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       Thanks for the reviews. Anakin became my favorite Solo kid from the 2 ½ books I made through the NJO series. Personally, it seemed like the three were extensions of Luke: Anakin was the Jedi warrior, Jaina the x-wing pilot, and Jacen the annoying, whiny brat. Anyway, I gave up on the series after the author decided to make Han a middle-aged drunk running around with a bad knockoff of a gypsy. I never even finished the third book, let alone made it to his relationship with Tahiri and the slaughter of poor Anakin L. Hopefully, I'll be able to keep Anakin's essence the same, although I might have to change some stuff.  Send me a review if you think there's something totally out of character for Anakin, and I'll try to fix it.

  On with the story!

    As young Anakin relaxed, the older man holding him released sigh of frustration. It had been taxing to get enough control of the Force to calm the boy. For a man who used to be able to fight ten space pirates at a time, it was a crippling defect. Leaning back, he pulled Anakin onto his lap, so he could sit comfortably. Glancing up at their third companion, he spoke in a hushed whisper. "What do you think she wants with him?"

     "The same thing I want from you." Came the harsh, tittering reply.

A frown crossed both men's faces. They hadn't even felt her approach.

  Ignoring the two men's shock, she continued, "He will help me overcome those who destroyed my life. I will be able to crush the remnant Empire that has been left standing, and then I will overtake the pathetic 'Jedi' of Skywalker's training. The galaxy will be as it should be, in order, under the only Order worthy of control. The old Jedi Order from the OLD Republic, not Prissy Organa's Rebublic. What better way to demolish Luke Skywalker than to have his own nephew slice down his pathetic students?"

     Reflexively, Anakin's comforter pulled the boy closer. "You must be crazy to think we'll help you, or let you taint this child."

"Oh, I think not. I'm very persuasive, over time. I've already convinced a couple

of your fellow Jedi of my thinking. Besides, I control the flow of your precious Force. Going through Force withdrawal is just as good as using spice to, say, "convince" people of your point of view."

   The other man spoke up, his voice calm despite the tension "This control is not the way of any Jedi. It defeats any reason for the existence of Jedi. It is of the darkside!"

    An oily smile covered Callista's face. "My, my, aren't you one to talk about control and the darkside. I'm just trying to achieve justice and remove a corrupt government, not blowing up innocent planets like someone I know."

    The blue eyes that responded to her comment did not flare with anger, but rather with sorrow. "What I did in my life had passed. You had no right to bring me back to it."

   "Well, while I'd love to stay here talking to you two honorable gentlemen, I have some more pleasant tasks to attend to. Have a good day Lord Vader."

 With that, Callista sauntered off, locking the door to their makeshift prison.

  "Vader?" Anakin Solo's voice was full of an awed fear, his tiny fists clutching the tunic of his protector.

  "No young one," the reply came, "his name is Anakin Skywalker, Darth Vader died long ago."

A pair of shiny blue eyes looked over at the tall man in the room. He didn't feel nasty like Callista, and he wasn't covered in a black helmet. "Are you my Grandpa?"

   "I might be. What is your name?"

  "My name's Anakin too, but my last name's Solo. Am I…" Anakin paused trying go think of what Uncle Luke would have said.

    "One with the Force?" His comforter supplied. "No Anakin, you are not."

 Attempting to ease the fear of the child, the man motioned Anakin Skywalker over.

"Anakin meet Anakin."

A small hand extended out and was quickly tucked back in after a quick handshake.

Solo's eyes traveled to the face of the man holding him. "What's your name?"

"Obi-Wan"

Delight flared in little Anakin's eyes. He was meeting a legend. "Wow."

A snort escaped from Skywalker. "You always could mesmerize the little ones. Slaying Sith and saving the order, it's disgusting."

 "Hush, Ani."

"You know I don't like it when you call me that."

"Well, I can't call both of you Anakin, and this one is too grown up to be called Ani. You, never grew up."

   Ignoring the banter, Anakin reached his hand up to scratch the back of his neck. He frowned when he felt a bump and a scab. He started to scratch at the odd lump.

"Don't do that. You'll make it worse." Obi-Wan's voice lilted towards him.

Anakin frowned. He sounded just like his Mom. Speaking of which, "Why can't I feel Mom?"

Ani looked at his grandson. "Callista put a device in you that keeps you from reaching too much of the Force."

 "She used a biotech inhibitor?"

Obi-Wan groaned, "Can't tell you two are related. He still needs to be reminded to brush his teeth, but he can reassemble an astrometric droid blindfolded."

   The moment of brevity briefly vanished and each man lapsed into their own thoughts.

Obi-Wan focused on how to get out. Ani fought against his past. Anakin fought against wanting to cry for his mommy. He just wished none of this would have ever happened. He thought his life was bad before, now it was worse. "Uncle Luke will be able to find us won't he?"

"I am certain he will look, Anakin. Your Uncle is very strong in the Force."

   Ani looked over at his mentor and his grandson. He had destroyed the lives of millions of people. He wasn't going to let his grandson be on his head too. "We have to get out of here."

 He watched as Obi-Wan closed his eyes and achieved a serene look. That always meant he was taxing Obi-Wan's patience. "OF COURSE we need to get out. But how do you suggest we do it? She has an electric forcefield around the door that only shuts off when we are fed or she decides to shake her electric hips in here. If we got out, we would have to fight sith knows how many Jedi with more Force power in their little fingers than the three of us together have at the moment, and THEN we would have to find a ship, steal it and find our way to someone who would help us! That is, of course, if they trusted a dead Jedi master, his dead apprentice turned Sith Lord, and his dead apprentice's grandson."

   Ani chose to gloss over Obi-Wan's outburst. "What about the ventilation shaft. That's always a good choice."

   "Have you observed anything in this room? Padme couldn't fit through that shaft, let alone me or you."

  Anakin's lower lip quivered. He didn't like the tone that the conversation was getting. Callista was the bad guy. Not Ani or Obi-Wan. "I can get through that shaft."

   Anakin felt Obi-Wan's chest heave before he answered him. "It's too dangerous. Besides, you'd have to find a way to open the door and disable the forcefield."

"I can do it" Anakin's voice came out in the whisper of a child, but his father's stubbornness shone through in his tone. "I figured out the code on the Falcon. I can figure out this one."

"We don't really have a choice Obi-Wan. The boy is the only one small enough to get through the shaft, and I for one don't want to wait around until Callista decides she's going to start brainwashing us."

 A nod indicated that Obi-Wan had come to the same conclusion. "Very well.

Anakin, your grandfather and I will pry off the grid and put you in the ventilation shaft. Avoid everyone, and get to the door as quickly as possible."

   After Ani pulled the grid off, he hoisted Anakin up into the shaft.

"Are you certain you can find this room from the outside?"

Anakin nodded his head yes. He truly was doubtful about his ability, but he couldn't let them down.

Obi-Wan looked up at him, "May the force be with you Anakin."

  With that, Anakin Solo started off on his journey.

Surprisingly, it had been easy to get out of the ventilation shaft and find the room. Callista was not expecting an escape in such a redundant method.

The combination was another matter. He sat there and worked on the code for a whole hour. Several times he had to duck around a corner when one of Callista's Drone Jedi came by to check up on Anakin and his compatriots. The Force must have been on their side, because not one had even looked in Anakin's direction as they passed by. Finally, he had broken the code and released the Jedi within.

    Anakin Solo was running faster than he had ever run in his life. The three companions were being chased by about five brainwashed Jedi. Thankfully, Callista seemed to be elsewhere as she had not cut them off from the Force anymore than when they had been in their cell. Both Ani and Obi-Wan were wielding lightsabers taken from other enemies that they had knocked out. Anakin had one also, but he wasn't using it as he barely knew how to turn it on safely.

    They were running towards a ship that was parked out on Callista's small landing pad. Anakin dodged the blade swipe of a Jedi next to him, skidding across the floor as he did so. Looking up, he saw his grandfather enter the ship to start it up. He lifted his small body off of the platform and was about to start running again, when a hand grabbed the back of his shirt.

     Anakin glanced over his shoulder into the scariest face he had ever seen. Obi-Wan was already running over to his aid, but Anakin had a feeling that his head would no longer be on speaking terms with the rest of his body before Obi-Wan reached them. He saw the orange blade start to swing towards him. He heard the blade zing through the air. Then, he heard his assailant screech in pain. Anakin took another look behind him, and saw Plo' Koon's arms laying on the floor.

  A large arm grabbed him around the waist and started moving him towards the ship. He saw Obi-Wan stop for a moment and stare before he also moved towards the hatch.

    With a bound, Anakin's savior brought both of them into the ship. Just as the ship took off, Obi-wan leaped onboard. With a sigh Anakin hoped they would be going home.

Yippeeee!

My longest chapter EVER!!!

Had to get the groundwork laid for the story.

Don't worry, they won't be going home for a long while yet J