Skywalker, Sector Ranger: Chapter One


"Put me in for twenty," I say, sliding a twenty credit chip into the middle of the sabaac table. Playing the game is of no importance for me and losing or winning doesn't matter. I'm not here to play games, rather I'm here looking for a wanted fugitive that authorities out of Corellia haven't been able to locate. It isn't often CorSec asks for our help but I'm always up for a challenge.

Mar Wilkerson is the suspect's name and he's wanted out of Corellia for kidnapping and murder. He's a bad guy, a bounty hunter who was hired by a still unknown party. CorSec is still investigating that end but requested our help in locating their wanted man. Once I got this case, I put the word out to my regular confidential informants, men and women who are good people who want to help make the galaxy a safer place or men and women who I could lock up in a moment's notice for breaking the law. I'm not above using leverage to force someones cooperation in a criminal case, they're just lucky I don't care for minor offenses.

Sector Rangers are charged with two duties by the Galactic Senate of the Republic and that is to apprehend criminals and keeping the peace. We're solely law enforcement and the Senate created us to be a universal law enforcement agency giving us the authority to go anywhere in the galaxy - and beyond - to apprehend our fugitives and to investigate the cases we're assigned. We also tend to work alone, though sometimes we work with partners or in teams of four depending on the case.

My cases tend to be just me and include me going undercover to infiltrate the criminal underworld. The galaxy knows me as Anakin Skywalker, I've seen no reason to change my name and even though many know of my exploits on Naboo in destroying the Trade Federation's Droid Control Ship, they don't know that I'm a Sector Ranger. Many just think I'm a bounty hunter, as I wear the armor of a bounty hunter or a mercenary and wear no badge.

I tend to keep that back in my ship unless I'm sure I'm going to need it and if I do then it stays in my pocket.

The places where I go, just like this dreadful moon of Nal Hutta is better off not knowing I'm a Sector Ranger anyway. The Hutt's don't like us in their backyards and truth be told, we don't like being here either.

The droid sabaac dealer takes my credits and doles out the cards. I peek at mine, keeping them low on the table and just raising them enough so I could see what they are. Make it seem like I care and make it seem like I know what I'm doing. Which I do but I don't need any of these people to get suspicious of me or to try and pull anything funny. I'm never looking for a fight but trouble seems to find me no matter where I go.

Glancing around the table, I don't see my target. I've gotten more than one tip that he hangs out in this slum, he's been spotted here as recently as two days ago and is said to be here at night time. His gray hair should be noticeable here, you don't see many humans on Nal Hutta except for those of the criminal kind and most of them don't live long enough to become old enough for gray hair and if they do, they're the ones you have to watch out for because they know what they're doing or things happened and they took a step over the line that separates them from law abiding citizen to criminal.

This guy knows what he's doing as he's been the game for a long time, there were even rumors that he's stolen bounties right out from the under the nose of Jango Fett, one of the most well known bounty hunters living today. I'm not sure if those rumors are true but I'm not stupid enough to dismiss them before I know for sure. Any criminal is a wildcard, they could be wanted for minor crimes like tax evasion and pull a blaster out and try to shoot you. It's happened before to planetary authorities but we tend not to deal with such minor crimes in the Sector Rangers.

My business definitely isn't an easy one but if it was then where the would the fun in that be? The Jedi rejected me and just a few years later, a Sector Ranger came to me on Tatooine where I was living with my mom and offered me a chance to become one of the elite. How could I refuse? Mom thought it'd be good for me too and I joined, packed my bags and flew off with him to join him in chasing down criminals and investigating major crimes that go above the capabilities or jurisdiction of any single planetary law enforcement agency.

Val Darra will always be a man dear to my heart. He died just last year from a heart attack but in those six years I knew him, he was like the father I never had and never knew I needed. He taught me a lot, not just about investigating crimes, interrogation techniques, evidence collection, piloting and coordinating a task force but also in ways of the Force. He was once a Jedi who left the Order decades before I was even born, he found being a Jedi was no longer his calling and thought it to be the Will of the Force to become a Sector Ranger to do some good that he wasn't doing as a Jedi and that included training me. He heard of the Council's decision to not train me and when he felt I was old enough to join him, he came to me and taught me everything he knew.

Remembering his lessons, I strain my ears. Concentrating on listening to everything in the room and cancelling out the noise of the horrible band in the back corner that make my ears want to bleed. I'm in a room full of criminals and undesirables but I'm only here looking for one and that is what I'm trying to do. His voice is ingrained in my mind, I've heard prior transmissions he made and his voice would stand out in this room.

But I hear nothing of his voice or anything related to his name and release the strain on my ears bringing my hearing back to my immediate vicinity. The eyes of those sitting around the table are on me, I look down and raise my bet by fifty. Two of them fold, three more call and we continue.

The being next to me, a male Barabel is sizing me up. Looking down at my blaster pistol holstered in a tactical holster on my right thigh, my light armor which is strong enough to ward off a blaster shot set on stun or kill but not strong enough to ward off blaster shotgun shots or blaster rifle shots as their shots carry much more bang than a blaster pistol, then he looks up at my face and sisses.

Sissing for Barabels is usually a form of communicating being grief or amusement. In this case, its probably the latter. I know that I'm just nineteen years old and not very intimidating by my appearance but that is just something that I use to my advantage. I'm much stronger than anyone gives me credit for, outside of the Sector Rangers that is. Inside the Sector Rangers, they're well aware of my abilities and when I'm given a case or a fugitive, they know I won't rest until I see it through to conclusion.

We play a few more rounds, the time is about right for the fugitive to be arriving here. Both of my informants said he tends to come late at night, usually around 2300 standard hours and that is the current time. I win the round and leave the table with my credits, heading for the bar.

That same Barabel follows me and sits a few stools down. I pay him no mind and order a drink, a non-alcoholic beverage but I don't say it loud enough for anyone but the barkeep to hear. He gives me my drink and I slide over the credits with a nice little tip. The holovision is on with the Galactic HoloNet News giving the latest news from around the galaxy. Its nothing new, just war on the brink of happening.

Nothing new there. There's always a war happening somewhere but there hasn't been a real galactic war in a millenia and that was a war between the Empire and the Republic, the Brotherhood of Darkness and the Army of Light, Sith and Jedi. Every war in galactic history was probably caused by either party, another reason why I'm happy they rejected me. I don't have to listen or abide by their sanctimonious code or listen to them spin a story that always favors them or makes them look like the good guys.

Jedi and Sith don't concern me. I'd heard enough about both groups from Val to not want to do business with either and many Sector Rangers and Special Enforcement Officers feel the same way. They don't mind me and my connection to the Force, they like me and respect what I can do but they don't like working with Jedi because they think they run everything, like they're our bosses when they're not. I have yet to find a single Sector Ranger or Special Enforcement Officer who had one nice thing to say about the Jedi.

"Get me a Corellian brandy." A rough voice says next to me, an older human male takes the seat and rests his elbows on the table as the barkeep brings him his drink. "Put it on my tab."

I know that voice, my target has arrived.

Bringing my hot chocolate to my lips, I smile into the cup and take a sip. This cantina is not a good place to apprehend him, I have to wait until we get outside and away from people. The less people around, the better. He may be doing business with others, its believed he had a partner, someone to fly his ship when he completed his objective. It is also possible that he met his employer here. I'll have to pay close attention to who he does business with and what he says, it could all be pertinent to CorSec's investigation.

"Do we really have to watch this garbage?" Mar shouts to the barkeep, raising his hands in anger. "Its the same old poodoo, the galaxy is in chaos and going to war. What does that have to do with us? Put on the podraces or something."

The barkeep walks to the end of the bar and changes the station to a podrace in progress. My eyes follow their every move, podracing is what gained me my freedom and I'll always be thankful for that. Podracing is also a very dangerous sport that makes the racing that much more fun. One wrong move and you could be bug splatter on the side of a canyon wall or crash and explode into a massive fireball.

"Come on Sebulba, I've bet big money on you." Ugh, that disgusting slime-ball. Of course he would bet on him, they're both woven from the same cloth. Sebulba has no problem sabotaging other podracers like he did my own and this slime-ball has no problem kidnapping the only son of the CEO of Corellian Chemical Corporation and killing him even after he received his one million credit ransom. Neither of them care about anything but money.

It's sickening.

I take my time drinking my hot chocolate even when it becomes cold chocolate and the fugitive next to me acts like I'm not even here. Fine by me, I'd rather not talk to him if I didn't have too.

Unfortunately, that is short lived.

"You watch podracing?" He asks me, looking at me and then back at the large screen mounted on the wall.

I shrug. "When I can." There's no way I'm going to tell him that I use to podrace myself. I don't need any of that attention, I've got a job to do and arresting or killing this scum, if necessary is my job. "I don't get to enjoy watching the holovision much. But I do go to races when I can on Malastare or Tatooine."

He nods, like he's the same way. He better not say anything like that though or I just may pull out my blaster and shoot him in the kriffing head right now. "I get that," he says with a nod. "You a bounty hunter or dressing up for fun?"

"Bounty hunter, just looking for my target. It's not easy to find a target when there's the whole galaxy for them to hide in." No bounty was put on his head, we managed to keep CorSec from going that far. He shouldn't expect for me, a 'bounty hunter' to be pursuing him.

He snorts. "Where would the fun in that be if you already knew where he or she was?" Funny that you should say that... considering you're my target.

Too bad I can't say that.

I smile a little in agreement with him. Can't let him get suspicious of me, he's probably already looking over his shoulder in his line of work especially after his latest job. "True, its always thrilling when you look your prey in the eyes and say, gotcha." He laughs, slamming his hand on the bar. I join him in laughing, its ironic really.

After a minute, he slaps my shoulder and looks me in the eye. "What's your name?" His face is serious now, the wrinkles displaying his old age and stress-filled life. His eyes are paler than they were in the last picture of him and his skin is no longer tanned. I'm not a doctor but he looks like he's sick to me, possibly terminal. Why else go after one of the most powerful people on Corellia?

"Anakin Skywalker," I tell him, extending my hand pretending to be friendly. "You?"

He shakes my hand, his grip not as tight or as firm as I'd expect it to be. "Mar Wilkerson, also a bounty hunter." He says, confirming his identity.

"I figured that," he lets me hand go and I take another sip of my drink. "You seemed like a bounty hunter when you walked in but you're not wearing any armor. Are you stupid or suicidal?"

He laughs again and then starts to cough and raises his hand to cover his mouth. "Neither exactly but I find that not wearing armor keeps me more aware of my surroundings. It forces be to be on constant alert. When you reach my age, you'll have a sixth sense that can detect danger and you'll know when someone is planning on shooting you in the back."

I have a sixth sense, its called the Force but even before I knew anything about the Force, I learned all about danger just by living on Tatooine. "I know all about that, growing up on Tatooine has a way of doing that to ya. I still prefer the armor, makes me feel more at home. Its flexible not holding me down and keeps me warm. Thing about living under twin suns is that every planet that isn't Tatooine, seems to be cold. That's why I wear it."

He nods his head in agreement. He doesn't need to know what it does or what material its made from. It's special Sector Ranger material and also used by certain law enforcement agencies like CorSec for their tactical teams. "Makes sense." He orders another brandy and we sit around watching the race. Oddly, I don't feel uncomfortable even knowing exactly who he is and what he did. His eyes are already bloodshot and his hands are shaking like he's in either withdrawal or hasn't slept in a while. Maybe both.

"You okay?" I ask after a few minutes.

He shakes his head, taking another sip of his brandy. "Haven't been for a couple of weeks, since my last job." The last job being the abduction and murder of a five-year-old little boy. "It wasn't meant to go the way it did, poor kid died."

It is a little comforting to know that he wasn't able to just forget about his crime and it would help me to know what exactly happened without seeming to forward about it. "What happened?"

He sighs, taking another sip. A larger sip, then drops it down to the bar and orders another one. "I was hired to kidnap a kid, hold him for a few hours and demand a ransom. I followed my orders and called the parents to demand a ransom and after two more hours, I got it. I sent the parents coordinates to retrieve their child with orders for the father to come alone without any police or CorSec and the man who hired me was already there, waiting for me. It turned out that the man who hired me was the kid's father and he never intended to get his child back. His wife was divorcing him and taking half of his stuff, his kid and getting a huge child support bill every month to support him on top of that. He... he just pulled out a blaster and shot the kid in the head when he was stepping out of my ship. Then he turned the blaster on himself and shot himself in the leg and then sirens started blaring and I flew out of there." He drops his head down into his hands, tears falling down his cheeks. I want to reach over and try to comfort him because of the grief he's going through but I can't.

He nevertheless kidnapped the boy and even if he didn't kill him, he's still guilty of the kidnapping. Corellian authorities can decide the charges, my only job is to bring him back to Corellia to answer for the crimes he's accused of committing. He'll have his day in court to plead his case but if what he says is true then I won't rest until I put that monster behind bars or rather, six feet under. What father does that to his kid? And for what? To keep more credits in his pocket? Like what he has isn't enough to sustain him and his ridiculously lavish lifestyle?

What some people would do for credits is beyond me. I would never kill anyone for credits, nor would I kill anyone for any other reason than for self-defense or in the defense of others. If anyone tried to kill my mother, I would kill them too but that's my mother and its Tatooine. Killing happens there all the time, killing someone on Tatooine though, isn't even a crime.

"So, what are you going to do?" I ask him, patting him on the back. Trying to pretend I care for him, even if I don't care if someone shoots him in the head right now. I wouldn't even arrest them and not because I'm on Nal Hutta which is just as bad as Tatooine, if not worst but just because it'd be doing the galaxy a public service. Saving future lives. "I'm sure CorSec is looking for you if they know of your identity."

He laughs, shaking his head. "Oh, they know all right. My picture was posted all over their local HoloNet channels but they haven't placed a bounty out on me yet. They're probably planning on tracking me down themselves, that would be the Corellian way. Or they'd just contact the Sector Rangers and have them track me down. Not like it'd matter anyway, I don't have much longer to live. I wouldn't live through a trial, even a speedy one."

My assumption is correct it seems. He is sick, terminally so. That just makes this worse, he didn't care how he went down. Instead of retiring and relaxing on a tropical world, he kidnapped a kid and was complicit in his murder. He's just as guilty as the father of the boy in my eyes.

I sigh, looking over at him. "So you're going to run for the rest of your short life instead of turning yourself in and getting that monster off the street?"

He shrugs, seeming not to care either way. "If they find me and catch me then they can take me back to Corellia. I'm done looking over my shoulder, I had a good life. My son is nothing like me which is something to be proud of and my ex-wife moved on with her life. What more could I possibly want?"

At least his son isn't anything like him, his ex-wife too. "Good point. Family means more than anything to me, I wouldn't want any of my future children to be a bounty hunter or mercenary, that's for damn sure."

He raises his glass to that. "Exactly. Ran is a Medical Doctor in Alderaan and my ex-wife remarried to a better man than I. Best I can do is leave them alone, they're doing better without me than they are with me. Sometimes you have to let the ones you love go... so, that's what I did."

Something my mother told me once, a decade ago and then seven years ago when Val came to bring me into the Sector Rangers. It is also something that I've been unable to do. "Can't be easy," I sympathize, not sure of what else to say. I've already said too much, fortunately my cover is still intact but I don't normally talk this much to my prey until after I capture them.

"Never said it was but if you love them enough, you have to trust them." He shrugs, taking another sip of his drink. He drank enough in the last hour to ensure he puts up no fight with me when I cuff him. "We can't control everything, things happen all the time. We can control ourselves though and decide who we want to be. Unfortunately for me, it was a man that would walk his path alone, without his family at his side. I was never a good husband or father, family-life just wasn't for me."

I nod slowly, acknowledging his words and understanding them. Not everyone is made out to be a parent, some people just don't want to be a parent themselves and others parenthood just pounces on them and they're not ready for it. I'm one of the people that is ready for parenthood and am looking forward to the day of meeting my eventual wife-to-be even if I know that woman is the current Senator of Naboo whom I hadn't seen since the victory celebrations and funeral of Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn, a decade ago. I won't lie and say that I haven't thought about her because she's been in my thoughts and dreams since I last saw her.

She claimed my heart the day she walked into Watto's shop and it will always belong to her. That's probably why I haven't even looked at another girl or woman since then. I know its fate for us to be together and I'm just waiting for that day to come. I hate politics and politicians but whenever she's on the HoloNet, I stop what I'm doing and watch her talk. Her smooth voice that silences all others around me and sends shivers down my spine and her fine body that makes me want to worship her like the angel I claimed her of being upon our very first meeting. I do what I do knowing that with every criminal I take off the streets, I'm making the galaxy safer for her, safer for us and our eventual family.

"I see you're not me." Mar says, a smile on his face. "If you don't want to be like me then I suggest you find some other line of work. Bounty hunting isn't a very stable life for a man who wants to marry and have a family of his own."

He would know but I'm not a bounty hunter and I'm glad he sees that I'm nothing like him. I arrest criminals and sometimes go undercover masquerading as one but I never actually cross that line without orders to do so for a specific case. There have been times where I've had to break the law to infiltrate a swoop bike gang and even a smuggling organization but nothing ever approaching cold-blooded murder or kidnapping.

I nonchalantly shrug, keeping my thoughts to myself. "I'm still young and I haven't met that special lady yet. But I don't plan on doing this forever, just a little something to sate my appetite for adventure and action that I crave so much." That bit is true, except the part about meeting that special lady. My craving for adventure and action though is something I'm not sure I can ever sate.

Skywalker is my name, its also the way I live my life. Spacewalker may be more accurate but its close enough.

"Ah, what I wouldn't give to be young again..." he finishes his drink and claps me on the shoulder. "It's been nice meeting you Anakin, maybe we'll see each other again." He stands up to leave and I turn watching him walk towards the exit.

"Same here, I'm sure we'll meet again." He nods to me with a smile and staggers out of the cantina. That Barabel is still sitting a few seats down, either stalking me or just drinking at the bar. I'm unsure of which he's doing but I let that go and stand up to follow Mar out of the cantina. Unnervingly, I sense the Barabel stand up and begin to follow me.

My danger sense heightening by the second.

I walk out of the club, pushing my way through the aliens and humans alike, push the door open and exit the club. My prey is staggering down towards a speeder, I walk in his direction and feel the Barabel approaching getting closer and closer until my danger sense screams danger and I jump to the side, falling to the ground with my hand on blaster pistol, I pull it out of the holster and fire three times right to his chest. My blaster is set on kill, stun has no effect on the reptilian. He falls to the ground, smoke rising from where I shot him and people form around us.

Mar saw what happened and looks at me with a surprised look as determination sets over me and I run over to him with the Force aiding my call and giving me a boost in speed. He had no time to get to his speeder and fly off, he sighs, leaning back on the speeder next to him.

"So, you're not a bounty hunter, after all." He declares, smiling. "I should've known, I think a part of me did. You surely didn't look like a hardened bounty hunter, I crossed that off as you still being young but this makes sense." He reaches for his blaster and I aim mine at his head on instinct. "Relax, I'm just putting it down on the ground." He does and then kicks it away and turns around placing his hands behind his back. "So, what are you? CorSec or a Sector Ranger?"

"Mar Wilkerson, you are under arrest on the charges of kidnapping and murder in the first degree." I tell him, something I'm sure he knows as I tell him his rights. "I'm Anakin Skywalker, Sector Ranger for the Outer Rim Territories and I'll be returning you to Corellia for you to face your charges in a Corellian court. You don't have to speak to me and you have a right to an attorney, however, anything you do say can and will be used against you in a court of law. With that in mind, would you like to speak to me?"

I secure the wrist binders around his wrists and tighten them to make sure he can't squirm his way out of them. He can't and we begin our walk over to my speeder which will bring us to my ship.

"I already told you everything," he says, his tone defeated. "I caught it all on camera." What? That changes everything. He looks to me, smiling seeing the obvious look of surprise I'm sure is on my face. "Like I said Anakin, I've been doing this for a long time. I didn't know that was going to happen but I'm protective of my ship and I have cameras that cover all three hundred and sixty degrees of it. I'll give you the datachip and you can hand it over to CorSec." That's definitely not going to happen. "You think I'm trying to use this as an attempt to get away?" I shrug. "I would but that wouldn't change anything. Maybe now I'll actually be able to sleep."

Still not going to happen. "This isn't the first time some fugitive tried to use that card on me. Your wanted on serious charges, even if you were wanted for minor charges, I still wouldn't bring you to your ship to retrieve anything. I'll secure you in my ship and then retrieve the evidence. Your ship will be impounded anyway, it is evidence itself."

He shrugs but doesn't argue and we keep walking. I buckle him in the passenger seat of my speeder and we fly to the spaceport, his ship is here too as he points out and I secure him in the holding cell of my ship before walking to his and retrieving the evidence. I also place a beacon on it and open my comlink to call HQ on a channel that only Sector Rangers and Special Enforcement Officers know and use.

"Sector Rangers, Daryl speaking."

"Hey Daryl," I reply into the comlink. "It's Anakin. I have my fugitive in custody and will be returning him to Corellia. I just need you to send someone to retrieve his ship as part of CorSec's investigation. I'm sending you the frequency for the beacon now."

"Copy, stand by." He says, putting me on hold for a moment before returning. "I have the coordinates, I'll send another Ranger to retrieve it. Their ETA is sometime in the morning, Nal Hutta local time. Just make sure its secure until then as best you can. Good work."

"Will do and thanks." I smile at his praise, Daryl's been doing this a whole lot longer than me. "Skywalker out." Ending the transmission, I pocket my comlink and continue walking back to my ship. Mar's ship is already secure, I made sure of that knowing how dangerous Nal Hutta is and how frequently things and starships are stolen.

Walking back up my landing ramp, I push the button on the otherside of the airlock and hear the landing ramp rise and seal close. I check up on Mar and see him laying down on the bed in the holding cell and then walk up to the cockpit to secure the evidence and to leave here as quickly as possible setting a course for Corellia.


Sixteen hours later and we drop out of hyperspace and land at the CorSec HQ after they confirm my identity and authentication codes. CorSec Agents await us as the landing ramp lowers and I guide him down the ramp. No need to be pushy or dragging him, he's been nothing but cooperative and when people show me respect, I show them respect.

"Anakin Skywalker, Sector Ranger." I flash my badge to the Agents who nod in acknowledgment. "Mar Wilkerson, fugitive wanted by CorSec for the charges of kidnapping and murder in the first degree." They take custody of him roughly, the expressions on their faces changing from the pleasantness they showed me to the anger they show him. I felt the same way, still do. "And here is a recording that you'll want to see." I hand them a datapad with the datachip in it and play the video that shows exactly what Mar said it would.

Mar exits his ship surprised to see the man who hired him, they exchange words and the boy comes down happy to see his father. The boy wasn't harmed at all and wasn't even tied up, he was clearly distraught but he ran out of the ship and towards his father when his father pulls out a blaster pistol, aims it at his son's head... and pulls the trigger. I couldn't even sleep last night after watching that, its all I can see.

The poor kid.

"I want to see him, now." The Agents don't look surprised and their faces now are more contorted with anger than they were before. As they should be. "Come with me, let's deliver the good news of the capture of his son's kidnapper and killer and then drop this on him and arrest him."

They don't argue with me. They nod in agreement, turning to lead the prisoner away when he calls out for me. "Would you do me a favor? A small one?" I shouldn't but he's dying and what can I say? I'm a sympathetic man, I nod. "Tell my son that I love him and that I'm proud of him."

That's a favor I can do. "Sure, Ran Wilkerson, MD on Alderaan."

He nods. "Last I heard, he was working at the Aldera Royal Hospital. He should still be there."

"I'll see what I can do." He nods in acceptance and the Agents drag him away.


Not even an hour later, I'm with the same two CorSec Agents outside of the giant mansion of the victim's father. One of the servants answer, we identify ourselves and the woman leads us to the parents. The mother still lives here apparently or at least is currently here.

The Agents seem to know them, probably the two that worked the case which would make sense. I just didn't ask. "I'm Anakin Skywalker, Sector Ranger." I shake their hands in greeting and then take an offered seat in their large living room. "We came to tell you that we arrested the man responsible for kidnapping and murdering your son." Usually, I'm more sympathetic and choose my words carefully but I want to see how he reacts to my words and it works. The mother is still having a hard time dealing with her loss, something I expect she'll deal with for the rest of her life while the father doesn't seem to care as much. He isn't crying like she is, instead he's comforting her like he actually cares. He killed his own son just to spite her and to keep his credits, a man who cares about his wife and son doesn't do anything like that. "We also came to tell you that we discovered who hired the bounty hunter."

"Really?" The father, husband, Dash Baize asks. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise and his eyes are wide.

I nod, pulling out the datapad out of one of my pockets in my pants and slide it across the table. "Does this man look familiar?" They watch the video together and she keeps saying, 'no', 'no', 'no' while his expression turns sour and she screams in agony when she sees what her husband did. She shouldn't have had to watch that but she had to see it, she would've wanted too. She needed too.

"HOW COULD YOU?" She screams slapping him over and over again, the Agents and I just sit and watch. Let her beat him up, let her kill him for all we care. "He was your son! How could you kill him?" He tries to pull her in to comfort her like he did minutes ago but she violently pushes him away from her and she collapses into a chair and cries into her lap.

One of the Agents walks over to her and tries to comfort her. I stand up and walk over to Dash, "stand up and place your hands behind your back. Resist and I will hurt you." He doesn't resist, he doesn't say anything, he doesn't even do anything more than I demanded. I nod to the Agent and he takes him away, the other Agent following his partner.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," I say to Jynna, the wife and mother. "I know it wasn't easy to watch, I still can't stop seeing it. But you needed to see what happened, as much as that hurt. I know you would've wanted too, even if you know you shouldn't have."

She doesn't say anything coherent, she just keeps muttering 'no' and her son's name, Cran.

"I'm sorry," I leave her house with that and close the door behind me. No words could possibly give her any comfort, I can't give her any comfort. This is something she has to go through on her own, she can't lean on her husband for support. Maybe she'll go to her family if she has any but even they won't be able to help her.

Nobody can.

"Thanks for your help." One of the CorSec Agents says to me, extending his hand. "I just can't believe he did it."

"Neither can I," I agree, shaking his hand. "Some people are messed up like that, killing his own son just to spite his wife who's divorcing him and to keep more credits from her. Looks like that came back to bite him, now he gets prison for the rest of his hopefully painful life. Maybe the prisoners will get to him." The Agents smile with me at that thought and I shake hands with the other Agent. "Give me a call any time you guys need to track down a fugitive for you or you need help on an investigation that moves outside your jurisdiction. We're always happy to help CorSec, just like you guys help us."

They nod their thanks and we fly back to their HQ with the prisoner. They depart with that sorry excuse of filth and I walk back to my ship and board it, my destination Alderaan before calling into my HQ for another assignment.


A/N: End of chapter 1!

I searched for any stories involving Sector Rangers and you know how many I found here on FanFiction? One and that was a very short story from five or so years ago. I've seen a few where he's a Sith or a bounty hunter or just not a Jedi but never any like this which is why I felt compelled to write it. Also, like my other stories it had to be first person pov. Like my other stories, this will also be an Anidala story.

I hope you liked this first chapter! This goes to set the story, show you what Anakin does for a living. He isn't a Jedi, rather he's a Sector Ranger and I like to think of him as Walker, the Texas Ranger just in a younger body and in a space setting and that is how I got the name for this story.

Next chapter will begin on Alderaan and then Anakin will get a new case. A new case that involves a woman he hasn't seen in over a decade... a woman who was just almost assassinated. This is an AU of AOTC and solely in Anakin's first person pov, we'll also go through the Clone Wars and ROTS but they'll also be AU since Anakin isn't a Jedi or any kind of soldier. It should be interesting.

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