As the Clone Wars keep escalating, captured Separatist Leaders are held permanently in cells within the Republic Military Base, for their treason against the Republic. In a far-off world, traitors and murderers are quickly sentenced… to certain death…

Great Sept of Baelor, King's Landing, Westeros

Thousands of people, poor and rich, young and old, gathered to witness the execution of Tyrion Lannister. Falsely accused of the murder of the late King Joffrey Baratheon. Instead of pleading guilty and being sent to guard The Wall with the Night's Watch in the North, Tyrion asked for a Trial by Combat. At first, his former Sellsword Bronn was summoned. Once he knew that he would fight Ser Gregor Clegane, better known as The Mountain, Bronn respectfully declined Tyrion's plea for help.

In the most unexpected twist of fate, Prince Oberyn Martell, of Dorne, offered to be Tyrion's Champion. During the fateful battle that would decide Tyrion's fate, Oberyn became distracted by his thirst for vengeance, since The Mountain had raped and killed his sister Elia, and had savagely murdered her children as well. When it seemed that Oberyn had won against all odds, The Mountain caught him by surprise and confessed his gruesome deeds before crushing Oberyn's skull, killing him. The victory by The Mountain decided that Tyrion would be sentenced to death.

In a desperate attempt to escape the sentence, Tyrion's brother, Jaime, had asked Bronn and Tyrion's Squire, Podrick, to break him out and sail out to Essos in the middle of the night. All was going well, until Grand Maester Pycelle, the personal Healer and Scholar of the King, saw them attempting to escape the Red Keep. Quickly alerting the Kingsguard, the trio were soon caught in a trap.

Now, early in the evening as darkness set, the trio were lead to a stack of wood and 3 stakes. A Fire Priestess stood by Tyrion's father, Tywin, and his cruel-hearted sister, Cersei.

Podrick's face whitened when he realized what was coming. "I'm so sorry, Lord Tyrion. I'm sorry ! I failed you !"

The dwarf man looked up to his friend. "I had told you, Podrick, to not attempt to risk your life for me. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't pleased to see you and Bronn coming to break me out. A proposition by my brother Jaime, no doubt. It was a good effort, my lad." He patted him on the back.

They were brought over to the stakes and were tied to them. Tyrion turned to his faithful Sellsword, Bronn of The Blackwater. "Well, Bronn… I can honestly say I did not expect that we'd all go out in a fiery blaze of glory."

Bronn, ever cynic, smirked towards Tyrion. "Aye. What had you said to that fellow… Shagga I believe his name was ? You wanted to die at 80, in your bed with a belly full of wine and a girl's mouth around your cock ? So much for that, huh ?"

Grand Maester Pycelle began to read from a parchemin. "Tyrion Lannister, son of Tywin Lannister, of Casterly Rock. Temporary Hand of the King and Master of Coin. You are hereby sentenced to death for the murder of the late King, Joffrey Baratheon. The method of death is burning at the stake. Ser Bronn of The Blackwater and Squire Podrick Payne, you are to burn at his side for attempting to aid Tyrion to escape his sentence."

Cersei approached her little brother, a victorious smile on her lips. "Any last words ?"

Tyrion coughed. "No last words, per se, but would it be too much to ask to grant me one last cup of wine before I leave this mortal coil ?"

"Request denied, little brother ! Hadn't you drunk enough throughout your life of bedding whores and backstabbing ?!" She snarled at him.

Tyrion shrugged his shoulders. "I should've expected as much. Well then… Dear Jaime, I thank you for at least offering me a chance against this… judgement. Father and Sister… I guess I'll see you both in Hell."

Tywin motioned to the Fire Priestess to do her duty. "I once considered you my son. You had money and power at the reach of your hands. You've dishonored the Lannister name with this act. Burn them !"

"The Night is Dark and full of Terrors ! May the God of Light cleanse you all with fire !" She lowered the torch onto the stack of wood.

As the heat of the flames began to be felt, Bronn decided to say some words of his own. "Lord Tyrion didn't kill the bastard and you all know it ! You're just picking on him so someone gets blamed and punished ! An ass and a cunt, that's what you two are ! You can all go fuck yourselves ! Right in the arse !"

As the flames enveloped the three, they all disappeared from sight with a "poof" ! The Fire Priestess noticed the ropes still intact, but no bodies around. "What happened ?! There must have been an error in the incantation !"

A smirk was planted on Cersei's lips. "What does it matter ? They're gone ! That little monster is gone forever ! Never again will he interfere with our goals."

Coco Town District, Coruscant

In an abandoned alley, the curious trio began to wake. Podrick was the first to regain consciousness. "What… ? Is this the Afterlife ? Last thing I remember was getting burned alive…"

Tyrion slowly stirred awake. "Hello, Pod." He looked around, noticing many strange and new sights. "What is this ?! Flying chariots ? Dragon-men ?" He pinched himself. "OUCH ! Not a dream, then. What a curious world we've found ourselves in…"

Bronn finally regained consciousness. "What the… ?! I was cussing out your father and your cunt sister out while flames were licking at us ! How is it that we're not burned ?" He checked himself for burn marks.

Tyrion chuckled at this twist of Fate. "Perhaps that Fire Priestess casted the wrong spell. Well then, let's look around for a place that offers food and drink, yes ?"

They wandered through the market until they caught the smell of food. They found themselves to Dex's Diner. Tyrion checked his coin pouch. "We should have enough for a bite and drink… and if we are truly fortunate, we may find a brothel to spend the night."

As they entered, they were greeted by the owner of the place. "Hello, my friends. What can I do for you ?"

Bronn tilts towards Tyrion. "4 arms. That… person… has 4 arms ! I don't think there's a chance in Hell that we're either in Westeros or Essos… This is becoming too strange."

Tyrion took his chance. "A thousand pardons, my Lord. We are… lost. I'm afraid I do not recognize that writing. I would wager that your best meal ought to fill our bellies well. And some wine if you have it available."

"You're a funny one ! Heh heh heh ! My best meal ? I guess Roasted Nuna ought to please you. Where're you from ? I've never seen humans with that kind of… clothes."

Podrick hesitated a moment. "We're from King's Landing, my Lord. How far are we from Westeros or Essos ?"

Dex stroked his mustache. "King's Landing ? Westeros ? Essos ? I'm afraid I'm not familiar with those places. Is it in the Inner Rim or in the Outer Rim ?"

Tyrion felt a lump in his throat. "Many pardons, my Lord. I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about."

"More to then point. Where the fuck are we ?" Bronn probed.

"Heh heh heh ! You don't know the planet of Coruscant ? You people really are lost ! If you didn't travel by spaceship, then how did you end up here ? You just appeared just by… magick ?"

"That would be the most… logical way, I assume. But enough about that. May we feast and drink, please ?" Tyrion chose a free table. To the other table, sat a Twi'Lek and a Bith. "Strange, so strange."

After several minutes of wait, their food was delivered. "Here we are. Roasted Nuna. Probably the best you'll have in this part of Coco Town. And here's a complimentary glass of Jawa Juice for you three."

Tyrion sniffed the glass. "I smell fermentation. A type of ale, perhaps ?" He took a sip. "Ugh ! This is terrible ! Too bitter ! Have you no wine ?"

"No wine, my friend. By the way, how do you expect to pay for all of this ?"

Tyrion pulled out his bag of coins. He threw a gold coin to Dex. "Hopefully, that ought to cover our expenses."

Dex inspected the coin on all sides. "What's this ?"

"Never seen a coin before, my Lord ?" Bronn almost choked in his drink.

"Coin ? Never seen this before ! Here on Coruscant, we deal in Republic Credits." He showed them a credit chip.

Podrick took it in his hand. "A piece of iron… used as money ?"

Dex sat with them. "So you're really outsiders, huh ? Usually, I'd throw people out who have no money. My gut feeling tells me you're good people, so this one's on the house !"

Tyrion shook one of Dex's 4 hands. "Your generosity is noted, my Lord. We won't forget this. Keep the coin."

Outside of Dex's Diner, a speeder parked nearby. Anakin Skywalker and his Padawan, Ahsoka Tano, stopped for a quick bite.

"After all that excitement concerning Artoo saving the Republic Strategy Conference from that Rhydonium-filled cruiser, I could use something else than those Republic rations. Don't you agree, Snips ?"

She felt her stomach rumbling. "We never get disappointed with Dex's food, Master… even if it's a bit on the greasy side."

As they entered, their attention was taken immediately to the strangers sitting with Dex. "Well, what do we have here ?"

Dex rose up. "Skywalker ! Tano ! Glad to see you two ! What can I get you ?"

Anakin chuckled. "The usual, Dex. Bantha Burgers are a way better meal than Republic rations, for one."

They sat next to Tyrion, Bronn and Podrick. The latter had trouble keeping his eyes off the Togruta.

Tyrion snapped his fingers, breaking his Squire's trance. "Pod ! It's improper to stare at a Lady, you know that."

Podrick nervously rose up, thinking they were leaving. "Of course, Lord Tyrion. M-my apologies, milady."

Ahsoka snorted a laugh. "It's fine, friend. You wouldn't be the first and you won't be the last. Where are you three from ?"

Podrick was about to answer, but Tyrion cut him off. "Apparently, we're quite far from home. We come from Westeros. King's Landing, to be precise. If your friend there has no knowledge of our home, then I would expect that neither of you know as well."

Bronn yanked Podrick back to his seat. "Sit down, lad. We're not done yet. So, who are ye ?"

"I'm Anakin Skywalker and this is Ahsoka Tano. We're Jedi." Anakin awaited their introduction.

"Anakin and Ahsoka ? Pleased to meet you both. I am Tyrion Lannister, this is Ser Bronn of the Blackwater and that young fellow is Podrick Payne. Perhaps you can help us out in figuring how to get back home… can you ?" Tyrion raised an eyebrow.

Anakin crossed his arms. "I don't think I can do a lot, Tyrion. But I know a few that could help."

"So we're traveling together then ? Perfect ! Direct us to some stables and we can make some good distance on horseback." Tyrion handed Anakin a coin.

Ahsoka blinked a few times. "Now just a minute… Stables ? Horseback ? Master, are you following this guy ?"

Anakin chuckled. "Don't worry about it, Snips. We'll give you a ride with our speeder."

Bronn was quite confused. "Jedi ? Speeder ? We need to talk the same language, lad. We have no idea what you're talking about."

"Come with us and you'll see." Ahsoka's hunger was about to be sated once she saw the Bantha Burger arriving.

15 minutes later, all had ended their meal. Anakin paid for heir food and lead the "outsiders" towards their speeder. "You guys sit in the back. Ahsoka, make sure that their belt is buckled."

"Right, Master." She helped them be comfortable and safe.

As the speeder took off, Bronn couldn't believe his eyes. "We're flying ! We're actually flying !"

"A world of marvels ! I believe I might enjoy my stay here ! We are surely quite far from Cersei and Father." Tyrion simply sat back and enjoyed the ride while Podrick looked nervously at all the other speeders flying around them.

Ahsoka turned to the three. "Cersei ? Who's that ? And why are you running away from them ?"

Bronn scoffed. "His cunt of a sister. She thinks that Lord Tyrion killed the King. Look at him ! Does he look like a murderer to you ?!"

"Sounds like a long story. We'll be happy to hear it soon. We're here." Anakin parked his speeder in a designated area. Ahsoka helped the boys unbuckle their belts.

Padmé ran to Anakin. "Ani ? You're already back ?" She soon noticed the extra company. "Now who are these three ?"

Bronn walked towards Padmé, knelt before her and kissed her hand. "Ser Bronn of the Blackwater… at your service, milady."

"And what about you two ?"

"Good day, milady. I am Tyrion Lannister. Son of Tywin Lannister, from Casterly Rock. This is my Squire, Podrick Payne. It's a great pleasure to meet you. Your friend, Anakin, was kind enough to provide us a ride with your… unique way of transportation."

"I'm Padmé. It's nice to meet you all. If there's anything I could do for you, don't hesitate to ask."

Suddenly, Tyrion's thirst kicked in. "Pardon me for asking, milady… Have you any wine by any chance ?"

Padmé turned to her wine collection. "Well yes. Would you care for some ?"

"Please ? If it's no trouble." Tyrion looked around for the wine glasses. Padmé placed one wine bottle on the table. Tyrion soon helped himself.

Over the course of the evening, Padmé, Anakin and Ahsoka learned of Tyrion's history, the War of the Five Kings, about the Iron Throne, the feud between the Starks and the Lannisters and how poorly Joffrey ruled King's Landing during his tenure. During all this storytelling, Padmé's supply of wine had completely dried up, to her shock and horror.

So now, these "outsiders" have met up with the main Clone Wars cast. Over the next chapter, Tyrion will be presented before the Galactic Senate, which he will speak on behalf of Westeros. Will Padmé be able to keep some wine for herself ? Probably not ;) Feel free to leave a review.