The first rays of Tatooine’s twin suns broke across the jagged peaks of Beggar’s Canyon, bathing the desert in brilliant gold and orange hues. By the time Anakin, Kieran, and the others arrived at the Boonta Eve race arena, the vast space was already teeming with activity. Hundreds of spectators—Jawas, Rodians, Twi’leks, and more—packed the rickety stands that overlooked the racetrack. The air buzzed with the crackling static of announcers’ voices and the whirring of podracer engines warming up. Vendors hawked sizzling mystery meats, vibrant drinks, and whatever trinkets they could unload on the gathered crowd.
Kieran stepped onto the sand with a cautious look around. The energy in the Force was almost overwhelming—chaotic and buzzing, but not in a comforting way. It felt alive, unruly, and dangerous. It set his nerves on edge.
“Look at this place,” Padmé muttered beside him, pulling the hood of her robe tighter over her head. “This is… madness.”
“You think this is madness?” Kieran quipped, arching an eyebrow as his mismatched eyes flicked to the enormous podracers lined up in the pit. “Wait until you see the actual race. This isn’t a sport—it’s a death trap.”
Padmé’s frown deepened. She glanced at Anakin, who was already darting ahead toward his podracer, bubbling with excitement. “And they let children participate?”
“No,” Kieran replied dryly. “They let slaves participate.”
She fell silent, and Kieran cursed himself for the bitterness in his tone. It wasn’t her fault. He took a deep breath and followed Anakin, who had reached his podracer and was already giving it a thorough inspection. The twin engines were massive—each the size of a starship—and cobbled together from salvaged parts. The cockpit, by contrast, was small, fragile, and covered in grime. Anakin moved around it with the practiced ease of someone who had spent countless hours building and fine-tuning every piece.
“All right,” Anakin said, crouching down to check the stabilizer clamps. “Fuel lines look good, couplers are tight, and the throttle’s responding perfectly.” He glanced up at Kieran with a grin. “We’re ready.”
“Confident, huh?” Kieran asked, kneeling beside him to double-check the stabilizers. “I like it. Just make sure you keep that confidence when Sebulba starts trying to crush you into a canyon wall.”
Anakin snorted. “I’m not scared of Sebulba. He cheats, but I know how to handle him.”
Kieran gave him a sidelong glance. “Cheating doesn’t scare you. What about dying?”
Anakin’s grin didn’t waver. “I’ve been in worse situations.”
For a moment, Kieran didn’t know whether to admire the boy’s fearlessness or lecture him on the dangers of overconfidence. But as he looked at Anakin, the boy radiating determination as he climbed into the cockpit, Kieran felt the Force ripple faintly around him. He was ready.
Kieran’s eyes softened. “All right, kid. Let’s get this done.”
Anakin smirked, glancing up at Kieran as they worked on the podracer together. “You keep calling me ‘kid,’ but aren’t you younger than me?”
Kieran shrugged, tightening a bolt on the stabilizer. “Yeah, by a few months.”
Anakin leaned back, folding his arms. “So why do you act like you’re in charge?”
Kieran grinned, standing and dusting off his hands. “Because I am in charge. And because I’m the Jedi here.”
“Ohhh, the Jedi,” Anakin teased, rolling his eyes with a playful grin. “Guess that makes you so grown up.”
Kieran smirked, tossing him a wrench. “That’s right, kid. Now you'll be starting soon.”
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The podracers lined up at the starting grid, their engines growling and spitting fire as they idled. Each racer was a unique creation, patched together with whatever parts its pilot could find, steal, or buy. Sebulba’s podracer gleamed with polished panels and custom enhancements, its engines twice the size of most others on the track. By comparison, Anakin’s looked like a scrappy underdog, mismatched and patched up, but brimming with potential.
Kieran, standing on the sidelines with Qui-Gon and Padmé, crossed his arms tightly over his chest. “This is insane,” he muttered under his breath. “We’re actually putting a nine-year-old in the middle of this chaos.”
“You doubt his abilities?” Qui-Gon asked, his calm gaze fixed on Anakin as the boy adjusted his goggles in the cockpit.
“I doubt his odds,” Kieran said sharply. “This isn’t just a test of skill. This is—”
“Life,” Qui-Gon interrupted softly. “This is life on Tatooine. Anakin knows the stakes better than any of us.”
Kieran opened his mouth to argue, but the blaring voice of the announcer cut through the noise. The Podrace commentator, a two-headed Troig named Fode and Beed, rattled off introductions in a mix of Basic and Huttese.
“And now, ladies and gentlebeings, the moment you’ve all been waiting for—the Boonta Eve Classic!” Fode’s voice boomed, while Beed added an excitable stream of commentary in Huttese. “At the starting line, we have Sebulba, undefeated champion of the Outer Rim!”
The crowd roared as Sebulba raised a three-fingered hand in mock humility. Kieran scowled. The Dug was enjoying the attention far too much.
“And over here, we have our youngest racer yet, a local favorite—Anakin Skywalker!”
The cheers were softer this time, but there were a few scattered shouts of encouragement. Kieran noted Shmi’s faint smile in the crowd and felt a pang of guilt. He leaned toward Qui-Gon. “He has to win.” Although Kieran knew that Anakin would ultimately be fine and win, he still wondered if he was wrong. What if he was wrong? Wouldn't he be dooming the galaxy to Sidious? Kieran was the one who suggested the option and yet, his young mind was still fighting against the mature rational personality he possessed.
“He will,” Qui-Gon replied with unshakable certainty. “Trust in the Force.”
The Hutt, who was watching way up high, hit the gong, officially starting the race.
The podracers shot forward in a deafening blast of sound and fury. Engines roared, sand exploded into the air, and the crowd erupted into cheers. Kieran noticed that just like he thought would happen, his engines stalled. Most likely, due to a sabotage by Sebulba. He wasn't worried though, as he knew for a fact that Anakin would be able to restart the engines soon enough.
And he was proven right, just a few seconds later as Anakin's podracer shot forward like a bullet. His podracer was far faster and had more acceleration than all of the podracers in the race, and thus, quickly gained on the group. The first turn came fast—a sharp bend around a massive rock formation. Several podracers collided, their twisted frames careening into the canyon walls in a fiery explosion. He worried for Anakin for a second before relaxing after seeing that Anakin safely maneuvered through the debris.
Padmé gasped in quiet awe and disbelief, "He's doing it."
Kieran smiled at the starstruck queen of Naboo.
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The race was over and the winner was Anakin. Kieran relaxed fully. But then, he realized. Darth Maul should be on Tatooine now. He likely already scouted us out. He remembered that Qui-Gon fought against Maul to Tatooine before fighting him again on Naboo. He sighed. He leaned into his Master and whispered, "Master, I had another vision."
Qui-Gon looked at him, "What is it, Kieran?"
"Well, do you remember the dream I told you about?" Qui-Gon nodded. Kieran continued, "Well, I saw you fighting the same man you died to in my dream. He's on Tatooine. He attacked you while you and Anakin were on your way back to the ship. He held a red lightsaber with a long hilt so he likely had a double-bladed lightsaber, master. Be careful."
“Your visions are a gift, Kieran, but they are not always absolute. The future is always in motion,” Qui-Gon said gently, his voice calm but serious. “However, I will heed your warning. If this Sith Lord is here, then the stakes are indeed higher than we anticipated.”
Kieran nodded and said no more. He didn't believe that he could say any more to warn him. He looked back at Anakin, who was celebrating with his mother and the disguised queen. He smiled and joined them.
"Good job, kid," Kieran said, patting his head. "I never doubted you."
Padmé shook her head, "Don't believe him, Ani. He was super worried. You should have seen his face."
Kieran raised an eyebrow, "Oh, really? I also saw how you were jumping up and down in excitement when young Skywalker won here."
Padmé blushed, "Of course, I'm excited for him. He's my friend."
Anakin's other friends arrived and dragged him away to congratulate him, leaving Kieran and Padmé alone.
Kieran started, "Queen Amidala."
Padmé replied, "What?" Then she realized her mistake and quickly asked, "How long have you known for?"
"Well, since I first saw you all," Kieran said with a knowing smile. "Whenever the 'queen' made a major decision, she always looked briefly in your direction. You should be more mindful of that."
Padmé straightened, her expression composed but intrigued. "I see. Thank you, Kieran. Your observation is... insightful."
He waved his hand dismissively. "No need to thank me. But there’s something else—something important—I need to warn you about."
Padmé tilted her head slightly, her curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"
"I’ve had visions. Force visions," Kieran explained carefully. "I believe you should be cautious about placing trust in politicians, especially those in the Senate. Be wary of anyone who appears overly friendly."
Padmé’s gaze became thoughtful, her demeanor growing even more serious. "A troubling warning. I appreciate your concern, Kieran. But diplomacy requires trust, even when it is difficult to grant."
"Trust is important," Kieran agreed, "but blind trust can be dangerous. I just don’t want you walking into something unprepared."
Padmé regarded him silently for a moment, then gave a small, appreciative nod. "Your concern is noted. I will remain vigilant."
Kieran nodded, "That's all I ask. I'll take my leave for now."
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The group reconvened near Watto's shop to finalize the arrangements for Anakin's release. Qui-Gon and Watto were locked in a heated negotiation, the Toydarian visibly flustered but ultimately conceding to Qui-Gon's unrelenting calm.
After Qui-Gon’s negotiation with Watto, he returned to the group with a subtle but triumphant smile. “Anakin and his mother are both free.”
Anakin’s face lit up with pure joy. “Really? Mom too?” He turned to Shmi, who was standing nearby, her hands clasped nervously.
“Yes,” Qui-Gon confirmed, his calm tone carrying a note of satisfaction. “Both of you are free. Watto’s greed for the podrace winnings worked in our favor.”
Tears welled in Shmi’s eyes as she took a step forward, her expression a mixture of disbelief and hope. “I... I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything,” Qui-Gon replied gently. “But you will need to prepare quickly. We leave soon.”
Anakin threw his arms around Shmi, his face buried against her shoulder. “We can be together, Mom! We can go somewhere safe.”
Shmi smiled, brushing a hand over her son’s hair, her voice trembling with emotion. “Yes, Ani. We can go. You’ve given us this chance.”
Kieran smiled, looking at the pair. He was worried that Watto would try to weasel his way out of the deal but a threat with the Hutts must have made him relent. He sighed. They were about to meet the Sith and he wasn't looking forward to it.
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The group left for the ship first while Kieran, Qui-Gon, and Anakin decided to go back and help Anakin pack. Shmi offered to come as well but Kieran and Qui-Gon denied saying that it would be way faster if only the three of them went. They packed the essentials quickly, as well as C3PO, and quickly left the place. Kieran was hoping that if they were fast enough, the Sith wouldn't catch up with them but clearly, he was wrong.
Later, as they made their way back to the ship, Kieran stayed alert, his senses tuned to the Force. The desert winds had picked up, creating swirling eddies of sand that obscured visibility. He walked beside Anakin, offering a reassuring presence.
Suddenly, a ripple in the Force sent a shiver down Kieran’s spine. His hand moved instinctively to his lightsaber. Before he could say anything, the sound of a speeder bike pierced the air.
"Get to the ship! Tell them to take off!" Qui-Gon barked, already igniting his lightsaber. Kieran and Anakin bolted toward the ship as Qui-Gon moved to intercept the dark figure descending from the speeder.
It was the Darth Maul.
Kieran glanced back, his breath catching as he saw the cloaked figure ignite a crimson blade—though he only ignited one side of the double-bladed lightsaber, just as he had foreseen. His heart pounded as he reached the ship, urging Anakin inside. "Stay with Padmé! Don’t come out! Tell them to take off." He was about to go down and help Qui-Gon but thought better of it. He would go tell Obi-Wan instead.
He went inside and with great speed, he reached Obi-Wan, "Master is fighting against a Sith. He told us to start take off but what should we do?"
Obi-Wan’s eyes widened at Kieran’s urgent words, his usually composed expression giving way to shock. “A Sith?” he repeated, his voice sharp as he shot to his feet. “Where?”
Kieran pointed toward the open ramp. “Master Qui-Gon is fighting him now—he told me to get Anakin to safety and start the ship’s takeoff, but I didn’t know if we should leave him behind!”
Obi-Wan grabbed his lightsaber and sprinted toward the ramp, his voice firm. “You did the right thing by coming to me, Kieran. Stay here and make sure the others are ready for takeoff. If anything happens, protect Anakin.”
“But Master—”
“No arguments!” Obi-Wan’s tone left no room for debate. His lightsaber hilt was already in his hand, the telltale hum of the blade igniting as he dashed out of the ship. Kieran froze, his heart pounding in his chest. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on him, even though he knew staying behind was the right call. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his frayed nerves as he turned and ran toward the cockpit.
“Anakin, stay in here!” Kieran shouted as he passed the young boy, who had been peeking out of the ship’s doorway, curiosity gleaming in his wide eyes. “This isn’t your fight!”
“But Qui-Gon—” Anakin began, his voice trembling.
“Just stay put!” Kieran snapped, harsher than he intended. He softened his tone as he reached out and briefly clasped the boy’s shoulder. “Trust me, Anakin. They can handle this. Your job is to stay safe.”
Anakin nodded reluctantly, stepping back into the ship’s main hold. Kieran raced to the cockpit, where Padmé and the others were anxiously waiting. “We need to be ready to take off,” Kieran said breathlessly, his mismatched eyes darting between the crew. “Qui-Gon’s facing a Sith—Obi-Wan’s gone to help him. The second they’re back, we leave.”
Padmé’s face paled at his words, but she nodded, her voice steady despite the fear in her eyes. “We’ll be ready.”
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The sands of Tatooine swirled violently around the two combatants as Qui-Gon Jinn faced off against the Sith Lord, Darth Maul. The Zabrak warrior was a whirlwind of movement, his crimson lightsaber flashing as he pressed an unrelenting attack against Qui-Gon. Despite his age, Qui-Gon moved with practiced precision, his green blade arcing in elegant sweeps as he parried Maul’s strikes.
Obi-Wan reached the skirmish just as Maul delivered a ferocious spinning slash, which Qui-Gon barely deflected. “Master!” Obi-Wan called, launching himself into the fray with a powerful leap. His lightsaber collided with Maul’s weapon in a brilliant clash of red and blue, momentarily pushing the Sith back.
Maul snarled, his yellow eyes narrowing as he assessed the newcomer. With a flick of his wrist, he activated the second blade of his double-bladed lightsaber, its crimson energy humming ominously in the desert air. Now armed on both ends, Maul spun the saberstaff in a blur of deadly light, forcing both Jedi to split their attention as he launched a brutal offensive.
Kieran watched from the ship’s open ramp, his chest tightening as he felt the battle unfolding through the Force. The air was thick with tension, the dark side radiating from Maul like a suffocating storm. Every instinct screamed at him to run out and help, but he knew he’d only be a liability in a duel of this magnitude.
The ship’s engines roared to life, vibrating beneath Kieran’s feet. “We’re ready to take off!” one of the pilots called from the cockpit.
“Not yet!” Kieran shouted back, his gaze fixed on the fight.
Obi-Wan ducked under a sweeping strike from Maul’s saberstaff, his footwork quick and precise as he retaliated with a powerful upward slash. Maul twisted away, the movements of his double-bladed lightsaber fluid and unpredictable. He struck back with vicious precision, forcing Obi-Wan to retreat as Qui-Gon moved in to cover him.
The two Jedi worked in tandem, their blades moving in perfect sync as they alternated between attack and defense. But Maul was relentless, his strength and agility overwhelming. His strikes were wild yet calculated, his control over the dark side fueling his speed and ferocity.
“You’re strong,” Qui-Gon said, his voice calm even as he deflected a rapid flurry of blows. “But strength without purpose is hollow.”
Maul’s lips curled into a sneer. “Purpose? Your outdated Order clings to purpose like a child to a toy. The dark side has no need for such weakness.”
With a sudden burst of Force energy, Maul thrust his hand forward, sending Obi-Wan flying backward into a rocky outcrop. The younger Jedi hit the ground hard, his lightsaber skittering from his grasp. Maul turned on Qui-Gon with a feral grin, pressing the advantage.
Qui-Gon and Maul locked blades, their faces inches apart as they strained against each other. The Zabrak’s snarling expression was a stark contrast to Qui-Gon’s calm determination. “The Sith will not rise again,” Qui-Gon said, his voice low and resolute.
Maul’s grin widened, his yellow eyes gleaming with malice. “The Sith have never fallen.”
With a sudden twist, Maul broke the saber lock and swept low with his blade, forcing Qui-Gon to leap backward. Before the Jedi Master could recover, Maul surged forward, his attacks a whirlwind of crimson light.
Obi-Wan, regaining his footing, charged back into the fight. He parried one of Maul’s strikes and spun into a counterattack, his blue blade slicing toward Maul’s midsection. Maul dodged with inhuman agility, his saberstaff spinning in a defensive arc.
The sound of a ship’s engines grew louder, and Maul’s head snapped toward the source. The Jedi’s ship was beginning to rise from the ground, its ramp still open.
Recognizing he was out of time, Maul growled in frustration. With a sudden burst of speed, he leaped onto his speeder and sped away, his black cloak billowing behind him.
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan stood side by side, their lightsabers still ignited as they watched Maul retreat into the desert. Both Jedi were breathing heavily, their robes torn and dust-streaked.
“He’ll be back,” Obi-Wan said, his tone grim.
Qui-Gon nodded, deactivating his lightsaber. “We’ll be ready.”
Both of them nodded at each other before Force Leaping onto the open ramp. Kieran nodded calmly at them, "Master, Obi-Wan, are you alright? Are you in need of any medical assistance?"
Qui-Gon shook his head, "No need, Kieran. I'll be fine."
Kieran nodded, not speaking further, and sank into deep thoughts.
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Once the ship stabilized in hyperspace, Qui-Gon called Kieran and Obi-Wan into one of the side chambers to discuss the encounter. Kieran sat cross-legged on the floor, his youthful features unusually serious as he looked between the two Jedi Masters. The atmosphere was heavy, the weight of what had just transpired settling over them.
“That was a Sith Lord, wasn’t it?” Kieran asked, breaking the silence. Though he already knew the answer more than anyone else, hearing it confirmed out loud made the reality of the situation more tangible.
Qui-Gon nodded. “Yes. There is no doubt in my mind. The dark side was strong in him.”
Obi-Wan frowned, his expression thoughtful but troubled. “The Sith have been extinct for over a millennium. How could this be? And why reveal themselves now?”
“Extinct, or in hiding?” Qui-Gon countered. His tone was measured, but there was a flicker of unease in his eyes. “I’ve long suspected the dark side’s influence has lingered in the galaxy, even if the Sith were thought to be gone. This encounter confirms it.”
Kieran nodded, "Do you think he’ll follow us to Coruscant?”
Qui-Gon’s expression darkened slightly. “It’s possible. But if he does, he’ll find himself facing the combined might of the Jedi Council. For now, we must focus on what lies ahead.”
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The capital of the Republic was as breathtaking as ever. The sprawling cityscape of Coruscant glittered under the light of its artificial day, endless layers of buildings and traffic lanes stretching as far as the eye could see. The ship descended smoothly, weaving between the streams of airspeeders until it landed on a polished docking platform near the Senate building.
Anakin pressed his face to the viewport, his eyes wide with wonder. “This place… it’s huge,” he whispered.
Kieran stood behind him, smiling faintly at the boy’s awe. “Yeah, it’s a bit overwhelming at first. But you’ll get used to it.”
Sabé, still disguised as Queen Amidala, descended the ship’s ramp with regal poise, flanked by her handmaidens, including Padmé. Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, and Kieran followed closely, ensuring the group remained protected. Sabé’s expression was composed, her every movement embodying the grace and authority expected of a queen, though Kieran could feel the tension radiating from Padmé nearby. The young queen’s true self was quietly observing everything with sharp, calculating eyes, cloaked behind the guise of a simple servant.
As the group stepped onto the platform, Senator Palpatine approached with his usual air of measured charm. His elegant robes flowed behind him as he extended a hand toward Sabé. “Your Highness,” he said, his voice smooth and warm. “It is an honor to see you safely returned. The Senate has been most anxious to hear of your situation.”
Sabé inclined her head, her tone diplomatic but firm. “Thank you, Senator. I trust the Senate will act with urgency to address Naboo’s plight.”
“Of course,” Palpatine assured her, his gaze flickering briefly to Anakin and then to the Jedi. “And who is this?”
“This is Anakin Skywalker,” Qui-Gon said, stepping forward. “He is… special.”
Palpatine’s smile deepened as his eyes lingered on the boy. “A pleasure to meet you, young man. I sense you have a bright future ahead of you.”
Anakin nodded hesitantly, unsure how to respond. Padmé, standing quietly among the handmaidens, watched the exchange carefully, her gaze flicking briefly to Kieran. She noticed the subtle tightening of his jaw as Palpatine’s attention lingered on Anakin.
Kieran, unable to contain his unease, stepped closer to Padmé and whispered under his breath, “Be careful.”
Padmé blinked, startled by the seriousness in his tone. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t trust him,” Kieran muttered. His eyes flicked back to Palpatine, who was now leading Sabé and the rest of the group toward a waiting airspeeder. “Just… don’t let him get too close. And remember what I said back on Tatooine.”
Padmé didn’t reply, but her brow furrowed slightly as she turned her attention back to the Senator.
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The group separated once they arrived at the Senate district. Sabé (as Queen Amidala) and her handmaidens went with Senator Palpatine to prepare for an emergency meeting with the Senate, while Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Kieran, and Anakin made their way to the Jedi Temple. The towering spires of the temple gleamed in the midday sun, their intricate designs reflecting the Order’s centuries of history. Inside, the atmosphere was serene, the hum of the Force palpable in every corner.
Kieran stole a glance at Anakin as they walked through the grand halls. The boy’s eyes darted around, trying to take in every detail of the massive structure. He could feel Anakin’s excitement, mixed with a tinge of nervousness, radiating through the Force.
The Jedi Council Chamber loomed ahead, its tall double doors opening silently as they approached. Kieran felt a familiar wave of apprehension as he stepped inside, though he kept his expression calm. The Council’s presence was always humbling, and today, it felt even more so. Anakin was told to wait outside.
The Masters were already assembled, seated in their usual positions. Yoda and Mace Windu occupied the forefront, their expressions as unreadable as ever. Behind them, the other Jedi Masters, including Ki-Adi-Mundi and Plo Koon, watched the newcomers with quiet curiosity.
“That is Anakin Skywalker,” Qui-Gon began, his tone steady and respectful. “I believe he is the Chosen One, the one destined to bring balance to the Force.”
The room fell into a contemplative silence. Yoda’s large eyes narrowed slightly as he leaned forward on his cane. “Strong in the Force, that one is,” he said, his voice low and deliberate. “But much fear in him, I sense.”
“He is untrained,” Qui-Gon said, his tone unyielding. “But his potential is unparalleled. The Sith have revealed themselves—surely this is no coincidence.”
“The Sith are a threat,” Mace Windu said, his deep voice carrying an edge of caution. “But we cannot allow prophecy to cloud our judgment. If the boy is to be trained, we must consider the implications carefully.”
“Fear is the path to the dark side,” Yoda said, his gaze fixed on Qui-Gon. “Much danger, I sense, if trained he is.”
“With respect, Masters,” Qui-Gon interjected, “fear is a natural response in someone so young. It does not disqualify him—it simply means he will need proper guidance. He is the Chosen One. I am certain of it.”
“Certainty is a dangerous mindset, Qui-Gon,” Mace said, his tone even but firm. “We must approach this with care. Prophecy alone cannot guide the future of the Jedi.”
Yoda’s gaze shifted to Kieran, his ears twitching slightly. “And you, Padawan Kieran? What think you of this boy?”
Kieran hesitated, feeling the weight of the Council’s attention on him. He took a deep breath before speaking. “He’s… strong in the Force,” he said carefully. “I can feel it. But he’s been through a lot. If he’s trained, he’ll need more than just lessons in the Force. He’ll need someone to help him understand… everything he’s experienced. Someone to ground him.”
“Wise, your words are,” Yoda said with a slow nod. “Much to consider, there is.”
The Council exchanged quiet glances, their collective presence heavy with contemplation. Mace Windu finally broke the silence. “We will discuss this further. For now, the boy will remain under observation.”
Qui-Gon opened his mouth to protest but stopped himself, nodding curtly instead. “Very well.”
As the doors to the Council Chamber slid shut behind them, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Kieran, and Anakin stood in the grand hallway of the Jedi Temple. The soft hum of distant conversation and the faint echo of passing footsteps filled the air, but the group was quiet, their thoughts heavy.
Anakin fidgeted, his gaze darting between the three Jedi. "What did they say?" he asked, his voice small and uncertain.
Kieran exchanged a brief glance with Obi-Wan before crouching slightly to meet Anakin at eye level. "They haven’t made a decision yet," he said gently. "They want to observe you a little more before deciding if you’ll be trained."
"But I passed all the tests Qui-Gon gave me," Anakin protested, his tone a mixture of frustration and confusion. "Why don’t they think I can do it?"
Qui-Gon stepped forward, his voice calm and steady. "Anakin, the Council is cautious by nature. They see your potential, but they also sense the fear within you. Fear is dangerous for a Jedi. It can lead to anger, and anger… to the dark side." His hand rested lightly on the boy's shoulder. "But fear is also natural. It’s something all Jedi must learn to overcome."
Anakin lowered his gaze, kicking at the polished floor. "I’m not afraid," he muttered, though his tone was unconvincing.
Kieran watched him closely, feeling the boy’s emotions ripple through the Force like a turbulent wave. He sighed and gave Anakin a small smile. "Don’t worry too much, Ani. You’ve already come farther than most people could even dream of. The Council might not see it yet, but you’ve got something special. They’ll figure it out."
Obi-Wan, who had been standing a little apart from the group, spoke up. "You should take Kieran’s advice, Anakin. The Council’s decision isn’t the end of the road—it’s just the beginning." There was a note of hesitation in his voice, but he masked it well.
Anakin nodded slowly, though his expression remained pensive. "Okay. I’ll try to be patient."
Kieran straightened and offered him a quick, encouraging pat on the back. "That’s the spirit. Now come on, let’s get out of here before the Council decides they want to lecture me about something too."
Anakin managed a faint grin at that, and the group began making their way toward the exit of the Temple. As they walked, Kieran lagged slightly behind, lost in thought. He couldn’t shake the tension in the Force, the lingering echo of the Sith’s presence still gnawing at the edges of his awareness. Something told him that this was just the beginning of their troubles.
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In the Senate building, Sabé, still acting as Queen Amidala, stood before the towering assembly of senators. Her ornate gown gleamed under the chamber’s bright lights, a stark contrast to the dark mood of her plea. Beside her, Palpatine stood with an air of quiet support, his hands folded in front of him as he surveyed the gathered representatives with a measured gaze.
"Honorable representatives of the Senate," Sabé began, her voice steady and regal despite the obvious strain of the moment. "My people are suffering under the brutal occupation of the Trade Federation. They have blockaded our planet, disrupted our way of life, and brought hunger and fear to Naboo. We implore you to take action. Help us, before it is too late."
There was a murmur of response from the senators, some sympathetic, others skeptical. The representative from Malastare leaned forward, his voice cutting through the low hum of conversation. "Your Highness, these are troubling accusations, but the Trade Federation has denied any wrongdoing. Without evidence, it will be difficult to take action."
Sabé’s composure didn’t falter, though Kieran, who was watching from a less visible position in the gallery alongside Padmé and Anakin, could feel the frustration bubbling beneath the surface. Padmé, standing beside him in her handmaiden disguise, clenched her hands tightly, her gaze fixed on the unfolding proceedings.
"This is outrageous," Padmé whispered, her voice low but filled with barely restrained anger. "How can they ignore what’s happening to my people?"
Kieran glanced at her, his expression sympathetic. "Because most of them care more about politics than people," he said quietly. "That’s how it works here. Everyone’s got their own agenda, and the truth gets buried under bureaucracy."
Padmé’s eyes narrowed, but she didn’t respond. Instead, her attention shifted back to the Senate floor as Palpatine stepped forward to address the assembly.
"My esteemed colleagues," he began, his tone smooth and persuasive, "Queen Amidala has presented her case with clarity and grace. But as Representative Aks Moe has pointed out, the Senate requires evidence before taking decisive action. I suggest we send a commission to investigate the situation on Naboo. In the meantime, I urge you all to consider the gravity of this crisis. The Trade Federation’s actions, if left unchecked, could set a dangerous precedent for all of us."
Kieran felt his stomach twist at Palpatine’s words. On the surface, they were reasonable, even admirable, but he knew that there was a Sith underneath all of that mask. And he knew that the entire situation on Naboo was basically orchestrated by him to become Supreme Chancellor of the Republic and yet, there was nothing he could do to stop him.
He looked at Padmé, who seemed to have an uneasy expression. He knew that his warnings had worked.
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After the Senate session ended, the group reconvened in a private chamber provided for Naboo’s delegation. Sabé sat at the head of the table, her regal demeanor firmly in place, while the others stood or sat around her. Palpatine was present as well, his tone carefully measured as he addressed the Queen.
"The Senate’s inaction was predictable, I’m afraid," he said, his voice tinged with regret. "The bureaucrats are more concerned with their own interests than with the suffering of your people. But there is another option."
Sabé tilted her head slightly, her expression carefully neutral. "What do you propose, Senator?"
"You could call for a vote of no confidence in Chancellor Valorum’s leadership," Palpatine said smoothly. "It is clear that he is unable to address this crisis effectively. With new leadership, the Senate might finally take the decisive action that Naboo so desperately needs."
There was a pause as the weight of Palpatine’s suggestion settled over the room. Kieran, standing near the back with Padmé, felt a chill run down his spine. He glanced at Padmé, who was frowning deeply, her hands clenched at her sides.
"Something’s not right," Kieran acted his part, whispering to her, his voice low and urgent. "He’s too eager for this."
Padmé nodded slightly, her gaze never leaving Palpatine. "I don’t like it either."
Sabé exchanged a brief glance with Padmé before responding, her tone carefully measured. "We will consider your suggestion, Senator. For now, we must focus on the immediate needs of my people."
"Of course," Palpatine said with a polite bow of his head. "I am at your service, Your Highness. Whatever you decide, I will support you."
As Palpatine left the chamber, Kieran stepped closer to Padmé, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "Be careful. He’s not what he seems."
Padmé turned to him, her expression thoughtful but guarded. "You’ve said that before. Do you know something I don’t?"
Kieran hesitated as if he was struggling to find the right words. "Let’s just say… I’ve learned to trust my instincts. And right now, they’re telling me not to trust him."
Padmé didn’t reply, but the flicker of doubt in her eyes suggested she was taking his words to heart.
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The tension aboard the ship was palpable as they left Coruscant behind, its sprawling cityscape fading into the distance as they ascended into hyperspace. Everyone on board was consumed with their own thoughts. Sabé—still acting as Queen Amidala—remained secluded in her quarters, undoubtedly contemplating the gravity of the Senate’s failure to take immediate action. Padmé sat quietly in the main cabin, her hands folded in her lap, her expression distant as she stared out at the streaks of stars rushing past the viewport.
Kieran was leaning against the bulkhead nearby, his mismatched eyes darting between the young queen and Anakin, who was busy fiddling with a small mechanical device he had salvaged from the Naboo ship’s repair bay. Anakin’s enthusiasm for tinkering seemed unshaken by the tense atmosphere, though Kieran could feel the boy’s frustration simmering just beneath the surface.
“I don’t get it,” Anakin muttered, finally breaking the silence. He looked up from his project, his blue eyes locking onto Kieran. “Why didn’t the Senate help us? Why didn’t they do anything?”
Kieran straightened, walking over to sit across from Anakin. He hesitated, not wanting to discourage the boy further, but honesty seemed more important than sugar-coating the truth. “Because the Senate’s broken,” he said simply. “It’s full of people who care more about their own power than about what’s right. That’s why Naboo is suffering, Anakin. It’s why your mom and you were stuck on Tatooine for so long. The people in charge aren’t always the ones who should be.”
Anakin frowned, his hands tightening around the device he was working on. “That’s not fair.”
“No,” Kieran said softly, his expression distant. “It’s not.”
Padmé, who had been silently listening to their conversation, finally spoke. Her voice was calm but tinged with bitterness. “That’s why change is so important. Naboo’s plight can’t be ignored. If we allow corruption to continue unchecked, it will destroy everything we stand for.”
Kieran glanced at her, noting the determination in her gaze. “You’re right,” he said carefully. “But change doesn’t always come from the Senate—or politicians. Sometimes it has to come from people who are willing to act, even when no one else will.”
Padmé met his gaze, her expression softening slightly. “Like you?”
Kieran smirked faintly, leaning back in his seat. “I’m not a hero. I'm just trying to do my best.”
Anakin looked between them, his curiosity piqued. “But you’re a Jedi, right? Doesn’t that mean you can fix things? You have the Force.”
Kieran’s smirk faded, and he looked down at his hands. “The Force isn’t a tool, Anakin. It doesn’t solve problems for us—it just… guides us like a friend. The rest is up to us.”
Anakin frowned, clearly not satisfied with that answer, but he didn’t press the issue further. Instead, he returned to his tinkering, his small hands moving deftly over the device’s inner workings. Kieran watched him for a moment longer before leaning back and closing his eyes, trying to find some semblance of peace in the swirling chaos of his thoughts.
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As the ship approached Naboo, the passengers gathered in the main cabin to discuss their next move. Sabé, still in her queenly guise, stood at the head of the room, her posture regal despite the weight of the situation. Padmé stood slightly behind her, her handmaidens clustered nearby. Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, and Kieran stood off to the side, while Anakin and Jar Jar Binks sat near the edge of the room, observing silently.
“The situation on Naboo has grown desperate,” Sabé began, her voice calm but commanding. “Our people cannot endure much longer under the Trade Federation’s occupation. The Senate has failed us, but we cannot afford to wait any longer. We must take action ourselves.”
“And how do you propose we do that?” one of the handmaidens asked, her tone laced with concern. “The Federation’s droid army vastly outnumbers any resistance we could muster.”
“We need allies,” Padmé said, stepping forward. Though she still wore the simple robes of a handmaiden, her presence carried an unmistakable air of authority. “The Gungans have the numbers and the strength to help us. If we can convince them to fight alongside us, we might have a chance.”
Sabé nodded, her expression resolute. “It’s a risk we must take.”
Anakin, unable to contain his curiosity, spoke up from the corner. “The Gungans? Who are they?”
“They’re the native people of Naboo,” Padmé explained. “They live in the swamps and underwater cities. Like Jar Jar Binks. Our two societies haven’t always seen eye to eye, but this crisis affects all of us. We have to find common ground.”
Kieran crossed his arms, his brow furrowing. “Do you think they’ll agree to help? From what we've seen, they’re… not exactly fond of humans.”
Padmé’s gaze flicked to him, her expression firm. “We have to try. It’s our only hope.”
Qui-Gon nodded in agreement. “If we approach them with sincerity and humility, they may be willing to listen. The Force will guide us.”
Sabé turned to Qui-Gon. “You and your Jedi will be invaluable in this effort. Your presence may help convince the Gungans of the gravity of the situation.”
Qui-Gon inclined his head. “We will do what we can.”
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The ship touched down in the lush swamps of Naboo, its sleek frame cutting a stark contrast against the vibrant greenery. The group disembarked cautiously, their boots sinking slightly into the damp ground as they made their way through the dense underbrush. The air was thick with the hum of insects and the occasional chirp of unseen creatures.
Kieran walked beside Anakin, keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings. The boy seemed fascinated by the strange, alien beauty of the swamp, his earlier frustrations forgotten in the face of such wonder. “It’s so different from Tatooine,” Anakin said, his voice filled with awe.
Kieran smiled faintly. “Yeah, it’s a bit of a change, isn’t it? No endless sand, no twin suns—just trees,... water, and Gungans.”
As if on cue, the group emerged into a clearing to find themselves surrounded by Gungan warriors. The amphibian beings held long energy poles and stared at the newcomers with suspicion, their large eyes narrowing as they murmured among themselves.
Padmé stepped forward, her movements deliberate and unthreatening. “We seek an audience with Boss Nass,” she said clearly, her voice carrying an air of quiet authority. “We come in peace, to ask for your help.”
The Gungans exchanged wary glances before one of them motioned for the group to follow. As they were led deeper into the swamp, Kieran felt the tension in the air ease slightly. The Force swirled around them, uncertain but not hostile. He glanced at Qui-Gon, who gave him a reassuring nod.
The Gungan warriors led the group further into the swamp, their steps deliberate but quick. The dense foliage gave way to a clearing where enormous stone statues loomed amidst the mist, their intricate carvings weathered but still imposing. A large group of Gungans had gathered here, their presence solemn as they bustled around makeshift camps and defensive perimeters. The air was thick with tension, the sacred ground carrying an almost tangible weight of significance.
“Bombad sacred,” Jar Jar whispered reverently, his usual clumsiness absent as he folded his hands and gave a small bow toward the statues. “Mesa people only come here when times isa real bad.”
Kieran scanned the gathering, noting the grim faces of the Gungan warriors as they tended to their weapons and supplies. He felt the unease rippling through the Force, mingling with faint sparks of hope. This was a people on the brink of war—afraid, yet resolved. His mismatched eyes flicked to Padmé, who, despite her disguise, was clearly tense as she took in the scene.
At the center of the clearing stood Boss Nass, his imposing figure framed by a group of advisors and warriors. He turned as the group approached, his wide face twisting into a frown when his gaze landed on the humans. “What dis?” he demanded, his deep voice carrying across the clearing. “Yousa back, Jar Jar? Bringin’ humans to sacred place, eh?”
Jar Jar stepped forward nervously, wringing his hands. “Boss Nass, dese humans no bad! Dey needen help! Naboo bein’ taken by dose Federation bad-oos!”
“Taken, eh?” Boss Nass’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the group. “And why should mesa care? Naboo no care ‘bout Gungans before! Why should wesa fight for dem now?”
Padmé stepped forward, her demeanor calm but resolute. “Because this crisis affects us all,” she said, her voice steady despite the obvious hostility in the air. “The Trade Federation threatens not just Naboo, but all life on this planet. If we don’t stand together, they will destroy everything we hold dear.”
“Bah!” Boss Nass waved a large hand dismissively, his voice booming with derision. “Yousa sayin’ dat now, but Naboo always thinkin’ dey better than Gungans! Always treatin’ us like outcasts!”
Padmé hesitated, clearly taken aback by the accusation, but she quickly recovered. “You’re right,” she admitted, her tone softening. “Our people have not always treated the Gungans with the respect you deserve. That is something I deeply regret. But now we face a common enemy, one that neither of us can defeat alone. I ask you, not as a queen, but as a fellow inhabitant of this planet: help us.”
The group fell silent as Boss Nass stared at her, his expression unreadable. Kieran could feel the tension radiating from Padmé, though her outward composure remained impeccable. He glanced at Qui-Gon, who gave him a slight nod, as if to say let her handle this.
Boss Nass let out a low hum, his large eyes narrowing as he stepped closer to Padmé. “Yousa humble,” he said finally, his tone begrudging but tinged with a hint of respect. “Humble like no Naboo ever been before. Maybe… maybe wesa work together.”
Padmé’s shoulders relaxed slightly, though she kept her expression measured. “Thank you, Boss Nass. Together, we can free Naboo and ensure a future where our people work as allies.”
The Gungan leader turned to his advisors, gesturing for them to approach. “Prepare de warriors,” he commanded. “If wesa fight, wesa fight together.”
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As the group reconvened in a quieter corner of the sacred site, the beginnings of a strategy began to form. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan stood with Boss Nass and his generals, discussing tactics while Kieran, Padmé, and Anakin sat nearby, observing the unfolding discussions.
Kieran leaned toward Anakin, lowering his voice. “See? This is what happens when people set aside their differences. They’re stronger together.”
Anakin nodded slowly, though his brow furrowed as he watched the Gungan warriors sharpening their weapons. “But… will it be enough? They have so many droids. What if we lose?”
Kieran hesitated before placing a reassuring hand on Anakin’s shoulder. “We won’t lose. Not with you on our side.”
Anakin blinked, startled by the confidence in Kieran’s voice. “Me? What can I do? I’m just a kid.”
“Don’t sell yourself short,” Kieran said with a small smile. “You’ve already done more than most grown-ups ever could. You built that podracer, you won the race, and you helped us get here. Trust me—you’ll find a way to make a difference.”
Anakin’s expression brightened slightly, though he still looked unsure. “Do you really believe that?”
“I do,” Kieran said firmly, though his mismatched eyes flicked briefly to Padmé, who was watching the exchange with quiet curiosity. He gave her a subtle nod, as if to say he’ll be fine.
Padmé’s lips curved into a faint smile, and she leaned closer to Kieran. “You’re good with him,” she said softly.
Kieran shrugged, his tone light. “He reminds me of myself. Stubborn, fearless… a little too ambitious.”
Padmé chuckled quietly, the tension in her posture easing slightly. “You forgot reckless.”
“Reckless?” Kieran grinned. “That’s just another word for brave.”
Before Padmé could respond, Qui-Gon approached the group, his expression calm but determined. “The Gungans have agreed to fight,” he said. “Boss Nass is assembling their army as we speak. We’ll march on Theed together.”
“And what about the droid control ship?” Padmé asked, her tone shifting to a more strategic focus.
Qui-Gon turned to her, his voice steady. “We’ll need a separate team to disable it. If we can shut down the droid army, the tide of the battle will turn in our favor.”
Padmé nodded, her gaze sharpening. “I’ll lead the team to the palace. We’ll capture the Viceroy and force him to order a ceasefire.”
“And we'll come with you,” Qui-Gon said.
The plan was finalized. The Gungans would act as the primary diversion, drawing the Trade Federation's droid army out into the open while Padmé and her team infiltrated the palace. The goal was simple: capture the Viceroy and force him to end the occupation. Meanwhile, Anakin would remain safely aboard the Naboo fighter hangar until the chaos subsided.
Kieran stood near the ramp of the ship as they prepared to disembark, his mismatched eyes scanning the gathered group. The air was heavy with tension, but it also carried a spark of determination. Padmé—still disguised as a handmaiden—stood next to Sabé, whose regal appearance as the queen was bolstered by her calm composure. Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, and Kieran were positioned nearby, ready to protect their allies and see the plan through.
“We’ll approach through the palace's south side,” Padmé said as she adjusted the small blaster hidden in her robes. “The main courtyard will be heavily guarded, but if we can get through to the hangar, we’ll have access to the throne room.”
“The droid army won’t expect such a bold move,” Qui-Gon added. “That will work to our advantage.”
Kieran adjusted his lightsaber on his belt, his expression hardening. “And if the Sith shows up?”
“We’ll deal with him together,” Qui-Gon said, glancing at his Padawan. “Stick to the mission, but be prepared for anything. The Force will guide us.”
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The team’s infiltration of Theed was just as he thought. The Captain and the others had to do another diversion just for Kieran and the rest to get to the hangar. And they even had to fight another group of droids in the hangar. Anakin got into one of the fighters and was instructed to stay there. Just as they were about to go to the throne room, they saw it.
Darth Maul.
The Zabrak Sith Lord strode into the hangar from the far entrance, his movements deliberate and predatory, the heavy silence broken only by the rhythmic clinking of his boots against the polished floor. His black cloak billowed behind him, revealing the sinister red-and-black tattoos etched across his face and horns. His burning yellow eyes locked onto the group, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he reached for his weapon. Kieran felt his stomach drop, but he wasn’t surprised—he had known this moment was coming. The Sith ignited the first crimson blade of his double-sided lightsaber, then the second, the weapon’s hum filling the hangar with an ominous vibration. Kieran tightened his grip on his own hilt as Qui-Gon stepped forward, his green lightsaber springing to life. Beside him, Obi-Wan’s blade ignited with a snap-hiss, and Kieran followed suit, his eyes fixed on the enemy.