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A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…

STAR WARS

EPISODE 1 – THE PHANTOM MENACE

Turmoil has engulfed the Galactic Republic. The taxation of trade routes to

outlaying star systems is in dispute.

Hoping to resolve the matter with a blockade of deadly battleships, the

greedy Trade Federation has stopped all shipping to the small planet of

Naboo.

While the congress of the Republic endlessly debates this alarming chain of

events, the Supreme Chancellor has secretly dispatched two Jedi Knights,

the guardians of peace and justice in the galaxy, to settle the

conflict...

The ship came out of hyperspace just ahead of the blockade surrounding the planet of Naboo. Jedi Master Alastor Moody and his Padawan, James Potter looked ahead out of the viewport with mixed feelings.

“I have a bad feeling about this.” James muttered.

“I don’t sense anything.” Alastor replied. “Come on, it seems the Captain has made contact.”

Alastor turned and glided down the hallway, his hands coming out to slip his hood over his head, James hurrying to do the same as he followed. There was a series of clanking noises as the ship docked on the main battleship of the blockade. 

The two Jedi waited at the door to be let out onto the main ship. James seemed more quiet than usual, and Alastor sighed.

“Don’t centre on your anxiety, James. Keep your concentration here and now, where it belongs.”

James glanced at him. “But Master Dumbledore says I should be mindful of the future…”

“Not at the expense of the moment. Be mindful of the living force, my young Padawan.”

“Yes, Master.” James acquiesced. “How do you think the Trade Viceroy will deal with the Chancellor’s demands?”

“These Federation types are cowards.” Alastor huffed. “The negotiations will be short.”

…

Alastor and James were led by a protocol droid to a nearby room, a large table taking up the majority of the space within.

“If you’ll just wait here, sirs.” The droid announced, setting down a drink for each of them before moving back out of the room, the doors closing behind it.

Alastor sighed as he settled into one of the chairs, picking up the drink to determine whether it was poisoned, before knocking it back in one gulp.

James smiled wryly at him before sitting down next to him.

Just as he went to pick up his own drink, he noticed a greenish gas coming out of each of the vents.

“Master!” He cried, leaping out of his seat.

Alastor followed suit. “Quickly, cover your mouth!”

They each took a large breath before using their cloaks to cover the lower halves of their faces.

…

There was a commotion outside of the room, and then slowly, the doors slid open, the smoke billowing out.

“Go in and see if they’re dead, 117.” A mechanical voice called out.

“Yes, sir.”

All of a sudden, Alastor’s green lightsaber lit up out of the smoke, James’ own blue one quickly following suit. With a few hits and turns, they made quick work of the droids waiting outside.

“Now what, Master?”

Alastor grinned, before setting off down the corridor, James laughing slightly as he ran to keep up.

…

“Master, destroyers!” James announced, holding up his weapon in preparation.

Alastor groaned and pulled out from the door he was trying to melt and stood next to his Padawan.

“They have shield generators!”

“It’s a standoff!” Alastor growled. “Let’s go!”

The two Jedi turned the opposite direction and ran from the fast-approaching droids.

“Up here.” Alastor propelled himself into the ventilation shaft, James following in quick pursuit.

…

They dropped down into a large hangar, quickly hiding behind some nearby crates. Alastor glanced around and took in the multiple ships within the hangar, and the thousands of droid troops being loaded into them.

“Battle droids.” Alastor muttered.

“It’s an invisible army.” James replied, slightly in awe at the promise of destruction lying before them.

“It’s an odd play for the Trade Federation. We’ve got to warn the Naboo and contact Chancellor Valorum. Let’s split up. Stow aboard separate ships and meet down on the planet.”

“You were right about one thing, Master.” Alastor glanced down at him. “The negotiations were short.” James finished with a smirk.

Alastor gave a small shake of his head, but his smile still slipped through. He gave a firm pat to his Padawan’s shoulder before setting off to one of the nearest ships, ducking between crates as he went.

James smiled to himself as he followed suit, making his way towards a different ship.

…

Down on the planet Naboo, in the prestigious throne room, King Amidala sat in front of a holoprojector of Nute Gunray. He was dressed in an elaborate headdress and robes, his face painted in a traditional design of the Naboo people. The governing council, and his four handmen and maidens stood at attention behind him.

“Again, you have come before me, your highness. The Federation is pleased.” Gunray spoke.

“You will not be pleased when you hear what I have to say, Viceroy. Your trade boycott of our planet has ended.” King Amidala replied, his voice flat.

“I was not aware of such a failure.”

“I have word that the Senate is finally voting on this blockade of yours.”

“I take it you know the outcome, Your Highness. I wonder why they bother to vote at all.”

The King’s eyes hardened. “Enough of this pretence, Viceroy! I am aware the Chancellor’s Ambassadors are with you now, and that you have been commanded to reach a settlement.”

“I know nothing about any Ambassadors.” Gunray offered innocently. “You must be mistaken.”

The King studied him carefully. “Beware, Viceroy. The Federation is going too far this time.”

“Your Highness, we would never do anything without the approval of the Senate. You assume too much.”

“We will see.” The King glanced to the side and the signal cut out, Viceroy Gunray disappearing from sight.

Shortly after, a blinking signalled an incoming message.

The King nodded and then a hologram of Senator Palpatine appeared.

“My King, what is the news from Naboo?” The somewhat elderly man bowed in greeting.

“The Federation says that they know nothing about the Chancellor’s Ambassadors.” The King replied, frustrated at the whole situation.

“What? How could that be true? I have assurances from the Chancellor … his Ambassadors did arrive. It must be the … get … negotiate …”

The hologram sputters and then suddenly fades away.

“Senator Palpatine?!” The King yelled, before turning to his Guard. “What’s happening?”

“Check the transmission generators.” The Guard ordered his sergeant.

“Right away, sir.” He muttered, before running off, presumably towards the generators.

“A malfunction?” A councillor asked.

“It could be the Federation jamming us.” The King’s Guard replied.

“A communications disruption can only mean one thing. Invasion.”

“Don’t jump to conclusions, Councillor. The Federation would not dare got that far.” The King spoke.

“The Senate would revoke their trade franchise, and they’d be finished.”

“We must continue to rely on negotiation.” The King decided.

“Negotiation? We’ve lost all communications! And where are those Ambassadors? How can we negotiate? We must prepare to defend ourselves!” The Councillor was outraged.

“This is a dangerous situation, Your Highness. Our security volunteers will be no match against a battle-hardened Federation army.” The King’s Guard offered.

The King glared at them both. “I will not condone a course of action that will lead us to war.”

He stood up from his throne and moved towards the door, his handmen and maidens falling into step beside and behind him. They moved swiftly and silently through the halls, the King’s robes fluttering behind him as he walked. As soon as they arrived at his quarters, two of his handmaidens and one of his handmen waited outside the door, after sweeping the interior to be clear.

The King and his remaining handman walked inside.

The King uttered a dramatic sigh before face-planting onto his bed.

His handman snickered. “Oh, do not be so dramatic, dear brother.”

The King lifted his head to glare at him. “You won’t be laughing soon, Reg. You’re going to be the one wearing this, although I wish terribly that you didn’t have to.”

Regulus sighed, flopping down next to him. “I know, Siri, but it is what needs to happen. We need to keep you safe, and this is the best way to do that.”

Sirius opened his mouth to retort, but knew his younger brother was right, so instead, settled for re-burying his face in the pillows.

Regulus rolled his eyes. “Come on, let’s get you changed before you smear the entire bed with your makeup.”

Sirius simply grumbled.

…

Out in the deep forests and swamps of Naboo, several Federation ships flew low to the surface, chasing many animals away and knocking several trees down.

In the midst of the chaos, Alastor came running through the trees, dodging left and right so as not to be hit by anything.

Ahead of him, there is an odd, tall frog-like creature, that Alastor identified as a Gungan, staring at the incoming onslaught, his eyes getting wider and wider.

“Oh, noooo!” The creature cried.

Alastor gestured for him to move as he and the transport ships gained on him, but the creature simply leapt at him and clung on.

“Help me! Help me!!”

“Let go!” Alastor growled as he tried to keep running and push the creature off at the same time.

They grappled with each other, but soon one of the ships was right behind them, so Alastor dropped to the ground, dragging the creature with him.

The ship passed overhead, and Alastor sighed as he stood up once more.

“Oyi, mooie-mooie! I luv yous!”

The creature tried to kiss Alastor, but he recoiled.

“Are you brainless? You almost got us killed!”

“I speak.” The creature offered.

“The ability to speak does not make you intelligent. Now get out of here!”

Alastor began to walk away but the creature was insistent and followed behind him.

“No! No, mesa stay. Mesa your humble servant.”

“That won’t be necessary.”

“Oh, but it is! Demanded byda gods, it is. Tis a life debt. Mesa called Dobby.”

All of a sudden, two small speeders darted towards them, James running frantically ahead of them.

“I have no time for this now.” Alastor muttered, his hand moving towards the hilt of his lightsaber.

“Say what?” Dobby asked.

He glanced behind him and saw the two speeders. “Oh, noooo! Weesa gonna…”

Alastor threw Dobby into the mud.

“Stay down!” He ordered.

Dobby’s head popped up again. “… dieeee!”

The two speeders fired laser bolts at James, who had just reached Alastor, and Alastor deflected them back at them, nodding as they each blew up.

James fell to his knees as he heaved in large gulps of air.

“I’m sorry, Master. The water fried my weapon.”

James pulled out the handle of his lightsaber, offering it to Alastor for inspection, as Dobby pulled himself up out of the mud.

“You forgot to turn the power off again, didn’t you?”

James nodded sheepishly, his hand reaching behind himself to scratch the back of his neck.

“It won’t take long to recharge,” Alastor continued. “But this is a lesson that I hope you’ve learned, my young Padawan.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Yousa sav-ed me again!” Dobby announced happily.

“What’s this?” James asked with a bewildered glance towards Dobby.

“A local.” Alastor sighed. “Let’s go, before more of those droids show up.”

“More? More did yousa say?!”

Alastor and James began to run towards an opening in the treeline, while Dobby tried to keep up.

“Ex-squeeze me, but da moto grande safe place would be Otoh Gunga. Tis where I grew up… Tis safe city.”

They all stopped, the two Jedi turned back to look at Dobby.

“A city?” Alastor asked.

Dobby nodded.

“Can you take us there?”

“Ahh, well … on second taut … no, not weally.”

“No?” Alastor growled.

“It’s embarrassing, but … my afrai my’ve been banished. My forgotten der Bosses would do terrible tings to my. Terrible tings if mesa goen back dare.”

A loud crash sounded in the distance that they were running from, reverberating through the trees.

“You hear that?” Alastor asked.

Dobby nodded.

“That’s the sound of a thousand terrible things heading this way.”

“When they find us, they will crush us, grind us into little pieces, then blast us into oblivion!” James added on.

Dobby hesitated but then nodded. “Oh! Yousa point is well seen. Dis way! Hurry!”

Dobby ran ahead, deep into the forest, with James and Alastor right behind him.

… 

As the two Jedi and Dobby navigated the underwater city of Otoh Gunga, King Amidala was situated at one of the windows of the palace looking out onto his kingdom. He watched helplessly as the long columns of the droid army of the Federation moved down the main road, leading into the capital city of Theed.

“My King?” One of his handmaidens asked cautiously from nearby.

All four of his handmen and maidens were standing by, along with several guards, though what use they would have now, The King was not entirely sure. He was dressed in an entirely different outfit, this one completely black and much more sombre than his earlier vibrant ensemble.

The King sighed softly before turning to glance at Sirius. He was absolutely terrified, but he knew what he needed to do.

Regulus was only fourteen, he didn’t deserve to go through what was coming. Sirius was only two years older, but he still felt sorry, and guilty in a way, as surely there was something that could have been done to prevent this? Sirius sighed. There was no use dealing with what if’s.

The King had tears in his eyes, but he resolutely did not let them fall.

The lead transport, carrying Viceroy Gunray, and another man, who Sirius assumed was another member of the Federation, arrived at the bottom of the Palace steps.

“Ah, victory!” The Viceroy announced.

Sirius and The King both closed their eyes in defeat.

…

Sirius found himself in the Palace Throne Room, standing near The King, along with the other handman and maidens, but also at least twenty droids. His governing council was held at gunpoint on the other side of the room.

“How will you explain this invasion to the Senate?” One councillor asked.

“The Naboo and the Federation will forge a treaty that will legitimise our occupation here. I’ve been assured it will be ratified by the Senate.” Viceroy replied haughtily.

“I will not co-operate.” The King announced, glaring at the Viceroy.

“Now, now, your Highness. You are not going to like what we have in store for your people. In time, their suffering will persuade you to see our point of view. Commander.”

One of the droids stepped forward.

“Process them”

“Yes, sir!” The droid turned to another. “Take them to Camp Four.”

The second droid began to lead them all in a march out of the throne room, the rest of the droids forming a barrier around them.

The group was led down to the streets of Theed, and continued marching toward where the Federation had apparently already set up their fourth prison camp. Sirius shuddered in disgust.

As they crossed under a walkway, three figures suddenly jumped down around them.

Two of them appeared to be Jedi as they wielded brightly-coloured blades against the unsuspecting droids.

Soon, it was just the Jedi, the King and his group, and the Gungan.

“Yousa guys bombad!” Dobby proclaimed in amazement.

Alastor turned to address the King. “Your Highness, we are the Ambassadors, for the Supreme Chancellor.”

“Your negotiations seem to have failed, Ambassador.” One of the councillors commented.

“The negotiations never took place. Your Highness, we must make contact with the republic.”

The King’s Guard stepped forward. “They’ve knocked out all our communications.”

“Do you have transports?” Alastor asked.

“In the main hangar. This way!”

The King’s Guard led them all quickly down an alleyway as alarm bells began to sound all around them.

…

The group managed to find their way to the central hangar without being seen. They cracked open a side door and peered through it. Inside, there were several Naboo spacecraft being guarded by at least fifty battle droids.

“There are too many of them.” The King’s Guard proclaimed.

“That won’t be a problem.” Alastor countered, before turning to the King. “Your Highness, under the circumstances, I suggest you come to Coruscant with us.”

“Thank you, Ambassador, but my place is with my people.” The King stated, resolute.

“They will kill you if you stay.” Alastor replied gravely.

“They wouldn’t dare!” One councillor stated, affronted.

“They need him to sign a treaty to make this invasion of theirs legal. They can’t afford to kill him.” The King’s Guard added.

Alastor shook his head. “The situation here is not what it seems. There is something else behind all of this, Your Highness. There is no logic in the Federation’s move here. My feelings tell me they will destroy you.”

“Please, Your Highness, reconsider. Our only hope is for the Senate to side with us. Senator Palpatine will need your help.” The councillor pleaded.

“Getting past their blockade is impossible, Your Highness. Any attempt to escape will be dangerous.” The King’s Guard argued.

“Your Highness, I will stay here and do what I can. They will have to retain the Council of Governors in order to maintain control, but you must leave.” The councillor added.

The King turned to his handmen and maidens.

“Either choice presents a great risk … to all of us …”

“We are brave, Your Highness.” Sirius offered, looking at him for perhaps a moment too long.

“If you are to leave, Your Highness, it must be now.” Alastor commented.

The King took a deep breath. “Then, I will plead our case before the Senate.” He turned to his Council. “Be careful, Governors.”

With that, the group turned to move forwards into the hangar, the Councillors staying behind, along with one of the King’s handmaidens and one of his handmen.

“We need to free those pilots.” The King’s guard pointed to where a group of pilots were being held at gunpoint by six battle droids in a corner of the hangar.

“I’ll take care of that.” James offered as he moved to do just that.

Alastor led the King, his Guard, his handman and handmaiden, and Dobby toward the droids at the ramp of the nearest Naboo craft.

“Where are you going?” The guard droid asked.

“I am Ambassador for the Supreme Chancellor, and I am taking these people to Coruscant.” Alastor stated plainly.

The guard droid raised his gun. “You are under arrest!”

Before any shot could be fired, Alastor had unsheathed his lightsaber and begun to cut down the droids guarding the ship.

“Get on board!” He yelled to the group as he defended the entrance.

They all rushed to get on the ship, soon joined by several pilots whom James had just freed from their captors. Once everyone was on board, Alastor and James jumped on as well, and the ship began to fly out of the hangar.

The droids continued to shoot at them, but the ship successfully departed, and steadily made its way up towards the blockade in space.

“Our communications are still jammed!” The pilot cried, pushing button after button in an attempt to solve the issue.

A moment later, a handful of Astro droids (R-2 units) made their way out onto the top of the ship and tried to fix the power systems. One by one, each of the droids was blown up, except for one, who finally managed to fix it.

“Power’s back! That little droid did it. He bypassed the main power drive. Deflector shield up, at maximum!”

Once the blue droid had finished the last of his repairs, he began to make his way back inside of the ship. The ship, now with more power, raced away from the Federation battleship.

“There’s not enough power to get us to Coruscant, the hyperdrive is leaking.” The pilot explained.

“We’ll have to land somewhere to refuel and repair the ship.” Alastor sighed, turning to study a star chart on a nearby monitor.

“Here, Master.” James spoke, pointing to one of the planets. “Tatooine. It’s small, out of the way, poor… The Trade Federation has no presence there.”

“How can you be sure?” The King’s Guard asked.

“It’s controlled by the Hutts.” Alastor replied.

“The Hutts?!”

“It’s risky.” James agreed. “But there’s no alternative.”

“You can’t take His Royal Highness there! The Hutts are gangsters… If they discovered him…”

“It would be no different than if we landed on a system controlled by the Federation, except the Hutts aren’t looking for him, which gives us an advantage.” Alastor countered.

The King’s Guard sighed in frustration.

…

The King later found himself in his chambers on board the ship, situated between Sirius and Raven, the handmaiden who remained with them. Alastor, James, his Guard, and the Astro droid that saved the ship were stood in front of him.

“This droid is to be commended.” The King agreed. “What is its number?”

The King’s Guard stepped forward, brushing off some dirt to read its number.

“R2-D2, Your Highness.”

“Thank you, Artoo Detoo. You have proven to be very loyal. Sirius?”

Sirius stepped forward and bowed before The King.

“Clean this droid up the best you can.” The King continued. “It deserves our gratitude.”

He turned back to his Guard, as Sirius nodded and moved to stand next to the droid.

“Continue, Captain.”

The Guard took a deep breath, glancing nervously to the Jedi.

“Your Highness,” Alastor began. “We are heading for a remote planet called Tatooine. It is a system far beyond the reach of the Trade Federation. There, we will be able to make needed repairs, then travel on to Coruscant.”

“Your Highness, Tatooine is very dangerous.” The Guard countered. “It’s controlled by an alliance of gangs called the Hutts. I do not agree with the Jedi on this.”

Alastor sighed. “You must trust my judgement, Your Highness.”

The King glanced briefly at Sirius before he moved with the droid out of the room.

… 

Sirius and R2-D2 made their way to the storage room of the ship, Sirius looking for something to clean the droid with.

“Hidoe!”

Both Sirius and the droid jumped, Sirius letting out a sort of yelp, and R2 releasing a series of beeps.

“Sorry, nomean to scare yousa.” The Gungan apologised.

“That’s all right.” Sirius replied, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm his racing heart.

“I scovered oily back dare. Needen it?”

Sirius smiled. “Thank you, this little guy is quite a mess.”

The Gungan smiled and walked off to fin the oil can before brining it back to Sirius.

“Mesa Dobby.”

“I’m Sirius, I attend His Highness. You’re a Gungan, aren’t you?”

Dobby nodded his head vigorously.

“How’d you end up here with us?”

“Me no know.” Dobby began, his arms and ears flailing as he explained. “Mesa day starten pitty okeyday witda brisky morning munchen. Den boom! Getten berry skeered, un grabbed dat Jedi, and before mesa knowen it… pow! Mesa here.” Dobby shrugged. “Getten berry berry skeered.”

R2 made a sympathetic beep.

…

The ship touched down in the desert in a swirl of dust. Alastor was dressed in civilian clothes, his lightsaber tucked beneath his cloak. James knelt near him on the floor, hoisting the hyperdrive out of a floor panel.

“The hyperdrive generator is gone, Master. We will need a new one.”

James stood up, and Alastor moved closer to him.

“Do not let them send any transmissions. Be wary… I sense a disturbance in the Force.”

James nodded. “I feel it too, Master.”

Alastor patted him briefly on the shoulder before beginning the walk out of the spaceship, Dobby and R2 following him.

They began their trek across the desert towards the nearby spaceport of Mos Espa.

“Wait!” The King’s Guard yelled from the direction of where they’d just come.

Alastor sighed but turned and waited for them.

The Guard was accompanied by Sirius, who was dressed in peasant clothes, his long hair tied back in a braid.

“His Highness commands you to take his handman with you. He wishes for him to observe the local…”

“No more commands from His Highness today, Captain.” Alastor held up his hand. “This spaceport is not going to be pleasant…”

“The King wishes it. He is curious about this planet.”

“I have been trained in defence.” Sirius spoke. “I can take care of myself.”

“Don’t make me go back and tell him you refuse.” The Guard continued.

Alastor sighed unhappily. “I don’t have time to argue. But this is not a good idea. Stay close to me.”

He looked sternly at Sirius before walking away, Sirius, Dobby and R2 hurrying to catch up.

…

Once the group had reached the spaceport, they looked around for a shop before walking into a dingy junk shop.

“Hi chuba da naga? (What do you want?)” A pudgy blue alien with short wings greeted them.

“I need parts for a J-type 327 Nubian.” Alastor replied.

“Ah yes, ah yes. Nubian. We have lots of that. What kinda junk?” Watto turned towards the door leading out to the back. “Peedenkel! Naba dee unko! (Boy, get in here! Now!)”

“My droid here has a readout of what I need.” Alastor continued.

A Mument later, a dishevelled boy came running in from the yard. He looked to be around nine or ten years old, with dark blonde hair, and dirt all over his face and hands.

Watto raised a hand and the boy flinched.

“Coona tee-tocky malia? (What took you so long?)” Watto asked.

“Mel tassa cho-passa… (I was cleaning the bin like you …)”

“Chut-Chut! Ganda doe wallya. Me dwana no bata. (Never mind! Watch the store. I’ve got some selling to do here.)” Watto turned back to Alastor. “So, let me take a thee out back. Ni you’ll find what you need.”

Watto led Alastor and R2 out the back of the shop, leaving Sirius and Dobby with the boy inside.

Dobby wandered around looking at the different bits and pieces, while Sirius pretended he didn’t notice the boy’s stare on him. He offered a small smile to the boy, in attempt to mask his discomfort.

“Are you an angel?” The boy suddenly asked from where he was sitting on the counter.

“What?” Sirius asked, bewildered.

“An angel. I’ve heard the deep space pilots talk about them. They live on the Moons of Iego I think. They are the most beautiful creatures in the universe. They are good and kind, and so pretty they even make the most hardened space pirate cry.”

Sirius looked at him, not entirely sure of what to say. “I’ve never heard of angels.”

“You must be one… maybe you just don’t know it.”

“You’re a funny little boy. How do you know so much?”

“Since I was very little, three I think. My mum and I were sold to Gardulla the Hutt, but she lost us, betting on the Podraces, to Watto, who’s a lot better master than Gardulla, I think.”

“You’re … a slave?”

The boy glared at Sirius. “I am a person! My name is Remus!”

“I’m sorry.” Sirius’ eyes widened. “I don’t fully understand. This is a strange world to me.”

Remus studied him intently. “You are a strange boy to me.”

Dobby suddenly pushed a button on one of the droids and it began to grow legs and arms and march around knocking over everything.

“Hit the nose!” Remus cried as Dobby tried everything to make the droid stop.

Dobby hit the nose, and the droid dropped back into its original state.

Remus and Sirius both laughed, Remus watching as Sirius brushed a few strands of his hair that had escaped his braid, out of his face.

…

Watto had led Alastor and R2 to a section of the yard, checking the monitor he was holding every few seconds until they came to a stop.

“Ah! Here it is...a T-14 hyperdrive generator! Thee in luck, I'm the only one hereabouts who has one...but thee might as well buy a new ship. It would be cheaper, I think... Speaking of which, how's thee going to pay for all this?”

Alastor patted his pocket. “I have 20,000 Republic credits.”

“Republic credits?!” Watto cried. “Republic credits are no good out here. I need something more real...”

“I don't have anything else.” Alastor raised his hand. “But credits will do fine.”

“No they won'ta.”

Alastor raised his hand again. “Credits will do fine.”

“No, they won'ta.” Watto was annoyed now. “What, you think you're some kinda Jedi, waving your hand around like that? I'm a Toydarian. Mind tricks don'ta work on me-only money. No money, no parts! No deal! And no one else has a T-14 hyperdrive, I promise you that.”

…

Alastor stormed back into the shop, R2 trailing behind him.

“Come on, we’re leaving.” He muttered to Sirius and Dobby as he passed.

Sirius glanced back at him in surprise before offering an apologetic smile to Remus.

“Sorry, I think we’re going now. I’m glad I met you, Remus.”

“Remus Lupin.” Remus offered.

Sirius smiled. “Sirius Black.”

Sirius began to walk out of the shop, following behind Dobby.

“I’m glad I met you too!” Remus cried out.

Sirius looked back at him and grinned before exiting the shop.

Remus slumped down on the counter where he was still sitting.

Watto finally entered the shop from the yard. “Ootmians! Tinka me chasa hopoe ma booty na nolia. (Outlanders! They think because we live so far from the centre, we don't know nothing.)”

Remus shrugged. “La lova num botaffa. (They seemed nice to me.)”

Watto sighed. “Fweepa niaga. Tolpa da bunky dunko. (Clean the racks, then you can go home.)”

Remus smiled and leapt off the counter to go and do just that.

…

Alastor, Sirius, Dobby and R2 spent some time wandering around the streets of Mos Espa. Alastor made a call to James, asking if there was anything onboard that they could use to barter with Watto, but there was nothing that would make up the value that was needed. Dobby then accidentally managed to insult a Dug, and then Remus of all people managed to save him.

After Alastor had thanked the boy, the group continued to walk down the street. Sirius smiled at Remus, and he smiled back.

A while later, a storm in the distance began to steadily move closer.

“Do you have shelter?” Remus asked Alastor.

“We'll head back to our ship.”

“Is it far?”

“On the outskirts.” Sirius replied.

“You'll never reach the outskirts in time...sandstorms are very, very dangerous. Come with me. Hurry!” Remus began to rush down the windy street, and the rest of the group followed.

Remus led them to a small building, and they followed him inside to a small living area.

“Mum! Mum! I'm home.” He called out.

“Dissen cozy.” Dobby muttered, glancing around at the small space.

A woman with hair the same colour as Remus’ walked into the room, wiping her hands on a dirty rag. Her smile turned into one of surprise when she noticed everyone.

“Oh, my! Remmie, what's this?”

“These are my friends, Mum. This is Sirius, and ... gee, I don't know any of your names.”

“I'm Alastor Moody, and this is Dobby.”

R2 let out a string of beeps.

“...and our droid, Artoo-Detoo.” Sirius added, patting the droid gently.

“I'm building a droid. You wanna see?” Remus asked excitedly.

“Remus! Why are they here?”

“A sandstorm, Mum. Listen.”

They all stopped talking and heard the howling of the wind outside.

“Your son was kind enough to offer us shelter.” Alastor offered.

“Come on! Let me show you Threepio!” Remus grabbed onto Sirius’ hand and pulled him down the hallway, R2 following them along.

“He's a very special boy.” Alastor muttered after they had disappeared down the hallway.

Hope glanced at him for a long moment. “Yes, I know.”

…

Remus happily showed off his android, which was lying on his workbench. The droid was not yet finished, only one eye in its head, and its body had no outer coverings, but Sirius could never deny it wasn’t impressive for a boy of Remus’ age to have built.

“Isn't he great?! He's not finished yet.”

“He's wonderful!” Sirius grinned.

“You really like him? He's a protocol droid...to help Mum. Watch!” Remus flicked a switch and the droid sat up.

The droid looked around for a moment, but seemed to have trouble. Remus cursed under his breath before running to the other side of the room and returning with the droid’s other eye.

“How do you do, I am See-Threepio, Human Cyborg Relations. How might I serve you?” C-3PO greeted them.

“He's perfect.” Sirius breathed, watching in amazement.

“When the storm is over, you can see my racer. I'm building a Podracer!”

Sirius smiled at his enthusiasm, and R2 let out a flurry of beeps and whistles.

“I beg your pardon....what do you mean I'm naked?” C-3PO asked, affronted.

R2 beeped again.

“My parts are showing? Oh, my goodness. How embarrassing!” C-3PO cried.

…

Back on the Naboo spaceship, The King was sitting in his chambers, with only his Guard, his handmaiden, and the younger of the Jedi. They watched as a hologram message of the Councillor who stayed behind flickered in front of them.

“...cut off all food supplies until you return...the death toll is catastrophic...we must bow to their wishes, Your Highness...Please tell us what to do! If you can hear us, Your Highness, you must contact me...”

The message finally flickered out.

“It's a trick. Send no reply.” James ordered. “Send no transmission of any kind.”

The King’s Guard nodded, walking out the door, presumably to relay this information to the rest of the crew.

“Jedi, might I speak with you a moment?” The King asked softly as James went to follow him.

James hesitated but nodded, standing at attention, with his arms clasped together inside of his robe.

“Raven, you may wait outside.” The King ordered his handmaiden, who hurried to comply.

Once they were alone, the King sighed. “I apologise if this is unusual, Jedi…”

“James, Your Highness.”

“… James. But, I would like to know what is going on. I know perhaps there are things you would prefer the entire crew not to be aware of, but I request that you inform me of what has happened.”

James smiled internally at the overly-formal language. “Of course, Your Highness. My Master has made contact with a shop that sells the parts we need, but they refuse to take Republic credits. He asked if we had anything on board that could cover the cost, but we do not. He said not to worry about it, and that something else would come along.”

The King nodded slowly. “Thank you, James. Please inform me if anything else comes to light.”

“Of course, Your Highness.” James bowed, then exited the chamber.

…

Alastor, Sirius, Dobby, Hope and Remus were all seated around a small dining table in the middle of conversation.

“All slaves have transmitters placed inside their bodies somewhere.” Hope informed them, regretfully.

“I've been working on a scanner to try and locate them, but no luck.” Remus added.

“Any attempt to escape...”

“… and they blow you up ... poof!”

“How wude.” Dobby replied, horrified.

“I can't believe there is still slavery in the galaxy.” Sirius shook his head in disbelief. “The Republic's anti-slavery laws...”

“The Republic doesn't exist out here...we must survive on our own.” Hope muttered.

An awkward silence fell upon each of them.

Remus didn’t like the tension in the room. “Have you ever seen a Podrace?”

Sirius shook his head.

“They have Podracing on Malastare.” Alastor offered. “Very fast, very dangerous.”

“I'm the only human who can do it.” Remus replied, proudly.

Hope glanced at her son.

“Mum, what? I'm not bragging. It's true. Watto says he's never heard of a human doing it.”

“You must have Jedi reflexes if you race Pods.” Alastor muttered.

Remus smiled before hesitating. “I...I was wondering...something...”

“What?”

“Well, ahhh...you're a Jedi Knight, aren't you?”

“What makes you think that?”

“I saw your laser sword. Only Jedi carry that kind of weapon.”

Alastor smiled slyly. “Perhaps I killed a Jedi and stole it from him.”

“I don't think so... No one can kill a Jedi Knight.”

“I wish that were so...”

“I had a dream I was a Jedi. I came back here and freed all the slaves...have you come to free us?”

“No, I'm afraid not...” Alastor sighed.

“I think you have...why else would you be here?”

Alastor paused before relenting. “I can see there's no fooling you. You mustn't let anyone know about us. We're on our way to Coruscant, the central system in the Republic, on a very important mission, and it must be kept secret.”

Remus’ eyes lit up. “Coruscant...wow...how did you end up here in the outer rim?”

“Our ship was damaged, and we're stranded here until we can repair it.” Sirius explained.

“I can help! I can fix anything!”

“I believe you can, but our first job is to acquire the parts we need...” Alastor replied.

“Wit no-nutten mula to trade.” Dobby added.

Sirius glanced at Hope. “These junk dealers must have a weakness of some kind.”

“Gambling.” She sighed. “Everything here revolves around betting on those awful races.”

“Podracing...” Alastor muttered. “Greed can be a powerful ally, if it's used properly.”

“I've built a racer! It's the fastest ever...There's a big race tomorrow, on Boonta Eve. You could enter my pod. It's all but finished...” Remus chattered, bouncing in his seat slightly.

“Remus, settle down. Watto won't let you...” Hope admonished.

“Watto doesn't know I've built it.” Remus glanced at Alastor. “You could make him think it's yours, and you could get him to let me pilot it for you.”

Alastor glanced at Hope, but could easily see that she did not want to agree.

“I don't want you to race, Remmie...It's awful. I die every time Watto makes you do it.”

“But Mum, I love it...and they need help...they're in trouble. The prize money would more than pay for the parts they need.”

“Wesa ina pitty bad goo.” Dobby added sagely.

“Your mother's right.” Alastor sighed, before turning back to Hope. “Is there anyone friendly to the Republic who might be able to help us?”

Hope shook her head regretfully.

“We have to help them, Mum...you said that the biggest problem in the universe is no one helps each other...”

“Remus, don't...”

A tense silence befell them once more.

“I'm sure Alastor doesn't want to put your son in danger.” Sirius spoke. “We will find another way...”

“No, Remmie’s right, there is no other way... I may not like it, but he can help you...he was meant to help you.” Hope sighed.

“Is that a yes? That’s a yes!” Remus cried out happily.

The storm raged wildly outside.

…

The next day, the storm had passed, leaving only destruction in its wake. Street vendors and store holders all worked to clean up the mess. Alastor and Sirius approached Watto’s shop, Dobby and R2 trailing behind them.

Sirius took a deep breath and stopped, turning to Alastor.

“Are you sure about this? Trusting our fate to a boy we hardly know. The King will not approve.”

Alastor smiled slyly. “The King does not need to know.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “Well, I don't approve.”

Alastor turned away and strode into the shop, Sirius begrudgingly following along behind him.

…

Once Alastor had gotten Watto to grudgingly approve to his conditions of the podracing tournament, Remus quickly returned to his racer to get it ready.

He was joined by Sirius, Dobby, R2, and three local kids around his own age.

“Sirius and Dobby, these are my friends Kitster, Amee, and Wald.”

The three children greet them happily.

“Wow, a real Astro Droid...how'd you get so lucky?” Kitster admired.

Remus smiled. “This isn't the half of it. I'm entered in the Boonta Race tomorrow!”

“What? With this?!”

“You've been working on that thing for years.” Amee added. “It's never going to run.”

“Come on, let's go play ball.” Wald sighed. “Keep it up, Remus, and you're gonna be bug squash.”

Kitster, Amee and Wald all took off down the street, leaving Remus with Sirius, Dobby and R2.

Remus sighed before turning back and noticing Dobby. “Hey! Dobby! Stay away from those energy binders...”

“Who, mesa?”

“If your hand gets caught in that beam, it will go numb for hours.”

Dobby leaned in to look at it, but got too close and knocked his mouth against it, causing his tongue to droop out, numb.

“Ouch-dats muy bigo Oucho.” He mumbled in gibberish.

Alastor approached the group, and handed Remus a small battery once he was close enough. Remus smiled happily and got to work installing it.

After a few tense moments, and Sirius having to shoo Dobby away from the racer so as not to get singed, the pod’s engines ignited, and everyone cheered.

…

Remus had sustained a small cut from working on his racer, and Alastor took the chance to help clean him up but also to scan his blood. Once Remus had gone back inside, he opened up his commlink to his Padawan.

“James.”

“Yes, Master?”

“Make an analysis of this blood sample I'm sending you.”

“Wait a minute...”

“I need a midi-chlorian count.”

“All right. I've got it.”

“What are your readings?”

“Something must be wrong with the transmission.”

“Here's a signal check.”

“Strange. The transmission seems to be in good order, but the reading's off the chart...over twenty thousand.”

“That's it then.” Alastor muttered.

“Even Master Dumbledore doesn't have a midi-chlorian count that high!”

“No Jedi has.”

“What does it mean?”

“I'm not sure.”

…

The day of the pod-race, they all ventured down to the arena. Sirius was very worried, as apparently Remus hadn’t even finished a race before, let alone won one, but Alastor waved off his concerns.

It was a very tense race, and there were a few moments where both Sirius and Hope had to look away, but in the end, Remus managed to snag the win.

They all raced down to the pitch, lifting Remus excitedly out of his ship and parading him around.

Alastor moved over to Watto to settle their debt, also freeing Remus in the bargain. He wanted to also free the boy’s mother, but Watto would not agree.

…

Later that day, Alastor returned to Remus and his mother’s home, pulling out a small bag of coins.

“These are yours, we sold the pod.”

Remus’ eyes widened as he took the bag, immediately turning to go and find his mother.

“Mum, he sold the Pod. Look at all the money we have!”

“Oh, my goodness, That's wonderful.” Hope replied as she came into the room.

“And Remus has been freed.” Alastor added.

“What?!” Remus cried.

“You're no longer a slave.”

Remus jumped up and down happily, while Hope simply stared.

“Did you hear that, Mum?” He turned to Alastor. “Was that part of the prize, or what?”

“Let's just say Watto has learned an important lesson about gambling.”

Hope smiled softly, tears in her eyes. “Now you can make your dreams come true, Remmie. You're free!” She turned to Alastor. “Will you take him with you? Is he to become a Jedi?”

“Our meeting was not a coincidence. Nothing happens by accident. You are strong with the Force, but you may not be accepted by the Council.” Alastor replied gravely.

“A Jedi! Mighty blasters, you mean I get to go with you in your starship and everything?!” Remus asked. 

Alastor knelt down next to the boy. “Remus, training to be a Jedi will not be a easy challenge. And if you succeed, it will be a hard life.”

“But it's what I want. What I've always dreamed about. Can I go, Mum?!”

“This path has been placed for you, Remus; the choice to take it is yours alone.” Alastor replied.

Remus glanced between all of them before coming to a decision. “I want to go.”

“Then, pack your things. We haven't much time.” Alastor smiled.

Remus grinned and hugged his mum, starting towards the other room, before stopping.

“What about Mum? Is she free too? You're coming, aren't you, Mum?”

Alastor sighed. “I tried to free your mother, Remus, but Watto wouldn't have it.”

“But the money from selling...” Remus’ lip quivered.

“It's not nearly enough.”

Hope walked towards her son and pulled him close.

“Son, my place is here. My future is here. It is time for you to let go...to let go of me. I cannot go with you.”

Tears ran down Remus’ face. “I want to stay with you. I don't want things to change.”

“You can't stop change any more than you can stop the suns from setting. Listen to your feelings; Remmie, you know what's right.”

Remus glanced down with a sob before looking back and embracing his mother tightly. “I'm going to miss you so much, Mum...”

“I love you, Remmie...now hurry.”

They hug once more than Remus runs to the other room to pack.

…

Remus followed Alastor as they made their way out of Mos Espa and towards their ship. Sirius, Dobby and R2 were already there. He had already stopped once, thinking he was making a mistake, but his mother’s words floated insistently in his head.

Don’t look back.

He resolutely kept his head forwards and his feet stepping one after the other. This was something he had to do, no matter how hard it was going to be.

…

As they neared the ship, Alastor suddenly glanced behind them, and told Remus to drop. He did so without question, and a speeder carrying a very tall, red man with horns on his head, flew over him.

“Remus! Get to the ship! Tell them to take off!” Alastor growled out, igniting his lightsaber as he faced the newcomer.

Remus nodded, picking himself up and running as fast as he could to the ship.

He relayed Alastor’s message and then watched as another younger Jedi ordered them to fly close to where Alastor was battling the unknown man.

As the ship flew closer, Alastor took his chance and leapt up onto the exposed ramp, leaving the man in the sand.

The ship flew higher and higher, and Remus and the younger Jedi ran to meet Alastor who was leaning heavily against some crates on the floor.

“Are you all right?” Remus asked breathlessly.

“I think so... that was a surprise I won’t soon forget.”

“What was it?” James asked.

“I don't know... but he was well trained in the Jedi arts. My guess is he was after the King...”

“Do you think he'll follow us?” Remus wondered.

“We'll be safe enough once we're in hyperspace, but I have no doubt he knows our destination.”

“What are we going to do about it?”

James glanced at the boy.

“We will be patient. Remus Lupin, meet James Potter.”

“Pleased to meet you. Wow! You're a Jedi too?” Remus shook his hand with enthusiasm.

James gave the boy a sceptical look, but shook his hand all the same.

…

The ship made it into hyperspace, and were well on the way to Coruscant. Most of the passengers were asleep, and the lights had been turned down. Sirius walked into the main room, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He approached a monitor and watched the recording of the councillor begging for them to make contact.

Sirius sighed, rubbing his eyes briefly before turning around with a start, having sensed someone watching. He noticed Remus sitting in the corner, shivering and looking rather dejected. He walked over to him, the boy glancing up with tears in his eyes, his arms wrapped around himself as he shivered.

“Are you all right?” Sirius asked as he sat down next to Remus.

“It's very cold.” The boy muttered, his teeth chattering.

Sirius pulled off his blanket and wrapped it around the boy.

“You're from a warm planet, Remmie. Too warm for my taste. Space is cold.”

“You seem sad.” Remus observed, slowly becoming warmer.

Sirius sighed. “The King is...worried. His people are suffering...dying. He must convince the Senate to intervene, or...I'm not sure what will happen.”

“I'm...I'm not sure what's going to happen to me. I dunno if I'll ever see you again…” Remus pulled something out of his pocket and held it out to Sirius. “I made this for you. So you'd remember me. I carved it out of a japor snippet... It will bring you good fortune.”

Sirius took the small carving, and placed it around his neck with a smile.

“It's beautiful, but I don't need this to remember you. Many things will change when we reach the capital, Remmie. My caring for you will always remain.”

“I care for you too. Only I...miss...”

There are tears in Remus’ eyes, threatening to spill over.

“...You miss your mother.” Sirius finished for him.

Remus nodded as the tears slid down his cheeks. Sirius hugged him.

…

The ship finally reached Coruscant, and Supreme Chancellor Valorum, Senator Palpatine, and several guards were waiting for them.

Senator Palpatine smiled at the King in greeting. “It is a great gift to see you alive, Your Majesty. May I present Supreme Chancellor Valorum.”

“Welcome, Your Highness. It is an honour to finally meet you in person. I must relay to you how distressed everyone is over the current situation. I've called for a special session of the Senate to hear your position.” Valorum spoke.

“I am grateful for your concern, Chancellor.” The King replied, gravely.

The group moved towards the waiting taxi, Remus and Dobby going along with them at encouragement from Alastor. Sirius smiled at them.

…

The King expressed desire to change once they had reached the chambers that had been set up for him, so he, Sirius, and Raven separated from the group. Palpatine stated that he would wait to speak with His Majesty.

Raven waited outside of the room, as The King and Sirius stepped inside.

Once the door had shut, Sirius immediately moved to hug his brother.

Regulus began to sob as he finally let the façade fade away.

“Reg? Hey, you’re okay. You did such a good job, yeah? I’m so proud of you.” Sirius offered as he soothingly rubbed his younger brother’s back.

“I’m sorry, Siri.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about. You hear me? You were amazing.”

Sirius pulled back to glance in his eyes.

“We don’t have a lot of time, so we need to change quickly, okay? I know you don’t want to deal with all of this politics stuff, so you leave that to me, yeah? Come on, baby brother, let’s get you out of this ridiculous thing.” Sirius smiled lightly as he gestured to the elaborate headdress.

Regulus sniffled but nodded in response. He was absolutely exhausted. He’d had to step in a few times over the years, but never for as long as this, and never with this kind of stakes.

They quickly got changed, removing Regulus’ outfit and makeup and replacing it with the typical wardrobe of the King’s handmen. Sirius chose a new outfit from the ones they’d brought with them, and slipped it on, before asking Regulus to help with his makeup and headdress.

Once they were finished, they nodded briefly to each other, with a quick hug and then stepped back out into the hallway. Raven stood up to join them as they walked back towards the main room where the Senator was waiting.

Regulus knew that the others would assume he was Sirius, but he couldn’t let himself be seen by the boy, he knew that the façade would be over with much too soon, if he got caught by him. He followed the King and Raven into the main room, making an appearance, before bowing and ducking out into a different room, Raven doing the same on the opposite side.

The King was left with multiple guards, including his Guard from Naboo, and Senator Palpatine.

“...the Republic is not what it once was. The Senate is full of greedy, squabbling delegates who are only looking out for themselves and their home systems. There is no interest in the common good...no civility, only politics...its disgusting. I must be frank, Your Majesty, there is little chance the Senate will act on the invasion.”

“Chancellor Valorum seems to think there is hope.” The King offered.

“If I may say so, Your Majesty, the Chancellor has little real power...he is mired down by baseless accusations of corruption. A manufactured scandal surrounds him. The bureaucrats are in charge now.”

“What options do we have?”

“Our best choice would be to push for the election of a stronger Supreme Chancellor. One who will take control of the bureaucrats, enforce the laws, and give us justice. You could call for a vote of no confidence in Chancellor Valorum.” Palpatine suggested.

The King glanced up at him. “He has been our strongest supporter. Is there any other way?”

“Our only other choice would to be to submit a plea to the courts...”

“There's no time for that. The courts take even longer to decide things than the Senate. Our people are dying, Senator...more and more each day. We must do something quickly to stop the Federation.” The King argued.

Palpatine sighed. “To be realistic, Your Highness, I'd say we're going to have to accept Federation control for the time being.”

“That is something I cannot do.”

…

Later that day, Remus approached the rooms where the King was staying cautiously. Two guards studied him as he approached.

“May I help you, son?” One of them asked.

“I'm...I'm looking for the handman, Sirius.”

The guard lifted his arm to speak into his commlink, as Remus glanced around nervously. “The boy is here to see Sirius.”

“Send him in.” A woman’s voice responded.

The doors swished open, and Remus walked into the King’s quarters.

Raven approached Remus with an apologetic smile.

“I'd like to speak with Sirius, if I could.” Remus asked politely.

“I'm sorry, Remus. Sirius is not here right now.”

“Who is it?” The King’s voice called out from the next room.

“Remus Lupin, to see Sirius, Your Highness.” Raven replied.

The King moved into the doorway and glanced down at Remus.

Remus bowed and then glanced up at the King curiously.

“I've sent Sirius on an errand.”

Remus nodded. “I'm going to the Jedi temple to start my training, I hope.”

The King simply stared at him.

“I may not see him again...and... I just wanted to say goodbye.” Remus continued.

The King nodded once. “We will tell him for you. We're sure his heart goes with you.”

Remus bowed once more before beginning to move away.

“Thank you, Your Highness. I'm sorry to have disturbed you.”

The King nodded before disappearing behind the doorway from which he’d emerged, and Remus ducked back out through the exit.

…

The Senate chambers were huge. Thousands of senators and their aides sat in the circular assembly area, all facing towards the middle of the chamber where Chancellor Valorum sat in an elevated podium. King Amidala found himself seated in the congressional box for Naboo, next to Senator Palpatine, with Regulus, Raven, and his Guard sitting behind them.

Palpatine leaned closer to the King. “If the Federation moves to defer the motion...Your Majesty, I beg of you to ask for a resolution to end this congressional session.”

“I wish I had your confidence in this, Senator.” The King muttered.

“You must force a new election for Supreme Chancellor...I promise you there are many who will support us...it is our best chance... Your Majesty, our only chance.”

The King sighed. “You truly believe Chancellor Valorum will not bring our motion to a vote?”

“He is distracted...he is afraid. He will be of no help.”

The Chancellor stood up. “The Chair recognises the Senator from the sovereign system of Naboo.”

The Naboo congressional box detached from the edge and flew slowly into the centre.

Palpatine stood. “Supreme Chancellor, delegates of the Senate. A tragedy has occurred on our peaceful system of Naboo. We have become caught in a dispute you're all well aware of, which began right here with the taxation of trade routes, and has now engulfed our entire planet in the oppression of the Trade Federation.”

A second box rushed into the centre of the Senate. The King recognised the people within as members of the Trade Federation. Their Senator, Lott Dod cleared his throat.

“This is outrageous! I object to the Senator's statements!”

The Chancellor glared at Dod. “The Chair does not recognise the Senator from the Trade Federation at this time. Please return to your station.”

Dod reluctantly moved back to his place.

Palpatine spoke up once again. “To state our allegations, I present King Amidala, the recently elected ruler of Naboo, to speak on our behalf.”

King Amidala rose from his seat and moved forward to take Palpatine’s position.

“Honourable representatives of the Republic, distinguished delegates, and Your Honour, Supreme Chancellor Valorum, I come to you under the gravest of circumstances. The Naboo system has been invaded by force. Invaded...against all the laws of the Republic by the Droid Armies of the Trade...”

Dod interjected once more. “I object! There is no proof. This is incredible. We recommend a commission be sent to Naboo to ascertain the truth.”

“Overruled.” The Chancellor called out.

“Your Honour, you cannot allow us to be condemned without reasonable observation. It's against all the rules of procedure.” Dod argued.

A third box representing Malastare moved into the centre of the room. Aks Moe, the Ambassador, moved to speak to the convention.

“The Congress of Malastare concurs with the honourable delegate from the Trade Federation. A commission must be appointed...that is the law.”

“The point...” The Chancellor began, but moved away from the microphone to speak with his aides and the Vice Chairman, Mas Amedda.

Palpatine leaned in close to the King once more. “Enter the bureaucrats, the true rulers of the Republic, and on the payroll of the Trade Federation, I might add. This is where Chancellor Valorum's strength will disappear.”

The Chancellor moved to the microphone once more. “The point is conceded...Section 523A takes precedence here. King Amidala of the Naboo, will you defer your motion to allow a commission to explore the validity of your accusations?”

The King screamed internally, but kept his face from showing any emotion.

“No, I will not defer.” He began angrily. “I have come before you to resolve this attack on our sovereignty now. I was not elected to watch my people suffer and die while you discuss this invasion in a committee.” He took a deep breath. “If this body is not capable of action, I suggest new leadership is needed. I move for a ‘vote of no confidence’ in Chancellor Valorum's leadership.”

The Chancellor froze. “What?...No!”

A great stir made its way through the assembly, murmurs turning into a roar of approval and jeers.

Valorum collapsed, speechless, into his chair, prompting his Vice Chairman to take over.

“Order! We shall have order!” Amedda cried out.

Things began to settle down, but there was still a large amount of noise.

Prince Bail Organa guided his box into the middle of the assembly.

“Alderaan seconds the motion for a vote of no confidence in Chancellor Valorum.”

Amedda nodded in recognition. “The motion has been seconded by Bail Organa of Alderaan.”

Amedda turned to Valorum and whispered to him.

“There must be no delays.” Organa added. “The motion is on the floor and must be voted upon in this session.”

Dod spoke up once again. “The Trade Federation moves the motion be sent to the procedures committee for study.”

A chant began to fill the assembly. “Vote now! Vote now! Vote now!”

Palpatine stood next to King Amidala. “You see, Your Majesty, the tide is with us...Valorum will be voted out, I assure you, and they will elect in a new Chancellor, a strong Chancellor, one who will not let our tragedy continue...”

Amedda turned to address the assembly. “The Supreme Chancellor requests a recess. Tomorrow we will begin the vote.”

The Federation delegation furiously muttered to themselves as they returned to their station.

Valorum glared scathingly up towards Senator Palpatine, but the Senator merely smiled as he turned their pod around to return to the edge.

…

The next day, Sirius sat heavily in his chambers. He was still in his royal attire, the Senator had said he needed to speak with him later, but he found himself in a rare moment of solitude. It wouldn’t last long, no doubt Regulus and Raven were already on their way back to him from whatever errand they were doing, but Sirius closed his eyes briefly and breathed in the quiet.

A moment later, the doors swished open, and Sirius smiled to himself. He opened his eyes, and smiled properly when he saw his brother enter.

“You look crazy when you smile like that.” Regulus greeted.

Sirius’ eyes lit up with mischief, and he stretched his face into the widest grin he could muster, making him look very much like a maniac.

Regulus shook his head with a laugh. “Stop that, you idiot.”

Sirius’ smile returned to normal, chuckling to himself.

Regulus sobered after a moment. “Senator Palpatine has said he’s on his way. He seemed rather happy.”

“I suppose that should be a good thing for us then.” Sirius sighed.

“You don’t seem very happy about it.”

Sirius glanced up at him. “I don’t like all of this formality. I hate forcing a man from his position, no matter how good or bad he is at it. I loathe being pushed or persuaded into things that I don’t really have a say in. And I miss home, Reg. I miss it dreadfully.”

Regulus approached and knelt next to him, holding out his hand for Sirius to take.

Sirius did so without hesitation.

“Siri, you are doing wonderfully. Don’t look at me like that, sometimes we all need some encouraging words. Anyway, I know you hate this, and I know you hate being away from our people. So why don’t we just go back?”

Sirius took a sharp breath as he glanced at him.

“I know, I know they’re all worried about what the Trade Federation will do, and frankly, so am I. But, they are our people, and they are suffering while we sit here and wait for other people to make our decisions for us. That’s not who we are, that’s not who we should be. We need to go back, Siri, and leave the politics for the actual politicians, no matter how terrible they are at their jobs.”

“What if something goes wrong?” Sirius whispered.

“Then something goes wrong.” Regulus sighed. “Siri, I know this is a big decision, but no matter what happens, don’t you think we should be with our people when it does?”

Sirius hesitated, but then nodded. “Alright. Of course, you’re always right, I don’t know why I even bother arguing sometimes.”

Regulus smiled softly. “Because you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t.”

Sirius chuckled, patting his brother briefly on the shoulder so as to not ruffle either of their outfits.

Footsteps approached from outside the door, prompting Regulus to straighten once more and stand next to Sirius, The King leaning back to sit straight in his chair in an air of nonchalance.

“Your Highness,” His Guard greeted as he approached, followed closely by Palpatine. “Senator Palpatine has been nominated to succeed Valorum as Supreme Chancellor.”

“A surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one.” Palpatine spoke through his smile. “I promise, Your Majesty, if I am elected, I will bring democracy back to the Republic. I will put an end to corruption. The Trade Federation will lose its influence over the bureaucrats, and our people will be freed.”

“Who else can be nominated?” The King asked.

“Bail Antilles of Alderaan and Ainlee Teem of Malastare.” The Guard replied.

“I feel confident...our ‘situation’ will create a strong sympathy vote for us. I will be Chancellor, I promise you.” Palpatine grinned.

The King sighed. “I fear by the time you have control of the bureaucrats, Senator, there will be nothing left of our cities, our people, our way of life...”

Palpatine nodded. “I understand your concern, Your Majesty; unfortunately, the Federation has possession of our planet. The law is in their favour.”

The King looked directly at him. “With the Senate in transition, there is nothing more I can do here...Senator, this is your arena. I feel I must return to mine. I have decided to go back to Naboo. My place is with my people.”

“Go back?! But, Your Majesty, be realistic! You would be in danger. They will force you to sign the treaty.” Palpatine argued.

“I will sign no treaty, Senator. My fate will be no different from that of our people. Captain!”

“Yes, Your Highness?” The Guard replied.

“Ready my ship!”

Palpatine spoke up. “Please, Your Majesty, stay here...where it's safe.”

“No place is safe, if the Senate doesn't condemn this invasion. It is clear to me now that the Republic no longer functions as a democracy. If you win the election, Senator, I know you will do everything possible to stop the Federation. I pray you will bring sanity and compassion back to the Senate.”

With that, the King strode out of the chamber, Regulus and Raven following close behind.

He didn’t quite catch the self-satisfied smirk on Palpatine’s face as he went.

…

“I’m sorry, Reg.” Sirius muttered as he placed the finishing touches of the royal attire on his brother.

Regulus smiled softly. “Don’t worry about it, Siri. I understand. With the Jedi accompanying us again, it wouldn’t make sense for you not to be there as Sirius. Especially with the boy.”

Sirius nodded. “I know, but I still hate forcing this on you. You’re still so young.”

Regulus rolled his eyes. “So are you, or did you think sixteen made you a big grown-up?”

“Oh shut it.” Sirius smiled affectionately. “Are you ready?” He whispered.

Regulus took a deep breath, the façade falling over him like a second skin. He nodded once, and they walked out of the chamber to group up with the rest.

…

Alastor, James, and Remus were stood inside the terminal near their ship when they arrived. Remus smiled and waved excitedly at Sirius, the older boy smiling softly back at him.

Alastor stepped forwards. “Your Highness, it is our pleasure to continue to serve and protect you.”

“I welcome your help. Senator Palpatine fears the Federation means to destroy me.” The King replied wryly.

Alastor nodded. “I promise you, I will not let that happen.”

The King began to walk towards the ship, offering a short nod to James in passing, who nodded back with a smile.

“Wesa goen home!” Dobby cried happily as he followed them all into the ship.

Once everyone was on board, the ship took off into the sky.

…

The King sighed unhappily as he re-focused into the conversation at hand. Sirius watched him subtly out of the corner of his eye and couldn’t help but smile slightly. He was glad it wasn’t just him that found the constant talks tiresome, no matter how much they both believed in the cause.

“The moment we land the Federation will arrest you, and force you to sign the treaty.” The Guard stated.

“I agree,” Alastor nodded. “I'm not sure what you hope to accomplish by this.”

“I'm going to take back what's ours.” The King replied simply.

“There are only twelve of us, Your Highness....we have no army.” The Guard informed him regretfully.

Alastor sighed. “I cannot fight a war for you, Your Highness, only protect you.”

The King nodded slowly, before he froze as an idea came to him. “Dobby!”

“Mesa, Your Highness?” Dobby questioned confusedly, glancing around at the others.

The King nodded. “Yes. I need your help.”

…

The King, his Guard, Sirius, and Raven roamed around their chambers, getting everything ready to disembark as soon as they arrive. The elevator doors slid open, and Remus stepped out into the hold area. He noticed Sirius and ran up to him happily.

“Hi! Where have you been?”

Sirius whirled around in surprise, before a smile bloomed bright on his face. “Remmie! What are you doing here?”

“I was helping Alastor...but...I wanted to come and see you. Before we land.” Remus took a breath. “They're not going to let me be a Jedi. I'm too old.”

Sirius frowned in sympathy.

“I’m sorry about that. This is going to be dangerous though, Remmie.”

Remus’ eyes lit up. “Is it? I can help... Where are we going?”

“To war, I'm afraid.” Sirius sighed. “The King has had to make the most difficult decision of his life. He doesn't believe in fighting, Remmie. We are a peaceful people...”

“I want to help...I'm glad you're back.” Remus added on shyly.

Sirius smiled at him, before bending down to give him a hug. Remus hugged him back happily.

…

The ship landed in one of the many forests of Naboo, nearby the capital city of Theed, but not close enough to be seen easily. Troops began to unpack the crates and supplies that they bought with them, and James made his way over to stand with his Master.

“Dobby is on his way to the Gungan city, Master.”

“…Good.” Alastor replied after a moment, not looking at him.

James had never been one to enjoy awkward silences. “Do you think the King's idea will work?”

“The Gungans will not easily be swayed, and we cannot use our power to help him.” Alastor replied, still looking ahead of them at the troops.

James winced. “I'm...I'm sorry for my behaviour, Master. It is not my place to disagree with you about the boy. I am grateful you think I am ready for the trials.”

Alastor finally turned to look at him, and after a moment, smiled softly, raising a hand to settle on his Padawan’s shoulder.

“You have been a good apprentice. You are much wiser than I am, James. I foresee you will become a great Jedi Knight.”

James smiled back at him and thanked him profusely before Alastor told him to go help the troops with the unloading.

…

After Dobby returned, saying that there was no one there, he led them all to a nearby settlement where he thought the Gungans may have gone.

A large Gungan sat at the head of what looked like an outdoor throne room, many other Gungans gathered around. They parted as Dobby, The King, the Jedi, Sirius, Raven, Remus, and the guards moved forward.

“Dobby, yousa payen dis time. Who's da uss-en others?” The Boss greeted them unhappily.

The King stepped forward.

“I am King Amidala of the Naboo...I come before you in peace.”

“Naboo biggen. Yousa bringen da Mackineeks... Dya busten uss-en omm. Yousa all bombad. Yousa all die'n, mesa tink.” The Boss growled.

The guards glanced around nervously as the Gungans stood by watching intently.

The King ignored them. “We wish to form an alliance...”

Suddenly, Sirius stepped forward, shooting what he hoped was a comforting glance to The King, before turning to face the lead Gungan.

“Your Honour...” He began.

“Whosa dis?” The Boss asked.

“I am King Amidala.” Sirius gestured to Regulus behind him. “This is my decoy...my protection...my incredibly loyal brother.”

Remus was very shocked at this revelation, and glanced between Sirius and his brother multiple times.

Sirius continued. “I am sorry for my deception, but under the circumstances it has become necessary to protect myself. Although we do not always agree, Your Honour, our two great societies have always lived in peace...until now. The Trade Federation has destroyed all that we have worked so hard to build. You are in hiding, my people are in camps. If we do not act quickly, all will be lost forever...I ask you to help us...” He fell to his knees. “No, I beg you to help us.”

There was a collective gasp from the troops and the guards, but Sirius ignored them.

“We are your humble servants...our fate is in your hands.”

Regulus dropped to his knees behind Sirius, the rest of the troops, guards and Jedi slowly doing the same.

The Boss looked around at them all in bewilderment before he began to laugh. “Yousa no tinken yousa greater den da Gungans… Mesa like dis. Maybe wesa bein friends.”

Sirius smiled happily.

…

The Gungans agreed to work with them, and they all set about making a plan of attack. Once it was finalised, the groups began to move off to their assigned tasks.

Sirius approached the Guard from where he had been talking with Regulus.

“What is the situation?”

“Almost everyone's in camps. A few hundred police and guards have formed an underground movement. I brought as many of the leaders as I could. The Federation Army's also much larger than we thought, and much stronger. Your Highness, this is a battle I do not think we can win.” The Guard informed him regretfully.

“The battle is a diversion. The Gungans must draw the Droid Army away from the cities. We can enter the city using the secret passages on the waterfall side. Once we get to the main entrance, Captain, you will create a diversion, so that we can enter the palace and capture the Viceroy. Without the Viceroy, they will be lost and confused.” Sirius spoke simply, but directly to those around him.

He refused to be overlooked or not taken seriously, simply because he was not dressed as The King.

Alastor and James watched the conversation from a few steps away.

“What do you think, Master Jedi?” Sirius asked once he noticed them.

“The Viceroy will be well guarded.” Alastor offered.

“The difficulty's getting into the throne room. Once we're inside, we shouldn't have a problem.” The Guard added.

“There is a possibility, with this diversion, many Gungans will be killed.” Alastor informed them.

The Boss waved his hand but spoke gravely. “Wesa ready to do are-sa part.”

Dobby nodded although his eyes were rather wide with fear.

“We have a plan which should immobilize the Droid Army. We will send what pilots we have to knock out the Droid control ship which is orbiting the planet. If we can get past their ray shields, we can sever communication and their droids will be helpless.” Sirius continued.

“A well-conceived plan.” Alastor agreed. “However, there's great risk. The weapons on your fighters may not penetrate the shields on the control ship.”

“And there's an even bigger danger. If the Viceroy escapes, Your Highness, he will return with another droid army.” James added, glancing at Regulus as he approached to stand next to Sirius, still dressed in the royal attire.

Sirius looked briefly at Regulus as well before speaking. “That is why we must not fail to get to the Viceroy. Everything depends on it.”

…

The battle was gruesome.

Many of the Gungans were killed during their fight with the droid army on the outskirts of the city, and even when it began to look like there was no way to win, all of a sudden, the droids collapsed. Their power had been cut, and they all stood motionless until the Gungans kicked and hit them down in victory.

There had been a squad of fighters going after the final battleship of the Trade Federation, and evidently someone had succeeded in destroying it. Sirius was later astonished to find out it had been Remus.

…

The aftermath was sombre, but victorious. The large, grand cruiser of the Supreme Chancellor landed in the courtyard of the main hanger, The King, Sirius, his Guard, and the troops stood guard of the Viceroy and his associates.

Sirius turned to smile serenely at the Viceroy. “Now, Viceroy, you are going to have to go back to the Senate and explain all this.”

“I think you can kiss your Trade franchise goodbye.” The Guard added happily.

Once the ramp had lowered, the troops escorted the Trade Federation on board, as Chancellor Palpatine, several guards, and some of the Jedi descended.

Regulus, still dressed as The King, stepped forward to greet them. “Congratulations on your election, Chancellor. It is so good to see you again.”

“It's good to be home. Your boldness has saved our people, Your Majesty. It is you who should be congratulated. Together we shall bring peace and prosperity to the Republic.”

James turned to greet Master Dumbledore and the handful of other Jedi who arrived with him. He was devastated over the loss of his Master, and the promise he had made held a great weight in his chest, but he knew he had to remain professional.

…

Later that day, James found himself kneeling before Dumbledore and several other Jedi.

“Confer on you, the level of Jedi Knight the Council does. But agree on you taking this boy as your Padawan learner, I do not.” Dumbledore eventually stated.

James felt a frustration build within him. “Alastor believed in him. I believe in Alastor.”

“The Chosen One the boy may be; nevertheless, grave danger I fear in his training.”

“Master Dumbledore, I gave Alastor my word. I will train Remus. Without the approval of the Council if I must.”

Dumbledore hummed in disapproval. “Alastor's defiance I sense in you. Need that, you do not. Agree, the council does. Your apprentice, young Lupin will be.”

…

At sunset, the group gathered around the funeral pyre to watch as Alastor’s body burned up into the sky.

Remus stood quietly next to James, his mind full of unanswered questions.

Once the body was gone, doves were released, and the beating of the drum fell silent.

Remus turned to James as he noticed others begin to move away.

James looked back at him with shiny eyes. “He is one with the Force, Remus...You must let go.”

Remus nodded, although he knew it would be easier said than done. “What will happen to me now?”

“I am your Master now. You will be a Jedi, I promise.”

On the other side of the pyre, Master Shacklebolt turned to Dumbledore.

“There is no doubt. The mysterious warrior was a Sith.”

“Always two there are....no more...no less. A master and an apprentice.” Dumbledore agreed serenely, staring directly ahead at the pyre.

“But which one was destroyed, the master or the apprentice?”

Dumbledore glanced up at him, but could offer no answer.

…

The next day, children sang and threw flowers on the passing Gungan soldiers in the streets of Theed. Crowds formed from all over and cheered all those marching in the parade. They were all free at last.

King Amidala stood at the front on the makeshift stage, next to Chancellor Palpatine, Regulus, his governing council members, James, and Remus. He smiled happily out as his people celebrated, and watched as The Boss of the Gungans rode up to the steps before the stage.

The Boss walked up the steps and held out his hands as The King placed the Globe of Peace into them. He turned around to face the crowd once more and held it above his head in victory.

Everyone in the crowd cheered.

Sirius watched as the parade continued to march on, and turned to smile happily at Remus.

It was a good day.

THE END.