OK so: since Anakin is the Chosen One and all, and one of his parents was The Actual Force, I have to believe his birth was some kind of seismic Force Event when it happened. And while neither the Jedi nor the Sith knew to go look for him immediately, of course, I keep thinking that that night when Shmi gave birth, wherever she was, every Jedi in the Temple or out on a mission kind of felt…something. Nothing big. Nothing that prompted immediate investigation or anything, just…a ripple in the Force. Like something had happened somewhere. Something bright. Something different.
I just keep picturing 16-year-old Obi-Wan out there on some insane assignment with Qui-Gon, looking out into the stars that night and being like “…huh. I wonder what that was all about.”
Also: Sheev. I guess we don’t have a canon mark on where that guy is at the time – if he had a hand in Anakin’s creation like that one theory goes, then I guess he and Plagueis are running around an evil lair somewhere all “fuck fuck fuck did you sense that too could it be omg WHERE IS THE CHILD WHO DID WE IMPREGNATE VIA THE FORCE”, which is incredibly amusing to me.
Also also: Yoda. Little old green dude, one ear perking up while he’s sleeping. “Mmm?” he says, sitting up. Whatever that is, he hopes he’s not going to have to deal with it.
I picture the entire Temple just being kind of off for the entire rest of the week. Maybe it’s the Force. Maybe it’s a virus. (Maybe it’s something in the Temple HVAC system, which Force knows they need to have someone come look at.) Mace Windu has had a migraine for days now. Obi-Wan can’t explain it, but he keeps feeling alternately giddy and spacesick and he is having some weird dreams. Qui-Gon keeps feeling this strange pain in his stomach, which the Healers can find no cause for.
Master Yoda, who could swear he’s aged 100 more years this last very odd week, literally walks into Sheev Palpatine, that Senator from Naboo, while shuffling down a Senate hallway.
“My apologies, Senator. A bit under the weather I am, I’m afraid.” Palpatine hasn’t slept all week. He’s been scouring galactic maps and doing every single possible Sith incantation and stupid ritual he can think of to FIND where that…whatever was coming from. “Not at all, Master Yoda,” he smiles as pleasantly as he can given that he feels like absolute hell. “I’m quite certain there’s something going around this week.”
It all wears off shortly after as the Force kind of normalizes somewhat, and eventually everyone mostly forgets about it until years and years later, when Jocasta Nu comes walking into Mace’s office. She was updating some Temple personnel data and, well, maybe it’s nothing, but it seems young Skywalker’s birthday fell during the week that, according to her records, the Order experienced those very strange symptoms – does he remember that?
Oh, Mace remembers all right. And now, he thinks, frowning at Skywalker’s latest excuse for a mission report (which includes the word “awesome” 17 times), that weeklong migraine makes total sense.
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