AN: This is one idea that I keep thinking through and have decided to try writing it out. This takes my version of Anakin Skywalker and inserts him into the normal Star Wars universe. It takes place far later in that universe than I have currently written, so don't be surprised to see somethings that hadn't shown up there.
xXx
Anakin jerked awake moments before the alarms sounded through the Naboo Star.
He was on his feet and dashing up to the cockpit while probing the force for information only to collapse with a scream.
The force was different, as if it was being ripped apart around him before rebuilding itself.
No, he screamed in his head as he finally crawled into the the pilots seat, this is wrong!
And then it stopped, leaving a strange dark cloud that messed with his perceptions before fading slowly, the haze vanishing as the alarms began.
"Rate," he stated calmly to the astromech he kept aboard the transport, "Find out what happened."
A low tone came in response that made him chuckle, "And you wonder why I'd rather use Artoo."
Rate gave a rude sounding series of whistles but went about his job quickly.
Anakin had Rate as one of his companions when he'd left Naboo, the droid acting as a replacement for Artoo and a reward for his service against the Droid Control ship. The two were extremely different in their attitude, Rate being an aggravating pain in the ass on a good day but good at keeping the ship working.
And he'd left Artoo and Threepio on Loc with Nym before heading out to meet his wife on Coruscant. His mother and her husband had set up shop with the reformed pirate, forming a buffer between the hothead and Adi.
Hell, the Alliance of Three Worlds was currently one of the most stable portions of the Galaxy, but it had been a hard fight to get that working. Loc, Naboo, and Tattooine forming one of the oddest triumvirates in the galaxy.
All three had their own personal demons with the Trade Federation being responsible for Naboo and Loc's, while the Hutts had caused the chaos on Tattooine. And three other systems were having talks to join the group. Ossus, Ambria, and Lucazec.
And one other was considering it if the Jedi wouldn't leave them alone. Thon and his own Jedi were still following the older ways of the Order and with the Fallanassi forming part of the various traditions already common within the planets, they had begun to police themselves.
They had also remained part of the Republic, though the Jedi chafed at the way the systems had structured their laws.
A series of beeps and whistles brought him out of his thoughts and he grimaced.
"Rate," he asked after a moment, "Why the hell is a space battle happening over Coruscant?"
The rude response from the droid came with no answer.
"Damn it!" he growled, "Power up all weapons."
A beep.
"Yes, including the plasma canons," he stated, "I know they're dangerous."
Whistle.
"Yes, but in this situation I believe it's called for."
He knew the weapons were dangerous and deadly, hell, according to the designers if their plans were released there was no way in hell they'd be legal to own, even for warships, much less his transport. And adding that to all the other systems, the Star was powerful enough to take on almost any ship larger than it that was made.
And then the lines of hyperspace vanished and the battle stretched before him.
"What the hell are CIS cruiser doing here," he asked himself outloud, "And fighting Republic craft?"
His mind flashed back to the short war that had broken out, and the fracturing of the galaxy it brought. Palpatine had played everyone for fools, and with the near disaster at Geonosis that ended in the capture of Dooku that brought peace talks.
Hell, it was the fact that the madman, Cavik Toth, was planning on wiping out both sides that had ended hostilities there, causing both sides to work together to prevent the extermination of every living thing on the planet.
The end result had been the splintering of the Republic, leaving two major powers with the CIS and the Republic. Both of the governments were matched in power with the Corporate Sector.
That was the final chaos before the Hutts managed to get everyone angry at them at once. Hutt space was confined to a single system and a few other groupings of planets formed such as the Alliance of Three Worlds.
A trill from his copilot gave him the answer.
"Another dimension," he muttered, half to himself, "Padme's gonna skin me alive."
A brief pause, "So, whose side are we on?"
xXx
Anakin jerked awake moments before the alarms sounded through the Naboo Star.
He was on his feet and dashing up to the cockpit while probing the force for information only to collapse with a scream.
The force was different, as if it was being ripped apart around him before rebuilding itself.
No, he screamed in his head as he finally crawled into the the pilots seat, this is wrong!
And then it stopped, leaving a strange dark cloud that messed with his perceptions before fading slowly, the haze vanishing as the alarms began.
"Rate," he stated calmly to the astromech he kept aboard the transport, "Find out what happened."
A low tone came in response that made him chuckle, "And you wonder why I'd rather use Artoo."
Rate gave a rude sounding series of whistles but went about his job quickly.
Anakin had Rate as one of his companions when he'd left Naboo, the droid acting as a replacement for Artoo and a reward for his service against the Droid Control ship. The two were extremely different in their attitude, Rate being an aggravating pain in the ass on a good day but good at keeping the ship working.
And he'd left Artoo and Threepio on Loc with Nym before heading out to meet his wife on Coruscant. His mother and her husband had set up shop with the reformed pirate, forming a buffer between the hothead and Adi.
Hell, the Alliance of Three Worlds was currently one of the most stable portions of the Galaxy, but it had been a hard fight to get that working. Loc, Naboo, and Tattooine forming one of the oddest triumvirates in the galaxy.
All three had their own personal demons with the Trade Federation being responsible for Naboo and Loc's, while the Hutts had caused the chaos on Tattooine. And three other systems were having talks to join the group. Ossus, Ambria, and Lucazec.
And one other was considering it if the Jedi wouldn't leave them alone. Thon and his own Jedi were still following the older ways of the Order and with the Fallanassi forming part of the various traditions already common within the planets, they had begun to police themselves.
They had also remained part of the Republic, though the Jedi chafed at the way the systems had structured their laws.
A series of beeps and whistles brought him out of his thoughts and he grimaced.
"Rate," he asked after a moment, "Why the hell is a space battle happening over Coruscant?"
The rude response from the droid came with no answer.
"Damn it!" he growled, "Power up all weapons."
A beep.
"Yes, including the plasma canons," he stated, "I know they're dangerous."
Whistle.
"Yes, but in this situation I believe it's called for."
He knew the weapons were dangerous and deadly, hell, according to the designers if their plans were released there was no way in hell they'd be legal to own, even for warships, much less his transport. And adding that to all the other systems, the Star was powerful enough to take on almost any ship larger than it that was made.
And then the lines of hyperspace vanished and the battle stretched before him.
"What the hell are CIS cruiser doing here," he asked himself outloud, "And fighting Republic craft?"
His mind flashed back to the short war that had broken out, and the fracturing of the galaxy it brought. Palpatine had played everyone for fools, and with the near disaster at Geonosis that ended in the capture of Dooku that brought peace talks.
Hell, it was the fact that the madman, Cavik Toth, was planning on wiping out both sides that had ended hostilities there, causing both sides to work together to prevent the extermination of every living thing on the planet.
The end result had been the splintering of the Republic, leaving two major powers with the CIS and the Republic. Both of the governments were matched in power with the Corporate Sector.
That was the final chaos before the Hutts managed to get everyone angry at them at once. Hutt space was confined to a single system and a few other groupings of planets formed such as the Alliance of Three Worlds.
A trill from his copilot gave him the answer.
"Another dimension," he muttered, half to himself, "Padme's gonna skin me alive."
A brief pause, "So, whose side are we on?"
