A/N: Hello, I have been resurrected once again to keep writing fanfics! Sorry for taking so long to post anything, I'll try to be better about that in the future.

I have to say, I'm a bit surprised at the traction my first chapter had, but nonetheless thankful. I have to thank Colossus Bridger, Clonetropper776, ROGER, and any other guests for reviewing, it really means a lot! Without further ado, here's Chapter 2!

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars: The Clone Wars, or Doctor Who

There was nothing atypical about the trip back to Coruscant. The Twilight landed, Rex and the other clones went back to their unit, Ahsoka ran off somewhere, and that weird scientist guy loitered by the ship with his tin can.

Anakin had much bigger and better things to do. He headed straight for the Senate District and waited. And waited…and waited.

He found it strange. Padmé would usually be here by now. It's not like she usually raced out to fall into his arms, given the secretive circumstances, but she was never more than a handful of minutes or so late. He didn't pay it much mind though. Maybe she was passing a bill or at a meeting, those typically ran late, if they were anything like Jedi Council meetings.

He thought she'd appreciate the story of rescuing R2-D2. That droid had been with them since they first met, over ten years ago, on her starship as they were trying to rescue Naboo.

In that case he would move on to his next visit. One that most Jedi rarely participated in.

The Chancellor looked up from his desk with a warm smile. Spur-of-the-moment visitors were usually dealt with by a security presence, but this was never the case for young Skywalker. "Anakin, my boy." He said, "Come in, come in."

Anakin did a small bow, "Chancellor, I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Of course not." Chancellor Palpatine rose from his seat, "How did your mission fare?"

"It went pretty well." He said, "We freed the artoo unit. We encountered General Grievous…but…unfortunately he got away."

"Ah, I see…there will always be next time."

His eyes peered around, "Senate building seems a little bit empty today, sir, if you don't mind me saying."

He paced for a moment or two, "If you're wondering about Senator Amidala's whereabouts, I have some unfortunate news."

Anakin looked up, trying to hide his shock, but doing a poor job of doing so, "Whereabouts…sir?"

"The outer rim planet, Rodia. It's people are starving and are in need of relief aid. However the vote is being freely thrown around in the Senate. Miss Amidala got impatient and left for the planet herself."

"Alone?" Anakin asked. Before he was calm and collected in the presence of his leadership, but now was not the case.

Chancellor Palpatine nodded, "I tried to warn her against it. I thought that maybe if she took a moment or two to…collect her thoughts, as it were…then maybe another path would open up to her."

Now it was Anakin's turn to pace, "Then she's in trouble…she's gotta be. I'd go and bring Rex and the men along with me…but…the Jedi Order wouldn't like me diverting so many resources like that…"

Palpatine sat back in his desk, "It's…unfortunate…that they do not respect your judgement." He folded his hands.

A small nod, "Right, I'll go think of something. Thanks for keeping me updated. Until we meet again, sir."

"Of course, Anakin."

His footsteps out of the Chancellor's office were a mile a minute. His brain was working even faster than that to come up with a solution. Rodia was on the outer rim, and Coruscant was dead in the center of the galaxy, just about. Padmé could easily be dead by the time anyone came to help. Taking any Republic forces whatsoever would take too long, and furthermore the Jedi wouldn't back his out of place decision to back up a random Senator who flew right into Separatist territory.

Then he remembered that he had an ace in the hole. That scientist guy. With any luck, he'd still be near the Twilight. And he wasn't connected to anyone, wasn't really important to anyone, he was a loner. No one would care if Anakin sent him to save Padmé. And with that Dalek thing he would probably do it too, with time to spare.

His next stop was the landing platforms.

It was a rather beautiful city. A beautiful city planet, as it were. At least Victor thought so. Sure, his Dalek was peering around with its eyestalk wondering what the point of all this was and when it could start killing people, but Victor was impressed. Coruscant was a beautiful place.

Then again, he didn't really have many comparisons, from this galaxy or his own. Skaro was never really much of a looking. Toxic fallout, waste abounds, and war on every front. Maybe Coruscant should count its blessings that it's free of such conflict for now. He remembered when Skaro was gorgeous, when it was just a prosperous nation of cities. When he was still fully human. But then the Kaleds and the Thals got into one too many disagreements and suddenly mutation was the new norm.

He straightened up a bit when he noticed that Ahsoka's mentor was heading for them, most likely going back to his ship. But he was quite surprised when the man addressed him. "You." He said, "I need your help."

A smile curled onto Victor's lips, he chuckled, "Do you now?"

He hesitated, "What did you say your name was, again?"

"Victor." He held a gloved hand out, "Victor Madison. Charmed."

Their gloved hands met. "Right." Anakin said once the handshake was done, "Guess we were too busy trying not to die to properly introduce ourselves." He said, then he eyed the Dalek briefly, "Nice Astromech, by the way. I build a couple droids myself back when I was a kid."

Victor narrowed his eyes. He was going to get really sick and tired of correcting people on this. But for now it seemed the man was urgent, "Mmm." He said, "And your name, sir? If you don't mind me asking?"

"Anakin Skywalker." He said, "Jedi knight." He added, "I'm Ahsoka's Jedi Master…but…pretty sure you figured that out already."

"Tell me about these Jedi."

Anakin's face never looked blanker, "You…you don't know what Jedi are?"

His poker face crumpled, but only for a split-second. Damn, he moved too fast. Apparently these Jedi were as commonplace as oxygen. (Though he did suppose that some worlds lacked oxygen, didn't they?) "You'll have to forgive me." He cleared his throat, "I'm from…very far out there…in a deep pocket of the galaxy. This war and all its constructs are quite foreign to me."

"Right…I'll tell you about Jedi later." Anakin said, "Speaking of the outer rim, it looks like you're about to head back home."

"Hmm?" He asked, "What do you mean?"

"I'm need help fast and you're probably the only guy who's gonna deliver at the speed I want."

"Yes…as you said earlier…what can I help you with?"

"Planet Rodia…it's…it's kinda neutral right now…but…but I'm worried that there's a Separatist presence on it. There's a Senator, one of us…who traveled there…alone…in an effort to…I don't know…attempt a diplomatic solution. But you've seen the Separatists. They aren't capable of that."

He nodded. Context clues told him that these Separatists were the ones wielding the droid army. While the Republic had the Jedi and the men in white armor. "So I just need to find him and bring him back?"

"Bring her back." He said, "Senator Amidala is too important for us to lose right now."

He smiled, chuckling, "Of course. Consider it done."

He nodded, having no idea what to even offer this man, given how mysterious the circumstances of finding him was. "The…the Republic will greatly appreciate your efforts." He said. Vague, but he hoped he bought it.

He chuckled for a bit more, "I'm sure it will." He said, "I shall depart immediately."

Anakin nodded once more, looking at his Dalek again, "I would bring him along too…in case there're Battle Droids."

"Of course. He always goes where I go."

"Hey! My ship! That's my ship!"

"Exterminate!"

The death ray went off and the alien creature fell to the ground. Whatever it was. Victor supposed if he were here long enough he'd learn which species were which, but for now he could just summarize that Coruscant was one big melting pot of different alien races.

He hopped into the ship he 'borrowed', his Dalek following suite. "Alright…I suppose now is as good a time as any to learn how flying works in this Universe." He took off, heading out of Coruscant's atmosphere.

The ship buckled and dipped downward, a bit too much for Victor's liking. Why was it going so slow? Did he take a freighter? He better not have taken a freighter. It couldn't be, this ship was much too small to be able to carry any cargo.

It didn't have any blasters of shields either, which really annoyed him. Maybe if he kept this thing long enough he'd make modifications.

He looked back at his Dalek, "See if you can better stabilize the ship!"

"I obey." The Dalek slid effortlessly around the ship, occasionally attaching its sucker arm to different controls in an attempt to direct the ship. Victor watched it; no wonder people were mistaking it for a droid. This world had electronic apparatus that a Dalek could easily interact with using its sucker arm. A stroke of luck, if nothing else.

Getting to Rodia would take a little bit, but he had coordinates to it, at least. He was eager to fulfill his mission and return to that Skywalker. Brownie points from the Republic would go a long way. Maybe after this he can find a way to go back home, bring back a few of those lightsabers and really show the Time Lords why the Daleks should be feared.

It turns out that Rodia was a swamp planet. Lovely.

Landing was just as difficult as taking off. If he landed in the swamp, this would be over. And yet finding dry land wasn't easy either. He eventually found a hangar bay, and he landed smoothly, exiting with his Dalek.

Victor peered around, a murky swamp behind them, "Report your findings."

"Scans reveal nothing." The Dalek piped up, "No intelligent lifeforms in the nearby vicinities…"

He started walking ahead, his Dalek following him. No intelligent lifeforms could essentially mean nothing, since there could be droids at any corner. But what were they going to do? Aimlessly walk around until they found this Amidala lady, or her corpse?

"Stop right there!" He heard a shrill shout, and Victor was never happier to hear Battle Droids in his life.

Four Battle Droids aimed their blasters at Victor and his Dalek, but Victor merely gave a small smile. Four measly pawns wouldn't be enough. "Kill them." He waved a hand out.

"Exterminate!" The Dalek fired its blue death ray, felling one of the droids immediately. The other three Battle Droids opened fire, but their red laser blasts did nothing. "Exterminate!" The Dalek fired again and again, until two, three, and four were down too.

Victor chuckled for a good long while, seeing the one-sided display, "Well…we're on the right track."

The next droid that barged towards them was a new sight for Victor at least. It was large, four-legged, and quite hostile. The brown Crab Droid opened fire. It could shoot out infinitely more lasers than any of its counterparts so far could.

"Fascinating." Victor said, narrowly avoiding laser fire, "Just how many productions do these Separatists make?"

He eventually had to dive behind a handful of crates for cover. His Dalek meanwhile was immune to the firepower. "Exterminate!" It fired at the Crab Droid, killing it.

Victor laughed as the large Crab Droid collapsed. No matter how big, no matter how powerful, everything always took one shot, guaranteed. Maybe he could win this war for the Republic and reap the reward.

Minutes went on, but it wasn't for nothing, as Victor and his Dalek soon found a large network of cities. The décor here seeming a bit more natural and aquatic than what was presented at Coruscant. Victor soon spotted another horde of battle droids, surrounding three aliens. Two of them looked identical, with reptilian green skin and galaxy-eyes. While one was dressed up a bit more elegantly, with a headdress to boot. The fancier one looked older and had piercing red eyes. Were these Rodians?

Red-eye did not look pleased at Victor's appearance. The latter had planned a witty one-liner or something of the like but he was discovered first. The Battle Droids all took aim at Victor, "A Jedi!" One of them said.

Red-eye looked horrified, "A Jedi? Kill him at once!"

Victor dove for cover again, there wasn't as much as there was by the hangar, but a wall would do. His Dalek meanwhile, started killing all the Battle Droids in the area.

"Elevate!" The Dalek rose in the air, and the dozens of Battle Droids coming in from different directions started firing, but the Dalek gradually killed every single one of them.

Red-eye did not like these developments either, "Take me to Senator Amidala at once!" He ordered, and the two more peaceful-looking aliens agreed, and the three of them left.

Victor frowned, so that red-eyed headdress wearer was after Amidala? "Stop firing!" He yelled, "They're getting away!"

By the time the Dalek registered the order, all the Battle Droids in the area were taken out, which was good, but the three aliens had gotten away.

Victor snarled, he didn't come all this way for nothing. "Come on, we need to follow them." He said, "Hurry." The Dalek silently complied and the two journeyed through the plaza.

He was surprised that there were living members of the Separatist army. He almost expected for them all to be robotic. Especially if General Grievous was any indication.

"Senator Amidala…" Red eye said as he, his two alien companions, and a group of Battle Droids were all gathered around a woman who skittered away from them like a shellfish, "So good to see you at last."

Victor swallowed hard. Was the brunette in all white supposed to be Senator Amidala?

He leaned close to his Dalek, "Fire." He whispered. They would get one free shot, one free kill.

"Exterminate!" The Dalek fired its laser, killing one of the Battle Droids.

Everyone whirled around, "It's the Jedi, sir!" One of the Battle Droids squawked.

Red-eye looked fearful, "A…a J-Jedi? Kill him! Kill him at once!"

Padmé's face scrunched up in confusion. Who was this person?

Victor considered victory at hand, until he heard a loud rolling sound. Three ball-shaped droids rolled into the plaza, folding out into these complex, three-legged monstrosities. Each one had a shield projected as they aimed their blasters out.

"Impossible…" Victor said to himself, "Primitive Daleks?" He asked.

"Shoot them! Kill both of them!" Red-eye pointed to Victor and the Dalek.

The Droideka's rate of firepower was astounding, the eye could hardly follow the volleys. Worse still, was that Victor didn't have any cover this time. So when the chorus of laser fire came from the Droids and Droideka's, he ran, eventually diving forward and rolling on the ground.

"Exterminate!" The Dalek shot down one Battle Droid after another. But as before when Red-eye the Separatist got away, the Dalek was too slow to mow down this many droids at once. And Victor worried. Getting hit by that many shots was one thing, most Daleks wouldn't even be scratched. But this was quite intense compared to anything else they've been faced with. The Daleks force field might not hold with all this concentrated firepower.

And heaven forbid he get hit in the eyestalk.

Victor growled, looking at his hands. Aside from a few tricks up his sleeves. He had no weapons, he needed a lightsaber in the near future, or even a blaster would do. For now he had to improvise.

When he saw a Super Battle Droid walk into the fight with one arm modified as a missile launcher, he knew he had to step in. A missile hitting his Dalek at point blank would severely injure or even kill it.

If he lost that Dalek, it'd be over.

"Say goodbye." The Super Battle Droid said as it aimed.

So he ran into the fire, feeling the gazes land on him. He wrestled with the Super Battle Droid. The Super Battle Droid grunted as Victor held both its arms, though neither side was particularly winning the struggle.

"Hurry! He's out in the open!" He heard Red-Eye's voice, as one by one, his droids were falling to the Dalek, "Shoot him now!"

"Look out!" He heard Padmé's voice. Victor was a thin, wiry man, since he barely made one-hundred pounds, Padmé pulled him away with ease. And the droids shot down their own comrade, the Super Battle Droid.

"You fools, what are you doing!" Red-eye snapped.

Victor looked back at the firefight. Padme was armed, with a Battle Droid's rifle, judging by appearances. So she was shooting down the peach colored Battle Droids with ease, as was his Dalek.

But this left the Droidekas. They were amongst the only ones still standing. Maybe the death ray could penetrate their shields. But if it didn't. If it was reflected back, Victor would lose his only Dalek.

He hated doing this, since they only had a limited supply and he knew his Dalek used some of them on Greivous's station. "Globes! Globes!"

"Detaching globes." The Dalek shot out some of its golden orbs, and the bombs blew up once they rolled near the Droideka's feet. They were no more.

Once Red-eye's army was reduced to ten percent of what it was, he panicked, "We have to get out of here!" He started running away. What two Battle Droids remained escorted him to his ship.

Blaster fire was heard as both droids were taken out. "Hold it right there, Viceroy." Padmé aimed her blaster at him.

The Viceroy frowned, he looked at his one out, the two Rodians who had been following him around all day. "Onaconda, it's about time! Blast the Jedi, and shoot her!"

A long pause. Victor had never seen someone so conflicted between choosing two sides.

Padmé looked Onaconda straight in the eye, smiling, "Uncle Ono, I think it's time to tell the Viceroy about our little secret. How you never meant to leave the Republic, and you truly care what's best for your people."

"What is she talking about?!" The Viceroy sputtered.

Onaconda gave a defeated sigh, "Sorry Viceroy, she is right. I am with the Republic, and you are under arrest."

"You will pay for this treachery!"

"Viceroy, you are going to spend the rest of the war in a cell." Padmé pointed her gun at him.

"Your victory will be fleeting, Senators." The Viceroy said.

"Exterminate!" Victor's Dalek aimed at him, apparently excited. The Viceroy appropriately cowered.

Victor held a hand over the barrel of the death ray, "It may be better to leave him alive." He said, as a large fleet of cruisers flew overhead.

A gold humanoid droid walked towards the group, "Those are Republic warships!" It said in a British accent, "The clones have arrived!"

Clones? Why did he call them that? Victor watched as the white gunships landed and unloaded white-armored men.

"Take this Separatist scum away!" The soldiers all took the Viceroy away, preparing to take him into custody.

Victor gave a sigh of relief. What a day. He mused. But Senator Amidala was safe, and he did what Anakin told him to do. So he was excited to get back.

Padmé approached him and his Dalek. And he could recognize that look a mile away. It was the 'who the hell are you?' look.

Sure enough. "I…feel as though I should thank you…you helped capture a dangerous member of the Separatists. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?"

It was a formality. She looked neutral, at best. "Victor Madison, charmed." He held a hand out.

Everyone bar Ahsoka always had a hint of distrust in their eyes whenever Victor introduced himself, and Padmé continued this tradition. "Right, Senator Padmé Amidala."

He didn't really take anyone's distrust too seriously. He wandered into their world with a perfect death-machine, he was too good to be true.

Or maybe he just needed to explain himself.

"I was sent by a Mister Skywalker." Victor said, folding his hands behind his back, "He thought you would need assistance."

"Anakin?" She asked, "Right, I see, that makes sense. How long have you been a part of the Republic?"

First-name basis? Interesting. "I'm not." He answered her question, "I was saved from General Greivous's station by Skywalker and his troop. I figured I owed him a favor."

"I see, perhaps on the way back to Coruscant, we'll be able to go into detail a bit."

He gave a sheepish nod. He didn't know why, but he felt as though he was in trouble.

A/N: Yeah, I know Jar Jar originally did all this, but I figured not many people would complain if Victor did it instead. Stay tuned for Chapter 3, where we'll meet the leading lady!