme’s in danger,” Clovis said. Suddenly, there was a blue lightsaber at his throat. “Ah, there you are,” he said.

“Speak,” Anakin growled.

“Senator Dod tried to poison Padme. I secretly gave her this beforehand,” Clovis said, holding up a vial. “Universal Antidote.”

“...Wow,” Anakin said, stunned for a moment, before refocusing. “What’s your game?” he growled.

“Oh, that’s simple. I hope to fortify Naboo. I know why you’re here. I’m not a traitor. Much of the Banking Clan is, but I’m not. I conned the Trade Federation into investing in a droid factory that is capable of withstanding almost any outside attack… especially Seperatist assaults. It’s on the planet Umgul. I made it so Naboo, and its sector, would hold out against the Seperatists. You know that there have been battles to prevent them from linking up there.”

“And did you put Padme in danger to do this?” Anakin snarled.

“I dosed her before dinner. I knew the Trade Federation would try something. She never was in any danger. And I applaud your protectiveness. Now, I require your assistance.” He pulled up a contract. “Personal assaults, blackmail, or other coercion, including harming or threatening to harm those who are close to me to alter the deal automatically makes ownership revert to me, and me alone,” he said, pointing to the clause in the contract that was signed. “He likely skimmed it. He may still try to harm Padme, though.”

“...What’s the plan?”

Chapter Text

Clovis found Padme in the library again.  He had led her there so she’d see his message.  “Did you enjoy my little love letter?” he asked her, taking her hand.  Padme let him.

“I… I was worried…” Padme admitted.

“I couldn’t betray everything we both fought so hard for based on short-term economic gain.  And besides, the factory will net me quite a fortune.  Oh, don’t worry, it’s officially a private investment with the local rulers.  The Republic doesn’t have to pay a centicred for it directly.”

“...You really thought of everything, didn’t you?  And… where were you?  What took you so long?”

“I spoke to your husband,” Clovis said.

Padme jolted.  “You know too?”

“It was what anchored my loyalty to the Republic.  You were so happy… and while it… breaks my heart… I want you to be happy.  That’s what’s important to me, Padme.  The profitability of this scheme was only a bonus.”

“The Trade Federation wouldn’t go along with this, would they?” Padme asked.

“I was aware when the contract was written.  Therefore, I added a little extra.  Did you think I was being suspicious on accident?”

“W-what do you mean?” Padme stammered.

“I knew that the Jedi would send you to spy on me.  I wouldn’t have sent anyone else.  It’s practical.  And then… the Trade Federation’s loathing of you.  So I put it into the contract that if I, or someone close to me was harmed during negotiations… well… the factory is mine.  I will understand if you’re furious at being used like that… but if I told you…”

“I’d see it as corruption,” Padme finished.  “So this gives me plausible deniability in your scheme, my sector is guarded from Seperatist Assaults, and you get richer helping the Republic, and me.  Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“You really thought of everything,” Padme replied.  “Even that I couldn’t be mad at you for risking any chance at a relationship with me for your duty to the Republic.  But how was I harmed?”

“Earlier this evening, that jab?  I lied.  I did that.  I injected you with a Universal Antidote.”

“The swooning…” Padme realized.

“I saw Senator Dod attempt to poison you,” Clovis growled.  He pulled out a needle.  “Here, let me take a blood sample.”  She let him, and he ran it through a scanner.  “You were poisoned for sure,” he said.  “This’ll hold up in law.  The factory is fully mine.”

“Senator Dod won’t be pleased,” Padme replied.

“Oh, I’m sure he thinks you’re dying,” Clovis said.  “He’ll likely try to kill us, so we have to go now.”  He then led her down the corridors, and pulled open a com.  “Skywalker, we need a distraction.”

“How big do you want it?” Anakin asked.

“Padme’s life may be at stake if it isn’t big enough,” Clovis explained.

“Very well.”

“You shouldn’t have told him that,” Padme said.

“Yeah?  Why?” Clovis asked.

*****

Anakin snuck down to the power room of the palace.  If Clovis wanted a big distraction… this’d do it.  He saw multiple battle droids, and stealthily approached them.

“Hey, you’re not supposed to be-” one of them began, before he ignited his lightsaber and sliced it in half.

“Open fire!” the commander shouted.  Anakin deflected the bolts back at the droids, and then went over to the computer.  He turned it off, and the power immediately went out.  He then slashed the computer, just to be sure.  He then started slashing everything that wouldn’t likely explode, and then touched his lightsaber blade to the carpet.  A fire bloomed, and he ran out of the area, setting more fires in a similar manner in multiple rooms.  He then ran into Clovis and Padme.

“So, cutting the power was your distraction?” Clovis asked.

“And lighting the palace on fire,” Anakin added.

“...I approve of your choice in men, Padme,” Clovis replied.   “Let’s go.”  They then sprinted out of the palace, and saw Dod by their ship.

“Oh, Senator Amidala?  Are you feeling well?” he asked.

“She’s fine, actually,” Clovis said icily.  “You, however… you lost.”

“I lost?” Dod inquired.  “And she’s certainly not fine.”

“Universal Antidote,” Clovis snarled.  “I dosed her before dinner.  And… read subsection C, line 24 of the factory ownership clause,” he said, smiling like a shark.

“You fool!  You can’t just-” Dod began.

“I’ll pull it up,” he said, pulling out a hologram.  “If, at any point, during negotiations, any Trade Federation member attempts or succeeds in bringing harm to Senator Clovis, or his escort, if applicable, either through direct or indirect means, including poisoning… full ownership falls to Senator Clovis,” he read aloud, watching Dod’s eyes go wide.  “You lost all ownership of the Droid Factory… just as planned.”

“You scheming little…” Dod snarled.  “You will sign it over, and nullify that contract, or I will have you shot down before you can escape!”

“How?  The relay is in your palace.  And I wouldn’t go in there, if I were you.”

“What.  Did.  You.  DO?!” Dod screamed.

“Arson,” Anakin growled, throwing Dod aside with the Force. “Now come on!”  The three (3PO and R2 were already at the ship, per Clovis’ instructions), raced into the ship.  Clovis and Padme were strapped in, and Anakin took off.  “HANG ON!” he shouted.  Tycho, who had also been informed, grabbed his chair as Anakin pushed the engines to their limit.  They were just past the defense fleet when the first Vulture Droids were dispatched.  By then… It was too late.  They entered hyperspace, and were already on their way back to Coruscant.

“I’d say that was successful,” Clovis said to Padme.  “I’m going to go speak to the pilot.”  He walked into the cockpit, where Anakin was breathing with relief.  “Thank you, Skywalker.  I know that you’ll take good care of Padme,” he said.

“Thank you…” Anakin replied.

“Now… if you don’t… or strike her… I’m one of the wealthiest people in the galaxy.  If I have to, I will hire every bounty hunter in the Outer Rim, personally arm them with slugthrowers, and order them to hunt you down. Are we clear?” he growled.

“Crystal,” Anakin said, slightly intimidated.

“Good!” Clovis exclaimed, back to a more friendly tone.  “So… after this… wanna go eat somewhere?  I know this out-of-the-way diner called Dex’s Diner.”

“I know of it too.  My Master’s a personal friend of the owner,” Anakin replied.

“Good.  Let me know the next time you have leave.  I’ll pay.”

“Works for me.”

*****

Anakin reported his findings to the Council, and Clovis was with him.

“...Brave, you were, Senator,” Yoda said.

“If it helps end the war, my life is worth it,” Clovis replied.  “The factory in question produces droids of different appearance then the Separatists, so they should be useful in the war effort, if needed.  Give the factory four months and it’ll be mass-producing droids for Naboo’s sector defense.”

“This frees up a considerable amount of our troops,” Mace mused.  “Anything else to report, Knight Skywalker?”

“I don’t have much,” Anakin admitted.  “I did set Senator Dod’s palace on fire, so there’s that.”

“A useful tool, arson it,” Yoda replied sagely.  “Approve of this distraction, I do.”

“It helps that he was using Banking Clan loans to pay for it,” Clovis said, chuckling.

“Yes.  Senator Clovis… more, you have to say?”

“Yes, Master Yoda.  I know of more than ten major droid factory networks on key Seperatist worlds.  I know the names of Seperatist senators- and have ironclad proof of their allegiance.”  He held up a disk.  “I believe this should go to the new Supreme Chancellor.  She’ll love to hear this dinner bell.”

“Very well.  Knight Skywalker?  Please take that disk to Chancellor Shanzi.  As for the list of Seperatist factory locations… we’ll look into that.”

*****

As it turned out, one of the worlds in question was Geonosis.  Poggle the Lesser had successfully thrown out the Republic garrison, and now they were reactivating their factories.  The Republic had not known of this, and were it not for Clovis’ information, they may not have known for several months, and by then… it would have become a world that would be nearly impossible to take.  The vulture droid and Geonosian starfighters were taken care of by Anakin and Ahsoka’s squad, though, to Obi-Wan’s exasperation, they were in a competition.

“When you two are quite finished…” Obi-Wan groaned.

“We are, Master,” Anakin said.

“Good.  Master Mundai, I believe we should contact Coruscant.”

“Agreed,” the only other Council member there said.  They turned on the hologram, where Yoda and Windu were- in the background, Chancellor Shanzi was lounging, occasionally licking a pod.  Her screen was next to them.  On the opposite side was Master Luminara, who was on the other side of the planet.  She just listened.

“We have successfully gained orbital supremacy,” Obi-Wan informed them.

‘Good.  Naughty insects…’ Shanzi replied.  ‘I don’t want this to be a siege.  Sieges are bad, and lead to collateral damage on all sides.’

“Agreed,” Windu said.  “We need to find Poggle as soon as possible.  Have there been any updates?”

“He appears to have holed up in the main droid factory.  It is shielded, so it cannot be destroyed by orbital bombardment.  We will engage their forces on the ground. Master Mundai, myself, and Anakin will perform a spearhead attack to take out the shield.  Then, we’ll move in,” Obi-Wan explained.

“Very well.  Rise again, Geonosis must not,” Yoda said.

‘Good luck!  :D’ Shanzi said, as the hologram closed.  Rex and Cody then walked in.

“Do we have a plan of attack?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Yes, sir.  First, the anti-aircraft guns need to be dealt with, or most of the LAATs won’t be able to land.  We have ARC squads ready to do their part.  Firing on known batteries outside of the shield will also be a very useful strategy.”

“I agree.  Admiral!  Open fire on these coordinates,” Obi-Wan ordered, showing said coordinates.

“Yes, General,” Yalaren replied, and he relayed the orders.  The guns opened up.  A few visual telescopes were pointed at the site, and sure enough, several AA guns were destroyed.  After a good fifteen minutes, Obi-Wan held up a hand.  “Admiral!  Cease fire!” he instructed.

“Sir?”

“Wait for it.”  They did.  The visuals then showed Geonosians pulling forces from elsewhere to the bombarded area.  “There.  To the north.  The AA guns have been moved.  We’ll get into the transports, but once we’re here,” Obi-Wan said, pointing to an area just outside of their effective range, “You will concentrate fire on the northern area.  They will be unable to reinforce it in time.”

“Good thinking, General,” Rex said.  “Now, let’s get going.”

*****

The gunships all left at roughly the same time, and began the trek north.  As they flew out of the range of the guns, they saw the occasional potshot fired, and the occasional explosion as a Geonosean gun was destroyed.  Finally, they were near their positions.  “Open fire!” Obi-Wan commed.  The Ventors opened up, and soon, megaton-grade lasers were raining down on the front line.  The anti-aircraft guns didn’t stand a chance.  The ones that weren’t vaporized were crushed from debris.  There were a few that still fired, as the LAATs made their approach, with a few shot down, but well over 85% managed to make it to the landing area.

*****

“Our forces are far better than what I expected,” Obi-Wan said.

“Agreed, sir.  They didn’t know we were coming, for once,” Cody said.   “It’s a welcome relief.”

“Indeed.  Now, our combined forces should be able to breach the shield.  Anakin, take a small squad through the shield.  Get the guns designed to take out a ground assault on the shield offline, and then we’ll move in with our forces.”

“Sounds good to me,” Anakin said.  He, Ahsoka, and a few members of the 501st- volunteers and Rex- began their assault almost immediately.  They raced towards the main guns, Anakin and Ahsoka trying to deflect as many blaster bolts as they could back at the droids or the bugs.  Some clones were killed by explosions.  Others were carried off to who-knows-where.

“Why do they just… carry them off!?” Ahsoka growled, deflecting a few blaster bolts.

“I don’t know!” Anakin grunted.  “Come on!  Droid poppers!” he instructed.  He and Ahsoka threw them, and the aim was true.  The artillery was knocked out- at least temporarily.  “Bring up the tanks!” he comed.  Soon enough, the AT-TEs were brought around, and opened fire on the shield generator.   After several successive shots, the shield generator was destroyed, and the bombardment from the Ventors resumed.  After only a few more minutes, Geonosians came out with their hands up.

“Huh.  I didn’t expect any to surrender,” Anakin said.

“Me either.  This is quite strange…”

“I don’t think we have much time to consider it,” Obi-Wan declared.  “We’ll have to search for them after the factory is destroyed.”

“Yes.  As soon as Poggle is in our custody, we can locate the missing troopers,” Anakin rationalized.  “What’s the plan?”

“Well, we could try to use orbital bombardment, but something tells me it wouldn’t work as well.  The Geonosians tend to be subterranean, and unless we’re willing to order a Base Delta Zero bombardment, then they’d be fine.”

“I’m not willing to destroy the planet,” Mundai declared.

“Me neither,” Obi-Wan said.  “So we’ll have to do the attack manually.  Does anyone have any suggestions?”

“Do we have any reinforcements?  I don’t want to leave anything to chance,” Anakin declared.

“Master Luminara?  Do you read me?” Obi-Wan asked.

“I read you, Master Kenobi.  We’ve set a Seperatist fleet meant to reinforce the planet into a full retreat. We’re ready to reinforce your position.”

“Copy.  Sending coordinates now,” he replied, doing just that.  “Also… the Geonosians have been flying off with our troops.   Be aware of that.”

“Why would they do that?” her Padawan, Barriss Offee, asked offscreen.

“To drop them at a high height to kill them, I think,” Mundai hypothesized.  

*****

Corric struggled and thrashed as his captor flew him to Force-knows where.  They entered a tunnel system, where he found himself deposited.  “What do you bugs want!?” he growled.  “I won’t tell you anything!”  Then, three more Geonosians tackled him, and pulled his helmet off.  One then came forward with a wriggling slimy thing.  “What… What is that?  Don’t get it near me!  Don’t!” he pleaded.  He was held down as the worm- for that’s what it was- was placed on him.  It… slithered?  Did worms slither?  He didn't know.  It moved up to his face, before forcing itself up his nose.  Then, he felt his muscles contort and twist.

“Greetings, Clone.  I apologize for the rough treatment, but this was the only way to get you into the Hive,” a feminine voice said.

“W-what?!  W-who… what is this!?” Corric exclaimed.  He could still feel the worm inside him.

“I am Queen Karina… and I need your help.”

Chapter Text

Ahsoka was leading a briefing.  Rex had put tape over Anakin’s mouth, at his Padawan’s request.  “The first waypoint will be the bridge.  It’s a natural checkpoint, and they have guns here and here,” Ahsoka said, poking two spots, which lit up.

“Umphphuff urphulves fuh rupi fire,” Anakin helpfully added.

“There will be heavy fire, so watch yourselves,” Ahsoka said.

“Muph umph uph huph ouph ur ummo un ur muedpks,” Anakin instructed.

“Your blasters and medical equipment should be full.  It’s likely that you won’t get a resupply for quite some time,” Ahsoka explained.  “I think that’s about everything.”  She then gently pulled off Anakin’s tape.  “Thank you for not tearing that off, Master,” Ahsoka said.

“You’re welcome.  Also, Rex?  You can stop glaring.”  Rex proceeded to do that, and put his helmet back on.

“Thanks for the tape, Rexter,” Ahsoka told the captain.

“No problem, Commander.  It was your briefing, and the General might try to interrupt you.”

“He did,” Ahsoka pointed out.

“Well, we couldn’t understand him,” another clone pointed out.

“That was the point, yes,” Rex said.  “If the General’s going to rudely interrupt his baby jedi all the time, it’d be better if we can ignore it more easily.  That, or he keeps his mouth shut and trusts her a bit more.”  There were chuckles from the clones.

“I trust her!” Anakin protested.

“When you trust her enough to let her lead the briefings, I’ll let this go,” Rex said, holding up the tape roll.  “Until then… the Anakin Silencer will be in my possession.”

“Until Master Kenobi finds out about it,” Ahsoka mocked.

“He’ll have to fight me over it,” Rex growled.  He then looked up.  “General Luminara’s here.”  He raced off and saluted the Jedi Master.  “General.  Commander.  Good to have you both here,” he said.

“Thank you, Commander Rex,” Luminara said.  “Barriss, don’t mind General Skywalker and his padawan.  They tend to play loose with rules.  The results are astoundingly good.”

“Thank you for the warning, Master,” Barriss said, as they approached the duo.

“Padawan, please introduce yourself,” Luminara requested.

“Barriss Offee, at your service,” Barriss said, curtseying.  

“Ahsoka,” Ahsoka replied, shaking her hand.

“It’s good to see you again, Master,” Anakin said.

“It’s good to see you too, Knight Skywalker.  Come, we have much to discuss.”  The four Force-users then gathered around the hologram.  “A frontal assault is risky- the factory is heavily guarded, so losses will be high.  An orbital bombardment would likely merely damage it, not destroy it outright, due to the tunnels.  And speaking of the tunnels…” Luminara pressed a button, and a series of tunnels were shown.  “My ship ran a scan of the area to map out the tunnels.   Here’s what they look like.”

“It’s a maze,” Anakin replied.

“Yes, but I’ve had Barriss memorize all of the tunnels.”

“Wouldn’t a holomap also work?” Ahsoka inquired.

“This is as much of a test as a battle.  Even in wartime, we must train our Padawans,” Luminara explained.  “And we will be the diversion.  Poggle’s forces will likely focus on us, while they go through the maze.  A simple, yet effective tactic.”

“Are you sure?” Anakin asked.

“We’ll be fine, Master,” Ahsoka answered reassuringly.

Anakin wanted to retort, but he felt a nudge from the Force.  It felt… assured.  “Very well, Padawan,” he said.

“Here.  Chronometers,” Luminaria said.  Everyone put them on.  “Synchronize on three… two… one… now.”  Everyone did so.  “Let us begin.”  The padawans nodded, and raced off.  Anakin and Luminara returned to the holo.

“We’ll have to do something incredibly bold,” Luminara said.  

Anakin fiddled a bit.  “We march the troops across the bridge- parade style.  That’ll draw their attention.”

“That would gather all of their forces, to be sure.  I’d recommend the tanks going in the lead, so the troops take fewer casualties,” she suggested.

“Agreed,” Anakin replied.

Blue Bois:

General Reckless:  @everyone we’re moving out.  The plan is to be a diversion for the Padawans.  We’re marching parade style directly at the fortress, with the tanks in the front to provide cover.

Rextangle:  And this prevents the Commanders from taking fire?

General Reckless:  Correct.

Fives:  Understood, Sir.

Kix:  I’ll prepare for the wounded.

Anakin closed his com.  “Have you told your troops?” he asked.

Luminara nodded.  “Let us begin.”

*****

Corric wandered the tunnels, somehow knowing the directions to take.  “Care to explain more now?” he asked out loud.

“I am the Queen of the Hive of Geonosis.  Through schemes, plots, and Poggle’s influence, I have become the first Hive Queen to rule the entire species in centuries.  I planned on a campaign of peaceful expansion, and to bring Geonosis into the Republic as a manufacturer of droids and other goods on the scale of Kuat Drive Yards… However… Poggle betrayed me.”

“Betrayed?” Coric asked, noticing several other Geonosians following him.

“He used my status to elevate me to a living god… and gods are not supposed to speak directly to their people.  I am isolated in my cavern, unable to speak my wishes to the Hive.  Poggle claims to act ‘in my name’, but he has full control.  I never wanted my people to wage war on the Republic.  I merely wish for peace.”

“So you want to join the Republic?” Coric inquired.

“Yes.  If I can gain access to more of my people, I can sway the planet to your side.  The drones and warriors that have carried you away are the ones who learned the truth.”

“And the worms?”

“They are a desperate attempt.  They are the brain worms- capable of controlling beings- and even the corpses of the dead.  They are part of the Hive Mind, and as the only queen, they are truly under my control.”

“Wait… you could take me over!” Corric exclaimed, trying to reach into his nose.

“Yes, I could.  But I am using them to connect you to the Hive, so I may speak through you.  Already my servants are scavenging the lands for your kind who were shot down by Poggle’s minions.  I hope to make this a show of good faith.”

“And care to tell us how to get rid of them?” Corric grumbled.

“Cold.  They hibernate, and their control ceases.  They can be pulled out quite easily, though they would likely leave to search for a warmer area before any need for extraction.”

*****

The Padawans had made it to the bottom of the cliff by now.  They could hear the exchange of blasterfire from the ridge, and knew they had to act fast.  Barriss listened to the wall, and then cut a large square hole in it, revealing a tunnel.

“Nice work!” Ahsoka whispered.  “Now, should you lead, or should I?”

“I will lead, as I know the way,” Barriss replied.   The two then began the long trek in the dark.

“Why are they empty?” Ahsoka whispered.

“I don’t know,” Barriss replied.  After a few more minutes, they saw the first Geonosians.  They hid, and began to wonder about how to take them down.  To their surprise, the two insectoids looked at each other, and began walking away.

“Where are they going?” Ahsoka whispered.

“I don’t know…” Barriss admitted.  They followed them.  “They’re headed for the factory,” she told Ahsoka.  They then opened into a larger cavern, where there were more sleeping Geonosians.  “Oh no.”

They then heard a faint snap.  “What was that?!” Ahsoka whispered.  They soon got their answer with the two Geonosians they were following discretely snapping the necks of the sleeping ones.  One of the two paused, and made a ‘follow me’ motion.

“They know we’re here,” Barriss gasped.

“Why are they helping?” Ahsoka wondered.  She got a feeling that they were on their side, so she stood up.  Barriss gasped, but the Geonosians didn’t fire.  They made a motion with their guns, and began walking.  Ahsoka followed them, Barriss following her.

“We’re still on the right track, right?” she asked.

“Completely,” Barriss responded.  “I… I don’t think this is a trap.”  They followed their unlikely guides to a hole in the cavern they were in.  The warriors made a motion to it.

“Up?” Ahsoka asked.  They nodded, and flew up.  The Padawans followed, still completely perplexed at this aid.  One of them looked down the shaft after they got up, and nodded.  He said something to his comrade in their language.  The other nodded.  By now, they heard the sound of the machinery.  Ahsoka looked up.  “That… is a lot of droids,” she muttered.

“Come on, the main control room is this way!” Barriss said.  The group of four took off in a sprint, and arrived in the control room.  Ahsoka tossed the insectoids some of the detonators, and they made themselves useful in planting them.  One clicked something to the other, who nodded, and said something else in reply.  As one, they loaded their weapons.

“I think we’ve been spotted,” Ahsoka said, placing the last of the bombs on the core.  Sure enough, the door opened, revealing a tank that they’d never seen before, a tactical droid, several Geonosians… and Poggle.

Poggle made furious clicking noises at their two allies, before they made more clicking noises.   The other Geonosians looked at Poggle, who clicked back.  They turned their guns to their allies.

“Collect their bombs, and then terminate them,” the tactical droid commanded.  The new tank type began to open fire, and the two deflected the shots.  Meanwhile, their allies took down most of the bugs who tried to disarm their explosives, but enough got away.  Eventually, Ahsoka got tired of the tactical droid, and threw a detonator at the tank… right next to where the tactical droid was.

“Ah ha ha ha.  Foolish Jedi.  The supertank is impervious to all of your puny explosives!” he declared.

“You aren’t!” Ahsoka snarled, pressing a button to detonate it.  The tactical droid had a flash of realization, before it was destroyed.  Then, one of their allies flew by Ahsoka, and pointed to her lightsaber, and then the tank.

“I see what you’re thinking!” Ahsoka realized.  The four of them raced towards the tank.  Barriss leaped on top of it, cut a hole in it, and killed the droids inside.  Ahsoka and their allies followed suit.  “Are these tanks able to withstand the explosion that would occur if we fired on the core?” she asked their friends.  The two nodded.  “Good.”  She turned the tank towards the power source, and opened a com channel.  “Master, we’ve lost our explosives, but we’ve commandeered a tank.  Try to dig us out after this, along with the two Geonosians who helped us,” she requested.  She ignored his protests, and fired the missiles in the tank at the core.  It soon detonated, throwing the tank back, though it held.  They could hear the rumbling of the factory as it collapsed.  Their two allies pumped their fists.

*****

Anakin gasped in horror as the factory came down.  The dust cleared, leaving nothing but rubble.  Luminara sat down and took a meditative pose.  “Master, we can still save them!” he exclaimed.

“No… I can feel their life force fading.  We will not be able to save them in time,” she said.

“You can’t just say that!” Anakin exclaimed.  “Rex, get the LAATs to move the rubble!  Barriss and Ahsoka are still down there!”  He heard the affirmation, and turned off his com.  He then jumped down, and began to use the Force to move some of the debris aside.  The LAATs were available, as were the remaining tanks.

“Skywalker, there is no use,” she said.  “I do care for her… but their time has come…”

“I won’t think that way!  Ahsoka will find her way out!” Anakin exclaimed.

*****

Down in the tank, Ahsoka and Barriss were using their lightsabers as light.  “So, how far down are we?” Barriss asked.

“I don’t think either of us want to think about that,” Ahsoka mused.

“Heh.  I’d rather die fighting than starve.”

“Don’t worry.  We’ll suffocate long before that,” Ahsoka responded.

“Comforting,” Barriss deadpanned.  One of their allies motioned for light.  Barriss moved her lightsaber towards him, and he then pulled out power cells.  He flew towards some other part, and there was a whirring as something turned on.  It wasn’t light, but there was suddenly a rush of air.

“Life support…” Ahsoka realized.  “Got a spare?  I think I can get a pulse for my Master to hear,” she said.  The other one nodded, and tossed her one.  “Come on Master…” she muttered.  After a few sparks, she sighed.  “Ok, that should’ve done it,” she said.

*****

Anakin jolted at the pulse from Ahsoka’s chronometer.  “There!” he shouted, pointing to an area in the rubble.  He and Luminara rushed to the area he had pointed to.  “Help me,” he begged the Jedi Master.  Luminara and him focused, and levitated the debris.  Sure enough, they saw a tank.  “THERE!” Anakin shouted.  They removed the last of the debris, and sure enough, there were four living beings.  Two Geonosians… and two Jedi.

“Hey, Master.  Meet our new friends,” Ahsoka said to him.

“Ha!  Told you not to give up on them!” Anakin told Luminara.

“Skywalker, you misunderstood me.  I did not give up on my apprentice, but, unlike you, when the time comes, I am prepared to let my student go.”  Luminara paused as she got a vision of the future, and found herself bound, and unable to prevent its passing as it happened immediately.  Anakin’s fist hit her dead in the mouth, and sent her flying back twenty feet, and into a column of rubble.  The Force rang with a feeling of Justice.

“Did the Force want your master to hit mine?” Barriss asked.

“Yep, and I can’t blame it,” Ahsoka growled.

“We all need to learn to let go of our apprentices and/or masters,” Barriss said.

“I think that it was interpreted differently for Anakin,” Ahsoka deadpanned, as the clones unburied Luminara.

“So, what’s with the tagalongs?” Anakin asked.

“I don’t know.  Apparently, not all of the Geonosians are loyal to Poggle,” Ahsoka replied.  “Something tells me that we can use this to take over the planet.”

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With the main factory destroyed, the mopup part of the campaign began.  The other factories had to be demolished, for example.  Also, after that cave-in, the Padawans were ordered to the medical ships for a checkup.  As Luminara was nursing the wounds she had gotten (namely some bruises) from Anakin’s punch, Obi-Wan landed.  “I see you did a great job,” he said.  He had been working on destroying other factories while she and Anakin had focused on the main one.

“Yes.  Well, your former Padawan has a bit of a temper,” she said, rubbing her mouth.

“I heard about that,” Obi-Wan said.  “Well, he was following the Force.  I heard it say ‘punch that ass in the mouth’.”

“I heard it as well… why does everything that Skywalker does like that please the Force?”

Obi-Wan shrugged.  “I’ve just learned to go with it,” he admitted.  He then got a beep.  “I must go report to Master Mundai over strategy.  What will you be doing?”

“I’ll be aiding in the search for Poggle.  He likely knows much about the Separatists, so we must capture him.”  She got on her speeder, and took off.  

*****

Obi-Wan returned to Mundai, who was looking at a map of the planet.  “Most of Poggle’s forces came from the Northern hemisphere.  He’s likely on that half.”

“I see.  Any more hints?” Obi-Wan asked.

“No.  Although… these… defecting Geonosians have been very helpful.  Did you know that over 90% of the Clones shot down survived, and were rescued by them?  Of that 90, two thirds wouldn’t have survived long enough to reach us.”

“Indeed.  Whoever they’re working for, they’re working against Poggle.”  Just then, they heard a beeping from Luminara.  “Huh.”

“Let’s not keep her waiting,” Mundai said, turning the holo on.

“Masters, I’ve found a munitions container!  It is unblemished, though we-” Luminara began, before a Clone came into the screen.

“General, we found something,” he said.

“What is it?” Luminara asked.

“An arrow pointing in that direction, with the words ‘Poggle go that way’,” the Clone replied.

“More help from these strange Geonosians,” Luminara mused.  “That appears to be our lead… though what’s in that direction?” she asked.

“There’s the Progae Temple, but that’s it,” Obi-Wan mused.

“That makes some sense.  It wasn’t set up with any weapons that we could see, and held no apparent military value.  Perhaps he has a hidden ship?” Mundai inquired.  Anakin then walked into the room.  “Master Luminara, I’d suggest you hold off your search.  There’s a sandstorm headed your way.”

“I can’t do that, Knight Skywalker.  We need to capture Poggle immediately.  It’s worth the risk.”

“As you wish,” Mundai said, and the connection closed.  The three waited for a few hours, and sure enough, the storm blew in.   Anakin had taken to pacing and chatting with his men via the com.  Fives, as always, had the best memes.

“What’s taking her?” Anakin finally asked.

“Patience, Skywalker,” Mundai cautioned.

“I admit, I am troubled,” Obi-Wan said.  “But she isn’t one to take unnecessary risks.  Anakin, when the storm lets up, let’s contact her, all right?”

“Yes, Master,” Anakin replied.  “Any news from elsewhere?”

“Well, Cody has shared plenty of memes regarding the recent elections,” Obi-Wan said.

“I would like to see these,” Mundai added, stepping closer.  Obi-Wan opened the memes file Cody sent him, Anakin and Mundai watching over his shoulder.  They were laughing within the first three minutes.

*****

Luminara and the Clone assigned with her arrived at the temple.  “You saw the tank, correct?” she asked.

“Yes, General.  He’s here somewhere,” the Clone replied.  There were statues everywhere of Geonosians, along with writing in their language.  “Should you contact the generals?”

“That seems prudent.”  She turned on the hologram, and saw the three.  “Masters, Skywalker, I’ve tracked him to the temple, but I’ve lost the trail.”

“Very well.  Go no further.  He may have set a trap,” Obi-Wan instructed.

“General!  There’s an entrance!” the Clone shouted.

“Thank you,” Luminara said.  “It’s quite possible that he’s entered the catacombs down below.”

“That seems possible.  The catacombs go for miles.  Unless we find more friends who can help us, I’d suggest you leave.”

“Very well.”

“What the- AAAAAHHHH!” the Clone shouted.  She ignited her lightsaber, and then terminated the connection.

*****

Back on the ship, the three Jedi stared in shock.  “That… isn’t good,” Obi-Wan said.

“No… no, it’s not,” Anakin muttered, slumping down.  They both stared at him.   “...What?”

“You seem to be more patient about this,” Mundai said.  “Are you doing the reading?”

“Yes, and I also know how foolish it is to try to navigate in a sandstorm.  Even if we set out, we’d get nowhere.  Once it clears up, we can send a larger force.”

“I am very proud of your good judgment, Anakin,” Obi-Wan replied.  They waited for about an hour, and the storm lifted.  Immediately, Anakin, Obi-Wan, and a squad, got into a gunship, and were underway.  Mundai stayed behind to direct the rest of their forces. They flew as fast as possible, and landed soon afterwards.  “Stay alert, and spread out.  See if you can find anyone,” Anakin instructed.

“You heard the General,” Cody shouted, and the clones spread out.  Cody found something- or rather, someone- quite soon.  “General, it’s Muster.  He’s alive.”

“And quite covered,” Anakin said.  “Whoever did this wanted to make sure he was here when we found him.”

“Well, that hopefully means more friends,” Obi-Wan mused, as Cody brought the unconscious Vod back to the LAAT.  After he returned, the Jedi lifted the cover of the entrance Muster had mentioned over the hologram.  As they did, Cody saw a familiar -but not quite the same- glimmer.

“Her lightsaber,” he said, holding it up.

“That’s not good,” Obi-Wan mused.  “Evidently whoever took her didn’t want her using it.”

“Poggle?” Anakin asked.

“No… I don’t think so,” Obi-Wan replied.  “There are… rumors that the Geonosians are like bees- they have a Queen.  There have only been rumors, but other than that…”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out.  Maybe the Queen’s on our side,” Anakin joked.  They then entered, and after several minutes of marching, they hadn’t found anyone.  Cody was scanning the rocks.

“Here, this one seems to go down furthest,” he said, pointing to a smaller tunnel.

“I’ll go first,” Obi-Wan instructed.

*****

Down at the very bottom, Luminara was being dragged.  After a brief moment, she finally woke up.  “Wha…” she slurred.  She then looked at her captors.  While Poggle was leading them, these white-eyed Geonosians had been rather gentle with her.  Poggle made some clicking noises, and the white-eyed ones let out grunts and groans.  Poggle smirked, and then said something else in their language.  They fell silent.  That’s when she tried to escape.  Using her own binders as a weapon, she tried to fight the white-eyed ones, only to realize they didn’t seem to feel pain.  Eventually, she ran, and activated her hologram.  “Master Kenobi!” she shouted.

“Master Luminara?!  Are you all right?!” Obi-Wan nearly shouted.

“If you’re in here, leave!  It’s too dangerous!  You have to fall back!”  She was then recaptured, and her signal was cut.  She turned, and saw the white-eyed ones pile on her.  She struggled, but there was no hope.  After that, they continued.  One of the white-eyed ones said something to Poggle.  He made a few clicks, and, to her horror, she saw a Clone- one she recognized.

“Travis?” she whispered.  He’d been one of the clones flown off.  Travis said nothing, but grabbed ahold of her.  “Travis, what’re you doing?!” she exclaimed.  Travis made a few hand signs that roughly translated to ‘work with me here’.  Luminara then sighed.  “What did they do to you?” she whispered sadly.

*****

“She must be nearby!” Obi-Wan shouted.  “Come on!”  They ran faster, and then… they saw white-eyed Geonosians… though they didn’t look to be in the best of shape.

“This… isn’t good,” Obi-Wan muttered.  Then, they parted, and all pointed to a cavern.

“Are they… some of the ones that help us?” Cody whispered.

“It appears so.  Lead the way, gentlemen,” Obi-Wan said.  The white-eyed ones shambled forward, and led them… somewhere.  The trek continued in silence for about ten minutes.

“Do you smell that?!” Anakin gasped.

“I do.  Thanks for the reminder,” Obi-Wan deadpanned.  “Where are you taking us?” he asked the ‘guides’.  One then bent down, and wrote something in the ground.

‘Queen’

“So she does exist,” Anakin mused.

“Well, let’s not keep Her Majesty waiting,” Obi-Wan snarked.  They then found her.

“That’s… one big bug,” Anakin said.

“Yeah…” Cody agreed.  Then his eyes caught something.  “Sir… look,” he whispered.

“Is that a bomb?” Anakin asked.

“Yes, sir.  What should we do?” Cody inquired.

“The Queen may be on our side.  Men, disarm all the bombs you see, but be discrete,” Obi-Wan instructed.

“General?”

Anakin spun around.  “Corric!?” he whisper-shouted.

“It’s good to see you, sir.  Poggle’s pitching a fit in front of Karina.”

“Who?” Obi-Wan asked.

“The Queen, General,” Corric said helpfully.

“And you know her name, how?” Aankin asked.

“She’s in my head, General.  Something called a ‘brain worm’.  It’s how those corpses are walking.”

“They’re zombies!?” Obi-Wan nearly shouted.

“Yes, sir.  They’re the only ones besides Poggle to be allowed near her.  They also lack the dexterity to disarm Poggle’s charges.  As for me and the others… if we move towards them, Poggle would set them off.”

“So he set them?  Why?” Cody asked.

“Because he and the Queen don’t see eye-to-eye.  Come on, since I see you, she sees you.  It’s rude, in her opinion.”

“Well, since Corric is alive, then let’s see what she has to say,” Obi-Wan said, stepping into the main area.  The clones dispersed, and soon found more charges, with some zombies trying to get to them.  When they arrived, the zombies parted.  The Clones got to work.  Obi-Wan didn’t know how they were doing, so he finally stepped into the light Luminara’s binds were generating.  Poggle immediately started clicking up a storm.

“They are guests,” Corric growled at him.

“Master Kenobi, I thought I told you specifically not to follow me,” Luminara scolded him.

“Well, I decided to learn from Anakin and not follow orders,” Obi-Wan replied.

“Hey…”

The queen made a sound.  “That was laughter, General,” Corric helpfully translated.

“So… you are the Jedi…” the Queen said.  “I hope my allies… were helpful.”

“So it was you who was supporting us,” Obi-Wan said, surprised she could speak Basic.  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Queen Karina.  Thank you for your help, though Poggle here seems to be quite unhappy about it.”  Poggle was waving his stick around, and clicking madly.  The two ignored him.  “Now, why have you captured Luminara?”

“I wanted… to see though her!” Karina exclaimed.  An egg was brought forward, and given to Poggle.  A worm wriggled out of it.

“Oh.  Oooooooh,” Corric said.  “General, let it happen.”

“What… is that?” Anakin asked.

“A brain worm.  She wants to connect General Luminara to the hive mind.”

“WHAT!?”

“Anakin, stop panakin,” Obi-Wan soothed.  “And why would you want that?”

“This… Force… would be useful to the Hive… and for… better relations.  And perhaps… my own desires…”

“And what is that?!  Conquering the Outer Rim?!  Infesting the Galaxy?!” Anakin snarled, reaching for his lightsaber.  Obi-Wan stopped him.

“I wish to enter the Coruscant School of Journalism.”

There was a pause.  “...What?” all three Jedi asked at once.  Poggle placed the worm on Luminara.

“I’d rather you not do that, thank you,” Luminara said to Poggle.

“Master…”

“Oh come now, Anakin.  I want to see how it works.  Which does it enter?  Ears or nose?  Corric?  How does it enter?”

“Nose, sir.  It feels like a giant booger.”

“Noted.  Thank you, Corric.”

“Any time, General.”

They watched as the worm circled Luminara, and then… it entered.  Luminara thrashed for a moment, before she went slack.

‘I… can reach you… now.’  Was projected into the Jedi’s heads.

‘Uh oh,’ Anakin thought.

‘I see your men disarming the traps Poggle laid in the event I got…. Uppity, in his words.  Here are the remaining ones.’  There was a sudden aerial view of the cavern, and each one was circled in red.  Kenobi nodded, and placed his hand to his ear.

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Tired Father:  @Only Sane Son, here’re the remaining bomb areas.  Queentrap.jpeg.

Only Sane Son:  Understood, General.

Obi-Wan lowered his com.  “If I may ask… if you’re the Queen, why doesn’t Poggle listen to you?”

“I wish it were that easy… he has ripped himself from the Hive, and sworn service to Count Dooku… with his help, he has elevated me to the level of a god… and gods do not talk to the lower castes.”

“I see.  I assume he was supposed to be the only one who told the rest of the planet your will?”

“Yessss… but some workers found me… and I told them the truth… they have spread the truth to as many as possible… some believe it… some don’t.  Those who know are your allies.”

Poggle then made a series of clicks, followed by a yowl.

“He said that either you leave, or he activates the bombs,” Corric helpfully translated.

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Only Sane Son:  @Tired Father we got the last one

Obi-Wan smiled.  “We’re not going anywhere, Poggle,” he said.  “And feel free to try to assassinate your queen.  I assure you, it won’t work.”

Poggle slammed his staff to the ground, and then hit the top of it.  There was nothing.

“The bombs are… disarmed.” the Queen said.  The zombies immediately swamped the Archduke, and he was held down.  “You want him… alive.  Would you rather that… I take everything he knows?”

“That would be useful, yes,” Obi-Wan said.  More zombies brought a brain worm over, and it entered the nose of the Archduke.  He thrashed for a bit, before stilling.  “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

‘The pleasure… is all mine.’  The worm then left Luminara, who gained a pale look.

“Knight Skywalker is two-for-two.”

“Two-for-two in regards to what?” Anakin asked, as the mind-controlled Poggle ordered the droids and his followers to stand down.

“Finding giant creatures that are Force-Sensitive,” Luminara said.  “She wanted to know if levitating things- including herself- was normal.  I told her it isn’t.”

“...Well, I must say that’s surprising,” Obi-Wan mused.  “So, what happens now?”

“I… wish to see the sun… again,” the queen said.   Several zombies were collecting the eggs she was laying.

“I don’t think you can fit, Ma’am,” Corric said.  In response, the queen closed her eyes, and grimaced.  The zombies dropped the bowls and made a net out of themselves, as a torrent of eggs came from within her.  After about seven minutes, all of the eggs were out of her, and she was able to slither up to them.  “This… is better.”

“That’s a lot of eggs,” Anakin said.

“I held them in… the less of my children that Poggle used… the better.”

“That makes sense.  Ma’am, can I have my body back now?” Corric asked.  The worm immediately shot out of his nose.  “Thank you.”

“She didn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do, right?” Obi-Wan asked.

“No, General.  She just used it to communicate.”

“And are all accounted for?”

“One is on one of your cruisers… for use in the morgue, if allowed.”

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The use of the brain worm in the morgue was vetoed for now.  Now, once they found a vagrant or criminal of the Queen’s choice on Coruscant, then she could use the body as her puppet.  It was fascinating that the Hive Mind extended so far, in Obi-Wan’s opinion.

“...And the Queen has provided us with troves of knowledge Poggle held.  We have dozens of Seperatist bases, Seperatist sympathizers by the bucketful… and even those targeted for assasination,” Obi-Wan explained in his report.  Anakin had gone off to Padme for his Leave.  Ahsoka was doing some training at the temple.  That left Obi-Wan to deal with the Council.  “Oh, and one more thing.  Master Koth, it appears that General Grevious was is planning on tracking your ship down and torturing you to death,” he said.

“Well, that’s a vote of approval of my abilities as a Jedi if there ever was one,” Koth said.

“Well, I’d suggest you remain on Coruscant for now.  Grievous would suspect a trap, especially if news that Poggle’s brain is ours to pick leaked out.”

“Revealed, it likely already has been,” Yoda stated.  “A trap, we will not set.”

“Very well,” Obi-Wan replied.

*****

Anakin and Ahsoka both were now at the Chancellor’s office.  They had been interrupted by an urgent message via a three-way DM by someone with the name ‘Lizard Mom’, who had requested their presence in the Office of the Supreme Chancellor immediately.  Fox had then DMed them that yes, that was Shanzi.  The two made their way up to Fox’s office, where they found him working on more economic paperwork.

“General.  Commander.  Have a seat, please,” he requested.  The two Jedi did so.  “First of all, that Geonosian Queen has been a major boon for us.  Poggle’s information has been a gold mine.  There are sympathizers everywhere, but for now, I’m sending you after this man,” Fox said, showing a hologram.

“Who’s that?” Ahsoka asked.

“That’s an arms dealer, Commander.  He’s been rumored to be selling weapons to the Separatists, and not just blasters.  We’re talking the building blocks to chemical weapons.”

“On Coruscant?!” Anakin exclaimed.

“The materials themselves aren’t threatening- it’s only when they’re put together can they pose a serious threat- hence, why he needs to go down now,” Fox reported.  “This isn’t a Blue Shadow Virus situation, but it would be very bad if the Seppies managed to build it here.”

“How bad?” Anakin asked Fox.

“Casualties ranging in the millions, if not billions,” Fox replied, deadly serious.  “Therefore, you need to hunt him down.  Also… here.”  Fox tossed Anakin a couple of red inhalers.  “Purge.  I want you to, while you’re down there, do a trial run of the stuff.”

“Yes, Vice-Chancellor,” Anakin replied.  “Do you have anything to add, Chancellor?”

‘There are… rumors… of a new gang nearby… armed with better weapons then most… and a very ethical code of honor.  Seek them out.  I wish to know more about those on my new home.’

“Very well.  One arms dealer, and one gang that’s more of illegal public service?  We’ll track them down,” Anakin declared.  “Come on.”

*****

They were soon in the undercity.  The two passed a humanoid who was hacking up a storm.

“Spice withdrawal,” Anakin told Ahsoka.  “Here,” he said.  He gently fit the hit of Purge into the man’s mouth, and hit the button.  “Breathe in,” Anakin instructed.  The man, delirious from withdrawal symptoms, did so.  Anakin removed the container, and the man started hacking up a storm for a few minutes.  After that, he was breathing evenly.

“The Shakes… they’re gone…”

“Happy to be of service,” Anakin told him, heading off.  The man just stared at them in utter confusion.  “Well, it works quite well,” he said.

“Agreed.  The issue will be distribution,” Ahsoka hypothesized.

“Could the Chancellor be a spice mule for the stuff?” Anakin wondered aloud.  The two looked at each other, and collapsed in laughter, holding each other for support.  Anakin then checked the holo Fox had given him.  “His meetup is here.  You stand guard.  I’ll try to get him,” Anakin instructed Ahsoka.  Ahsoka nodded, and Anakin entered.  Ahsoka noticed several people eyeing her, though there was one human with a pauldron on his shoulders glaring daggers at those eyeing her up.  She gave him a smile of appreciation.  Then, there were the sounds of blaster and lightsaber combat, and a horde of patrons spilled out of the bar, shoving the Tortuga aside in their hurry to escape.  She tumbled to the ground, and the rest of the crowd parted.  The man helped her up.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” Ahsoka said.  “You are?”

“Myles,” the man said.  Ahsoka got a better look at him.  He was definitely scarred, but what stood out the most was that his right leg was entirely a prosthetic.   She stopped staring.

“Uhhh… Kid?” Myles asked, pointing to a fish-like person.  Ahsoka looked at the man he was pointing to, and gasped.

“My lightsaber!” she exclaimed.  Myles raced after the man, but he slipped away in the crowd.  “Oh no… my Master is going to kill me…”

“I got a visual,” Myles said, using his hands to cover the top of his eyes.  “You go back to doing… whatever.  I’ll follow him.”  He tossed Ahsoka a com link.

“Thanks?  Why are you helping me?”

“Because not everyone can say they were able to help a Jetii’ad,” the man said in some strange language- though it sounded familiar-, before disappearing into the crowd.  Ahsoka stared in confusion for a bit, before Anakin showed up, the dealer in custody.

“You all right?” he asked.

“Yeah…” Ahsoka said, moving her hands to hide her lack of lightsaber.

*****

They returned to the Jedi Temple, where the Council planned to interrogate the dealer before turning him over to Shanzi.  “Hey… Master?  Can I go do some research?” Ahsoka asked.

“Sure,” Anakin said.  Ahsoka ran off to the archives, where she found Jocasta Nu.

“Master Nu, I need your help,” she said.

“Oh?  What is it?” the Librarian asked.

“I got my lightsaber stolen,” Ahsoka admitted.

“Oh dear.  Well, what can I do to help you?”

“...Someone offered to help me, and gave me a comlink.  He said his name was Myles… and he called me a… Jetii’ad?”

Nu’s eyes narrowed.  “I see.  You appear to have encountered a Mandalorian.”

“A Mandalorian?!” Ahsoka exclaimed.  So that’s why it had sounded slightly familiar!

“Yes.  Most likely, he was a bounty hunter of some sort.  What was his armor like?”

“He… he just had a pauldron,” Ahsoka admitted.  “His right leg was completely cybernetic as well.”

“...I see.  Did he show any hostility?”

“No… not to me.  There were people sizing me up.  He glared at them, and was kind.”

“Hmmm… strange.  Well, as luck would have it, Master Sinube is here,” Nu said, pointing to an older master, who was snoring.  “He knows quite a bit about the planet’s underworld, so he’ll be able to help.”

“Umm… should we wake him?” Ahsoka asked, nervous.

“Yes,” Nu replied, tapping him.

“Uwah?!  I’m up!  I’m up!” the aging Master shouted, looking around.

“Quiet, please,” Nu requested.

“Y-yes, Ma’am,” the Master stammered.  “What do you need?”

“I’m Padawan Ahsoka Tano, and someone stole my lightsaber while I was on the lower levels.  Master Nu said you could help me.”

“I see.  A common occurrence, unfortunately.  Kyber crystals are worth a fortune on the black market,” Sinube said.  “Any descriptions?”

“Yeah.  He looked like he was from an aquatic world.”

“So you’re saying there was-”

“And you may stop right there,” Nu deadpanned.

“...Fine.  Spoil my pun.  Where were you?”

“Slum district- G17.”

“I see… Do you have a good picture?”

Ahsoka paused, before the comlink buzzed.  She held it up.  “Hello?” she asked.

“I got a lock on the thief,” Myles said.  “Male Patrolian.  Yellow scales.  Do you want me to send a picture?”

“Yellow Patrolian in that area… give me a moment…” Sinube muttered, turning on a data-slate.  “Ah.  His name is apparently Bannamu.  A known thief.  And who might you be?”

“My name is Myles.  I am assuming I am speaking to a Jetii? ”

“A Mandalorian… How interesting.  I do not know why you’re helping us, but it is appreciated.”

“...Personal reasons,” Myles said.  “I don’t mean any of you harm.”   The Force rang with ‘Truth’.

“Very well.  Young Ahsoka and I will meet you at the district.  What color is your armor?”

There was a pause.  “I lost it… long ago,” Myles admitted.

“I see… may I ask how?”

“A trap.  I managed to shimmy out of my armor after losing my leg.  With it there, I was assumed dead.”

“Very well.  See you soon,” Sinube said, pulling out his cane.  “Now, remember to slow down, and take your time, or you won’t find what you’re looking for.  I know it seems odd to say that, but I know a thing or two about the Underworld here.”

“Very well, Master,” Ahsoka replied, swallowing a groan.

*****

They arrived at a small restaurant, where Myles was waiting.  “Greetings, Elder,” he said to the wizened Jedi.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Sinube said, as they sat down.  The owner, a Quarian with an implant, looked at them.

“Can I help you?” he asked.  Ahsoka began to open her mouth, but Myles beat her to it.

“I want to buy a Jetii’kad,” Myles said.  “Got any leads?”

The Quarian jolted at the Mando’a.  “...I don’t serve Death Watch,” he said slowly.

“I’m not with those dar'manda,” Myles snarled, hate seeping into the air like a cloud.

“...Very well.  Any requests?  I have one in storage.  Green color.”

“I’ll take it,” Myles said.  “Do you have it with you?”

“...No.”

“Then tell me where the weapon is,” Myles requested.

“The buyer’s at Spider Arm’s Hostel.  Tell me, Mandolorian… who are these people you’re with?”

“Those who would wish to have a lightsaber,” Myles said, passing a couple of credits to the information broker.  “Well, let’s go.”  The three then went to the Hostel.  It was a decent walk from their location.

“Remember, be quiet,” Sinube told them.  “And that includes your mind, Padawan.  Do not let your anxiousness cloud your mind- it will be harder to get a read on him.”  The three walked down the hallway, and then, passing one door, Ahsoka and the aging Jedi froze.  “That one,” Sinube said, and Ahsoka ripped the door off.

“Alright, Fishsticks, give me back my lightsaber!” Ahsoka growled, lunging at him.

“I-a don’t a-have it anymore!  Almost-a gotta killed by it!” the aquatic being stammered.  “Sold it!  I-a sold it to a Nack Movers!”

“Ouch,” Myles said, wincing.

“Indeed.  He is a very dangerous individual,” Sinube mused.

“He’s with hisa girlfriend in Happyland!” Bannamu told the three.

“Damn… not good,” Myles said.

“We have to hurry!” Ahsoka shouted, rushing off.

“Oisk,” Myles muttered, grabbing the elderly Jedi and running after her.

*****

They caught up with her near their destination.  “Padawan, you must have patience!  You fear that if someone kills someone else with your lightsaber, you’re just as guilty!”

“Ah yes, the old tactic of blaming the weapon,” Myles snarked.  They then came across a door with a slashed security lock.  “And here we are.  After you,” he said to Ahsoka.  Ahsoka pried the door open, and they came across a room with clear signs of a struggle.

“Nack?” Ahsoka asked Myles, pointing to the cooling corpse.  The Mandalorian nodded.  “Great…”

“A-are they gone?” a woman asked, peeking from her hiding spot.  “T-the men who killed-”

“Aaaaand you can drop the bullshit,” Myles said.  “Check the other rooms,” Myels instructed Ahsoka.  “Her partner should still be here.  I’ve done a job for Nack, and there was her and a Terralin Jango Jumper,” he explained.  Ahsoka raced off, and sure enough, Myles was right.  

“That’s mine!” Ahsoka shouted to the Jumper.

“A Jedi?!” she exclaimed, She kicked the window open, and immediately tried to hoof it, Ahsoka hot on her heels.  She pulled out the com Myles gave her.

“You were right!” she shouted as she ran after the thief.  Myles smirked at that.  Meanwhile, the fake victim had called her speeder.  She raced off, and jumped in her speeder.

“I saw the tracker,” Myles said to the Jedi Master.

“I see you understand patience quite well,” Sinube said to Myles.

“Indeed, Master Jetii.  Now let’s go get the other one.”

*****

Myles and Sinube found Ahsoka sulking.  They were on two police speeders- Myle’s was a two-seater.  “So have you learned patience?” Sinube asked her.

“She’s long gone,” Ahsoka moped.

“No, she isn’t,” Myles said, smirking.  “Your older Jetii placed a tracker on her.  We got the location.”  Ahsoka leapt onto the two-seater.  “And let’s get going.”

“Master, you said that Kyber is extremely valuable.  How valuable?”

“The amount in Master Yoda’s lightsaber would sell for ten million credits,” Sinube replied.  “And he doesn’t use that much at all.”

“Yep.  It’s a heist that’ll set you up for life.  You’d be able to live off the interest from that fat stack of credits alone,” Myles added.

“Indeed.  Now, they’re probably going to try to lie low on another part of the planet.  So we’ll cut them off at the train station,” Sinube said.

“Yeah.  We should speed up,” Myles said.

“Patience, my Mandalorian friend.”

“There’s patience, and then there’s going fifty under the speed limit,” Myles deadpanned.  Sinube looked at the speedometer.

“Oh.  Right.  Well, I guess we can go a bit faster…”

*****

They arrived at the train station after a medium-length ride.  “Do you sense her?” Myles asked the two Jedi.

“No.  There are too many people worrying about the small things for me to get a precise location,” Sinube explained.

“Same,” Ahsoka said.  “We do have the tracker.”  The three began to walk forward with purpose.  Then, the tracker let out an emergency beep, and shut down.  “Blast!”

“I see them!” Myles shouted.  The two criminals turned, and Ahsoka saw her lightsaber.

“Stop them!” she shouted.  The Republic Droids started to surround them, only for the Jumper to ignite Ahsoka’s lightsaber, and start to swing it with reckless abandon.  Ahsoka raced after her.  Myles didn’t bother.

“I see you will talk to the one who decided not to rush off?” Sinube inquired.

“That, and I don’t have a jetpack,” Myles deadpanned.  “The next stop?”

“Agreed.”

******

Ahsoka finally caught up to her… but by then, she was using a Twi’lek woman and her child as hostages.  “It’s the end of the line,” Ahsoka declared.  “Surrender now, and hand my lightsaber over!”

“Hah!  Not happening!  They stay with me!  And don’t try to claim you’ll take their place!  Jedi mind tricks are well-known!”  Now Ahsoka was at a loss.  She had to trust that Sinube and Myles would be at the next station.  After about ten minutes of standoff, the train stopped.  The Jumper walked towards the doors, only for them to open, revealing Sinube.  He drew his lightsaber, which had been inside his cane.  The Jumper tried to fight, but with a few bored strokes, he disarmed her, and Ahsoka caught her blade.

“I see someone has learned patience,” Sinube said calmly.

*****

The two Jedi went back to the Temple, with them giving Myles a stipend from the Temple funds for his trouble.  He took it gratefully, and left.  He then called a cab, and went to his apartment.  There, he had most of his things.  His new armor- forged in Little Keldabe, was nearby.  His new jetpack was also there.  This would, hopefully, be the last night on this planet.  He then comned someone.  Said person was heavily scarred.  He had black hair that seemed to sway from an unfelt breeze.  His left arm was cybernetic, and were he bare, his chest- front and back- would’ve shown signs of laser scars.

“Myles… it’s good to see you again.”

“And you as well,” Myles said to the caller, placing his right hand over his chest.  “I ran into some Jetii today.  They weren’t a master and padawan pair, from what I could tell.”

“I see.  Any dislike over your heritage?”

“No, sir.  There was just general surprise that I was helping them.”

“I imagine.  It is good that they carry no grudge.  I imagine that it died after Galidraan.”

“I envy you getting to avoid that,” Myles admitted.  “So does that mean we are to begin our movements on Mandalore once again?”

“Indeed, Myles.  I have finished my contact network.  We are strong again.  Soon… we should be able to step out of the shadows once more.”

“Am I to return to Mandalore as well?” Myles asked.

“Yes.  As a Ha’at veteran, it is imperative that you come back.”

“As you command, Mand’alor Mareel.”

“Please, feel free to just call me Jaster.  You’ve earned it.”

Chapter Text

Obi-Wan Kenobi was surprised to discover that the new Supreme Chancellor had asked for his presence, along with his Padawan, and his Padawan’s padawan.  The three walked into the chambers, where Fox was sipping caf from the Senator’s cafeteria, feet up again.

“Hey, Generals, Commander,” he said, putting his feet down.  “I got you all some caf.  Straight from the Senator’s Lounge.  It’s the good stuff, I’ll tell you that.”

Obi-Wan, a tea addict, passed.  Anakin tried some.  “Wow.  This is really good,” he said.

“Yeah.  I requisitioned a couple tons of the stuff for the Guard.  Oh, the complaints and screams made my month,” Fox said, a massive smile on his face.  “They tried to claim I couldn’t do that, but since I had the Chancellor’s permission, I was allowed to requisition it, and if they had managed to stop me… well… I’m in the Senate now, and I could’ve just taken all of it and given it to the Guard as a gift,” Fox chuckled.

“I assume we’re not here to talk about Caf?” Obi-Wan replied, an eyebrow raised.

“No… no, we’re not,” Fox said, shuffling some papers.  “There are rumors circulating that the current ruler of Mandalore is planning to throw her lot in with the Separatists- a Duchess Satine Kryze,” Fox said.

Obi-Wan’s heart spiked into his chest.  They hadn’t spoken to each other in… oh no.  “I… I see.  A-and you believe these rumors?”

“Did Master Kenobi just stutter?!” Ahsoka furiously whispered to Anakin.

“I’m just as surprised as you,” Anakin whispered back.

“No.  With the bitchfests the trainers threw about her government, I daresay that she’s the perfect fit for the Council of Neutral Systems.  Even so… I think an official diplomatic meeting is in order.”

‘I would also like to stretch my claws,’ Shanzi added.

“...You’re not serious,” Obi-Wan deadpanned.

“Every Chancellor has to have their first meeting at some point, so why not now?” Fox asked, a sly grin on his face.  “And besides, I’m sure having her there should make things go more smoothly.”

“She wouldn’t be able to fit in the cities,” Obi-Wan pointed out.

“Then the desert it is,” Fox replied.  “Now, General, you will be the one to tell the Duchess where to meet us.  Skywalker?  Empty your ship’s hanger, and then bring it to the smashed-open area.”

“What?” Anakin asked.

“Where else is she going to fit?” Fox inquired, a foxy grin on his face.

‘I wish to meet your little ones,’ Shanzi said.

“...Okay… I’ll tell Rex in person.”  Anakin raced out of the building, Ahsoka following him.

“I’ll prepare for my visit,” Obi-Wan said neutrally.  After he left, Shanzi turned her head to Fox.

‘Will I be able to roll in the sand?  The coarse and rough nature is good for shining my scales.’

“Sure.  It should be interesting to see a 60 kiloton politician rolling around in the sand like an excited child.”

‘:D’

*****

Obi-Wan’s ship made it to Mandalore after a lengthy trip in hyperspace, during which, he was reflecting on the fact that he was seeing Satine for the first time in over a decade and a half.  He wondered how she felt about him.  Perhaps he should’ve called her… but Qui-Gon had been adamant that he leave his attachment behind… despite the prodding of the Force.  He had crushed the prodding down then, due to his first abandonment by his Master due to the Force screaming at him and his master to help the Young- he shook his head.  No use for PTSD here.  He flew his ship towards the domed city where the New Mandalorian Capital was.  He was quickly cleared to land, and hopped out of his fighter.  Most of the people paid him no heed.  However, he noticed a few staring at him.  He brushed it off, and continued to the palace.

“Ah, General Kenobi.  I trust that your journey was peaceful?” the Prime Minister asked.

“Indeed, Prime Minister.  I am here on behalf of the Republic, and also as the announcer.  The new Supreme Chancellor wishes to visit the planet herself.”

“...For one, we are a neutral world.  Such a visit may provoke the Separatists,” the Prime Minister said.  “For another… are the rumors… true?”

“That the new Supreme Chancellor is a massive lizard the size of a non-Coruscant skyscraper, with scales tougher than Star Destroyer armor?  They indeed are,” Obi-Wan replied.  “She’s been doing a wonderful job in her first few weeks.”

“...I see.  Well, we’ll have to meet in the desert, since the city isn’t large enough for her.  Also… please remember our neutrality.  There aren’t any warriors here.  Not anymore.  They were exiled to Concordia after our victory in the war, and those loyal to us voluntarily hung up their Beskar, as it were.”

“Really?  Because the template for the Clone Army is the Mandolorian Jango Fett, and the Clones have mentioned that their trainers were all Mandolorians.”

“...That explains the disappearances of those ones,” the Prime Minister mused.  “But rest assured, our peace will be maintained.  You know the Duchess would rather die than betray her ideals.”

“I am very much aware,” Obi-Wan deadpanned.  And then, Satine entered.  Obi-Wan had to wrestle his love bubbling to the surface.  It played dirty too, whispering to his will about how the Council approved his padawan’s marriage.  However, Obi-Wan’s will managed to pin it, and the referee that was his consciousness declared his will the winner.

“Master Kenobi… my shining Jedi Knight once again rides to my rescue, armed with his powerful blade,” Satine loudly declared.  Obi-Wan’s love tried to make a sound, but his will reminded him that he had won the wrestling match.

“After all these years… and you still grow more and more beautiful,” Obi-Wan replied.

“I thought you were the Negotiator, not the Flirter,” Satine replied, sitting upon her throne, one of her colleagues behind her.

“Well, I diversified my portfolio,” Obi-Wan answered back.  “Now, to business.  While I know you wouldn’t dream of betraying the Republic, even if it didn’t mean getting into a war, there are both rumors and incidents surrounding Mandolorians.  A few weeks ago, one of the Ventors was sabotaged by a Mandolorian,” he said, pulling up a hologram.  It showed one in full Beskar fighting.  The Prime Minister released a spike of hatred, but he didn’t show it.

“You must be mistaken, Master Kenobi,” he said.  “None of us would commit to violence.  That past is behind us.”

“I assume the Senate is trying to get this rumor spread, so they can investigate?  Has Chancellor Palpatine decided to steal our mines?”

“Chancellor Palpatine is dead, Duchess,” Obi-Wan steely answered.  “And in his place, Supreme Chancellor Shanzi has taken over.”

“Shanzi… I do not know of this Shanzi…” Satine mused.

“You wouldn’t.  She was unearthed on Malastare only a few weeks ago.  She is what is known as a Zillo Beast,” Obi-Wan explained.  “And she’s coming here herself, so you’ll get to see her.”

“A what?!” the person by her throne exclaimed.

“A titanic monster- easily over three hundred feet long.  She weighs in at sixty thousand tons, and her scales make Beskar look like paper,” Obi-Wan explained.  “So no, Duchess, Chancellor Palpatine is not after your mines, unless his ghost is looking for them,” he replied evenly.  He hid his loathing for the bastard quite well, in his own opinion.

“...I had… heard rumors… but I didn’t put much faith in them,” Satine admitted.

“Well, the rumors are true,” Obi-Wan said.  “Now, to business again.  The Senate didn’t order the investigation- that was the Jedi.  I opposed it, as I know you quite well.”

“Yes… yes you do,” Satine replied, extending her hand.  Perhaps you would like a tour of our city?”

Obi-Wan walked up, and took his hand.  “Indeed I would,” he said.

*****

They were now outside the palace, Satine giving him a tour of the city.  “It is good to see you again, Obi-Wan,” Satine said.

“Indeed.  I really should have called at some point,” Obi-Wan admitted.

“If half of the things you told me about your Master were true, then that would’ve been a mistake on both of our parts,” Satine admitted.  “It still hurts that even after his funeral, you never called.”

“Old habits,” Obi-Wan admitted.  He had considered it, though every time he did, he could feel the heat of Qui-Gon’s blade slicing his hair, the feeling that if he claimed to be following ‘The Will of the Force’ when his Master disagreed, he’d be disowned as a padawan again.  “On a different, more pleasant topic; Mandalore has recovered quite well.”

“Yes.  It was hard, but the people are safe again,” Satine said.  “Although… there are some who disagree.”

“So there are those who would attack us,” Obi-Wan said.

“Yes.  They call themselves ‘Death Watch.’  Do you remember them?”

“...I do.  Those monsters…” Obi-Wan snarled.  “They have so much Jedi and Mandalorian blood on their hands…”

“Yes.  Mareel was willing to listen to reason.  While he wanted a return to the Warrior ways, he was at least honorable about it.  He would’ve taken exile over turning Mandalore into a wasteland,” Satine admitted.  “We thought Death Watch was exterminated, and their sympathizers were exiled.  Unfortunately… they have regrouped.  Currently, they are mere hooligans. The worst they have done is vandalism, and this saboteur you mentioned.”

“It won’t stay that way,” Obi-Wan replied.  “You and I both know that they won’t settle for anything less than control of Mandalore.”  They began to discuss their opposing ideologies, when they saw people running away from the monument they were near.

“Move!  MOVE!” an older man shouted, before tackling the Duchess.  Obi-Wan was shocked… and then the monument exploded.  “Are you all right?!” he asked her.

“Yes, thank you,” Satine said.  The man rolled off of her.

“Good.  We weren’t able to disarm the bomb, but we were able to minimize casualties,” he said.

“We?” Satine inquired.

“Me and some friends,” the man replied.  Obi-Wan sensed more, but he decided to drop it for now.

“This… this wasn’t Death Watch, was it?” she asked.  Obi-Wan felt a spike of hatred from the man, not unlike the Prime Minister.

“Look,” he said, pointing to the blast area.  There, floating in orange, was the Death Watch sigil.  He then turned to the guards.  “No one leaves!” he shouted.  He then saw someone push aside two more people, and run off.  “You there!” he shouted, chasing after him.  The suspect got to a staircase, only to be tackled by another man.  Obi-Wan caught up in time to see the one who tackled him place handcuffs on him.

“Tahla'ada Kyr'tsad Laosr…” the man snarled.  He got off the struggling terrorist, and turned to Obi-Wan.  “Is the Duchess safe?”

“Who are you?” Obi-Wan asked.

“I am an old man… who remembers when the Mand’alor fought these demagolka,” he spat.

“You were once a True Mandalorian!” Obi-Wan exclaimed, as the Duchess appeared.

“There is never ‘once was’,” the man said.  “I swore myself to Mareel, and I will follow his legacy until the day I finally die.”

“I see,” Obi-Wan said.  “I have read the Supercommando Codex… a pity how things turned out.”

“Indeed.  I imagine that, if it weren’t for his kind,” he spat, kicking the struggling terrorist, “You Jetii and us Ha’at would’ve made a great team.”

“Indeed.  Thank you, sir.”

“My please, Jetii,” the man replied, leaving them, and disappearing into the crowd.

Obi-Wan turned to Satine.  “It appears that the True Mandalorians have a few members left…”

“I don’t want this turning into a three-way insurgency!” Satine exclaimed.  “Come on, let’s head back to the palace.”

*****

The two got back to the palace, prisoner in tow.  Obi-Wan had searched for explosives, and had found nothing.  “Duchess!” the Prime Minister exclaimed.  “I heard what happened!  Are you all right?!”

“Yes, Almec.  I am all right,” she said.  “This is a man who tried to flee the scene, and I believe he is with Death Watch.”  There was that spike again.

“Are you Ha’at?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Was,” Almec replied.  “I was wounded before Galidraan, and spared by the Jedi.  Now, I am here, doing my best to keep the people safe.”

“That explains the spike of hatred,” Obi-Wan said.  “There were a few more former members who helped minimize casualties, and one helped me catch him,” Obi-Wan explained.  “The Duchess fears another front against her.”

“I assure you, Duchess… as hard as it is for me to admit it… The Ha’at are gone.  And if they were still around… you know what the Reso’nare, and especially the Codex, says about targeting civilians.”

“I remember reading it, yes,” Satine replied.  “Take him away,” she instructed the Prime Minister.

“Yes, Duchess,” Almec replied, grabbing the prisoner.

*****

Almec led the prisoner down to the detention level.  It was only then that the prisoner finally started to speak.

“Gar? A verd? Gar cuyir ti mies... hut'uun or'dinii! Bic malyasa'yr gotal'ur ta'yr ibac gar buryeja'ye Jaster b kurate malyasa'yr katwatka gar teh-” he began, before Almec turned around, and nodded once.  His guards nodded back, and left.  He then punched the prisoner, sending him flying.

“Gar cuyir or'dinii, demagolka. Gar mirdir ibac Ha'at cuyir slanar? Ibac an ibac cuyir ba'slanar be mhi cuyir a kisol ruug'la jag? Gar cuyir katkrabagr. Par asas gar ganar regrouped ... bid ganar mhi.”

The Prisoner looked at him, before laughing.  “HA HA HA HA! Gar cuyir nuh'la, nuhunla, ra mruskr! Ha'at cuyir naastar de cuun dajunar! Gar cuyir naas! Jaster cuyir kyr'amur bat Korda, bal Jango cuyir thtabida! Kaysh cuyir nama, bal na'yah solus! Naasad be gar bid- juha ' ori'ramikad ' su haalur! Shi trikar'la, ruug'la or'dinii l'awih at di'kutla kurate!”  

Almec gave a wicked grin.  “ Ka’ra dagine atiu... Mand’alor... meg hwa Ni narir ti kaysh?”

“I will speak to him…” a voice said, and a man in beskar armor stepped out.  His face, however, was uncovered.  Now that there were others in his presence… Everyone could tell that there was something Off about him.  Not enough to make one disloyal, but it showed that he was touched by the Force- or Ka’ra, as the Mandalorians called it.

“You… YOU!  NO!  NO NO NO NO NO!  YOU’RE DEAD!  YOU WERE KILLED!” the Prisoner shouted, thrashing.

“I should’ve… but I wasn’t,” Jaster replied.  “Now… tell me everything…”

Mando’a translations:

Fucking Death watch Scum…

You?  A warrior?  You are with these... cowardly fools!  It would make sense that your pathetic Jaster's morals would prevent you from-

You are the fool, monster.  You think that the True are gone?  That all that are left of us are a few old men?  You are wrong.  For as you have regrouped... so have we.

HA HA HA HA!  You are funny, or delusional!  The True were destroyed by our plot!  You are nothing!  Jaster was killed on Korda, and Jango was enslaved!  He was taken away, and died alone!  None of your so-called 'supercommandos' still breathe!  Just sad, old fools clinging to worthless morals!

The Ka’ra decided otherwise... Mand'alor... What should I do with him?

Chapter Text

Obi-Wan and Satine waited for the Prime Minister to return.  After a few minutes of silence, he did, eyes haunted.  “Concordia has fallen,” he said.

“I beg your pardon?” Satine asked.

“Concordia is in the hands of Death Watch.”

“That’s impossible!  The governor-”

“Is the head of Death Watch.  The prisoner was willing to divulge that.  I was able to spook him past his normal fanatical loyalty.”

“And how did you do that?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Psychologically,” Almec replied.  “I didn’t physically harm him, though.  Don’t be surprised if he starts claiming that a man who was confirmed to be dead is walking Mandalore.”

“Do I even want to know?” Obi-Wan asked.

“No, sir,” Almec replied.

“...Very well.  Thank you for the information.”  The Force was singing with ‘Truth’ about this, so Obi-Wan trusted it.  Almec bowed, and walked away.

“You certainly decided to trust him quickly,” Satine noticed. 

“The Force told me he was being truthful,” Obi-Wan replied.

*****

On Coruscant, the Resolute was lining its hangar doors up with the Senate Building’s Shanzi-sized hole.  “Steady…” Anakin told the admiral.

“The last time we had this creature- sorry, Chancellor Shanzi on board, she was unconscious.  What happens if she decides to wander?” Yaluren asked.

“Where would she wander to?” Anakin retorted, as Fox and some of the Guard were walking out, and placed themselves in an escort position.  The hole was then filled by the Chancellor, who was, as usual, not wearing anything.  Anakin had a mental picture of her wearing the Chancellor’s uniform, and stifled a giggle.  Shanzi was very curious, sniffing the Ventor for a while, before plodding into the hanger.  The fighters and LAATs had been carefully moved away, so she could lie down in the hangar.  Her translation device was still on her neck as she finished getting her tail inside the ship.  The doors then closed.

“And she’s in,” Rex reported.

“Good job, Rex,” Anakin said.

“This is genuinely faster than most Senate pickups,” Rex deadpanned.  “And we can’t really give her a tour.”  Just then, Shanzi scooched forward, and placed her head in the hanger’s entrance, so she was staring down the hallway.

“...That’s hardly mature of you, Ma’am,” Anakin said.  In response, Shanzi snorted him into a wall.  “...And neither was that, for that matter.”

“Since when do you have ANY say in what’s mature?” Rex deadpanned.

“Shut it, Rex,” Anakin told the Clone, which caused Rex to chuckle.

Blue Bois:

Foxtrot has entered the chat.

Foxtrot has added Lizard Mom to Blue Bois

Foxtrot has given the role of ‘Supreme Chancellor’ to Lizard Mom.

Foxtrot:  About time to get her to the other major chatrooms.  Good luck.

Foxtrot has left the chat.

Lizard Mom:  :) Hello

Fives:  …Well then…

Kix:  So… greetings, Ma’am.  Do you wish for us to list our names or numbers?

Lizard Mom:  *Concerned Lizard Mom noises* Names.  Just names, little ones.

Jesse:  ‘Concerned Lizard Mom noises’?  Whaaaa?

General Reckless:  That’s when the translator is translating body and/or non-word communication.

Rextangle:  So it’s not a fuckup.  Good.

Lizard Mom:  Little ones shouldn’t swear.

Rex looked at the Chancellor.  “So, this is your first time off Coruscant since you were sworn in.  We’re headed to the Mandalore system.  It’s a bit of a journey, so just… hold on.”

CCChat:

Rextangle:  @Foxtrot does Shanzi even use the bathroom?

Foxtrot:  Not that I’ve seen.  No piles of crap besides the Senators in the Senate Building.  Maybe let her out and about after you land on Mandalore?

Rex closed the chat.   “Just… hold it in, please.”

‘I won’t have to relieve myself for another year.  My digestion is very slow.’

“Well, that’s a relief- no pun intended.”  There was a snort from that.  Rex then went to his quarters, and decided that now was a good time to sleep.

*****

Satine, Obi-Wan, and Almec were discussing their options.  “So Concordia is under hostile occupation… what do we do?” Obi-Wan  asked.

“Well, we can’t just let them stay!” Almec exclaimed.  “Duchess, let me gather some of my old comrades.  I can-”

“And let this become a three-way civil war once again!?  Mandalore barely survived it last time!” Satine exclaimed. “I already said no to this!”

“We may not have a choice.  It’s likely that Dooku is allying himself with them.”

“That’s correct,” Almac supplied.

“How did he have so much information?” Satine asked.

“The Death Watch shares everything.  They’re so brainwashed that they’d never betray their comrades,” Almec spat.

“And yet you broke him,” Obi-Wan pointed out.

“The Ha’at had ways,” Almac replied.  “Now, before we continue this line of thinking, I suggest we prepare for the meeting of the Supreme Chancellor.  Is there an open area nearby the city?”

“...Yes…” Obi-Wan deadpanned.  “It’s open for hundreds of miles.”

“Well, let’s set up a coordinate location to meet,” the man who hadn’t introduced himself yet suggested.

“I agree.  How about… 50 miles south of the city, in this valley?” Obi-Wan recommended.

“Sounds good,” Satine said.

“I will make the preparations,” Almec said.  He then headed off.

“I eagerly await, Duchess,” the other guy said.

“So, it’s just us again,” Obi-Wan said after the other two had left.

“Yes… I hope that your new Chancellor will be willing to let Mandolore stay neutral.”

“That depends on the Clone’s opinion,” Obi-Wan replied.

*****

It was the next day.  The Ventor had received the coordinates, and touched down.  There was only one squad that exited the Ventor.  The ramp extended, and the Zillo Beast marched forwards into the sun.  She squinted as she looked around, before removing the translation device.

“What are you-” Anakin began, before she took off sprinting into the desert.  The clones got an eyeful of the Supreme Chancellor rolling around in the sand, tail wagging.

“...Sir?” Rex asked.

“...I cannot… I don’t… what?” Anakin managed to get out.

“I think she’s taking a sand-bath,” Kix mused, already setting up an emergency medical area.  “Likely due to her size, and the strength of her scales, water would only do so much.  She’s using the sand to rub off any debris that’d be stuck to her.”

“Thank you, Kix,” Fives said.  “I thought she was just wanting to play.”

“...That may also have something to do with it,” Anakin said, pointing to the translator.

‘ :D Yaaaayyyy ssaaannndd!  *Happy Lizard Mom noises*’

“Indeed.  Well, who’s going to collect her so as to be at least somewhat professional?” Fives asked.  Jesse raised a hand.

“Alright, Jesse.  Go on and guide her back,” Rex said.  Jesse nodded, and grabbed a speeder.  He took off, and after thirty minutes, came back with a purring Shanzi.

“...Yeah, her scales look better,” Rex said after a moment.

*****

Hidden away, several Mandolorians lay hidden.  “That’s Jango’s voice, all right,” one said.

“The Republic doesn’t do things by halves, do they?” another asked.

“I told you all that the rumors were true,” Almac, plain clothed, explained.  “Patience.  Even if the Duchess thinks that we would recreate the three-way civil war, this is the best chance we have to show ourselves before the Republic.  Even if Satine manages to maintain Mandolore’s neutrality, Death Watch will likely not remain idle.  Therefore, we are here to counterbalance that… and to make sure that the Clones get their rightful places in the Ha’at, once the war is over.  Any sign of Death Watch?”

“No, Sir.  But they’re out there… waiting… I know it.”

“It’d be likely that they infiltrated the Palace, much like we did,” Almec agreed.  “I suspect Tal Merrik.”

*****

On another side of the valley, a large detachment of Death Watch, including Pre Vizula and Tal Merrik (Who wasn’t in his armor), were watching.  “So, the rumors were true,” Tal mused.

“Look at the size of that thing!” one of the soldiers gasped.

“I can’t wait to see if its scales can be used alongside beskar!” another one muttered.

“Quiet.  It may be hard to believe, but I sense a trap.  Our comrade in arms told Almec everything he wanted to know.”

“Traitor,” Pre spat.

“Indeed.  But how was it possible?”

“Tal, the Ha’at were destroyed.  Almec may be a former member, but his type is all that’s left- pathetic old men who fondly remember their foolish adventures.”

“You can’t be too sure.  Almec said that the Duchess and Kenobi shouldn’t be surprised about rumors of a dead man on Mandalore.”

“...My father killed Jaster Mareel,” Pre snarled.  “And Jango is confirmed dead via decapitation.  Who else could lead them?”  There was no response.  “Now, we wait.”

*****

Satine and her escort arrived on time- barely.  She hadn’t gotten much sleep after another attempt by Death Watch to kill her- Obi-Wan was there, in what looked like Rancor pajamas, to protect her yet again- so it was with quite a bit of surprise that she had found a note by her bedside table.

If you hurt him I will kill every single being on your planet, just to be sure you cannot escape.

That had been disturbing, especially when footage showed the letter just appearing out of thin air.  Obi-Wan had said that it was heavy with the Force, but not any signature he had ever felt.  Then, they had to speed off at frankly ludicrous speeds to make it to the landing zone.  The Ventor was spotted after a good ten minutes, and afterwards, they saw Shanzi shaking off some sand, and getting something hung around her neck.

“What is that?!” Satine exclaimed.

“That’s the translation device so you can hear what the Supreme Chancellor has to say,” Obi-Wan shouted over the engine.

“THAT’S the Supreme Chancellor!?” Satine exclaimed again, as they pulled up.  Almec was already there- having left them a note saying he’d left early.  So was Tal Merrick.

“Duchess, it’s so good to have you here,” Tal said.

“Likewise, Senator,” Satine replied.  “So, this is… Shanzi.”  There was a loud snort as Shnzi inhaled deeply, before lowering her head to Satine.  Her massive eye sized up the Duchess, before her translation device came into view.

‘Hello.’

Satine gulped.  “Greetings… Supreme Chancellor Shanzi,” she said.  “I take it this is not a mere formal gathering.”

‘Not really.  Obi-Wan, what is the status of Mandalore?’

“There’s an old terrorist organization called Death Watch trying to assassinate the Duchess again.”

“Again?” Anakin asked.

“This is actually my second encounter with them,” Obi-Wan replied.  “The first was when I was a Padawan.  It was a year-long mission.”

“I see…” Anakin mused.

“Now, enough of the chatter.  I am here because I wish to not get involved in this war,” Satine explained.

‘Understandable.’

“And I don’t want to be dragged into it!”

‘Also understandable.’

“I wish to plead my case to the Senate,” Satine added.  “I feel like it would be good for the Neutral Systems to be able to better express our desire for peace.”

“And if the Separatists disagree?” Obi-Wan mused.

“Even extremists can be reasoned with,” Satine replied.

“Yes, but only if your voice isn’t drowned out by the clanking of their battle droids.  They are quite loud, especially when they march unopposed and occupy entire planets.”

“Ah, the sarcasm of a soldier!” Satine scoffed.

“The delusion of a dreamer,” Obi-Wan snarked back, an edge in his tone.  “I bet that they’re approaching us right now, in fa- oh.  Oh dear.”

“What is it, Kenobi?” Satine grumbled.

“We’re in a canyon.”  Shanzi immediately plodded over them, and lowered herself.  Now they were in her arms.  “Thank you, Chancellor, but I think the inside of the ship would be better.”

“I don’t know… those scales are pretty tough,” Anakin replied, rapping his fist on one of them.  “Now, where were we?”

“We were discussing how best to keep Mandalore from becoming a second Naboo,” Obi-Wan explained.

“I would hardly call us a second Naboo!” Satine scoffed.

“It’s only a matter of time, my dear.  After all, your personal guards are not capable of thwarting an entire invasion.”

Almec coughed.

“Something to say, Almec?” Obi-Wan asked.

“They’re not the only defenders,” he said.  “My old colleagues would be willing to fight for Mandalore.”

“As deadly as the Ha’at were, I hardly think a dozen or so old men would be able to thwart an entire invasion- or a coup d'etat from a newly revitalized Death Watch.”

“You think they’d dare?” Satine scoffed.

“Oh, I know they would.  If Cancordia has already fallen, it’s likely that they’d be emboldened.”

“And what would you suggest, General Kenobi?” Satine spat.

“A Republic military presence would be able to deter them.  The Clones are clones of Jango Fett, who was the Manda’lor.”

“And if need be, I’d personally adopt each and every one, so technically they’d be a home defense force,” Almec added.  “But I imagine that Death Watch wants an occupation.”

“What do you mean?” Obi-Wan asked.

“The Republic positions their troops on Mandalore.  Think for fifteen seconds about our history.  Tell me how that would go.”

“...That is a very good point,” Obi-Wan conceded.  “But that leads us to square one again.”

“We don’t need an army!  We can-” Shanzi suddenly engulfed the Duchess, Obi-Wan, Almec, and Anakin in her mouth, as several explosions rocked the valley, the Ventor’s engines giving out as well.  The four were then unceremoniously swallowed, and found themselves inside Shanzi.

“...Well, this isn’t the sort of meeting I was hoping for,” Anakin mused.

“Hmmm… no discarded bits of Palpatine,” Obi-Wan declared.  “No acids either.”  Suddenly, Rex, Kix, Fives, Redeye, and Mixer were unceremoniously slid down into them as well.

“Well, all aboard the Shanzi Express,” Rex deadpanned.  Sure enough, there was movement, and they heard the rapid thud-thud-thud of Shanzi scurrying away.  After about twenty seconds, the stomach contracted, and they were unceremoniously vomited up.

‘*Concerned Lizard Mom noises* Are you all OK!?’

“...What was that all about?” Anakin asked, wiping the Zillo spit off of him.  Then they saw the Ventor taking to the sky- they were up over the Canyon walls.  There were anti-ship batteries firing at it.  “Oh.”  Then, they saw some sort of missile hit the batteries, which led to smoke obscuring the battlefield.  “What the heck?!” Anakin exclaimed, igniting his lightsaber.  

“Death Watch was waiting for us!” Obi-Wan realized.

“But who’s firing at them?!” Satine exclaimed, before she paused.  Almec was smiling.  “Almec…”

“Apologies, Duchess, but it isn’t safe here,” he said.  He pulled a sleeve back, and hit a com.  Just then, three Mandos in full Beskar flew over.  “Get the Duchess to safety,” he ordered.  The three nodded, and grabbed Satine.

“Let go of her!” Obi-Wan ordered.

“Jetii, we’re on the same side,” the Mandalorian replied.

“Almec, you traitor!” Satine growled, as the three gathered around her.

“Duchess, you misunderstand.  These are not Death Watch.  They are Ha’at.”

“They can’t be!  They’re too young!” Obi-Wan exclaimed.  “Unless…”  There was an explosion, and they saw several Death Watch members chasing after them.  “MOVE!” he ordered.  The Ha’at fired at the Death Watch, as the group fled.  Shanzi lunged at their heavy artillery.  The Jedi and Clones brought up the rear, and they quickly fled over to a patch of boulders, where more Ha’at were waiting.

“Almec…” Satine growled again.

“You’re welcome,” Almec deadpanned, putting on his Beskar.  “After Galidraan, it fell to me to keep the remnants of the Ha’at together.  For six years we struggled, recruiting, rebuilding… keeping ourselves in the shadows… and then… he came back.”

“Who?” Obi-Wan asked, before he felt it.  A walking Force Anomaly.  “What is that?”

“That, Master Jetii, would be me,” a man said.  “Jaster Mereel, at your service.”

Truth.

“Impossible,” Satine whispered.  “You… you were dead.”

“I should’ve been… but I wasn’t.  As I lay dying on Korda, I heard a voice… the voice of the Ka’ra itself.  He spoke to me… and he told me, and I quote:  ‘I still have need for the Galaxy’s CPS.’  I was then flung into blackness.  I felt my wounds close up.  I watched as they regenerated, and I was dumped into a ruin on Mandalore, where I found Almac.  It was hard to discover that it had been fourteen years since Korda… and ever since… I haven’t aged a day.  The only injury I sustained was my arm.”  He showed his cybernetic limb for good measure. 

“The Ka’ra touches him.  You feel it, don’t you?” Almec asked the Jedi.

“He’s an Anomaly in the Force… how did we not notice this?!” Obi-Wan exclaimed.  Everything around Jaster Felt Off!

“I kept far away from the Jetii.  I made contact with the old clans who followed me.  For the past 17 years, I’ve been leading from the shadows.  And yet, had I been only an hour faster, Jango would’ve never taken the job he did for whoever hired him for the Cloning process.”  Jaster looked at the Clones, who removed their helmets.  “You wear my son’s face… I can only hope he treated you like you were his sons.”

“Prime?  As if,” Rex scoffed.  “He only wanted one of us- Boba Fett.  The rest?  We were just meat droids to him- cattle to be sold to the Republic.”

There was a massive spike of anger from Jaster.  “Jango… what have you done?” he whispered.  “You… you defied my teachings… where is this Boba?”

“Unknown.  Prime was killed on Geonosis,” Rex said.

“I know… and I… I understand why,” he got out, before shaking his head.  “I’ll grieve later.  For now, we need to rendezvous with your ship.  Your Chancellor is quite adept at fighting.”

“Yes… though I’m partial to not ever using her for transportation again,” Anakin replied, still sticky.

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“So, where’s Tal?” Satine asked, after a moment.

“With the Death Watch,” Almec spat.  “I knew it…”

“You knew and didn’t tell me!?” Satine exclaimed.

“I had a hunch, but accusing someone without evidence isn't Ha'at's style, Duchess.”

“Indeed, it isn’t.  Neither is killing civilians.  It’s what made fighting your faction so damn hard,” Jaster groaned to Satine.

“So, what now?” Obi-Wan asked.

“I think we should get to our ships, and rendezvous with your capital ship in orbit,” Jaster suggested.

“And you are coming with me?” Satine asked, suspicious.

“As your guard.  While I am the Manda’lor, Mandalore’s stability comes first.  And right now, you’re the best chance for that,” Jaster replied.  “And it’d be a good idea for the Ha’at and the New to present a united front.  Two sides is better than three, correct?  And General Kenobi, I’m sure that you wouldn’t mind escorting her.”

“And will I be escorted by more of your mercenaries?”

“Yes- one that I know will be more zealous to protect your life then any one of us.”  A female Mandolorian came up.

“Bo?!” Satine exclaimed.

“Hello, Sister,” Bo-Katan said.  “I’m sorry about this.”

“This… this is a betrayal!  You spit on my sacrifices!  Our father’s sacrifice!  Y-you join a Warrior group-!”

“Father was willing to work with the Ha’at!” Bo shouted.  “It was that action that gave Mandalore a future that wasn’t under the boot of Death Watch!  Not that your actions weren’t nearly as bad!”

“You take that back!” Satine shouted.

“You abandoned our entire culture, good and bad, on some foolish idea that just because we had committed crimes in the past, our entire culture must be eradicated!  Beskar?  Defense?  Foundlings?  We have ORPHANAGES now!”

Jaster glared, before clearing his throat.  “Family issues aside, we really must be going.  Ah, here comes the Supreme Chancellor now.”  Sure enough, Shanzi was thudding along at high speeds.  She leapt into the air, and landed with an earth-shaking thud about two hundred meters away.

‘Are you all ok?’ Shanzi asked, looking closely at them.

“Yes, Chancellor.  We're all right,” Obi-Wan replied coolly.  “We do need a way out of here that isn’t using you as an armored vehicle.”

“As I said, the Ha’at have ships.  None big enough for the living superheavy tank, but they should suffice for most of us,” Jaster replied.

“And we can’t just leave our Chancellor behind, even if the Death Watch can’t do anything to her,” Obi-Wan pointed out.  “Shanzi, meet up with us 200 kilometers east.  We’ll send LAATs to carry you to the hangar.  Does that sound all right?”

‘Just don’t drop me, so I don’t burrow through a mile of rock,’ Shanzi requested.

“Jaster, how far are your ships?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Here they come now,” Jaster replied, pointing to incoming ships.

*****

Dooku was not having a good few weeks.  First, he had gotten a contingency code from his Master that had resulted in him digging through the piles of possible delays (Sidious may be overconfident, but he was nothing if not prepared for any eventuality, even his own death).  Then, he found it- Protocol X-75- “I have been killed and replaced by my killer in the office of the Supreme Chancellor’.  Then, as if to further complicate matters, his spies reported on the image of WHO the new Supreme Chancellor was.  Dooku had been informed by Dugs loyal to him exactly what had killed Palpatine- something that many Dugs saw as a God of Destruction.  To make matters worse, his spies had informed him that the Beast was very protective of the clones.  The Dugs, when pressed on how to kill the beast, said that it took a certain amount of the fumes of their fuel- but only when brewed in a certain way, which included requiring an atmosphere identical to Malastere’s, and the fumes were so volatile that they self-ignited before they reached 75% of the lethal dosage required anywhere else.  He then holoed Death Watch.  There was a pause, before the leader came in.

“Pre Vizsla.  I take it you have met the new Supreme Chancellor of the Republic?” he drolled.

“Met… more like nearly got eaten by…” the commander of Death Watch growled.  “And we saw a ghost today.  We will need more Separatist forces to aid us.  Many of our old enemies are still alive.”

“The True Mandalorians live again?” Dooku asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You weren’t thorough enough,” Pre spat.  Then, another one of their members came into view, and said something in Mando’a to Pre.  “That’s… that’s not possible,” he gasped.   The other member of Death Watch showed a photo.  “No…”

“Commander, what is the issue?” Dooku asked.

“Jaster Mereel has returned from the dead.”

“Impossible,” Dooku exclaimed.

“I’m sorry, Master Dooku, but that appears to be the case,” Pre said.  “We spotted him with the other Ha’at.  This makes my previous plea for aid even more important.  I daresay that Mandalore will be dragged into this war officially.”

“So it seems.  I will see if I can spare a Droid Army for Mandalore.  In exchange, Death Watch will officially join the Separatist cause.”

“Agreed.”   The holo flickered out.  Both parties knew that this agreement would likely not last long after the war.

*****

The Jedi and clones got aboard the ships, while Shanzi followed from below.  “Impressive work, hiding all of this,” Obi-Wan said.

“Thank you, Jetti,” Jaster replied, having pulled his helmet off.  “When we reach the city, I wish to join the Duchess in pleading Mandalore’s case to the Senate.  I fear that the Death Watch will try to get outside help.”

“You think that Death Watch would ally with the Separatists?”

“The enemy of my enemy is my friend,” Jaster explained.  “You’ve heard of that, right?”

“Indeed.  Death Watch hates the Republic, and the Separatists are fighting against them.  I can see why they’d ally with each other.”

“And the Separatists would likely try to use the Death Watch to take over.  My fear is that they add their armies to the mix.”

“So you would be for a Republic military presence?” Obi-Wan asked Jaster.

“Correct.  The clones are clones of my heir.  I will adopt every single one of them if I have to.”

“Sorry, but you’re out of luck there.  General Plo Koon beat you to it.”

“Damn it… and I can’t force a citizen to disown their ad…”

“I’m sorry, what?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Your Plo Koon was granted citizenship in Mandalore,” Jaster replied.  “With his very Mandalorian views on family, we had to get him.”

“...And how do you propose I tell him this?” Obi-Wan asked.

“I can send him cookie recipes.”

“That would do it, yes,” Obi-Wan mused.  “And what of the Duchess?  Did you separate us for a reason?”  Satine was in the ship behind them.

“Yes.  I wanted to ask you about what you think of her views.”

“I think that her perspective is based on her realities, but with some fantasy,” Obi-Wan carefully replied.

“...And that answers my second question,” Jaster deadpanned.

“Your second question?”

“If you want to marry her.”

Obi-Wan coughed.  “I’m sorry, what?”

“Almec has fed me lots of information on the Duchess.  She loves you… a lot.  A lot, a lot.”

“...Oh.  Oh my,” Obi-Wan said, blushing.  “Well… fine.  Had she said the words, I’d have left the Jedi Order for her.”

“We’d fight to have you in our ranks, Kenobi,” Jaster said proudly.

“Well, I was an avid reader of the Supercommando Codex.  The policies involved are very reformist without abandoning your culture.”

“Mandalore’s culture degraded over the centuries.  We became nothing more than attack dogs for those with the credits.  I wanted something more.  I wanted reform.  In all honesty, I didn’t expect to be declared Manda’lor.”

“And yet, here you are:  Ordained by the Force itself,” Obi-Wan said.

“And here I am,” Mereel agreed.  The ship began to descend, and they could see the Venator in the sky.  “Come.  We have a lot of work to do.”  They landed, and Shanzi plodded up.

‘Thanks for helping my Little Ones,’ she said to Jaster.

Jaster put his fist to his breastplate.  “It was no trouble, Excellency,” he replied.  “Now then, let’s get going.”  He, and the rest of the Ha’at, watched as Shanzi was grappled by over a dozen LAATs, and hoisted into the carrier bay.  Then, they re-entered their own ships, and followed suit.  The landings were done with little to no fuss.  The Ha’at’s ships were parked away from the Supreme Chancellor, who had resumed her prior position of staring out of the hanger and towards the clones who passed by.  Jaster felt particularly brave- having managed to get out a side door- and patted the massive creature on the head.  She gave a purr.  He patted her some more.  More purrs emerged.

“I see you’re adapting to her quite well,” Rex said, watching from the side.

“The Ha’at do not discriminate on the basis of species.  If you are intelligent, you can join,” Jaster replied.  Shanzi gave him a massive lick.  “...Though personal space issues may need to be addressed…”  There was a loud booming sound from Shanzi.

‘HAHAHAHAHAHA’

Rex was joining in the laughter at Prime’s Buir’s expense.  

“...It didn’t get the paint off, at least…” Jaster said slowly.  “I’m going to wash up.”  With that, he left towards the refresher.  As he did, he kept seeing the clones.  They wore his ad’s face.  They used his ad’s voice.  Their mannerisms were definitely different.  It was… uncanny… yet familiar.  He washed up, and went back towards the bridge.  On the way, he passed by the barracks, where several clones were playing sabbac.

“Hey!  Jaster!” one of them called.  “Wanna play a hand?”

“I’d never turn down sabbac,” Jaster said softly.  “And who are you?”

“I’m Fives.  This is Echo,” Fives explained.  He then introduced the rest of his squad.  “Now… let us deal.”

*****

Dealing had a different meaning for Senator Organa.  He was walking with purpose towards the usual office that the Chancellor used, but since… well… she didn’t fit, it was her vice-chancellor’s office.  He strode into the room- now painted a light green and feeling far more welcoming- and found Commander Fox, doing more paperwork.

“Commander?” Bail inquired.

Fox looked up, his helmet off.  “Ah.  Senator.  How are you?” he asked.

“I’m requesting a doubling in my guard.”

“...Found a big issue?” Fox asked slowly.

“You could say that,” Bail explained.  He walked over, and sat down.  “Kuat Drive Yards.”

“Kuat?” Fox asked slowly.

“Yes.  They’ve been upcharging the Venator Class by quite a large margin.”  He handed Fox the numbers- both from the start of the war, and the present.  “A 30% markup, in fact.”

Fox scowled.  “Venators… I know a lot of Vode swear by them… but against Seppie battleships… they fold in half.”

“Indeed.  I also found this,” he said, pulling up a schematic.  “The Venator-II.  Better armored, better shields, and added redundancies to things like life support.  The heavy guns are downgraded, but the hangers are expanded.”

Fox rubbed his chin.  “And the cost?”

“Only 15% more than the regular Venators.  However… Palpatine vetoed it.  Even with the price increasing, and this became the cheaper option, he kept vetoing it.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Fox grumbled.

“Exactly.  I think Kuat was trying to get him to sign off and order the Venator-IIs, but he stubbornly refused to.”

“...Is there any difference in the supply chain of the resources used to make the Venators I and II?” Fox inquired.

“A few,” Bail admitted.  “Most egregious, however… is that the IIs don’t involve the Techno Union.  Kuat left the Techno Union after war broke out, but still relied on them for many technologies.  Here, however, they’ve consolidated their supply chain.”

“The Technos are in deep with the Seppies,” Fox snarled.  “Everyone on the Guard knows it.”

“...That makes Palpatine’s vetoing look more suspicious…”

“If not treasonous,” Fox growled.  “But besides that… was there anything else?”

“The extra money from the Venators has been disappearing.”

“...Disappearing?” Fox asked slowly.

“There’s no paper trail.  Once purchased, the money from that markup just… vanishes.  It goes somewhere… but not into KYD’s profit reports.  I think Senator Danu is stealing funds.”

“...That’s a bold accusation,” Fox replied coolly.

“The last place the money is traceable to- and this took a fair bit of digging- we almost lost the trail several times- is a bank that Danu’s family owns.”

“Send him in,” Fox instructed.  Bail nodded, and strode out.  Fox opened the com.

Redshirt brigade:

Foxtrot:  @Stoned, get your squad to Bail Organa ASAP.

Stoned:  Roger.

Fox closed the communications, and waited.  He didn’t have to wait too long.  Bail and Stone’s squad returned, with Danu in the middle.

“I thought better of you, Gideon Danu,” Fox said coldly.  “War profiteering?”

“I’m not profiteering,” Danu replied evenly.

Fox slammed the files- they were flimsi- down in front of him.  “Hundreds of millions of credits have gone missing, Senator,” he snarled.  “There’d better be a damn good reason!”

“There is,” Danu said, tapping his wrist.  A hologram came up.  “The previous Supreme Chancellor vetoed this project.  I had it continued in secret.  I present to you… the Imperator-Class Star Destroyer,” he proclaimed, sending the holoprojection to the center of the room.  “Better armored, better armed, and better shielded.  The hangar is smaller, but the Venators in service are capable of picking up the slack.  The crew size is large, but it can carry over nine thousand passengers.  Due to one of the engineers pointing this out- all of the canons are leveled differently, allowing for a full broadside towards the enemy while charging forwards.  They cost one hundred and fifty million credits each, but they are worth at least four Venators in terms of combat power.  See those two spires on the bridge?  Each one is a deflector shield generator- when both are activated, the shield is dual-layered, which vastly improves lifespan…” Danu continued on about the ship, while Fox stared, open-mouthed.

“So, is that a good enough reason, Commander Fox?” Danu inquired.  He figured that we wouldn’t have to blackmail the clone for better equipment, after all.  The leaking from his mouth also pointed towards the idea that Fox liked what he was selling.

“Igh uh veru ud-” Fox swallowed the mouthful of drool.  “It’s a very good reason, Senator.  I’ll take ten thousand.”  

Chapter Text

The Venator landed nearby the Senate chambers.  First off were the humans from Mandalore.  Jaster was right behind Satine.  “We’re clear,” he said.

“Is this really necessary?” Anakin deadpanned to Jaster.

“Death Watch can appear anywhere,” Jaster replied bluntly.  “And what happens if they actually manage to get close to the Duchess?”

“She wouldn’t even be willing to use a blaster for self-defense,” Bo Katan added helpfully.

“...There’s pacifism, and then there’s suicide,” Anakin snarked.

“I hardly think you’d understand, General Skywalker,” Satine shot back.  “The New Mandalorians built those domed cities for a reason.”

Jaster hissed.  “Death Watch actually…” he began.

“They did,” Satine confirmed.

“...Okay, I’m missing something.  What did Death Watch use?” Anakin inquired.

“Radiation bombs,” Jaster replied.  “They had Polonium bombs… I never thought they’d actually use them…”

“Should we be worried?  We were out there for quite some time…” Obi-Wan inquired.  “Wait… do they produce a blue mushroom cloud?”

“Yes,” Jaster replied.

“...I saw some go off when I was on my mission to guard Satine…” Obi-Wan realized.

“It has a half-life of about two-thirds of a standard year.  The desert is safe now,” Satine answered.

“...Oh,” Anakin finally said.

‘Oh dear,’ Shanzi added, now wriggling her way out of the bay.  ‘I know little ones can’t survive that much radiation…’

“Out of curiosity, how much radiation can you survive, Excellency?” Obi-Wan asked.

‘...A lot’.

“Define ‘a lot’,” Jaster inquired.

‘...I think that I was once blasted with a beam that put… five thousand sieverts onto my front right hand?  No side effects.’

“...And the beam delivered this dose in…?”

‘One percent of a standard second.’

“I think that’s a ‘yes’ to radiation resistance,” Anakin chuckled.

“For that much radiation that fast?  That is very much a ‘yes’,” Jaster deadpanned.

“Radiation-proof beings aside, I must appeal Mandalore’s neutrality to the Senate,” Satine said.  “We cannot get involved.”

“Umm… why not?” Jaster asked.  “I mean, obviously no Republic forces on Mandalore, despite my opinion on that matter… but the Death Watch is already involved.  I think that I can get the Ha’at to side with the Republic.”

“You are not in charge of Mandalore, Mereel,” Satine replied icily.

“I am literally the Manda’lor,” Jaster pointed out.

“And you volunteered to be my guard.  Nothing more.”

“I am not going to let the New Mandalorians be the only voice in the Senate!” Jaster complained.

“And why not?” Satine asked.

“Because the Ha’at need to be shown as working with the New Mandalorians!” Jaster explained.  “Both sides hold some distrust in some regards.”

“The fact that you recruited my sister says so,” Satine growled.  “Was she always spying on me?  Reporting my every move?”

“Yes.”

“...That was a quick yes,” Anakin interjected.

“We acted as her hidden guard when able,” Jaster explained.  “And we had to know if we were known to still exist.”

“Why not pick up where you left off, then?” Obi-Wan suggested.  “Perhaps it would be in everyone’s best interests if Mereel served as a hidden guard.  I daresay that Death Watch has sent assassins after her.”

“Well, you’ve got the night watch covered, so…” Jaster removed his helmet, and everyone saw a massive bulge in his throat.  There was a thick swallow from Mereel.  “I’ll… not go into the pod.  I’ll camp out and try to eliminate Death Watch members here.”

“...Master… Did I just see what I think I saw?” Anakin whispered to Obi-Wan.

“You mean someone visibly swallowing their pride?  Yes.  Yes, you did,” Obi-Wan whispered back.

“Good,” Satine stated.

‘Are you two done arguing?’ Shanzi inquired, tilting her head as she began to reach her hole into the Senate building.

“Yes,” Satine stated.  “Mereel will allow me, as the ruler of Mandalore, to speak alone.”

“You’re only the ruler because there wasn’t another faction left alive or out in the open,” Mereel snarked.

“And is that not how leadership of the planet usually was transferred when there was a challenge?” Satine replied.

Jaster paused, opened his mouth, and then closed it.  “Kenobi?”

“Yes, Manda’lor?”

“I fear for the galaxy should your future children inherit both of your snarking capabilities combined.”  With that, Jaster grabbed his gear, and left the two stammering and stuttering lovebirds, one Anakin skywalker rolling on the ground in laughter, and one Shanzi, whose tail was showing her amusement as she squeezed herself into the Senate building.

*****

Jaster looked for a good spot to position himself.  There were many openings to the Senate building.  He needed a way to narrow suspects down, and funnel them into a clear area.  As he was thinking, he heard a beep.

Foxtrot has added ‘Jaster Mereel’ to the Redshirt Brigade.

Foxtrot has changed Jaster Mereel’s nickname to ‘Immortal Grandpa’

Foxtrot:  Welcome to hell, we’re all dying slowly.

Immortal Grandpa:  Really?

Foxtrot:  Rex told me the story, which he heard from General Skywalker.

Immortal Grandpa:  Thanks.

Pins:  Explain this title, please.  Fox, we didn’t get briefed.

Foxtrot:  TLDR, he’s Prime’s Buir.  He’s upset that Prime was an ass, and the Force apparently resurrected him.  So he’s seemingly immortal, and our grandpa.

Stoned:  Huh.  Why’s he here?

Immortal Grandpa:  I’m trying to pick out Death Watch assassins.  Is there any good way to narrow down who would try to sneak into a certain area of the senate?

Foxtrot:  Tons, why?

Immortal Grandpa:  I need a way to do that for the Duchess of Mandalore.

Foxtrot:  Okay… well, do you know how to pick out your targets?

Immortal Grandpa:  A phrase in Mando’a.

Foxtrot:  And that is?

Immortal Grandpa:  Kyr'tsad liser va saca par surwearoe.

Foxtrot:  …They’re that easy to rile up?!

Immortal Grandpa:  Yes.

Stoned:  Wow.

Thired of the Senate:  It’d probably be the same as saying (AND I DO NOT BELIEVE THIS) ‘Palpatine was the greatest being to ever hold the office of Supreme Chancellor’ to us blurgh
Pins:  Thire literally just threw up.

Foxtrot:  …Yeah, if it’s like that… it’d be easy to tell.

Jaster closed the comn, and spoke the words of Death Watch Triggering into a recorder.  Then, he went towards an area that would have to be used for access to Satine’s pod, or be anywhere with a clear shot at merely a hundred feet away- and most of that was vertical.  Snipers were another story.

Immortal Grandpa:  @Lizard Mom.

Lizard Mom:  Who’s this?

Immortal Grandpa:  Jaster Mereel.  I need you to block the southern side of the Duchess, if you can.  That would make it so that all assassins have to go by my spot.  Think you can do that?

Lizard Mom:  Sure!  :D

Jaster closed his comn again, and settled into position.  Sure enough, people began to filter through.  He waited.  Then, he saw it.  One of the passers-by gained an extremely insulted and disgusted look.  Jaster took no time getting a bead on him, and pulling the trigger.  The man collapsed.

Immortal Grandpa:  I need a cleanup crew.

Thired of the Senate:  On it.

Jaster waited a little longer, and sure enough, one of the clones came over.

Thirred of the Senate:  …How much did Fox tell you about how we’re treated?

Immortal Grandpa:  You’re not treated well?

Thired of the Senate:  You just capped an aide who’d make us act like massifs and Decom (Have us killed) us if we refused, so thanks.

Immortal Grandpa:  D:< WHAT

Thired of the Senate:  Thank @Lizard Mom for getting those cut

Lizard Mom:  No more hurting the hatchlings :)

Foxtrot:  Well there’s the final evidence… not that there wasn’t enough already…

Thire got to work, and hauled the body out of the area.  Thankfully, there was a storage closet nearby.  They’d have to clean it out later.  Hopefully that was the only one.

*****

“Senators of the Republic, I have come to plead my case.  Death Watch does not represent the will of Mandalore, and my government is taking the action required to root out these terrorists,” Satine declared.  “Mandalore does not need a Republic ground force.”

Shanzi peered at Satine, her eyes showing genuine worry.  ‘I don’t think that you’re correct, there,’ she explained.

“What?  What do you mean?!  You heard my plea on Mandalore itself!”

‘Yes, but a new bit of data was dropped off at my office.   Commander?’  Fox inserted the data chip into the podium, and a message began to play.

“ The actions by our government have taken us into a period of civil war. To acknowledge it would be to invite panic In the streets. ”  Shanzi tapped an extra large button, which paused the hologram.

‘Do you know this person?’ her text-pad read.

“...Yes.  Deputy Minister Jerec,” Satine said.  “But… this can’t be right… is there more to this?”  She dreaded the answer.

‘...Yes.’ Shanzi hit another oversized button, and the message continued.

“It is more than mere possibility, more than eventuality. It is here.  Death watch is far stronger than we once thought. If we are to combat them effectively, We must have Republic assistance. Instead, this government acts out of pride and rejects the help of the Jedi.  The duchess Satine will ultimately cause our defeat. Make no mistake. Republic intervention is absolutely necessary.”   The message ended.  Shanzi then turned her head to Satine.

‘That’s the message,’ Shanzi replied.

“That… that can’t be right!  Jerec is an honorable man, and would never lie like that!” Satine exclaimed.  “I request he be brought here to explain!  This must be fake!”

‘...Fox, can you get him?’ Shanzi asked.

“...I’m sorry, Excellency, but I cannot,” Fox replied, holding the side of his helmet.  “According to a report I’ve just received, Deputy Minister Jerec was just seriously injured in a Death Watch Terror bombing on Kalevala.”  There were gasps, and clammors to hold the vote immediately.

There was an earth-shaking roar from the Supreme Chancellor.  ‘The vote will be delayed!’ she declared.  However, a familiar pod appeared.

“Excellency, I beg of you to reconsider.  This message is obviously urgent, and if the bearer himself was nearly killed trying to deliver it…” Senator Kukull explained, “Then there must be a vote immediately!”  There were mutters of agreement.  “How can you ignore the plight of Mandalore!?  They call on us to protect them!  You obviously weren’t shown the full extent of the issue!  I call for a vote to send a Republic military force to pacify the Death Watch!”

‘I said it would be DELAYED!’ Shanzi replied, roaring for emphasis.  ‘It’s too convenient!  There must be a proper investigation on whether this message was genuine or not!’  With that, Shanzi looked around the Senate building, looking to see if anyone objected.  Kukull looked down, and pulled his pod back, not saying a word.  ‘Now then… onto a different topic.  Fox?’  Commander Fox stood up.

“I call upon Senator Danu to explain,” Fox ordered.  The Kuat pod appeared.

“Thank you, Commander,” Danu said.  “Today, I come before the Senate to propose two new lines of warships to replace the Venators- the Venator II and the Imperator.”  He inserted the disks, and showed the two.  “The Venator II is focused more on being a carrier than a front line ship.  The Imperator will pick up the slack, serving as a front-line battleship.”  The images were shown, along with cost-benefit analysis.  “The budget set aside for Venator ships can be repurposed to build these new vessels.  I eagerly await that vote.”  His pod then floated away.

‘That will be voted on tomorrow,’ Shanzi announced.  ‘Dismissed.’  The Senate slowly filtered out.  Satine slowly wandered out of the pod, face in shock.  She slowly began to walk towards the hall, when she heard a recording of Jaster’s voice.

“ Kyr'tsad liser va saca par surwearoe.”

“What the… why…” she whispered to herself.  She strode past that strange recording, and saw one of the clones… stuffing a body into a closet?!

“Oomph…. Don’t mind us, Duchess… just… cleaning up…” the clone grunted.

“Who is that!?” she exclaimed, pointing to the body.

“That was a Death Watch assassin… congratulations on having the second highest number of assassins sent after you,” Thire grumbled, finally slamming the door shut.

“And how did you know that?” Satine whispered in horror.  How many… how many were there?!

“He got this absolutely furious face and body language after Mereel’s recording went off.  Your bodyguard took the shot.  He’s still up there.”  Thire waved, and, sure enough, about a hundred feet up, Satine saw a waving hand.  “See?”

“How many…”

“That was… forty, right?  Yeah, forty,” Thire replied.  “I’ve had to call some other clones to help with disposal.  Sorry for wasting your time, Ma’am.”

“You didn’t…” Satine replied slowly, heading out into the open air, where a shuttle was waiting… as was someone else.

“Satine!” Obi-Wan called out.  “I heard what happened… are you all right?”

“No… no I’m not…” Satine admitted.

“I imagine… do you want to talk it over?”

The urge to talk and… ‘talk’ with Obi-Wan was tempting, but Satine had made up her mind.  “I will be taking my leave for the moment,” Satine declared, stepping aboard her air shuttle.  Her guards gave Obi-Wan a look.

“But… Satine…” he got out.  One of them gave Obi-Wan a look… and then a wink.

Oh.

Obi-Wan said nothing as he watched Satine’s shuttle take to the skies, before heading back to the Senate building.

*****

Satine’s plans to investigate were immediately put to rest when her transport rumbled.  “What was that?” she asked her driver, Aramis.

“It was the navigation system!  It’s gone offline!” he exclaimed, starting to fight the vehicle for control.  It wasn’t working.  In fact… It was trying to drive itself into a building!  He looked around, and nodded to the guards.  “There’s a platform!” he told them.  “Take her and get out!”

“Aramis, I’m not-” Satine began, before her guards grabbed her, and leapt out of the shuttle.  Aramis, after seeing her leap, did the same, but didn’t make the platform.  Thankfully, Ha’at training provided for this.  He pulled his sleeve back, and shot a grappling hook into the building, and crawled his way up.  He heard the explosion of the shuttle’s impact, and Satine’s gasp.  Then, he hauled himself up.

“Apologies, My Lady, for the distress,” he said, hauling himself to his feet.

“You’re alive!  You’re… what is that?”

“Grappling gun,” he replied.

“...That’s not standard issue.”

“It pays to be prepared,” he answered back.  His two fellow Ha’at nodded subtly.  Good.  Their cover should be intact.

“Come.  We’ll try to reason with the Supreme Chancellor.”

*****

It was about an hour later when Satine and her three guards arrived at the Chancellor’s office.  Fox was in there, sipping caf, and Satine noticed the hammock full of clones to the side.  “So, yeah… I got no leads.  Can’t file charges,” he admitted.

“That’s outrageous!  Someone tried to kill me!” Satine raged.

“First time?” Fox asked.  “At least on Coruscant?  Look, I’d really like to file charges.  Truly, I would.  But the fact of the matter is we don’t have evidence yet.”

“At least delay the vote!” Satine exclaimed.  The top opened at the head of the Supreme Chancellor poked through.

‘Sure.  Until you find out which naughty hatchling did this,’ she promised.

“Thank you, Excellency,” Satine replied, leaving.

Redshirt Brigade:

Lizard Mom:  Deathwatch.

Foxtrot:  No shit.

Lizard Mom:  >:( They make me mad.  They all seem to like hurting you.

Foxtrot:  We all wear the face of Jango Fett, who was, at one point, the leader of the Ha’at.  They’re probably imagining each of us is Jango, so they can imagine him doing the shit they made us do.

Thired of the Senate:  I hate that that makes sense.

Lizard Mom:  Are the bodies still there?

Thired of the Senate:  Yeah?

Lizard Mom:  Give please.  I’ll eat them during the next angry hatchling meeting when they vote after Obi-Wan’s mate finds out the truth.

Foxtrot:  Obi-Wan’s W H A T

*****

Obi-Wan was waiting outside the office.  “Satine!” he exclaimed, grabbing her arm.  “Are you all right?”

“Yes, Kenobi.  I’m fine.  No one was hurt,” she said.

“Did the Chancellor help at all?”

“...The vice-chancellor was less than helpful… they can’t press charges,” Satine grumbled.  “But the Supreme Chancellor was willing to delay the vote until the investigation is over.”

“Well, she doesn’t like corruption,” Obi-Wan replied.  “...Or likes it too much…”

“Pardon?”

“When it comes to our new Supreme Chancellor, ‘taking a bite out of corruption’ is quite literal,” Obi-Wan explained.

“I see.”

“And I take it that you’re going to do all the investigating yourself?”

“Correct.  I’m heading to meet my contact,” Satine declared.  “Alone.”

“Without your guards?” Obi-Wan asked.

Before Satine could say anything, Padme rushed up to them.  “Satine!  There you are!” she exclaimed.  “Did you meet with the Chancellor?”

“Yes.  She agreed to delay the vote, thank goodness,” Satine replied.

“...Only because Senator Kukull tried to accelerate it,” Padme admitted.

“...He what!?” Satine and Obi-Wan exclaimed at the same time.

“He tried to use the excuse of the attack to vote on holding the vote now… the Supreme Chancellor used Emergency power… three hundred and something to prevent it.”

“How many Emergency Powers were passed?!” Obi-Wan exclaimed.

“Several hundred,” Padme replied gravely.

Satine growled a little.  “I will be meeting my contact now.  If the Senate is trying to push the issue… it must be solved at once!”  With that, she stormed off.

Chapter Text

Satine crept through the streets of Coruscant, hidden under a red robe.  Her contact soon arrived.  “I’m sorry I took so long,” he whispered.  “They… they’re following me.”

“Which group?” Satine groaned.

“Death Watch,” the contact replied.  “But it was worth it.”  He held up a data-disc.

“Where did you find this?!” Satine exclaimed.

“Buried in the data in the Ministry.  It was almost impossible to find.  You were right.  The recording that was presented was doctored.  The disc here is the real one.”

Satine nodded, grateful.  “Who doctored it?”  Before he could answer, a shot was fired, and it hit him dead center in the chest.

The contact, Davu, gasped, collapsing.  “Davu!” Satine exclaimed, looking around.  She pulled out her deactivator, scanning for the threat… only for a police droid to suddenly appear.

“Shooting detected!  Suspect identified as:  Duchess Satine!”  Two more Coruscant police droids- bipedal, instead of the hovering droid, appeared.

“You are coming with us,” they intoned.

“I didn’t…” she gasped out, before bolting.

*****

Redshirt Brigade:

Stoned:  @Foxtrot

Foxtrot:  What??

Stoned:  The police droids are saying Duchess Satine shot someone.

Foxtrot:  @Immortal Grandpa

Immortal Grandpa:  Huh?

Foxtrot:  Is Duchess Satine capable of shooting someone in cold blood?

Immortal Grandpa:  That’s funny.  No.  Why do you ask?

Foxtrot:  Because apparently she’s a suspect in the shooting of one… Davu Golecc.

Immortal Grandpa:  HAHAHAHAHAHA that’s hilarious.

Foxtrot:  Police_Warning.jpeg

Immortal Grandpa:  WTAF

Immortal Grandpa:  That is so much banthashit!

Foxtrot:  We’ll have to bring her in for questioning.

Immortal Grandpa:  No you won’t.

Jaster cursed, before pulling out his com.  “Davu.  Report!” he ordered.

There was a long groan.  “Owwwww…”

“Davu.  Give me a sitrep.”

“Uhhh… Satine’s on the run… everyone thinks I’m dead… snuck away after the crowd was dispersed…”

“If she sees you, she’ll know you were wearing beskar,” Jaster replied.  “Where’d you get shot?”

“Chest.  Dead center.”

“Typical,” Jaster snorted.  “Death Watch always goes for the chest.  Stay underground.  The Duchess doesn’t know about the full level of infiltration the Ha’at has managed.”

“Of course, Manda’lor.”

*****

Satine dashed as the police droid stubbornly refused to ditch her.  Then, as if to make matters worse, shots were fired.  She ducked, and saw him.  A Death Watch assassin with a sniper rifle.  She weaved around, which threw him off a bit.  Then, she turned, and fired the deactivator.   This hit the floating droid dead on, shutting it down.  The two Security droids tripped, as did the Clones.  She used this time to try to blend into the crowd.  She also found a derelict speeder.  She imputed its autopilot to head to a garage nearby, which seemed to cause many droids and clones to chase after it.  She then slipped away… for the time being, at least.

*****

The Death Watch camp was bustling with activity.  Vizsla contacted his assassin- the one that wasn’t in the Senate.  “Report.”

“The Duchess escaped, but I took out her informant.  I don’t know if he was able to deliver anything of note to her.”

“Find her and kill her!  She might have something that thwarts the plan!” Pre ordered, cutting communications.  He then turned his holo to another frequency, and Count Dooku appeared.  “What happens if the true message is given, and the Senate votes to not reinforce Mandalore?”

“Then I suggest you go on the offensive.  If you cannot convince the people of Mandalore to join you out of hatred of the Republic… make them join you out of fear.”

*****

Satine hid behind a pillar as she heard two clones talking to an Ithorian.  “Excuse me, sir.  If you see this woman, please report it to the authorities,” one said to the alien.  The alien spoke in his language.  She couldn’t understand it.

“Uhhh… do you speak Basic?” the clone asked.  The Ithorian spoke again, this time using a gesture.  “Guess not… let’s move on.”

She pressed closer.

“You do know he was saying she was right there, right?” the one who hadn’t spoken up told his partner.

“Not our problem.  I’ll let Fox know.  Just tell the droids that she was seen about four miles south.”  Satine breathed a sigh of relief.  Evidently the Guard didn’t believe her guilt.  Either way, she needed help.  Thus, she turned on a secret holo channel.  “Obi-Wan, come in!” she whisper-shouted.

“Satine?!  What happened!?  You’re suddenly wanted for murder!” he exclaimed.

“Don't worry, Obi-Wan.  I won’t have to turn to a life of crime, and we don’t have to become gentlemen pirates.”  Obi-Wan seemed to flinch at that idea.  Odd.  “Meet me soon.  I’ll send you the location.”  She tapped a few buttons, and sent the location, and signed off.  She then headed to the location in question- Monument Plaza.

*****

Obi-Wan was covered by his cloak when he arrived.  “Nice disguise,” he said to himself when he saw Satine’s full-body cloak.  Was she copying him?  The ‘full cloak’ disguise worked surprisingly well when they were on the run together, so it was an option.  The two sat down back to back.

“I’m glad you’re all right,” he told her.

“Thank you for coming, Obi-Wan.”

“So… what happened?”

“Death Watch assassinated my contact, and they’re pinning it on me.”

“Why?”

“Because he gave me this,” Satine slid the disc to Obi-Wan.  “It’s the true recording.  If it gets in the wrong hands, it’ll never see the light of day.  I need you to get it to Padme immediately.”

“I will,” Obi-Wan promised.  “Do you want me to turn you in as well?”

“No.  It’s best that we-”

“Evening, General, Duchess,” a familiar voice said, plopping down next to them.  It was Commander Fox.

“Commander,” Obi-Wan greeted.  “I assume you’re not here to arrest Satine?”

“Jaster filled us in.  She isn’t capable of murder,” Fox replied.  “Sure, we want her for ‘questioning’, but since I’m here… do tell.”

“Death Watch killed my informant, and tried to kill me.”

“Gotcha.  It checks out,” Fox replied.  “I’ll try to get the manhunt off of you if you want?”

“How did you find us, anyways?” Obi-Wan whispered to Fox.

“I tracked you, General.  All I had to do was follow the trail of swooning women.”

Obi-Wan blushed.

“Actually… I could surrender to you, Commander.  That would distract those who want me dead, while Obi-Wan gets the disc to the Senate.”

“Good call.  Well do you want me to… we’re going to move.”  Fox grabbed Satine, and dragged her behind the mountain peak that was the attraction of the plaza.  “Good.”

“What was that about?” Satine hissed.

“We were exposed,” Fox replied.  “Let’s discuss this in an alleyway.”  The three then marched towards an alley.  “So, do you want this to be an extra hammy thing, or a subtle- GRENADE!” Obi-Wan quickly glanced down, and Force-pushed the two back, and leapt back himself, just as the grenade exploded.  Fox grabbed Satine’s arm, hauling her to her feet.  “Are you all right?” he asked her.

“Obi-Wan!” Satine shouted, barely hearing herself over the ringing of her ears.  She saw his blue lightsaber ignite, before being tossed aside.  Obi-Wan then came through the dust, and was slammed against the railing.  Before she could throw him his lightsaber, three shots rang out, and the assassin was down- stunned, but down.

“Sorry to ruin the moment,” Davu said, putting his blaster down.

“B-but… you…”

Davu pulled his clothes down a bit, and revealed beskar.  “A Ha’at always comes prepared, Duchess,” he replied, before pulling a sleeve back, revealing a grappling gun.  “I’m sorry, but I guess I’m blowing my cover.”

“...Aramis had that too,” Satine said slowly.

“Kark.  I guess I’m blowing two covers,” the now-revealed True Madalorian grumbled, putting his hand to his ear.  “Manda’lor.  I ran into the Duchess and Obi-Wan Kenobi, along with Commander Fox.  I had to blow my cover.”  There was a pause.  Obi-Wan realized there had to be a comn there. “Yes, I do believe you should tell her.”  There was another pause.  “I’ll bring her to you.”  He then shut off his comn- at least Obi-Wan thought he did.  “Come on.”

“So the Ha’at are that prevalent?” Obi-Wan asked.

“It’s not my place to tell,” Davu replied.

“I… I trusted you!” Satine exclaimed.

“Duchess, my loyalty is to you first, then the Ha’at,” Davu replied.  “Jaster Mereel ordered that personally.”

“And to Aramis?”

“Him too.  I was there when our mission to guard you from all threats was given.”

“...I will have words with Mereel!” Satine snarled, as Davu led them back to the Senate district.  A few security droids came up, but Fox waved them away.  Obi-Wan was dropped off a bit earlier, and he soon snuck into the Senate.  He walked towards Padme’s Senatorial apartment, and almost threw the door open… before deciding that knocking was the better option.  There was a ruffling sound, and soon, a rather frazzled Padme answered the door… wearing Anakin’s robes.

“Ah, General Kenobi,” Padme began.

“I see I’m interrupting some… important negotiations between you and the Jedi Order,” he said, raising an eyebrow.

“Uhhh… what?” Padme began, before realizing what she was wearing, and turned beet red.

“Can you tell Anakin it’s me?” Obi-Wan asked.

“One moment.”  The door shut, and sure enough, Anakin appeared- wearing his own robes.  Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow.

“How is shore leave?” he asked.

“It is refreshing, Master,” Anakin replied seriously.

“Is the Senator naked or did she grab her own clothes after giving you yours back?” Obi-Wan inquired.

“I am decent,” Padme replied, wearing perfectly respectable clothing.  “You can come in.”  Obi-Wan nodded, and entered.  “So what happened?”

“Satine was framed by Death Watch, and they tried to take her out too.  However… it appears we have what we need.”  Obi-Wan pulled out the disc.  “This is apparently the true recording.”

“Apparently?”

“Satine’s contact turned out to be an undercover True Mandalorian,” Obi-Wan explained.

*****

Satine marched up to the sniper’s nest Jaster made, and ignored the trap.  “JASTER MEREEL!” she shouted.  There was a pause, before said Mandalorian was there.  “I want an explanation!” she demanded.

“You’ll have to be more specific,” Jaster replied.

“Davu and Aramis,” she said seriously, crossing her arms.  “You planted spies in my guard!”

Jaster snorted.

“Do you think that’s funny?” Satine hissed.

“Yes- mainly because you think that I put spies in.  It’s more like there are occasional non-Ha’at sprinkled about,” Jaster replied.

“...What?”

“I’d say about… 80% of your guards are Ha’at?  Maybe 85%?  Oh don’t worry, their loyalty is to you over me.  It’s part of their instructions.”

“I don’t care!” Satine growled.  “You… How long has this gone on?!”

“Yes.”

“How deep is this infiltration?!”

“Very.”

“...Fine.  Then I must know:  Why haven’t you overthrown me?”

“Oh, I’m so glad you asked!” Jaster replied.  “Well, I have multiple scenarios.  Option one:  I kill you.”  Satine tensed.  “This would fail for a few reasons.  One:  You’re a civilian.  Ha’at don’t target civilians.  Two, Obi-Wan Kenobi.  I guarantee that the Ha’at would not survive a standard year if we assassinated you.  Option two:  I imprison you.  That fails because of the fact that Kenobi would swoop to your rescue, and probably wipe the Ha’at out.  There’s also the fact that your guards are ordered to protect you, even if it conflicts with the Ha’at.  That also leads to problems with option one as well, thinking on it.  Option three negates this:  I exile you.”

“Exile?”

“Yes.  Specifically, to the Jedi Temple here- namely, to General Kenobi’s Quarters.”

Now Satine was facing a mental wrestling match.  Her love for Kenobi was fighting her feelings of duty to her people.  Her conscience was the referee, and quite upset that the mental battle was a wrestling match.  Finally, however, her duty won with the most powerful leg-lock she had ever seen, and her love tapped out.  “That is certainly well thought-out.”

“Do you accept it?”

“No.  My duty is to my people.  I’m sure you understand.”

“I understand completely.  And there’s another reason it’d be hard to overthrow you- I respect your willpower.  That is also why option four of you being a puppet would fail- you’d escape, call Obi-Wan, and the Ha’at would be destroyed.  That or you’d kill yourself out of spite and trigger about fifty protests that we wouldn’t be able to put down without forsaking the Resonare.”

“...So…. was the Vice-Chancellor…”

“One of the Ha’at?  No.  His guards were.  We had intel of the bombing, and they tried to get him away.  Somehow, he fought off three of my supercommandos and got there.”

*****

Jerrec’s mind was hazy.  What had happened?  He thought back…

FLASHBACK:

Jerrec was staring at his datapad, when his guard stopped.  He almost ran into her.  “What is it?” he asked.

“You’ll have to come with us,” she replied, turning towards him.

“W-what do you mean?” he whispered.

“There’s a threat,” one of his two male guards replied, hand on his shoulder.  “We cannot let you go to your shuttle.”

“What do you mean you cannot?!” he exclaimed, trying to move past them.  The female guard grabbed him.

“Deputy Minister, the Manda’lor has given us a warning.  Do.  Not.”

“You’re spies…” he hissed.

“Technically not?” one of the males replied.  “We’re still here to keep you safe.  Now let’s move.”  He tried to grab Jerrec’s arm, but the Deputy Minister ducked… and brought his foot to the groin of the ‘guard’.  He collapsed.  The female guard tried to tackle him, but he rolled, and brought his blaster up, switched it to stun, and took the shot.  She collapsed as well.  The final one fired his grapple gun, trying to wrap him up.  It worked for a bit, but Jerric was prepared.  He pulled a vibro-knife from his pocket, and cut the strings, before running towards his shuttle.

“WAIT!” the last Ha’at standing called, but Jerrec paid no heed, and was almost to his shuttle… when it exploded.  The last thought through his head was ‘Maybe I should’ve waited’.

*****

FLASHBACK END:

“You’re awake.   Good.”  Jerrec turned to look and saw the three Ha’at sitting around.

“So… you three were only trying to protect me?” he asked.

“Yes.  We knew there was a bomb, but couldn’t disarm it in time.  It was safest to let it blow but keep you away.”

“How long…”

“A couple of days,” the male who hadn’t gotten his groin kicked replied.  “Oh, the Duchess is about to speak before the Senate,” he mused, turning on the projector.  Hurriedly, Jerrec sat up.  

“Get me a data-pad,” he instructed.

*****

Sure enough, Satine was.  The vote was announced only an hour ago, and there was a large showing of the senators there.  “Senators, I have come here to announce that what was shown, was, in fact, doctored.  I have the original evidence with me, and will show it to you now,” Satine announced, inserting the disc.  Jaster was, this time, allowed on the pod.  He was wearing New Mandalorian armor, though, which he wasn’t too happy about.  As she inserted it, Satine got mail.

‘This is the script of the disc I sent’ -Jerrec.

And with that, the script began.  “The actions of our government have brought the planet to the brink of civil war.  Death Watch is far stronger than I ever could have imagined… but!” he paused.  “I have discovered that our government has hidden allies!  I have unmasked what can only be described as a benevolent conspiracy!  The participants hunt down Death Watch in droves- in alleyways, bars, and other areas.  This conspiracy, I have learned, is due to a third faction on Mandalore:  The True Mandalorians!  They have survived, and appear to have gone underground.  They have infiltrated our government to the highest levels- I know that Almac is one of them.  However… they are not willing to mount a coup.  They are, in effect, a home guard of Mandalore!  Duchess, I propose you reach out to the True Mandalorians and discuss an alliance.  They have no desire to see this devolve into a three-way civil war, and claim that they are willing to form a united front to save Mandalore from the tyranny of Death Watch.  These newfound allies only make our path clear:  This government appreciates the offer of Republic intervention, but declines!  Death Watch would only be seen as liberators from Republic oppression, due to our history!  Therefore, we ask that no Republic Army set foot on Mandalore, and that we be allowed to keep our neutrality!”

With that, the feed was cut off.

Chaos reigned.

*****

The Republic forces were ordered to stand down, and Satine went to the Chancellor’s- well, Vice Chancellor’s office.  Fox was eating popcorn, feet propped up on the table.  His helmet was off to the side.

“Greetings, Duchess,” he said.

“Greetings, Commander,” Satine replied.  “I am here to offer my thanks to the Supreme Chancellor for delaying the vote.”

The roof opened, and Shanzi stuck her head in.  Satine’s datapad beeped.

“It was what was right,” read her data pad.

“An upgrade?” she mused.

“Correct.  Her lugging around a necklace with an add sign attached to it seemed impractical, so I had some of the techies give her an access into nearby data pads, so her thoughts-to-text can be shown to where it needs to be shown, and everyone can see it.”

“That is very wise,” Satine stated.  “And what of the True Mandolorians?”

“Well, they’re obviously willing to help your government,” Fox mused.  “Evidently your man found out about them before you did.”

“Jerrec was quite good at finding hidden secrets,” Satine admitted.  “Now, I must take my leave, and prepare for the voyage home.”

“Oh yeah, Jaster was in here a while back,” Fox said.  “He wanted to know if the Ha’at were allowed to join the Republic as mercenaries.”

“...Permission granted,” Satine decided, and she then sent the orders through her datapad.  She was able to hear a faint whoop of joy.

“Also, can you bring in Masters Kenobi and Windu?  I have a special assignment for them.  Oh, and bring Skywalker in as well.”

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The two Jedi Masters arrived shortly, finding Fox, who had finished his popcorn, was now popping expensive chocolates into his mouth.  “You called, Vice-Chancellor?” Mace asked, as Anakin followed behind.

Fox swallowed.  “Yes, I did.  You have probably heard of the Imperator Class vote, correct?”

The three Jedi nodded.  It had been voted on right after the vote on Mandalore had occurred.  It had- quite obviously- passed.  What had been shocking to everyone- none more so than to Senator Danu- was that Padme and her clique had voted in favor of the bill.  Obi-Wan had the man’s look of sheer shock burned into his memory- heck, he was pretty sure it was going to become a meme.  “Am I right to assume that they are not just getting started on them?” Obi-Wan mused.

“Correct.  Senator Danu jumped the gun on it, and after the schematics were shown to me, I ordered ten thousand of them,” Fox stated.  “The Imperator herself was just commissioned today, and is going out for a test run.  I want you three to be aboard.”

The two Masters stared at him.  “What?” Windu asked.

“I want you three on board the Imperator as it does its trial runs,” Fox explained again.  “For one, it’s a morale boost.  If two Jedi Masters and one of the most respected Knights approve of the change, it helps.”

“If it has half of the upgrades Danu claimed it has I will approve of it already,” Obi-Wan stated.

“For another- there’s always a chance that the Seppies will try to sabotage it.  I want you three to make sure that doesn’t happen.  Got it?”

“Of course, Vice-Chancellor.  Will the Supreme Chancellor be joining us?” Obi-Wan asked dryly.

“Kuat hasn’t built or designed a ship for her,” Fox deadpanned.

*****

In a secret laboratory/engineering room, a woman sneezed.

*****

“I’ll take that as a no,” Anakin deadpanned.

“That is correct,” Fox replied, filling out some more paperwork.  “Now, it should be arriving shortly.  Dismissed.”  The three Jedi then left, as Fox pulled up the schematics again, drooling some more.

*****

The three stared in awe as a ship class they had never seen in person was being loaded and unloaded.  Anakin just whistled as he saw the turbolasers.  “Something tells me that the battles are going to be a lot easier with those,” he said.

“Oh, yes.  The angling so the front can perform a broadside was a stroke of genius,” Obi-Wan added.

“I’m more interested in the redundancies,” Windu replied, smirking.  “Oh, and Knight Skywalker?  How is the training going?”

“It’s going well, Master Windu,” Anakin replied.

“Good.  I hope to see our progress after this shakedown run,” Mace replied, a smile on his face as they boarded.  They soon found out that the ship was expertly designed inside and out.  Several clones of the Jedi’s respective units were going around, taking in the sight of the new ship.

“The halls seem similar enough,” Anakin mused as they walked through to the hanger.  It wasn’t like the Venator hangers- it was in the center of the ship, and didn’t open up.  The contingent was also much smaller.  They then took a few turns and…

“Is that… a cuddle pile room?” Rex asked slowly, peering through the door.  Indeed, it was.  The room was sunken a little, and covered in plush flooring and cushions.  To the side, there were the barracks, and Rex sniffled a bit.  The bunks were at least a foot wider, and a foot longer, which would allow the clones more leg room.  Connecting that room on the opposite side of the cuddle room was a general rec room, complete with a caf machine installed.

“I daresay that troop morale was considered,” Obi-Wan replied, stroking his beard.

“I think that you’re right, Master Kenobi,” Windu responded, as they passed the trooper quarters.  Then, they took an elevator to the Jedi quarters, and the three blinked.

“...And they certainly didn’t leave us out of the equation, either,” Anakin said softly.  The room had a gorgeous window that peered out into space.  “...Aren’t we near the middle of the ship?”

“Oh, there’s a note,” Obi-Wan said, picking up the flimsi.  “Ah.  The window is actually a screen that can project an image from the ship’s cameras,” he read, pressing a button.  Sure enough, the image winked out, revealing a wall.  “It felt quite real.”

“And without sacrificing the integrity of the ship,” Windu added, looking around.  The Jedi room had better beds than the clone barracks, and had a refresher and an elevator in a little side room.

“Where does this lead?” Anakin asked, calling for it.  It opened, and the three stepped inside.  There were several buttons.  “Mess… officer’s lounge… bridge?” He read aloud.

“Convenient,” Windu declared.  He then put his hand to his head.  “Oh.  There’s apparently a squad of clone cadets on their way here as well.  The shakedown cruise is also meant to introduce them to the ship they’ll be serving on.”

“I see,” Obi-Wan said.  “Well, do we know when they’re arriving?”

“Soon.”

*****

The trio of Jedi met up with the cadets, and Obi-Wan gave the introduction speech.  However, Anakin’s eye caught one of the cadets.  He looked… angry.

‘Watch him’ whispered through his mind.  Anakin blinked, memorizing the cadet’s hair.  That was really his only defining physical feature.  But that expression… he knew it.  It was the desire for vengeance for a loved one.  Something was off.  He kept that to himself until after a quick meeting with Fox, who wanted to know how they were liking the Imperator.  After it closed, Anakin turned to Windu.

“Master Windu… I think that one of the Cadets is… not well,” he said.

“What do you mean?” Windu asked.

“His eyes… They were full of rage.” Anakin admitted.

“Rage?” Windu asked.

“The rage that comes from a desire to avenge someone,” Anakin admitted, before wincing internally.

“I see.  Can you give me an image?” Windu asked, as they walked towards his quarters.  As they were walking, Windu got his description- namely, by bumping into the cadet.

“Are you all right?” he asked, as Anakin’s eyes widened.

“Yes,” the cadet replied, looking up at him.

“Good.  I’m sorry for bumping into you,” Windu replied softly, as the cadet walked off.

“That was him,” Anakin said, as he watched the young clone leave.

“I see… I could see it too… Do you think that he lost his batch?” Windu asked.  At the idea, the Force grew colder with fury.

“...Maybe?” Anakin answered, as they strode to Windu’s quarters.

“Well, I’ll see you shortly,” Windu replied, opening his door, and he stepped-

“MOVE!” Anakin roared, tackling him.  The sudden tackling caused Anakin’s cloak to fly off and flutter into the room… which was then rocked by an explosion.

“What in the world?” Windu whispered.

“The Force told me to, Master,” Anakin replied.  “Well… it showed me the laser wire…”  As he said this, the alarms began to blare, and he saw more clones rush towards them.  They looked over the damage.  The walls were badly damaged, and some wires were hanging… but it seemed that the damage was less than it would’ve been on, say, the Endurance.  It was then that Obi-Wan caught up with them.

“What happened?!” he exclaimed.

“Someone attempted to kill Master Windu,” Anakin declared.  “And I think it was that cadet.”

“That’s a bold accusation, Anakin,” Windu said.

Obi-Wan paused.  “This… Cadet… What did he look like?”  Anakin sent a mental image, and Obi-Wan’s eyes widened.  “Oh no.”

“Master?” Anakin asked.

“Jango Fett asked for one thing in particular aside from his salary,” Obi-Wan began.  “A clone of himself without any alterations.  A clone who would look exactly like a cadet at this point.  He had that exact hair style.  And he was on the Slave I when I chased him to Geonosis…”

“...Then he may have seen…” Windu realized.

“And he’s here to kill you,” Anakin finished.

“Boba Fett…” Obi-Wan declared.  He then pulled out a hologram, and turned it on.  Jaster Mereel appeared on it.

“Hello?”

“Mereel, we have reason to believe that Boba Fett is aboard the Imperator, and seeking to kill Master Windu,” Obi-Wan relayed.

“Dibs,” Jaster said immediately.

“Dibs?” Windu asked.

“Dibs on adopting him.  Tell Master Koon that,” Jaster declared.

“And you think that’ll help?” Obi-Wan asked.

“He’s blinded by rage, Manda’lor.  He won’t stop until he gets vengeance,” Anakin interjected.

“You sound familiar with that,” Jaster mused, which caused Anakin to mentally gulp.  “But I’ll take your word for it.  Send me the coordinates and I’ll be there to pick my rebellious grandson up.”   Obi-Wan did so, and the connection was cut.  As they did, the three Jedi raced to the bridge, where they gave instructions to the clones around them.

“The explosion was designed to take out Master Windu,” Anakin began, which caused Ponds to stiffen.  “And we believe that he’s a Clone Cadet.”  Now there were gasps.

“General… a-are you sure?” Rex stammered.

“Well, he looks like one,” Anakin explained.  “Boba Fett may be aboard the ship, and is likely looking to avenge his father.”

There was a breakout of muttering among the clones.

“Prime’s favorite, huh?” Cody asked.  “What should we do?”

“Get all the cadets together and go over them one by one,” Anakin suggested.  “Master Windu will look them each in the eyes.  The one that wears a scowl will be our Cadet.”

*****

It took the crew about ten minutes to bring the cadets to a closed hallway, which scared many of them.  Then, one of the doors opened, and the three Jedi stepped out.  Windu bent down to look them in the eyes.  All of them seemed confused and frightened.

“Boba isn’t among them,” Mace declared.

“Boba?” one of the Cadets asked.

“Prime’s favorite,” Ponds explained.

“Hey… where’s Lucky?” one of the Cadets asked.

“Who’s Lucky?” Obi-Wan inquired.

“One of our group… he got transferred to us before the tour.  He was really good at the gunnery station,” the cadet explained.

“I see… and he’s not among you?” Anakin asked, looking for Boba’s hairstyle.  It wasn’t there.

“No, General.”

“Then that’s likely Boba,” Windu decided, before turning to Anakin.  “What do you think he’ll do?”

“Why ask me?” Anakin asked.

“Because the pursuit of vengeance against slain kin is something you know,” Windu stated.  Anakin’s face went white as a sheet.  “We will discuss that after this crisis.  But note that you are not in any danger of expulsion.”

“H-how am I not-”

“Later, Anakin,” Obi-Wan promised.

“...The reactor.  He’d want to blow the ship,” Anakin said slowly.

“...Are we missing something?” one of the clones asked.

“Nothing that concerns you,” Windu promised.  “Come on!”  With that, the three Jedi raced out of the room.  They were about halfway to the core when the entire ship shook, throwing them to the floor.

“...That was the reactor…” Obi-Wan whispered, as the lights flickered… but only flickered.  The sirens turned on, but the ship seemed stable.  

Anakin turned on his com.  “Status report!”

“General, the main reactor’s been blown.  We’re at reserve power.”

“...This is reserve power?” Anakin asked.

“Yes, sir,” a non-clone voice spoke up.  “The Imperator class backup generator is of equal strength to the main reactor.”

“What about the engines?” Obi-Wan asked.

“We still have more than two engines operational, sir.  We’ll be fine.”

“...Two?”

“We have half of them undamaged, and a fourth damaged but still functional,” the voice replied.  “I’m an engineer, sir.  I was meant to report on the shakedown run.”

“We lost the main reactor, and the explosion only took out a quarter of the engines?” Obi-Wan asked slowly.

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, I think that the Imperator is worth every credit.  That would have made any Venator a sitting duck, if not a wreck in progress,” Windu declared, as Anakin closed off the com.  As he did, he felt a tug of the Force.

‘Go alone’

“...Uhh… I think I’ll split off and go this way,” Anakin said slowly.

“Anakin?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Trust me, okay?” Anakin requested, racing off.

“...I daresay you rattled him,” Obi-Wan said to Windu.

“I can’t imagine how he feels,” Mace admitted.  “He must hate himself right now.”

“Considering what he let slip, I’d say so, and it’s right to hate yoruself over that, Force in rage or not.”

“Indeed… should we have Master Hett talk to him after this?”

“That does seem like a good idea,” Obi-Wan decided.

*****

Anakin followed the whispers, before he saw him.

“Boba!” he called.  The cadet- no, Boba Fett- stiffened, and turned around.

“Jedi,” he spat.

“I know why you’re here,” Anakin said slowly, keeping his hands together.  Showing them open may have caused anyone with knowledge of Jedi to panic.  “Just stop.”

“No!  You don’t understand!” Boba raged.

“You’re upset because you watched your parent die and there wasn’t anything you could do,” Anakin said slowly.  “And you want revenge.”  Boba just looked at him.  “And you want to tear apart everything around you until you find the one who killed your parent and kill them- innocents be damned.”

“...How did you…” Boba asked.

Anakin lowered himself to a sitting position.  “...Because I did that,” he admitted.

“What?”

“I did what you’re trying to do.  My mother was kidnapped, and I rescued her.  She died in my arms,” Anakin admitted.  “And I felt rage.  I wanted to kill everyone responsible.”

“And then you didn’t, because you’re a Jedi,” Boba spat.

“Wrong.”

THAT brought Boba up short.

“I did exactly what you tried to do.  I killed everyone in my path.  I think it was at least thirty.  I would be lying if I said I didn’t remember it.”  Anakin had tears in his eyes.  “I tried to justify it.  I tried to think that it was fair, but it wasn’t.  It was murder.  It was a slaughter.  It was an atrocity.”

Now, Boba was inching closer.  “So you do understand why I have to do this!” he exclaimed.

“...I understand how you feel, but listen to someone who actually succeeded- it won’t help.  All it will do will make you look back at what you did to get that revenge, and it will tear you apart.  You’ll hear the screams for the rest of your life, reminding you of the evil you committed.  You will never be able to look at yourself as anything but a monster.  And even if, by some miracle, it turns out that it was justified… you can’t let go.”

“But it is justified!” Boba exclaimed, now nearly touching Anakin.

“It’s not,” Anakin said slowly.  “No matter what anyone says, you know that you shouldn’t have done that… monstrous act.  You know you should’ve been more merciful to those in your path.  I’m not saying you forgive the one who killed- I still can’t bring myself to forgive the chief who mocked me and said that he loved torturing her… but I should’ve just gone for him and him alone- left the rest of his tribe out of it.”

“A tribe?” Boba asked.

“Tuskens on Tatooine.  Do you know about them?”  There was a nod.  “It was a tribe of mostly men.  The youngest was a fresh warrior.  Only a few years older then you.”

“...Why are you telling me this?” Boba asked.

“Because I see in you what happened to me, and…” the Force wrapped around Anakin in a hug.  “...And I want you to do what I, a Jedi, couldn’t, and let go.”

“I can’t!  He killed the only family I had!” Boba exclaimed.

“That’s not true.  Jaster Mereel lives,” Anakin explained.

“...You lie.”

Anakin pulled out a hologram of his own, and turned it to Jaster, who sprung up, and locked eyes with Boba.  Before either of them could say anything, Anakin cut the connection.  “He wants to take you in.  Let him.”

*****

Anakin came out of the hallways with Boba in his arms, pouting and mutttering that he ‘wasn’t a child’.  Obi-Wan and Mace raised eyebrows.

“How’d you do that?” Mace asked.

“I told him to do what I couldn’t and let go,” Anakin explained.  “And I told him he still has family left.”  As he said that, they heard footsteps, and they saw Jaster sprint towards them.  He skidded to a halt narby, staring at Boba.

“...You look just like him…” Jaster whispered.

“...You are alive… Buir told me about you…”

Anakin slowly handed Boba to Jaster, who cradled him like he was the most valuable thing in the world.

“How did you forgive him?” Boba asked.  “How did you forgive Windu?”

“It was a battle, Boba.  They were on opposing sides.  And Jango had a hatred for the Jedi.  He died as he would’ve wished- fighting one.”

“You’re making excuses,” Boba pointed out.

“...Yes.  I am.  It’s hard to forgive someone who slew your family… but sometimes… you just have to.”

“How can I?  Especially after… this?”

“I will teach you, my ad.  Let me teach you how to forgive.”

Chapter Text

The shakedown cruise bore no further issues.  The Imperator would remain in drydock for a few weeks while the main reactor was repaired.  Anakin, however, was still shaken.  Windu had told him that the Council was fine with his… atrocity.  Will of the Force or something.  Anakin figured it was an angry, vengeful husband.  Either way, he still hated what he had done, and wanted to make amends.  So, it was that reason that he was standing outside a room in the Jedi Temple, carrying a pitcher of water he had gotten from the mess hall.

“Enter,” a gruff voice said.  Anakin nodded, and entered the chambers of Jedi Master A'Sharad Hett- a member of the Tuskan people.  Hett raised an eyebrow at Anakin’s offering of water- as twin children of the desert, they knew the price of such a gift.  Anakin knelt down, and offered the water to the Master.  Hett took it, and drank deeply.  When he offered it at half capacity to Anakin, the Jedi shook his head.

Ah.  He was here because of THAT.

Hett finished the pitcher, and set it down.  “You are here for atonement,” he said.

“Yes,” Anakin replied, nodding once.  “I have committed a grave sin against your people, and, regardless of what the Will of the Force may be, I still seek to atone for my sins.”

Hett nodded. “You are a noble man, Anakin Skywalker.  Even though many would see your actions as justified, you know in your heart that it was wrong.”

“How long has the Council known?” Anakin asked.

“The day you killed them, they knew.  The Force raged as it egged you on,” Hett said.  “Though I imagine it saying to spare no one was because of its warnings to the tribe in question.”

Anakin paused.  “Warnings?” he asked.

“We people of the Desert worshiped the Force- though we called it the Star-Maker.  A god banished from Tatooine by the First Outsiders through a foul sorcery.  Even so, there are those who could still contact the Star-Maker.  A month before you arrived on Tatooine, I had received word from my clan.  Their storyteller had been informed that the Star-Maker’s wife had been captured, and that she must be freed.  The chief planned on holding her hostage for the Star-Maker to return and bring the rain once more.”

Anakin blinked.  “But if she was a hostage…”

“My clan ordered him to free her, with compensation.  He refused.  Their storyteller knew that provoking the Star-Maker would bring ruin, and in the dead of night, fled the tribe, with every child, most of the women, and some of the warriors.”

“So you knew?”

“I didn’t put the pieces together until I felt the guilt in your soul, Skywalker.  I never truly believed you were the Chosen One- an Outsider, child of the Star-Maker?  You can imagine the feelings of my people towards that.”

Anakin nodded again.

“But my people had managed to capture a communications device connected to the Holonet.  They contacted me while I was on a mission.  They wanted me to return and pass judgment on the tribe.  I arrived to the Council and felt the Force rage as I explained that I was being called home.”

“...You’re saying that…”

Hett placed a hand on Anakin’s shoulder.  “What you did was, in all laws of the Republic, a crime.  Even afterwards, I could feel the Force feeling loss and some regret for its judgment.  But know this:  You did not exterminate an entire tribe.”

The words had some minor relief to Anakin.  “But what should I do to atone?”

Hett thought.  “I will transmit a message to my people, and when there is another Conclave of the Chiefs, they may tell me what I should instruct you to do.  Is that satisfactory?”

Anakin nodded.  “Thank you, Master Hett,” he stated, standing up.

“And one more thing,” Hett said, as Anakin began to leave.  “The Outsiders that your mother loved are considered neutral in our war against Outsiders now.  They shouldn’t fear my people attacking them.”  Ankakin nodded once, and then left the chamber.  In some ways, he felt relief.  He hadn’t committed what some may have considered a genocide.  But in every other way, he felt determination.  He finally had a way to atone for his great sin, and he would carry it out.

*****

Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Windu had arrived back on Coruscant mere hours after Padme had left for Mandalore.  Things hadn’t been going too well on the neutral system.  After the vote, Kukull had managed to rally several senators to basically create a soft blockade of Mandalore.  The message had been quite clear:  Oppose us, and you will be squeezed into submission.  Since planetary control of trade was something that Palpatine hadn’t passed through an emergency power before he expired, there was little Shanzi could do about it, except try to force a bill to illegalize such actions- especially since Mandalore was close to dangerous fronts.

“Welcome to Mandalore,” Satine said to Padme, as she landed.

“Hello, Satine,” Padme replied.

“Are you here to discuss politics, or is this a meeting of friends?”

“I hope to avoid politics for now,” Padme admitted.  “I wanted to see how Mandalore was doing ever since you left Coracaunt.”

“I see… well, for starters, we have managed to keep ourselves afloat- but the trade restrictions are not helping.”

“I assure you that I am doing everything I can to ease your planet’s suffering,” Padme said, as the two entered a speeder.  Jaster was driving.  “Manda’lor,” she said respectfully.

“Senator,” Jaster replied, nodding his head.  “Here for a friendly visit?”

“I would hope so,” Padme said, as the speeder went through the tunnels that connected the domed cities to the outside world.  She didn’t say anything as they passed through, but eventually, the cheering caught her ears.  As they opened into the capital city, Padme couldn’t help but smile at the welcome they were receiving.

“Your struggle in helping Mandalore keep its neutrality has made you quite popular,” Jaster told her.

*****

Almec was pacing before the New Mandalorian council in his Ha’at armor.  “Esteemed members of this council… my friends… we know that this war has caused us strife, especially with our neutrality,” he said.  “Namely, trade routes.”

“Yes, Almec.  Are you and your thugs going to do anything?” one of the ministers snarked.  “Or are you happy to keep the smugglers as our only way to feed our people?”

“Opening trade to both slides would be beneficial,” one of the female ministers began.

“We will not be dealing with the Trade Federation!” the snarky minister spat.  Now the arguments were really getting heated.

“I see that even with the great reveal of the Ha’at, things haven’t changed,” Padme whispered to Satine.

“Well, they have been able to get a trickle of supplies in,” Satine replied back.  “That’s probably the only reason that Almec is allowed to wear his armor.”

“Should I try to intervene?  They may listen to a new voice.”

“Go ahead,” Satine replied, sitting on the throne.

“Ruling Council!” Padme near-shouted.  “If you would listen to me, please!”

“The floor is yours, Senator,” Almec said, ushering her forwards.

“Thank you.  I understand that you are suffering.  You are right- new trade routes are needed, but the black market is no substitute for legitimate trade.”

“And what would you know about trade?” the female minister spat.

“...I know what happens when a planet is prevented from trading,” Padme replied, taking a moment to steel herself.  “And the black market will not suffice.  If anyone knows that, it would be me.”

“As if you’re one to even talk about corrupt trade!” one of the ministers spat.  “You are in the Senate!  Tell me with a straight face that the Republic Senate deals with the Black Market less than the entire planet of Mandalore!”  That got the arguments going again.

“That bad, huh?” Almec asked Padme, noticing that she didn’t say anything.

“Worse,” Padme whispered back.  She thought back to that damned annual meeting.  At least something had come of it the last time…

“SILENCE!” Satine roared.  “We are a neutral world!  I would prefer that there wouldn’t be battle in my own palace!” she declared, storming towards the council.  “This meeting is adjourned!”

*****

It was night on Mandalore.  Padme had been invited to dinner with Satine.  “So tell me, Padme… how do you feel about the war?” she asked.

“...It’s complicated,” Padme admitted.  “I have a personal grudge against the Trade Federation- for more than one reason.  And I also have personal reasons to see the war ended as soon as possible.”

“I see,” Satine replied.  She also had personal reasons for wanting the war to end, but she doubted Senator Amidala would understand.  A Jedi was not meant to love someone like she and Kenobi had loved one another.  And there was the fact that her secret son shouldn’t finish growing up knowing his father was dead.  That was kind of important too.  “Any thing else?”

“The new Supreme Chancellor seems more determined to finish the war as quickly as possible.  Did you hear about the Imperator?”

“I had,” Satine admitted.  “Apparently the first of the Class is on a shakedown run.  Some of the press got hold of that information.”

Padme winced.  “I hope the Separatists don’t attack it… it’s still not combat tested.”

“Is it true that it’s several times as expensive as a Venator?” Satine inquired.

“Yes.  But Senator Danu assured me that it was worth every credit.”

“Of course he would.  His planet thrives on war,” Satine grumbled.  The two ate silently for a bit.

“Have the True Mandolorians been of much help?  You mentioned that they were trying to supply Mandalore.”

“They are,” Satine answered back.  “Mareel has been using his own supply routes- perfectly legal ones, even.  It’s nowhere near enough for Mandalore, but it helps provide a small bit of breathing room.”

“I imagine.  What was his cost for that?” Padme inquired.

“Only that we pay market value,” Satine told her.  “It’s still cheaper than the black market.  Less corruption as well.”

“Corruption… truly, the stain on bureaucracy,” Padme muttered into her meal.

“Indeed.  And the Republic is steeped in it.  You know this- probably more than I ever would.  Megacorps, trade guilds… self-serving senators…”

“It’s an ever-present battle,” Padme admitted, trying to get the guffaws from Taa and his ilk at her ‘goody-two-shoes’ attitude out of her head.  “But I would like to believe that there are those who wish to fight it.  The new Chancellor is definitely trying to help matters- far better than the old one.”

“I’ve noticed you’ve become cold towards the late Palpatine.  What happened?”

“...I had some information revealed to me,” Padme replied slowly.

Satine nodded.  “I don’t mean to pry… but what kind of information?”

“Sexual impropriety relating to a minor,” Padme stated.  “Specifically, grooming.”

Satine paused, and slowly set her utensils down.  “I’m sorry?”

“I can’t say who, but Palapatine was grooming a human male child since he was under the age of ten,” Padme admitted.  “It was only recently brought to my attention.”

“And this hasn’t been made public why?” Satine whispered.

“...I don’t know,” Padme admitted.  “I think it’s because Amedda still has significant pull in the Senate.  He’s rallied Palpatine’s diehard loyalists around Senator Kukull.”

Satine let out a sigh.  “I think that’s enough politics for the night.  Tomorrow, we shall visit a new hospital that was opened recently.  I think it will do us both good.”

“Agreed.”

*****

The two women traveled to the hospital, only to see several Ha’at there, grim-faced.  They strode out of the shuttle, only to see countess stretchers carrying children being brought in.

“Orderly… what is going on?!” Satine exclaimed.

“Dr. Zaz is handling the case.  I’m just carrying the sick, Madam,” the Orderly replied.  As they spoke, several Ha’at were running in, carrying children on their shoulders.  The carnage was just as bad inside.  Stretchers were everywhere, carrying children in agony.  Several doctors were trying to soothe them, while Ha’at were walking around, fists clenched.  Finally, they reached doctor Zaz.

“Doctor, what is this?” Satine exclaimed.

“Duchess.  I’m sorry for not informing you, but this just began.  These children have been poisoned.”

“Poisoned?!” Satine exclaimed, aghast.  “By who?!”

“We don’t know.”

“How?!”

“We don’t know.”

“What do you know?” Padme asked, still somewhat calm.

“They all went to the same school… we’re testing the food there, so we can create an antidote.  That, however, will take some time.”

“...Which they may not have…” Satine whispered.

*****

“CHILDREN?!” Almec roared, as Satine told him everything.

“Yes, Almec,” Satine replied.  “And we have no leads.”

“Death Watch knows that targeting the children will make them be seen as lower than scum- and some of their own may mutiny were this to be their doing,” Almec added.  “I’m going to speak to the ruling council, and to encourage them to look into this further.”

Satine and Padme watched him storm out, his face promising murder.  “I appreciate his concern,” Padme stated.

“The True Mandalorians are, above all else, caring towards children.  A crying child will usually disrupt them from a mission until the child is safe.  To poison them… that is a capital offense in their minds,” Satine explained.  “It was that care for the young that made… well, makes… Jaster Mereel able to be reasoned with.  Come with me.”

*****

Satine summoned her personal guard.  “I imagine that you all have heard the news about the poisoning of children,” she said.  There were nods- some stiffer than others.  “Corruption runs deep in Mandalore.  I do not know if this is a Death Watch attack or something else.  While the True Mandalorians are zealous, they may overlook something.  Therefore, I am trusting you all to this mission.  Padme?”

One of Satine’s servants carried a tray with comlinks.  “These comlinks and datapads are your means of direct communication and sources of locations you should investigate.”

“This must be a closed loop affair,” Satine stated.  “Were this to get out, those responsible may try to escape.  And if the True Mandalorians find out, they will launch a crusade to root them out, which will likely lead to them being disgraced by those who are corrupt, and possibly drive a rift between the New and the True,” Satine explained.  The guards nodded, and left.

“Now what?” Padme asked.

“Now we check the school that this started at,” Satine decided.

*****

Satine and Padme arrived, and Jaster was already there.  Boba wasn’t there.

“Duchess,” Jaster replied, staring at the school.

“Manda’lor,” Satine replied.  “This is the school?”

“Correct.  Thank goodness Boba isn’t going to this one.”

“I heard about how you adopted Boba Fett.  How is he doing?”

“Better,” Jaster replied.  “He’s already taught seven other children how to nick arteries that’ll cause a grown human to bleed out in under two minutes.”  There was a sniff.  “I’m so proud of him.”

“Has anyone left the school?” Satine asked.

“No.  I do know that the Superintendent is waiting for you.  Something about wanting to ‘get the trespassers off of school grounds’,” Jaster said, making air quotes.  Satine nodded, and the two went inside.

*****

“...And the food has been checked, as I told your bodyguard outside,” the Superintendent finished, as they reached the cafeteria.

“I see… what about their drinks?” Satine asked.

“The drink here is fresh water, so that cannot be it,” doctor Zaz replied, walking up to them.

“What about the bottled drinks?” Padme asked, noticing a young girl take a swig of something.

“Those aren’t part of the school’s menu,” the superintendent said evenly.  “They’re allowed, though.”

Doctor Zaz then grabbed the bottle off of a random kid’s cafeteria tray.  “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to borrow that,” he said, to the child’s confusion.  He then led the group into a lab, where a machine ran the numbers on the tea.  “...Oh.  Oh no,” he whispered.

“Doctor?  What is it?” Satine asked.

“This tea is mixed with an exceptionally high quantity of Slabin- a diluting agent,” he stated.

“That isn’t lethal, though,” Padme said.

“Not usually, but with this type of tea, and at these quantities…”

“The school has an import log, correct?” Padme asked the superintendent.

“Uhh… yes, I believe so,” the man stammered.

“Then let’s get to the docks,” Satine ordered.

*****

The ride to the docks was short, and everyone was silent the entire time.  Jaster had followed them, clenching and unclenching his fists in rage.

“This is it,” Satine said, checking the terminal.  It was by this time that the superintendent began to back away.  Jaster’s eyebrows rose behind his helmet, and he fidgeted with his blaster.

“But there’s no record of the tea,” Padme replied.  Behind them, the superintendent bolted.  They were alerted when Jaster’s pistol retort was heard, and the superintendent collapsed.

“Stun,” Jaster replied evenly, as Padme and Satine approached him.  Jaster hoisted the now-waking up man by the back of his shirt, and pinned his arms behind his back.

“Where did you get the tea?” Satine declared, voice full of iron.

“I… uhhh…”

“Talk, or I’ll order Mareel here to take you to the Ha’at with my full permission to do whatever they want to you to extract the information I need,” Satine hissed.

“Satine?” Padme asked her.

“If there is one thing that unites the True and the New, it’s that children are precious.  While we stopped the rites of adoption, this much hasn’t changed.”

“Feel free to remain silent.  The rest of the New Mandalorians will be finding the pieces for the next four months.”  Then Jaster leaned in closer.  “And you’ll be alive for the first three,” he hissed with pure sadism.

“P-please… I-I never meant to hurt anyone… I h-had to cut costs… t-the school’s budget-”

“I’ve read the school budget,” Jaster snarled.

“T-they offered me a great deal… I- I could keep some money for myself-”

“Was Death Watch involved?  Was there anyone else?” Satine questioned.