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[bedlamsbard]

Ah, yes. Alternate universe Anakin Skywalker, who's rocking the angry biker S3 Jax Teller look despite the fact that Hayden Christensen can't quite pull it off. Whatever, fortunately I'm not dependent on whether or not Hayden can grow a beard. (Okay, maybe that last link was gratuitous. YOU'RE WELCOME.) Also, pulling slightly from the RotS concept art, at least for the long hair.

Wiping the blood off his face with his sleeve, Anakin looked Skywalker over. It wasn’t quite like looking into a mirror; Skywalker’s face was a little thinner, and while he was missing the scar over his right eye, he had scars at the corners of his mouth that stretched halfway up his cheeks, which his furze of golden beard did nothing to conceal. A Corellian smile, Anakin had heard it called once. He wore his blonde hair longer than Anakin did, pulled back from his face with a leather wrap. Unlike Anakin, he still had both hands, his knuckles now skinned from the fight.

“Hi chuba da naga?” he spat in Huttese, and then, in Basic, “Who the kark are you people? What is he?”

“The better version of you,” Anakin said. “Obi-Wan, he’s feral.”

“Yes, I noticed,” Obi-Wan said.

“I’m what?”

“He’s what?” Padmé said.

“It’s what we call a Force user who has no formal training,” Obi-Wan said. He pursed his lips, looking prim. “It’s not particularly polite.”

“So what?” Anakin said. “It’s accurate.” He wiped his hand over his bloody mouth again. “Seriously? You want this kid to pilot us out of here?”

“I thought you didn’t trust anyone but yourself to fly us,” Obi-Wan said. He actually smiled, the bastard.

(I missed being in Anakin's head! I was in Padme's head for most of the past two chapters, which meant that I kind of wanted to set Anakin on fire, but he's a fun POV to write from. Also, yes, the two Anakins just beat the crap out of each other while Obi-Wan and Padme watched and ate popccorn. More or less.)