Author Note: Ok, didn't like Jango that much anyways, so he's gonna - why am I telling you when you can read it for yourself? But know this dear readers...he won't be alone...! Ok, I'm too random! I need help!

Anakin, pistol in hand, looked out an archway to the garden and saw Jango splattered with blood, Sith blade in hand, standing over Beru.

Jango was looking down at Sidious's corpse, lying in a pool of his own blood, a few feet away. He had done what he had promised the king.

And so he looked back to Beru.

"Come with me."

Before she could answer her eyes went wide. She had seen Anakin, in the upper garden, raising his pistol.

"Come. I'll protect you," Jango continued, oblivious to what Beru was witnessing. Anakin aimed steadily, sky bue eyes full of hatred.

Beru screamed just as he pulled the trigger. Beru's scream distracted him -- and the pistol jerked, sending the blast off course and hitting Jango above his heel, tearing through the tendon.

Jango staggered, turned, and saw Anakin. Snarling, Jango headed for him as Anakin shot again.

Jango tried to dodge but the torn tendon in his heel slowed him down. The blast ripped through his side, but still he kept limping forward.

"Stop! Anakin! Stop!" Beru pleaded, but Anakin was out for revenge and he wouldn't stop until he had got it.

He released another shot, but now Jango didn't even try to dodge. The shot sank deep into his chest. Jango kept coming knowing this was the end. A small smile crossed his face. He had waited for this moment his entire life. He marched toward his destiny, holding his head high, unafraid.

Anakin raised his gun again. His hands were shaking but he fired. This shot drilled deep into Jango's belly.

"Stop!" Beru cried weakly. "Stop! He allowed Obi-Wan to live! Please don't do this!"

Still Jango kept coming. Anakin pulled the trigger again, but the pistol had jammed. Han had his blade. The palace was burning around them. There was no way out.

Blood poured from Jango's wounds, smelling of burning flesh. Any other man would have already fallen, but Jango kept coming, relentless, his unhelmeted face a mask of grim determination and purpose.

Someone ran infront of Anakin, shielding him with their body. Jango lifted his blade.

"No more," the female said, and her voice was firm and authorative. At last Jango knew who she was. She was Padme, the cause of this war, the woman who had brought him here in the first place, where he had found Beru.

For several seconds the great warrior and the young girl stared at each other.

"No more killing," Padme said again, and at last Jango dropped the blade, which Beru picked up. It was only then that Jango noticed the seashell necklace round her neck.

"No more," Beru echoed as she stood a few feet infront of Padme and Anakin, and at last Jango dropped to his knees in a respective bow to the others.

"Forgive me, dear Princess. I should hate you for causing my death, but I don't. Infact I thank you for bringing me here. If I hadn't of come, I wouldn't have found Beru. And what better cause to fight a war for, than for someone as beautiful as you?"

He sank to a sitting position on the grass and Beru sat beside him. She cradled his head in her arms while he made his final request.

"You have to get out."

"Shh," Beru whispered, stroking his hair. Padme stepped out from infront of Anakin and the two stood side by side, silently. Anakin, glancing at Padme's hair, noticed a hair grip was missing and realised how she had opened the door again.

"Get out," Jango gasped.

"There's no way out," she sighed, but Jango stared at Anakin and Padme.

"There's always a way out for the princes."

Anakin stepped forward and tried to lift Beru to her feet but she refused.

"Beru," Jango whispered.

She leant closer. He was losing too much blood, his strength was fading, but he summoned his remaining energy to speak.

"I chose this night... but you will see the sun again. I want you to live."

Her face was full of sorrow and love as he touched her lips, his fingers trembling as his body failed. She kissed him.

"Live."

She didn't want to go but he pushed her gently away into Anakin's arms. Finally she nodded and allowed Anakin to lead her away.

Before Anakin left, he took a deep breath and said something he never thought he would say.

"Jango...thankyou...you gave me back my brother. I'm sorry for hating you. It was wrong. Forgive me?"

"There is nothing to forgive, Prince. Go to your brother. Help him become a great king, like his father. Naboo deserves that."

And so, Beru followed Anakin down the stairs toward the escape. Jango watched Beru intently until he saw that she was safely away and then he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Jango thought he was alone in the garden. He shivered, hugging himself for warmth, waiting. And then he felt a pair of arms slide under his head and support him. Looking up, he gazed into Padme'e eyes. She was like an angel. He was glad she was here.

"It's too late Princess, save yourself. And look after Beru for me."

"I shall. Please forgive me too, for all the hurt I have caused you and your family. I hope you find peace and a better life now. And I hope you find your son. They say the after life is a paradise so perfect that no-one has ever regretted leaving this world. Go to it now..."

"That sounds nice," Jango sighed, closing his eyes again. Padme's voice slowly trailed away as Jango's body fell limply into her arms.

He was gone.

"So this is how it ends," she whispered, laying his body on the soft grass. "Goodbye, great Jango."