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"I don't want you Podracing, Anakin..."

“Hey guys!”

Standing in the doorway was a heavily armored young woman, breathing hard. In her left hand she held her helmet and she smiled wearily at Anakin and Shmi.

Qui-Gon’s hand darted to his lightsaber as realization hit him.

“No!” gasped Shmi leaping to her feet. “She’s not a threat,” and caused Qui-Gon to pause.

The girl held her hands up in a gesture of peace. “I mean no harm,” she assured, and unclipped her weapons, taking a step back.

“You’re a Mandalorian,” remarked Qui-Gon, replacing his weapon.

She bowed.

He regarded her for a moment as if searching her. Ilio stood frozen.

Shmi spoke up, “Ilio only takes targets she feels are just. She’s perfectly safe.”

“She’s awesome is what she is!” exclaimed Anakin who ran from the table and engulfed her in a hug.

The Jedi bowed. “I beg your pardon, Ilio. Keep your weapons. It’s only right since I’m armed as well. I know how important it is to a Mandelorian.”

“Thank you,” she smiled weakly, limping to the table and reclipping her weapons.

“You’re injured - perhaps I can help?” He said as a peace offering.

She shook her head, “Just a scratch. I’ve had worse.”

He bowed his head in acquiescence though privately thought that was small comfort.

Shmi bit her lip worriedly. “Let me at least get you a kolto pack,” and left the room before Ilio could answer.

“What have you been up to this time?” Asked Anakin excitedly.

Ilio smiled wearily. “This wasn’t from a mission. I had a nasty run in on my way here - didn’t have my helmet on.”

“They figured you would be an easy target?” The boy laughed freely at the idea.

“Indeed.”

And she looked it. With an unscarred youthful face, she appeared like a naive child playing in her father’s armor.

Shmi returned and Ilio brought the conversation back to focus. “So, what’s this about podracing?”

“Qui-Gon is stranded and needs parts for his ship. But he doesn’t have anything to buy them with, so I want to enter myself.” Anakin sighed, “Mom won’t let me.”

“With good reason,” smirked Ilio. “But perhaps I could enter with your racer - I presume it’s nearly finished?”

He nodded eagerly, “If you could help me, I’ll try to finish it tomorrow. But - you really think you could manage a podrace?”

Ilio smirked. “I’ve done it before, Anakin. I daresay I’ll survive.” She arched a cocky eyebrow.

This earned her an odd look from Qui-Gon but he said nothing.

Hours later, Ilio shifted uncomfortably on her bed.

“This is hopeless,” she muttered, getting up.

She made her way out to the terrace and gazed up at the stars, wrapping herself in a shawl. Trying to get comfortable she half reclined on the wall. But no matter how much she shifted the pain in her side throbbed and shudders wracked through her. Ilio had just decided to go in search of the jedi when a gentle voice enquired behind her,

“Trouble sleeping?”

Qui-Gon Jinn stood in the doorway, just out of the moonlight. “Mind if I join you?”

She gestured to a place beside her. “I was about to look for you.”

He nodded in understanding. “It won’t heal it completely but it’ll make you more comfortable and expedite the healing process.

“Are you shaking from the cold or your injury?”

Ilio shrugged. “Not sure. Gonna guess I got hit with a poison of some sort. Likely Kardrud, minor but…

“Unpleasant,” he completed, laughing. “I’ve been hit by it, too. Not among my favorite experiences.”

This won a smile from her.

The healing was simple enough. The Jedi’s hand hovered over her side, glowing with a golden light. Her breathing eased, then gradually the pain receded.

“Neat trick. Thank you,” Ilio smiled slightly, sagging back on the wall.

“Of course,” Qui-gon said kindly, leaning back.

“You weren’t born a bounty hunter or a Mandalorian.” He remarked after a few minutes.

Ilio shook her head. “They took me in when no one else would - when I had no one.”

“May I ask what happened to your family?”

“Slaughtered. I don’t know if anyone survived. I doubt it.”

Qui Gon’s eyes seemed to pierce through her – studying, enquiring, searching. “You can’t be more than sixteen. That’s a young age to be on your own.”

She shrugged noncommittally.

“And yet,” he continued, “you’re a very kind person despite your difficulty. Even if Anakin and Shmi hadn’t mentioned it… your eyes would give you away,” he smiled warmly.

Ilio felt a few stones fall from the thick wall around her heart. Pressing her lips together she looked away to restrain her emotions.

“You have great strength, Ilio Dien. A strength I’ve not seen in many people twice your age. A strength born of choice and will.”

“There’s enough cruelty in the world,” Ilio said tightly.

A few tears slipped out from her eyes and a gentle hand came down on her shoulder. She wept silently for a time, and Qui-gon stayed with her. He seemed to understand that she needed space but also comfort.

“I owe a lot to Shmi. She’s been amazing; like a sister. Anakin’s a brilliant kid, too.”

“You miss your family.”

Ilio smiled through her tears, “Very very much,” she answered, choking on a laugh. “There was a time when my younger brother turned a bunch of womp rats loose on my aunt Luy…”

Long into the night she regaled Qui-gon with stories of her past and he listened with genuine interest. As time passed he sensed a peace settled upon her and a fondness in his own heart for this girl who faced such painful odds with a gentle heart.

“Ah, well. I should go back to bed. I didn’t mean to keep you up for hours.”

“Not at all, it’s been enjoyable and I’m glad I could help.”

She stood up but swayed. Qui-Gon caught her, making sure she was steady before letting go.

“Thank you.”

He nodded. “You’d better go rest.”

Ilio slept more comfortably that night than she had in an age, and awoke refreshed despite a shorter sleep.

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The following day, Qui-gon looked on as Ilio helped Anakin with the podracer; and engaged with the other children, teaching, guiding, and encouraging.

“She’s incredible, isn’t she?” Commented Shmi following the Jedi’s gaze.

“It’s clear she’s suffered but chooses the moral high ground.”

Ilio jogged up to them, wincing a little but smiling nonetheless.

“Your wound is acting up again,” observed Shmi.

“It’s nothing.” Ilio smiled chipperly at her friend.

Shmi shook her head, “Always so stubborn,” smiled softly and went indoors.

Qui-Gon looked keenly at the young woman next to him. “You put on a brave face for Shmi and Anakin.”

“They need a cheerful soul.”

“That’s good of you.
“Are you sure you’re up to the podracing?”

“Quite certain.”

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Two days later Qui-Gon went ahead with his plans after he and Ilio had consulted and agreed.

Qui-Gon would claim the podracer was his and Ilio would run the race.

“Before we go in, I want to be absolutely certain.” Jinn looked at her seriously. “Are you sure that you can and want to do this?”

“I am.” The reply was firm.

“Very well…” sighed the Jedi.

And they ducked into the shop.

“Hallooo!” she called.

“Ilio! Finally decided to work for me? Heheheh."

“You know I wouldn’t work for you, Watto. You just want me to take out competition and I only dish justice not convenience.” She gave him a playful shove.

The alien chuckled, “It was worth a shot. You can always change your mind.”

“You couldn’t pay me enough,” she retorted, leaning against the wall, arms folded, exuding confidence. She arched a brow.

Jinn realized she had two personas; the bounty hunter, confident, ruthless, deadly; and simply Ilio, kind, thoughtful, brave.

“Oh ho ho. You don’t know what I could pay you. I could even get you in with the Hutts.”

She sneered, “I’ve done work for the Hutts, they know me, my fee, and my code. Now come on. We’re here on business.”

Watto sighed and turned to Jinn, “Alright, what is it?”

“I would like to sponsor Ilio, under your name, in a race.”

“Ha! Working for me after all huh?” He winked at Ilio who remained impassive. “You can podrace?”

“Mustafar. Look up Lady Lethal.” She answered with cold apathy.

His eyes widened, acquainted with the name, and swiveled back to Jinn.

“You can't afford parts. How can you do this? Not on Republic credits, I think, huh?”

“My ship will be the entry fee.”

Qui-Gon pulled a small holodisc out of his pocket. It was a Naboo spacecraft and appeared about a foot long. Watto studied it, scratching his chin.

“Ahhh. Not bad...not bad...huh, a Nubian."

“It's in good order, except for the parts I need.”

“...But what would the girl ride? My boy smashed up my Pod in the last race. It will take some long time to fix it, huh?”

"I have acquired a Pod in a game of chance. "The fastest ever built."

“I hope you didn't kill anyone I know for it.” Watto glanced at Ilio who laughed with him

“So, you supply the Pod and the entry fee; I sponsor the girl. We split the winnings, um, fifty-fifty, I think, huh?”

“Fifty-fifty?” Echoed Jinn. “If it's going to be fifty-fifty, I suggest you front the cash for the entry. If we win, you keep all the winnings, minus the cost of the parts I need. And if we lose you keep my ship.

“Either way, you win.”

Watto pondered this, eyes gleaming with greed. “Deal!”

They slapped hands and made their way out.

Once away from the shop Ilio took a deep breath. “That went better than expected.”

“Lady Lethal?”

“It’s the name I race by.”

Qui-Gon sighed and stopped walking to look at her. “Ilio, if you and Anakin can podrace –”

“ – Save it. I know we have a gift." She turned to look at the Jedi.

“Anakin has his dreams, but they are not mine. It would never work for me. I’m downright damaged and if my skills are honed at my age – with my past – I will become something terrible.”

Qui-Gon looked at her with understanding and dropped the topic and they continued back to the Skywalkers'.

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Ilio and Qui-Gon made their way to the speeder bay early, bringing the pod and to look over the racing track though much of it could not be seen. The bay was mostly just an open structure with a roof. The floor was still sand.

Ilio ran a hand over the silver machine taking a deep breath. Abruptly Qui-Gon shoved her into shadowed corner. and turned as Watto came into view.

“Ah! You." He pointed to Qui-Gon wagging a finger. "I want to see your spaceship the moment the race is over.”

Ilio was positively confused. Why didn't Jinn want Watto to see her?

“Patience, my blue friend. You'll have your winnings before the suns set, and we'll be far away from here.”

“Not if your ship belongs to me, I think, huh?” he chortled. “I warn you, no funny business.” He squinted at Qui-Gon

“You don't think Ilio can win?” He was surprised.

“Don't getta me wrongo. I have great faith in Lady Lethal and her reputation. She’s a credit to your race. But uh, Sebulba there is going to win, I think.”

Jinn glanced at the Dug. “Why do you think that?”

“He always wins! I'm betting heavily on Sebulba.” Watto Laughed.

Qui-Gon pondered for a moment. “I'll take that bet.”

Ilio nearly started from her hiding place.

“What?! What do you mean?” Watto demanded.

“I'll wager my new racing pod against...say...the boy and his mother.”

Ilio breathed. She’d been saving up to free them and waited with bated breath.

“A pod for slaves?! Well… one… the mother maybe. The boy is not for sale.”

“The boy is small, he can't be worth that much.”

Watto shook his head fervently, Ilio could just make out from the deep shadows that hid her.

“Not even for the fastest Pod ever built?”

Watto shook his head again.

“Both, or no bet.” Jinn stated firmly.

“No Pod's worth two slaves, not by a long shot! One slave or nothing!”

What was the Jedi playing at?! Ilio’s mind was racing.

“The boy, then.”

Oh cripes.

Watto pondered that while scrutinizing the Jedi. He pulled out a weighted die. “We'll let fate decide." Fate indeed. "I just happen to have a chance cube here. Blue it's the boy, red his mother…”

Watto tossed the cube down. Ilio held her breathe. Qui-Gon lifted his hand slightly, the cube falling on blue. 

Watto was furious. “You won the small toss, outlander, but you won't win the race, so it makes little difference!” He roared and left.

Qui-Gon went back to Ilio. “What in the name of all Greedy Hutts are you doing?” she snapped.

He put a calming hand on her shoulder. “Do you disagree?”

“No, but…” She shook her head. “This is risky. You caught me off guard. I will race for your ship-parts and for Anakin.

“For Anakin…” she murmured, gazing far off.

“Thank you,” the Qui-Gon said sincerely.

A moment lapsed.

"Why didn't you want him to see me?"

Qui-Gon gave her a side-long glance. "I'm not sure. It was instinct. I don't think that bet would have gone off if you'd been present."

She nodded her understand and he looked grateful.

The rest of their party entered the hanger then. "Shall we," he gestured with a smile and she returned it.

The two made their way over to their friends. Qui-Gon gave Shmi a hand down from the eopie. "Good morning," he smiled.

Watto floated past Anakin, “Better stop your friends betting or I'll end up owning him too,” and left.

Anakin looked confused. “What did he mean by that? 

“I'll tell you later.” The Jedi replied mildly.

Padme turned to Ilio, "How are you feeling?"

"Excited and nervous. Mostly excited," Ilio smiled.

"And your wounds?" Shmi asked giving her a calculating look she rarely wore--fractionally scolding.

"Healed, I think." Ilio shrugged patting where pain had been but was now gone, and smirked.

Shmi smiled and shook her head. She embraced her friend. "Please be safe."

Ilio nodded and made her way to the track, pod in tow, mentally drowning out the announcer. Just another day. Just another race. She didn’t care. Except now she raced for Anakin. Her friends had followed her, and she and Anakin did one last check over the machine.

She glared down Sebulba who decided not to cross the Mandalorian racer at present, who had donned full armor.

“All set, Ilio! I know you’ll win!” Anakin, enthusiastic as ever gave her a rib breaking hug and darted off with his mother and Padme.

Ilio Dien, Lady Lethal, was alone with the Jedi. He gave off a calm aura and she appreciated it as he helped her into the pod.

“Are you ready?” he asked quietly.

“I am.”

“If I may give you a bit of advice?"

She nodded.

“Remember to concentrate on the moment. Feel. Don't think. Use your instincts. I think they’re stronger than you realize.” He gazed at her.

She smiled. “Thank you, I will.”

Qui-Gon returned it, clapping her on the shoulder. “May the Force be with you, Ilio Dien.”

She nodded and now focused completely on the race ahead. It was one of the forms of recreation she ever took part in. Now she was happy, and practically tapping her feet in impatience.

Her machine stalled at first, but she got it back up quickly and took off. The wind buffeted her. Yes, this was the life she had chosen. The excitement, the freedom, the dare.

Ilio powered around corners and cut over hills and cliffs, passing other racers right and left.

Sebulba was in the lead but not for long, Ilio thought. 

He was being challenged by another racer, Xelbree. He slowed a little, and as Xelbree pulled alongside, he opened a side vent on the racer's engine and the exhaust cut through the alien's engine. The blast continued to cut along the engine until finally it exploded and Sebulba deftly veered away.

Ilio worked her way through the dense mass of racers as they zoomed over a dune sea, kicking up dust. Her Pod shook violently as it went over a jump, but she felt a thrill, not fear.

Ilio was content to hang back as Subulba casually put all other competition out of commission. She was grateful for her armor through the many explosions. Through the three rounds she casually picked off the tusken raiders.

Toward the middle of lap three, Ilio finally put everything forward and thundered toward Subulba. She slid up right beside him, nodded congenially and passed him, leaving him furious. 

He remained right on her tail, crowding her and pushing her through the turns.

One of the parts on Ilio’s engines began to shake loose. She easily switched to the auxiliary system. While fixing it, Sebulba flashed past her. But it didn’t matter, he was angry and confident now. Now he would make mistakes, which was what she wanted. Ilio swiftly caught up and they raced side by side down the final stretch of the track.

Subulba crashed into her and hooked her steering rod, determined that if he couldn’t win, that they would tie or both lose. Ilio allowed them struggle until the strain on the machines was palpable. She deliberately broke her steering rod and sent Sebulba spinning into an ancient statue making his engines explode. Sebulba skidded through the fireballs, blackened, but unhurt and threw what was left of a shifter arm on the ground. Screaming, he yelled “POODOO!”

Ilio glided over the finish line in first place. She dared not remove her helmet for fear of backlash via gunfire but she jumped from the pod with great energy pumping her fists in the air.

“It’s Lady Lethal! Lady Lethal has won the Boonta Classic!” The announcers... announced with exuberance.

The crowds cheered and screamed, as she spun, jumped, and did a somersault midair. Then she was joined by Qui-Gon, and all the rest. She was grateful her helmet hid her tears as she hugged Anakin; she’d won her adoptive brother’s freedom. Shmi and Padme hugged her tightly petitioning her to never do it again. And last but not least, she was met by Qui-Gon who, looking immensely proud, placed both hands on her shoulders. His smile was everything for they knew what they’d just won.

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Anakin ran into his home, “Mom we sold the pod! Look at all the money we have!”

“How wonderful,” she beamed at her son.

“He has been freed.” Qui-Gon announced.

“What?” Anakin cried happily. He was about to do a somersault when it dawned on him…

“What about Mom? Is she free too?”

Qui-Gon looked apologetic. “I tried to free your mother, Ani, but Watto wouldn't have it.”

“No, Shmi is free too.” Boomed a victorious voice from the doorway. Ilio sallied in with a swagger. “I’ve been saving to free both of you but have only just reached enough for Shmi. I’ve just arranged things with Watto."

She caught the Jedi’s eye and smirked. Perhaps there had been some encouragement from her blaster.

He laughed and shook his head. “A day of celebration all round then!” Jinn said heartily.

“Here’s a medical droid to remove your slave implants. It shouldn’t hurt and you'll heal within three days,” began Ilio but she got no further. Shmi held her in death-grip, hugging her as she wept into her young friend's shoulder. Ilio kissed her on the cheek and Shmi withdrew, smiling and wiping her eyes.

Anakin looked like he would burst with joy and Ilio returned an equally jubilant expression.

“There is one thing I couldn’t manage," Ilio grimaced. "This house – it belongs to Watto and he’s given us only ‘til sundown to clear out.”

Everyone went to work happily and with a will.

Being slaves they didn’t own much, the most cumbersome item was C-3PO but as a droid it hardly mattered. Within two hours they were all packed. Qui-Gon left with Padme, C-3PO and the ship parts, and would return later for the others.

As they left, Padme caught Ilio’s hand, “Thank you for everything you’ve done. I’ll see that it reaches the Queen’s ears. If nothing else I should be able to get you citizenship of Naboo!”

“Thank you, Padme.” Ilio smiled warmly, “I’ll see you soon.”

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With bundles on their backs and the sun fading the merry group passed out of Mos Espa.

As they reached the outskirts both she and Qui-Gon exchanged a look and understood a mutual sense of urgency.

“Hurry, we need to go!” She urged Anakin and Shmi into a sprint as the silver ship came into sight. Ilio remained behind them as rear-guard. She caught Jinn’s eye as he nodded and veered to their right, looking back. Shmi and Anakin had just gained the ramp and Ilio was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she flattened herself just as Qui-Gon yelled at her to drop.

She sprang back up and shot their enemy’s speeder out from under him. Qui-Gon engaged him in combat.

“Get to the ship! Tell them to take off! Go!! GO!!” Qui-Gon urged Ilio.

She obeyed but it was against her nature.

Anakin with Shmi carried the message to the cockpit while Ilio stood at the top of the ramp firing sniper shots at the sith, careful not to hit Jinn.

The sith was dual-wielding and sent one of his sabers toward her. Ilio caught it in her hand, extinguished it, and slipped it in her belt. Then took up her station again, she had just managed a good – if not lethal – shot and Qui-Gon took the opportunity to jump onto the ramp as it began to close with takeoff.

Ilio was the only one there as it closed and she caught him as he staggered, helping him to the floor as the door closed.

Anakin and another Jedi sprinted in not a moment later. 

“Are you alright?” Anakin beat the other Jedi to the punch.

“I think so… But it was a surprise I won’t soon forget.”

“What was it, Master?” Ahhh, so this was a… Padawan. Ilio had to search for the word. He had blondish-brown hair, a classic padawan braid, and features which spoke of a cheerful disposition.

“A sith. An old enemy long thought defeated. This one particularly well trained in the Jedi art. My guess is it was after the Queen…”

“Do you think he'll follow us?” Ask Anakin in concern.

“We'll be safe enough once we're in hyperspace, but I have no doubt it knows our destination. If it found us once, it can find us again.”

“What are we going to do about it?”

“There is a possibility it was after me. I’m… notorious in certain circles,” Ilio sighed.

Qui-Gon glanced from her back to Anakin.

“We shall be patient.

“Anakin Skywalker, Ilio Dien, meet Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

“You're a Jedi too?” Anakin exclaimed. “Pleased to meet you!” He smiled broadly.

Obi-Wan shook hands and exchanged smiles with the lad as Qui-Gon laughed.

The Padawan moved to Ilio and bowed. She returned the gesture. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Dien.”

“Likewise, Padawan Kenobi, but please call me Ilio.”

“And call me Obi-Wan,” they exchanged smiles and handshakes.

The new boarders settled in well and Ilio was summoned to the Queen.

“Padme has spoken to me of you and your part in aiding us. For this we are most grateful. Master Qui-Gon Jinn has also vouched for you despite your profession.

“I, Queen Amadala, give you Full Citizenship on the planet of Naboo. As such you are considered allied with the entire Republic.”

Ilio was stunned. And bowed full to the waist. “Thank you, your highness. I – I cannot tell you how much this means to me.”

She smiled and Ilio was dismissed.

The bounty hunter had no clue what her new ‘home’ looked like but was eager to help with the war and find out as soon as possible.

It took them a few days to reach their destination.

One afternoon Qui-Gon caught Ilio in the hallway. "Ah! I was wondering if I could speak with you?"

"Sure thing." Ilio gestured to her mini lounge.

"Thank you," Jinn said, as he sat down.

"Sooo, what did I do?" Ilio chuckled.

Qui-Gon snorted. "Nothing. Nothing worth scolding anyway.

"No. I wanted to speak to you about freeing Shmi." He paused and looked at Ilio meaningfully, "Thank you. I had no clue what you had been meaning to do and I'm grateful for the part you played. They shouldn't have to suffer separation."

Shmi and Anakin on separate occasions had already thanked her and Ilio turned away as tears came to her eyes. "It was a joint effort." She managed to smile.

Qui-Gon looked at her fondly. "You are far more than many realize. You have a strength of character speaks volumes."

They were silent for Ilio couldn't say anything.

Qui-Gon looked out the window as space passed by, "Anyone to judge you by your armor... would be gravely mistaken."

"Thank you," Ilio managed softly.

He smiled at her. "You're a good woman, Ilio. Remember that."

The parted and Ilio cried quietly to herself. Qui-Gon was back in five minutes, "Come here." And gave her a hug, as she began laughing through her tears. He grinned.

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The hideous skyscrapers came into view, the industrial city giving off its unbecoming edge. Ilio and Co. were gathered in the cockpit and she turned to Anakin. “Welcome to Coruscant, Capital of the Republic for millennia."

“I knew it was big, but… this is huge!” Anakin gaped.

Ilio nodded and sighed.

“This isn’t your first time here, is it, Ilio?”

“No, Master Jinn, it is not.” Ilio grimaced, looking out the window. “I’m not overfond of the place though it does have its points. I prefer Nar Shaddaa.”

He raised an eyebrow at the last statement, "You really must hate Coruscant." And grinned. Obi-wan, too seemed amused by the sentiment.

“Hopefully, you’ll be able to settle into Naboo soon,” Shmi smiled, squeezing Ilio’s hand.

“I hope so. It’s one planet I’ve never been to.”

“You’ll like it,” Obi-Wan said, after giving her a considering look.

They landed to the greetings of Supreme Chancellor Valorum and Senator Palpatine.

The Jedi, as the Queen’s protectors, went with her, but Padme beckoned the Skywalkers and Ilio.

“The Queen asked me to show you to your chambers as you’re her guests.”

Their quarters were across the hall from each other and easily the most opulent any of them had even resided in.

"Thank you, Padme. And please extend my gratitude to Queen Amidala. This is very kind of her." Ilio remarked, looking around her with approval.

"Of course! If there's anything else you need just let any of us know. I must leave now. Goodbye!" She waved cheerfully and Anakin eagerly returned it while Shmi and Ilio settle for appreciative nods.

Qui-Gon had persuaded Ilio to come with him before the Council--separate from Anakin--due to her "attunement" and picked her up the second afternoon.

"Just see what they have to say. You don't have to join but you should at least look into it. The Jedi have the power to heal you of your past experiences so that shouldn't be a problem.

"Besides I need to inform them of the sith, and you played a role in that fight. I'd like you there."

Ilio had grudgingly agreed. And now found herself before them.

“You are clearly force-sensitive Miss Dien. Do you seek anything from us?”

“Nothing whatsoever, Master Windu. I came only as a favor to Master Jinn – which reminds me.” She pulled a hilt out of her pocket. Glancing around she became uncertain of how to explain that a sith’s saber had come into her safekeeping. She handed it to Qui-Gon. “I think it would be better if you explained.”

“Miss Dien helped me in the attack against the sith. He was dual-wielding and sent one of his sabers toward her. She caught it – no small feat--and has kept it safely since then."

The small green thing made a noise of consideration and interest. “Caught it, she did? With no training? She has already proven powerful. Perhaps it would be better for her to be trained to ensure she does not fall to the Dark Side.”

The Masters meditated and were silent a time. “You clearly have a strong set of morals, despite your profession, which you’ve adhered to strictly even as a Bounty Hunter. We are willing to consider you.”

Ilio was amazed at Master Windu’s change of opinion but said, “I thank you, but I don’t think I’d be a good match to the Jedi. I am sensitive to the Force, true. Powerful, perhaps. But I chose my path long ago and am grateful for the simple friendship of the Jedi. If I can help you in the future, I’ll be more than happy to.”

She bowed and turned to leave.

“Another objection, you have. Yet, you have not voiced it.”

Ilio turned and faced Master Yoda. “I do not agree with your code.”

Yoda silenced Windu’s protestations. “And with what do you disagree, hmm?”

“You shun and abhor emotions; you fear them. Yet fear is an emotion in and of itself. Emotions are only problematic if they rule you. If self-control and emotional regulation are used, there is no issue.”

“You mean in all your years of hunting you never once made a decision out of fear or anger?” Windu looked at her accusingly.

Ilio flushed in anger but remained calm.

“Enough, Master Windu. She has not.” Reproached Master Yoda.

“You have issued me a grave insult, Master Windu. I will take my leave.” She gave him a curt nod and strode from the room.

“My friend, why?” Yoda turned to Windu who realized he’d made a mistake.

Ilio’s words echoed in the chambers of the Council.

Yet fear is an emotion in and of itself.

Ilio was far away before Qui-Gon could catch up to her. Pride would be the downfall of the Jedi, and she took a sip of her drink in a middle-class cantina. It was, oddly, one of the only places she could ever find refuge on Coruscant.

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“Rori?” Ilio said after relaying the bare minimum. “Get a squad together. Do whatever you have to. There’s something off here.”

“Right away.” The holocom shut off.

Ilio had heard a few things earlier and she trusted no one else with this work. She sipped her drink as she ruminated over it in another cantina.

“There is no civility. Only politics. The Republic is not what it once was. The Senate  is full of greedy, squabbling delegates who are only looking out for themselves and their home systems. There is no interest in the common good. It’s disgusting. I must be frank, Your Majesty, there is little chance the Senate will act on the invasion.”

“Chancellor Valorum seems to think there is hope.”

“If I may say so, Your Majesty, the Chancellor has little real power...he is mired  down by baseless accusations of corruption. A manufactured scandal surrounds him. The bureaucrats are in charge now.”

“If that is true, this entire trip has been wasted effort. What options have we?”

“Our best choice would be to push for the election of a stronger Supreme  Chancellor. One who could take control of the bureaucrats, enforce the laws, and give us justice. You could call for a vote of no confidence in Chancellor Valorum.”

“He has been our strongest supporter. Is there no other way?”

“Our only other choice would be to submit a plea to the courts…”

“There's no time for that. The courts take even longer to decide things than the Senate. Our people are dying, Senator. We must do something quickly to stop the Federation.”

“To be realistic, Your Highness, I'd say we're going to have to accept Federation control of Naboo for the time being.”

“That is something I cannot do,” the Queen replied coldly.

Of course not. It would be foolish and this Palpatine fellow... She’d known his kind before. Honey-sweet were the words of serpents. Charisma and manipulation were their armor and weapons. For some reason Palpatine wanted Valorum out; for some reason, he wanted Naboo under Trade Federation control. Was he in league with them? When Ilio meditated on him she got an odd and sick feeling.

A few days went by (which she spent mostly in Cantinas) as her colleagues added to her evidence and suspicions. At last satisfied she made her way back to her apartments – the most lavish she’d ever experienced being Queen Amidala’s guest – and detoured toward the Jedi Temple.

“Ah, Miss Dien. I was hoping to see you and apologize for my actions.”

“Save it,” she answered coldly, slipping a disc into Master Windu’s pocket as she passed. Their eyes met and Mace caught the double meaning.

Only when he was alone in a secure location did he play the compilations of recordings. And when he did he called on Master Yoda, who in turn called on Queen Amidala.

The Republic, The Jedi, The Mandalorian, The Free Worlds, even The Hutts, were all in extreme danger, and Naboo was only the tip of the iceberg.

The three leaders looked at each other in the darkened room. They had much to thank Miss Dien for; but first they had to act.

Queen Amidala maintained her support of Valorum and evidence swiftly came to light of his innocence and the scandal’s falsehood. The Bureaucrats immediately lost a great deal of control as they had been behind the scandal and were swiftly found to be in the pay of the Trade Federation. Palpatine walked beside the Queen as they left the Senate.

“It is a relief that things have been cleaned up so quickly, Your Majesty. I think we will all rest easier now. Soon we can come up with a proper plan for Naboo.”

“I am leaving immediately. The Jedi have promised me their help.”

“Your Majesty!” Palpatine protested in alarm.

“I am putting you on probation.”

Palpatine feigned bewilderment and hurt. “Please, Queen Am—”

“Speak with my attaché, Miss Dien, if you have something to say.” Amidala spoke with disdain.

Palpatine seemed at a loss but beckoned Ilio to the side. She had been too far away to hear the conversation but that was part of the plan.

“Yes, sir?” She asked softly with wondering eyes, as he pulled her into the shadows.

“I do not know why the queen has put me on probation but promise me you will look after her. I fear this may be the wrong choice.”

“Do you think so sir?” She feigned anxiety.

“You are skilled and strong; in time you will grow wisdom to see such things. I have no doubt great things are meant for you, though the queen does not seem to see it, but in the meantime promise me to look after her.”

Ilio bowed. “I shall do so, Senator Palpatine.”

“Thank you,” he said with exaggerated relief. And watched Ilio bow, as he swiftly drew his lightsaber holding it against her throat as she straightened.

“Sir?” She squeaked in real fear. It was planned but if this didn’t work she was done.

He smiled with satisfaction, unaware of those behind and above until they dropped on him. Ilio escaped unscathed, watching from a distance. The battle was ugly. Sidious was powerful. In the end he was killed by the Masters of the Council.

Mace sprinted over to Ilio, “Are you alright?”

“Shaken, sir. But fine.”

Amidala emerged. “Are you well enough to accompany me?”

Chancellor Valorum appeared. “The republic owes you a debt of gratitude.”

“Not just me,” Ilio answered shakily. “But I think I’d rather not be here now, so yes I will come.”

Turning to Windu she said. “Promise me even his remains, his effects; everything will be destroyed.” He nodded, grasping her shoulder, letting a wave of peace wash over her.

She calmed. Then turned to Valorum. “Please investigate anyone he was close with thoroughly.”

The Chancellor bowed to her. “It shall be done. And thank you."

She nodded. “Thank you all. Good night and see you soon.” And with that she boarded the ship where Qui-Gon awaited her. He was a realm of comfort for she couldn’t rest after what had happened. But his calm speech, and the coolness and freedom of Space soon soothed her, and she slept.

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The Council accepted Anakin, allowing him and Shmi to stay behind on Coruscant, where they could begin to forge a new life amidst the chaos of war.

The Queen's starship fled through space and Ilio anticipated her fist sight of her new home.

She was not disappointed. "I told you you'd like it," smiled Obi-Wan as she took the waterfalls, forests, and lakes. Blue and green dominated the landscape but yellow shone through as the gentle Naboo sun shone upon everything.

"It's beautiful," Ilio breathed. The Queen deigned to smile at her words and nodded almost affectionately.

Obi-Wan clapped her on the shoulder and they left the cockpit to prepare for departing the aircraft.

The landing was easy enough though there was some difficulty locating the Gunguns.

Support flowed in from every unexpected source. With Valorum still as Chancellor they had Republic troops--"I owe you much, Ilio," Padme--or rather Queen Amidala said with smile that shone. And the Gunguns were determined that it was their fight, too. But would it be enough? As these thoughts went through Ilio's head, warhorns sounded through the swamp and strange beasts made their way forward.

"Mandalore!" Ilio exclaimed in utter astonishment.

"Daughter," he bellowed in response with great grin, for long ago he had adopted her into his clan after her own clan parents had perished.

"A hundred strong, each worth five regular soldiers," he boomed.

One stepped forward from behind the great man. "Rori?" Ilio gasped and flung her arms around her old friend. "I can scarcely believe it!"

Mandalore and Rori smiled.

The former spoke. "We fight. For glory, for freedom, for justice," and continued, command and pride in his voice. "Fifty you will lead in the infiltration; Fifty I will lead on the battlefield."

Fifty Mandalorians, including Rori, known for their fierce loyalty and unparalleled combat skills, rallied behind Ilio as she prepared to lead the infiltration. Their reputation preceded them, and there was a fire in their eyes—a thirst for justice that could not be quenched.

They joined the Queen's posse and would leave for the Capital in a half-hour.

The infiltration was broken into three squads and was quite to Mandalorian tastes. Breaking through battle lines and sweeping up several outer levels at once, then breaking through the glass of the palace; that was style. The whole group seemed to be making good headway until the mechanical doors before them--their intended shortcut--opened. Ilio sensed a shadow looming behind it.

It opened and Ilio's heart filled with a mix of rage and recognition. “ARUETII!” she screamed, the word escaping her lips like a dagger. Traitor. Her eyes narrowed as she finally laid eyes on and recognized Irgun Brakseri, a name that stirred memories of a childhood shared, a clan once united.

The Mandalorians under her command murmured amongst themselves, stepping forward, their gazes sharp as they too recognized the former ally turned enemy.

“Dantov,” Ilio commanded, “Proceed with the others. I will see this one get tor for his actions.” And she pointed her blaster straight at the Sith, setting her jaw.

With those words, she felt the weight of the Mandalorian honor upon her shoulders, a fierce determination igniting within her. She would not let the past cloud her judgment, but she had a mission to fulfill, and this was just the beginning.

The three moved forward into a unique space full of ledges, platforms, and ramps, all at different levels. It would be nigh impossible to hold a fight here without force-sensitives.

Ilio took a force-leap and shot at Maul from the higher platforms as the Jedi took him on the ramps. Why wasn't there any railing? Backward they drove the sith with success for several minutes until they were met with a series of ray-shields before them and Ilio was forced to join her the fight on the low-ground. Obi-wan was behind having fallen to a lower platform and was still catching up as Ilio and Qui-Gon we caught before and behind a ray-shield: Maul on one side, they on the other.

Ilio stared at her old comrade in arms. She did not meditate as the jedi did but allowed calm to wash over her as she watched Maul pace. A glance back showed Obi-Wan stuck a several spots behind.

The waiting and silenced stretched. Ilio leaned against the wall and let out a yawn. Obi-Wan gave her an incredulous look at this and she returned a lazy smile. Why be stressed outside of a fight? She was on break.

At last, the shields fell momentarily, and the two allies surged forward, the fight continuing into a circular room with, Ilio rejoiced, a higher platform where she could be out of Qui-Gon's way but still assist from the high ground. Why were there no guard-rails?! Obi-Wan almost made it to them in time.

As Kenobi was caught behind the shield, Ilio leapt up and took shots at Maul while Jinn fought him.

For minutes this went on and to Ilio and Obi-Wan's dismay, Jinn fell. The young Mandalorian prepared to defend the Jedi-Master as well as she could, but the shield came down and Obi-Wan swept in, continuing the fight and Ilio supported him as she had Qui-Gon.

Again, the minutes stretched until Kenobi fell for a feint by Maul and tripped down the shaft, holding onto a protruding disc.

Maul sneered and kicked the padawan's lightsaber down the shaft. But even as it began to fall it started to rise. Up, up it went, straight into Ilio's hand where she caught it with a grin at Irgun. She drew Obi-Wan's lightsaber to herself before it could fall and flipped down to face her former ally.

"Really, Ilio? No training, and I'm Sidious' old apprentice." Maul taunted.

"And I orchestrated his demise, Irgun."

They clashed. He bore down with significant strength upon her.

"I could teach you, Ilio. So much strength. So much talent. Nothing could stop you. Not even me. I would spare your friends. Be reasonable."

"Bleating of a cornered animal." But she did not speak it with vitriol but calm.

She sliced his dual-saber in half.

It made him angry, which once again, Ilio observed, led to errors.

They fought even as Kenobi grabbed his master's lightsaber and assisted her.

It took a little but Obi-Wan had training behind his tactics and between the two of them, they destroyed their enemy.

Both were breathing heavily, sweat trickling down their foreheads as Maul fell down the shaft.

"Nice work," Obi-Wan said in genuine admiration as they switched their lightsabers off.

Ilio nodded, breathless.

Then they made their way to Qui-Gon. His injuries were not serious but should receive attention.

Ilio smiled brightly as they all sacked against the wall together. She lifted her wrist-communicator to her mouth.

"Success. I repeat: Success. Send some help to my coordinates."

She grinned and both Jedi beamed back. It was a day of victory!

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The streets of Theed were alive with color and sound, a dazzling display of banners fluttering in the gentle Naboo breeze. Citizens filled the thoroughfares, their cheers echoing off the ornate buildings that framed the parade route.

As the festivities began, the music swelled—a triumphant anthem that celebrated not just victory but hope for a brighter future. A float adorned with flowers and symbols of peace glided past, drawing gasps of delight from the crowd. Obi-Wan found himself momentarily lost in the joyous scene.

At the end of the parade he'd be made a Jedi Master.

The council stood nearby, their faces a mix of pride, light, hope, and respect. Yoda, with his piercing gaze, nodded approvingly, while Mace Windu’s quiet smile spoke volumes. It was a momentous occasion for Naboo and for the Jedi.

Ilio stood a few paces away, her presence a beacon amidst the celebration. The sunlight caught the highlights in her hair, casting a halo-like glow around her. As she waved to people, her laughter mingled with the music, and Obi-Wan felt an something unfamiliar. Something he had yet to fully acknowledge.

He quickly turned his attention back to the parade, but the moment lingered in his mind. The Mandalorians marched as did the Gunguns. Padme made a radient queen, reclaiming and freeing her homeland.

“Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon's voice broke through his reverie. “Are you ready?” Time had passed.

Kenobi met Qui-Gon's gaze, grounding himself in the present. “I am,” he replied.

As the Council made their way to the dais, Kenobi's gaze wandered through the sea of faces. Familiar figures cheered and waved, their expressions a mixture of joy and admiration. Anakin stood close to his mother, Shmi, who beamed with pride.

"Before this council I take from you the Title of Padawan and bestow upon you the Rank of Jedi Master!" Qui-Gon called in a loud voice.

He ignited his lightsaber, singed the Padawan braid from Obi-Wan's hair--as was custom and proffered him a new lightsaber hilt, its polished surface glinting in the sunlight. This symbolized his commitment to the Jedi Order, yet it also felt like a tether—binding him to the life he had fully embraced.

Yoda spoke then, "A Master, you are. A mentor, you will be. Guide others, you must."

The crowd erupted in applause and pride burst through his chest.

As he stood, braid gone, new lightsaber in hand, his eyes once again found Ilio. Their gazes locked for a brief moment, and time seemed to stretch. She beamed at him. They'd had quite a journey together. The jubilant cheers faded into a distant hum as he noted the spark of something unspoken between them. A warmth spread through him.

He watched her animatedly converse with a Anakin and Shmi, her gestures lively, her presence magnetic. Every smile she offered felt like a gift, drawing him closer, as if she were the center of the galaxy itself. He shook his head slightly, refocusing on the moment at hand, but the allure of Ilio's laughter lingered in his mind like an echo.

Standing amidst the Council members, Obi-Wan felt the weight of his new title settle upon his shoulders like a mantle woven with pride and responsibility. He exchanged brief glances with Qui-Gon, who stood upright beside him, a smile gracing his lips. Their bond, forged in trials and triumphs, felt even stronger today, a testament to their unwavering connection.

With the parade continuing, Obi-Wan stepped back for a moment, leaning against a marble pillar to collect his thoughts. The jubilant atmosphere buzzed around him and peace reigned.

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As Ilio reflected on the events of the past weeks, her mind was often subconsciously drawn to Obi-Wan, as her fingers found their ways across a Grand Piano in the Naboo Palace. Padme had encouraged her to use it and to the young bounty hunter's surprise she had a gift for it.

All was well and everyone was happy, except for the remains of Darth Maul still falling down a shaft somewhere. But that wasn't her problem.

Unbeknownst to her, she had a few secret listeners, largely those she'd met on Tatooine.

"You like to listen to her, too?" Whispered Obi-Wan.

Shmi turned, answering low, "Yes. It's nice to see her finally happy and she has a knack. Isn't it beautiful?" She asked turning back to her near-sister.

"Yes," Obi-Wan murmured, though he meant two things; or rather, her playing and she herself. But it was unconscious.

A few days passed and it was time for everyone to return to their duties.

Padme walked beside Ilio in the palace gardens. "I hope you will stay with us, Miss Dien. The Mandalorian's are allied with us now and you need not go out into such treacherous work." She turned to her friend with a pleading look, "Please stay here. Please stay in safety. You've done enough for Naboo, The Jedi, Your Friends, for the Galaxy."

Ilio sighed. She dearly loved Padme and the home she'd been gifted was beautiful. But she was no longer one to sit idly by. She'd been shaped--if harshly for combat and overcoming stacked odds.

"I appreciate everything you have done for me, Padme. You're a good friend and I intend to keep Naboo as my home planet," she paused, then looking the Queen in the eyes she said, "But you know I'm not made for the mundane. Perhaps once I could have done as you've asked, but time and events have shaped me, and I will not stand by, much like you refused to when your people were suffering. I am a Mandalorian. I belong to honor and defending innocents, wherever they may be found."

Padme had expected no less and Ilio thought she'd dropped it. She'd never been more wrong.

"Miss Dien!" A voice called down the hallway. Mace Windu was walking toward her with purpose.

"Master Windu, I thought you'd all left." Ilio smiled kindly at him and he returned it.

Placing a hand on her shoulder he asked, "How are you holding up?"

"Better than I ever have I think, thank you. I trust Anakin is adjusting well?"

"More-so than we'd hoped, but that's not what I wanted to speak with you of. We--the council--were wondering if you'd be willing to be our attache of sorts, go on missions for us. You'd be paired with Master Obi-Wan as Qui-Gon has taken Anikan as his Padawan."

Ilio beamed. She knew of that happy circumstance but she was a little surprised at the proposition. For a time they walked in silence, as she pondered the offer.

"I think Obi-Wan and I could complement each other. If the council is certain I see no reason to object. I've enjoyed having friends and I have a unique skillset that I'd hate to see rust."

Windu clapped her on the shoulder, "Excellent then. A ship will be prepared for you both. May the force be with you."

She shook his hand, "Thank you, Master Windu."

He smiled slyly, "You're welcome, but the queen was the one who suggested it."

With that he left, footsteps echoing in the grand halls, leaving a gaping Ilio in his wake.

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A couple years passed.

The Jedi Council had hemmed and hawed, but it had become apparent their code was flawed.

After observing Ilio as a force-sensitive who had numerous times to turn evil they rescinded the ban on marriage and attachments, acknowledging the hypocrisy and misguidance of it. Did not Masters and Padawans become attached? Would it not be better to promote regulation of emotions rather than stiflement? Ilio could have kissed the council, but it wasn't in her nature, and she merely nodded in approval of the news. Windu laughed at her lack of reaction, shaking his head. They had become friends despite their first clashes.

The first love to bloom from this was Qui-Gon Jinn and Shmi Skywalker. Though the regard had been growing for some time, the amended code gave the love a new birth.

Qui-Gon openly courted Shmi who seemed to grow more her age--that is younger--with the difficulties of life banished. She and her son were safe and free, thus making room in her heart for the only man that could ever understand or hold it. She was quieter about their love, but Qui-Gon loved her for it, as she loved him for his more outward devotion, gently withdrawing her. He was never happier than when he got her to laugh or smile, she was never more content than kissing him "welcome home" after a mission.

Anakin had a father and Master whom he respected and adored, and didn't have to give his mother up. Ilio was under the guardianship of Qui-Gon & Shmi under Naboo law, though it changed little except that Qui-Gon was a guiding force for her as she grew, and she regarded him as a dear friend and family-member.

As for the couple, they were often seen walking together among the gardens of the Jedi Temple or on romantic dates looking over bustling Coruscant; Shmi resting her head on Qui-Gon's shoulder and his arm wrapped around her waist.

There were stolen kisses and gentle caresses, late night talks, and flowers given.

As for Ilio and Obi-Wan, they proved to be the dynamic duo when it came to missions.

They'd been in starship battles, chased threats in the outer-rim, stopped Master Sifo Dyas from creating a clone-army and saved his life in the process.

Ilio laughed at the incessant rain of Kamino, becoming absolutely drenched.

"Ilio, come on. Rain is fun and all, I'll admit, but this is ridiculous." Despite his protestations Obi-Wan was grinning at Ilio who was going round in circles, arms flung wide, enjoying the weather.

Sighing, he joined her in the rain and even led her in a danced within which they both tripped and sprawled laughing on the wet docks.

Their mission was complete, the remains of Count Dooku and a few Pykes were floating to the bottom of Kamino's ocean floor, the Master Sifo was receiving medical treatment as Ilio and Obi-Wan enjoyed their success on Kamino.

He eventually coaxed her indoors to dry off, shaking his head and smiling all the way. They stayed few days, relaxing, as Sifo regained his strength for travel--and facing the council.

Ilio and Obi-Wan spent their time forging peace and amicable relations with the planet's leaders for their respective factions and any downtime was spent catching up on sleep, eating, or playing Dejarik. She tried to get him to go splash in the puddles together again but he stubbornly refused after how drenched he'd gotten last time.

"Stubborn old man." Ilio grouched.

"I'm only three years older than you!" Obi-Wan protested.

She arched a brow.

Their chemistry when working on a mission together and in combat was formidable and they had become good friends. Or idiots.

The three allies returned to Coruscant.

"Qui-Gon!" Ilio sprinted from the vessel as soon as they landed. Medics were on hand for Master Sifo so with abandon Ilio flung her arms around Master Jinn. He spun her around and Obi-Wan smiled from the ship ramp.

"How are my two favorite young adults?" Qui-Gon asked, smiling broadly.

"We're good," they said in unison. The older master rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Shmi and Anakin want us for dinner." He put his arms around both their shoulders and led the way.

Ilio wiggled her eyebrows as they walked, "And how are you and Shmi?"

"And Anakin," Qui-Gon corrected with good humor. "We're all very well."

Ilio shrugged him off, staring at him. Then glared, pointing an accusatory finger. "There's something you're not telling us."

"I'm inclined to agree, Master," Obi-Wan jumped in with a broad grin.

Qui-Gon threw his hands in the air. "You two are incorrigible. Fine. I have the high honor of announcing that Miss Skywalker and I are at last betrothed!" He didn't bother to hide his happiness.

Obi-Wan and Ilio cheered and teased all the way to the Skywalker resident and Jinn took it all in good humor.

Upon arrival...

"Shmi!"

"Ilio!"

They kissed each other on the cheek as they embraced.

"Congratulations!" Ilio squeeled.

Shmi blushed, "Thank you, Ilio. Your time is coming too."

Ilio looked confused. "That I somehow doubt."

Obi-Wan felt a pang of confusion and pain.

"Where's Anakin?" Ilio pestered.

"Behind you," said a slightly more mature voice.

Ilio spun. "My stars, you've grown! This isn't acceptable. I forbid you to grow when I'm away."

"I'm afraid it happens quite without my knowledge or bidding."

She hugged her brother-in-all-but-blood and they went to dinner.