attackoftheclothes:

✫ Shmi Skywalker Lars at her Senate Apartment Complex penthouse
Vionnet, Spring 2016

What If… Anakin Skywalker hadn’t been accepted by the Jedi order. While staying on Naboo while deciding what to do next, Anakin finds his answer while working on a damaged Naboo starfighter, the improvements he made on the starfighter draw the attention the Theed Palace Space Vessel Engineering Corps as well as one of their partners the Nubian Design Collective. And Anakin instantly realizes he might have found a way to fulfill his promise to his mother after all, one that doesn’t require him becoming a Jedi at all.Eight years later at the age of eighteen, Anakin Skywalker is the owner, CEO and head designer/mechanic of Wind Runner Enterprises, a billion credit conglomerate with ties to various planets and companies. Moreover Anakin has decided it’s time to fulfill his dreams and free all slaves on Tatooine by essentially buying the planet from the Hutts. A year later, Tatooine joins the Republic with the planet’s Senatorial Delegation led by Senator Shmi Skywalker Lars, Representative Kitser Chanichani Banai and Senatorial Aides Beru Whitsun and Melee

“You look handsome in that suit.” Shmi complimented her husband as soon as the front doors closed behind her son and future daughter as well senatorial aide.

“I feel like a Kowakian monkey-lizard when those two force me in these infernal suits.” Clieg grumbled before sighing “I suppose I have thank Kitser for finding that designer from Mos Shuuta. Now this suit I can actually stand.”

A smile played on Shmi’s lips, before she moved to place a quick kiss on her husband’s cheek and lead the man to kitchen for lunch . “I think I know which designer you are talking about, Kit gets all his Senate Robes from the man as well some less formal suits for balls unrelated to the Senate.”

“Your son has it easy he could walk around in oil covered clothes and no reporter will bat an eye. Yet it’s me and too lesser degree Owen who have to play dress up.” Clieg complained as he sat down at the small japor wood table already filled with various delicacies from Tatooine as well two carafes one filled with blue milk the other with pallie wine.

“Anakin is an engineer among many other things. Of course those reporters don’t care, he has life of his own.” She placed her hand over his, as sign of affection. “You however dear, are a Senator’s husband and thus easy pickings.”

Clieg snorted, before fondly remarking. “You milady are lucky I love you so much.”