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It was a beautiful, sunny day on Coruscant. Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Mace Windu walked through one of the main hallways in the Jedi Temple, discussing the ongoing conflict within the Sothebos solar system in the Outer Rim.
While not a Jedi Master, Anakin was on the High Council as the Representative of the Knights. It was a position that had been created in the restructuring of the Jedi Order that had occurred after the Clone Wars ended. The Knights, the Padawans and the Initiates all had an elected Representative with a spot on the Council.
After Palpatine’s death and several sessions of therapy, Anakin had realized that his desire to be on the Jedi Council had stemmed from his mistaken beliefs that the Jedi Order did not value him as Palpatine had tried so hard to convince him. He had no desire to actually be a Council member and had been quite surprised when he became one anyway. Anakin had been rather forcibly elected to the position as a write-in candidate during the first election due to his popularity in exposing Palpatine as Darth Sidious and the mastermind behind the Clone Wars.
As a member of the Council, he also kept up to date on anything that concerned the Jedi Order or the Republic at large. Anakin frequently interacted with other Council members, one of which was his secret daughter. Leia was the Representative of the Initiates on the High Council. She had just been elected to her first term several months ago and took her role as a Council member very seriously.
“The Republic will not intervene with military force since Ucaliv isn’t part of the Republic and Rophaugua is, no matter how illegal their actions are under the Yavin Code,” Windu said as they walked.
“I thought the entire Sothebos system was part of the Republic?” Anakin said in confusion.
“They used to be when Sothebos was one inter-planetary government, but it split up into a bunch of different planetary governments around fifty years ago. The system is still called Sothebos and several planets in the Sothebos system are part of the Republic, but Ucaliv isn’t,” Obi-Wan explained, stroking his beard.
“Politics are so hard to keep track of,” Anakin sighed.
He brightened up when he saw Krayt Clan, including Initiates Luke and Leia Amidala, walking by. Luke cheerfully waved and greeted them.
“Hi Master Windu! Hi Uncle Obi-Wan! Hi Da-I mean Doctor! Doctor Skywalker! Hi Doctor Skywalker!” Luke said, slipping up.
Luke was aware that his parent’s marriage was a secret and as such, he was supposed to refer to his dad as Anakin or Knight Skywalker in public. But sometimes he accidentally slipped up. The entire Krayt Clan was well aware that his dad was the famous Jedi Knight because he accidentally said so when talking about his trip to Umate Peak in Monument Plaza. Leia had made all of their friends swear to keep it secret. He had never accidentally greeted his dad as such in front of other adult Jedi before.
“Hello there,” Obi-Wan beamed, pretending that whatever Luke was babbling about wasn’t happening with an expertise that came from years of dealing with Skywalkers.
“Doctor Skywalker?” Mace Windu asked skeptically.
Leia opened her mouth to make up a believable lie involving her Dad having patched up Luke’s scraped knee last week and Luke jokingly referring to him as a doctor ever since, but Anakin beat her to it.
“I, uh, have a doctorate. In, uh, biomechanical engineering,” he claimed.
“A doctorate,” Mace Windu repeated flatly.
“Well, I like mechanics so I took a bunch of classes for fun after the war ended, I mean, since my education was a tad rushed cause I came to the temple at nine, you know, and I didn’t get to take a lot of classes for fun as a kid, um, and took classes and then after a couple of years, I, uh, realized I was close to a doctorate, so I decided why not go all the way and get a doctorate, so yeah, I’m legally a doctor,” Anakin said, rambling on.
“It’s so cool,” Luke said, catching on to the cover. “I want to be a doctor when I grow up. Or a pilot, or a warrior, or a teacher. Or all at once.”
“Well you still have plenty of time to figure out what you want to specialize in, Initiate Amidala,” Windu said kindly, before turning to a panicking Anakin. “Skywalker, don’t be late to the council meeting today yet again. Obi-Wan, Skywalker, Initiate Amidala, I’ll see you at the meeting this afternoon.”
With that, Windu strode off to deal with his never ending pile of flimsiwork.
“Kriff, I don’t have a doctorate,” Anakin blurted, running a hand down his face.
“Anakin, don’t swear in front of younglings,” Obi-Wan said reproachfully.
“Oh don’t worry Uncle Obi-Wan, we already know how to swear,” Luke informed him cheerfully.
“Auntie Ahsoka taught us all of the swear words,” Leia added.
“Of course she did,” Obi-Wan muttered. “Don’t you have your History class to be getting to?”
Luke and Leia hugged Anakin and Obi-Wan before walking down the hallway to catch up with the rest of their clan. Their next class was on the history of interplanetary relations throughout the two centuries and Master Ylenic It'kla was coming to the class to do a guest lecture.
“Obi-Wan. I don’t have a doctorate. What if Windu asks to see my degree?” Anakin said, gesturing wildly with his hands.
“Mace is not going to ask to see your degree because he will have forgotten about your rather ridiculous lie by tomorrow,” Obi-Wan explained with a long suffering sigh.
“But what if he does? Mace is always calling me out on my bantha dung” Anakin fretted, before pausing suddenly. “I’ll make a fake diploma.”
“Oh no.”
“This is a great idea. Come on Obi-Wan, let’s figure out how to forge a diploma,” Anakin said confidently strolling down the hallway.