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RESCUE
Prologue
This is so cool!! I thought to myself as I carefully observed my surroundings. I was in a larger Storm Trooper ship; it was much bigger than the one we used to get off Utapau. Oh, hi, I'm not really sure we've met yet. My name is Mel Patterson, I'm 17 years old, and I was recently abducted by Sith Lords. Patterson, stop talking to yourself again! The little voice inside my head chided. And for God's sake, block out your thoughts!! They know what you're thinking! I quickly looked over at where all the Jedi were standing (or in Obi-Wan's case, seated), chatting among themselves, and I saw Obi-Wan looking over at me, grinning mischievously. I returned a small smile and cursed in my head, blocking that thought from him. I sat in an isolated corner, away from the group of Jedi. I know that they're good, but they still intimidated me a little and I couldn't really help it if I was shy. Come here, Obi-Wan's voice rang in my head, it's OK. We may be a little intimidating but we don't bite. I looked at him, his friendly grin displayed clearly on his face. In case you didn't notice already, he was the kinda guy who liked to smile lots. I could tell he was trying to be friendly, but I still did not wish to approach the group, feeling a bit like an outsider. No thanks, we're fine here. I replied with a smile. I then settled back and looked at the sleeping girl on my lap. Her name was Karis, who was "almost four years old", and she too had been abducted. Although she wasn't related to me and although I did not even know her, I kept being very protective of her. That's what happens when you grow up with five younger brothers.
I returned to observe the chatting Jedi. Obi-Wan looked a few years younger than what Ewan McGregor had impersonated him to be in Episode II, Anakin looked almost exactly like Hayden Christensen in Episode II, and Qui-Gon was downright unrecognisable. I wondered about their ages, and was confused as to wether Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon had once been master and apprentice, even if they both looked about the same age. My head spun just at the thought of having to link where I was to the Star Wars timeline…it made no sense at all!
I had already been shivering for a little bit (because, let me tell you right now: space is C-O-L-D!!), but the shivering intensified. I looked down at my hands and saw that my nails were turning slightly blue. I was freezing. I watched the Jedi stand around casually and wondered how they managed to cope with the cold. Then again, none of the Storm Troopers looked as if they were bothered by the cold. Obi-Wan must have noticed me shivering, for he summoned Qui-Gon, and handed him his cloak after whispering a few quick words to him. I dragged my gaze upwards as I saw the tall Jedi approach me. I wasn't afraid, but I sure did feel rather intimidated by this large man. He crouched down in front of me and slipped the large cloak on my shivering shoulders, giving me a reassuring smile.
"It's alright, young one," He spoke gently as he soothed out the cloak, "You are not used to space travel. Your reaction to the cold is completely normal." I moved quickly to don the warm cloak, yet I was not sure if it was warm enough. My eyelids felt heavy, and I felt sleep tug on my mind. I hated having to go to sleep like this, but I was completely exhausted.
"Is it OK if I just close my eyes for a little bit?" I asked Qui-Gon, my eyes half closed.
"Of course," he nodded, brushing my forehead and hair gently with his large hand, "Sleep well, little one."
Obi-Wan watched as his childhood friend took the child from the girl and deposited her carefully on the crate that Obi-Wan had sat on. He then gently took the cloak from the girl, and threw it over his shoulder, so that he could gingerly cradle the girl, carry her and delicately place her next to the sleeping child. He then threw Obi-Wan's cloak over the two of them, to protect them from the cold. Obi-Wan placed a warm hand on the girl's cold cheek, watching her sleep.
"She doesn't weight as much as she should." Qui-Gon informed him, whilst gazing down at the sleeping girls, "She may be badly malnourished." Obi-Wan nodded at this information. The girl would have to undergo a thorough health check, anyway, but for some reason he feared for her safety. Perhaps the fear could be due to the fact that he had seen how Xanatos had treated her, and he feared for the worst. He knew exactly what that Sith Lord in particular could do. None of his victims had ever survived. He didn't just kill his captives – no, that was far too easy for him. He tortured them endlessly until they were at his feet begging for death. Obi-Wan knew, he had seen security videos of what he had done. And now they had managed to snatch this girl from him, and he was not too happy about that. He, along with Darth Maul had been the only Sith Lords who had managed to survive and escape. The remaining three were dead.
He looked down at the sleeping teenager and wondered what it was that she had been through, when she began to wince and whimper in her sleep and he frowned. What is she dreaming about? He wondered briefly before placing his hand on her forehead and gently entering her mind to see what she was thinking. Thankfully, she hadn't put up any barriers to block her thoughts from him, so he could clearly see what it was she was dreaming about. He was astounded by the images being projected to him. First, there were images for her home world, being attacked by the droid army, then images of her abduction, and then images of several transmissions that were being received from her home planet. Obi-wan frowned when he saw the depth at which she projected the last few images. A couple of days before, he had gone through thoroughly to check all the latest transmissions being received from that planet on the girl's abduction, and the images in the girl's mind did not correspond to the transmissions he had seen. Strange, he thought to himself, very strange indeed. He used the Force to block out the harsh thoughts, allowing her mind to rest properly, and he saw her entire body just relax. He brushed her hair lightly and smiled gently, suddenly becoming more curious about her, and hoping that she would be released into his care once she was feeling better.
Xanatos sat back comfortably into the cockpit of his ship, his eyes closed and his teeth clenched together in anger. The girl was his and no one, not even those Jedi rats, could take her away from him. He would have her back. He knew exactly where they were taking her (that wasn't very hard to think about), and he knew exactly how to penetrate the Temple's defences to get to the girl. Yes, she would be his once more. Yet now Darth Maul was also trying to get hold of her. An innocent, young prey like her attracted many Sith Lords, and now Xanatos would have to kill Maul in order to have the girl for himself. He smiled at the memories of seeing her in pain, watching her react to the pain he inflicted on her. He had enjoyed watching the terror displayed clearly on her face. This is going to be easy, he thought to himself with satisfaction, I will see her again in fear and pain. She will be mine once more.
But snatching her from under the Jedi's noses was going to be only half the fun. The real enjoyment would begin when he would terrorise her in what was considered the safest place in the galaxy. Xanatos smiled once more. Yes, he was going to enjoy this a lot.
