Star Wars fic: "Queen's Gambit" (7: Aftershocks)

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Queen's Gambit (68308 words) by bedlamsbard
Chapters: 8/?
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Padmé Amidala, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Dooku (Star Wars), Palpatine | Darth Sidious, Mace Windu, Yoda, Bail Organa
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Parallel Universes
Series: Part 2 of Ouroboros
Summary:

Civil war threatens the galaxy. Hundreds of star systems have declared their intentions to leave the Republic and form a Confederacy of Independent Systems.

In the hopes of securing a quick peace, the Jedi Council has dispatched two Jedi to capture or kill the leaders of the separatist movement, Queen Amidala of Naboo and her lover, the former Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Into this period of conflict have come four refugees from another universe, fleeing a devastating massacre triggered by the death of Supreme Chancellor Palpatine, secretly the Sith lord Darth Sidious, at the hands of Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker…

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“Oh, stang!”

The blaster went flying out of Anakin’s hand as the commando droid’s foot connected with his wrist. If it hadn’t been his right wrist and thus made out of durasteel, it probably would have broken, but instead all that happened was Anakin’s fingers spasming enough to lose his blaster.

He snapped a roundhouse kick into the droid’s head, making it stagger back, and thought, to hell with this, as he shook his lightsaber down from its wrist-holster. It ignited in a blaze of blue plasma, making the droid hesitate just long enough for Anakin to dismember it and turn his attention to the other two commando droids, who were grappling with the rest of his fire team.

The ground crewman was probably dead, if the odd angle of his neck was anything to go by. Jahsvi and the clone trooper, Rook, were still alive and shooting, but clearly outmatched; the trooper was trying to shield her with his armored body while she shot over his shoulder. The other two commandos hadn’t realized their comrade was dead yet.

Anakin flung himself up, bouncing off the wall of the nearest building so that his downward stroke had more power behind it as he sliced the nearest commando from shoulder to hip. His blade flicked up in a fast butterfly stroke to dismantle the remaining droid as it turned to face him, its blaster just starting to rise before it collapsed in a pile of component parts.

He deactivated his lightsaber and looked up into Jahsvi’s and Rook’s blaster barrels, both of which were aimed straight at him.

“Jedi,” Jahsvi spat, in the same tones of disgust that Queen Amidala had used when she had first seen them.

Anakin raised his hands slowly, his lightsaber hilt still held in his right fist. “I’m not the enemy,” he said.

“You’re a kriffing Jedi!”