A concept, if I ever actually make it to the post-Empire period in DAV:
Anakin gets called in by Republic HR a few months into the new government’s administration. He shows up feeling vaguely nervous (as everyone does when called in by HR), but without any idea what this is about.
The Sullustan man behind the desk is very apologetic (probably a little too apologetic, Anakin thinks, cringing a little and trying to make himself look smaller and less, well, less like Darth Vader). He explains that they just need Anakin to fill out a few forms, and really they’re so sorry it’s taken them so long to get to this, but everything’s been in disarray the last few months, you know how it is. (The please don’t kill me remains unspoken.)
Sure, Anakin says, attempting a smile that probably does more harm than good. No problem.
“We just need you to fill out the basic tax forms,” the Sullustan says, still sounding abnormally nervous for someone talking about basic forms. “And we need an account for your direct deposit, of course.” He chuckles awkwardly. “And, uh, Muhil in office 382 has your pay stubs for, uh, the last…couple months? You, uh, you haven’t picked them up.”
Anakin blinks. “Pay stubs?”
The Sullustan laughs again, but it sounds even more nervous now. “Well, yes,” he says. “It’s taken a while to get everything sorted out, and we are very sorry, so I believe there’s an additional stipend included with your back pay.”
Anakin blinks again. “Back pay?”
Another awkward laugh. “Of course,” the man says. “You didn’t think you were working for free, did you?”
There’s a long, awkward silence.
Anakin shuffles his feet. He looks down at the forms on the datapad the man gave him. He’s signed off on a few underlings’ forms similar to these, though usually it was other staff with actual military ranks who handled them. But he’s never filled one out before.
The Sullustan is staring at him in slowly growing dismay. “You…have deposited a pay check before…right?”
Anakin feels like he can’t breathe. “Um,” he chokes. “Can I…can I call…”
He doesn’t manage to finish, but luckily the Mirialan woman at the other desk seems to know what to do (and later he’ll wonder what exactly Mon Mothma has told her staff about him), and in less than fifteen minutes, Leia is there and he can breathe again.
“Dad?” she says. “What’s going on?”
Wordlessly, he hands her the datapad.
Leia frowns. “Okay,” she says. “Let’s go through this.”
They sit down, and Leia walks him through the employment forms. There are a lot of questions he doesn’t have answers to. Some of them she says don’t matter, but others make her frown deepen and an angry line appear between her brows.
Luke shows up about twenty minutes later, out of breath and still dressed in his flight suit, just as Leia’s saying, “All right, that’s the hard part done, now we just have to set up the deposit into your account.”
“What account?” Anakin says, and now Leia and the Sullustan and probably everyone else in the office are staring at him.
“The one we’re going to set up today,” Luke says cheerfully. His smile is bright but there’s the desert in his eyes, and Anakin is intensely glad his son is there.
He tries not to notice the fury that’s building in Leia’s face, or the half-pitying, half-terrified glances the HR employees are shooting one another. “Can I - ” he mumbles, and the man behind the desk nods desperately and says, “Feel free to take the datapad.”
So they go to a bank. It’s the same bank Leia uses, and Luke now too, so Anakin figures it must be a decent choice. You need to have some money already to open an account, so Leia uses hers and glares so hard that Anakin doesn’t even think of protesting. He signs all the things they tell him to sign and leaves with a string of numbers to memorize. Luckily he’s always been good at that.
Leia is still fuming as they make their way back to their speeder. Luke claims the pilot seat this time, and that leaves Leia free to vent. Anakin braces himself.
“The Jedi didn’t have stipends, I suppose?” she begins levelly.
“Of course not. And the Imperial military doesn’t pay? I’m quite certain that I signed off on more than one military funding bill in my time in the Senate.”
Anakin only sighs. She wants to make this difficult, apparently. “I wasn’t military,” he says. “You know that.”
Leia’s eyes narrow. “The Inquisitors didn’t receive any compensation?”
Anakin grinds his teeth. “I wasn’t an Inquisitor.”
To his surprise, Leia is silent for a long moment, but he doesn’t miss the way she and Luke look at each other.
“You know,” says Leia at last, almost conversationally. “Sometimes I think it’s really a shame that Palpatine is dead. There’s so much I would have liked to discuss with him.”