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I no own, so you no sue.
Authors Note: What if Anakin's mother hadn't died in the Raiders camp? What if he hadn't lost his arm in the fight with Tyranus?
My thoughts on how things would have then worked out after Anakin and Padmés wedding.
There will be a few parts to this: The wedding night, Going to Tatooine to check on his mother going to the Jedi Council to take the trials, The final battle with Palpatine and Darth Tyranus, and the birth of Luke and Leia. I'm not sure if I'll have more after that, but we'll see, and I also have no idea when it will all be complete.
With Changes
Part Three: The Trials of a Padawan
After Hugging his mother farewell and promising to return as soon as he had the chance, Anakin and Padmé had sped off back to their cruiser, they both new that it would do no good to keep the council waiting to long.
The coordinates for Coruscate were already set, and the Nubian cruiser they occupied was just pulling out of the Tatooines gravitational ring, and out into the cold recesses of space. Anakin leaned back in the pilots chair, letting out a long sigh. How he wished he could have stayed longer, maybe a couple days, helped out on the Lars farm, had a little quiet time among the sand Dunes with Padmé, even gotten to know his stepfather better. But the Council had called, and it was his duty as a Padawan to appear when they asked of his presence.
Before she even placed her hand on his shoulder, Anakin knew Padmé was behind him, and could feel a spark of concern coming from her. He leaned his head back at looked up at her, smiling at her a little, just the corners of his lips turning up.
"What's wrong Ani? You seem a little quieter than usual." Padmé spoke softly, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders and gently rubbed them, trying to sooth him from whatever it was that he was feeling. One of his hands came to rest onto of hers, and brought it to his lips, which he pressed against the back of her hand. His gentle tug on her arm signaled that he wanted her to sit, and so she did, walking around and seating herself down across his lap.
"Nothing's wrong Padmé, I just wish that the Council didn't want to see me at this time, I wanted to stay with my mom a little longer you know." His eyes looked shifted downwards, his hands firmly clasping hers. Padmé touched his chin with her other hand, and brought it up so she could once again meet his gaze.
"We can always return after you see the Council, any time that you want to go, don't feel that by having to protect me by order of th Council will stop you from doing so, I would give anything just to see you happy." Her soft hands, and delicate fingers ran through his hair, gently pulling the small pony tail from his hair. Anakin raised an eyebrow at her act, and interlaced his fingers with hers from that hand he was holding.
"Padmé, I want to protect you, I never want to leave your side. I love you Padmé." Not even a second after he finished speaking were their lips locked together passionately. There would be no more words during this travel, only soft noises, caresses and peaceful love making.
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The Jedi Temple was nestled in on of the less busy parts of Coruscate. Most didn't even bother taking a second look at the impressive structure for its beauty.
Anakin straightened and smoothed out his robes, making sure that he looked presentable for the Council. His eyes shone with an inner fire, and he looked well rested, as did those of his wife, who flanked his side, her arms at her sides, and a satisfied smile gracing her full lips.
The Clinking of wood on marble brought Anakins attention in full to the long hall way in front of him, the Council had not waited from him to come to their meeting chambers, but instead had come to the main hallway, to meet him.
The Council leader, the small 900 year old Jedi Master Yoda, moved forward at a pace slow enough to make a bantha want to stop eating, but no one showed disrespect to the small alien. The other member of the Council, their hands folded inside their sleeves, walked in a long line, all eyes focused on Anakin.
Yoda stopped, and tapped his grimmer stick against the solid stone floors, and Anakin went on his knees in front of the elder.
"Decided the Council has, young Padawan Skywalker." Yoda began, the other Jedi masters eyes all focusing intently on the bowing boy remained silent.
" Take the trials this day you will. Jedi you will become." Yoda nodded, and the other Jedi confirmed it with a simple inclination of their heads.
Anakin looked up at all his elder with wide eyes, he had been chosen to take the trials of the Jedi, and he had only been a Padawan learner for ten years.
"Master Yoda, I" He began, anxiousness and nervousness coming from his voice.
"Ready you are Skywalker. Confirmed this your master has. Three hours you have until your trials begin. Meditate, prepare." The twelve Council members turned around, and began to walk away, soon the echoes of their footsteps couldn't be heard, and the younger children came out into the hall ways.
Padmé stood behind the still kneeling Anakin, looking down at him, his shoulders were trembling. He had just received the words that he had been so eagerly wanting to hear since becoming a Padawan so long ago, which considered by normal Padawan years was hardly even half of how long it should have taken. Anakin stood up quickly, and turned around to face Padmé, his smile spreading from ear to ear. How he wished to run up to her, spin her around, and kiss the living day lights out of her, it was hard to hold back that urge. But he could not do that, at least not out in the open of this temple, no one knew, not even Obi-Wan of his marriage to Padmé or how deep his love truly ran for her, and a Jedi was expected to show control, even in times of great joy.
Anakin felt a tug on the end of his robes and looked down to spot a few of the youngers, looking up at him.
"Good Luck Anakin." One of them said, and Anakin patted him on the head.
"Would you do me a favor Young one?" He asked, looking down at the small boy, who only nodded.
" Please take this beautiful young woman to Obi-Wans and my rooms, I have to go prepare as the master told me to."
The boy nodded again and walked over to Padmé, taking her hand and leading her down the hall. Just as the Boy turned down the nearest corridor to the living quarters, Anakin saw his wifes lips move to form the words; May the Force be with you Ani.
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Anakin knelt, meditation style in front of the twelve elder Jedi, it had been three hours since they had told him that he would indeed take the trials and prove himself to be worthy of the Jedi Knight title, He had focused his mind, was ready, and nothing would get in his way. He could feel the force swirling all around him, and it was exhilarating.
There were no words needing to be spoken, and it was clear what Anakin would have to do to prove himself. Mace Windu stood up, and gestured for Anakin to follow him over to a door, the door which had struck the curiosity of the nine-year-old Anakin when he had first stepped into the council meeting room.
Master Windu punched in a few codes, which even with Anakins keen eyes were impossible to follow, and the door hissed open, revealing the dimly lit interior of an elevator, which only traveling direction was down.
After stepping in the door slip closed, and Mace placed his hand on a small pad, which flashed green. The Elevator started to move, slowly at first, but then picked up speed until it was traveling at a relatively fast speed for any elevator.
For ten minutes, Anakin and Master Windu stood in complete silence, neither moving their gaze from straight ahead of them. When the elevator finally stopped, the door hissed open, and Anakin stepped. With a nod from Master Windu in silent farewell to the young Padawan, the door closed again, and the elevator began its long trip back to the Council room.
Outside the doors made of hard alloy, there was a large cave. The walls were craggy and most of the place was in deep shadow. The ground was smooth and sandy, free of any and all growth, as if it had been permanently salted. The Humidity was mild, and Anakin took off his long robes and lay then down on the ground, his palm coming to rest on the hilt of his light saber, he knew that at any second his trials would start, and he was ready. His eyes darted around, trying to pick up any presence that he could not feel coming from the shadowed corners and crevices of the cavern.
Anakin picked up the sound of Light Saber being activated, and felt the strong electrical presence of the force ignite. A eerie red light was cast along a far stone wall, illuminating a the face of his opponent, a face that matched his in all ways, except for the evil contorted sneer on it's face. The dark figure stepped away from the wall and toward Anakin, who held his own light saber ready in his hand, and flipped the button, it's own radiating blue light adding to the red against the walls. In a flash the figure leaped at Anakin, light saber whirling through the air, but caught against the strong blue before it could cause any damage.
The figured danced around the cavern, the sound of air being cut and burning light movements bouncing off the rough walls. Both figures fought with the same style, at the same pace, never losing eye contact.
The red blade came and crashed against the blue, both pushing and holding their ground.
" You call yourself a Jedi? Sith, you're a weakling Anakin." The dark figure spoke, his voice deep and merciless.
"Obi-Wan is right. You'll never be a true Jedi, nothing more than a child." His dark mirror sat at him, aiming for one of Anakins weaker points.
Anakins face was calm, a thin sheen of sweat covering his brow. His focused his mind and used the Force to give his opponent a push, throwing him back onto the sand. His light saber still held in front of him, Anakin waited warily, clearing his mind and brushing off the comments that had been made. The Dark Side arose and rushed toward Anakin, light meeting dark as their light sabers crashed.
The battle continued on like that, the Dark Side of Anakin throwing insults, attempting to hit the weak points hidden inside Anakins emotions, but he pushed them off as if he hadn't even heard them.
Soon both Jedi were breathing hard, sweating dampening their hair flat, sliding off the ends of their noses, dropping to the sand below. The Dark Mirror brought his red light saber up again, and attacked with less vigor than before, struggling to keep it's ever present smirk. Anakin deflected the hit easily enough, his determination still shining bright in his eyes, growing with every heaving breath he took. Suddenly the Mirrors evil sneer grew darker, and he shot out a remark that really hit home on Anakin.
"And what about the Senator, you say you love her. But you know you don't, you're just using her to gain power, and when you're done, you'll through her away like another piece of junk."
Anakin grunted and gritted his teeth, fighting against his ore muscles he brought his light saber back into the ready position. The fire that raged inside him became an inferno after those words, how dare this dark creature even question his love for his wife, he would no tolerate it.
He slashed and fought with all his strength and heart now, hitting harder than he had before, his mirror quickly losing ground to his sudden aggressiveness. The Dark Side attempted to fend off the rapidly coming blows, but failed many times, his robes becoming tattered and torn, burns turning his skin read and blistering wherever the blade hit. It dropped it's light saber, and fell back, landing hard on the ground.
Anakin stood over him, light saber pointed directly over the mirrors chest, where's it's heart would be if it had one. With a quick downward jab, the light saber burned its way through the flesh, forming a black spot which began to spread outwards across the skin of his dark side, burning it. Soon all that was left was a pile of black dust, which seemed to disappear as if it had never even been there.
"No one talks that way about my wife and survives." Turning off his light saber, Anakin placed it back on his belt and walked away from where the Trails had ended, picking up his cloak.
The elevator doors once again slide open, and Master Windu nodded at Anakin, as he did when the young man had left a Padawan. He now stepped back into the elevator as a Jedi Knight, having earned the title that Qui-Gon had aspired for him to one day achieve.
To-Be-Continued...
Note: All right, I'm not too good at writing fight scenes, in fact this was my first one. Please only give constructive criticism, I realize my spelling sucks, so does a bit of my grammar, but not everyone is perfect.
Part Four will be a celebration at the Temple for Anakin, the one chosen to some day bring balance to the force, and it will take me a couple weeks to get up because I will have no time in-between balancing my drama production, and a large history project I have due on a conservative party member, their views, and what their government has brought forth.
I no own, so you no sue.
Authors Note: What if Anakin's mother hadn't died in the Raiders camp? What if he hadn't lost his arm in the fight with Tyranus?
My thoughts on how things would have then worked out after Anakin and Padmés wedding.
There will be a few parts to this: The wedding night, Going to Tatooine to check on his mother going to the Jedi Council to take the trials, The final battle with Palpatine and Darth Tyranus, and the birth of Luke and Leia. I'm not sure if I'll have more after that, but we'll see, and I also have no idea when it will all be complete.
With Changes
Part Three: The Trials of a Padawan
After Hugging his mother farewell and promising to return as soon as he had the chance, Anakin and Padmé had sped off back to their cruiser, they both new that it would do no good to keep the council waiting to long.
The coordinates for Coruscate were already set, and the Nubian cruiser they occupied was just pulling out of the Tatooines gravitational ring, and out into the cold recesses of space. Anakin leaned back in the pilots chair, letting out a long sigh. How he wished he could have stayed longer, maybe a couple days, helped out on the Lars farm, had a little quiet time among the sand Dunes with Padmé, even gotten to know his stepfather better. But the Council had called, and it was his duty as a Padawan to appear when they asked of his presence.
Before she even placed her hand on his shoulder, Anakin knew Padmé was behind him, and could feel a spark of concern coming from her. He leaned his head back at looked up at her, smiling at her a little, just the corners of his lips turning up.
"What's wrong Ani? You seem a little quieter than usual." Padmé spoke softly, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders and gently rubbed them, trying to sooth him from whatever it was that he was feeling. One of his hands came to rest onto of hers, and brought it to his lips, which he pressed against the back of her hand. His gentle tug on her arm signaled that he wanted her to sit, and so she did, walking around and seating herself down across his lap.
"Nothing's wrong Padmé, I just wish that the Council didn't want to see me at this time, I wanted to stay with my mom a little longer you know." His eyes looked shifted downwards, his hands firmly clasping hers. Padmé touched his chin with her other hand, and brought it up so she could once again meet his gaze.
"We can always return after you see the Council, any time that you want to go, don't feel that by having to protect me by order of th Council will stop you from doing so, I would give anything just to see you happy." Her soft hands, and delicate fingers ran through his hair, gently pulling the small pony tail from his hair. Anakin raised an eyebrow at her act, and interlaced his fingers with hers from that hand he was holding.
"Padmé, I want to protect you, I never want to leave your side. I love you Padmé." Not even a second after he finished speaking were their lips locked together passionately. There would be no more words during this travel, only soft noises, caresses and peaceful love making.
~~~~~~
The Jedi Temple was nestled in on of the less busy parts of Coruscate. Most didn't even bother taking a second look at the impressive structure for its beauty.
Anakin straightened and smoothed out his robes, making sure that he looked presentable for the Council. His eyes shone with an inner fire, and he looked well rested, as did those of his wife, who flanked his side, her arms at her sides, and a satisfied smile gracing her full lips.
The Clinking of wood on marble brought Anakins attention in full to the long hall way in front of him, the Council had not waited from him to come to their meeting chambers, but instead had come to the main hallway, to meet him.
The Council leader, the small 900 year old Jedi Master Yoda, moved forward at a pace slow enough to make a bantha want to stop eating, but no one showed disrespect to the small alien. The other member of the Council, their hands folded inside their sleeves, walked in a long line, all eyes focused on Anakin.
Yoda stopped, and tapped his grimmer stick against the solid stone floors, and Anakin went on his knees in front of the elder.
"Decided the Council has, young Padawan Skywalker." Yoda began, the other Jedi masters eyes all focusing intently on the bowing boy remained silent.
" Take the trials this day you will. Jedi you will become." Yoda nodded, and the other Jedi confirmed it with a simple inclination of their heads.
Anakin looked up at all his elder with wide eyes, he had been chosen to take the trials of the Jedi, and he had only been a Padawan learner for ten years.
"Master Yoda, I" He began, anxiousness and nervousness coming from his voice.
"Ready you are Skywalker. Confirmed this your master has. Three hours you have until your trials begin. Meditate, prepare." The twelve Council members turned around, and began to walk away, soon the echoes of their footsteps couldn't be heard, and the younger children came out into the hall ways.
Padmé stood behind the still kneeling Anakin, looking down at him, his shoulders were trembling. He had just received the words that he had been so eagerly wanting to hear since becoming a Padawan so long ago, which considered by normal Padawan years was hardly even half of how long it should have taken. Anakin stood up quickly, and turned around to face Padmé, his smile spreading from ear to ear. How he wished to run up to her, spin her around, and kiss the living day lights out of her, it was hard to hold back that urge. But he could not do that, at least not out in the open of this temple, no one knew, not even Obi-Wan of his marriage to Padmé or how deep his love truly ran for her, and a Jedi was expected to show control, even in times of great joy.
Anakin felt a tug on the end of his robes and looked down to spot a few of the youngers, looking up at him.
"Good Luck Anakin." One of them said, and Anakin patted him on the head.
"Would you do me a favor Young one?" He asked, looking down at the small boy, who only nodded.
" Please take this beautiful young woman to Obi-Wans and my rooms, I have to go prepare as the master told me to."
The boy nodded again and walked over to Padmé, taking her hand and leading her down the hall. Just as the Boy turned down the nearest corridor to the living quarters, Anakin saw his wifes lips move to form the words; May the Force be with you Ani.
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Anakin knelt, meditation style in front of the twelve elder Jedi, it had been three hours since they had told him that he would indeed take the trials and prove himself to be worthy of the Jedi Knight title, He had focused his mind, was ready, and nothing would get in his way. He could feel the force swirling all around him, and it was exhilarating.
There were no words needing to be spoken, and it was clear what Anakin would have to do to prove himself. Mace Windu stood up, and gestured for Anakin to follow him over to a door, the door which had struck the curiosity of the nine-year-old Anakin when he had first stepped into the council meeting room.
Master Windu punched in a few codes, which even with Anakins keen eyes were impossible to follow, and the door hissed open, revealing the dimly lit interior of an elevator, which only traveling direction was down.
After stepping in the door slip closed, and Mace placed his hand on a small pad, which flashed green. The Elevator started to move, slowly at first, but then picked up speed until it was traveling at a relatively fast speed for any elevator.
For ten minutes, Anakin and Master Windu stood in complete silence, neither moving their gaze from straight ahead of them. When the elevator finally stopped, the door hissed open, and Anakin stepped. With a nod from Master Windu in silent farewell to the young Padawan, the door closed again, and the elevator began its long trip back to the Council room.
Outside the doors made of hard alloy, there was a large cave. The walls were craggy and most of the place was in deep shadow. The ground was smooth and sandy, free of any and all growth, as if it had been permanently salted. The Humidity was mild, and Anakin took off his long robes and lay then down on the ground, his palm coming to rest on the hilt of his light saber, he knew that at any second his trials would start, and he was ready. His eyes darted around, trying to pick up any presence that he could not feel coming from the shadowed corners and crevices of the cavern.
Anakin picked up the sound of Light Saber being activated, and felt the strong electrical presence of the force ignite. A eerie red light was cast along a far stone wall, illuminating a the face of his opponent, a face that matched his in all ways, except for the evil contorted sneer on it's face. The dark figure stepped away from the wall and toward Anakin, who held his own light saber ready in his hand, and flipped the button, it's own radiating blue light adding to the red against the walls. In a flash the figure leaped at Anakin, light saber whirling through the air, but caught against the strong blue before it could cause any damage.
The figured danced around the cavern, the sound of air being cut and burning light movements bouncing off the rough walls. Both figures fought with the same style, at the same pace, never losing eye contact.
The red blade came and crashed against the blue, both pushing and holding their ground.
" You call yourself a Jedi? Sith, you're a weakling Anakin." The dark figure spoke, his voice deep and merciless.
"Obi-Wan is right. You'll never be a true Jedi, nothing more than a child." His dark mirror sat at him, aiming for one of Anakins weaker points.
Anakins face was calm, a thin sheen of sweat covering his brow. His focused his mind and used the Force to give his opponent a push, throwing him back onto the sand. His light saber still held in front of him, Anakin waited warily, clearing his mind and brushing off the comments that had been made. The Dark Side arose and rushed toward Anakin, light meeting dark as their light sabers crashed.
The battle continued on like that, the Dark Side of Anakin throwing insults, attempting to hit the weak points hidden inside Anakins emotions, but he pushed them off as if he hadn't even heard them.
Soon both Jedi were breathing hard, sweating dampening their hair flat, sliding off the ends of their noses, dropping to the sand below. The Dark Mirror brought his red light saber up again, and attacked with less vigor than before, struggling to keep it's ever present smirk. Anakin deflected the hit easily enough, his determination still shining bright in his eyes, growing with every heaving breath he took. Suddenly the Mirrors evil sneer grew darker, and he shot out a remark that really hit home on Anakin.
"And what about the Senator, you say you love her. But you know you don't, you're just using her to gain power, and when you're done, you'll through her away like another piece of junk."
Anakin grunted and gritted his teeth, fighting against his ore muscles he brought his light saber back into the ready position. The fire that raged inside him became an inferno after those words, how dare this dark creature even question his love for his wife, he would no tolerate it.
He slashed and fought with all his strength and heart now, hitting harder than he had before, his mirror quickly losing ground to his sudden aggressiveness. The Dark Side attempted to fend off the rapidly coming blows, but failed many times, his robes becoming tattered and torn, burns turning his skin read and blistering wherever the blade hit. It dropped it's light saber, and fell back, landing hard on the ground.
Anakin stood over him, light saber pointed directly over the mirrors chest, where's it's heart would be if it had one. With a quick downward jab, the light saber burned its way through the flesh, forming a black spot which began to spread outwards across the skin of his dark side, burning it. Soon all that was left was a pile of black dust, which seemed to disappear as if it had never even been there.
"No one talks that way about my wife and survives." Turning off his light saber, Anakin placed it back on his belt and walked away from where the Trails had ended, picking up his cloak.
The elevator doors once again slide open, and Master Windu nodded at Anakin, as he did when the young man had left a Padawan. He now stepped back into the elevator as a Jedi Knight, having earned the title that Qui-Gon had aspired for him to one day achieve.
To-Be-Continued...
Note: All right, I'm not too good at writing fight scenes, in fact this was my first one. Please only give constructive criticism, I realize my spelling sucks, so does a bit of my grammar, but not everyone is perfect.
Part Four will be a celebration at the Temple for Anakin, the one chosen to some day bring balance to the force, and it will take me a couple weeks to get up because I will have no time in-between balancing my drama production, and a large history project I have due on a conservative party member, their views, and what their government has brought forth.