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Chapter Sixty-Four

Revolution

It took a little getting used to. The bowed heads and hushed whispers.

The "It's so wonderful to meet you" s.

"Hero."

"Savior."

"Welcome."

Anakin didn't remember a time when anyone had treated him that way.

People he had never met would crowd around him with eyes bright with wonder and excitement.

He could have taken the attention to heart, let it get to his head. But a distant voice told him he had been born among the poor. And that he should never fool himself into thinking he was better than anyone else just because he had been blessed by the Gods.

Instead he used his newfound celebrity to start a widespread annual fundraising movement on Naboo.

A year after Palpatine had been stopped Naboo had raised enough money to free slaves on Tatooine. Not all of them.

If the law wasn't going to help the slaves, other means would be found. Slowly but surely.

The slave owners didn't take kindly to the change, of course. But Anakin always had a light-saber ready if they decided to get violent. Aggressive negotiations were always the best way with the Hutts.

Anakin and Padmé brought the twins to Owen and Beru for a visit.

The new parents decided to check out Mos Espa. They lingered around the market stands and pretended to shop. But Anakin kept a close watch on his surroundings. He was waiting.

And surely after an hour of shopping he saw what he had been waiting for.

A gruff behemoth of man walked behind a young mother and her two small children.

Anakin was instantly reminded of Shmi and his smaller self. He frowned at the sight.

By the fearful and submissive behavior of the woman he guessed the man was a slave-owner and the woman and her children were slaves. Where their father was, nobody knew. Dead maybe.

He gave Padmé a look and she understood what he wanted to do without a word exchanged between them.

Anakin spoke in Huttesse, but the man answered in Basic.

"Whattya want!" he spat.

"My wife and I want to buy your slaves."

"Are you sure you can afford them?" He asked arrogantly.

"In all likelihood, yes."

"Don't be sure." He replied with a haughty smile.

"Set your price." Anakin said.

The man answered with an obscenely expensive sum fully expecting the potential customers to rescind their offer.

Anakin smiled. "Done."

The slave-owner looked stunned, suddenly reduced to a blithering idiot.

The slave-owner took the money greedily and was out of sight instant.

The two slave children were huddled at their mother's feet. She put her hands on their shoulders protectively and looked at Anakin and Padmé with the slightest fear.

She was shocked when they both kneeled before her.

"Hello children." Anakin said.

"What are your names?"

They introduced themselves sheepishly.

"Nice to meet you."

"They can't work yet." Their mother interrupted. "I can cook and clean. I'm a good farm-hand."

Anakin and Padmé stood up again.

"We don't need any help in those areas."

"I'm a fast learner. Whatever needs tending to."

"We aren't your Masters." Anakin replied.

"But you paid a heavy price for us."

"Even so. That was never our intention."

"Is this some sort of a game?" She asked in confusion.

"I don't believe in slavery." He answered.

She looked at him wordlessly.

"You see I was a slave myself until a kindly man negotiated with my slave owner for my freedom. I'm returning the debt he paid me."

"You were a slave?" She asked incredulously.

"My name is Anakin Skywalker and my mother was a slave. I was a slave until I was nine. My wife and I lead an anti-slavery organization on another planet. We're here to free you and your children."

The young mother so accustomed to cruelty could not believe what the couple told her.

Not until they reached Naboo and were given an apartment in the newly built refugee building in Theed. The young mother broke down into tears and Padmé had to comfort her for a few moments.

"The cafeteria is on the second level." Padmé told them.

"There are clothes in the closet. If you ever need anything, please don't hesitate to call us. This is our com-link address. And a com-link for you to use."

She was silent for some time. "Thank you."

Padmé smiled at her.

"No need to thank us."

It was the peak of summer on Naboo. Anakin leaned over the balustrade at Varykino.

Padmé was hovering above the lake.

"Don't you dare, Anakin. Don't you dare."

He smiled roguishely. "I love you."

She dropped out of the air and into the water.

"Anakin!" She screamed.

He laughed impishly and ran inside the Retreat. He was followed by an angry senator who was drenched from head to toe in lake water.

"I'm going to kill you!" She yelled, chasing him down the hallways.

His laughter echoed off the retreat's marble walls.

On Coruscant two Jedi Knights stood side by side on the veranda in Senator Amidala's apartment. One was a copper haired man and the other was a strikingly beautiful blonde woman.

Their hands were locked and the city wind ruffled their hair.

They gave each other knowing looks and went back inside.

There were still many battles left to fight. Not on the frontlines and not with soldiers. No, the battles of life were ahead. The battle of acceptance among the Jedi Order. The battle of change.

Obi-wan was more than ready to fight those battles.

If his reckless Padawan could win them then so could he.

They had all become what they never thought they would be. Obi-wan and Siri. Anakin and Padmé.

They were the children of the revolution.

And they were going to change the world.

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Alrighty, so that's the end! It was so awesome to write this. And you guys gave me the motivation. I would have been happy with 40 reviews on this. But almost 300 reviews. It's so flattering. Thanks to everyone!

I'm thinking of maybe doing a sequel. I may be 'beating a dead horse' as they say, but there is so much more story left. Especially for Obi-wan. Not a promise. But it shall be in the works.

Happy Easter for those who celebrate and let's all look forward to a much awaited spring!