Star-Crossed Lovers
Chapter 1: The Setting of the Twin Suns
(A/N…it all belongs to the mastermind, George Lucas…except what you don't recognize as being his (Delia, etc)…)
Anakin Skywalker let the sand slip through his fingers. He didn't like sand. It was course, rough, irritating and it got everywhere. He longed for someplace soft and smooth, a place where the sun was warm and bright and green scenery was plentiful. The twin moons of Tattooine were nearly set and the harsh desert air was settling. Anakin pulled up the hood of his cloak as wind began to stir the dust. He could sense another dust storm coming on and he had better get indoors. Anakin hopped aboard his landspeeder and raced to his home on the edge of Mos Espa. The wind was picking up as he accelerated the speeder, trying to stay ahead of the storm. .Anakin reached his dwelling just in time. The dust was circling heavily. Anakin leaped off the transport and sprinted inside his home, slamming the door. His breath slowed from the run and he collapsed onto his chair, listening to the wind and dust circling outside. It was going to be a bad storm.
Delia Jinn stumbled across the desert with the flying sand beating her fragile body. She had a mission to do and she was failing. She had to reach Anakin Skywalker by nightfall, but she couldn't tell which way to go. Imagining the fury of her master if she failed, Delia pushed on, determination written on every feature. The sand pursued her, trying to defeat her, but Delia used her power with the Force to create a field of protection around her. Sand would be the least of things to defeat her. For a moment, the sand retreated, not sure of what to make of this strange woman, but it came back with an even greater fury. Delia yelled out at the storm, calling it faux and unprepared for her power. She pressed on, her mission her first priority.
Obi-Wan Kenobi ran his callused fingers over the small piece of silver. His master had given it to him hours before he died and it was one of the only possessions Obi-Wan still had of Qui-Gon's. Obi-Wan looked around to make sure none of the other Jedi were around. This was not the time for interruptions. Seeing no one, he gently pressed the miniscule button on the silver object and light erupted from it. He peered at the image that was being projected. It was fuzzy but Obi-Wan could just make out the figure of a man. He was standing over a bed and there another figure inside it…a woman. She was holding something. The two figures were speaking to each other, but Obi-Wan couldn't make out the words. All of a sudden, he gasped. The male figure had turned, his face upturned and Obi-Wan would know that face anywhere. Qui-Gon.
Yoda was tired, but there was work to do. He looked sadly at his fellow Jedi Master and friend, Mace Windu and shook his head. "Impossible to foresee this was. A great blow to the Jedi will this be," he said, his peculiar way of talking wrought with sadness. Mace nodded his eyes on the hologram before them. "Master Yoda, what can we do about this problem? Surely we can send a Jedi to help?" he asked. Yoda thought for a moment, his head on his hand which was on the walking stick he always had to carry around these days. Though fully intoned with the Force, Yoda was old and soon, he would not be able to carry on his daily routine as he had always done. Yoda sighed. "Impossible to see, the future is. Well-protected and capable is the boy. Wait and watch perhaps we will," he decided. Mace Windu sighed and rubbed his hands together. "We should tell Obi-Wan of this. Chosen One or not, Anakin Skywalker is in danger…and this new development is going to change everything."