ME: A/N: This is a somewhat AU fic. I have written this one-shot (potential multi shot) to justify Chad Vader's existence given his absence in the Phantom Menance.
Of course, given Jar Jar, I'm sure you guys won't mind.
Shmi Skywalker sighed at what was all but confirmed to be the fate for at least one of her children.
She had recently given birth to twin boys, who she had named Anakin and Chad. There was no father-how her sons had been conceived, the slave would likely never know.
There are rumors that someone will be sold off to help with a gambling debt. The worst thing about this is that I cannot do anything without risking all of us.
Shmi knew the facts; she was considered to be property, no different than a table. Her opinion would not matter. It was all but certain either Anakin or Chad would be taken; at their age, they would know nothing but slavery. They would be easier to control.
Suddenly a Gamorrean guard armed with a vibro-ax entered the room. "Give one," he said, his Basic passable (if her limited understanding of xenobiology was correct, the pig-like humanoids simply were anatomically limited to clearly speaking their own language).
Shmi grabbed Chad. Knowing she would never see him again, she kissed the boy on his forehead. "Goodbye, my son."
The Gamorrean extended one open hand, and with tears in her eyes the enslaved woman handed over Chad. "I will never forget you, Chad Skywalker."
The dark-haired boy was handed over to a Trandoshan smuggler captain.
"Not the most impressive slave," the captain told his first mate as they proceeded towards the Mid Rim in hyperspace.
"Humans are Humans," the junior slaver grunted. "Wookiees, though? Assuming anyone can actually train the brat into something useful, even then he'll just be a bonus compared to the walking carpets of Kashyyyk we're catching tonight."
The older Trandoshan smiled. Wookiees were prized for both their strength and (even he admitted grudgingly) intelligence, making them valuable prizes for slavers to capture. He could already see the credits.
The freighter exited hyperspace and entered the Kashyyyk system. The third planet of said system, Kashyyyk, came into view.
"One minute," the first mate announced. "T-minus sixty 'til atmospheric reentry, boss."
"Better not keep the bastards waiting," the captain responded. "They're probably scratching themselves for fleas." He laughed at his own joke.
"Good thing our transponder's off," the first mate said. "Last thing we need is to get into a shootout with the Republic Navy."
The captain laughed. "You been living under a rock, haven't you? It's now the Judicial Fleet," he sneered. "Because apparently militaries are for bad people according to Coruscant."
"Good for us, then," the first mate replied. "I wouldn't want to fight an actual war-."
Suddenly the ship's sensor monitor beeped. "Fierfek!" The first mate hissed. "Sir, we just detected a light cruiser on an intercept vector, Carrack-class. Son of a bitch, we can't jump due to the gravity well."
As if on cue, the Carrack hailed them. "Unidentified ship, this is Republic Judicial vessel on your port bow. You have entered restricted space, please proceed to identify yourselves immediately. Over."
"Kriff!" The captain cursed before turning on the transmitter; he always made it a point to avoid transmitting idle chatter simply out of common sense. "Judicial, this is Pride of Trandosha. Be advised: Our transponder is offline, and as citizens of the Republic we have a right to freedom of travel. Over."
The moment he switched off the transmitter, the first mate informed the rest of the crew of their situation while the Judicials answered the captain's response with a, "I sworn an oath to support and defend the Galactic Constitution, Trandosha. However, in light of kidnappings of Wookiees on the planet of Kashyyyk, we have been authorized to interdict and search all suspicious vessels. Please shut down your sublight engines and prepare to be boarded, do you copy? Over."
The captain groaned before replying. "Very well, Judicial. Stand by."
The lead Trandoshan slaver then ordered his first mate to cut their ion engines before activating the PA system before addressing his men. "Listen up, boys. We got a Republic boarding party inbound, so grab your blasters. But set to stun, I repeat, set to stun. I'm not going soft; if we take hostages, the Judicials will have to let us go."
The captain turned to his first mate. "Set an escape vector, I want us ready to leave the system immediately. Even if we can't catch any Wookiees, we still have the boy."
A tractor beam ensnared the freighter and pulled it to the starboard airlock.
The captain smiled as he loaded his heavy blaster pistol and set it to stun. You pathetic Judicials are lucky we need you alive...
The port airlock opened after the two ships connected...and was illuminated by a purple lightsaber.
"JEDI!"
Unfortunately (for the Trandoshans), the Republic won the day with no casualties. If not for their extraordinary bad luck, their plan may have succeeded.
How ironic, Master Mace Windu of the Jedi Council reflected later. These slavers took this boy-apparently, his name is Chad Skywalker; why they even bothered to learn his birth name, I will never know-and because of being sold to pay off a debt born of greed, he will have a better future as a Jedi.
ME: A/N: Yeah, I lampshaded the fact those Trandoshans had horrible luck that day and they bothered to learn a slave's birth name. Though in the case of the latter, just say those slavers didn't want to come up with anything original, though that was just so they could sell him with a name; as you see in the story, they don't view Chad as anything beyond a commodity.
Should I continue this or leave it as a one shot? I hope this helped better integrate "Lieutenant Grand Moff Vader" into canon regardless and that y'all enjoyed this fanfic.