Star Wars: Anakin Si c8

The Galaxy will feel Anakin’s actions for many years to come. One could say he caused seismic activity at the galactic scale.

He inspired Padme to act, so she did. But her naivete, fueled by brashness, caused her to invoke a no-confidence vote.

Removing the Chancellor was easy; the preparations for his removal were set years ago.

Now, with him gone, electing a new Chancellor should be easy, or is it?

It should, but there are puppet Masters in the shadows.

“...”

“...”

“...”

“We call this Senate session finished!”

A group of people were watching the session from a hologram display.

“...What is happening!? This is the third session now!” Padme was nearly biting her nails from frustration.

“None of the candidates got majority votes.” Jedi Master Mace Windu said with narrowed eyes. After the last episode with Sith, his paranoia is at an all-time high.

And his suspicion was on the spot as this was Sith machinations.

“But that should be impossible! There are so many votes!”

“With this session finished, the next session is 30 galactic standard days away.” Qui-Gon Jinn said with crossed arms. He is starting to see the bigger picture.

“...But…” Padme wanted to complain there is a bucket list of things she needs for the Senate to pass!

Most of them are to lower the Trade Federation's influence and make them pay for what they did to her homeworld!

“I know the feeling, Your Highness, but there is nothing we can do. No matter how you look at this, it is how things are done in the Republic.”

Hearing the borderline indifferent voice of the Jedi Master made the Queen pissed.

Her people were starving! They were nearly forced to sign their life away, and all he can say is that it can’t be helped!?

‘If only Anakin was here! He could have something to say.’

The Queen frowned; she decided to return for the next session.

But then Obi-Wan rushed in.

“Masters! You have to see this!”

The Padawan rushed over and pressed something on the holographic display.

The Senate floor switched to a person standing, a familiar person dressed in diplomat clothes.

“...Sidious.” Mace Windu said with a severe look.

[People of the Galaxy, My name is Sheev Palpatine, an exiled Senator from Naboo; I was a victim of Jedi conspiracy. I have uncovered proof of their dark dealings, and for that, I was branded a traitor and exiled from Coruscant.]

The Dark Lord showed footage of Jedi ransacking his place.

[As you can see, they went through my property and tried to seize valuable artefacts, yet the Republic did nothing to protect a Senator's home and property.]

“...That bastard! We were looking for Sith Artefacts!” Obi-Wan said with an annoyed tone.

“...I see that's his game. I doubt any of the citizens know about Sith and the laws we are exempted from when we are dealing with a dark side wielder.”

“...There are no laws,” Padme said with a sigh.

“...pardon?”

“I studied the whole constitution. Sith are not enemies of the Republic; someone removed it from its constitution many years ago.”

“...That's…” The Jedi looked baffled. They never considered that! It appears the Sith have long ago infiltrated into the depths of the Republic!

“People of the Republic have no idea or interest in enemies which haven't existed for over a thousand years. It will take a while for the Jedi to understand who the Sith are.”

As Padme said, the disguised Dark Lord continued to weave its half-truths and paint the image of the Jedi as dark as it could get.

The Dark Lord pointed out the fact that Jedi don't answer to anyone, don't reveal anything that they do, the Jedi get paid with taxpayers’ money.

Darth Sidious even had the gall to say that all the Jedi did in a recent crisis was pathetic; they couldn't solve the issue.

Regardless, after saying his piece, the Dark Lord finished telling his story and stopped the transmission.

“This is being broadcasted through the core and mid-rim. All of the most important Star systems have seen this.” Obi-Wan said with a serious voice.

“Since he failed to take over as a Chancellor, he plans to sever the republic in half and then take over through a civil war.” The Jedi Master commented after seeing the transmission end.

“Yes. It appears so.” Qui-Gon Jinn commented with a pondering look.

“Isn't there something the Jedi can't do? Can you just locate him and apprehend him?” Padme asked since she didn't know how Jedi operated.

“As you said, the situation is getting out of hand. We have no idea where he is now and are not used to Sith hiding in shadows like this.

The Sith of the old used to wage wars and fight on the front lines. As you can see, they are not doing that anymore.”

‘In other words, useless…’

The Queen could only get more annoyed with these deadlocks, just as Anakin told her.

She somewhat misses his teases now. At least they would redirect her annoyance somewhere else.

~~~~~~Elsewhere, Few Days Ago~~~~~~

A massive spaceship left the hyperspace above a desert world; it has two suns and three moons.

“To think that I would miss this dust ball.”

As he overlooked the planet below him, he walked towards the hangars.

He has a lot of those.

“Make sure no one takes our ship.”

“Roger, Roger Bossman.”

The droids saluted him. While he doesn't have complete confidence that they will be fine, he did update their OS.

Still, he is not planning to stay long on this dust ball.

The Chosen One selected couple B1 and two droidekas to protect his new J-type starship, his new ‘lambo’ of space.

Yes, he treats his new starship as if it were a Lamborghini or even Bugatti of space.

A J-type Nubian yacht costs around 2 million Republic credits. So yeah, it is a luxurious thing.

That is why he is planning to use his Droidekas to protect it.

As he boarded the J-type, he went to the controls and turned it on.

The sound of engines is music to his ears.

With the push of a lever, the engines roared, and the starship blasted out from the hangar and moved towards the planet below.

A few short moments later, he landed his chrome J-type not far from where his Emporium was.

As the gangway lowered, his Droidekas rolled out and created a perimeter. After that, a few B1 walked out, followed by Anakin, who walked out and proceeded to walk towards the city.

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“You got to be fucking kidding me!!!” The Chosen One looked at the place where his shop used to be! It's fucking sold!

He just stared at this building, which was now a posh home.

“...Can someone explain this!” He mumbled to himself.

“And then they say why I don't trust people!” Anakin started to nag randomly.

“...Wait! They haven't said that yet. Stupid future knowledge, I should do that stuff less.”

He shook his head before looking around for a bit.

His gaze ended up where the marketplace was. The boy proceeded to walk there.

A few short minutes later, he ended up in a bar.

The moment he was inside, he could hear jazz and a bunch of familiar faces of bounty hunters and other people, primarily low-lives

But Bounty Hunters are more trustworthy, well, mostly.

A small smile appeared on Anakin’s face as he saw a rare figure sitting in a corner.

The Chosen One walked over.

“Kid, I wasn't expecting you to return. The word is that you have left with— Jedi.”

“I left for a week and found that my home is now the home of some big shoot spice trader.” With a casual drop, the boy dropped into the seat opposite the blue armour-wearing Bounty Hunter.

“When people leave with Jedi, they don't return. Your mother sold it and went to live with some moisture farmer. At least that's what they said to me when I wanted you to do some maintenance.”

“...Figures. But it's only been a week.” Anakin said with a sigh.

“Are you back to work?” That was the million-credit question.

“For you? Sure.” The Chosen One pulled out his backpack and started to pull out his tools.

“Mandalorians are always welcome; I love to work with your tech.”

“Heh, sure.” The Mandalorian started to pull out his pistols.

As the kid started to work, he decided to inform his associate about future opportunities.

“I was in Coruscant with the Jedi; you will be busy in the future; a massive war is brewing. The Republic is going to split into two. I guess Banking clans and the Trade Federation will hire you.”

“...And you just know that?”

“Well, I was the one who discovered a plot set by an ancient order of evil space wizards.”

“...”

“...I don't want to know the details.”

“Suit yourself.”

As Anakin was done with Mandalorian’s gear, he handed over the blasters.

“Keep the change. Your info was enough. See you later, Jango. You will cross paths with people you see as enemies. So don't die.”

“...*Snort* kids and their ‘space wizard’ powers.” The Mandalorian decided to ‘use’ these words because it just sounds hilarious.

When the kid left the bar, the patrons could hear a spaceship engine blast through; it was flying very low.

“So that's what that button was.” The Mandalorian mumbled to himself. He remembered the boy pressing something on his wrist when he knew about his mother.

‘I wonder if he sells that feature. I could use that on my Slave.’

~~~

As the J-type was flying above the desert and dunes of Tatooine, Anakin was meditating to sense where his mother was. He can't believe he has to do this nonsense.

A few minutes later, he knew where to go. But he wasn't done. The Chosen One looked for the Tusken Raider camps around where his mother was now living.

He found one large camp.

Seeing the possible future, this was the very same camp where the original Anakin went on a killing rampage right before the Clone Wars.

Well, he doesn't need to do that. He doesn't need to kill all of them.

With the course in mind, the J-type turned towards its new target.

Less than ten minutes later, the chrome ship floated above Tusken camp.

The screeching nomads started shooting at the ship. Not to scratch the chrome, Anakin jumped out from the starship and turned on the deflector shields with his wrist remote.

Not that bolts shot from a primitive blaster will do anything. Even then, the Tuskan noticed the boy jumping from the chrome starship.

*Tusken scream*

The nomads rushed towards the boy, and some started shooting at him instead of the ship.

“That's right, come at me. Ignore the ship.”

As the bolts started to fly at him, they would stop midway, which happened to all the shots. When the melee fighters were in front of him, the bolts rushed in all directions and nailed most of the attacking party.

Just like that, the fighting somewhat stopped as the Tuskans didn't know what to do.

“Good now, which one of you is the big boss?” For a second, the Chosen One closed his eyes and located the ‘big fish’.

“There.”

With a hand motion, the nomad was yanked towards the boy.

Anakin grabbed the screaming and struggling barbarian. The moment the force user grabbed him the moment he started to bombard the tusken with visions.

Just like that, he turned the leader of a tribe into a ‘prophet’.

The best way to protect his mother? Just turn the lands into holy lands. Tuskans will defend this place and won't allow anyone to enter except those who already live here.

That's right; this is the holy site where a ‘god’ has been born.

Anakin remembered a comic of Darth Vader where Tuskans worshipped the Dark Lord like a God, so why not do the same?

It worked before; it can work again.