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Notes: So, the ending is a little abrupt, but I didn't really have anything else to add. So, thanks to everyone who read and to all present and future commenters, thanks for taking the time to give this a look.
Anakin didn't like Chancellor Palpatine. While Cara was completely uninterested in politics, she paid enough attention to be aware of what was happening in a vague sort of way and had taught him by example to spot when a politician was avoiding answering a question or was saying all the right things but had said nothing substantive. Chancellor Palpatine made apologies, gave speeches about bravery and heroism, spoke words of censure, but never once supported any piece of legislation or suggestion of specific action to be taken. Cara had once pointed out a very-much-touted apology that she said was never going to amount to anything. It never did.
The man made insinuations constantly, but nothing specific that could be pointed to as bias and such an accusation could be easily refuted.
However, the one thing that had permanently turned his favour against Palpatine was the story Padmé had told him when he'd asked her about Cara's interpretation of events.
During the Naboo Blockade Padmé had escaped and made her way to Coruscant to plead for help from the Republic. When it had not been forthcoming she had demanded a vote of no-confidence against the previous Chancellor, then gone back to Naboo to retake her planet. Cara had looked over the analysis, waved a hand and said that it looked like a fit of ire from an understandably furious fourteen-year-old with no other way to censure the Senate for not doing their jobs and supporting a member system. The popular media had had a similar read on the situation, although unlike Cara had read it as an immature, whiny teenager abusing her power briefly to get back at the Senate.
Padmé had explained that she had followed the advice of her then-senator, Palpatine, little realising at the time that it would not help as she had thought her trusted advisor would not steer her wrong.
Palpatine had then not said a word to dissuade people of Padmé's reasons, had not in any way attempted to bolster her reputation and had left her with the mixed reputation of determined, warmongering, irrational, childish, clever and brave. Instead of assuring people that she had been attempting to force someone into power who would help her people, he left everyone to assume it was a child pitching a fit. Instead of assuring them she had been following advice of her elders, he'd left them to assume she was too headstrong to listen to wisdom, and when he could have clarified the state of things on the ground on Naboo, he'd let the abuses fade quietly and the Trade Federation continue its meteoric rise in power.
Even now, one of the most beloved former monarchs of Naboo had to struggle against the old reputation every day in the Senate, and it was one that Palpatine judiciously refused to rehabilitate.
No, Anakin didn't like the man at all. He liked him less when he made speeches playing down the actions of the Jedi and being subtly scathing of the Corellian Jedi who had stayed out of the war as their ambit was strictly within the Corellian region of space and no further.
Once in a long while, he would find himself at some war-related function that Obi-Wan insisted they had to go to in order to ensure that the wealthy Core Worlders whose fortunes supported so much of the war effort wouldn't just wander away, disinterested. Stuck in the same room as Palpatine, Anakin would feel the Force moving oddly around the man. It was nothing he could put a finger on, just a slight current that could be anything. Something about that current put him on edge, though.
He was waiting to talk to Obi-Wan about it, but since he was at a fundraiser for the war effort on Naboo starring the Royal Ballet in Theed, Anakin decided to ask Cara.
Cara was schmoozing after the show and simultaneously using the hand signals she'd picked up from visiting clones to amuse the few who were present volunteering as security by complaining about the whole situation in hand signs. When she'd gotten a few in to watch classes, the behind-the-scenes of the Royal Ballet had become something of a prime tourist stopover point for clones on leave on Naboo who enjoyed the physicality of the art as well as the very friendly welcome they'd gotten from Cara's fellow dancers. An extremely friendly welcome that took advantage of a great deal of flexibility and endurance. Fives and Echo had both come back to the 501st looking shell-shocked but satisfied. Anakin and Rex had silently agreed that neither wanted to know what happened there.
(On an entertaining and potentially frightening side note the terrifying Madam Pleska had watched some of the visiting Vod'e taking beginner's dance classes and complained loudly about wasted talent. She had then begun plotting how to steal some of the littler clones and get them enrolled in the ballet school under a ridiculous-yet-somehow-workable plan to have a fake threat to the company and a request for a protective detail. The fact that the protection detail would be human-standard-age-twelve-equivalent a.k.a. six-year-old clones taking ballet classes was something no one needed to know.
When Anakin had mentioned the whole of it to Rex as a funny joke, Rex had gone straight to Rancor's Commander on Kamino who had told Master Shaak Ti and the two had begun plotting with Madam Pleska directly, both delighted at the idea of getting at least some of the very young clones off of Kamino and somewhere safe. Somehow Hondo Ohnaka had become involved and Anakin had decided he didn't want to know any more. There were a lot of things Anakin didn't want to know about that peripherally involved Cara.)
Now, Anakin ambled up to Cara and tugged her aside. "Auntie Cara, I was wondering if I could borrow you for a moment? I wanted to talk to you about Mom's birthday present."
The moment they were safely out of sight, Cara said, "Auntie Cara? If people start chasing me because they want an in with you there will be consequences."
"Sorry, but I needed a second opinion and I wanted something no one would consider weird if we were talking in private," Anakin told her.
She looked at him quizzically. "Second opinion on what?"
"Palpatine," Anakin told her. "There's something . . . off in the Force around him, but I can't quite pin it down."
Cara frowned. "Can you show me?" she asked. It was the work of a moment for them to slip into a rapport and for Anakin to show her the sensation he was feeling. When they were both back out again she looked contemplative. "That's . . . weird. I'm also pretty sure you're only catching it because you're an unnaturally strong powerhouse, though Obi-Wan could probably see it if you walked him right up to it." She glanced over in the direction of the party and Anakin felt her reach with the Force, then slam herself backwards, scrunching her power down behind shields. "That Sith from Coruscant is here," she hissed.
Anakin swore. "Can you get me the guest list?"
She nodded looking stressed. "Yes, but if he's noticed me . . . kark it, I hate this."
"Do you want me to arrange a tracker on you?" Anakin asked. "I could throw something together."
Cara winced. "I'd appreciate it, Ani, but in the meantime I'm just going to lock down. Don't mind me."
Her Venator hull-like shielding descended, making her have the seeming of nothing so much as a Force-null and went back out into the party. However, the one thing Anakin couldn't get out of his head was the blip around Palpatine and the fact that Dooku had once told Obi-Wan there was a Sith in the Senate.
Meeting up with Obi-Wan a week later, Anakin described the situation to his former teacher who had blanched and contacted Quin and the Corellian Shadows.
They were, in the end, almost too late.
Cara woke in a small, hot room with the scent of something burning in the air. What was most concerning was the darkness in the Force saturating every inch of the space around her. It was reflexive as she shielded her innermost self away, layering the gauzy concealing thoughts overtop, then on impulse she did another layer, barely managing to connect to some part of the Force that wasn't a writhing pit of darkness. It wasn't really light either, but something that felt like a scummy pale grey was still better than the yawning cold fire of hatred she could feel infusing every atom of the place.
When the door slid open, Cara decided to wait. She had done things, gone places and thrown herself into situations, yes, but this was a trap and she wasn't Obi-Wan or Anakin. The only reason she'd done so well against Ventress had been pure surprise on the other woman's part. Cara knew she ran too close to the edge whenever she had wound up adventuring and with the actual evil floating in the air, everything was a risk. She was going to wait here until they dragged her out or she was forced to by circumstance.
Two blank-faced clones came for her eventually, and Cara was vaguely horrified. They felt . . . empty. The pair took her by the arms and she let herself be pulled down the hallway, searching for an escape and just hoping that Obi-Wan or Anakin would find her, or that she at least would be able to get away. It was when she found herself face-to-face with Chancellor Palpatine, yellow-eyed and with the undiluted darkness pouring off him in a way she'd never felt from any darksider that Cara privately found herself thinking that she was pretty much just karked.
When in doubt, bluff like a Sabacc champion with a losing hand. "Mister . . . I mean, Chancellor Palpatine? I . . . what am I doing here?" She judiciously paused. "Sir."
His smile was gentle and terrifyingly amused. "Oh, there is no need to dissemble, my dear," he said. "You were quite successful at hiding, but your connection to young Skywalker and Kenobi gave you away."
"Hiding?" she asked, infusing confusion and some of her genuine fear into the question. "I don't know what you mean."
"And an excellent liar," he said musingly. He stood, slowly walking towards her. "If I hadn't felt you in the Force twice now, I might have even believed I was wrong about you."
"What do you want?" she asked. Cara wished she had it in her to be demanding or sarcastic or anything. But she didn't know what was going on, what he wanted or where she was. It was easy to be sarcastic and clever when you were in a position of power or confidence. None of the times she'd been in dangerous situations before this had she been so completely unable to escape. She couldn't run, she doubted she'd be able to fight an actual Sith Lord, even if she had a light sabre or her fans.
Palpatine stood directly in front of her, his cold dry fingers touching her face in a creepy intimate way. "Maul is . . . uncontrolled and is of no use to me if he cannot follow orders," he said in an oh-so-reasonable tone of voice. "Count Dooku is therefore my current apprentice, but he is somewhat getting on in years, and though his skill with a 'sabre and as a strategist is remarkable, it will wear thin."
She shook, struggling with her loathing, with the fact that, if he was Dooku's Sith Master, that meant he had to be running the whole war. She tried not to let her anger take her over at whatever he'd done to the clones still holding her arms. A familiar terror, well-remembered from her time with Moonslayer, was settling into her bones again.
"Why me?" Cara asked, only aware after she said it that it could be taken as an admission that she was Force-sensitive. "I'm just a dancer," she told him, pleading.
He gave her a look that was so painfully close to one Obi-Wan had once given her that it gave her a further bout of confusing déja vu. "And what a waste that is," he said, his voice suddenly irritatingly condescending. "So much power, and you choose to spend your time fluttering about."
"It makes me happy," Cara heard herself snapping, the way she once had at Obi-Wan. "Power doesn't get me anything I actually want, but dancing does."
The look of smug pity stung her. "Oh, but don't you want the power to make things right? To be able to achieve the ends you desire?"
There was anger building in her at the supercilious man and the way he was looking down on her because she wished she didn't have this power and the way the Coruscanti Jedi looked at Obi-Wan now when they saw him just because apparently only the Jedi were allowed to be good and wise. Cara was dimly aware that the anger was probably a bad idea considering the situation, but anger had become her base state and the familiarity was comforting.
"Right now the only end I desire is for you to shut up," she snarled.
His eyes lit up. "Yes," he said, making slight grasping hands in her direction. "Good. Give in to the anger." His voice was gratingly annoying.
"Did you annoy Dooku into Falling?" she asked. "Because you're just really aggravating."
It was only the slightest hitch, but Cara was watching him through the Force and the fact that her words had been even a little unexpected was reassuring. He continued on as though nothing had happened. "I wish for a better apprentice, young one," he said. She bit back the response that as they were both human standard and she was in her thirties while he was hardly that old himself, he was just being tacky. "You would be excellent at my side. You could rule as my strong arm and heir."
"I don't want to rule anything," Cara told him. "You've got the wrong person for that."
"You want to protect young Skywalker and Kenobi, don't you?" he said. "I can keep them safe. Let them leave the front lines. Pull them off if necessary." He started in on a sales pitch that might have even convinced her, but Cara wasn't listening. At all. She reached through the darkness to find out what he'd done to the two clones. There was something there. Whatever it was, she had to break it. She reached out, about to do it, when a warning, faint though it was, came down the tiny bit of the light side she'd reached. She couldn't break them out of hand because then the things would hurt the clones.
It was so easy. It was so easy to reach out and tug on the dark side of the Force and reach to siphon the midichlorians and health out of Palpatine, to direct it at the clones as she fried the things in their heads, healing them as she went. The pair staggered away from her, confused and frightened. But that didn't matter. What mattered was that Palpatine had wrenched himself away, escaping the drain. To the side there was a lightsabre, the kyber inside it so twisted it had stepped past the screams and into something so corrupted it purred as it slapped into her hand and she launched herself at the Sith who'd kidnapped her, who'd clearly been behind the war that was hurting Obi-Wan, that was causing all those clones to live those limited lives of war and so little else and who'd sent her adopted nephew into a war for his own purposes.
Her world narrowed to nothing but the Force and getting revenge on the Chancellor. She couldn't beat him in a straight fight, she knew that, but she could siphon his life force away while they fought. When he stumbled then snarled at her she just smiled and gloried in the upswelling of darkness. She'd missed the high of it.
Maybe after this she'd just go hunting for everyone else who didn't deserve to live.
When Cara went missing, Anakin turned on the tracker and was able to follow her partway, his Captain, Rex, insistent on coming with his General and bringing their head medic, Kix. Cody had not been able to follow his own General, but his five best from Ghost Company had been given orders to not let General Kenobi out of their sight. When the tracker cut out, Anakin and Obi-Wan were forced to follow Obi-Wan's bond with her, playing hot and cold to find her just as she had done to find Obi-Wan. A faint emergency call for help came through just as Obi-Wan lost the connection. Two clones, beaming out a message for help.
"Can anybody hear this? The Chancellor is a Sith. He . . . he did something to us. There's a woman that he made us take and she's fighting him, but she might be a Sith too." The clone was seemingly too distressed to use the normal form taken by such an emergency communication, but frankly neither Obi-Wan nor Anakin cared.
Mustafar was a bleak, volcano-ridden, fiery planet which had clearly seen much use by the Sith, as the dark side of the Force was so palpable it felt almost like they were breathing it. Both men were glad of Cara's trick of reaching through one's own internal connection to the Force, as it acted to provide a conduit to the light side, despite how oppressively present the dark side was. It was then that Quinlan Vos showed up, several Corellian Jedi on his heels, saying that their hunt for information on the Chancellor and the Sith had led them there.
They raced past the two clones, both of whom were shinies and both bearing the hallmarks of Cara's force use on them. Kix and two of Obi-Wan's Ghosts stayed with them. Following the sound of lightsabres clashing, they found Cara battling with Palpatine. She was doing her best to siphon off his strength and it was giving her an advantage, but he was still the better combatant. She simply didn't have the skills, even as both Anakin and Obi-Wan winced to see that she had just grown a killer instinct as she fell further and further into the dark.
For one long moment Obi-Wan let himself feel the full weight of his anger, not just for the fact of what Palpatine had done to the galaxy as the head of the Republic, but for the fact that he may have lost Cara utterly because this Sith had clearly done something to send her into the dark. Then he breathed and released that fury into the Force, because he could not afford to go into this fight in anger.
"Put the anger aside, Anakin," he murmured. "You need to be able to think tactically, rationally," he cautioned, knowing Anakin had seen enough of Cara's time as a darksider to know how it could warp perception and thought.
That same rage that had been building in Anakin shifted and didn't so much release as change in character from a heated anger to rock-solid determination.
"Chancellor Palpatine," Master Vos said firmly as he entered the room, "You are under arrest for acts of treason against the Republic, for attempted murder as well as within my purview as one of the Jedi Order to capture and restrain the Sith."
Cara's distraction at their entry gave Palpatine the opportunity he needed. One moment later, she was flung against the wall, slumping to the ground as Force lightning flew from the Sith's hands. Two of the Corellians were also thrown aside, but Quin was quick and clever, the Green Jedi with him centred and experienced, and Anakin and Obi-Wan were depressingly well-practised at blocking Force lightning from Count Dooku.
When battle was joined against Palpatine, it was clear that some combination of luck and her life-draining of the Sith, as well as the fact that he'd probably been toying with her somehow, had been the only things keeping Cara in one piece. One by one, the Jedi fell, Palpatine's cleverness, skill and sheer strength allowing him to dodge them, to throw them out of the way and send blasts of lightning that struck the unwary causing them to be thrown from the battle.
And then it was just Anakin, Obi-Wan and Master Meeku. Obi-Wan turned to his Soresu, defending Anakin and Meeku while they took the offensive. It wasn't quite enough, until Anakin suddenly made it enough. Anakin had always coasted just a little on the sheer strength of his connection to the Force, but even so, he'd still focused strongly on the actual developed skill of 'sabre use.
There was a pause, just a moment when the three of them had been pushed back and Palpatine was reaching for the Force lightning once again when suddenly Anakin blazed in the Force. For a dizzy moment Obi-Wan heard Cara's voice in his memory, That's him tamping down how strong he is so he doesn't look like a white dwarf from three feet away.
Anakin wasn't just fighting as he had before, he sank into the Force, let it sweep him away and his movements were so easy, so leisurely, you would have thought Palpatine an unskilled neophyte by comparison. One easy swipe of his lightsabre and Palpatine's red blade was pushed aside, a second one and the hilt was sliced in half. The reverse swing caught the lightning thrown at him, carelessly batting it aside as though it were merely an annoyance and the final swing beheaded the Chancellor. The look on the older man's face remained one of pure shock and dismay. A realisation of a complete miscalculation. The Jedi still conscious were wide-eyed as Anakin and Obi-Wan both hurried to where Cara was yellow-eyed and restrained by Park who was barely keeping her under control even with the Force-suppressing cuffs.
She was raving. "I'll kill them! All of their scumball lousy - Obi-Wan! Let me go! They don't deserve to live!"
Cara was radiating a solid wall of blackness and Obi-Wan flinched. The last time he'd pulled her back she'd still shown some small hint of light. Something to grasp onto to help her. He wasn't sure there was anything. She'd thrown herself into it so thoroughly.
"No," Anakin said. He stepped forward. "Cara, you won't kill anyone because I'm not going to let you do this to yourself." He was still that blazing white dwarf and despite the fact that closing your eyes did little to help when looking with the Force, the Jedi all squinted or closed their eyes. Anakin, as Obi-Wan had done before, reached out to Cara, using light to lift the darkness away from her, peeling it back layer by layer.
Her eyes widened in fear. "No! No, Anakin, I need it! I can't . . ." she trailed off and Obi-Wan moved to help, pulling that fear away, siphoning it into the Force for her as he'd done before. He still wasn't sure that she could be saved, but he would help Anakin try anyhow. Carefully, Anakin pushed his way into and around her shields that were supposed to protect her inner self until they fell away, revealing another layer and Obi-Wan could have wept because there were traces of light here, flashes of sarcasm and joy, of love and humour and a strong thread of protectiveness aimed at the clones as well as Anakin and Obi-Wan.
It felt like an eternity, though Quin later told Obi-Wan it had been only ten minutes at the most, but they reached her core self, besmirched and shot through with darkness, but still salvageable. Obi-Wan worked with Anakin to peel the darkness back until the blazing light that was Cara shone again. The darkness was still too much with her and always would be, but suddenly she was Cara again and both men breathed a sigh of relief when her eyes turned back to brown between one blink and the next. She stared at them, breathed, "Thanks," and then her eyes rolled back in her head and she passed out. Anakin then pulled his shields back into place, tamping down the blinding light that he was otherwise and started a silly argument with Rex just to make the other Jedi stop looking at him like that.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes and just breathed in relief as Anakin and Rex corralled the two shinies to find out what they knew and Quin and Master Meeku organised the Jedi and clones to collect Palpatine's body and his 'sabre as well as the sabre Cara had been using. Down the bond he shared with Cara the normal familiar light was pulsing again. He picked her up and carried her with the other injured to the larger ship the Jedi had arrived in. Kix was already rattling around, caring for everyone and snapping at idiots were weren't listening to the medic about their health. "Lieutenant?" Obi-Wan said as he stepped after the others. "Can you just keep a weather eye on her?"
Kix eyed Obi-Wan up and down and said. "Of course, General. I also expect you to let me look you over. Tanks has told me about all of your tricks, sir."
His own head medic, Tanks, was a worry wart and Obi-Wan resisted the urge to complain that he was fine thank you. "Of course, Kix."
The fortress turned out to have a painfully ridiculous amount of Sith paraphernalia all over it, memories of torture that had Quin compulsively covering his bare skin every few seconds and documentation that with only a glance revealed hints of complex plots.
The two shinies had a frightening story of being called into the Chancellor's office and then suddenly 'not feeling' anything. That they described it as having no thoughts at all, not even about physical discomfort. That they would have done anything he ordered as though they were nothing more than droids. They described how they'd kidnapped Cara under orders, holding her in front of Palpatine and then how they'd suddenly been released and had no idea of how or why, only that they'd abruptly started thinking and feeling again.
Between the shinies' hud cams and security video from Mustafar, there was more than enough evidence to bring before the Jedi Council on Coruscant and the Senate.
Obi-Wan found himself more than a little depressed from watching Palpatine's supporters first deny the man's evils, then jump ship like vermin, pretending they'd known all along the man was evil.
Standing before the High Council with Cara to one side and Anakin to the other was an added stress that Obi-Wan felt he did not need.
"The first order of business is what we are going to do with you," Windu said to Cara.
She blinked at him a moment. "Why do you need to do anything with me?" she asked. "I'm a ballet dancer. I'm going home and back to dancing. Possibly I'll hit a few traffic droids with my purse again."
"You have Fallen and you are a danger," replied Windu to the nodded agreement of several Councillors.
Master Koon spoke then. "She has come back to the light, the first time wholly without help and I would note that even her actions while Fallen were only to save the lives of two young men and fight a Sith - neither of which are the actions of one beyond redemption."
Windu shot him a dark look. "As Master Yoda has said so many times, 'forever will it dominate your destiny'. She cannot be trusted."
"And perhaps wrong I have been," Yoda said. "Absolutes only Sith believe. Clear it is that careful young Mabban must be. But dominate the dark does not. Present the darkness is, but fight it she does. Master Kenobi would not hold love for her if dark she were."
Obi-Was wasn't sure what expression he had on his face, but the feel of Plo Koon's amusement said it must have been comically shocked. "Master Yoda, I have left the Order, years ago now, and that title cannot-"
"Earned it, you have," Yoda replied. "Taught a student, mastered Soresu and sat upon our Council you have."
Depa Billaba, who had been clearly grumpily at odds with her former master throughout the whole meeting added, "You may no longer be a part of the Order, but your achievements should be acknowledged."
"I thank you, but perhaps we might focus on the issue at hand," Obi-Wan prompted.
"Yeah," Anakin added. "Is Cara gonna have to go on the run? 'Cause that would make a lot of people sad."
Obi-Wan shot him a look. "Please at least try to pretend that Cara didn't so direly affect you in your formative years."
Mace Windu was looking undeniably unhappy as control of the meeting kept getting wrested from his hands. "That's another thing, we've allowed Skywalker to run around uncontrolled long enough. Now that we know how powerful he is-"
"You want him to be stuck here in the Temple with you because you're absolutely convinced that if he's not either here or with the monks on Jedha he's just going to run around conquering and destroying because the only good and powerful Force-users are the ones who follow your religion," Cara interrupted. "But you wouldn't have trained him unless you'd found him early enough anyhow. So you're only doing this because you think you need to retain control."
"But without the discipline of the Order he will Fall," Mundi insisted.
Depa made an aggravated noise in the back of her throat. "He hasn't fallen yet and there's been plenty of scope for it during the war. He managed to get someone to reverse a Fall, and I believe Master Kenobi when he says that she is now as she was before that Fall."
There was a lot of argument that followed, much of it delving deep into the philosophy of the Order. Anakin and Cara were both bored while Obi-Wan was fascinated by the complexities of the arguments, pulling out a pad to take notes in order to look up the texts being referenced. Finally Cara cut in. "So, the upshot, is that legislatively, not long after the Ruusan Reformation, the Jedi were supposed to act to regulate the Force users of the galaxy. As you haven't really done that beyond hunting down active evildoers and going on Search for children to join the Temple you've solidified a precedent such that the legal convention - though not one that is codified - is now that you act as a police force and provide limited educational opportunities. As such, I fall outside your purview as I am, effectively, rehabilitated, and Anakin does as he has committed no harms to people outside of the law and is fully trained to control himself. Based on the fact that your chairs are full I have to assume you have a quorum, and I count more than half of you are in agreement with those statements. Obi-Wan said Council decisions go by a simple majority, so I would argue the decision is made, even if Master Windu as the Chair gets two votes. Can we go?"
They all stared. "Convention?" Anakin asked her.
"It's a legal thing," Cara said. "If people do a thing for long enough it becomes an unwritten rule and you have to do it anyhow because everyone tacitly agreed it's a rule."
"Oh," Anakin said, "How did you even follow that?"
Cara heaved a sigh. "Have I taught you nothing? Nearly all of that was just cross-referencing people who were saying exactly what had already been said."
"Right you are," Yoda declared. "And function by simple majority we do. Free to go you all are, though I would wish to speak sometime of your Force techniques, young one."
"Well, it'll have to wait because if I hurry I can be back on Naboo for the auditioning and rehearsals for the new season," Cara declared and bolted from the room.
Anakin and Obi-Wan followed more slowly, Anakin heckling his teacher the whole way about the fact that the older man had clearly been thinking that Cara's sudden dive into legalese was sexy.
So, Cara went back to dancing, Anakin went and caused a revolution on Tatooine and Obi-Wan trailed after him muttering unhappily about recklessness until he recklessly went up against an entire cantina of bounty hunters by himself. Cody and Rex and half their respective battalions both followed them around making their own unhappy noises about reckless Jedi and Shmi settled down and married her glassmaker and adopted several clone cadets who learned how to make unhappy noises about reckless Jedi from their various elder clone vod'e. Artoo and Threepio continued to argue about using the good charging port in Cara's apartment and at some point Ahsoka Tano found her way to Anakin because I'm putting her in this story somehow even though she doesn't fit.
And they all lived happily ever after and no one named Snoke ever existed.
Fin
