Star Wars: The Force Masterlist

Star Wars: The Force Masterlist

With Love and Passion, I am Balanced

Falling in Love with a Force God:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Watching Padme's Future

Chapter 1

NOTE: BLUE LETTERS IS THE VISION/FUTURE

This does not follow the original timeline, I might do a story like that later on, but this completely AU. Skywalker chaos mostly, lol.

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"LUKE!" A female voice shouted. A girl appeared with brown curls styled into a braided bun, wearing nothing but a robe. A glare formed as her brown eyes settled on the blonde boy relaxing on the couch.

"Where are my clothes?! I know you hid them so don't you dare lie to me."

"Force, Leia, I'm trying to relax," replied Luke, rolling his blue eyes, "And besides we don't have training today, it's a weekend,” he ignored his sister’s fuming and resumed playing his holo games.

"I know that nerf herder, but my entire wardrobe is empty! Where did you hide them?"

Angry at the lack of response, Leia Force pushed him into the wall and summoned her lightsaber to her hand.

"What did you do that for!" he cried out.

Leia ignored him and twirled her lightsaber in response.

Luke, who groaned, called his lighter as well. The two siblings raced forward together and their lightsabers clashed together creating a dance of blue and green colors.

People gasped and whispered.

Holocameras flashed and clicked at a great speed, that for a moment all you could see was white.

“What’s going on–”

“The senator has Force-sensitive children!”

Jobal looked mortified, “Padme, what’s going on?”

The senator looked at her mother, “I’m not sure but I believe everything will be alright.”

Ruwee became slightly flustered, unable to comprehend anything.

"This is most disturbing," said Master Windu, "why would we allow the children to be in contact with their mother if they already started their training?”

Ahsoka looked at the two children of Senator Amidala and wondered what was so special about them.

Anakin, though quiet, was feeling proud at his future children’s display of fighting.

A brown haired girl walked to the living room shaking her head, taking a sip of faeri juice. 

"Ahem?” She waved her hand, knocking both Luke and Leia off their feet, “you know what mom says about using lightsabers in the house? Don’t you?” Her hand was firmly placed on her hip, her head tilted as she smirked.

A padawan looked awed, “I didn’t know you could do that.”

“It’s highly unlikely you could knock someone off balance using the Force when you are less skilled…” Obi-wan muttered, “she must be strong.”

Many Jedi Masters were already planning on how to approach the senator regarding the matter of her Force-sensitive children. Having two was rare, but three? What made them so special?

Facing away from each other, they apologized reluctantly, 

"Mom, Luke and Leia were fighting again!"

Leia looked scandalized.

"Shmi," Luke hissed.

Shmi laughed, unperturbed by their glares.

Anakin looked down, his fist clenched at his side.

We–Padme honored my mother… 

"Master?" Ahsoka questioned, her white facial marks furrowed in confusion.

He exhaled, "...Shmi was my mother's name."

Obi-wan stroked his beard.

“Shmi, I love that name,” Sola muttered, her parents also agreeing.

Padme smiled at the name, knowing how important it is to her husband. 

"Luke, Leia, how many times do I have to tell you you're not little kids any more," Padme chastised, her figure walking into the room, arms crossed. Following behind her, seven others emerged.

A blonde boy hopped on the couch, laughing with amusement, “you guys really need to stop fighting,” imitating his mother’s scolding.

“Qui-gon, don’t instigate.”

Qui-gon? Obi-wan felt as if he forgot to breathe, the dear senator named her son after his master.

Palpatine, who just smiled and nodded as he watched, was fuming with fury that he had to contain. If the blasted senator has this many kids, then his plan must’ve failed. What went wrong?

Coming over quickly to the couch, a mini female version of Anakin grabbed the remote and turned to her favorite channel.

“Master!”

“I know, Ahsoka.”

Many Jedi Masters stole a glance at the Jedi Knight and the senator, slowly putting the dots together.

“Aleena, why must you have a turn? It’s my turn now,” whined another brunette.

“Adira, stop complaining,” Aleena muttered, huffing softly.

Padme, only shook her head, leaving the room to her children, not all worried.

A brown haired, blue eyed boy gave Luke a controller, “wanna play?” his voice was quiet.

Luke smiled, ruffling his younger brother’s hair, “why not.”

The two sat on the floor, enjoying themselves.

“I’ll get you next time, nerfherder,” Leia shook her head, patting Luke’s hair in fondness.

Grinning at the challenge, Luke only promised that he will remain the victor.

“Fighting out of anger, they were not, only friendly sparring they engaged,” Master Yoda revealed, his glimmer stick hitting the ground twice.

Anakin knew as much, the sparring his eldest children engaged in looked like the ones he and Obi-wan would do.

“But, still, where are my clothes?”

“My closet. Bottom left corner.”

Leia turned around and ran into her blue eyed sister.

“Can we do something after you get dressed?” large, wide eyes seemed to sparkle as she begged.

“Sure, Lyra, we can.”

“Yay!”

The scene changed, showing Padme out in the veranda, sipping caf while she took a look at the reports.

Sola heaved a sigh, “why are you always working? I’m surprised you even have that many kids!”

Padme only shook her head, it was a wonder how no one seemed to realize who the father is.

Two young figures appeared through the doorway spotting their mother.

A young boy ruffled his sandy blonde hair, doing a shushing motion to his sister who nodded.

Tiptoeing behind their mother, slowly they moved closer and closer moving their hands to the woman.

“Aadaya, Kane, I know you’re behind me,” Padme commented nonchalantly, not taking her eyes off the datapad in her hands.

Shock was the only feature that was written on the youngest pair of twin’s faces.

“How did you know?” Kane gasped.

“Use the Force, you can not,” Aadaya frowned, copying Master Yoda’s way of speech.

Peals of laughter float across the crowd.

“I counted ten kids,” noted Kit Fisto, his hands on his hips as he grinned.

Aayla looked around her, noticing that Anakin had a small smile. Why was he smiling?

“...Seeing as how young Aadaya copied Master Yoda’s speech, is it safe to assume that she’s been around him long enough to do so?” Ki-Adi Mundi wondered aloud. Mace nodded in agreement.

“That would mean that the father of Senator Amidala’s children is…a Jedi.”

Shock stunned everyone, soon enough many bets were placed on who the father was.

Obi-wan rubbed his temple, I might have an idea on who the father is.

Padme laughed, “you’ve been around Master Yoda for too long, just be careful, your father would have a fit.”

Once again, there was a stunned silence.

“This just proves that the senator is involved with a Jedi.”

“But she knows better.”

“The highly respected senator would never involve herself with such a scandal!”

Wincing as the comments grew louder, Padme only hoped that future scenes would–could–sway their thoughts.

Aadaya giggled, “no promises.”

Kane plopped himself next to his mother, “what are you reading?”

“Boring senatorial stuff, people complain way too often.”

“Then why be a senator? Dad says the senate never gets anything done, and it’s such a headache to even try to comprehend what comes out of their mouth,” the young girl says matter of factly, her face was serious as she walked around the couch, sitting on an empty space.

Despite the situation, many continued to laugh.

“The senator involving herself with a man who hates politics? Absurd.”

Once again, Obi-wan knew the answer, an answer he dreaded and prayed every second that it wasn’t true.

“I know it sounds dreadful, but the satisfaction you feel after you know that you’ve helped someone is amazing.”

Loud cheers and shouts were heard. This just made Senator Amidala’s ratings skyrocket, no matter if she had an affair with a Jedi.

“Come, help me make dinner, your dad is bound to come with a stomach rumbling like a shaak rolling around on the plains of Naboo,” Padme rose from the couch, eliciting giggles from her youngest children.

The three left the veranda, laughing loudly as they did so.

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Watching Padme's Future

Chapter 2

Whispers, bets, shouting. That’s all one could hear for miles.

After viewing the first few moments of Senator Amidala’s private life, many have begun to like her even more. The holo-reports saying that she was nothing but a cold woman, one who doesn’t engage in romantic relationships, one who would rather be stuck in a stuffy office all day than be out socializing, are now all rumors, false, not the true Senator Amidala.

“She has lovely children.”

“A bit unorthodox if you asked me…”

“No one asked you.”

“I’m jealous of the man who is the father.”

“He must have some great genes.”

Padme blushed, which she tried to hide. She hopes and prays that nothing embarrassing would be shown, it is still her private life…at least, she hopes she could keep a shred of privacy, she would hate for all the hard work she’s done to maintain a nice quiet life behind the glamor of the Amidala personality to be over simply because the Force decided otherwise.

“Goddesses above help me,” she whispered, managing to catch a glance at her husband.

Jedi were talking furiously, all quiet of course, but one could tell that they were at a loss for words.

“The senator has helped us many times in the past, and she continues to do so now. I think we shouldn’t take her offspring,” Obi-wan said, putting a hand on his beard.

“They already have lightsabers, Master Kenobi, that means we already took them.”

“What about the fact that they are still in contact with her?” Adi Gallia asked, her eyes darted to the petite young senator.

“Hold off anymore decisions, we will, wait until the time is right, yes?” Yoda hobbled back towards the center, chuckling. The other Jedi Masters followed his lead.

The children were shown setting up a table, though not without arguments and protests.

“Oh come on, I think we should do blue today.”

“No! Pink! Pink is the best color.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Yuh uh.”

“Adira, Aleena, I’m surprised at you two, normally you are two peas in a pod,” Padme folded her arms across her chest, an apron tied neatly around her waist.

“But-!”

“No, today, we shall have periwinkle,” She turned and left, leaving the two girls to pout in disappointment.

“Periwinkle isn’t a bad color choice…” Aleena muttered, glancing at her triplet.

“Yeah…it’s a very pretty color…” Adira smiled. The girls shook hands and ran off to grab the napkins.

“They were fighting over the color of napkins?!” She could not believe her ears, Ahsoka wanted to sink down on her knees, how could one fight over napkins?

Some other padawans laughed at Ahsoka, claiming that they were happy they didn’t have to deal with this.

Lyra sat on the floor of the veranda, watching the air speeders zoom by. Huffing she moved to lay down, staring at the sky instead.

“He’s late.”

The father?

Whispers once again broke. Is it the father? “Padme, dear, why not tell us who the father is?” Ruwee moved to his daughter, placing a hand on her shoulder. The Jedi unconsciously stepped forward to hear the long awaited answer.

The brunette stared at her father, a long moment passed before she gazed skyward, “I’m sure this scene will tell you who the father is soon enough.”

Many people who strained their ears to hear deflated. The woman was still clinging to privacy that would soon be shredded. HoloNet reporters were typing furiously on their datapads, hoping that once this event is over, they can be the first to publish their article. 

A yellow and gray Jedi Starfighter came into view, landing flawlessly on the landing pad. A man hopped out, patting his R2 unit, laughing quietly when the droid chirped.

Lyra sat up quickly, her eyes widening.

“Daddy!”

The man smiled, catching his daughter who launched herself at him.

“Hello young one, I missed you,” the girl squeezed him, giving her father a radiant smile.

“So did I, Mom is making dinner with Leia!”

“Let’s go then, shall we?”

Silence.

All that could be heard was silence for miles. At least, the sounds of speeders above them do not count as noise.

Chaos soon erupted. Shouts of confusion were all anyone could hear.

“ANAKIN SKYWALKER?”

“Oh my gods…”

“Anakin what did you do?”

“Master!?”

“A Jedi? Padme, out of all the men available you chose a Jedi?”

Anakin winced, this is not good. Running a hand through his hair, he stepped closer to his wife. Eyes focused on his movements, he smiled wryly, could he not have a moment of peace where he doesn’t have to think that someone is constantly watching him?

No?

Pity.

Palpatine felt an emotion he hasn’t felt in years. 

Nervousness. 

Impossible. 

Mace Windu stepped towards him, and Palaptine wanted to bare his teeth at the dark-skinned Jedi. Leaning over, the Jedi Master told him some instructions, to which the chancellor agreed. He cleared his throat, walking over to the microphone, tapping it three times to attract the attention of the people.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I assure you that not everything here will come to fruition. I have been informed by Jedi Master, Mace Windu, that the future could change. This is only one possibility.”

Doubts could be heard. 

Only one person won the bet on the father of Padme Amidala’s children, and it was none other than Obi-wan Kenobi.

“Do you have anything to say, Knight Skywalker?” Master Mundi asked.

“I do not, only that I noticed I have yet to be expelled since I still carry my lightsaber in the future,” Anakin replied, bowing slightly.

The Korun Master silently cursed Anakin, this boy will become trouble, he’s sure of it.

Plo Koon and Kit Fisto hovered together, making slight comments on which child they should take as a padawan, that is of course the other masters decided not to expel Skywalker.

Yoda slammed his favorite stick against the tiled floor, causing everyone to quiet down.

“Wait we will, until more is revealed, hasty I will not be, enjoy the peace with young Skywalker we must.”

At this, the Jedi looked at the green master who only pointed upward, where Anakin was shown with his daughter, smiling freely. Not a smirk. Not a grin. Not a fake plaster smile he uses with the paparazzi. But a true, real, authentic smile. That made everyone calm down, just slightly. 

Gasps could be heard once Anakin had appeared through the doorway.

“Dad!”

Soon enough the children, minus Luke and Leia, were clamoring to hug their father. Lyra was forced out of the circle, her eyes narrowed slightly.

“How was the mission–”

“I thought you said you’d be back home later!”

Luke and Leia laughed as they soon saw the look on their father’s face. They, along with Lyra, joined in the Skywalker pile. Padme came out, crossing her arms, a content smile on her face.

Anakin grinned, laugh lines crinkled as he did so, he stretched his palm outward, beckoning the woman he deems an angel to join, which she did. The elder man threw his head back, laughing, his entire world is here, safe in his arms.

“Wow.”

“I’m jealous.”

Jobal was worried, she knew, or at least read, how dangerous of a job it was being a Jedi, yet looking at this scene she knew that her youngest couldn’t be in safer hands…she hoped so.

Letting each other go, everyone headed to the dining room, laughter and joy was present in the room. Chatter was loud and unrelenting, voices talked over each other and  it was hard to hear one another, yet they happened to manage it.

The Jedi Masters held off their chiding remarks and just enjoyed the peace. If Anakin was here, being as free as a Shaak on the Naboo plains, then the war must’ve ended.

…

….

THE WAR!?

How could they have forgotten? For some reason, Dooku has not attacked, which was highly suspicious, but a relief.

Calming themselves, they returned their attention to the vision orb above.

The scene changed, a hallway was shown, a figure dressed in a dark robe with the hood hiding their features. Smoke made its way inside, giving the figure a terrifying aura.

A lightsaber hummed to life, a purple blade sizzled. A black polished knee-high boot came forward. The heel made a cracking sound. Step-by-step, this action was repeated, slowly.

“A purple saber?” Ahsoka gasped. Anakin turned his head towards Mace Windu. Unless the Korun Master decided to change his wardrobe quite drastically into something more feminine, he had no idea who this figure was.

“This…is strange,” Plo Koon drawled.

Multiple figures ran forward, igniting their own lightsabers, lights of red mixed with purple.

“You have two options, die willingly or die fighting,” one snarled, his own black hood covering his face, but the anger in his voice could not be hidden.

“Lousy options, let me do you one better,” a feminine voice spoke, amusement and indifference present in her tone, “Surrender willingly or die willingly, your choice of course.”

Yoda’s ears flattened against his head, “lost, she is. To the Dark Side, she has fallen.”

Anakin disagreed, he doubted it, he knew this wasn’t a darksider. The other Jedi Masters lowered their heads in mourning for the fallen Jedi. 

What Sith would voluntarily use a purple lightsaber? That was Ahsoka’s only thought.

The masked dark siders all but growled, racing forward attempting to be the first to strike this woman down. Raising her hand, they all froze in mid-air, grunts could be heard.

The woman's head turned slightly, facing the nearest enemy, “you…choose death, then?” A chuckle erupted out of her, causing the beings with the red lightsabers to tremble with fear in the air.

“Excellent choice.”

Two cracks bounced off the empty walls of the room, two figures fell from the air. The woman moved forward, striking two others. She released the others, engaging in a spar, though it was futile on her opponents part, for each of them died within a single stroke of her lightsaber. Twirling her weapon impressively, she extinguished it, sheathing it on her belt.

“That was brutal!” A man screamed from somewhere within the crowd. Many others agreed. 

“I wouldn’t want to be caught in her path.”

Shivers ran down the Jedi Masters spine, what a horribly gruesome way to kill your enemies.

Using both hands, she pulled her hood down, sparkling blue-brown eyes danced with satisfaction. She shook her blondish-brown hair and a smirk formed, she activated her commlink.

“Mission accomplished.”

“Did you do what I think you did?” A voice crackled from the other side.

“I don’t know what you mean, they have been handled, prepare the 501st,” the young woman snorted.

My 501st? The Jedi General wondered.

Ahsoka sighed in relief, “She hasn’t turned to the Dark Side–” 

“–Not yet,” Mace Windu interrupted, making the young Togruta gulp.

Obi-wan coughed, gathering many onlookers attention, “are we going to ignore the fact that this woman said ‘501st’?”

At that, many paled, though Anakin searched the crowd for his clone captain.

“Rex! Come here will you?”

The armored captain heeded his general’s commands, quickly making work of his legs and skipped a step at a time, finally reaching Anakin Skywalker.

“Yes, General?”

“You should stay here, just in case,” Anakin’s blue eyes found Rex’s brown ones.

“Yes, sir.”

“Aadaya.”

People gasped, wasn’t this General Skywalker and Senator Amidala’s child?

Fear struck through many hearts at the thought.

Aadaya laughed, “Kane, where are my troopers? I need their help, I already finished the hard part.”

“They’re on their way, Skywalker out.”

“That’s the Skywalker genes right there,” Anakin smirked. The people near him turned to him in confusion.

“Fighting in a badass type of way, only the Skywalkers can ever do stunts like that,” he explained, making everyone roll their eyes, yet silently agreeing with him. Only the Skywalkers apparently.

“At least we know the young girl hasn’t turned–” Plo was interrupted by Mundi.

“Not yet.”

Grumbling, Anakin looked at his wife who gave him a shaky smile.

Whatever happens, they will do it together.

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The Great Grandchildren

Chapter 1

Traveling through time was not on their agenda, yet, they have no choice. Can they save the galaxy? Can they change the fate of their family? Can Allana Solo and Animé Skywalker make things right?

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

When Animé Skywalker thought of running, she never imagined running for her life. Well…that wasn’t entirely true. She had been in hiding for what seemed to be most of her life. She and her cousin Allana Solo had been hiding from Jedi haters, bounty hunters, and worst of all…Allana’s father. 

Darth Caedus.

For seven years, Animé had been on the run from Jacen Solo. Her father, Ben Skywalker and her mother, Vestara Khai, were both killed trying to save her. Great Aunt Leia and Great Uncle Han had taken her in, along with Allana, when they were younger. 

Jacen seemed to be taking up the old Sith sport in hunting for remaining Jedi and either turning them into slaves for the Sith, or killing them. Currently they were on the plant Lothal, almost hiding in plain sight it would seem. Of course, the surnames Skywalker and Solo were hailed as powerful names. Not just anyone held those names. So in order to hide, Animé and Allana changed their surnames, taking on the name Adova. 

Looking out the window where she worked as a seamstress, Animé shook her head. Once again she was lost in thought, and if her boss hadn’t loved her, she would’ve been fired long ago.

“Ani! Is your head in the clouds again?” 

Animé snorted and smiled at her cousin.

“‘Course not Lana, I have too much work to be completed for my head to be swimming up there with purrgils,” she laughed. She looked back at the work in front of her and continued her project. Hearing Allana snort, she turned her head to Allana’s direction, raising a single brow.

“Please, dear cousin, I know you better than that, what’s on your mind?” Blue eyes met blue, and Allana challenged her to spout another lie. 

Animé sighed, why couldn’t the Force be kinder to her family? Her family always had a knack for getting too chummy with the Darkside, only two members, which was still too many, ever fell. The rest toed the line but managed to be brought back to the light. Including her.

“Your father, Lana…your father.”

Instantly, Allana’s eyes dimmed, and her playful mood vanished. “Oh…I see.”

Animé gave her a sympathetic gaze, one which Allana waved away. Allana knew all too well how her cousin felt.

“One day...everything will be set right, Ani...one day, whether or not the Skywalkers and Solos live,” Allana said firmly. Only the family truly knows how much the Skywalkers play a part in the galaxy falling Yet, time and time again, the Skywalkers were the saviors of the galaxy. 

“But, what if Jacen does hunt us down, and he kills-”

Allana interrupted Animé harshly, “he won’t! My fath-my father wouldn’t be so cruel.” Tears gathered in her eyes as Animé came closer to wrap her arms around her.

“Of course, Lala,” calling her by her first nickname when they were just younglings, “I was insensitive to even consider it.” Although, she kept her thoughts to herself. After all, it was Jacen who killed her Grandma Mara.

“It’s alright, I thought about it too, it just...hurts..y’know?” Allana sniffled and backed away from the hug, wiping stray tears away. Animé nodded, hesitantly turning back to her station. Allana followed her lead and they finished their work in silence.

“I want to see a purrgil,” Allana said suddenly as they were putting their tools back in their proper places. Animé choked on her caf.

“Wh-where did this topic come from?” Allana giggled and handed Animé some paper towels to dry her face.

“You mentioned it earlier, I wonder how they look, and how big they are.”

Animé tapped her chin thoughtfully and shrugged on her bag, “probably really, really, really, big, they’re hyperspace whales for Force’s sake!” 

Allana styled her hair in two buns that closely resembled how her grandmother Leia used to style her hair. “True, you think they can travel anywhere? I heard deep space pilots talk about it once, they can travel between galaxies!”

The girls waved goodbye to their coworkers and headed home, to a house near the outskirts of the city. 

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“We’re home,” Allana called out, putting her shoes away on a bench near the front door.

An elderly woman with graying hair walked to them, kissing them both on the cheek. “You came just in time, dinner is ready, go wash your hands.” The girls nodded. 

Walking back to the dining room, Allana, refreshed and dressed in a white top and black sleep pants, noticed that her Grandpa Han was already there at the table.

“Hey, kid, what took you so long?” Han raised an eyebrow as he drank some blue milk.

“Mé and I wanted to freshen up,” she shrugged, taking a seat next to him.

“Speaking of Mé, where is she?”

“Getting dressed.”

Han hummed, going back to the holo news. Leia came with a tray full of steaming, hot vegetables and meat. Animé came back dressed in a black nightgown. 

She set dead birds on plates, calling Anji and Sari, the medium sized nexu and Lothal wolf padded down the hallway.

“Yum,” Animé sniffed, entering the kitchen, “I smell Shaak meat.”

“Come sit, dear, tell us about work.” Leia beckoned Animé over to the table. As the four members of the family helped themselves, Allana and Animé recalled events that happened during their shift.

“There was a going away party–”

“–and it was amazing–!”

“–one of the older workers was retiring–” 

“–it was kinda sad to see her leave–”

“–but it was wholesome in the end.” Han and Leia chuckled, their eyes sparkling. 

“Sounds like fun, girls,” Han commented. He and Leia shared a sad look, one that was missed between the younger girls. 

“Grandpa, is it okay if we could fly tomorrow, on the Falcon?” Allana asked, shoving her greens around on her plate. Animé’s eyes lit up and she clapped her hands twice.

“Yeah, can we? We promise to be careful, it’s our day off tomorrow,” Animé added after swallowing a bite of Nuna Legs. Leia hummed thoughtfully.

“I suppose...but only if you promise not to leave the planet.”

Han looked scandalized, “That’s my ship you are talking about…but, I suppose you could, don’t go breaking it now, that’s the only thing I have left.”

The two girls cheered and talked excitedly to each other.

“Oh, see what you did, Leia? Now we’ll never hear the end of this for the rest of dinner,” Han complained jokingly, he winced when Leia landed a swift jab to his arm.

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The next morning, Animé and Allana woke up bright and early, excited. Allana dressed in a short white cropped top, with beige pants, dark brown boots, and an olive green jacket. Styling her hair into twin pigtails.

Animé, wore a short black cropped top, paired with a matching dark gray cropped jacket and skirt. She buckled on her black knee high boots and parted her hair, styling it into a half-up half-down.

When she arrived at the kitchen, Leia was sipping caf chatting quietly with her husband.

“Aunt Leia, Uncle Han,” Animé greeted warmly, giving the two a kiss on the cheek, “is Allana still in her room?”

Leia nodded, “there is some breakfast on the counter, I made pannacakes.”

Allana ran straight to the kitchen, offering a quick hello to the three people occupying the living room.

“Pannacakes!” Shouted Allana in glee. Animé laughed and followed her to the kitchen. Grabbing a healthy serving they returned to the living room and turned on the HoloNet.

It was a quiet morning with the Skywalker-Solos. The soft chatter coming from the HoloNet made everything feel homey, cozy, full of peace.

“Mmm, those were the best, Grandma, thanks so much,” Allana praised. Han grinned.

“You should’ve tasted her food back when we first married, she was awfu–hey! What was that for!” Han suddenly yelped.

“You nerfherder, I have always been a great cook,” Leia sent him the stink eye, mouthing promising words of punishment. Animé rolled her eyes in amusement and shook her head, leaving the two alone.

She grabbed her cousin’s dish and washed it, putting them on the rack.

“You ready to go flying, Ani?” 

“Obviously, wanting to fly runs in the family,” they both grinned at the statement, knowing how true it was.

“Grandma, Grandpa, we’re heading out now.”

Just as they turned to leave, Han called them back to the living room.

“Just a minute, Leia, go grab them, you know where you hid it.”

The older woman stood up and went into her and Han’s room, the two younger girls shared a confused look.

“Uncle, what is it?”

“While we know you’re just out flying, we still want you to be safe, and well…”

Leia came back, holding a box that was crafted using Naboo’s style.

“Here are your lightsabers, use it only in an emergency,” she opened the box, two lightsabers lay there next to a severed braid and a Japor snippet, along with a few letters and other small trinkets.

“Wow,” Allana gasped softly. Animé glanced at the other contents.

“What is that, Aunt Leia?”

Leia looked pained, “according to the research I did all those years ago, this braid belonged to my father, and the necklace was given to my mother, a gift also from my father…it was rescued after she was burned at the pyre on Naboo,” she heaved a large sigh, Han had a look of sympathy at his wife’s sadness, “this made me believe Anakin Skywalker was more human before he turned, that he loved Padmé Amidala truly.”

Leia gave Allana her lightsaber, “I hope you don’t lose it, don’t follow the old Skywalker tradition of misplacing one’s lightsaber, your Uncle Anakin, father and Uncle Luke tended to do this.” Allana gave a small smile and nodded, promising she wouldn’t. She scooted back, wanting to get reacquainted with her weapon.

The woman turned to her niece, “I know you haven’t built your lightsaber yet, so I decided to keep this tradition,” she pulled out the other lightsaber, while it was clean, Animé knew it saw many battles, “this was your Grandma Mara’s, before that, it was your Grandpa Luke’s…and before that, it was your great grandfather’s,” Animé took it hesitantly, not sure if she was ready to continue the Skywalker legacy, she felt Allana sending her comfort through the Force, promising her that will continue it together.

Han came over and gave the Japor snippet to Animé, while he gave a small silver headpiece to Allana. 

“This headpiece signified the Goddess of freedom on Naboo, or whatever hokey-pokey they believed in–” Han was cut off when Leia punched him, causing the two girls to set off in fits of laughter. Animé put on the Japor snippet and helped Allana redo her hair, styling it into a half-up half-down as well, they gingerly fit the headpiece on.

They grinned, they had something connected to their great grandparents.

“While we love these gifts, we’re just going out for a ride, it’s not like we’re leaving the planet or whatever,” Allana ended up saying after a few minutes of silence.

“We wanted to give this to you long ago, but we felt that now was the time,” Leia explained, closing the box and putting it on the table, Han came over and gave her a hug. Animé and Allana saw how old and weary they looked. They saw many tragedies, and they vowed to set things right…however they were going to do it.

“We love you, now go off on your adventure, but be back before sundown,” Han kicked them out with a laugh. The girls clipped their sabers to their belt,  gave them a hug and waved goodbye, running out the door and into the garage.

“Anji, Sari, let’s go, it’s time for our trip,” Allana whistled, the big beasts following the sound.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“WAHOOOO!” Allana yelled out in pure excitement. It was Animé’s turn to fly and she did a series of twists, turns, and other near-death tricks.

“I can’t believe he let us fly!” 

“The Force works in mysterious ways,” Allana said wisely, nodding her head slowly, as if she was an old wisened Jedi Master. Animé laughed when her cousin let out a startled gasp.

“Ani! Look!” She pointed to a large blue hole, swirling in the sky.

The two slowly looked at each other and slow grins formed into smirks.

A Skywalker smirk.

Animé suddenly caused the ship to move forward and fly faster in the hole’s direction. They gaped, the Falcon stopping a few hundred feet away. The hole was blue on the rim and pitch black in the center. Purple dust fell continuously as it slowly rotated in a slow motion.

“What is this…” Animé whispered. Allana shook her head slowly.

“Whatever it is, it can’t be good, we have to go.” Animé nodded in agreement, and set the course back home. 

But they didn’t move after she punched in the coordinates.

The ship started to slowly glide forward, up into the portal’s center.

“Mé…?”

Animé had a terrified look on her face, “The ship is moving on its own, Lana!”

Soon the girls were pressing every button, trying to stop the ship. They screamed when they finally entered the hole. A white light blinded them for a moment. When suddenly a different world seemed to exist in front of their eyes.

Luminescent purple trees, blue grass that lit the way for anyone who walked across it, five moons were shown. Animé and Allana’s jaws dropped in sheer wonder.

Stars twinkled in the night sky, crystal butterflies danced with wind. 

“What is this place?” Anime gasped once again.

“This is the homeworld, the afterlife, the Force.” A voice answered, making the girls jump up in surprise.

“You will make things right, my children. You must not delay.”

“What do you mean? What’s going on?” Allana said.

“I believe in you, save my son and the galaxy, show my son back to the path of the light.”

“W-wait! No! Don’t go!” They shouted in unison. 

But, the world around them started to blur, the ship beeped and sirens were making themselves known to the girls who broke out of their stupor.

“Animé, help me with this!”

“I’m trying to stop the ship from breaking, Allana!”

The Falcon gave a violent shake, causing the girls to be thrown out the cockpit, hitting their heads against the wall.

Their eyes slowly closed.

Falling into a dreamless sleep, they could only hear one thing:

“Save him.”

Then all was pitch black.

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Luke and Leia refuse to believe that anyone would think their parents (and Uncle Obi-wan) are hot. Can the twins come up with a plan to succeed and convince their friends that they're not?

~~~~~~~

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

“...The Trade Federation was eventually blown up by none other than the Chosen One, Jedi Master Anakin Skywalker at nine years old, saving the Planet Naboo.” Terria Marayne explained to her class. Many eyes were focused on the Skywalker twins who held proud smiles, knowing how cool their dad was. 

The bell rang signifying that Prodigious Coruscanti High School was over. 

“Remember students,” the teacher called out as the kids stuffed their papers into their bags, “I want a detailed report of the Battle of Naboo, it’s due next week.”

“No doubt we’ll pass with flying colors,” Luke whispered to his twin, which Leia just snorted and shoved him out of the classroom. 

“Don’t cheat, Nerfherder.” 

“You wound me, Lei-Lei, how can I cheat on something so easy?”

The hallways were filled with students coming in and out of rooms, many stood in the hallways, talking with friends. Leia headed to her locker organizing her stuff when she heard her name being called.

“Leia!”

Turning around, Leia waved her friends over. Three girls, a green Twi’lek with green eyes, a Pantoran, and a human with blue hair and brown eyes walked over. 

“It must be so cool to have your dad in history class, huh?” asked Hali, the Pantoran. Leia shrugged.

“I mean, it is, but we grew up with those stories, with way more details, this is hardly anything.”

 Gia pulled her blue hair lightly, “if you say so, but I doubt it though...nine years old? Please, that’s impossible.”

“That’s why he’s the Chosen One, Gia, not some regular old Jedi,” a new voice joined the conversation. The green Twi’lek, Jora, scoffed.

“I don’t remember you being allowed in this conversation, We’lin.” Said girl gave them an unimpressed look.

“Honestly, I thought you guys would be more knowledgeable when it came to Anakin Skywalker, considering you’re friends with his daughter.”

Leia sighed, “That’s enough We’lin, I get why they doubt it, no reason to be so snarky, let’s go guys.” The four girls left the angered Zebrak, who scoffed and walked away.

“What’s her problem?” Jora hissed slightly.

“She’s jealous that I’m friends with you and not her, she wants to be in close proximity with someone famous,” Leia led her friends to the front door of the building,

“Hm, no reason to be so-- hey, what’s going on?” Hali muttered. Gia saw Luke and called his name.

“Luke!”

The boy turned his head and waved his hands to his sister and her friends. The small group walked to where Luke was standing. His friends gaping, their eyes unblinking. The girls were confused until they saw who captured everyone’s attention— students, teachers, and parents alike.

Anakin Skywalker.

He stood against the newest model of a LV-80 speeder, it is one of the fastest luxury speeders, only the wealthy could afford one. He wore his usual black Jedi robes, though, today, they were looking very fashionable. Anakin ran his fingers through his hair, biting his lips as his attention was drawn to the datapad in his hand.

“Oh my…” Hali’s words got caught in her throat. Luke and Leia groaned silently, rolling their eyes simultaneously. 

“The senator truly is lucky to have married him–”

“How can he look so flawlessly handsome?”

“He hardly aged, I dare say…”

“You’re right about that, Xeni.”

Luke facepalmed, he didn’t need to overhear the whispers about his father from the teachers no less.

“Bro, your dad looks so cool!” Derran commented.

“Imagine having a father as powerful as him–”

“Look at the speeder.”

“Imagine being this rich–”

“Why doesn’t he come over often, Luke?” A human girl wondered with a dazed look in her eyes.

“He’s busy…saving the galaxy and all,” Luke said, slightly put off at her facial expression.

Leia fared no better as her friends practically drooled at the sight. 

“Leiaaa, you’re so lucky, your dad looks so hot,” Gia gasped. Leia blanched. Seriously? How weird are her friends? Jora had a noticeable pink tint coloring her cheeks. Hali fanned herself, muttering words like “..amazing…lucky...wish I was older…not fair…”

“Guys, that’s my dad, stop calling him hot!” Leia told them, mortified. Her friends stared at her, breaking away from their stupor.

“And!?” They shrieked.

“He’s hot-”

“Only you would see him as mediocre–”

“We hardly get to see him in the flesh–”

“–he’s your dad and we’re your friends–”

“–let us worship him–”

“–and fantasize over him–”

“–in peace, Leia,” the girls finished off in unison.

Shaking her head Leia left her star-struck friends and made her way over to her brother.

“They are so creepy,” Luke mentioned, taking his sister’s bag for her. 

“At least your friends think Dad is cool, my friends find him hot.” Leia informed him, Luke gagged.

“Gross.”

“You’re telling me.”

The Skywalker twins pushed their way to the front of the crowd.

“Dad!” Leia yelled out.

Anakin’s head snapped up, spotting his eldest son and daughter. He gave them a grin, stashing his datapad in the speeder.

The Force rang with such admiration, jealousy, and infatuation that Luke and Leia had to hurry away from the seemingly endless crowd.

“Hey, Troublemakers, how’s school?” Anakin smiled, girls once again swooned, he took their bags, and began placing them in the back seats.

“Uh, let’s tell you on the way,” Luke hurried. Their father’s eyes narrowed slightly, his eyebrow raised.

“What’s the hurry?”

“We just want to get home, see Mom, our siblings…y’know, we don’t want to be stuck here,” Leia came up with a cover quickly as Luke tried thinking of a lie. Anakin nodded and ushered them to his brand new speeder. 

Noticing the crowd, he gave them a roguish smirk and a semi salute. Chuckling once he felt emotions ringing through the force, he left the group of people standing there in surprise.

 Luke gawked as he studied the inside of the speeder.

“This speeder is so wizard, Dad!” Anakin laughed, he fired up the engine and set off towards their apartment.

“Glad you like it, son, recognize the model?”

Luke racked his brain, “is it the new LV-80? I thought it wasn’t out yet.”

Anakin nodded in approval, “True, but you know how I receive certain gifts for saving the galaxy, even though it’s been sixteen years. If I like a certain gift, then their ratings go up. It’s business,” he explained, “not to mention, I already modified it,”  Anakin handed him the manual, and Luke smiled like a little kid, reading all the latest features in the speeder.

Leia watched as towers, apartments, and other buildings zoomed by.

“What’s in your head princess?” Anakin looked back at her, before setting his attention back to the oncoming traffic.

“I was wondering, after I become a Jedi Knight, I should maybe start in politics, like Mom.”

Anakin chuckled softly, “I think that’s wonderful, you should tell your Mother about it.”

~~~~~~~

The 500 Republica came into view. Anakin smiled, thinking of his wife.

Landing the speeder with such speed and smoothness on the veranda, Luke complimented his dad over and over again, with Anakin promising his son that they can go flying over the weekend.

“Dad, Dad!”

“Papa’s home with Luke and Leia!”

Several footsteps could be heard stomping down the stairs as the trio exited the speeder.

“Woah, is that a new speeder!?” a fourteen year old boy with brown hair and brown eyes asked. Luke had a confused look on his face.

“What do you mean, Jinn? Dad, did you just buy this?”

Anakin grinned gleefully, “that’s right, I bought it months ago but I recently just finished the modifications and decided to surprise you guys.”

He noticed his youngest daughter’s blue eyes glowed with excitement, Shiraya was told she acted like her father when it came to droids and ships.

Leia rolled her eyes and shook her head, her hands on her hips as she watched the rest of her siblings fawn over the speeder. An arm was suddenly slung over her shoulder with slight force, she let out an ‘oof’ in surprise.

“I think this one needs her screws tightened, Angel, the rest of my kids love speeders, yet this one malfunctioned,” Anakin remarked in mock seriousness, Leia raised her head to see her dad giving her a mischievous smirk. Padme, along with 3P0 and R2, walked closer to the father-daughter duo and giggled melodically. 

3P0 overheard and exclaimed, “Master Ani, I highly doubt organic beings, such as Mistress Leia, possess the ability to hold screws, much less malfunction.” R2 gave a series of beeps then rolled away to the speeder. “How rude, R2, I will have you know I studied humans for as long as I can remember, after all I–” 3P0 followed his companion giving him another lecture. Anakin sighed exasperatedly. Padme shook her head.

“Ani, may I remind you, they’re my kids as well? I would like to have one normal kid who doesn’t blow up junk everytime I look in their direction,” she crossed her arms, sending her husband an unimpressed stare.

“We do not blow junk up!” The Skywalker-machine-loving members protested. Mother and daughter looked at each other before doubling over in fits of laughter. Anakin and the children sent Leia and Padme identical pouts. 

“Leia, it seems like you’re the only one who actually took after me,” Padme teased. Jinn ran over to his mother and gave her a hug.

“What about me? I look like you!” He tried reasoning with her. She had a thoughtful look on her face, pretending to think about it. Jinn looked at her and was scandalized at the notion.

“Mommm.” Padme laughed and kissed her look-like on the cheek.

“Of course, Jinn, I never doubted it for a second.” Feeling victorious, he ran back to his siblings and chatted about new turbo thrusters their dad could install with Luke.

Anakin crossed his arms with a small smile on his face, “I swear, he’s another mama’s boy.”

“Oh no, Ani, he’s all you, you should hear him talk about lightsaber battles when you’re at the Temple,” Padme said, “He acts like you a little more each day.”

Leia nodded, silently agreeing with her. “Oh, Mom, is it okay if you can pick Luke and I up from school next week?”

Her parents gave her a confused look, “Sure, I can rearrange my schedule, but I thought you were happy when your dad came over.”

“I am, I was happy, but the thing is…”

“Our friends, especially Leia’s, were fawning over Dad, the teachers were even caught in a whirlwind over his looks,” Luke added when he came over to hug his mom. Anakin coughed and blushed as Padme turned her gaze to him.

“Is that so? Did any of them flirt with him? Or vice versa?”

Anakin gaped, “Angel, you hurt me, how could you ever think of a thing like that?”

Padme ignored him and encouraged her eldest twins to finish explaining. Anakin groaned in the background.

“We don’t want to feel such revolting emotions–” Leia started

“–coming from our classmates and teachers.” Finished Luke. 

Anakin snorted, “Tough luck, kids, your mom is the most beautiful woman in the galaxy, they will probably find her just a little bit more enticing than I am.”

“Don’t listen to him, I won’t attract attention to myself, unlike your father, of course I will come.”

Luke and Leia grinned and high-fived each other. Anakin rolled his eyes and glared non-threateningly at Padme, “I feel so loved, Angel.”

Padme laughed and kissed her husband’s pouty lips, “I only want you to myself, my love.”

“You have me, but maybe I should go, in case some teachers get the wrong idea,” Anakin smirked in a way that Padme felt Nubian butterflies in her stomach.

“Sorry, Ani, I’m afraid you’ll have to stay home on this mission, and watch the rest of your kids.” He shook his head, leaning down to capture her lips once more.

“Mhm, sounds like fun.”

Mimi’s blonde hair bounced as she skipped past her parents, “Mom, Dad, I’m hungry, can we go to Dex’s Diner?”

“Ooh, yea, can we?” Jayden’s brown eyes lit up, already thinking of the yummy Zeltros sliders. The elder Skywalkers looked at each other with amusement dancing in their eyes.

“Why not.”

~~~~~~~

“Hurry up, Leia, you still need to eat breakfast,” Luke called out, buckling his boots on, while simultaneously drinking blue milk.

“Luke, put your stinky feet down,” cried Mimi.

Leia pulled her braided hair into a ponytail and buckled on her belt. Dashing from her room, she slid into the kitchen where her five siblings were eating breakfast. Grabbing a stack of pannacakes, and pouring herself a cup of blue milk, she sat next to Shiraya who was levitating a small Nubian star fruit.

“Shira, please eat, you need to be at the Temple soon,” Padme instructed, walking by the table plucking the star fruit from the air, popping it into her mouth.

“Yes, mama,” the fourteen year old sighed. Her blue eyes danced around the room, mischievousness sparkled to life, already planning on the fun pranks she would pull at the Temple. Giggling to herself, she poured sticky honey sauce on her pannacakes, and shoved them in her mouth.

A bus horn was heard outside and the eldest twins grabbed their bags running out on the veranda.

“Bye guys!” The two yelled out.

Anakin stretched and frowned, noticing that Leia forgot her comm.

“Leia! Catch!”

Said girl turned in time to use the Force to catch her comm that was thrown to her. “Thanks, Dad!”

Finding themselves a seat, many students were in awe, seeing the Chosen One use the Force in front of their very eyes.

“Hands down, Luke,” Derran said, “your dad is the coolest.”

~~~~~~~

“Will Master Skywalker be picking you up today?” Hali asked with a slight grin. 

“Not today,” Leia shook her head.

“Pity, Anakin Skywalker is one of the finest creatures my eyes have ever seen,” We’lin commented as she strode by, not stopping for the group to retort.

“For once, I can agree with her,” Jora remarked. The female Skywalker shuddered.

“Let’s just go.”

Luke was hanging out with his friends at the front of the landing docks, eating snacks.

“–I swear, Killian Urden is the best character to play, hands down,” a human-twi’lek hybrid said.

“Orman’s right, he’s the best character that has been released,” Derran agreed.

A male togruta, Fel-qin, objected, “Please, Carlip Brush is the best.” The other boys groaned.

“He’s the worst! Luke, who do you like?” Orman turned his attention to the blonde boy. Luke chewed thoughtfully.

“While Carlip has the best combos, I have to agree with Derran and Orman, Killian’s swordplay can easily beat Carlip’s gun combos.”

Fel-qin looked betrayed, “How could you say that! Luke, you’re my best mate!” The male Skywalker shrugged and laughed as the togruta tried stealing his granos chips.

A stylish looking Nubian speed craft pulled into view, parking in front of the school.

Derran, Orman, and Fel-qin’s eyes practically bugged out of their heads. Seeing a LV-80 speeder was shocking enough, but witnessing a Nubian aircraft was just as rare.

“Holy, look at that speeder…she’s a beauty,” Fel-qin whispered, the other boys nodding.

A man dressed in the Naboo Royal Security uniform, stepped out, opening the back door. A woman dressed in purple and silver stepped out. Fixing wayward strands of hair, she scanned the premises until her eyes spotted one half of the target.

“Luke!” 

A crowd had already gathered when the aircraft arrived, their attention soon turned to the boy whose name was called out.

“Hi, Mom,” Luke waved and smiled. He turned his head to see his friends’ mouths open wide.

“That-that’s your mom!?”

“She’s so hot, Holy Sith…”

“Luke…you’ve been holding out on us.”

“If only I was older and a  Jedi, hell, if only I knew your mom, I would’ve banged her,” Derran muttered. He winced when a slap was directed toward his head and later three swift punches were delivered. 

Luke groaned and fumed silently, “guys…that’s my mother you’re talking about, stop looking at her like she’s meat,” he glared. His friends looked away abashedly for a hot second before their eyes were drawn towards the pretty Naboo senator again. 

“See you guys…” he waved uncaringly. 

“H-Hey, Luke, wait-!”

Luke made his way over to his mother, giving her a kiss on the cheek. The woman smiled, ruffling her eldest son’s hair.

“How was school?”

“It was okay, we passed on the Battle of Naboo,” he smirked, nearly identical to his father’s. Padme laughed, making the male students and teachers’ heart beat with such vigor, they knew they would do anything for her.

“That’s my son, you knew that story the minute you were born,” she gave him such a proud look, Luke felt his heart burst with love for his mom. “Where’s your sister?” Padme looked over his shoulder for any sign of the brunette teen.

He shrugged, “not sure, she’ll be out in a minute though, I can feel her Force presence coming closer.” the senator nodded and happily chatted with her son.

“What’s with the crowd?” Hali asked. Leia felt a feeling manifest in her stomach.

“Oh no.”

Making their way towards the front, what seems to be a woman, identical looking to Leia, and Luke were chatting in front of a Nubian aircraft.

“For someone nearing their fifties, she sure hasn’t aged…”

“No wonder Master Skywalker married her–”

“–I wonder if I could ever shoot my shot with–”

“Oh shut up, Bron, she married the Chosen One–”

“I’m jealous.”

“She doesn’t deserve Anakin Skywalker–”

“No wonder the Skywalker twins are so good-looking, with parents like that–!”

Gia shifted towards Leia, “I’m kinda jealous, your mom is so beautiful.” 

The brunette nodded, “she is, Dad calls her his light in the galaxy.” She would never dare say the sacred nickname her father calls her mother, only family members know it and she would like to keep it that way.

Jora, Gia, and Hali sighed in wistfulness.

“So romantic.” 

“Man, your dad is the Chosen One, a Jedi Master, an excellent pilot and is hot, your mom was a queen, she’s a senator, she’s super nice, and extremely beautiful, you guys are so lucky! You look so much like them, I’m jealous,” a human female student exclaimed, she turned to her boyfriend who raised his eyebrows at her.

Leia gaped, groaning out,“I gotta go, Luke is calling my name.”

Jora looked confused.

“How–” started Hali.

Leia tapped her temple, “Force powers remember?”

She turned around, not bothering to see them make the connection. 

“Hi, Mom, hi, Lukie.”

Padme smiled brightly and hugged her daughter, “I should find the time to do this again, I’ve missed you all terribly.”

Leia giggled. 

Padme, slightly shocked at the sight of the large crowd, she waved and gave them a demure smile.

She led her twins to the speeder where Captain Typho bowed and shut the door after they got situated. 

~~~~~~~

The eldest set of the Skywalker twins sat in Luke’s room, discussing plans.

“It’s impossible, how can they find both Dad and Mom hot?” Luke groaned and plopped himself on his bed.

“Unfortunately, Dad was right, that smug look of his when we came home too,” Leia crushed silently. Her face was scrunched as she started to think.

“You look like Mom, you know that, Lei?” 

She broke her concentration and smiled bashfully, “thanks, Lukie, hopefully I can be just as great as her one day.”

“You will, don’t worry.” Luke grinned, picking up a comic from the floor.

“Anyway, I still don’t have an idea…” Leia huffed out. 

Luke snapped his fingers and exclaimed, “ah-ha!”

Startled, Leia looked at him, “well? What is it?”

“Uncle Obi-wan, no one will think the old man is hot!” A grin broke out on Leia’s face.

“You’re a genius! That’s perfect, we’ll be at the temple tomorrow and we can ask him then.”

Identical smirks and heads nodding in unison was the only thing that worried Padme when she walked by her eldest son’s room.

“Oh dear, let’s hope nothing bad will happen.”

~~~~~~~

At the Temple, Anakin was strolling along the hallways with Obi-wan, chatting leisurely. 

“Master…what’s with everyone’s robes today? All the male species are wearing…pink,” he drawled out. Obi-wan sighed, stroking his beard.

“I have a hunch they aren’t following a fashion trend,” he said, looking pointedly at his former padawan.

A human female Jedi Knight walked by, her hair color different shades of yellow and green. She grumbled incoherently and gave a small bow to the two Jedi Masters, but she gave Master Skywalker a small glare and returned to her destination.

Anakin sputtered, “what was that about? I didn’t even color her hair!”

“Always two there are, a master and an apprentice, follow the rules, you do not, young Skywalker,” Yoda suddenly appeared, dressed in pink robes, his hair had blue and pink glitter. His glimmer stick softly hitting the ground as he walked by with Mace Windu dressed in the same pink robes, drinking tea.

“When has Master Skywalker ever followed the rules, Master Yoda?” Mace nodded at the duo and followed Yoda into another hallway.

“I’m nearing my forties, I’m a Jedi Master, and I have kids who take the title young Skywalker, and he still insists on calling me that!” Anakin slumped against the wall, running his hands through his hair.

His former master chuckled, “you are the youngest member on the council, even now, and besides, he is approaching his 900th birthday.”

Anakin snorted, “Right, Obi-wan, of course. Do you know who dyed the robes?”

Obi-wan glared at Anakin, “your offspring did this, why do you think Master Yoda said what he said?”

“Yeah, but what’s with the Rule of Two though?”

“You taught all six of your kids to terrorize the Jedi Temple,” he deadpanned, “we probably should’ve stopped you reproducing after Luke and Leia were born, now we don’t even know who has pranked us this time.”

Giggles floated down the hallway, the duo turned their heads to see Shiraya running away from a mob of Jedi Knights and Padawans. Voices were clashing and mixing together that not a thing could be heard, but they knew this time, Shiraya started the prank.

“One at a time, my fellow Jedi! I still have to continue my prank!” Shouts of objection rose louder, causing her to laugh. Shiraya jumped on a ledge, causing everyone to stop and stare. She turned around, noticing her father and uncle, giving everyone a semi-salute mimicking her dad, she fell backwards. The Jedi clamored to the ledge, but to their surprise, they couldn’t find her.

“Wh-where–”

“She needs no DNA test to prove she’s Master Skywalker’s offspring.”

“This Temple will be terrorized by the Skywalkers, just you wait.”

Obi-wan raised his eyebrow at Anakin who looked proud. The crowd dispersed, leaving the two alone once again.

“That’s my daughter, I can only compliment and approve of her action,” Anakin nodded, Obi-wan groaned.

“Uncle Obi!”

Said man turned to see his padawan with his sister.

“Hello there,”

“General Kenobi,” the twins bowed. Anakin snickered silently behind Obi-wan who had an exasperated look on his face.

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

The twins nodded, Leia speaking first, “can you pick us up from school four days from now? Please.” Luke smiled brightly in agreement.

The auburn man gave Anakin an incredulous look to which he received a shrug in return.

“I would be happy to, but what brought this on?”

The twins shared a look, “we would like for you to pick us up, cause you’re family,Uncle Obi-wan,” they gave a very convincing smile causing Obi-wan to nod his head.

“Very well, if that’s alright with you of course, Anakin ?”

“Take the Troublemakers, you need more excitement, Master.”

“Anakin, you’ve given me more than enough gray hairs, I don’t need anymore from your offspring–”

Leia and Luke quietly drifted away from the famous Skywalker-Kenobi banter.

“Mission accomplished, sis,” Luke high-fived his sister.

“Finally, it’ll be impossible for anyone to find Uncle Obi hot,” Leia remarked.

Luke let out a laugh, “exactly, it’s impossible.”

~~~~~~~

“...I can’t wait to go on that mission to Hoth! It’ll be so cool,” Luke grabbed his books, shoving them into his bag.

“Literally,” Leia sipped on her Fresca Jamora smoothie, noticing her brother staring at her.

“Haha, funny.”

She gave him a grin, walking with him to the exit. Avoiding students can be a hassle, luckily for her, she was quite nimble on her feet.

“I overheard the masters talking about our Knighthood ascension, we might get knighted at eighteen like Dad.”

Luke’s face lit up, “haha yes! Finally, Jedi Knight here I come.”

“I’m going to start working on my speech towards my campaign for the Queen of Naboo. I believe I might win enough votes, but I can’t rely on my parents' fame to do it.”

“I know nothing about politics, but if you need help, just call my name.”

A look of gratitude made its way onto Leia’s face, the two embraced until Luke pinched her causing the girl to punch him.

“Nerfherder.”

“Laserbrain.”

“No good troublemaker.”

“Goody-two shoes.”

They chuckled and continued to walk out of the school where a large crowd formed.

“Oh kriffing hells,” they cursed in unison.

“First Master Skywalker, then Senator Skywalker, and now Master Kenobi!? This school will become extremely popular,” the principal exclaimed happily.

“I love his beard!”

“Can’t believe he snagged the Duchess of Mandalore–”

“I can’t believe the Duchess snagged him.”

“He’s so much hotter than his holopictures!” One girl could not contain her excitement.

“Masters Skywalker and Kenobi are the two hottest Jedi I’ve ever seen–”

“I can gladly die happily now.”

Many girls were in awe, they’ve witnessed two very good looking Jedi Masters these past few weeks. Meanwhile, the boys were chatting off making small bets about who would win.

“Anakin Skywalker no doubt.”

“–Obi-wan trained him though, surely that must mean he’s powerful enough in the force!”

“Master Skywalker is the literal Chosen One–”

“–I believe it’s Obi-wan–”

The man who caused the disturbances coughed lightly, and scanned quickly for his nephew and niece. 

This must be why the twins asked me to come pick them up, Obi-wan thought wryly, no doubt they experienced this scenario with their parents.

Holocameras were flashing quickly, girls swooned, and boys gawked. Though, there was no reaction quite priceless like the ones the Skywalker twins were sporting in this exact moment.

Impossible!

I thought for sure it would work…

Luke and Leia shared twin looks of defeat, they simultaneously put their heads in their hands. Chests were heaving as they couldn’t help but feel embarrassment and awkwardness as the school population were continuing their admiration.

“Let’s go, Luke.”

Making their way to their uncle, despite the strong feeling they felt, they couldn’t hide the happiness seeing their father’s closest friend here at their school.

“Hello young ones, I see there is a crowd that seems to be growing by the minute,” Obi-wan acknowledged the two. He bowed to the crowd and settled himself in the driver’s seat.

Wincing, the blonde and brunette gave him sympathetic glances as they strapped themselves in their seats. 

“We thought because you were old, we hoped to repel the crowd and stop their admiration,” Leia explained.

“Clearly that didn’t work, seems like Dad lied about you being extremely old, Master,” Luke tsked, already planning on scolding his father for telling them such a lie when the general public thought otherwise.

Obi-wan sighed under his breath, “Skywalkers and their insults…”

They chatted contently as the elder Kenobi carefully, much to the teens’ disappointment, drove the speeder to their home.

~~~~~~~

Feeling quite refreshed, Leia left her damp hair to dry before she styled it. Walking to the veranda, the first thing she noticed were her aunts Satine and Ahsoka and her Uncle Lux.

When did Aunt Satine and Uncle Lux arrive? She wondered.

Ahsoka looked up and smiled at Padme’s nearly identical replica. 

“Lei-Lei, how are you? It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, your mother tells me that you’re planning to get into politics.”

Satine demurely sipped on her tea, “I would gladly help you, should you want my advice, though I believe you hardly need it, considering your mother is already an excellent politician.”

Padme smiled slightly under the praise and waved her eldest daughter to the couch, “come sit with me.”

Leia slowly made her way over there, watching her siblings getting into a friendly physical sparring match. Ahsoka and Lux’s children were also there laughing with Jayden and Mimi.

Jinn was sitting on Padme’s left side, causing her to sit on her mother’s right. 

“I was unaware you had arrived,” Leia commented to Satine and Lux.

“I arrived a few days ago,” Satine remarked, smiling softly at the young girl, as if she knew a secret.

Lux answered as well, chuckling quietly, “I came to Coruscant last night, when your aunt Soka invited me here.”

Nodding in understanding, the three adults including Leia engaged in a simple conversation about politics, Jinn tried to keep up as best as he could, but in the end he turned in favor of following his father out the veranda to help him bring in training sabers.

Leia entered the kitchen with Luke where they met Ashoka.

“What’s got your head in the clouds?”

Luke groaned, “These past two weeks–”

“–three weeks, actually,” Leia interrupted, biting a shurra fruit.

“–what she said, everyone at our school found Dad, Mom, and Uncle Obi-wan to be extremely attractive,” he finished off with a look of disgust, to which Ahoska just laughed out loud.

“Oh, really? Well, that’s not surprising, during the Clone Wars, they were on the HoloNet almost everyday, they were the reason why our galaxy is at peace,” she shrugged pushing away a bowl of Nubian star fruits away from her, since they were only tasteful to the people who had Naboo blood running through their veins.

“But they should be more considerate, like, we don’t want to hear everyone constantly talking about how attractive they are,” Leia whined like a young girl, “someone even said how Uncle Obi-wan’s beard was…hot,” at that word, the twins shuddered. The three exited the kitchen and reentered the veranda. 

Luke and Leia slumped in defeat, waving off their father’s concern. Claiming the problem to be out of anyone’s reach unless they knew how to make themselves less attractive, as to which Lux blinked in confusion with his wife promising him that she will explain later.

Satine laughed softly with her husband, patting his hand affectionately.

“Never lose the beard, my darling Obi, never lose it,”

Obi-wan just shook his head, he kissed her cheek and resumed his conversation with his former padawan who gagged along with his spawns he calls offspring. Padme pinched Anakin who rubbed his arm giving her a mock glare.

The two kissed lost in their own passion for a brief moment.

Luke and Leia shook their heads.

No matter what anyone in the galaxy says.

In fact. they refuse to believe it.

After all, who would believe that the Skywalker and Kenobi clans could ever be considered attractive?

Anakin Skywalker, Padme Skywalker, and Obi-wan Kenobi were not hot.

Jayden and Jinn talked with Ahsoka’s son, Corellan, and Obi-wan’s youngest son, Thelis.

Mimi talked with Ahoska’s middle child, Kerria.

Luke and Leia talked with Obi-wan’s eldest son, Zander.

The adults conversed with each other.

All the while, a brunette girl, an auburn haired girl, and a female togruta, decided that today they would become the bestest of friends. Each girl clasped on a necklace that had a single four pointed crystal star.

They would become a trio that the galaxy feared and respected. Just like the galaxy feared their parents during the Clone Wars.

Shiraya Skywalker. 

Saachi Kenobi. 

Scarlett Bonteri.

These names would then become known as the Azul Trio.

They would be known as some of the most powerful Jedi in history.

After all, how could they not be when their parents are Anakin Skywalker, Obi-wan Kenobi, and Ahsoka Tano?