To get a drink...and a job

So I messed up real time. Every Force sensitive that was out there knew I was here among them. And now there was no telling what they would do.

Oh well. I would cross that bridge when I got to it. And if I managed to line up everything correctly, I had come to Star Wars six months before the events of the Prequels. And first thing on my list is to go for a little bit of exploring.

Walking through Theed was mesmerizing. You'd never get roads as big as this back home. And the road rules and etiquette was not really that much different from Earth's anyway. Just replace the cars with speeders that floated for no conventional reason, and you were just taking a normal stroll.

Don't ask me to explain why the speeders float alright. I got the worst grades in my classes when it came to science. There probably is a good reason why they float, but I just don't give crap.

And I was definitely walking around in the lower districts of Theed. Clothing and everything was extremely different, but you just instantly recognized the uncivilized signature and mannerisms of a lower class area.

And in a place like this, there was definitely a bar or a pub somewhere. I maybe underage, but that does not matter in this universe, nor is there anyone around to tell me no.

Doesn't take long to find a pub really. I find that you just have to follow loud noises, tasteless music and bad smells and you'll eventually find one.

And I was proven correct as I walked in through metallic sliding doors. Didn't seem to run any different from the automatic ones back in the BSW, which is what I called my original universe 'Boring Shit World'.

And immediately I found my way blocked by a big burly pig looking creature that seemed to have his face covered in some sort of moisture stamping the hell out of a smaller human. Don't know what happened here but I definitely walked in on big ego.

"Ya think you can talk to me like that ya little Huttspawn? To big ol' Willy?" the pig croaked out in with this guttural sound I took to be laughter. Like seriously? Things might be different here but that name would just gauge out unfathomable amount of cringe from everyone in the room back home.

The guy getting his lights kicked out just grunted, an expression of defiance plastered over his face. Some scraggly looking loser with dried out skin and scars over his eyes.

This ordeal was only occupying half of my attention though. Because to the furthest corner from me, there was a small hooded figure watching me. From my supernatural senses, I could tell they had zeroed in on my figure. They seemed to appraise me silently before turning away.

The Force was poking me everytime I turned to this figure, so I reached out with my ki for a better and more intricate reading of that person. Once I had all the basics, I added the clairvoyant abilities of the Force on top.

Whoever had given me this new life must really be looking out for me. Whoever they are, I was sure grateful as this had made my life so much easier.

What was not making my life easy was the pig blocking my way to the counter. So I walked up right to him.

"Hey bastard!" I called out. He turned from the blood covered dude on the floor to me.

"Hnh?" he said with an eyebrow raised.

"You're in my way." I said calmly, my voice coming out distorted and older through the War Machine mask. The drunk idiot didn't seem to be thinking straight as he immediately lurched towards me.

"Whadju'say you lit-"

He didn't get to say much as I jabbed out with a closed fist and caved in that ugly mug of his. Sharp teeth exploded out of his pie hole all over the floor while his body was sent tumbling over tabletops, knocking over drinks and games before he rolled to a stop in front of one of the exits.

Everyone seemed shocked for a moment before the ones who weren't happy about their drinks being knocked over decided to take their own chances. A Rodian whipped out a blaster aimed straight for my head. My hand snapped out and with the back of it, moved his arm away causing the blaster bolts to shoot off at the ceiling. I swiftly clasped my hand around his forearm and squeezed. The metal platings on them gave no resistance as they gave away with resounding crunches, turning to paste along with his arm. His scream sounded like somebody just screeched into a microphone synced with autotune.

I sensed movement from the other end and quickly brought the twit around. As he flew through the air, he collided with blaster bolts aimed for me before smashing into the offender. Both went sprawling unconscious from the impact.

This frog eyed lanky alien with no nose and mouth and a head almost as big as Megamind's tried bringing a pipe down on my head.

A snap-hiss was all that everybody heard, and a flash of blue was all they saw before a cauterized smoking arm lay on the ground along with a bisected serving droid.

I did not even bother assessing the situation anymore as I stared round at every person in the cantina, memorizing every face in the crowd. I challenged them silently to try anything. But predictably, after witnessing my superhuman strength and the fact I had humming lightsaber in my hand, they all just turned around silently and went on with their own business. I switched off my saber and walked up to the bar.

The keep stared at me warily while holding a canister in his hand. I took out a bunch of credits and placed them down on the table a little too loudly.

"For the droid...and a pint of Corellian ale, the bad stuff." My voice rang out clear. I turned back to the crowd and immediately chatter began sounding again.

The credits were hastily swept off the table and a canister put in their place. Taking it off the table, I walked over to where the cloaked person sat and plopped right down in front of them.

As I did so, I kept my eye on a man in slacks and waistcoat not too far from where we were sitting. His eyes were locked on me as I saw his arm tense under the table. His hand was definitely tightening around a blaster.

"Can I help you?" the cloaked figure said quietly to me. I looked them silently in they reflective eyes I could see under the hood before answering.

"I'd like a private word with you...your Majesty."

The hooded figure tensed slightly before the eyes narrowed under the hood. Contrary to the reaction I expected from them they got up and cooked their head towards an exit. I followed example and walked with them, kicking the pig out of the way as we reached there. He was definitely not going to wake up anytime soon, probably not ever if nobody got him medical help.

The figure led me out of the cantina and down the street a little ways before ducking into an alleyway between two large buildings.

"Are you not even going to deny it?" I asked them. They stopped and turned around to face me.

"I know better than to lie to someone like you Master Jedi." They pulled down their hood, revealing the face concealed within. Thank the heavens that I had super speed perception and processing. Because that one moment extended into several seconds for me as I took in the girl's features.

She was breathtakingly beautiful. I had always loved Natalie as Padme in the Prequels. She was a woman I was genuinely attracted to. This girl was reminiscent of her but she took Portman's natural hotness to a whole new level. One could definitely tell she was fourteen. I was sixteen before I 'died' and sixteen right now, so my hormones were shooting through the roof. You'd think after bathing on a regular basis with naked Amazons that I'd be used to the opposite sex by now.

Nope, they got me every time.

"I do not appreciate you decapitating people in my city Sir. Even if they are of the most unsavory, and uncivilized characters. To do so in front of the Queen no less could result in quite the discohesion between us and the Jedi order. Not to mention it's a crime."

Her voice snapped me out of my stupor. I raised my hands and shrugged.

"Bastard was trying to kill me. I only acted in self defense."

"And yet you were the one who instigated that conflict when you struck the first man..."

I blinked.

"Ah..."

She smirked and shook her head.

"I really should have you taken into custody...but something tells me that is the completely wrong thing to do, as if I will regret it at some point Master Jedi."

Of course she would think that. I was subtly nudging her thoughts in that direction with the Force. And whenever they went the other way, I slightly stimulated her adrenal glands to create a bit of anxiety. Then I realized how she had been addressing me, and my mood dropped a little.

" I would like to correct you on one thing your Majesty. You see, I am not a Jedi." Her eyebrows raised.

"But you carry a lightsaber no?"

"It is not just them that carry lightsabers you know. There are a good few others who know their ways around one."

She nodded before frowning a little.

"I see. Well I assumed that a message had come to me from the Order, some discreet one as there had been no formal contact with me. But it makes sense now I guess. That could only mean that you alone have something to say to me."

"Yes. But before we do that, could you signal the sniper over there to lower their weapon. It makes me a little agitated knowing there's a blaster barrel aimed at my head." I pointed over to a building some ways away from me. Even without my force powers, the glint of the scope caught sunlight. Even space tech had to have lenses.

She genuinely looked surprised at that. Before she could ask I cut her off with simply

"The Force."

She closed her mouth and nodded before turning to the building and making a signal with her hand. The glint of the scope lowered out of sight.

"If you must feel safe around me your Majesty, I have no problem with your bodyguard captain standing next to you." I gestured with a finger and the dark man in slacks earlier came skidding around a corner in front of us.

Padme kept her face straight though I sensed her mirth. Panaka patted himself of the dust while still holding a blaster barrel in one hand. He then turned to the queen.

"Please your Majesty. Do not walk off with strangers again. It's not safe."

"On my own soil, Captain? Even if the worst had happened, I doubt that even a Force user would have been able to escape your wrath." She smiled at her bodyguard before turning to me again.

"Mister...?"

"Luke, your Majesty." She opened her mouth a little.

"The abbreviation for Phalluk. Are you from Naboo Master Luke?" Panaka had the same question in his eyes.

"No your Majesty. I am from the Unknown Regions. Luke is a common name where I come from. As for what I came to speak about, I have an offer."

"Oh, and what would that be?"

"I wish to become one of your bodyguards for a certain amount of time." Panaka scoffed slightly, but a tilt from my masked face quieted him a little. He hadn't forgotten what just happened less than five minutes ago.

"I am afraid I have plenty of those at the moment Master Luke. For what reason must I accept this offer?"

"Well, toss in the fact I am a Force user, and an extremely powerful one might I add, I would be a rare kind of bodyguard. As a matter of fact, I don't think anyone in the galaxy has those." The atmosphere around me grew a little grim, which they picked up on. Panaka's grip tightened on his blaster. "The main reason is far more important. Force users have visions which give them small glimpses of the future. I had one such experience not long ago regarding Naboo."

Padme's brows rose a little. I expected the skepticism. Trying to explain the Force to a non-sensitive is like trying to explain sight to the blind. However, within the miniature Queen, I sensed a rooted respect of people like me. So she did not just voice out her disbelief just yet.

"And what were the contents of this premonition Master Luke?"

"I saw Naboo under an invasion."