Artoo watched the organics hug. And cry. And hug some more.
It seemed to make them more functional.
There were still several people missing though. It'd be alright- he'd find them.
…-…
Luke had never expected anything this amazing to ever happen to him.
He had two parents- two parents who were alive. Beru and Owen had been wonderful. He missed them so much.
But they had always been his Aunt and Uncle- they hadn't been comfortable when he'd been little and slipped up to call them Mom and Dad.
And now he had both.
And he was living with them. In a palace.
Leia was close by, but she had chosen to live with her adoptive parents.
Which was fair- it was a bit odd having parents that were just a few years older than they were.
Luke knew his relationship with his parents would never be the same as the other Luke would have to them- they hadn't raised him, and they were too close in age for something truly parental.
But for now- for now this was enough.
…-…
Artoo found Ahsoka easier than even he'd thought he could. Getting her the codes to fly freely into Corsaunt was more difficult- but he did and.
And now, here they were. Rex stood beside Ahsoka, looking bemused as she argued with the guards, saying that yes, she really did know the Empress and yes, the Empress really did want to speak with them, and why couldn't they just go ask her?
Since the guards did not speak binary and wouldn't listen to Artoo even if they did, Artoo went to find Anakin.
He'd be able to let them in.
…-…
Rex was here. Ahsoka was here. They were here.
Anakin had a hard time keeping himself from running to them, and a harder time still keeping himself from hugging her as soon as they were in sight.
There'd be time for that.
They'd make time for all of that.
…-…
It took four years to instate the new and improved senate- complete with anti-Emperor laws and ironclad term limits for both the Senators and the Chancellor.
The twins grew.
Luke became a licensed pilot with some Jedi training by the side. Leia became a Senator.
Yoda and Obi-Wan started a new Jedi order- this one with significantly less ties to the Senate and far more private funding.
Anakin and Padme moved to Naboo.
Anakin couldn't help but wonder if there was a way to return to their own time.
He also wondered- Padme and he had replaced Padme's body and Vader. So- where had their counterparts gone?
Epilogue
A/N: I honestly think they have the technology to made sure that bodies don't rot in graves but it's kinda real expensive… so they only use it on people like really like. You know- like Padme?
Vader had been standing on the bridge. Now he was sitting by- Padme? He couldn't see- everything was so blurry- and there were colors- and he couldn't breathe.
His mouth was open but he couldn't pull in enough air. Where was his suit? Where was he?
He needed to breathe. Why couldn't he breathe?
In the midst of his panic, Vader felt the force pulling him- gentle in a way it hadn't been in years. He pitched forward, knocking into a table, durasteel fingers finding a commlink.
He couldn't breathe. He couldn't see.
Emergency dial was easy though. That only took two buttons.
He couldn't breathe.
He heard someone answer on the other end, a voice so familiar- but the familiarity didn't matter because he couldn't breathe-
"Help," he whispered, partially because anything louder bloodied already damaged lungs and partially because he didn't have the air for anything else.
"Anakin?" Someone was shouting, "Anakin?"
Vader couldn't say anything more though. Not enough air.
Black spots were speckled across his vision. He was going to die.
And then- Vader remembered something. Sidious had shown Vader a technique once, a way to preserve a mostly dead body for hours beyond its natural endurance.
It was extremely unpleasant for the mostly dead person, which meant that it worked wonders for interrogation.
Vader had never thought to use it on himself but-
He wrapped the force in and through him, allowing it to suffuse him, then forcing it in further still.
He dug into himself- into the organs- artificial as they were, and let the force breathe for him.
His lungs took in more air than they would be able to if he'd been breathing on his own- his heart beat more steadily- and it hurt so bad. The force caused as much damage as it fixed- but being so deep within it, it sustained him.
A body wouldn't- couldn't- do this to itself for a reason.
Vader screamed- a rasping choking sound.
And on the other side of the comm Obi-Wan ran faster. A medical team was already on the way, Obi-Wan could only hope they weren't too late.