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Anakin hadn’t been completely sure when he’d been elected senator for the newly ratified Republic Planet of Tatooine. He’d just led the people in a revolt against the Hutts, freeing all the slaves and killing all the slave owners and Masters in the process. It had been fun! It had been what he’d promised to do when he was Freed at the age of nine.
Now, not even three months after Jabba the Hutt’s, here he was, on the capital planet of the Republic. He’d only participated in a few sessions so far, not having been on planet for long, but something had become eminently obvious to him.
This place was just as much a cess pool as Tatooine had been.
Well, that couldn’t be allowed to stand.
“Alright, you fucktard!” he screamed, standing on top of a senate pod that had, technically, been a few levels above where his was currently hovering. “You want to say that again?” he demanded, a blaster appearing in his gloved prosthetic hand, a gift from one of the slave owners just before the revolt.
He didn’t even register the adverse reactions from those around him, or even the Jedi that had just entered their own pod to watch the proceedings, only focusing on the terrified face of the one who had dared say something so stupid as anyone not needing rights to their own body. His mother had told him, before he left Tatooine, to never let any of the Masters to get away with their crimes. Well, he would remember that. And this was exactly how he had dealt with all Masters before.
And this was just the same.