Star Wars One Shot
It was done. The dead forms of Anakin and Palpatine lay at opposite ends of the room. Obi Wan Kenobi stood fatigued in the middle of the Emperors office with the active red lightsaber by his side. He'd accomplished what Master Yoda and Master Windu had failed to. He'd bought an end to the Sith. But it wasn't over. Sidious, moments before his death had triggered bombs all over Coruscant and had killed thousands, maybe millions while destroying the planets water, power and environmental systems. Many in the higher towers of Coruscant had suffocated to death as their apartments lost their atmosphere. Where millions of sentient beings once existed, now a deep scar in the Force echoed with their voices and screams. He deactivated and threw the Sith weapon aside and used the force to retrieve his own.
"It is done." Kenobi said as a single tear rolled down his cheek. The doors to the office opened to reveal a heavily pregnant Padmé Amidala and a Clone Trooper escort.
"Obi Wan what are you doing here? Anakin!" Padmé screamed. She raced over to her dead husband and burst into tears. The Clones raised their weapons at the Jedi Master.
"Ma'am, what should we do with Master Kenobi?" The Clone Commander known as Strike asked.
"Padmé, he was an instrument of the dark side." Kenobi defended.
"Leave him." Padmé managed through the tears.
"Ma'am?" Strike asked, confused. The Jedi had just killed the Chancellor/Emperor and Anakin Skywalker, yet Senator Amidala didn't want to arrest him on charges of treason.
"He has saved the Republic and killed the Sith. That is what the Jedi Order is meant to do." Padmé informed, tears still rolling down her cheeks and falling onto her husband's face.
"Yes, my lady." Strike nodded, lowering his weapon and leaving the room. Kenobi approached the distraught Senator and crouched down beside her.
"Padmé, I had no other choice." Kenobi admitted.
"There was still good in him. I know there was." Padmé snapped.
"I did my duty." Kenobi said, trying to make himself believe it was necessary. Padmé continued to cry, nothing Obi Wan could say would make this okay.
A surge in the force, Assaj Ventress could no longer feel the presence of Darth Sidious. With Dooku, Grievous, Lord Vader and now Sidious dead, she was the only remaining leader in the Separatist alliance. This Lord Vader had already slaughtered the Separatist leaders on Mustafar and she was all that remained. Even now her frigate was bound for the volcanic world in the hopes of reactivating the droid armies and resuming the Clone Wars under her leadership.
"Mistress, we are approaching the Mustafar system." The BX-Series droid commando pilot informed.
"Excellent. Prepare my shuttle, I will go to the surface and activate the hidden foundries." Assaj smiled.
"Yes, Mistress." The droid nodded.
Soon the Clone Wars would resume and the galaxy would join her empire or burn. The doors to the bridge opened and Cad Bane, Gizor Dellso and Bossk all joined Assaj on the bridge and watched as the ship exited hyperspace over the fiery world.
Padmé screamed in agony. Her labour had started. Her Clone escort and Kenobi had carried her back to the transport and flew her straight to the closest medical facility. She of course didn't want to leave Anakin's body, but he had carried her regardless of the slaps he'd received. He stood looking through the window as the medical droid coached the senator through the birth. Within minutes of arriving, the first child had been born. A boy, lay in a small tray as a second droid cleaned and examined him.
Shock shot across Obi Wans features as he reached out to the boy with the force. This child was strong in the force, stronger perhaps than his father. More shock came as the newly delivered girl was also force sensitive. A third medical droid entered the room and examined the little girl.
Padmé closed her eyes as exhaustion took a hold of her and her body demanded rest. To Obi Wans relief, Padmé was still alive. A figure to his right caught his attention and he turned to find Senator Bail Organa stood looking at his sleeping friend.
"She's alright, just in need of rest." Obi Wan reassured his ally.
"That is welcome news, however I came to see you." Bail admitted.
"What is it?" Kenobi asked, concerned.
"The senate is at a loss. With Palpatine dead, the Jedi Order in ruins and the Clone Army scattered, they are unsure of how to proceed. You are the only remaining Jedi Master and they have requested your presence." Organa informed.
"When?" Obi Wan nodded.
"Tomorrow if possible, in the meantime, I will issue the recall order to all forces. We will pull back to Republic boarders until the Separatist forces re-emerge." Organa replied.
"Very well, I shall be there. Can you countermand the order to kill Jedi?" Kenobi asked, unwilling to take his eyes off of Padmé.
"That order has already been transmitted, we are hopeful that it isn't too late." Bail informed.
"Thank you." Obi Wan nodded. He of course knew that most, if not all, of the Jedi Order was already dead. But it would mean the Clones wouldn't shoot at him or any other survivors on sight.
This was it, the world that had taken years to find. Quinlan Vos stood on the bridge of the Republic Star Destroyer Resistance and looked out at the world in front of him. He'd managed to finally find the coordinates to this long forgotten world after years of searching the galaxy. He had intended to seek permission from the Jedi Council to investigate this world, but now that the Clones had turned against them, he doubted they even existed anymore.
Quinlan looked at the man approaching him. Master Tholme walked over to his former apprentice with the closest thing to a smile the human could muster in these dark times. He was flanked by the Neti Jedi Master T'ra Saa, Tholme's secret lover, and Khaleen Hentz, the mother of a new member to the Vos clan.
"Masters, Khaleen." Vos nodded as he continued to look out at the world in front of the ship.
"Quinlan, we did it. I wasn't so sure we'd make it off Kashyyyk with so many Clones shooting at us, but we did it." Tholme congratulated the man.
"Thank you, Master." Vos bowed his head in respect. While it was true that it had taken weeks of planning, hours of fighting and a Wookie army, they'd finally managed to escape the Clone controlled world and set course for this ancient planet.
"We saved so many Wookies, what will we do with them all?" T'ra asked, looking around as the Wookies on the bridge examined the Republic hardware.
"This world will be safe for them. They are a hardy people and we will be there to help them." Khaleen reminded.
"Of course we will, but many of them didn't want to leave Kashyyyk and I doubt those feelings would have changed in the past few days." Tholme explained.
"They shall return to Kashyyyk one day, when this is over." Vos stated boldly.
"Until then, we should begin heading to the surface and plan our next move." Khaleen said confidently.
"Indeed." Tholme nodded.
Kenobi sat silently meditating in Amidala's room with the twins sleeping nearby in a shared cot. He was reflecting on the events of the day and imagining what would happen tomorrow. Killing Anakin had been the hardest thing he'd ever had to do. To kill a son, a brother and a close friend was something that the Jedi Order had not prepared him to do.
"Obi Wan?" The Senators voice asked from the darkness. Kenobi opened his eyes to find Padmé sat up in bed looking at the Jedi Master concerned. Random objects from around the room were now floating around the form of the Jedi.
"I'm sorry if I disturbed you." Kenobi said. Focusing the force, he returned the objects back to their places and slowly stood up. His brown robes were still grimy from his fight with Anakin and Palpatine. Burn marks from the stray bolts of force lightening that had hit him, sweat patches and blood from his many received punches were scattered down his robes. He hadn't left Padmé or the twins alone for even a minute.
"You didn't disturb me." Padmé said looking over at the cot. Tears began forming in her eyes and she lashed out at Obi Wan. An unexpected slap met his cheek, followed by another and another until her arms ached and dropped onto the bed. Kenobi didn't say anything. His face was numb from the pain and he avoided the gaze that Padmé was giving him.
"I am truly sorry." Obi Wan finally managed.
"You left them without a father, and I will never forgive you." Amidala cried.
"I understand." Kenobi nodded. He removed his lightsaber from his belt and placed it on the bed beside them.
"What is this?" Padmé hissed.
"My life is now yours." Obi Wan said, removing his hand from the hilt.
"I don't want it." Padmé snapped.
"If you want it or not, it is yours." Kenobi informed.
"I don't want it!" Padmé barked. She picked up the Jedi weapon and threw it at the wall. She expected Kenobi to use the Force to halt its impact, but to her surprise it slammed into the wall and dropped to the floor.
"Obi Wan, I'm sorry." Padmé cried as the Jedi Master stood up. He didn't leave the room or retrieve his weapon, he merely returned to his spot and continued his meditations. He listened to the crying Padmé Amidala and let the Force take him.
Bail Organa stood in the Chancellors office looking at the two bodies. It had taken him 5 hours to finally get around to removing the bodies of the former Emperor and his apprentice from the office. He'd been busy with the emergency session of the Senate, talking with Obi Wan Kenobi and issuing orders to the Clone Army. Now at midnight, Coruscant time, was he finally able to attend to this job.
As the Clones came in carrying medical capsules, Bail walked over to each body and retrieved the lightsabers. Bail thought it wise to take these weapons to Obi Wan, he would know what to do with them, but that could wait until morning. The Senator for Alderaan was tired. He looked out of the large, shattered window over the cityscape beyond. Coruscant was a world on the edge. It would take months, if not years, to repair the damage that Sidious had done in mere seconds.
As soon as the bombs had detonated, he'd ordered Clones to investigate and inspect the damage. Hundreds had been left without homes and thousands had died. Ships from nearby systems were on their way to relocate these new homeless individuals. But water and power was still out over most of the planet. Luckily, the medical centres had their back-up generators in the event of an emergency, such as a Senator giving birth to her children in the dead of night.
"The city that never sleeps." Bail said. While it was true that most nights, ships and speeders were zooming around the towers of the planet, tonight there seemed to be nothing. No ships, no speeders and no transports to create huge lanes of traffic. Bail turned to watch as the Clones packed up their equipment and ferried the bodies away from the room.
Drifting though deep space. So much drifting and for so many years. The huge Rakatan space station known only as the Star Forge floated dormant in space. On board the seemingly abandoned station, power began crackling though the ancient power conduits. The computer hummed to life and instantly detected the lack of charge within its capacitors, it activated the solar extractors and began syphoning power from the Lehon systems primary star.
On the command deck, also called Deck 1, a sole occupant worked on a computer terminal. His slim yet muscular form was typing furiously as he worked to restore the Star Forge. It had taken over four-thousand years for the ancient astromechs to rebuild the station. The Star Forge was one of two key installations that would make his plans come to fruition.
The Star Forge would build his fleets and the Foundry would build his droid armies. Revan had spent the last four-thousand years slowly removing the taint of the dark side that occupied the Star Forge. Using the stations advanced stasis technology to survive the centuries, Revan had used the time to gain a greater understanding of the force. He'd even bought Juhani and Jolee out of stasis to help his Rakatan training. Jolee's face at the new techniques had been quite a sight.
His two lightsabers hung on his belt neatly. His Sith lightsaber that he'd received from Uthar Wynn now held a purple crystal instead of the original red crystal, while his Jedi lightsaber that he'd built himself during his retraining still held the blue coloured crystal. Both lightsabers had been heavily modified with Rakatan technologies. He'd even been so bored during his periods of training , that he'd added the same modifications to his companions weapons.
Soon the Jedi Master would reveal himself to the galaxy and begin fighting the evil that his visions had shown.
Kenobi stood, nervously, on one of the repulsor pods in the senate chamber. The Chancellors podium was empty and looked barren. This large hall still had scars from the clash between Yoda and Sidious that had occurred nearly a week ago. Obi-Wan was here to answer the senate's questions, nothing more, nothing less.
Obi-Wan felt bare and nude without his Lightsaber, he wasn't defenceless, but it did subtract from his defensive capabilities. He was no longer wearing sweaty and ripped robes, instead he donned simple street clothes with limited military armour that his rank required.
"The floor now recognises Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, the only surviving member of the Jedi high council and the slayer of the Sith threat." Bail Organa announced. The pod containing the Jedi departed from its resting place and made its way into the centre of the room.
"Thank you, Senator." Obi-Wan nodded. Bail nodded in return and looked around the assembly.
"Master Kenobi, you are here to answer for recent events." Bail informed.
"I am." Kenobi said quickly.
"Then tell us, why did you kill not just a fellow Jedi, but also the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic." Bail said, reading off of a data pad.
"The Jedi in question had in fact fallen to the dark side and aided the Supreme Chancellor, who was in fact the Sith behind the Clone Wars, in destroying the Jedi Order." Kenobi informed.
"Do you have any evidence that Palpatine was in fact a Sith?" Bail asked, still reading off of the pad.
"I do. I have data recovered from Palpatine's computers that shows he was behind the Clone Wars, Dooku, Grievous and even terrorist cells like Deathwatch on Mandalor." Kenobi answered, holding up a data disc.
"What will you do now?" Bail asked, looking up from the pad.
"That is not for me to say." The Jedi shook his head.
"Will you rebuild the Jedi Order?" Bail questioned. Obi-Wan began stroking his beard.
"I will rebuild the order, but change is needed. The Republic can no longer rely on our protection, you must now protect us." Obi-Wan said, looking around the hall.
"What should be done about the Clone armies?" Bail asked, looking back at the data pad.
"That is a decision for the new Supreme Chancellor." Kenobi replied.
"Who would you recommend for the position of Chancellor?" Bail quickly asked.
"It is not my place to recommend a Chancellor." Obi-Wan shook his head.
"As a hero of the Republic and a General in the Republic military, your input is requested." Bail informed.
"There are many senators that would do well in the position, but my recommendation is Senator Amidala." The Jedi Master said bluntly.
"Thank you Master Jedi, you may go." Organa nodded.
"Thank you." Kenobi bowed in respect. His pod slowly backed away from Organa's and docked with its slot.
"Now, I believe Representative Binks from Naboo would like to bring a matter to our attention." Bail informed, gesturing to the approaching hover pod.
"Thanking you-sa, senata. Members of-a dis-a Senate, I would like-a to talk-a to you-sa about the position of Supreme Chancella. Me-sa proposes that we-sa elect a new Big Boss and begin rebuilding of da Republic. Me-sa nominates Senata Amidala. She-sa moy moy Senata and would make good Chancella." Binks recited his practised speech. The words he spoke had been heard and had caused whispering amongst the many senators in the large room.
"Shall we have a vote?" Bail asked, looking around at the many different faces that filled the hover pods around him.
Padmé sat up on the bed holding Luke. A medical droid was hovering nearby with Leia in its mechanical arms. Padmé looked over at the meditating form of Obi-Wan. His lightsaber was now resting on the mantle, where the cleaning droid had placed it, untouched by either of them since the week before.
The familiar sound of the door opening caused Padmé to look away from the Jedi Master. Her eyes locked onto Bail Organa, a welcome friend. He was wearing a strange outfit, obviously his informal clothing, but she'd only ever seen him during official meetings.
"Padmé, how are you?" Bail smiled.
"I am well senator, yourself?" Padmé smiled, still weak from the past week's events.
"I am very well, thank you. May I?" Bail smiled, indicating to Leia, who was wrapped in a pink blanket.
"Yes, of course." Padmé smiled, noticing the twitch from Obi-Wan. Bail gently removed Leia from the care of the droid and looked at her sleeping face.
"What is her name?" Bail asked.
"Leia Amidala Skywalker." Padmé replied, noticing a flash of shock on Organa's face.
"Skywalker, Anakin? He's the father?" Bail asked, surprised.
"He was their father and my husband." Padmé snapped.
"But I thought the Jedi were forbidden from attachments, let alone marriage." Organa blurted out.
"They were, Anakin broke the code." Kenobi said from his position. Bail hadn't noticed his presence until he uttered those words.
"Master Kenobi, my apologise, I didn't see you there." Bail said to the sitting Jedi.
"It is quite alright senator, I was aware of you from the moment you entered the room." Kenobi muttered.
"So that is why you killed Anakin, he broke the code." Bail nodded in understanding.
"You are incorrect, senator. Yes Anakin broke the code, but the Jedi do not kill Jedi for such things. Anakin turned to the dark side and aided the Sith." Kenobi corrected him.
"I see. Well I have the lightsabers recovered from the Chancellor's office awaiting your retrieval." Bail informed Obi-Wan.
"Thank you, senator." Kenobi said, bluntly.
"Of course. Padmé, there is a reason I came here. There was an emergency session of the Senate earlier, one that Master Kenobi attended." Organa informed.
"Why was I not summoned?" Padmé asked, obviously annoyed.
"Because, myself and Representative Binks believed that you were not needed." Bail replied.
"Representative Binks is not the voice of Naboo! It is not in his authority to decide which Senate meetings I am to attend!" Padmé barked in uncontrolled rage, causing Luke to stir.
"No, but it is well within the authority of Queen Neeyutnee." Bail explained. Padmé sat in silence for several seconds before submitting.
"Then, I shall trust Her Majesties judgement." Padmé nodded.
"There was a reason we could not have you attend such a meeting." Bail admitted.
"What reason could that possibly be?" Padmé questioned.
"We had an emergency session to vote on a new Chancellor. The vote was unanimous, congratulations Chancellor Amidala-Skywalker." Bail smiled. Padmé sat stunned, unbelieving. It was every senator's dream to be elected Supreme Chancellor and to be elected unanimously was unheard of.
"Thank you Senator, I shall have to think about taking to position. I do have other responsibilities now." Padmé said, looking at Luke and then glimpsing over at Leia.
"Very well, I shall take my leave." Bail said while handing Leia back to the droid that stood nearby.
"Good day, Senator." Padmé nodded, unsure of which emotion to project.
"Good day, Chancellor." Bail bowed in respect before leaving the room.
Assaj Ventress couldn't help but smile. A smile that was wicked and dark. Her personal shuttle was approaching the future of her empire. Across the galaxy, droids had shut down during battle and had been obliterated by clone forces.
Now the clone armies were in retreat and she had an opportunity to strike, but she no longer had the forces necessary. So she would wait for the Republic to make its next move, while she quietly rebuilt her armies and fleets over Mustafar.
Ahead, a Subjugator-class heavy cruiser sat idle. The last Subjugator-class in existence was now her flagship, the Obliterator. She would use this vessel to burn into existence the foundations of her empire, but first it needed to be bought back online.
Jabba the Hutt sat on what he liked to call his throne. It didn't look anything like a throne, but for a Hutt, it was a perfect equivalent. Ever since the Clone Wars had begun, Jabba had been planning and plotting. He was going to resurrect the Hutt Empire. For centuries the Hutt families were known as crime lords and pirates leaders. But Jabba was about to change that. He'd been funnelling credits into the training of his own private army. Trained by a band of Mandalorian Mercenaries that'd served him for many years, they were going to be just as good as the Republics clone army.
His recruits consisted of slaves, but they had been put through intense training and physiological conditioning to make them loyal soldiers. That combined with the best weapons and equipment his foundries could manufacture, they could match anything the Republic or Separatists could throw at them. While the Clones had years of training and the Separatist Droids had combat programming, Jabba's army would have
Now all Jabba needed was ships. The major shipyards over Kuat, Byss, Fondor, Hast and Corellia were all aligned to the Republic while Gwori, Raxus Prime, Sullust, Rendili and Selonia were building vessels for the Separatists. While Jabba could take control of one of the un-claimed shipyards, he risked the Separatists or Republic stepping in to stop him. If he took one of these shipyards, he also ran the risk of them discovering his intentions. He would use the planet where he was training his secret army, but he needed a shipyard to orbit the planet.
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