"People of the greater Coruscant area, I'm Nya Amaerinn, live from right outside the Senate building where the 'Trial of The Century' is currently happening...we have visitors from the elite right here on Coruscant, to people from the outer rim, from nearly the entire Jedi order from both right here on Coruscant and members from Temples on Tython, Dantooine, Ossus, Lothal, and Vrogas Vras. While reporters are not allowed in the Senate Building at this time, you can count on as much coverage of the trial as possible while it happens."

A regally sitting figure shut the holovision off with a grunt.

Standing next to the regal figure was a hooded confidante, a spy.

"Tell me about the Chancellor's trial."

"Nothing to report so far, it only started half an hour ago."

"We have inside sources. I want to know what is happening."

"As you wish," the confidante stated, handing their superior a datapad with live feed of the senate coverage.

The superior figure hummed, watching for a few minutes before handing it back.

"I have seen enough. Enough to know that the Chancellor will lose."

"I have no doubts of your wisdom my lord...but surely he has swayed many with the force. The senators are quite gullible, no?"

"They are," agreed the superior. "But the senators will be outraged when they listen to the Jedi's testimony. A needless war...all for no true reason played on both sides by the Chancellor. They have lost allies, families, even their own home planets due to the Clone War."

The spy nodded. "Of course."

"Did you notice the orange ribbon many people sported? In olden times people would wear them to show their support for the Jedi during difficult times. Today is no exception."

"I did not know that, my Lord. I have never even heard of such a thing."

The superior smirked. "It's something quite usually forgotten by many. A small detail ignored in the history books, usually. But it is...charming, in a way, to see people band together in support."

"With all due respect my Lord..., I thought you had hated the Jedi."

"I do," the superior said with a grimace. "Oh, I do."

"...But I hate the Chancellor even more."

Several younglings hid in the Jedi Temple chambers.

Master Galla had told them to remain quiet and wait for her, so that's what they did.

It had been an hour since she had left, and they had promised her they wouldn't leave the council chambers.

So they would continue to wait for her.

Suddenly, the Council doors opened, revealing Anakin Skywalker - he would know just what to do. If anyone could fix this, Master Skywalker could.

After all, he was the Chosen One.

"Master Skywalker, there are too many of them! What we are going to do?" one boy asked Anakin.

Anakin ignited his lightsaber.

"...Master Skywalker?"

"Luke, what's wrong?"

"Leia, do you remember your mother? Your real mother?"

"Just a little bit. She died when I was very young."

"What do you remember?"

"Just images, really. Feelings."

"Tell me."

"She was very beautiful. Kind, but sad. Why are you asking me all this?"

"I have no memory of my mother. I never knew her."

Anakin awoke in a black void. It was warm, almost stuffy, and the air was thick and humid.

There was no stars in the black sky, and probably no sky, now that he thought of it.

There was only darkness. It was suffocating.

"ANAKIN!"

Anakin felt nauseous, collapsing on the ground.

"ANAKIN!"

He ignored the person yelling for him. It could wait. He just needed to...

"ANAKIN!"

His head was spinning. Anakin wanted out. He just wanted to get back to Padmé, to see if she was safe. She collapsed, they got her in a room, they were operating on her-

"It seems that Miss Amidala here is anemic. We're fairly certain that's why she fainted, but we're still running a few more tests, just to be sure. Do you know if this was an underlying condition? She may have been anemic before her pregnancy."

"No..., not that I was aware."

"Most likely it happened at some point during the pregnancy. Her body needed to double the amount of iron than normal. However, since we're at a higher risk now, we're going to perform a Cesarean. It will likely be easier on Miss Amidala and the babies."

"Babies?"

"She is carrying twins. My apologies, I thought you knew. Congratulations are in order, then. Anyway, we're prepping her for surgery. You can wait right outside the operating room."

"...She- she won't...there won't be any complications?"

"There's always a risk when it comes to surgery, Master Jedi. But I've been doing these surgeries for almost 15 years. I promise that she'll be in good hands."

"...Thank you."

Anakin swallowed back the impending wave of nausea that hit him.

He opened his eyes blearily, and no longer was he forced to see another vision but was instead where right where he was originally.

Waiting for Padmé, for his child-, no, children.

Severe anemia. That's why she fainted.

They could get through it, maybe she would get on some sort of special de

He swallowed the lump in his throat.

Padmé was fine, she had to be.

"Have you considered that your dear Padmé may be dying?" Palpatine's smooth, confident voice rang in Anakin's head. "That perhaps your visions are coming true, as they had with your Mother?"

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" Anakin yelled (mentally) at the top of his lungs.

Anakin shook his head roughly, willing all the pain to just go away.

Anakin was sick of everything. The dogmatic rules of the Jedi, the responsibility of it all, the looming threat of Palpatine, to every battle he ever fought, every murdered Jedi he had to explain wasn't coming back to the Temple, to every emotion he had to stifle and suffocate his entire adult life. He was tired of it, tired of the lies, the secrecy, his own impending fatherhood.

Everything crashed down on him.

There was so much...everything to have to deal with.

Why did the Force pick him, of all people to be the Chosen One?

Suddenly, a blossoming, bright feeling in the Force overtook him.

Anakin darted over to the viewing window, where Padmé was, and there he saw it.

A tiny, pink, squirming baby. Tears slid down the baby's face as it kicked and squirmed, obviously cold and scared.

And to Anakin, that baby was absolutely beautiful.