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The air around Anakin felt charged as he worked on piloting it down for a landing. Normally, he was eager to return to Coruscant after a few days away from the capital planet, Tatooine still far from his favorite planet (though it got better every day. He was proud of Beru for all the help she provided, and he was doing a lot of effort on his own since he'd been voted into the Senate) but tonight was different. The air around the city had felt tense, prompting Anakin to be glad of his decision to fly a small, inconspicuous ship down to the planet. Somebody was after him, he just wasn't really sure why.

He felt a flash of something, a warning in the air to be careful and wary. He closed his eyes, trying to remember what Obi-Wan and Padmé had taught him years ago, and immediately turned the steering wheel, rolling out of the way of a projectile that had nearly caught his ship. That would've grounded it instantly. "Kriff."

He heard the beeping of his Astromech companion and security detail, yelling at him for his risky flying. "Come on Artoo, we're fine." More angry beeps. "I didn't get hit."

More beeps, this time sarcastic and irritated from Artoo. "If you're just going to try to yell at me, be useful and call Mom."

A holographic projection of his mother appeared moments later. "What is it Ani?"

"You're already landed, right?"

"Ani?"

"Mom please." He felt it again, the same disturbance, and this time swerved out of the way of the second attack.

Shmi Skywalker shook her head. "Of course we have, the last person on the cruiser just disembarked. Is something wrong?"

Well, if he was honest, he wanted to say everything was wrong. But he wasn't about to worry her, plus it wasn't like he didn't have things under control in regards to whoever was firing at him. "I think somebody let slip that I wasn't flying in with the rest of the delegation from Tatooine. I've got the situation under control and I have Artoo with me, so I'm fine. We'll still be landing soon."

"You ask me not to be worried, but it's never easy."

Anakin chuckled. "I promise I'm fine mom. Leave the worrying to Threepio. He's always been better at it. Just make sure to clear the landing platform. If this goes wrong I don't want our friend hurting anybody else." Before she could respond, he hung up, not wanting to worry his mom more in case another attack came. "Ready Artoo? Time to make a landing."

He was pretty sure R2 was ready to kill him by the time they finally touched down on the platform as he approached rapidly, wanting to avoid a third fire from their mysterious and very murderous new friend. In fact, he wanted to make sure he wasn't in the ship at all as the bad energy continued to flow around him. "Artoo, let's go."

The droid and Anakin emerged from the ship, Anakin pulling up a hood on his cloak to hopefully avoid detection from whatever assassin has his trail. Barely a minute after he was off the ship and approaching the entrance to the building, he was pushed forward, scarcely out of the blast radius with his faithful droid. And he looked behind himself to see the small ship that he had arrived on was absolutely destroyed. "Message received."

Somebody didn't want him on Coruscant.

They'd regret trying to get him to leave.

"Peace is our objective here, not war." Palpatine's voice pulled Anakin out of the stupor he'd fallen into as the senator from Malastare concluded his request for aid from the Republic to deal with the Separatist threat coming onto the planet. If he was honest, had the senator not been pushing for the Military Creation Act, Anakin might have felt sympathy, but the creation of an army was not an action Anakin would ever defend. Not one founded on individuals forced to join an army.

He felt his mom squeeze his hand, though she stepped back before he moved the pod out, not wanting the attention on her, but rather on everything Anakin would say. "My fellow senators, when I arrived on Coruscant today to come to this very meeting, an assassin made an attempt on my life. I was fired at three times, and while my skills behind the wheel of a ship saved my life today, had the assassin only been slightly quicker on the uptake when I landed, it's likely I wouldn't have made it off the ship alive at all."

The crowds started to talk amongst themselves, a sign to Anakin that he needed to push. "The reason I was targeted today was because of the bill we're supposed to be voting on today. Of all the senators against the creation of the creation of an army, I've been the loudest, most open about my displeasure, and the one who everybody knows is willing to do anything to get the results I want. Somebody here wants to take that a step further, just to make sure that the bill gets through." He looked over the other pods, and felt Bail's approval much to his relief. The speech hadn't been gone over or discussed with his former mentor, and Anakin had been slightly worried that bringing it up in the Senate would be unwelcome, but it seemed to have been a good idea, even if no prior words had been drafted.

Despite the approval from Bail, the Senate was getting tense, and shouting was beginning. "Ani–" His mom put her hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off. He had to make his statement clear to the others.

"You're all booing me, and for what? This whole idea is a joke. You don't raise an army for protection. You raise an army if you want to start a war. It won't deter the Separatists. It will embolden them, and then the fighting will be brought right to our planets. Our systems. Our people. You have to stop living in your delusions." He slammed his fist on the pod in front of him. Not his best move, but far from his worst in the Senate. "People will die. Civilians drafted for combat will die. The people you force to fight this battle will be nothing but slaves."

He had people's attention, and their ire judging by the ever increasing yelling from the other pods. Which was good, it was what he wanted from the other senators. He wanted them to remember his words. "This 'security measure,'" he said the words full of disdain, "that we're all voting for is nothing short of a declaration of war on the Separatists, and unless you want to claim that you were the one who brought war to the Republic, you'll vote with me against this bill."

The outrage in the Senate was tremendous, but Anakin smirked, having done his job at riling up the chambers. Voices rang against each other as Mas Amedda called for order within the Senate to try to regain a semblance of control amongst the Senators.

After a few minutes, the Senate calmed down, and Palpatine spoke. "Due to the lateness of the hour and the seriousness of this motion, we will take up these matters tomorrow. Until then, the Senate is adjourned."

Unsurprisingly, within an hour the Loyalist Committee was summoned to the Chancellor's office. Not a surprise, if Anakin was honest. He'd stirred up a storm in the Senate and even if Palpatine wasn't mad at him (unlikely) the announcement that he'd nearly been a victim to an assassination attempt less than an hour ago was likely not welcome for him to hear, especially since Palpatine had been trying to get Anakin's favor since he'd arrived on Coruscant five years prior.

Much more surprising to Anakin, was the presence of several Jedi in his office. Council members, if he recalled the faces correctly. He looked them over for Obi-Wan or Padmé in their midst, and quickly squashed down his disappointment at neither of his friends being present. "Senator Skywalker." He looked down to see Yoda walking over. "Your tragedy on the landing platform, terrible. Seeing you alive brings warm feelings to my heart."

"Thank you, Master Yoda. I'm just thankful I'd chosen to fly myself into Coruscant. The loss of life had I been on a transport with the rest of the members of my delegation would have been much greater." Admittedly, a small part of Anakin still stung with resentment over the fact that Yoda refused to accept him into the Jedi Order, but he had mostly put it behind him. "Do you have any idea who may have sent the assassin?"

Windu approached as well, joining the conversation. "Our intelligence network thinks it may have been remnants from Jabba's gang seeking revenge against you from when you overthrew them and brought Tatooine into the Republic."

Anakin shook his head. "I think you're wrong, Master Jedi." He watched Windu raise an eyebrow and took it as a sign to continue. "I think the Separatists are behind these attacks."

The room was silent, as though they were processing what Anakin had said. He didn't blame them. Accusing the Separatists of wanting to kill the single person who was actively against the formation of a military against them wasn't logical. But every part of Anakin just knew it was right.

"You mean to imply Count Dooku?" Windu asked, clearly skeptical of Anakin's accusation.

"Not one hundred percent, but nobody else in his Confederacy would have the means or motive." Or motive. He thought of Senator Bonterri for a moment. Onderon was a member of the Separatist movement, but she was certainly unlikely to try to level an attack on him given how closely they had worked when he'd been a teenager running around the Senate floor. He had little doubt the other senators who had left would be similar. Almost no other member of their group would have an interest in killing him if his hunch was correct.

"Count Dooku is a political idealist, not a murderer." Master Mundi corrected Anakin, but he said nothing, letting the Jedi have their say.

"He was also once a Jedi, Senator. He couldn't assassinate anyone. It's not in his character."

"Once." Anakin frowned at Windu's defense. "As in he's not a Jedi any longer. There's no reason to believe he would still hold to Jedi beliefs, and even then, I'm not arguing that he's the killer, only that he hired one out."

Before Windu could respond, Yoda spoke up. "Matters not, the killer's identity does. For certain Senator in grave danger you are."

"Master Jedi." Palpatine looked away from the window he had been near to give a kind smile to Anakin, as though he truly wanted to protect him. "May I suggest the Senator be placed under the protection of your graces."

"You really think that's a wise decision under these stressful times." Bail spoke up, and he was right, the Jedi council didn't need to spare anymore Jedi from whatever peace keeping mission they were on.

"Chancellor, with all do respect, I don't need protecting, I can handle myself–"

"I'm sure you can, Senator." The Chancellor cut him off. "I know you are a great pilot, and have a lucky streak, but the situation right now is dire. I understand that you do not want the help of the Jedi, but perhaps you might be willing to accept the extra security if it were Jedi you were familiar with. Perhaps an old friend like Master Kenobi, or Knight Naberrie."

Anakin clenched his hands into fists, feeling his nails dig into the palms of his hand. He desperately wanted to see Obi-Wan and Padmé again, that much was true, but he having his friendship with them used as a weapon against him soured his mood for a possible reunion, which further sank as Windu revealed that the two had just returned from a border dispute.

"Please, Anakin. You know how much I've desired to look out for you since you asked for our help. Allow me to arrange this one thing for you, my boy." There was nothing more he could do with Palpatine's plea like that, and while Anakin was sure there was some ulterior motive to what was going on, he had his hands tied.

With nothing else he could do, Anakin turned to face Windu. "Tell Obi-Wan and Padmé I'll be in my apartment, and that I look forward to seeing them again."

It wasn't until he left the office that he smiled as he realized just exactly who he was seeing again.