Ok, first of, thank you to "Celtice and Dukakis 2016" and "JediChick101" for reviewing and the latter for following this story.
Maybe I wasn't quite clear at first: Though this is a humour story, it also encompases serious aspects to form a proper (sort of) plot. It is hard to have all-fun-no-plot kind of fics. Hard to read, hard to write, what do I say?
Well, I'll just shut up now.
Part 2 – At Home…
Call One-three hundred Anakin, he will get it done!
From fixing up a speeder, to fighting Exar Kun!
If you need something to blow, get Skywalker on the go!
Need to crash a real-big dreadnaught?
He's a really good consultant!
Need to go defeat some Sith?
He will give those horn-heads grief!
Why don't ya go, call One-three hundred Anakin?
Recommended by Old Palpatine!
Senator Padmé Naberrie Amidala, and secretly Skywalker, stared mouth agape at the holovid playing out before her eyes. She knew her husband was a little bonkers in the head – all Jedi were, especially from Tatooine – but that was just simply far too insane for even him. What in the nine Corellian hells to which Anakin so often alluded to, was he up to, starting a business and running insane commercials on the HoloNet?
That does it! She mentally roared as the final frame appeared, showing a comlink atop some kind of mask, When he gets back, I'm gonna turn to the Dark Side on him. Never mind I'm not farce-sensitive.
As it turned out, Padmé was very good at keeping her word. As Anakin's speeder drifted down to the wide open balcony, he was met with a blaster barrel to the face.
"Explain Skywalker!" she hissed, stabbing her free finger in the direction of the holoscreen.
Anakin nervously laughed, grinned, ran his prosthetic hand through his hair and repeated these actions a few more times before managing to feebly defend himself, "Look Padmé, I can explain! It's the Jedi!"
"Really?"
"Y-yes, you see—Remember that vote…?" That got Padmé's attention, though she still didn't let up on her glare. "The Jedi lost their funding so they got me to help, me being a war hero and all…"
Now she got it, that explained a lot, but still she had to ask. "Why the ridiculousness?"
"Publicity." Was her only response as Anakin absently recalled the blaster to his hand, tossed it through the doorway and onto the couch, and headed for the fresher.
Late evening draped a shroud over Coruscant as the Senator and Jedi finished their dinner and moved to their primary living space. The two, after a brief argument, finally agreed on a channel and turned on the holoscreen.
"And please welcome Admiral Wullf Yularen, our guest reporter for Jedi News," the Mon Calamari anchor announced. The war took a lot of time from the Jedi, therefore they were not always available for interviews, to deal with that, the board at HNN decided to request guest reporters, either informed admirals, senatorial aides or Jedi auxiliaries. And so far, in the war's third year, the system seemed to be working.
"Thank you." A new voice said as the holocam switched to an interior view of a bridge belonging to the Negotiator XVIII – the current flagship of the Open Circle Fleet. "I have just returned from a brief mission with Padawan Tano who chose to inform me of the talk amidst the Jedi ranks. Most Padawans and Knights are rather disgruntled with the Senate over the recent funding cut. The figures before you should explain why. With this cut, Jedi will not be able to acquire armour, and will have to revert to using substandard Comlinks and other gear on their mission which will put their lives in peril and endanger the Republic. In a surprising move however, General Skywalker has started a large-scale publicity campaign to help his comrades. He has also started an organisation called Skyrunner Inc. which will cater to various needs from mechanical repairs, to Jedi-style bounty hunting, to demolitions and pyrotechnics. You can read him, or his annoying protocol droid by calling one-three hundred Anakin, that's 1 300 26 25 46. And that's Jedi News on the HoloNet with Admiral Yularen of the Open Circle…"
Padmé looked to her husband, "And what is this company of yours?"
Anakin, feeling a lot more confident, nonchalantly waved a hand, "Oh, nothing much, what he said. Mechanics, demolition, I'm also gonna do a few undercover podraces… just a normal day at the office for a Skywalker…."
Oh and, this story's chapters will be short,
Till next time
May the Fiction be with You