I Swear....Obi-wan Is Talking About Us Anakin And Obi-wan Girlies....but We Have A Good Reason, Don't

I swear....Obi-wan is talking about us Anakin and Obi-wan girlies....but we have a good reason, don't we?

I mean, just look at them!

Yeah, we really do have a problem. 😩✨️✨️

Star Wars: Reaction Masterlist

IMPORTANT NOTE: This is heavily AU, and won't follow the original timeline, but I promise there would still be a lot of Skywalker Chaos

Watching Padme's future:

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Star Wars: Time Travel Masterlist

The Skywalker Invasion:

The Arrival

Family Revelations

In Hiding

The Great Grandchildren:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

There are three other Masterlists (Star Wars Reactions, Star Wars Next Generation, and Star Wars The Force) but let me know if you want me to posts those as well. Tell me if you also want to be part of my tags!

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The Great Grandchildren

Chapter 2

Sirens shrieked loudly, howls tore through the ship.

A blast hit the side of the Falcon, causing the girls to sit up in their seats. 

“Ani, we got a problem…”

“Yeah, I see that, Lana,”

Allana turned on the power boosters, “we need a way out of here.”

“It’s a literal battle–”

“Doesn’t matter. Go, go, go!”

Animé maneuvered them in a way to avoid getting it. Muttering under her breath, Allana manned the guns, blasting whatever was considered a danger to them, and at this moment, it was droids. 

“Hold on tight, we’re in a tricky situation,” she heard her cousin’s voice over the comms. 

The ship spinned multiple times, swerving left and right. 

Two Jedi starfighters zoomed past the cockpit, but Animé didn’t have time to find out why the models were so old.

“Allana, prepare those guns, we’re heading into battle!”

The brunette whipped her head in her cousin’s direction, “no! Away from the battle, are you crazy, Skywalker!?”

The girl piloting the ship laughed, “Always.”

Animé got into an unofficial race with a Jedi who piloted the yellow starfighter. The Falcon flew above the starfighter and twisted upside down, which allowed Animé to give a mock salute to her opponent. She flew right side up again, flying to the bridge of the enemy ship–at least, she hoped it was, it was crawling with droids.

“Lana, shoot!”

The Solo girl did as she was told.

The Separatist ship blew up in different places, before finally splitting in half. Which effectively won the battle.

Animé yelled in pure joy, “That’s the Skywalker-Solo team for you!”

Allana made her way to the cockpit, forcefully pulling the reddish-brown haired girl out the pilot’s seat.

“This is the last time I allow you to fly this ship. This ship belongs to me, don’t forget.”

Gaping in disbelief, Animé sputtered, “I got us out of the battle safely!”

“Yeah,” Allana snorted, “by bringing us into the heat of the battle,” she deadpanned. The younger girl pouted, cursing in Huttese.

Two ships appeared in their vision of eyesight.

*You are to board The Resolute at once*

“Oh kriffing hells,” Allana swore, this was just her luck. She couldn’t wait to strangle her cousin.

“I would like to request that I will be able to leave this battlefield,” Solo held her breath, praying to the Force that they would leave this place as soon as possible.

*Request denied, you will board at once.*

“Bantha poodoo,” Animé huffed, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Yeah, try to guess whose fault this was?”

Allana gained control over the Falcon and she followed the two aircrafts to a large flagship, a flagship that she had guessed was The Resolute. Her blue eyes dimmed slightly, she felt a Force presence that was similar to her Uncle Luke’s, and she hasn’t felt something like this since he died.

“This looks a lot like–”

“I know.”

After landing safely inside, the two girls descended the ramp. There, they were met with three Jedi and a small entourage of troopers with guns at the ready.

The older Jedi out of the three stroked his auburn beard, “well you certainly shocked everyone on board, may I ask for your names?”

The younger man with wild untamed dark blonde curls glanced at Animé, realizing she was the one who he raced against.

Allana coughed, “what are your names? I believe the phrases “stranger danger” and “never tell anyone your name” still apply?” She bit her lip to stop herself from smirking, but she didn’t need to glance at her cousin to know that Animé wasn’t holding back.

The young togruta Jedi smirked. And the blond man laughed out loud despite the situation.

“R-right, of course, my name is Obi-wan Kenobi, this is Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker, and his padawan, Ahsoka Tano.”

Oh.

Oh holy mother of all Sith spawns.

“Shavit.”

Obi-wan and Anakin’s eyebrows raised in surprise, while Ahsoka covered her mouth in an attempt to smother her laughter.

“Excuse me?”

Animé waved quickly, “uh, we’re extremely sorry, we actually don’t know how we got here…”

Anakin tilted his head, hands on his hips, “you don’t know how you arrived in the middle of a battle and just so happened to fight like experienced pilots?” His voice was laced with doubt, and it was made clear as he spoke. Anakin crossed his arms, “I don’t believe you.”

Animé mirrored his stance, “well that’s too bad for you.”

Groaning, Allana pinched her cousin.

“I do hope you realize that we still await your names?” Obi-wan interjected, bringing the original question back into the conversation. Many troopers stilled their chuckles after the elder general spoke.

“I am Amelia Adova.”

“...Lori Adova,” Animé shook her head, allowing her bangs to fall in front of her eyes.

Allana gave her a weird look, to which Animé responded with a shrug.

Anakin sighed, “Ahsoka, show these two to a spare room, we’ll have to drop them off at the temple, maybe the council will know what to do.”

Ahsoka nodded, “come on–”

“Wait!” The three jedi turned to look at Animé who blushed and couched silently, “I-I mean, we have stuff in our ship…”

“And what’s going to happen to my ship? This baby ain’t going anywhere without me,” Allana narrowed her eyes.

“You actually want to keep this piece of junk?” Anakin raised an eyebrow, hands on his hips.

Reminding herself this was her great grandfather, she released her anger into the Force.

“This belongs to my grandpa, and he still cares for this ship, it's…part of his family.”

Reluctantly, the blonde gave up, nodding his head.

“We’ll wait here until you gather your stuff,” Obi-wan gave them permission.

The girls rushed inside, storing their lightsabers in their bags, along with ration bars and a bag of Republic credits. 

Anji and Sari sniffed, growling lowly, noticing unknown beings outside.

“It’s alright,” Allana soothed, “they’re…friends.”

Animé led the way, with the nexu and Lothal wolf following her.

Guns were raised automatically.

“They’re our pets, no need to be hostile.”

“Well, this just got complicated,” Ahsoka muttered to her master who nodded.

“No kidding. Rex, find somewhere to keep the…pets,” Anakin ordered. Anji growled lowly making the clones step back, not taking any chances. Rex sighed, why must his general make him do all the crazy errands?

“Sir, yes sir.”

~S~

 Awed faces were plastered on the two girls.

“Never seen a ship like this before?” Ahsoka asked in amusement.

“You mean a ship this old? Yeah, we haven’t,” Animé snorted before letting out an ‘oof’, glaring at Allana who mouthed a warning.

“Old? This is the newest model, you guys are weird…” Eyeing them with one last look of suspicion, Ahsoka brought them over to the mess hall. Animé chuckled awkwardly.

Receiving their trays, they found a table where they started to eat in peace.

“I heard that the red headed one unofficially challenged General Skywalker to race.”

“No way, who won?”

“–heard it was a tie–”

“Impossible!”

“That one looks like Senator Amidala–”

“Shh, they’re looking at us–”

“Oof!”

Animé could only send a side eye at the clones who were gossiping. 

“What’s with all the similar faces?” 

Ahsoka once again looked at them with suspicion.

“You don’t know? Where have you guys been?”

“Easy now, don’t get all flustered, we live far out so we don’t get current news all that often,” shoving a spoonful of military food, Allana washed it down with water, she really missed her grandmother’s cooking.

“It’s the Clone Wars! It’s all anyone ever talks about, the Separatists take over worlds, how do you not know?” Ahsoka cried out, her eyes wide. Her hands formed into fists as she lightly pounded the table in shock.

Animé gave a look that reminded Ahsoka of Anakin, wondering if the new girl’s glare could give her master a run for his money.

“Well, kriff, thanks for the head’s up,” she drawled, rolling her eyes playing with her food. Allana was strangely quiet, and Animé poked her through the Force.

Allana didn’t look up, but poked the inside of her cheek twice, letting her cousin know she was fine.

Now finished, Ahsoka brought them to the bridge where gasps could be heard.

“Wow, I would love to make modifications to this,” Animé gushed.

“Sorry, Lori, my master already tried, but he was denied time and time again,” the young padawan laughed. Officers saluted as they walked by, showing respect to Ahsoka.

“What’s with the formality?” Allana whispered.

“I’m the commander, so, it’s military formality,” explained Ahsoka, nodding once to the crew members.

Animé appeared below the bridge, watching silently as the officers operated the ship. They hadn’t noted her presence, so when she hummed in disapproval, they jumped in shock, crying out in surprise.

“W-what, someone remove this kid!”

“Kid?” An eyebrow raised in annoyance, causing the older man to sweat, “care to say that again?”

He shook his head, returning to his post, making the girl nod in agreement.

“Lori! Get from over there! That’s not a place for us,” Ahsoka yelled. Allana barked out a laugh.

Allana could only sigh, her cousin, though younger by a mere months, could act like a child in wonder when it came to ships.

When Animé arrived back on the bridge, Admiral Yularen clicked his tongue in disapproval.

The door slid open, revealing Anakin and Obi-wan. Allana and Animé straightened their postures and suddenly they acted much older.

“I trust you’ve been well?” The older Jedi checked in, the two graciously thanked him.

“Lori, who taught you to pilot?” Anakin asked, a small smirk playing on his lips.

A proud smirk also made its way to Animé, “my family are the best pilots known in the galaxy, it runs in the family.”

“Oh really? I would like to meet them, maybe I could induce a challenge.”

The smirk fell and was soon replaced with a frown, “I wish you could, but they’re all dead.”

Anakin was filled with pity, “I’m sorry to hear that–”

“No worries, it was years ago,” Animé laughed and waved away the apologies, “how about you race us?”

Allana settled her hands on her jutted hips, “think you can keep up?”

Fire now sparked in the elder Skywalker, “I should be saying that to you, youngling, we can make the arrangements soon.”

The three shook hands and turned to see deadpanned expressions coming from Obi-wan and Ahsoka, all the while, Rex stifled a laugh.

“Ahsoka, could you show us the way to our rooms? We need our beauty rest if we’re gonna beat Skywalker here,” Allana started to walk to the exit with Ahsoka and Animé in tow.

“Well here it is,” Ahsoka led them to their shared quarters, “sorry it’s small, but it’s not a luxury cruise ship or anything,” Animé only shrugged, while Allana thanked the togruta.

 With the door now closed, the two let their facades melt away.

“This is bad–”

“I’m gonna prank–”

Mouths were shut as one stared at the other.

“What?”

They both laughed, releasing stress that had built up since they woke up from unconsciousness. 

“I think we need to rest before we make any decisions.” 

“What about the decision we made with great grandpa?” 

Allana coughed, “besides that one…I must be inhaling some type of fumes…”

Animé rolled her eyes, snorting as she settled on the bottom bunk. Allana climbed on the top bunk, stretching leisurely before settling herself down.

“I can’t believe it, Mé , we’re here, in the past…the past…”

“What does this mean?” the brunette turned on her side, letting her hand dangle below her so Animé could grip it.

“I don’t know, but whatever it means, we’ll do it together.”

“Together.”

They slept soundly on their cots. The sound of the ship’s soft humming became a lullaby. 

~S~

“Save him.”

“Save Anakin Skywalker.”

“You’re part of my legacy.”

“Save my husband, your great grandfather.”

“The galaxy needs you.”

“We need you.”

A man dressed in black from head to toe, a hood covering his face with only red eyes visible, a black staff in his right hand. A woman in a white dress, sparkling blue eyes, and long, white hair, with a white staff in her left, materialized. 

“The Chosen One needs you.”

“Show him the light.”

Their hands joined together, a bright light flashed. Three golden rings, positioned in a triangle shape, appeared.

Three crystals formed in the middle of the rings.

A red crystal.

A blue crystal.

A purplish-white crystal.

The red crystal was behind the man in black.

The blue, behind the woman in white.

The purplish-white crystal formed just above the two.

“Save him.”

“Save our son.”

~S~

Thrown out of the bed, Allana moaned in pain. She held her head, her vision swimming. Her eyes settled on the alarm clock and its red lights were blurry from the sudden jolt of her being awake. Blinking quickly, Allana saw it was only 1400 am, she swore quietly and looked up, hoping the loud crash didn’t wake her cousin.

“Too bad, mission failed.”

Blowing out a raspberry, Allana groaned as she lifted herself up from the floor. Animé lay on her stomach, her feet crossed together and her head resting on her palm. A small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips and blue eyes danced in amusement.

Stretching the aches and popping her fingers, Allana sent her cousin a wry smile, “thanks for helping.”

“Anytime,” Animé laughed, she then whistled when she saw the clock, “1402 am, not really ideal–”

Another jolt of the ship had both girls startled, screams tore through them. Red lights blared, sirens screeched, shouts were heard.

What’s going on?

~S~

Now dressed and freshened up, the Skywalker-Solos raced to the bridge, dodging many clones who rushed in every way, in every different direction. As the door to the bridge slid open, shouts from the one and only Skywalker could be heard. They caught up with Ahsoka who was looking tense. Allana’s mouth tightened into a thin line, her vision settling on the battle droids blasting their way through the Republic’s forces.

“Wanna catch me up on what’s happening here or should I just go grab myself a ship and blow these bulkheads? Cause we can always go down my favorite route: kill first, ask questions later.”

The adults who were bent over the map looked at Animé weirdly, to which Allana couldn’t help but pinch the bridge of her nose.

“M-Lori, no.” Animé groaned, muttering something about no one ever letting her blow things up.

“Okay…” Anakin looked at the two newcomers quite weirdly, his response? The same look.

“Anyway, we need to get out there, their ship looks like it’s going to fall apart, we just need to destroy it, in a place that’s effective but one that the Separatists aren’t guarding,” Blue eyes hardened, Anakin’s voice was laced with steel, seemingly fed up with this battle.

“That’s impossible, Master,” Ahsoka pressed a few buttons, and a map of the Separatist ship was shown. A red glowing dot was in the middle of the ship with a small opening right above it, “this can destroy the ship in a matter of seconds but it’s near impossible to get one of our ships through.”

Anakin looked grim, not liking the odds. He looked at Obi-wan and the two conversed, wondering how they could destroy the ship.

“You said it was near impossible right, Ahsoka?” Allana spoke up, her hand under her chin when everyone glanced her way.

“Yes? Why?”

Animé laughed, throwing her arm around Allana’s shoulder, “because, we still have a chance at hitting the energy pulsator from here.”

“And how do you plan to do that?” Obi-wan raised a delicate eyebrow, “it’s not like they will allow you to waltz inside.”

“Anakin, you did something like this, remember? During the Invasion of Naboo?”  Startled, he nodded, giving the two girls the answer they needed. “My grandfather did something like this before, not telling you who or when,” Animé gave the Jedi a firm look when they opened their mouths. “So, if anyone has a chance at tearing this ship apart it’s me and Allana.” 

Both Obi-wan and Anakin conversed inside their heads using the Force, unsure if they should allow the two strangers a chance to help, but the two older Jedi came to a decision, nodding at the two girls.

Smiling in satisfaction and one handshake later, Allana and Animé fist-bumped each other and bowed, leaving the crew and followed Ahsoka down to the hangar. 

~S~

Palpatine kept his face in a neutral expression, but inside he was utterly bored. He was currently listening to the “concerns” Bail Organa and his committee were presenting him, yet, were they truly getting anywhere?

Senator Organa is truly an inspiring politician, if only Palpatine could somehow move him onto his side, they could do great things together. At least that’s the lie he will use to try to convince Bail to leave his stupid committee.

“...after the events of the Zillo Beast, the population of Malastare believe we should regain another chance of providing them with peace…”

Nodding his head along with whatever they were talking about, he felt the Dark Side of the Force tremor. He didn’t know why he felt his heart beat with nervousness.

Closing his eyes, Palpatine searched throughout the galaxy in hopes of finding whatever was causing this disturbance, but he found nothing.

Reopening his eyes, he found his audience looking at him with concern and confusion.

“Chancellor?”

“It’s not important,” Palpatine waved his hand, shooing away their “thoughtfulness”. “I really do apologize, but I’m afraid something just came up and I will need to tend with this matter immediately,” putting on his best sorrowful and regretful expression, Palpatine stood up and carefully but hurriedly, ushered everyone out of his office. “Please if you have anything else that you need to discuss with me, please talk with one of my secretaries or perhaps Mas Amedda, they will be more than willing to help you. Good day.”

With that, the door shut and Palpatine embraced the Dark Side, the disturbance was not a good one and he needs his apprentice, not the one he wants but the one he unfortunately has.

“Yes, my master?” A blue kneeling figure was shown on his communicator.

“Darth Tyrannus, I have a mission for you.”

Count Dooku rose and glanced at Darth Sidious. “And what would this mission entail?”

“I have a feeling things will soon change and I need you to use your contacts to…spy.”

“Spy? I see.”

“Surely you felt the tremor of the Dark Side of the Force,” Sidous smirked under his hood. “Whoever this is, I want you to find them, and sway them over to the Dark Side, or perhaps convince them to sympathize with me and have them follow my lead.”

“It will be done,” Dooku once again bowed and carried out his master’s plans.

Palpatine took the disguise of a kind, old grandfatherly politician. Mas Amedda walked into his office, a smug smirk plastered on his face.

“It was done, my lord.”

“Excellent.”

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.

The Skywalker Invasion

The Arrival

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Palpatine believes he will win when he gathers a grand army of various Sith, though unbeknownst to him, the Force gathers an army of their own. The descendants of Anakin Skywalker travel through time to aid the patriarch of the powerful clan. Through family chaos, will the Force ever be balanced?

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CHAPTER 1

Aayla Secura

“General Secura! There are more battle droids southwest from here!” Commander Bly found his way to his general’s side. Aayla blocked a blaster bolt that was aimed at his head.

“Thank you, General.”

“No need to thank me, Commander, just be sure to keep up,” she teased slightly.

The 327th yelled, blasting their way through the battle droids. Many clones fell, but that didn’t stop them. Force jumping over an Octuptarra droid, Aayla sliced off the legs and cut the body in half.

She whipped her head around gauging the battlefield, she will need backup, and she needs it fast. 

I could always use another Jedi to help, she thought wryly.

Activating her commlink, she sent a message to her commander, “we need backup, contact the Jedi Temple for assistan–” Aayla dodged a missile that was headed for her. It blew up, sending her flying a few hundred feet from her original spot.

She picked herself up when a powerful tremor through the Force knocked her off balance. She knew that such raw power could be felt from all over the galaxy. The only time she felt power like this is when Anakin Skywalker tended to unleash a powerful Force ability. 

“–neral, General! Come in, Aayla!”

Groaning, the blue Twi’lek held her head, trying to stop the oncoming headache. 

“I’m here, Commander, just getting myself into trouble is all,” she blinked rapidly.

“Hopefully not too much trouble, we need you here, there…has been an anomaly, someone just appeared out of nowhere.”

“Of course, I will be there shortly, Secura out,” using the Force, she ran towards the Republic base. 

Clone troopers saluted the minute she arrived. Nodding in acknowledgement, she headed to the comm room where she saw Commander Bly, a few clones, and an unknown blonde man wearing a lightsaber clipped to his belt.

“General Secura,” Bly and the other clones said respectively. The mysterious man looked at her, his brown eyes scanning her from head to toe.

“These…troopers tell me you’re the general?” He asked gruffly. Aayla nodded.

“And you are?”

“Cade, Cade Skywalker.”

Aayla and Bly shared a look of unadulterated surprise.

“I’m sorry, but did you say Skywalker?” 

The man sighed, “yes, Skywalker, I know what you’re thinking and I do mean the legendary name Skywalker.”

“I must admit, Cade…there has only been one Skywalker and we would’ve known if there was another, especially with your abilities.”

Cade narrowed his eyes, “there are plenty of Skywalkers roaming the galaxy, and if not by name then by blood. What I want to know, General, is why there are clones fighting a sithload of battle droids!”

Bly coughed in his hand, “you mean you don’t know?”

“Know what?”

“We’re in the Clone Wars, Cade,” Aayla said, watching his face lose color.

“W-what.”

~~~~~~~~

Adi Gallia

Just having won the battle, many clones headed to the aircraft where they will be transported back to the base.

Crossing her arms in concentration, Adi tried to find the source of the Force tremor that happened moments ago, when a cry of shock from her troopers caused her to open her eyes. She brought out her lightsaber, but did not ignite it. 

A woman fell through a blueish portal above the base. Adi used the Force to bring her down gently. The woman’s brown hair covered her face, but her breathing was steady.

“We need a medic!” Cried Adi. 

Coming to her aid, a clone medic removed the woman’s hair from her face to check her pulse, “she is fine, nothing seems to be out of the ordinary.”

Adi searched the woman and noticed a lightsaber hanging from her belt, along with a blaster. Just as she was moving to retrieve it, the woman’s right hand grabbed hers. Recoiling in shock, Adi removed her hand, watching the brown haired woman’s eyes snap open.

“Who are you?” Came the remark.

“I am Jedi Master Adi Gallia, and you are?”

Sitting up, the woman glared at the Jedi Master, “I’m Ania Solo, and I don’t remember you being part of the Jedi Order.”

The Tholothian gave her a kind smile, “I could say the same to you, young one, I don’t remember a Solo ever being administered in the Jedi Temple.”

The clone medic gave Ania a hand, which she gladly took.

“I’m not really a Jedi, I left a long time ago, I just rebuilt a new lightsaber.”

Adi nodded in approval, “which you have done a fine job constructing, if you don’t mind why don’t we head to my base? There we can talk in a little more comfort than here.”

Ania mulled over the offer for a slight minute, “I don’t see why not.”

A Republic Cruiser flew over their heads as they were walking inside. 

“You claimed you did not remember me being part of the Jedi Order when you said you left a long time ago. How do you know I wasn’t at the Temple when you left?” Adi questioned, folding her arms in front of her. 

Ania’s brown eyes took in the base, watching the officers all have the same face.

“How about I do the talking here?” She suddenly said, after a moment of silence, “What’s with everyone looking the same? Are they clones?”

Master Gallia gave a sigh, “they are as a matter in fact, but since I hold the higher title, I believe you should answer.”

Ania snorted, “Of course, master, I would’ve remembered you being there, I know most of the Jedi Masters there. Either way, I was a Jedi Knight when I decided to leave, the family legacy was getting to me.”

“What legacy?” Now looking intrigued, Adi had a thoughtful look on her face.

“Why, the Skywalker legacy, even though I’m not one by name, I am a Skywalker by blood. It was either being a Jedi or being a political figure, it doesn't matter if you’re a senator or part of some royal family.”

“Skywalker!? That’s impossible.”

“Hey now, I get it, that’s why I don’t talk about my family, makes everyone go bug-eyed and star-struck,” she rolled her eyes as she said this, it was clear she didn’t want to talk about it.

“Of course, why don’t you stay here and rest? I will be back shortly for some answers.”

Ania nodded and followed a clone, muttering to herself.

The Jedi Master closed her eyes once again, if what the newcomer said was true, then Anakin Skywalker would have a lot of explaining to do.

Walking to the communication room, the door shut behind her.

~~~~~~~~

Jedi Temple

Luke Skywalker and Mara Jade knew the Force was up to no good again when they found themselves at the Jedi Temple, looking as if it hadn't been destroyed over twenty years ago.

“Well, Farmboy, what have you gotten us into this time?” her red hair swished as she took in her surroundings, Luke only shook his head.

“I feel presences I haven’t felt since…I was nineteen,” he muttered. Green eyes looked at him in sympathy.

“...I heard voices over here…”

Two pairs of eyes snapped to the door.

“We’re gonna get caught..”

“Sithspit, Skywalker, let’s go.”

They exited the room and made their way around several corridors, trying to avoid as many Jedi as they could. They made a left turn and ran into a dark-skinned bald man and a small, green troll.

Luke’s jaw went slack with surprise while Mara groaned in annoyance.

“Great, just great, here comes the interrogation.”

~~~~~~~~

Senate Rotunda

Senator Mon Mothma’s office

“The Chancellor may be on to us, we have to vote him out of here, he has been in this position way too long,” Bail exclaimed, his hand stroking his beard.

“As long as this war is going on, we can’t do anything,” Padmé  said, her fingers typing quickly on her datacomputer, “we must end this war, it’s the only way.”

“If I might make a suggestion, none of us is close with Chancellor Palpatine, maybe we could get someone to give him the notion, surely–” Mon was cut off when a loud noise was heard.

Onaconda Farr was quick to walk over to the closet that was in Mon Mothma’s office.

“Be careful, Senator Farr, it could be a spy,” Mon warned.

The Rodian senator placed his hand on the button, the door opened and out tumbled a small young girl with brown hair holding a nexu.

Many senators who were present gasped.

“Who is she?”

“How did she get here?”

“Is that a nexu?”

Padmé  rushed over, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of seeing a nexu again. She brushed the girl’s hair away, and noticed a striking resemblance between them.

“Who is this Padmé? She looks like you,” Bail noted with surprise. The young female senator only shrugged in response.

“I-I’m not sure, Bail, Uncle Ono, help me move her to the couch.” The two male senators complied, lifting the girl gently as possible. Just as her back hit the plush couch, her eyes snapped open.

“Who are you!? Where am I!?” she gasped out, the nexu was still unconscious so the young girl brought the beast closer to her chest.

“You’re at the Senate Rotunda, may we ask for your name?” Mon asked warmly, giving the brunette a small, comforting smile.

“M-my name is Allana Solo…and you are?” Allana blinked, watching the different beings, all dressed in extravagance and perfection, in the room.

“I am Senator Mon Mothma, this is Senator Onaconda Farr, Senator Bail Organa, and Senator Padmé Amidala,” the red headed senator listed off the names of the other senators in the room, but she noticed that young Allana eyes widened at the names Bail Organa and Padmé Amidala.

“B-But…you’re supposed to be dead. You’re all supposed to be dead!” 

~~~~~~~~

Senate Rotunda

Chancellor’s office

Leia didn’t know what to do, which was surprising, but not impossible. When she opened her eyes and saw the Supreme Chancellor’s office, she became confused. This room was drenched in darkness, darkness that she hasn’t felt in a long while. 

“Great. Just when I thought all this Force mambo-jumbo was all dealt with!” Han grumbled out, stretching his neck. 

“Han!” Leia wrapped her arms around him.

“Woah, it’s always good to know you missed me, Princess, any idea what’s happening?”

“No, I don’t,” she shook her head, releasing him,“let’s go, we need to make a plan…hopefully we come across someone we recognize.”

“What do you mean? Are we not in our galaxy?” shouted Han, Leia covered his mouth with her hand.

“Shh! And I think we are, but…it feels different, there’s darkness here, everywhere.”

“Right…” he mumbled.

They left the room, she was grateful they weren’t seen. Walking through the corridor, Leia thanked the Force she hadn’t changed from her senatorial wear, she blended in perfectly. 

We need to find a way out of here and fast, she thought, her eyes dashing around, spotting every door on this floor.

Han muttered talking about stuffy senators and confusing rooms. She elbowed him, though she didn’t allow him to see the smile that appeared on her face.

She opened a door that led to the Galactic Senate Chamber where they witnessed the room erupting in applause. Leia gasped out and covered her mouth not wanting to draw attention to herself. 

“What is it?” Han asked, confused. Leia pointed to the center of the room, his face paled slightly.

There in the Chancellor’s seat was none other than Sheev Palpatine.

Her mind raced a mile a minute, what happened? How could this happen? Darth Vader killed him, Luke said so. Yet here he was, smiling as if he had never died in the first place. Smiling as the Galactic Senate continued to eat out of his palm. Smiling as he knew, he had the galaxy under his fingers.

Leia was about to run off when a bright light surrounded the room, the Force once again bursted with power. A woman, dressed in clothes fit only for royalty with a single gold band around her head, fell through and landed, quite painfully, on the chancellor’s seat. 

Her groan could be heard throughout the room.

“W-where am I? Who are you?”

Chancellor Palpatine smiled a grandfatherly smile, “you’re in the Galactic Senate Chamber, my dear, and who are you?”

The woman looked confused, gazing around the room, “I am Empress Marasiah Fel, of the Fel Empire.”

Han furrowed his eyebrows, “another empire?”

A senate pod drew closer, “where is this empire located? We have never heard of it,” A dark skinned man spoke, an Alderaanian accent present.

“The galaxy is the Fel Empire,” the woman’s delicate hand went up to her head, “I am the empress of the galaxy,” her voice now set firm with authority.

Leia, who was quiet during the exchange, let out a startled gasp, along with thousands of other voices.

~~~~~~~~

Anakin Skywalker

“Come on, Snips, keep up, we have a score to settle,” the Jedi Knight laughed, slicing battle droids left and right. Said girl scowled, leaping from her spot, twirled in the air, and landed a final strike on a droideka.

“Master, you’re cheating, we said no Force powers,” Ahsoka pressed, blocking a blaster bolt five inches from her face.

“Nothing is fair in war, and besides, a little cheating is fun here and there,” Anakin smirked once again leading the way. Ahsoka groaned.

“Cheer up, kid, you might catch the general in surprise,” Rex said, appearing at her side.

“Hardly anything catches him by surprise, Rex,” she rolled her eyes.

“Retreat! Retreat!” Battle droids turned around, fleeing the battlefield. Cheers became louder as the clones chased the last of the clankers away.

The togruta padawan’s grin fell from her face as she felt a warning through the Force.

“What’s–oof!” 

A boy landed on her, muttering strings of apologies.

“I’m really sorry, I don’t know how I got here,” he helped her up and bowed slightly. 

Ahsoka’s cheeks were dusted a light pink, “it’s alright…” she coughed and regained her bearings, “just who are you anyway?”

“Ah,” the red headed boy scratched his neck, “I’m Ben Skywalker.”

Her eyes nearly bugged from her head, “w-what.”

“I know, son of the famous Luke Skywalker, it’s no big deal. But what’s with the…clone army?”

“Ahsoka, who’s your new friend?” Anakin came from behind her, assessing the newcomer. 

“Master…meet…Ben Skywalker…”

Many clones stopped their conversation, now turning their attention to the newly revealed Skywalker. Anakin’s face was written with sheer surprise.

“Skywalker? I don’t remember any Skywalkers with red hair,” coughed Anakin, his hands on his hips.

Ben chuckled, “I got my hair from my mom, but I have the Skywalker blue eyes though, at least, that’s what my mom calls it.”

And he was right, Ben’s eyes were nearly identical to Anakin’s.

“We need to contact the Jedi Temple.”

The boy winced, “Er, I highly doubt my parents will be pleased, just tell them it was a mistake.”

“Are you not a Jedi? Why do you think we would contact your parents? ”Ahsoka looked confused, glancing at the lightsaber on his belt.

It was Ben’s turn to be confused, “my parents are on the council, my dad is the grandmaster…what’s going on?” he demanded. Anakin pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Grandmaster?” Squeaked Ahsoka.

“This just got a whole lot weirder.  Snips, take him to the cafeteria in the Republic Cruiser, I need to send in a report. Rex, watch these two for me, will ya?” 

The clone captain took off his helmet and saluted, “sir, yes sir.” Anakin nodded and joined a few clones in a Low Altitude Assault Transport.

“Meet me when you’re finished, Ahsoka.”

The door snapped shut and flew off.

“Your name’s Ahsoka?” Ben wondered.

“Yeah, Ahsoka Tano. That was my master, Anakin Skywalker.”

The boy laughed as the trio entered their own transport.

“What’s so funny, kid?” A clone trooper asked.

“Ahsoka said her master was Anakin Skywalker.”

She looked unimpressed, “well he is, and you just saw him, what’s so hard to believe? You two share the same name, so what’s the big idea?”

Other clones nodded in agreement.

“Oh, you misunderstood me,” Ben said, collecting himself, “The reason why I’m laughing is because if he really is Anakin Skywalker then he would be my grandfather, who died over twenty years ago.”

The silence was loud in the transport.

“He’s your WHAT!?”

~~~~~~~~

Obi-wan Kenobi

“This is disturbing,” the older man said, stroking his beard.

Three children rocked back and forth on their heels.

“Well it’s true!” The youngest boy exclaimed, “I’m Anakin Solo!”

“And you were named after who?” Obi-wan questioned. The female sighed as the older boy explained.

“Anakin is named after our grandfather, Anakin Skywalker.”

“He must be getting old, Jacen,” the girl whispered, “I think he needs those hearing specials.”

Jacen nodded, “you’re right, Jaina.”

Obi-wan’s eye twitched, if these children were claiming to be the offspring…or rather great offspring of Anakin, then they inherited the talent of poking jabs at people.

“Cody, set course to Coruscant, I have a feeling this galaxy will either be doomed or saved, depending on how one looks at it.” 

Cody saluted.

“Let’s go, children, we’re heading to the Jedi Temple,” Obi-wan said. The Solo kids cheered, chatting words like “Uncle Luke…training…pranks…”

Force help him, he hopes this was nothing but a prank and Anakin did not reproduce…and that his offspring didn’t reproduce, for this galaxy will truly need help.

The clone commander smirked under his helmet, chuckling silently. 

Oh, this was pure comedy.

Obi-wan commanded the ship with full authority. Left and right, men ran in all directions.

The battle may be over, but with this new anomaly, it required his full attention. Nothing can go wrong.

Anakin walked to the bridge holding multiple parts that Obi-wan’s face paled.

“Anakin, what is this!?”

The young boy gazed at the older Jedi, his face turning into a pout.

“I noticed that this was wired wrong so I decided to come here and educate whoever was in charge,” he grinned, “ this would’ve blown everyone up in pieces.”

Jacen and Jaina nodded in agreement.

“He’s right, Uncle Obi, I’m disappointed,” Jaina tsked.

Uncle Obi? A small sigh left his lips, he will demand a day’s full rest and another day full of meditation. Anakin’s great offspring is just as tiring and troublesome as he was .

What about his offspring? He buried the thought the moment it came, he refused to even think about it. The Force bursted again, Obi-wan lowered his head, this has been going on all day, whatever could it be now?

“Jacen! Jaina! No playing with lightsabers inside the ship!”

Anakin whined with disappointment when an officer took away the ship’s parts.

“You need me to fix this disaster!” 

~~~~~~~~

Plo Koon

The Wolf Troopers surrounded two older men, though they held their fire.

One of the men, with white hair, lit his lightsaber, a yellow color illuminated his face, while the other man, slightly younger than the first, ignited his blue lightsaber.

Commander Wolffe raised his gun higher, his team following his lead.

“Hold your fire,” Plo Koon walked to the circle, “state your names, we are not enemies.”

Sharing a look, the men defused their lightsabers, but still held them in their palms.

“I am Bantha Rawk–”

“Oh, enough with that bantha poodoo of a name,” the younger man drawled, “I’m Jedi Master Kol Skywalker, and this is my older brother, Jedi Master Nat Skywalker. Forgive us, we mean no harm.”

Nat glared at his younger brother, “I don’t want attention drawn to me.” Kol waved him off.

Commander Wolffe faltered slightly, “did you say Skywalker?”

“Great, now our location is known, who knows who will come and try to kidnap us.”

“I was unaware Anakin Skywalker had any other relatives in the Order, General Koon,” a clone trooper commented.

“He doesn’t, much less is related to anyone who is a Jedi Master,” Plo brought a hand to his chin, deep in thought.

“Anakin Skywalker?” Nat interjected. Plo Koon looked in his direction.

“He’s dead, it must be another one then,” Kol mused.

“No one in this family has named any of their children after Anakin Skywalker, besides the Solos,” insisted Nat.

“Please enlighten me, why would you believe Anakin Skywalker is dead?” 

Kol raised an eyebrow, “because, we’re his descendants, and he’s been dead for over ninety years.”

Shocked with the newly found revelation, the clones completely dropped their arms. Though highly unprofessional, they knew the elder Skywalkers would not harm them.

“We must head to the Jedi Temple at once,” Plo Koon turned around suddenly, leading the way.

The two brothers shrugged and followed him.

~~~~~~~~

The Force seemed to laugh jovially, there will be balance at last. Their son needs all the help he can get, especially after the Sith Lord almost cheated his way to victory, but it wouldn’t happen on their watch.