A/N: Sooooo, funny story.

I was lying on my bed, thinking about this chapter when it suddenly struck me that I epically messed up with Tezza's plan to have English translated into Aurebesh for the clones to read.

All that did was change the alphabet, not the language, so all the clones would see was gibberish words.

How did I not realize this sooner? And how did no one else kindly point it out?

Anywho, I've now adjusted the paragraph in 'Magnets' so that the clones are now reading Mando'a written in Aurebesh thanks to a very clever translation program. I figured Mando'a was the most likely second language the clones would know in its entirety thanks to their gene donor and his proximity to them when they were growing up. Huttese was a possibility as well, considering it's a widely spoken language in the shadier parts of the galaxy and I firmly believe that Anakin would speak it frequently, but I went with Mando'a for sentimental reasons.

Proof (part 2):

Anakin guided the Sky Angel to follow the large debris retrieval ship until just before entering the atmosphere of the planet called Earth about a third of the way around from the location of wormhole. Then two smaller ships appeared out of the clouds from below; swift and efficient looking single person starfighters by the look of them (that his pilot's heart was itching to fly, just because). They took up positions in front of him as a clear escort and Anakin followed them instead as the roughly Consular-class cruiser sized ship returned to its job back up in space.

Considering how much more fuel a cruiser sized ship – even a relatively small one compared to a Venator - used to get in and out of atmosphere, he understood the change in escort completely.

From there, it was only a matter of a few minutes for them to land on the roof of a large, sprawling building in the midst of a bustling city where the personal vehicles flew, but stayed in orderly lines near the ground and followed roads that where undoubtedly once designed for flightless travelling vehicles.

Waiting on the roof was a small herd of Humans of various skin tones, proving that once again, Humans had somehow managed to spread far and wide across the known galaxy and into the unknown with their curiosity driven ways. An exploration ship could have landed here thousands of years ago for all Anakin knew. Maybe even got caught in a wormhole like us.

Anakin powered down Padmè's yacht and rose to his feet. As he turned, he found that everyone else in the ship had done the same, clearly not willing to be left behind in any fashion today. Since it appeared that the Human delegation waiting for them was friendly – no soldier types in sight – Anakin just sighed mentally and thought, Whatever. Trying to talk my stubborn-ass family into staying someplace for their own safety is just not worth the headache of losing the battle anyway.

"Come on, then," he grumbled as they waited for him to take the lead down the ramp. "Let's go meet these Earth Humans."

"Let's," Obi-Wan said with a smirk hiding under his moustache and a twinkle in his bright blue eyes. (The older Jedi knew perfectly well that Anakin would rather everyone just stay in the ship and not cause any trouble.)

Padmè, even with her lack of Force sensitively, also knew what he was thinking, grinned at him too, with her burnt amber eyes sparkling even more. "It could be worse, Ani… Jar Jar could be here."

This earned a collective groan and laugh.

"Thank the Force he's not," Anakin muttered as they started their descent down to the roof and to the even larger group of people who had come to greet them. Honestly, he was surprised that the pilots of the starfighters didn't get out of their ships, too. Maybe they're under orders to stay put and be ready for anything. We could be hostiles, after all.

He was silently laughing at his own thought when their group came to a stop in front of the much larger group; which literally had people craning their necks and shifting around trying to get a better look at them through the murmuring crowd. "It's like they've never seen people from other planets before," he thought deliberately loud enough for Ahsoka and Obi-Wan to hear.

"Maybe they haven't," his Master thought back.

"But at least one of them knows Huttese," his Padawan pointed out. "And no one is freaking out because I have horns and lekku instead of hair, so that can't be it."

"I guess I'll just have to ask if the opportunity presents itself."

Anakin adopted an easy smile that hopefully conveyed that they weren't going to try and blow up their planet or something equally horrific. Then he said in his first language, "Thank you for allowing us on your planet and retrieving our friends for us." He paused as a thin, glasses wearing young man who reminded him of Tech but with more hair repeated what he'd said in the planet's native language. He had no doubt that Threepio was listening intently to everything said and forming a translation program already, all while probably itching to hook into a computer somewhere and download the entire thing the easy way.

A thickly built and tall black haired man with a military short buzz cut was at the front of the group and beside the translator. He carried himself with the easy air of authority of someone very important who knew it but didn't flaunt it and his gaze met Anakin's steadily after he'd flicked his eyes over the whole group with only a raised eyebrow of surprise at seeing a Togrutan and a gold protocol droid as well. Despite this, Anakin got the impression the man was just as excited to see them as the rest of his entourage was, but he was much better trained at keeping his cool. Funnily enough, he reminded Anakin of Cody, but with a bigger build and darker eyes.

The man in charge smiled as he heard the translation and then said something that the translator repeated as, "Administer Champilo of the National Aeronautics and Space Administration welcomes you and your friends on behalf of the leaders of Earth who would be here, but there just hasn't been enough time yet. Your arrival was a bit of a surprise."

Anakin grinned. "Understandable. This was a rather last minute decision for us as well. We didn't exactly plan to take a quick vacation via wormhole."

The translator laughed and once he'd repeated Anakin's words, so did the large group.

Once they'd settled, Anakin said, "I am Anakin Skywalker and this is my family, for lack of a better term." He glanced down at Padmè, who'd taken up a position at side, and smiled a little ruefully before returning his gaze to the translator and Champilo. "I'd introduce you to all of them, but we don't intend to stay long enough for it to matter."

The translator repeated his words, but he looked like he really wanted to say something else. Champilo spoke and the younger man settled. Maybe what he wanted to say was the same thing.

"That's okay," the translator said with a huge grin, nearly bouncing on his toes. "We know who everyone is already."

Anakin was taken aback by this, and so was his family, if the way they shifted into alert mode and the feeling of general alarm was anything to go by. "Excuse me?"

The translator nodded quickly. "It's true. You are the Jedi Knight, Anakin Skywalker. That's your wife, Senator Padmè Amidala to your left. On your right is your Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Beside Padmè is your Padawan, Ahsoka Tano. And behind you is C-3PO, Gregar Typho, and one of Padmè's many lookalike handmaidens."

The fact that the man was correct didn't make this any less alarming. Especially considering that Obi-Wan hadn't actually been informed that he and Padmè were married yet. Anakin glanced at Obi-Wan and winced slightly at the look on the older Jedi's face that was a cross of disapproval, amusement, resignation, and the same alarm Anakin was feeling. How Obi-Wan could express all that with one look was just one of the things that drove him nuts about his Master. (In an exasperated younger brother who still loved his big bro anyway kind of way, of course.)

Anakin focused on the translator again, a glare of warning creeping into his expression and a growl into his tone. "And just how exactly do you know that?"

The other group all shifted back a half step as if they suddenly realized that a predator was on the roof with them. All except Champilo, that is. He just smiled slow and wide and said something that the translator repeated as, "That's a crazy story, but if you come with me into the building, I will show you."

Anakin narrowed his eyes at Champilo while he listened to the Force, refusing to take his family into a trap, even if they were all – with the exception of Threepio - more than capable of taking care of themselves. But he sensed no warning in the Force or duplicity in the man. None from the large group with him, either. There was a great deal of eager anticipation, though, mixed in with the wariness that had popped up when his mood changed.

"What do you think?" he sent to Obi-Wan and Ahsoka, just to double check. Obi-Wan was a master at reading situations and getting to the heart of them in seconds. And Ahsoka was more empathic than both of them combined (a skill that had only increased after their little side trip to the Mortis realm), which made her more sympathetic to others than Anakin could ever be, which was either a blessing or a curse for her, depending on the situation. (In short, the war had given her a tougher shell than she would have ever developed otherwise.)

"Despite the strangeness of the situation, I sense they mean well," Ahsoka sent back first.

"I agree," Obi-Wan added. "I sense no reason for us not to go with them. And I AM very curious now to find out how they know us. If they received regular galactic news transmissions out here, you would think they spoke Basic. But they don't, so that effectively rules the holonews out."

"A Force Seer, perhaps?"

"Perhaps. Only way to know for sure is to go with them."

"Well, there are other methods, but you would probably disapprove," Anakin quipped, speaking of forcing someone to just show them with a mind probe; the translator, probably.

"You know I would," Obi-Wan said back with a mental eye roll. "Best say something. They've been waiting long enough."

Their mental conversation had only taken seconds, but those seconds were still dragging into the awkward. "Right." Anakin nodded at Champilo. "Lead the way, then. We are all quite curious to hear your explanation."

"Good, good," the translator said all on his own, practically vibrating with excitement now. "I can't wait for you to see this. It's so freaking awesome."

Anakin's curiosity ramped up another degree and he gave the man an amused smile. "I have a feeling you're right."

"Oh, I am." He turned to look at his boss then swung back. "I'm Corben Whitely, by the way. But you can call me Ben."

Obi-Wan huffed softly at the nickname Anakin had once overhead the Duchess call him, which made Anakin smile wider. And then there was the puppy-like young translator whose eyes kept flicking to Ahsoka with easy-to-read adoration in them. He's like a youngling, but he better not get any ideas about my Snips. "All right. Ben it is."

Ben turned back to his boss and with only a few words, Champilo was striding through his group of people who parted for him automatically. Anakin and his group followed Champilo and Ben when most of the group made it clear they weren't going to go first by simply not moving and looking at them.

While they walked, he laced the fingers of his ungloved real hand with Padmè's right, making her look at him in surprise and then pleased approval, figuring, What the hell, they know about us now anyway.

They entered a door that turned out to be a large elevator big enough for about twenty people to squeeze into. Fortunately, that wasn't the case as Champilo indicated with a look that the rest of his group of gawkers should wait for the next trip down, much to their dismay, but they obeyed. I wonder if the next door over is a staircase that they can dash down? Because I can totally see that group running down the stairs instead of waiting for the lift. They remind me of the fangirls on Coruscant I gained thanks to that stupid news anchor who labeled me 'The Hero with No Fear'.

As the lift descended, Obi-Wan interrupted his thoughts with a nudge at their bond.

"Yes?"

"Speaking of things you know I would disapprove of, where you ever going to tell me that you were married?"

Anakin flushed slightly at the gentle reprimand that should have been so much worse, but his former Master knew him better than anyone, with the exception of maybe Padmè and Ahsoka. All of those carefully worded lectures about attachments made sense now if Obi-Wan had already suspected what was going on. He rubbed his thumb over Padmè's, taking comfort in her presence even though she was the subject of his discomfort. "Yes. But not till after the war was over and I could leave the Order with a clear conscience."

There was a millisecond pause as a flash of sadness and hurt flickered down their bond before Obi-Wan hid it and thought, "I see. That does make sense. I'll be sorry to see you go."

Anakin gave his Master a pointed look. "You know, you could leave with me. Marry that Duchess of yours that you love to tell me isn't your girlfriend despite the sparks that fly between you."

Colour bloomed across the Jedi Master's cheekbones. "You see too much sometimes, much to my chagrin."

"And sometimes not enough, according to practically everyone else," he thought darkly, thinking specifically of a certain Master of the Order who seemed to make it his mission in life to make Anakin feel about four years old. Another reason why he couldn't wait to leave the Order that just felt more and more toxic to him. "But will you think about it at least? Please?"

With a huge mental sigh, Obi-Wan thought back, "Fine. I'll think about it. It would depend on Satine's thoughts on the matter, for one thing."

Anakin almost sighed out loud in relief; he hadn't wanted to lose Obi-Wan as a friend if he could help it, and leaving the Order without his Master following his example would mean that Obi-Wan would be encouraged to forget that Anakin had ever existed. "Good. That's all I ask."

"I live to keep you happy," came back the thought, heavy on the sarcasm, that accompanied the hidden smile in Obi-Wan's pale blue eyes.

Pretending the tease was completely serious, Anakin grinned and retorted with, "I figured that out years ago."

The elevator came to a halt and the doors slid open to reveal a typical office building hallway painted in neutral earth tones and containing many doors at regularly spaced intervals. Almost every door was open and had at least one person standing in it, watching them with wide eyes as they walked down nearly the entire length of the hallway. Just like the gawkers from above, not a single one of them radiated any sort of fearful surprise at seeing a Togrutan or a droid, just curious excitement, indicating that despite their lack of the galactic Basic language, they were familiar with beings other than Humans. Another contradiction.

Champilo lead them into a large conference room with an oval shaped table and enough chairs for thirty people and closed the door behind them. The bank of windows showed a view of the street two floors below and the office building across it. "Please, sit," he said via Ben, gesturing to the end of the table closest the side wall that had a blank screen covering most of the upper half of it.

As everyone but Threepio did so – the droid hovered behind Padmè's chair out of habit in case his mistress needed anything – Champilo pushed the sleeve of his white dress shirt up, revealing a wrist computer not that dissimilar to what was currently attached to Anakin's right glove, and pushed a few buttons on it.

Shades came down to cover the windows and the screen came to life on the wall. A moment later, the screen was nearly all black with words in an alphabet he didn't recognize and outlined in a large yellow font. Four letters on top and four letters on the bottom. In a smaller font underneath, three more letters in solid yellow. And in the bottom corner of the screen another abbreviated word in small print followed by the Aurebesh numbers, 2077.

Champilo spoke through Ben.

"Before I move to the next screen, I should start by saying that we know what the Force is but have never found any proof of it on our planet despite how hard we've looked. No discernable midi-chlorians in our blood and no powers of the mind."

Anakin raised an eyebrow at that. "Curious, because I can feel the Force here. It's not strong like on some planets, but not completely absent either." He demonstrated by casually taping into the Force and lifting a vase filled with flowers that was in the center of the table. Champilo and Ben blinked at the vase before turning back to Anakin and basically beaming at him like he'd just performed some amazing feat.

"That is good to know. There's hope for our planet yet."

"Force sensitivity is rare," Obi-Wan said in his almost perfect Huttese that sounded very strange in the refined accent of the Coruscanti elite. "Of the trillions upon trillions of intelligent beings in our galaxy, only about fifty thousand of them will be born Force sensitive in a hundred year period. The odds of any given planet having a Force sensitive individual is miniscule."

At the crestfallen looks of their hosts, Anakin quickly added, "But it's possible Earth does have a Force Sensitive or two, you'd just have a hard time finding them unless they did something truly amazing to expose themselves that couldn't be written off as a trick of the light or whatever."

They lit up again. "How about telling the story of a galaxy far far away and long ago in minute and hopefully accurate detail?"

Anakin and Obi-Wan glanced at each other as they started to get an inkling of how they were known.

Obi-Wan inclined his head to Champilo. "A very strong Force Seer could do this, yes."

"Or a family of them?"

"Yes, I suppose so."

Champilo said something in his own language under his breath that Ben didn't translate. Anakin would ask Threepio later if he'd interpreted enough of the language to understand the words. The forties looking man pushed a button on his mini computer and the huge screen changed to show a series of thumbnails. Many of them featured characters that were very familiar.

He - and everyone else in his family – sucked in a breath in shock even though they'd been sort of warned that something like this might show up.

Lightsabres were predominantly featured in almost every picture. He recognized Ahsoka in the first one in the second line. She was in cartoon form, carried two white lightsabres, and maybe five years older judging by the length of her lekku, but it was definitely her. He saw himself (or at least an actor that could have been his brother), Padmè, Obi-Wan, and Master Yoda in quite a few others (again, all with actors that bore striking resemblances to their real selves). There was one that featured the clones, with Rex and Cody front and center, as well as another one with Clone Force 99. Various Mandalorians in traditional beskar armour were heavily featured too. He even saw a thumbnail with blocky cartoon versions of Threepio and Artoo.

"Fragging hells," Anakin breathed in Basic, not wanting to offend his hosts.

"My sentiments exactly," Obi-Wan murmured from the chair to his right.

Ahsoka was staring at her cartoon self still with wide eyes. "I have my own picture. And why are my lightsabres white? And where did those awesome hilts come from?"

Because she was mumbling to herself in Basic, no one answered her. Not that Anakin could have anyway, because he didn't know either.

After a good two minutes or so of just gawking, Anakin finally tore his eyes off the screen and looked at Ben. "How is this possible?"

Ben answered without bothering to translate for his boss first. "A long time ago, a man called George Lucas made a movie called 'Star Wars' that takes place about twenty years from your current timeframe. After that was wildly successful, he made five more movies, and then he and his protégé', Dave Filoni, made or assisted in the making of more and more movies and television shows that all take place in your galaxy. Even when they died, someone from at least one of their lineages has been involved somehow in almost every single Star Wars project since even though the Lucas family doesn't own the rights to the franchise anymore; the fans do. They pooled together from all around the world a hundred years after the release of the first movie to buy the franchise from the company that had taken it over from Lucasfilm originally and were ruining it with poorly told stories that we ended up discarding from canon whenever a Lucas or Filoni wasn't involved somehow in the making of it."

"That… sounds complicated, but understandable nonetheless," Anakin said, shaking his head slowly. "I would say that your planet definitely had Force Seers of some strength, even if it was just to get visions of us and what our names were and then made up the stories from there."

Ben and Administer Champilo had a brief discussion and then Ben smiled tentatively at Anakin. "We'd like to show you one of the movies – Episode Two: Attack of the Clones – and see how accurate it was, if you don't mind. It takes place just before your Clone Wars and I think you'll get a kick out of watching yourself woo your wife all over again, terrible pick up lines about sand and all."

Anakin blushed while Padmè, Dormè, and Ahsoka snickered. Even Typho snorted quietly to himself.

Obi-Wan raised a brow at him, eyes twinkling fiercely as he probably envisioned a couple hours worth of teasing material to pay him back with for all the jabs Anakin had made about his poorly disguised relationship with the Duchess. "Oh, now this I HAVE to see." Switching to Huttese, the copper haired nerfherder gleefully told Ben, "Play it. We'll make time to watch it, wormhole or not."