The title for this chapter kinda sucks. I like my chapter titles to have an actual reason for being what they are, please if anyone has any better ideas for this chapter's title let me know.

Very dialog heavy chapter. Mostly a humor thing with a dash of soap opera. Its extra long- for this story at least-too! I know it doesn't make up for the neglect I give this story but hopefully it will satisfy fans of this fic and encourage you all to check out my other stories and maybe even my P at re on.

Enjoy!

Seeing the looks on Obi-Wan and Master Yoda's faces and steadfastly ignoring the look on Master Windu's, Anakin knew that remaining where he was or initiating operation 'Get the Hell out of Dodge' were not options. 'Guess it's time to own up, step up, and face the music.' The former slave thought nervously. This wasn't exactly how he wanted to reveal his and Padmé's marriage but like he had told his wife this morning it was a possibility, one that had become a reality… kind of. He thought that it would be more likely that the visions would end up showing the two of them together, not his son flirting with his padawan. Which in itself was all kinds of weird for him to witness.

With his gut feeling like a lead brick Anakin steadily made his way toward the stage, the crowd in front of him parting at his approach. Behind him he could sense Ahsoka following behind him, most likely just of curious as the surrounding people about his newly revealed connection to the Senator of Naboo. Refusing to meet the eyes of his former master- or anyone else's really- the Knight climbed the stairs into the stage and took a place beside his wife looking forward out into the crowd.

Obi-Wan sighed, "Are you going to say anything about this Anakin?" He asked.

"Nope. There's nothing to say." The knight told his former master.

"You aren't going to try to defend yourself?"

"For having a kid with my wife? No. No I'm not."

Obi-Wan blinked several times in confusion, "Wait, wife? You two are married?"

"... The visions didn't mention that, did they?" Anakin leaned a little closer to his wife.

"They did not." Padme confirmed.

"... We're being broadcasted live aren't we."

"We are."

Anakin pinched his nose and sighed, "Force damn it." He whispered, "You know what? Screw it, after the first vision and seeing Organa raising my daughter I decided I was going to quite as soon as you got pregnant anyway."

"Should I be offended?" Bail wondered, not really addressing anyone.

Anakin grunted, "No offence Bail, but I always figured I'd make Obi-Wan my kid's godfather if I ever had one."

Padme turned to her husband in confusion, "Obi-Wan? Why Obi-Wan?"

"I feel insulted." Said bearded jedi master mumbled. Honestly the tone of confusion and disbelief in the Nabooian's voice was a quite hurtful.

"Well who else would I pick?" Anakin asked, ignoring his friend.

"I don't know, but why would you discount Bail?" Padme asked.

"I don't really know Organa that well, why would I pick him?" Anakin defended himself.

"I know Bail very well." The older of the couple told him.

"So?"

"So, why isn't he in the running?"

Anakin blinked confusingly, "Because I don't know him and I would pick the godfather, just like you would pick the godmother."

"Says who?"

"Isn't that how it works?"

Padme huffed, "It really should be a discussion between the two of us, with each of us putting forth candidates for each position and debating about said choices until we reach a consensus."

"But the only one I could nominate for godmother would be Ahsoka. I don't really talk to other females on a regular bases besides the two of you." Anakin told her.

Ahsoka began to perform a very accurate interpretation of a fish at that. Did her master really just say he would consider her as a godparent for his kids?

"Continue later, you should." Yoda broke in reminding the two now revealed lovers that they were still on stage in front of the entire galaxy, "Discus this we will at the Temple young Skywalker. But now the next vision, it is time for."

For the third time the air shifted, revealing a new scene

"Luke, this is a stupid idea. An incredibly, monumentally, uncanningly stupid idea." The unnamed man from the previous vision told Luke who looked to be around the same age as when they last saw him while looking over something written on a beaten up data pad.

"You mispronounced 'awesome' there Biggs." Luke told his friend while he affixed a dull gray panel onto what looked to be a homemade generator of some kind. "Besides I did all the calculations and construction myself. I guarantee it'll work."

"It working isn't the issue, its staying alive let alone on the damn thing while using it that's the problem!" Biggs exclaimed.

Luke rolled his eyes, "If you look at the schematics you'll see that I installed an inertia dampener and a reverse turbolift generator for the user."

"Yes but they are less than a quarter the standard size and the power you aligated for the damn things is ludicrously low! You'd still be jerked around like a cheep whore at a drunken orgy!" Biggs told him.

"The point of the dampener and generator isn't for them to nullify the forces on the rider, only to make it possible to ride, skill is a factor here just like all flying." Luke explained.

Biggs sighed, "Look, I ran the numbers, the levels of coordination, reflex, and balance needed just to match the speeds of a standard land speeder are inhuman."

Luke snorted and gave the older teen a slightly condescending look. "Let me guess, you used the 'standard' human capability stats didn't you? Biggs you know neither of us have stats that low. Your coordination and reflexes are at least ten or twenty percent higher than whatever poodoo the holonet says you should have, and let's face it mine are even higher." With that Luke picked up the generator and walked outside

"Okay I'll bite. What are they talking about?" Ahsoka asked.

"My guess? My son takes after his dad and built himself a podracer or something and Biggs there is saying humans aren't able to drive them." Anakin told his padawan and the rest of the stage.

"Saying this now, there is no way in all the Corellian hells that any kids we have are going anywhere near a pod." Padme said firmly much to the dismay of her husband.

"But-"

"Anakin, No."

"When you die, I'm taking your Skyhopper." Was all Biggs told him as he followed.

Luke made his way over to a two or three inch thick metal board with a chest sized engine connected to one end on the sandy ground ground.

"That's not a podracer." Obi-Wan remarked as they watched the younger Skywalker connected the generator he had been working on to the board.

"No." Anakin agreed, "Its a board. A board with repulsor lifts and a compact high powered engine." He said with a grin.

"Anakin I swear to the Force if you even think about making something like that let alone riding one!" Padme threatened.

"But imagine the applications for scouting and large area battles!" Anakin protested, "Something like that would have more maneuverability than most if all ships and it would give the rider full use of their weapons!"

Padme gave him a glare, "I already have to deal with the stress of you being on the front lines almost every day, I am not going to let you increase the risk of breaking your neck." She told him.

The jedi's eyes softened at his wife's words, "Okay." He told her placing his hands on her shoulders, "I understand. I promise, I'll take measures to keep the danger I'm in to a minimum." He promised, "I can't say I'll be safe, we both know that would be a lie, but I'll only take the necessary risks okay?"

Padme smiled softly at him, "Thank you Ani. That's all I ask."

"... How the Sith did no one notice that you two are married?" Ahsoka asked shocked, ruining the moment, "Seriously what is wrong with us?"

Anakin smiled at the togruta, "Personally I am of the belief that Padme is so far out of my league that no one could legitimately consider it a possibility."

Padme blushed and lightly slapped him on the shoulder.

"... I can't believe I missed this. It was so obvious, you two weren't even subtle." Obi-Wan groaned.

"Something is happening." Bail cut in, gesturing back to the vision.

"I still think this is a bad idea Luke." Biggs said nervously as he watched his friend start to turn the generator on, "How about you take a day to go over the math again and tell me what happened with that Togruta lady two weeks ago instead? She seemed pretty eager to drag you out of the bar." He suggested.

Once more Luke sighed not stopping his work as he answered, "There's not much to say. It was more weird than anything else." The blond told him, "She asked me what my father's name was, who my mom was, if I knew someone called Obi-Wan Kenobi." He trailed off.

Biggs frowned, "What did you tell her?"

Luke shrugged nonchalantly, "I told her my dad was Anakin Skywalker, a spice freighter pilot, that my mom was a mystery, and that the only Kenobi I ever heard about was that old hermit Ben."

Biggs crossed his arms in contemplation, "You think she knew your old man? Maybe ran into him when he was flying around?" He asked his friend.

"For all I know she was a part of his crew, some random one night stand that's still hung up on him, or an old regular for his shipments." Luke told him, "Heck it could have just been the whisky she was drinking before I went over to talk to her. She didn't ask any more questions after that anyway and I haven't seen her since the day after the bar so it doesn't matter."

Biggs blinked at that, "Wait, the day after the bar? So you did get laid!" He exclaimed.

Ahsoka's eyes nearly popped out of her skull at the exclamation while Anakin paled and Padme shot the younger woman a glare.

"Yes, yes I did."

"And?" Biggs prompted.

"After she stopped asking questions she gave me a hard look, mumbled something about not being able to check something out until morning anyways, and presided to shove her tongue down my throat." Luke told him him a smirk, "When we finally came up for air she dragged me to one of those rent-a-room places near the docking bays and we 'danced the first dance' as it were."

Biggs whistled, "What about the next day? Did she ask for an encore?" He asked.

"Nah, she took one look at me, froze, seemed to have a small panic attack while whispering something about incest or something then thanked me for an- and I quote- 'very memorable and enjoyable night' before all but throwing me out of the room."

"Huh, weird way for that to happen." Biggs remarked, "Not the way it ended but how she went about it I mean."

"No I get what you mean." Luke assured his friend finally finishing the initial start up process for his project, happy that after this it would be a much faster start. "I didn't expect anything long term to come of it anyway. Fun as all get out night though. Anyway time to test this bad boy out!" He shouted gleefully.

Biggs just sighed in resignation, "I'll just call the medics and your Uncle then."

With that the vision wavered out of focus bringing it to an end. Immediately all eyes on the stage turned to face Ahsoka who herself could only stare blankly at where the image once was.

"Godmother my ass." Padme mumbled.

I really just like the crack ship of Luke and Ahsoka so I'm just throwing it in here a little bit. Don't worry though people who don't like it, I have no current plans for the two's relationship beyond this one night stand thing. Also for the record, Ahsoka was tipsy while Luke himself was just shy of hammered- I always pictured him as a high functioning drunk- so yeah Ahsoka is not a pedophile and Luke isn't a man-slut... okay that second one might not be true. I'm debating on it.

If anyone wants their relationship to continue in some form- beyond professional I mean- please to let me know!

I'm thinking next chapter should be Leia with a blaster at some kind of shooting range or something. Thoughts?

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Wingd Knight out.

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