Disclaimer/AN: I don't own Star Wars. What I do own is hatred for Anakin/Vader, and the ideas for (A) Gender and name-swapped Skywalker twins, (B) Luke raised by Sola and (C) Luke becoming a Jedi/involved with the Rebellion earlier. Then I decided to combine all these things into one with an OT rewrite. The twins will be OOC probably, due to different genders, and Vader will not be forgiven for multiple counts of murder and genocide, before and after going Dark Side. Enjoy, and R&R please! But no flames, though criticism is fine. Just no insults or reviews dedicated to insulting my work. Thanks! I will have both canon and EU elements in this.

Prologue

The general belief of all societies is that there is either free will or a set destiny. The Jedi preached that 'all is as the Force wills'. And that is true. Whatever you decided to call it, the Force, Shiraya, the Little Gods. All were different names for the same omniscient being.

The Force wove a tapestry of fate, and certain events inevitably happen no matter what decisions are made by the citizens of the galaxy.

But the Force also granted Its' children the ability to choose how to get there. And the Force was split into two opposing parts. What the Light Side willed was the opposite of what the Dark Side willed and vice versa.

So while in one galaxy, all events happened as we know it, in another, one small tweak cause a cascade of changes in the war of the Light and the Dark Sides. And in this reality, the female Skywalker becomes a Jedi, not the male.

Polis Massa, 19 ABY

"Ahh!" Padmé cried, her small body writhing on the operation table. "Ahh! Oh Force! Ani, Ani, why?" she sobbed in anguish, the pain in her heart far outweighing the pain from the injuries her husband had given her on Mustafar.

Obi-Wan stood beside her, muttering comforting words mechanically as he clutched her hand. He could barely bring himself to realize where he was, let alone what was happening.

He kept going over the events of the past thirteen years, identifying every little mistake he had made and wondering if that was the cause of Anakin's turn to the Dark Side and the subsequent fall of the Jedi Order. Zonoma Sekot, why hadn't he trained him better after Anakin's first use of the Dark Side?

Or perhaps if he hadn't ignored the signs of Anakin's obsession (and it was an obsession, there was a line between love and obsession and the slave boy-turned-Jedi had never learned to how to tell the difference.) he could've done something to put a stop to his apprentice's Turn.

The wails of a baby suddenly joining the world pierced the fog in his mind, and he released Padmé's hand to hurry over and gently take the child from the med-droid and bring it to the mother, who was straining her head weakly to see her child.

"It's a girl!" he announced, hiding his shock at the baby's bright Force-presence, as if she were a miniature sun, and her bright blue eyes. Eyes he hadn't seen since he left for Utapau.

Obi-Wan knew from the Creche that human children were generally born with blue eyes that changed to their natural colour over several months, but the ones on Padmé's daughter were the exact same shade as Anakin's eyes had once been. He knew instinctively that they would stay that way.

"Oh, Leia," Padmé wept, drawing his attention back to her. "Oh, my sweet little girl." she reached out her hand to stroke the child's cheek and Leia quickly grabbed her mother's finger, gripping it tightly, her cries having eased off. She gurgled happily, but Padmé was forced to pull away in order to focus as another contraction hit her. Obi-Wan laid Leia down beside her head, praying to the Force to have mercy and not let Padmé's twins become orphans moments after their birth.

Another cry soon split the air, and Obi-Wan quickly accepted the second child and placed him in his mother's arms along with his elder sister. Padmé started to sob again in a mixture of joy and heartbreak.

"It's a boy," he announced the obvious. Padmé smiled through her tears.

"Luke, oh my beautiful boy." she kept her gaze fixed on her twins as she spoke, voice weakening with each word. "Ani thought, a girl. But I knew, a son." she finally turned to look at him. "He killed, tribe who killed his mother, right after," she admitted, shattering the fragments of Obi-Wan's heart as she did so.

"Everyone, not just the raiders. The women and children, as well. And attacked, my ex-boyfriend out of, jealousy. But I, ignored it. I'm so, sorry!" she gasped.

"Padmé," he began, wanting to reassure her, but she ploughed ahead, determined to say her piece before becoming one with the Force.

"If I, had stuck to my convictions, this wouldn't, have happened," she struggled to speak, her voice weakening even more. "But still, I must, ask one last. Favour of you!"

"Anything," he agreed hoarsely. She swallowed and smiled at him tiredly, eyes fluttering.

"Protect, my babies and, my family," she requested. "And make sure, they know. I love them all. So much."

"I will," he vowed. "I swear I will."

"Thank you," she whispered. "I love you, also. My friend. Don't blame. Yourself." Before he could reply, she turned back to the babies and whispered to them, somehow finding the strength to kiss each of their cheeks gently. "I love you, my darling babies."

With those words, Padmé Amidala Naberrie, Senator and former two-terms Queen of Naboo, died. Her body slackened and her eyes went wide and blank as her babies started screaming at the abrupt loss of their maternal Force-bond, one of the two bonds they would have had since conception, the other to each other.

Obi-Wan wanted to crumble to his knees and howl in grief at yet another friend's loss, but refrained. Instead, he reached out and picked up the two sobbing children, reaching out with the Force to try and soothe them. No doubt they were struggling, given the Force was full of echoes of the Jedi's destruction, and now losing their mother's comforting and familiar presence.

He carefully shielded them both, adding a barrier between their delicate senses and the grief and betrayal in the Force, as well as hiding them from Palpatine. If the Sith had sensed the children, he would believe the children had died seconds after their mother.

Cradling the babies with hands experienced in the Creche, Obi-Wan exited the surgery room, exhaustion and pain enfolding him like a heavy cloak.

He met Yoda and Bail in the hall outside. The Jedi Grandmaster seemed to have aged decades in the past few hours. His failure to defeat Sidious was obviously weighing heavily on him, and his small shoulders sagged as he took in the twins and Obi-Wan's expression.

"A great loss, Senator Amidala's death is to us," he sighed tiredly. "Deserved better, she did. Great woman she was."

"Yes," Bail agreed, grief lurking in his brown eyes as well. "I can take one of the children," he offered Obi-Wan.

The Jedi Master nodded silently. As Leia was clutching his robes with as firm a grasp as a new born infant could, he handed the still-crying Luke to the Senator of Alderaan. The baby finally started to calm down as Bail bounced him gently in his arms while they made their way to a nearby conference room to decide what to do with the children.

"Separated they must be," Yoda declared grimly. "Strong in the Force they are. If stay together they do, found they will be."

"I agree," Obi-Wan grimaced, shifting his grip on Leia. None of them were happy with the decision, though they knew it was necessary. Bail disliked the thought of separating the twins so soon after they lost their mother, while the Jedi had grown up being taught to revere the strong bonds between Force-sensitive twins (or triplets or so on, so forth.)

They shared everything with each other, often being more like one person in two bodies instead of two separate people. One would be better at something than the other, whilst the other out-shone their sibling in another area. Together they completed each other. At the same time, if one fell, the other often did so as well, unless they had the strength to resist.

Two halves of a whole. It went against the Jedi's instincts to separate the bond, but it was that same bond that threatened the children.

"I can take one of them," Bail offered, interrupting the grim silence. "My wife and I have long wanted a child, but have always failed in our attempts and Padmé was a dear friend. It would be an honour to raise one of her children in her stead. And we have been planning to adopt a war-orphan is not a secret. My position, along with faking some backdated documents would remove any suspicion for the timing."

"Greatly appreciated that would be, Senator," Yoda agreed, inclining his head. "But take which child should you? Obi-Wan?"

"Luke," Obi-Wan said after a second of hesitant thought. "Padmé said Anakin thought it was a boy, so we should try and keep Leia more hidden. And Leia is stronger in the Force as well."

"Agree with you, I do," Yoda nodded. "To Alderaan, young Luke will go. And Leia?" there was silence for a moment as they all considered.

"To Tatooine perhaps?" Yoda suggested doubtfully. "Family, I believe young Skywalker had there, did he not?"

"No," Bail objected before Obi-Wan could answer. He explained his protest quickly. "It's too obvious. As you said Obi-Wan, Anak-excuse me, Vader knew of a daughter and may have discussed her with the Chan-the Emperor.

If a child of her age and features shows up with his family, it will be easy to link her to Padmé and Vader. And the Emperor may decide to eliminate any remaining pieces of Anakin Skywalker's life. In which case, he would most certainly go to Tatooine to kill his family."

"I agree with Bail," Obi-Wan sighed. "Anakin once swore never to step foot on Tatooine again, but with everything that's happened, I can't be assured that they wouldn't be attacked. I think going to Tatooine would only endanger the family. Besides that, I wouldn't have a clue how to find any of them. I don't their names, or even their species or if they were freedmen or slaves."

"Very well," Yoda conceded. "But, remains the question does: what do we with young Leia, hmm?" He looked around patiently for a suggestion.

"Padmé's sister is just after going into confinement last week," Bail announced abruptly, eyes widening in triumph as he snapped his fingers in realization. "It's Nabooian tradition not to learn anything, name, gender, whether it's one child or more, before the birth. And they wait for another two or maybe three weeks after the birth to announce to anyone outside the immediate family what they had. Padmé will have mentioned it to Vader I'm sure. And Palpatine is from Naboo so he knows the tradition too.

We can give Leia to Sola and her husband to pass off as their own child's twin. There will be witnesses to her pregnancy and the birth, and the droids' memories can be altered to fit. And Leia's genes and features will add legitimacy to the claim of her being their daughter. I can see Padmé in her already."

Yoda nodded, giving the closest approximation to a smile that he could muster under the circumstances. "Excellent," he murmured. "To Alderaan, Luke will go. And to Naboo, Leia will go."

Bail rose, still holding his new son and headed for the door. "I'll go and start making arrangements," he said, pausing at the door. "And you, Masters? What will you do?"

"To Dagobah I will go," Yoda informed them. "There, delve I will into old Jedi secrets. Always more to learn there is."

"I will go and try to find any other survivors," Obi-Wan decided after a moment of half-meditation. "And make to preparations. The galaxy won't tolerate the Empire for long. Not once they understand the truth of it. And I want to know why our men," he faltered, hurt panging in his chest yet again as he remembered how Cody and the rest of the 212th, his loyal men and friends for more than three years, had turned on him without a thought.

"I want to understand how this happened," he finished lamely. "But first, I will escort Leia to her family."

"May the Force be with you both," Bail said with a nod before he quietly left, and Yoda turned to the other remaining Master. "Here come you, Young Obi-Wan," he ordered. "More I must teach you, before take young Leia to her family you do."

Varykino, Lake District, Naboo

The family gasped in shock at the breach of etiquette when the bedroom door suddenly opened. Why would anyone breach their privacy when Sola was confined? Even the servants were sent away until she was out of her seclusion. And the girls were staying with Sabé, who was Jobal's niece as well as Padmé's former duplicate.

Darred and Ruwee stood and placed themselves protectively between the others and the cloaked form in the doorway.

"I apologize," the man said, lifting a hand in a calming gesture, though his other stayed down. "But I had to come here in utmost secrecy. Forgive me." He pulled down his hood, and the four Naberries let out another round of gasps at the sight of General Kenobi.

"General!" Jobal cried. "Thank Shiraya! We thought you'd been killed." After all the times Obi-Wan Kenobi had saved her daughter, Jobal was utterly certain he was a saint, and she would fight to defend his honour. She'd been terrified for Naboo's hero when the news of the Jedi's slaughter had been announced. All the Naberries agreed it was ludicrous to believe the galaxy's protectors had been plotting a coup, and they were horrified by their deaths.

"I nearly was," he smiled wearily, but it quickly disappeared and he regained his grim expression. "I have some grave news for you."

"No!" Jobal gasped, realizing instantly what he was going to stay. She knew her daughter, and Padmé would never agree to support, or stay silent about, the genocide of the Jedi. "No!"

Ruwee shook his head in silent denial and Sola let out a wail of grief, Darred wrapping an arm around her as Obi-Wan quietly explained that Padmé had refused to swear her loyalty to the new regime when the Emperor's emissary, Darth Vader, had come asking for it.

"He attacked her, and I intervened too late," he explained, guilt and self-recrimination coating his words. "I incapacitated him, and rushed her to a nearby medical centre, but the damage was too extensive. She died moments after giving birth."

"Wha, what?" Sola gasped out. A flicker of hope lit her dark eyes. "Her baby, is it-?"

Obi-Wan moved forward, revealing the sleeping form of a child wrapped in a white blanket as he did so. Carefully, as if he held the rarest treasure in the galaxy in his arms, he passed the baby to Sola. She pulled her sister's child close to her chest, a faint smile appearing on her face. Jobal let out a sob of relief.

"I brought Leia, as Padmé named her, to you," he told them softly. "But I must ask that you claim she is your daughter, not your niece."

"Why?" Darred asked sharply.

"Leia is Force-sensitive," Obi-Wan revealed. "And the Empire ordered every child in the Temple to be killed, right down to the infants in their cots." A haunted look crossed his face. "I have no doubt that if the truth of Leia's parentage and sensitivity is revealed, she will suffer the same fate."

"Not if I have anything to say about it," Ruwee vowed defiantly, his wife nodding firmly beside him. Looking at them, Obi-Wan knew where Padmé had gotten her strong character from.

Sola and Darred had been exchanging silent looks. Despite his obvious reluctance, Darred sighed and gave in to his wife's silent request.

"Our daughter was stillborn three days ago," he told Obi-Wan. The Jedi winced and made to speak but was cut off by Darred's continuation. "Take her b, body, and bury her as Padmé's child. No one," he inhaled deeply. "No one will ever know the difference. We'll alter the droids' memories. Bury her as Melé Amidala Naberrie. She's in the room across."

Obi-Wan hesitated but nodded. He bowed and turned to leave, pausing at the door to lay a small comm unit on the dresser. "If ever you are in need of my assistance, use this to contact me," he instructed them. "I will do all I can to help you."

"Thank you, Master Kenobi," Jobal answered dully.

"And thank you," Ruwee added. "For being such a good friend to my daughter. She trusted you more than any other."

"She was my dearest friend," he admitted, before pulling his hood back up and exiting the room, leaving the family to grieve in peace for their dual losses.