Saga THE FIRST TIME (Anakin-Padme struggle to have their wedding night) OOOH FINALE POSTED!

Shakes head at latest revelation by esteemed author. Well at least I still enjoying your story so far. But I guess I never responded to be put on your PM list. I like this alot so please put me on it. Thanks!

 

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The Jedi Temple hummed with activity. But it wasn't the usual traffic that flooded the temple's halls... These pedestrians were children and padawans who were too young to fight in the raging battle of the Clone Wars --- which was depleting the Jedi forces with shocking alacrity. Anakin raced by them to the Jedi Control Tower, where the Jedi Council awaited his next report. He was late. It almost seemed as though the chancellor held him up just to tick the masters off. Anakin was tired of being caught in the middle of their political jousting. A month or two ago he was a decorated hero of the clone wars. But now, he was just a sad memory of himself, a pawn... and it was wearing on him... wearing on him heavily. Compounding his problems were the intensifying nightmares of Padme dying in childbirth. And it seemed the only way to avoid the nightmares was to avoid sleep altogether. So he was tired too. And hungry.

His eyes sagged.

Anakin entered the meeting, met by Master Windu's cavalier attitude about his being late again. Anakin made his apologies then sat beside the blue holopresence of Master Plo Koon. He usually sat by Obi Wan. But Obi Wan was on Utapau, confronting General Grievous.

"It's been confirmed. General Grievous has been destroyed," Mace said.

There was an outburst of murmuring in the room. The blue holopresence of Yoda spoke:

"Good news this is. Confront the chancellor we must. Ask him, we will to concede power to the Senate and restore the Republic to its former glory."

Anakin sighed. Here they are with that again. Was it not the chancellor who told them where Grievous was? Is this the thanks he was to get? Could he not rejoice in the end of the war before the council were pouncing on him?

Master Windu turned to Anakin, as though sensing his reluctance. Without comment on them, he spoke...

"Anakin, take note. Tell the chancellor that General Grievous has been destroyed and that the war is over. He is to return full power to the senate, ending his reign."

And that's for you to decide? Anakin opened his mouth, but said nothing. What Master Windu spoke sounded suspiciously like politics to him. And the Jedi weren't politicians. They were keepers of the peace. So what was Master Windu talking about?

"Watch the chancellor closely... see his reaction to this news, and report them to us when you're done."

"Yes, Master Windu."

Anakin stalked out of the meeting, heading straight to his speeder to carry out Master Windu's orders. His order to spy on the chancellor... the order to commit treason, the order to betray his friend.

He closed the top of his speeder with a sigh, an ominious feeling overcoming him. A dread clanged at the bottom of his heart like a bean in an empty metal tank. The speeder lifted. Anakin flew top speed to the Senate Hall. He flew past Padme's balcony, knowing she was inside, knowing she was there, waiting on him.

Some minutes later, Anakin strode down the hall and into the chancellor's office past the redrobes as he had always done. They never stopped him. When it came to Anakin, the chancellor had an open door policy.

The leader sat behind his desk, chair facing the big window behind him as he gazed onto the busy Coruscant sky. Off in the distance stars exploded and rocketed through the atmosphere, incinerating into plumes of smoke. Only, these weren't stars. They were ships destroyed in the raging battle over their planet. Droid and Clones alike.

"You see that Anakin? The beauty of it... the magnificience?" Palpatine inhaled, as though smelling a bed of marsh flowers. "Invigorating isn't it?"

"What, sir?"

"Smoke... the smell of fire and burning flesh. The smell of defeat in the air..."

Palpatine spun his chair around in a dramatic flourish, an hand motioning toward Anakin. "Please... sit my boy... what can I do for you?" He smiled, a benign look upon his face.

How could the Council think this man unworthy of being Chancellor? Unworthy of staying in office?

"The Council has sent a message. General Grievous has been dest

 

Everything suddenly made sense... this whole war. Obi Wan told him to search his feelings and that something was not right with the chancellor. But the chancellor was his friend. The one person he could talk to about anything. Who were they to decide he was evil? Who were the Jedi to decide that Palpatine should be executed over a philosophical difference?

Anakin docked his speeder on the Jedi landing dock and ran inside. His legs were shaky and buckled when he touched the elevator. They didn't want him to kill his friend? They couldn't ask him to do it...

And Padme... how would he save Padme if Palpatine were dead?

Anakin entered the control room were Master Windu waited .

"Master Windu," he panted, his voice as heavy as lead... "It's--" Anakin fell over, leaning against the Master. Mace Windu held him up, a look of concern on his face. He searched Anakin's eyes.

"What's wrong? Can you speak?"

"Master...Master Windu... it was him--- he, Palpatine--"

"Center yourself, Anakin, breathe...meditate."

Anakin panted, steadying himself at last, though still unable to control his quivering hands.

"Palpatine is the Sith Lord we were looking for."

Master Windu's stomach rolled, awash with feelings of dread. "Are you sure?"

"He confessed!" Anakin was near tears but didn't know why he was crying. Was it Palpatine's betrayal? Or was it the fact that the Palpatine might die, taking the secret to save Padme with him?

"Then our worse fears have been realized. I will deal with the chancellor. You will go upstairs and wait for us."

"But, Master--"

"If you wish to earn my trust, then you will stay here."

Windu laid consoling hands on Anakin's shoulders.

"Yes, master."

Anakin turned on his heels, wondering how they would arrest the chancellor without the chosen one. He went upstairs to the Room of a Thousand Fountains and waited as instructed. Seconds were like minutes, minutes were like hours, and hours like days. They were going to kill the chancellor... he could feel it. Anakin stood on the balcony and gazed at blazing Coruscant skies and felt somewhere out in the distance, that Padme too, stood and gazed as she watched for his ship. A ship that would never come. Their love leapt and bound, overcoming time and distance to unite them in spirit. He could almost smell her in the air.

Padme had once asked him... if he had to choose between her and the Order, what would he choose? The answer had eluded him since the day they married, but now that answer was clearer to him than ever. Master Windu said, if he wished to earn his trust... why care about an order that didn't trust him anyway? Did they not think of him as a brother?

To Padme, there was no "if". He was. He was her husband and the father of her child. Anakin turned, suddenly not caring that he disobeyed a direct order anymore. He ran from the Room of a Thousand Fountains as fast as he could to the top of the Jedi Temple where his speeder waited.

The speeder raced across Coruscant, toward Senate Hall. He landing his ship on the landing bay nearest to the chancellor's office and leapt out, without even a hint of consideration for where he even landed the ship. Already his lightsaber was in hand. His heart pounded and his legs carried him faster than he had ever run. He could only think of what they were doing to his friend.

Anakin pushed the door the Chancellor's office open, finding a pile of bodies blocking the way. Two of those bodies were headless, one belonging to his friend Kit Fisto. Anakin's heart filled with ever deepening dread. He looked around but could not find the chancellor or Master Windu. Until he heard the distant whirring sound of lightsabers clashing.

He raced toward that sound. A few offices down, the Master and the Sith Lord battled in a window. The ever powerful Master Windu stood over a cringing Chancellor Palpatine.

"You have lost, my lord," Windu was saying.

The chancellor, having already sensed Anakin, turned and looked at the Jedi. "Anakin! Save me. I told you they were conspiri

 

Padme and Anakin landed on Mygeeto. A cold, frigid planet of mostly thick crystalline ice. It's people were a lemur-like race and lived in modernized highly technological cities made of ice. Padme exhaled, then watched as the very breath from her mouth turned into a mist of frozen crystals. She wore a thick linen cloak that belonged to Anakin in his early Padawan days. It was too small for him now, anyway, though too big for her. But warm enough to protect her and the baby.

"Anakin... why are we here? It's so cold," she murmured, leaning her head against his shoulder.

"It's one of few places not under control by the Jedi. It was already secured by Ki Adi Mundi and his battalion of clone troops shortly after the Chancellor died. I also chose Mygeeto because..." he smiled, "in the language here, Mygeeto means gem. You're my gem," he said, cupping her chin. "The people here are good. They will help us."

"What if Ki Adi comes back?"

"He won't. As long as there is stability on the planet, the council will see no reason to send him here. The Jedi are needed elsewhere. Otherwise, I will kill him if I must."

"Don't talk like that," Padme snapped. "I don't want to hear anything else about killing."

"I'm sorry my love." Anakin paused, bringing his anger to a controllable level. He held his head down, their suitcases slung over his broad shoulders. "It wasn't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to fulfill the prophecy, then announce my retirement. Everything is wrong. Wrong, Padme." His body slumped beneath the black cape he wore, and his head seemed to disappear behind the hood that concealed his face. "You were right. I ruined our lives."

Padme gave him a look of utter surprise. "When did I say you ruined our lives? Anakin, if I had to do it over again I would. Please, don't talk like this..." she rubbed his arm.

"When I first proposed when we were back on Naboo, you said we couldn't be together because a relationship would ruin our lives. You were right. Look at all that's happened."

"Do you regret the baby too?"

"I regret nothing. But ruining your life and career. You shouldn't be on the run here in this cold place with me."

Anakin dropped their suitcases and looked around. Padme drew close to Anakin and laid her head on his chest.

"There's no other place I'd rather be. Anakin... you think Obi Wan might help us?"

"No. Don't even mention his name. He's one of them and can't be trusted."

"But he loves you," Padme proclaimed.

"He's as loyal to the Order as anyone I have ever met. If directed by the council to turn on me, he would. Besides... the Jedi are in the process of rebuilding the Republic. They've taken over the chancellor's office, they've installed the Order's most politically astute Jedi, Ayrua Securla into office. The Senate is under their control now. I hate to say it, but Palpatine was right. The Jedi did exactly as he said they would, they have overthrown the Republic."

"The Republic was corrupt, Anakin... it needed to be done."

"It's against the tenets of the Order. Thousands of years of down a black hole.. and they talk about me! They're all hypocrites and I'm glad to be done with them. From now on, it's you, me, and the baby. That's all that matters."

"That and finding a new home," Padme replied.

"Already done. I made arrangements prior to coming here. Our house is just above that crystal enclave. It's modest, compared to what we're used to, but it will do."

"I don't care, as long as we're together."


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Obi Wan stood at the center of the Room of a Thousand Fountains, pacing back and forth as the council questioned him. All of the members were there. Either in blue holopresence form, or physically present in the room. Mace Windu led the discussion while the Supreme leader of the Jedi, Master Yoda watched passively from his seat.
"You've not had any communication with Anakin Skywalker? Any idea where he might have gone?"

Obi Wan rubbed his beard. He disliked the

 

Threepio and Artoo were having a difficult time. They weren't exactly designed to walk on slabs of ice. Much less an ice bridge several blocks long. D210 was none the better, her wheels rolling her forward, then causing her to slip back when they reached the hilly incline. Twice, Anakin left Padme's side to push the little droid ahead, a look of frustration on his face.

Gobi, a little lemur-like man, grumbled something about catching up and not having all day. Padme wondered if the native would tell them where to find fur boots, matching hat, and wool stoles similar to the one he wore over his stubby body. Gobi was Anakin's friend. A man he met many years ago when he was only a teen --- a padawan under Obi Wan's care. Anakin used to sneak to Mygeeto when Obi Wan was asleep or away on business, and he and Gobi would play cards, scamming the other players, all of whom were unaware of Anakin's force sensibilities. After the game, Gobi would split their take in half between them. Anakin had won the man plenty of money -- just for his own amusement, and in turn had earned Gobi's loyalty.

Padme looked on as Gobi and Anakin spoke Watto's language. Padme was saddened to see how easily Anakin could call upon the words. How fluently he spoke the language still. They stopped before a shack in what appeared to be in a not-so-good neighborhood. It was worse than where the twi-leks lived in the sub-levels of Coruscant.

Gobi turned and looked at Padme. "Welcome to yous new home."

Padme gave the man a nervous smile. "Thank you, Gobi. For helping us."

Anakin slipped to Padme's side, his hands on her shoulders. "Well, it's not like we needed any help," he countered. "But thanks nonetheless..."

"Eh EH," Gobi grunted. "I take care to keep you secret, yes?"

"Good man," Anakin replied. "Take good care, and I'll be sure to take good care of you."

The pair nodded knowingly. Padme gazed curiously at Gobi as he walked away. Anakin stood before the door of their new home, his back to her. He crumbled a fist and busted the door down. A cloud of dust rose to their faces causing poor Padme to cough excessively.

"Oh my!" Threepio exclaimed... "This... isn't our new home is it?"

Artoo: Beep boo beep boo! arrrrrrppp! (chattering)

Ignoring them, Anakin walked inside. The misfit crew reluctantly followed.

"It's not perfect," said Anakin in an overly cheerful tone. A line of chalk in the shape of a man's body marked the floor. He stood over it, hoping to hide it from Padme. "But we'll make the best of it, right?"

Padme slid into his waiting arms. "I wasn't afraid on Tattoine, and I'm not afraid now." The senator didn't sound as convinced as Threepio wanted her to.

"Master Skywalker, something appears to be staring at us."

Threepio's plates began to chatter. Anakin turned, looking around. He didn't sense anything out of the ordinary.

Threepio pointed. "There, master..."

Beneath the sofa, an eyeball stared up at them from the floor. Anakin bent down and picked it up, holding it as though it were a marble. "Nothing to worry about," he replied, stuffing it into his pocket.

Threepio met Padme's rueful gaze. "Right, my love... there's nothing to worry about. Threepio, I'm tired. You think you could do something with the place? Make it look a little... cleaner?"

"If I were a magician..." the droid mumbled.

Artoo opened a compartment in the trunk of his body, using one of his little arms to dust a nearby table with a ratty old cloth.

"I suppose if Artoo can do it..." Threepio mumbled, thinking how he was better off on Coruscant... heck, maybe a scrap yard would have been better than this.

Padme moved to sit on the sofa, but Anakin grabbed her arm, pulling her back up. "I think I might want to inspect it first." He ripped off the dust covered sheet that covered orange cushions, and something that smelled like a rotting corpse filled his nostrils. He turned to Padme, a look of nausea on his face.

Her eyebrows pressed together embarrassedly.

"My lady," Threepio called. He had dusted and cleaned a

 

Ooo...what an update! Well written and very thorough, and I really like how you have this mirroring ROTS but kind of a "what if?" alternate future.

That Mace Windu...there are just no words. I wanted to jump right in there and slaughter him myself. Everything from his distrust of Anakin, to his talk to indicting him, to taking the baby without a second thought (and they probably did the same to Obi-Wan as a child ). I really hope that guy comes down one way or the other!

It almost seemed as though the chancellor held him up just to tick the masters off. Anakin was tired of being caught in the middle of their political jousting.

Word! Poor boy, always in the middle. Just can't win for losing, our poor Ani

That last part in the bar with the red eyes had me a little worried though. He never took a Darth name...he's not courting darkside is he?

 

Mmm, visions of Anakin playful in bed (and shirtless!), doing pushups over Padme..too much!

I could definitely see Mace turning on Anakin even if he had killed Palpatine instead.

Excellent story.

 

yeah, as you can see the mods edited what was actually there. SIGH. I am now aware of the limitations. And I will mind them... while at the same time... not much will change as far as interactions in the story. i will just be more subtle.

 

Hey, as far as editing goes, if you have an ultimate version of this story, PM it to me!

 

Wow, now that was a turn that I just did not see coming what so ever. Anakin fulfills his destiny and destroys the darkness but is immediately found to be suspicious of acting with the chancellor- I don't like where things are going. Well done, I was so wrapped up in the story.

 

my ultimate versions might prove even too ultimate for you lol - i'll pm them though.

 

OMG-I just found this story...I'm loving it!!!
I agree with ROTSFan-can I have ULTIMATE version PM'd?

 

I'm taking it the "ultimate" version is one that can't be posted here for obvious reasons

In that case...PM one to me as well hehe.

Great story!!

 

The door to the underground cantina opened, and Anakin withdrew into his cloak. He looked at the door. Two drunkards stumbled inside, pushing and shoving each other. He sighed. It was no one.

The bartender who had only left him moments ago, came back, tapping him on the shoulder. Anakin shirked away, not wanting the man's hands anywhere on him. He could snap them in two if he wished.

"Jacooto will see you now."

Anakin nodded, following the bartender into a back room. The man pushed the door ajar. Inside, A humanoid woman, a wookie, and a small native man with a rough face were inside. The native sat behind the desk, leaning back, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

"a putko laiti morko," the man said.

Anakin easily understood. He had been to the planet enough times over the years, to understand. Speaking the man's language, he replied, "I'm looking for work. How dangerous, doesn't matter."

"You wear a Jedi's robe," Jacooto replied, in kind.

"Looks are often deceiving."

"I wonder how able you are to fulfill this task I have..."

"Would I be here otherwise?"

"The separatist have abandoned a weapon cache on the Uguna moon. Six squadrons are stationed nearby to secure it. We want those weapons. And we are prepared to pay the one who retrieves them, handsomely."


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Anakin crept into the house, a large bouquet of flowers in his hand. He had traveled long and far for those flowers, an excursion to an offworld flower planet after the completion of Jacooto's mission. Indeed, he had been paid well for having successfully completed the task. Jacooto told him that finding someone with enough skill to slip into the facility unnoticed was worth paying. Unfortunately, Anakin had gone anything but unnoticed. Cody, the leader of Obi Wan's clone Battalion was the first to notice him, and the first to be struck down. When Anakin was done decimating the rest of the clones --- all six squadron of them, only then was he able to infilitrate the facility and steal the goods.
He didn't kill Cody because he wanted to. He killed Cody because there was a chance he might tell Obi Wan that he had been seen. He killed the rest because they tried to stop him.

Anakin gave a sigh of relief. With the money Jacooto had given him, he could buy nice things for Padme and the baby. Lots of "nice things".

Anakin looked around. All was quiet in the sleepy house... and clean. Threepio had done a bang up job. Not a speck of dust to be seen, the blankets, sheets, and even the sofa were all fresh. There might have been a washer nearby. He could smell the floral scented soap in the air.

Tomorrow, he would use some of the money to furnish the house properly. To make it as comfortable for Padme as possible... speaking of Padme, where was she?

Anakin walked from room to room, settling on the largest, where Padme rested in bed, blankets pulled to her neck. With a wave of his hand, the lights flickered on.

Padme sat up, blinking sleepily. She opened her arms to greet him. Anakin sat on the side of the bed, flowers in hand as he embraced her.

"Anakin? Where have you been, I've waited hours for you. Is everything okay?"

Anakin's smile was could light up up the room. "Everything is great. Wonderful, in fact."

Padme gave him a curious look. "Really? You seemed so down earlier, I thought-"

"Things change," he said. Coming here was the best thing I've ever done. There are so many...opportunies I wish to pursue. You, I, and the baby, we're going to be alright. We'll every thing we need."

Padme's smile was effervescent. She pulled him into her arms, holding him tightly. "I was so worried."

"Worry no more my love, I'll take good care of us. In fact, tomorrow I'll prove it -- I'm taking you shopping. Buy anything you wish."

"You talk as though you walked into a wind tunnel of money."

Anakin gazed at her, eyes darkening. "Maybe I have."

Padme had seen that look before, and didn't like it. "Anakin? Did you do something?" her eyebr

 

"Don't ask me about my business, Padme. Not now, not ever. Things have changed. You're not a senator anymore, and I am not a Jedi."

I'm not liking the way he's treating her! She's been nothing short of an angel and he's blowing his stack way too easy!

...but ya know, after having the dark side for dinner, Anakin always did seem to be a little more prone to violent activity. He's got to stop doing that and find legitimate work or he's going to make his wife and baby miserable.

 

Why is it that Anakin always find a "bad" way of trying to make things right for himself and Padme. I really do have a bad feeling about what the Jedi will do now that he attacked a group of clone troopers for weapons. I'm still hoping for the best and that Anakin will stay out of trouble.

 

you hit the nail on the head, fitjedi. Anakin always does, find an "illegal" or immoral way of doing things. His heart is always in the right place when it comes to the people he cares about, but he doesn't seem to "get" it sometimes ha. that he can't forsake all else for them and just has to accept what he can or cannot change without resorting to the illegal or bad stuff - which pushes him over the deep end anyway.

 

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It took some time but Padme adjusted to life on the Outer Rim. It wasn't so bad. Their house was nicer now that Anakin had a job. In fact, she sometimes wondered how he managed to afford them the luxury they lived in. The little enclave had been outfitted to look as good as her old apartment. Only different, but different in a good way.

Their house overlooked a winding road and a cliff that could only be accessed by the ice bridge. Something, Anakin once told her, that could change with a swipe of his lightsaber. The neighborhood had gotten better...dare she say it, even livable... and the people were nice. [i]Especially[/i] to Anakin. They bestowed him a respect unlike anything she had ever seen. Some grateful that he had taken the time to restore order to their neighborhoods. Others, because they feared him. Some treated Anakin like a godfather, ocassionally bearing gifts and asking favors of him. Leaving the Jedi had not changed him. He was still in service of the overall peace and prosperity of the community, and for that, Padme loved him even more.

But... there were rumors about the relationship he had with his boss. The old lemur-like man, Jacooto. And she was worried. Apparently, the hutt was upset that Anakin had driven some of his minions out of the area. In fact, Threepio told her that he had overheard a conversation between Anakin and some of Jacooto's men. He was leaving the organization and starting his own and they were going with him.

"Master Skywalker said his organization would be greater than anything Jacooto had ever seen. He said, he won't Mygeeto to degenerate into a cess pool of chaos and crime, he would bring peace to the planet... perhaps throughout the Outer Rim. It sounds like a very good plan... in fact, I feel safer already!"

Padme walked by the droid moving to the patio, datapad in hand. "That's my Anakin," she mumbled. "Always prepared to conquer that which is bigger than himself. Because he cares. That's why I love him so much."

Love? That abstract word again. Threepio searched his database.

Padme sat on a chair next to the balcony, her lips trembling. Spring on Mygeeto felt like winter months on Naboo. She leaned toward the datapad and read the latest holonet news. Suddenly, there was a sharp intake of breath and Padme clutched her chest.

"Is something wrong, my love?"

Padme spun around at the sound of Anakin's voice.

"I don't know. Holonet news is reporting that the senate has disbanded the clone army. The Jedi felt they were no longer needed as there was peace throughout the Republic."

"Apparently they've never been to Boz Pity. Or anywhere outside of Coruscant."

Padme continued reading. "Millions of disgruntled, misplaced clone troopers. All without jobs."

"Or purpose," Anakin continued.

Padme sighed. "The senate I know and love is dead." Not even Mon Mothma or Bail Organa can resurrect it now.

Anakin sat beside her in one of the chairs and kissed the back of her hand. "I know my love, but... you mustn't mourn our old lives. We're happy, and that's all that matters. Someday, you'll serve the senate again."

"With the scandal? I don't think it very likely."

Anakin caressed her face. "Whatever your heart desires, I will give to you. Anything to make you happy."

Padme leaned over the table and kissed him. "I don't need the Senate anymore. You make me happy," she replied.

Anakin stood, taking Padme by the arm to stand with him. His eyes softened as he pulled her toward the balcony to overlook the cliffs, roads, and neighboring towns. He gestured, spreading his arms wide.

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"Everything you see, except that which is in the shadows in the far west, is ours."

"Ours? What do you mean?" Padme tried to hide the worry in her eyes.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, hands covering her belly. "Yours, mine, and the baby's. When we first came to Mygeeto, stripped of everything we owned, I decided we would never be that way again. I used the money Jacooto paid me and started my own or

 

Oh, that Mace.... And the Jedi Council driving out the Senate and the destruction of the entire clone army! I just can't believe it-the Jedi are as bad as the Sith!

"Everything you see, except that which is in the shadows in the far west, is ours."

A little Middle Earth, huh? For some reason this made me think of Lord of the Rings

Oh, also-Padme needs to crank out that baby, and soon! It's next summer already....this is one looong gestation period

 

OMG!!! Plot hole hahaha. Okay I will update the time, that's right she's been pregnant for too long. Good catch, thanks!!

 

"Everything you see, except that which is in the shadows in the far west, is ours."

A little Middle Earth, huh? For some reason this made me think of Lord of the Rings

I don't know it sounds more like Lion King to me where Mufasa says to Simba "Everything the light touches is ours". What's more ironic is that Mufasa is voiced by James Earl Jones also the voice of Darth Vader.

 

Yeah...the whole alluding to the shadows part made me think of Mordor...but you're right it does sound a bit more like The Lion King

 

I still feel uneasy about the action that Anakin is taking, and it seems like Padme does too. Only time will tell what you have in store for him. The council gets more and more frustrating with their actions and feelings towards Anakin. Well done,I can't wait to see what you bring to the table next.

 

haven't seen lord of the rings, but come to think of it, the line does sound a bit lion king-ish from what i remember. I think it was something like "everything the light touches..." or something like that instead of, everything but the west . and yeah, very ironic that JEJ voiced mufasa. And also that mufasa sounds a lot like mustafar.

im posting the next chappie now.