SENTINEL Chapter 13, a star wars fanfic

This story takes place long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away ...

Coruscant

Anakin had almost been acting Vice Chancellor for three years. Obi-Wan still hesitated, not wanting to set the date for a new election until he saw a suitable candidate to put on the list, but he didn't want to end up like Mace Windu for inaction. So one afternoon he called Anakin to his apartment, more or less private.

"Sit down, Anakin, we have something to talk about."

"Yes, Master."

"God Lord, Anakin, am I still your master?"

"Yes, Master."

"I've said a hundred times, OK. , I give up. So. You've been at the top for three years, ruling this galaxy...how shall I put it...as iron Chancellor, but it works. There is peace and there are hardly any disputes with any dissatisfied people. The economy and trade are doing better than ever and people love you... and those who don't love you, they fear you. You have secured many authorizations for yourself through many new laws that benefit this style of government. It is no longer possible to say whether this is a democracy or a dictatorship, the borderlines are difficult to define, but the successes on the way to achieving the goal prove you right. Getting to the point, I know you're getting impatient as always...well, if I set the date for the new election, would you run?"

"That would take a lot from me...for the next five years..."

"You have successfully completed three successful ones. Can you imagine that…a democratically elected Supreme Chancellor?"

"I'm on driving, you mean, but I still need to talk to Padmé."

"I haven't had the impression lately anyway that you're particularly interested in her opinion."

"Ouch !"

"I'm just saying what I see."

"Master, I can't let her tell me how to run the business of government."

"Of course not. You are too good at what you do, too advanced."

"Well, Master, I'll think about it. On a different note, are my kids as good as I was?"

"They're good, but wait and see when they get into high school...I've got a candidate that could turn into a second Ferus Olin."

"Does he also have a female Master?"

"Have we ever talked about it?"

"It was not necessary."

"You've always been sooo bad...go now."

"I'll get in touch."

"Yes, ….and Anakin…"

"Yes, Master?"

"Please stop wearing those black clothes, you remind me of Palpatine."

"The psychologists say black is the color to hide behind and I don't like to show myself off."

"You have no reason to hide. May the Force be with you."

"May the force be with you too, master."

Anakin was going home, twins were already playing hologames, and Padmé was on her way from the Senate. C3PO prepared the food and Anakin had never engaged in an argument with him again, so he remained silent. He sat down in the living area and waited for Padmé. What should he tell her...that he wants to run for Supreme Chancellor? She won't be thrilled. Assuming he wins, that would mean five more years of having not much time for the Order's work, for Padmé, for Luke and Leia, and his social life for the past three years has consisted of receptions and balls. Did he really want that?...but the galaxy needs him, there is no one else left to do the daunting task...and then he thought of one...

...Obi-Wan...He had heard so many times from Obi-Wan about the beautiful Duchess of Mandalor and remembered that she had a nephew named Korkie, who, by the way resembled his Master very much. Of course not, but not Obi-Wan...or is it? This nephew of Duchess Satine Kryze was always very close to his aunt and not exactly clueless when it came to politics. His sense of justice was well known, which got him into a lot of trouble. He fought with his aunt against corruption that was very common on Mandalore.

Anakin thought of hiring him as his personal assistant, inducting him into government business, taking him under his wing, and within five years he would have learned enough to stand for election to Supreme Chancellor. He'll talk about that with Obi-Wan too, maybe he likes the idea.

"Hi Anakin, you're already home, did anything happen?"

"Not directly, but there's something I want to talk to you about."

"Let's talk about it."

"No, not now, later...in bed."

"Oh, there's really only one theme."

"Yeah, but we're not going to talk about that. This subject is practiced."

"Now I'm curious. Can we eat quickly and..."

"No, we still have children who want some of our time."

At that moment the twins ran into the big living room. "Daddy, we saw you in the Temple this afternoon, you come so seldom. Have you been to the High Council?"

"No, I was with the Obi-Wan."

"It was certainly not our fault, the others have challenged us."

"Oh? I think Obi-Wan forgot to tell me something what I'll hear from you now. Leia?"

"Well...Cubin said I couldn't get the microwave oven in the canteen for...ugh, to...overflowing..."

"Exploding, Leia." Luke said truthfully.

"Ugh, yeah...and then I sort of managed that and...then, the chef insisted I had to clean up the mess, like there weren't any cleaning droids for that."

"Leia, wanton destruction carries a penalty. He did the right thing by letting you wipe it up, but that won't be all. You will have to pay for the damage you caused."

"Yeah… sort of."

"How much does a microwave oven cost, Leia?"

"I don't know, maybe five credits?"

"Probably more. Padme, how much is a microwave oven?"

"Five hundred credits."

"How much pocket money do you get a month?"

"Ten credits."

"You are math genius Luke, how long will it take you both to pay off the damage?"

"Why me, Dad? Leia did it."

"And you didn't stop her even though you knew what she was doing was wrong, right?"

"Yeah… sort of."

"Yes or no, Luke?"

"Yes...and that's five hundred divided by twenty is twenty-five, so twenty-five months...that's almost half a standard year, Dad!"

"If we stop buying chocolate ice cream, it will go faster."

"That's unfair."

"Unfair is to wantonly destroy something. So, no chocolate ice cream, no HoloSwitch, holonet just for learning purposes and now: shower and go to bed, without dinner. Understood?"

"Yes Sir." And they both left with their heads bowed and tears in their eyes.

"That was tough, Anakin."

"Do you think I should have let it go?"

"You are too strict."

"And you're too soft. If it were up to you, there would have been a few words of admonition that they wouldn't even remember the next time they faced a challenge of this kind. They will definitely not forget this and it didn't physically hurt."

"Your style of government, as in the Senate, so at home."

"Speaking of the Senate. I had an extremely important conversation with Obi-Wan."

"Where, by the High Council?"

"No, in his apartment."

"Private then."

"No, only without another ears."

"And what was so sensitive that you..."

"Dinner will be on the table in ten minutes."

"I don't want to eat now, C3PO."

"I have everything prepared, so come to the table now, Master !"

Anakin and Padmé exchanged a surprised look, actually C3PO had been kind of irritable lately, uncharacteristically for a droid. "Charging station C3PO."

"I still have enough energy and I don't want to go to the charging station."

"This is going too far." Anakin said, reaching up and using the Force to turn him off. "When I'm home on the seventh day, I have to check his subroutine, he's acting absolutely weird with me. Fine, I'll take two Shuura Fruits and you go to the bedroom."

"Anakin, I'm not a girl from your harem to order me into the bedroom like that."

"You are my beloved wife and up to the bedroom I kiss the floor you walk on."

"You always know how to get me around."

"With Shuura Fruits."

They showered, he went to bed and she dried his hair. When she came out he was sitting on the bed leaning against the high padded headboard. He was naked, his half-erect manhood between his legs.

"My penis doesn't know if it's going to be used right away or if you want to talk first."

"If we talk first, I might not want him after that."

"I don't remember you ever turning him down."

She crawled onto the bed, onto his legs and straddled his lap. Anakin hugged her tightly and buried his head in the crook of her neck.

"I miss you so much, I miss you...how long haven't we had each other?"

"Two full days, Ani...too long." She laughed into his hair and ran her fingers through it.

He ran his hands down her sides, then grabbed her ass and forced her to rub against him. "Come on sit on it...ugh good so good... you always feel so good...my Angel..."

"Ani..."

"What, Angel, tell me what you want...I'll give you everything you need..."

"Take me from behind, hard."

"Are you sure?"

"Sure...and I need your hand here..."

She got up, knelt and leaned on outstretched arms. Positioning himself behind her, he grabbed her hips and slid inside her. His thrusts became faster and harder. She took his hand and guided his fingers to her sensitiv spot. He knew how to stimulate her until she reached orgasm. At that point, he made a few more slower thrusts and unloaded himself in her warmth. He leaned forward over her back and gasped into her hair. "I love you so much, my Angel." After a few long seconds, he pulled out and lay on his back, pulling Padme towards him so that she could rest her head on his chest.

"I love you Ani, how could I ever refuse you."

"Now, if you hear what I have to say to you..."

"Not even then, instead we can argue."

"Then let's get started. Obi-Wan intends to set the date for Supreme Canceller election and asked me if I wanted to run."

"Oh Anakin, that would be the next five years without family life, limited at best and then…."

"….my style of government? Padmé, I can't let it go until—"

"...until everyone has come to terms with living under a dictatorship?"

"Democracy before Palpatine was totally sluggish and inefficient, of course he didn't care about efficiency, he wanted to rule and dominate. It's not about that for me, it's about peace."

"I don't like seeing you at the top of this galaxy."

"Who would you like to see, who would even be able to lead at the moment?"

"Senator from Scipio."

"He or his son, who were you thinking of, Padmé?"

"Senator Ranius, let's be objective. He's one of the few who isn't corrupt and intelligent enough too."

"A high opinion of someone who wanted to oppress you, who allowed to outcast. You forget who got you out of there….a dictator."

"Anakin please, can't we have a sensible conversation?"

"What makes sense to you? That I leave the field to that old man? He stuks in his outdated traditions and is totally blind for needs of a modern, forward-thinking society. No Padmé, I will run for Supreme Chancellor."

"I thought you loved me, would finally dedicate yourself to your family."

"Padmé, I love you more than anything in this galaxy, for me there is only you and I will do everything you ask ...in this bedroom. Outside of this room, I am the head of the family, caring, sacrificing and protective father and husband, but when we leave this house and get into the Senate, if we are not alone in my office, you have to bow and have to address me with Your Excellence."

Padmé almost didn't say a word, but just one sentence fell out of her mouth before she pulled the covers up and turned her back on him.

"And you address me with MiLady."

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