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Summary: Ten years after Episode I, a sinister plot to kill a Senator brings Buffy and Anakin back into contact with the people they care most about. Will they be able to protect them, and will Anakin be able to resist the call of the Dark Side?

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Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Chosen

A Long Time Ago In a Galaxy Far, Far Away…..

Star Wars

Episode II:

Attack of the Chosen

Ten years after the events in Episode I, The Republic is beginning to splinter under the corruption in the Senate. Meanwhile, an unknown party is trying to assassinate Senator Amidala, and at the behest of the Supreme Chancellor Palpatine, the Jedi appoint Obi-Wan, and Anakin to watch over the Senator, and Padawan Buffy is sent to work with Junior Senator Willow Naberrie in both uncovering the plot against Padmè, as well as finding a possible way home. As events unfold, new allegiances will be made, lives will be lost, and one of the party begins their decent to the Dark Side…..

Dramatis Personae

Buffy Skywalker; Jedi Padawan, Slayer (female human)

Willow Naberrie; Junior Senator from Naboo (female human)

Anakin Skywalker; Jedi Padawan (human male)

Obi-Wan Kenobi; Jedi Knight (human male)

Mace Windu; Jedi Master (male human

Yoda; Jedi Master (male your guess is as good as mine)

Zett Jukassa; Jedi Padawan (human male)

Serra Keto, Jedi Knight (human female)

Nejaa Halcyon, Jedi Master (human male)

Count Dooku; Dark Lord of the Sith (male human)

Palpatine/Darth Sidious; Dark Lord of the Sith, Supreme Chancellor of the Republic (male human)

Nute Gunray; Viceroy of the Trade Federation (male Neimoidian)

Disclaimer: Star Wars is owned by George Lucas and Lucas Arts, Buffy the Vampire Slayer is owned by Joss Wheedon and Mutant Enemy. Dialogue from Star Wars- Episode II: Attack of the Clones is taken both from the movie and from the novelization written by R.A. Salvatore. I own nothing except for part of the plot, the computer I work on, the TV I watch, and the Car I can barely afford to put gas into now (Thanks for that, George!), so please don’t sue me.

Chapter 1: Reunions

It was daytime on Coruscant when the Naboo Royal Cruiser arrived with its two small escort fighters. The massive ship was an impressive sight- twice as large as the previous model, with great, sweeping wings and four engines. The ship gracefully made its way to one of the Senate landing platforms and set down gently, its ramp lowering as soon as the engines had died down. Its fighter escorts landed on two outlying platforms that were connected to the main platform. The two fighter pilots climbed out of their ships and headed towards the larger cruiser, whose passengers were just starting to come out.

And then the cruiser exploded.

The explosion tossed the two fighter pilots backwards, and both covered their heads as debris pelted the area around them. In an instant, though, one of the pilots was up and running towards the prone figure lying on the ground, her dark ceremonial gowns burned and her face covered in blood. The pilot knelt down besides the fallen figure and pulled off her helmet, revealing the anguished face of Padmè Amidala, former Queen and now Senator of Naboo. Padmè gathered up the body of her friend and bodyguard up in her arms.

“Cordè!” she whispered to her. The decoy opened her eyes and stared up at her friend.

“I’m sorry M’Lady,” she gasped out, “I’m…not sure I… I’ve failed you.” Her voice trailed off and her head slumped to the side, then she was dead.

“Cordè!” Padmè cried out again, softly this time. Then she frantically started looking around, trying to get a glimpse of the one person she knew she could not loose.

“M’Lady, you are still in danger!” Captain Typho, her new head of security called out, but Padmè paid him no heed.

“Willow!” she cried out, desperately searching the wreckage for her sister…

And suddenly, there was another explosion as a large section of wreckage blasted upwards and outwards, and then Willow rose out of the hole she had created. Silently she hovered herself away from the wreckage and landed next to her sister. Padmè gave her a quick look-over- aside from some burn spots in her clothes, singed hair, and the dirt and grime that covered her face’s he appeared to be alright. Padmè had to suppress a shudder at the sight of her eyes- no matter how many times she saw them turn all black when Willow used her powers, it never failed to unnerve her somewhat.

“Okay, that was SO not in the travel brochure!” Willow exclaimed, then seeing Cordè lying motionless on the ground, she quickly knelt beside her and placed a hand on the decoy’s forehead. She closed her eyes and concentrated, then let out a disappointed sigh.

“I’m sorry, she’s gone.” Willow said sadly. Padmè nodded. Both girls stood, and Captain Typho came up beside them. “Senators, please!” he cried. “Would you so diminish Cordè’s death as to stand her and risk your own life? What good will her sacrifice be if¬-”

“Enough, Captain.” Padmè interrupted, as she and Willow started to make their way towards the entrance to the Senate building. Typho took point, while R2-D2 detached himself from Padmè’s starfighter and took up the rear.


A few hours later, Supreme Chancellor Palpatine stood in his office, staring out of the window to view the city of Coruscant. Behind him, seated in front of his desk, were representatives from the Jedi Council, whom he had asked to his office to advise him on the coming vote for the creation of an army for the Republic.

“I fear this vote.” The Chancellor remarked, looking out over his city.

“It is unavoidable.” Mace Windu replied from his seat in front of the desk. Mace was a tall, dark, and muscular human; his bald head and penetrating eyes lent him a commanding presence that wasn’t to be ignored by anyone. Next to him sat Ki-Adi-Mundi and Yoda, two of his fellow Masters on the Jedi Council.

“And it could unravel the remainder of the Republic.” Palpatine replied. “Never have I seen the Senators so at odds over any issue.”

“Few issues would carry the import of creating a Republic army,” Jedi Master Plo Koon remarked from his place behind Yoda. His dark, shadowed eyes seemed reflexive over his black mask. “The Senators are anxious and afraid, and believe that no vote will ever be more important than this one now before them.”

“And this way or that, much mending must you do.” Yoda remarked. “Unseen is much that is here.”

“I don’t know how much longer I can hold off the vote, my friends.” Palpatine continued. “And I fear that delay on this definitive issue might well erode the Republic through attrition. More and more star systems are joining the separatists.”

Mace nodded in understanding. “And yet, when the vote is done, if the losers do break away-”

“I will not let this Republic that has stood for a thousand years be split in two!” Palpatine declared. “My negotiations will not fail!”

“But if they do,” Mace replied evenly, keeping his voice calm, “you must realize that there aren’t enough Jedi to protect the Republic. We are keepers of the peace, not soldiers.”

Palpatine took a few calming breaths, then turned to face the diminutive Master. “Master Yoda, do you really think it will come to war?”

Yoda closed his eyes for a moment, attempting to concentrate. What he saw, or rather didn’t see, unnerved him somewhat.

“Impossible to see, the future is. The Dark Side clouds everything. But this I am sure of,” he said, opening his eyes and staring directly at Palpatine, “Do their duty, the Jedi will.”

Before Palpatine could respond to that statement, a hologram of one of Palpatine’s aids appeared on his desk.

“The loyalist committee has arrived, my Lord.” The aid said.

“Send them in.”

Palpatine rose from his chair, as did the seated Jedi as a group of Senators entered the Chancellors office. The group was made up of Senator Padmè Amidala, who was followed by her Junior Senator and sister Willow Naberrie; Jar Jar Binks, Captain Typho, and Padmè’s handmaiden Dormè brought up the rear. Behind them walked Senators Bail Organa and Horox Ryyder.

Yoda pointedly walked up to Padmè and tapped her lightly with his cane.

“With you, the Force is strong, young Senator.” Yoda told her warmly. “Your tragedy on the landing platform, terrible. To see you alive bring warm feelings to my heart.”

‘Thank you, Master Yoda.” The young Senator replied. “Do you have any idea who was behind this attack?”

Mace Windu stepped forward. “Senator, we have nothing definitive, but our intelligence points to disgruntled spice miners on the moons of Naboo.”

Padmè shook her head. I’ve seen the frustration of the spice miners, she thought, but I don’t think they’d go this far.

Nor do I, Willow thought back, they would have nothing to gain from it.

Padmè mentally concurred with her sister, then turned hard gaze onto Master Windu.

“I do not wish to disagree,” she said, “But I think that Count Dooku was behind it.”

There was a small murmur that spread throughout the office at that suggestion, and the Jedi Masters looked at one another with expressions that ranged from disbelief to disapproval.

“You know, M’Lady, Count Dooku was once a Jedi.” Mace pointed out in a calm, resonating voice. “He wouldn’t assassinate anyone. It’s not in his character.”

“He is a political idealist, not a murder.” Ki-Adi-Mundi added, his large cone-shaped head towering over the other masters. Willow let out a derisive snort.

“Characters can change in a heartbeat. If you don’t believe me, then just ask Buffy about her first boyfriend.” Willow thought briefly back to the whole Angel-Angelus incident. “And I have found that sometimes political ideals can lead one into the realm of murder, however distasteful a person may find it.”

It seemed as if an argument that could rival anything in the Senate was about to break out, but then Yoda tapped his tiny cane to the floor, drawing attention to himself.

“In dark times, nothing is as it appears to be. But the fact remains, Senators,” he said, looking right at Padmè and Willow, who stood side by side, “In grave danger you both are.”

Palpatine sighed at that, but then his face suddenly brightened a bit. “Master Jedi, may I suggest that the Senators be placed under the protection of your graces?”

Willow brightened at the idea, for she knew that, if the Jedi agreed, she would be seeing her best friend for the first time in person in nearly four years. Padmè, on the other hand, didn’t share the same sentiment.

“Chancellor, if I may comment, I do not believe the-”

“Situation is that serious.” Palpatine finished for her. “No, but I do, Senator.”

“Chancellor, please! I do not want any more guards!” Padmè pleaded.

“And I do not wish to be hampered from conducting my own investigation into this matter, which I am doing.” Willow added.

Palpatine smiled at the two girls in a way Padmè would have found condescending from any other man. “I realize all too well that additional security might be disruptive for you both,” he paused for a moment, then his face brightened as if he had suddenly found an acceptable compromise. “But perhaps someone you are familiar with, an old friend.” Palpatine smiled and looked to Masters Windu and Yoda. “Master Kenobi, perhaps?”

Mace nodded. “That’s possible. He has just returned from a border dispute on Ansion.” Windu looked over to Willow, who looked as if she was about to say something. “Additionally, I believe my own Padawan would be able to assist you on your investigation, Senator.” Willow smiled; she knew who his Padawan was. Padmè still looked like she was about resist, so Palpatine spoke up once more.

“Do it f or me, M’Lady. Please. I will rest easier. We had a big scare today. The thought of loosing you is unbearable.”

Padmè gave a defeated sigh- how does one say no to the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic? Mace nodded.

“I will have Obi-Wan report to you at once, M’Lady.” and with that, the Jedi left the room. Padmè watched them leave-

And behind her, standing behind his desk, Chancellor Palpatine watched them all.



Buffy ran up the stairs that led to the main hanger of this facility. She wasn’t quite sure where she was, or where she was going to, but she knew she had to reach the hanger and help her brother and Obi-Wan. She reached the level where the hanger was and ran into the antechamber connected to it. Wait, there was someone here…

On the floor! Buffy couldn’t make out who it was, but the person was tied up. She quickly activated her lightsaber, and the silver-colored blade sliced clean through the ropes.

‘Quickly!’ she called to the person. ‘We have to get in there and help them!’

As she turned to run into the hanger, she heard the voice speak.

‘I got a better plan.’ The voice said. It sounded distorted, like the person was speaking under several feet of water. Buffy turned around to face the person-

And was blasted back into the wall by a powerful burst of energy.

‘You die.’


Buffy was in a small hut. Where it was, she couldn’t tell. But she could see who was in it-

Shmi, her mother. And she was tied to a post, hands outstretched, back facing out. And her back was already criss-crossed with cuts that welled up blood. She screamed as the whip was brought down upon her back yet again…


And Buffy awoke from her meditation with a gasp. She closed her eyes and took a couple steadying breaths, trying to regulate her erratic breathing.

“Can’t I ever have a nice, pleasant vision?” Buffy muttered to herself as she nimbly stood up and stretched out her cramped muscles.

Ten years at the temple had been good for the Slayer. Now in her thirties, Buff was pretty sure she was the oldest living Slayer in existence. Of course, not having any demons trying to kill her, or anybody trying to end the world, for that matter was pretty good for one’s health. She wore the simple loose fitting pants and tunic of the Jedi- despite the lack of fashion, she found they gave her incredible freedom of movement, and were quite comfortable to boot. Her once long hair had been cut short, falling only to her neck, and her Padawan’s braid was tucked behind her ear. In many ways, she was the model Jedi.

Except for, at 32, she was the oldest Padawan in the temple. A fact that Anakin never ceased to tease her about. Of course, when he did that, she merely brought up a little flight he took when he was nine…

Buffy sensed a presence behind her, and smiled.

“Good afternoon, Master.”

“Good afternoon, my not-so-young Padawan.”

Buffy scowled. Sometimes, it wasn’t just Anakin who reminded her about her age. “You know, you could fix that whole ‘Padawan’ deal if you’d just promote me.”

“You knew how long it could take when you agreed to be trained, Buffy.” Mace said as he walked into the meditation chamber. “However, it has been agreed among the Masters that it is time for you to face your trials.”

Buffy couldn’t suppress a smile at the news. “That’s good news, Master. When do I leave?”

“And who said you’re going to be leaving?”

Buffy’s face screwed up in confusion. “I don’t understand, Master…”

“This morning, someone tried to assassinate the Senators from Naboo.”


“Is fine, as is Senator Amidala. However, they are still in grave danger. Obi-Wan and Anakin have been assigned to guard Senator Amidala…”

“Annie’s gonna love that…” Buffy muttered under her breath. Mace frowned at the interruption, and then continued.

“While you have been assigned to assist Senator Naberrie in her investigation.”

Buffy looked at her Master for a moment. “And the trial will be…”

Mace couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “You are already an accomplished warrior, Buffy. Your skills in that area are not in question. However, this situation has presented a number of unique challenges that the Council would like to see how well you would handle them. Your trial, as well as your assignment, is to find out who is behind these attacks, as well as protect Senator Naberrie. Understood?”

Buffy bowed. “Yes, Master.” She paused for a moment, then smiled She was going to see Willow again! “When do I leave?”

“Obi-Wan and Anakin will be leaving within the hour. Go with them, and meet up with Senator Naberrie at Senator Amidala’s apartment. May the Force be with you.”

“Thank you, Master,” Buffy replied. “May the Force be with you, as well.”


An hour later Buffy, Anakin, and Obi-Wan stood in the turbo lift as it headed up to Senator Amidala’s quarters. Rather, Buffy and Obi-Wan stood, while Anakin fidgeted nervously, something that the other two Jedi picked up on.

“You seem a little on edge, Anakin.” Obi-Wan said.

“Not at all.” He replied, rather unconvincingly.

“I haven’t seen you this nervous since we fell into that nest of gundarks.”

“You fell into that nightmare, Master, and I rescued you. Remember?”

Buffy snorted. “Annie’s just nervous ‘cause he’s going to see his girlfriend again.” She said in a teasing voice, emphasizing the world girlfriend. Obi-Wan had to hide a grin behind his hand as Anakin sputtered in indignation.

“The Senator is not, nor ever was, my girlfriend!”

Buffy chuckled at Anakin’s obvious discomfort. “He’s probably thinking about ways of impressing her. Hey!” she said suddenly, “Here’s an idea! You could fly into an enemy command carrier and blow it up form the inside again…”

“Oh, for the love of the Force!” Anakin groaned. “It’s been TEN YEARS! Will you EVER let that go?”

“No.” Buffy said, staring back at her brother. Obi-Wan laughed outright at the siblings’ antics.

“How is it, Buffy, that Master Windu has put up with you for ten years?” the Jedi Knight asked her.

“Easy, Master,” Anakin said before Buffy could respond, looking straight over the top of the Slayer’s head, “He just talks over her. Not that that’s hard…”

“Oh, ha-ha.” Buffy shot back as the lift came to a stop. The doors opened to reveal a gangly, albeit well-dressed Gungan diplomat. Buffy couldn’t help but think he looked familiar…

“Obi! Obi! Obi!” Jar Jar Binks shouted, hopping up and down like a rabbit on speed. Buffy groaned inwardly, but kept a neutral expression on her face. Another reason to dislike politicians…

Obi-Wan smiled politely and did his best to calm the Gungan down. After getting reacquainted again, Obi-Wan asked to be shown to the Senators. Jar Jar immediately sobered up and showed them into the main sitting room. Anakin’s breath came up short as he finally saw Padmè for the first time in ten years. She was still as radiant as ever, her long dark hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. Beside her stood Dormè and Captain Typho, in their handmaiden garb and military uniform respectively.

“Well, look who’s here.”

The three Jedi turned at the sound of the voice, and Buffy smiled broadly as Willow walked out of an adjoining bedroom.

“Yessa, Senator Willow! Desa Jedi ariven!” Jar Jar replied, but Buffy was already in motion, rushing over to her friend and enveloping her in a huge hug. Obi-Wan smiled at the reunion, then turned to face the other Senator.

“It is a pleasure to see you again, M’Lady.” Obi-Wan said. Padmè moved to shake his outstretched hand, glancing briefly in Anakin’s direction. Her eye’s showed no hint of recognition.

“It has been far too long, Master Kenobi.” The Senator replied. “I’m so glad our paths have crossed again. But I must warn you that I think your presence here is unnecessary.”

“I am sure the members of the Jedi Council have their reasons.” The Jedi replied. Padmè sighed in resignation, and then looked again to the Padawan that stood silently by his Masters side. She studied him for a moment, before recognition finally kicked in.

“Annie?” she said incredulously. Anakin’s spirit’s lifted as she finally recognized him. “Can it be? My goodness how you’ve grown!” she continued, looking him over with an appraising eye. Willow had to stifle a giggle, and Buffy playfully smacked her arm.

“Easy there, Rose.” Buffy chastised.

“It’s just Willow, Buffy.” Willow replied with a smile. “No more hiding.”

Anakin, meanwhile, was awkwardly trying to return Padmè. “So have you. Grown more beautiful, I mean.” Anakin stood up straight, and then frowned slightly. “And much shorter. For a Senator, I mean.”

“Very smooth, Brother.”

Padmè chuckled. “It is good to see you again, Buffy. You look well.”

“I feel well.” Buffy replied, smiling back at the Senator. Willow nodded.

“How’s Master Windu treating you?” Willow asked.

“Very well, Wills.” Buffy replied. “He’s been a great mentor; I really look up to him.”

“Of course, she looks up to everybody these days…” Anakin replied with a smirk, ignoring the scowl on Obi-Wan’s face. Buffy narrowed her eyes at her brother; Willow could sense trouble ahead, so she steered Buffy back towards the lift.

“You’ll want to be briefed on what I’ve found in my investigation, young as it is.” Willow said as she pushed the button on the lift, opening the doors. “All of my files are at my office at the Senate building- why don’t we head over there?”

Buffy looked at her friend, then smiled and nodded. “Sound like a plan. That way, we can also catch up.” They entered the lift, and Buffy turned and looked back to the two remaining Jedi. “I’ll leave you two to watch the Senator’s back. Just remember, Annie-“she added, looking her brother in the eye with a smirk, “to watch her back- that’s everything above the waist.” she motioned with her hand. With a smirk, she watched as her brother’s faced turn to an embarrassed shade of red as the doors closed on the lift. As soon as the doors closed, Willow burst out laughing. Buffy turned to Willow with a broad smile.

“That’ll teach him to make short jokes about me.” Was all she said as he lift journeyed down to the landing pad.

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