A black cloud.
Slowly, however, steadily she broke through the firmament and undulated, immediately to fog, against his aim.
She was not able away. She saw the evil on herself to fly, but she was simply incapable to flee.
Numbly she looked with at how the darkness broke upon them as the cloud wrapped up the light and wrapped everything in downfall.
„I could do nothing." if she said and stepped forwards.
Infinity was there before her, under her and she fell and fell and fell …
Floor for floor rests along her.
She did not breathe.
Did not breathe, until she saw, finally, the end.
Darkness deep darkness.
Leelain whipped horrified her eyes and took a breath. Panting she was directed on in her bed and breathed. Just breathe.
Deeply she sucked the air in her lungs. Still she could taste blood in her mouth.
Their blood?
Quite slowly her eyes filtered the darkness round themselves.
She noticed the high windows and the lights of the town. Thousands and thousands upon thousands of lights. Green, yellow, red, blue and white sources of light.
Coruscant.
Leelain rubbed itself the aching eyes and got up.
Still it was a night and they still had many hours before them only again in the senate had to be, but she could and simply did not want to sleep any more.
There were these bad dreams.
Every night were there these dreams.
Over and over again the same pictures. Pictures of the town, from a darkness which broke like unspeakable wave upon the lights and tore this with itself. Darkness everywhere. Also in the hearts of those she loved.
‚ No, not I!' thought Leelain.‚ you, not I!!!'
‚ Which you?!'
Leelain tried to remember the face of that woman them in her dreams struck. It was always the same.
But Leelain could not always remember the next morning any more in it.
She stepped near the window and saw down.
Down in the depth.
Many floors further under itself, far under the thick cloud cover, was the street.
„It happened here. She must have been here. Or, she is it still?" she murmured in thoughts, while her breath conjured fine fog to the disc.
„Senator?"
A light had begun in the space and the bearded face of her security boss looked at them from the bluish light of the hologram.
He looked concerned.
„Does need her help?"
„No Rome, it is everything in order." Leelain answered quietly and took the dressing-gown of the chair beside her bed.
„You are expected only in six hours in the senate, Senator Skywalker. You should lie down again and sleep a little bit." meant Rome with serious face and the holograms it was deactivated again.
„Yes, I know." if Leelain Skywalker replied this now again in Nothing ruled. „I know."
However, she would not sleep any more.
Hour by hour she sat in her rooms and saw in herself.
With the biggest strain one succeeded to her in drawing the face of that woman formed back in her mind and it, before she forgot everything again and swallowed the fog the recollections of the dream. Details still existed if they grew pale also quite slowly like now the darkness of the night did it.
She saw on from her place and looked for the early-early morning light for a while which drew the grey skyline softy.
This the morning dreaded prepared her fear.
She did not want to forget.
„What do you wish exactly?" asked the monotonous computer voice of the wall terminal probably for the third time, but now only awoken Leelain from her helter-skelter of thoughts.
A face had appeared on the screen of the computer what removes human trains showed and should probably emit something confidant, but Leelain felt it only as rather annoying and deactivated this option.
The acoustic service reached to her.
„Biorecognition pattern. Search for humanoiden recognition data and their anatomical signs." she bragged.
The computer confirmed the order and several files were searched, before he further spoke.
„Which options do you wish?"
„Search for human politicians. Female senators of the last 100 years."
„Roger." if answered the electronic voice. „Specify the options!"
„Anatomical and biological outward appearances to the comparison!"
„Specify the signs!"
Leelain took the Datapad to the hand where they the single signs had taken down of which could still remember and read out them now. „From twenty to 25 years old, deep brown, long hair, tan eyes, 160 cm to 170 cm, very slender and elegant figure."
On the screen the data were put down and the searching mode was activated.
„Search runs …" said the voice.
Leelain sank back on her chair and waited with a nasty feeling in the stomach for the result.
‚ What do I do there only?' she thought disbelieving.‚ Nevertheless, it was only one dream. Only dreams! Nothing honest!'
„Senator Skywalker? It is so far!"
The words of her servant tore Leelain from her thoughts and let them travel around startled.
About five young women had entered silently her rooms and started to remove diligently the mess the Leelain in the course of many without rest, sleepless hours had caused.
Two of the women got together Leelain suitable clothes for the senate and asked them closer to step to help her in dressing.
During the last years the fashion had decisively changed. The simple clothes at times of the empire had given way to the splendid evening gowns of the past times. Unfortunately, one could draw this hardly alone.
In addition one needed all kinds of hands and thus Leelain every day had to resign itself to the same procedure, around least ones a more or less good impression in
A less formal and höfisches affected behaviour often wished Leelain in the senate. Actions, and not which dress or which evening gown one carries, should matter. Words instead of a big annehmlichen flat in Republika 500 should impress.
And thus she often envied the simplicity of the political pranks of her aunt at times of the imperator or the days after the big battle with Endor.
The servants had chosen for the today an emerald-green dress whose train almost two metres about the ground flowed.
A few tiny precious stones, like emeralds, sapphires and diamonds, lighted up single strands of her long red-blond hair which seemed to grow out like tentacles of her head of a doctored hair crown. An impressive headdress, the Leelain some looks would protect.
She looked like a queen.
Leelain was thus with it her position of the clothes occupies to adapt that it would have forgotten almost the computer, the penetrating voice would not have been there which informed continually that the search is concluded.
Leelain was not the only one who pricked up the ears when the computer voice sounded.
But it was only the senator who heaped her skirts and dropped herself to the terror of her servants unsightly in the armchair.
„List!" she ordered excitedly and looked with surprised expression at how many senators and at ambassadresses of the computers found and they in particular and after data regularly on the screen listed.
„What has this to mean?" asked of cerium Inaka, one of the servants, and one of the probably best friends, the Leelain had when this had bent over the shoulder Leelains and had stared at the screen.
„Nothing!" replied Leelain embarrassingly touched, grinned broadly, and deactivated the terminal, after she had stored data quick as a flash.
She would take care of the list if it was finished from the senate returned and the political farce which would be put out they.
„We should go!" she meant in the same breath and rose. Carefully the other women glided and pulled in her evening gown, during cerium once more Leelains headdress corrected, before she nodded in the affirmative.
In no time aura had changed Leelains.
With upraised head, some arrogance and dignity in her face, she walked gracefully from her rooms.
Servants behind and beside her.
Of cerium smiled knowingly. „Your Highness."
„To mockery not!" hissed Leelain and breathed deeply once again deeply.
The door glided behind her in the castle and the space lay there desolately.
Slowly there walked the light of the reinforced sunrays about the pieces of furniture which seemed one of the senator's residential buildings in an easy, greyish white style held, displaced in the old room of the flatlet in the upper floors.
Columns of stone support the high cover with adorning and painting.
A ground of brilliantly polished stone reminded of the past day-old quays
Upwards statues, the immense lights of glazed glass stretched all saw, with dead eyes, on the flicker of the screen.
At first quite briefly as if they had reflected the sunrays on the silvery skin one of many freighters incessantly the aerial streets are of use, then continually over and over again, until the screen of the computer terminal was woken like by mind hand to the life.
The lights were reflected in the velvety glass of the lights and on the smooth stone floor.
But, otherwise, nothing was there which could have been reflected.
In spite of something would have had to be there, because the data, the names which senator Skywalker had wanted to check extinguished themselves.
Name for name disappeared from the list as if the computer itself had be decided to handle security protocol and to act for own will.
However, this was impossible.
When only a name on the screen was resplendent to the face of a nice woman with dark hair and brown eyes belonged, the process stopped.
„Senator Padmé Amidala Naberrié." if explained the uninviting voice of the computer and it was almost in such a way as if one had heard distant sad sighing, before itself the screen deactivated.
„Ferry Susurrus asks for co-ordinates to the landing on Coruscant city." said of the Captain in the Komlink and waited patiently for the answer.
Few moments later appeared the figures on the screen and the computer transferred the co-ordinates into the ship price increase.
„Main country platform north west Susurrus." if the voice confirmed one of the countless pilots of the civil air traffic.
„Thank you. Susurrus end." answered of the Captain with clear voice and deactivated the communication system of the ferry.
Although now everything happened by itself and the computer would land the ship, he could not relax really.
He felt formally the restlessness in his back. Because where the passengers sat.
Certainly it was not the landing the passengers so nervously made, this was certain, but the presence of both Jedi.
The Both sat directly behind him and allowed to also hunt small showers of the restlessness by the body to him.
„We will arrive level-according." his co-pilot informed the passengers, however, rather he appealed to the Jedi, he knew this without looking.
Since his co-pilot had turned round to them.
„Thank you." said the older Jedi and the co-pilot turned round again to the instruments.
The Captain itself did not dare to look at the Jedi. They were too uncanny to him.
At least, he did not have to have them any more all too long around himself, because it lasted not at all long and the ferry touched down warily on the land platform in the city centre.
The passengers flowed out outward and the Jedi went of her ways.
„Now you say me master, why we use the public means of transportation and have not taken one of the small ferries which would have brought us directly to the temple?" asked of the Padawan the Jediritter which he called master and his teacher was since him a small boy was.
Many years had passed since this moment and had become from the child now a young man.
However, still he was not ready for the check that Ken Khipu knew. Therefore, all conceivable was always to be taught anxious his pupil in experiences. The knowledge about the power and their use already knew this.
„Go to you Bail and feel the stream of the life. To concentrate attempts you on here and now and not on what was or will still be, never mind on the things which one cannot change now any more." if replied master Khipu with quiet voice.
His eyes were closed, his steps indeed, by the crowd of many different beings which rushed towards them in grapes with them went or crossed her way. „Find the centre of your internal rest, Bail and follow him."
„In other words, I should not put so many questions." if Bail ascertained Solo and smiled. He liked Ken Khipu's advice. This Jedi was always of the Ruhepol to he longed and to which he looked up, how to the point of a tower.
His master had become after so many years not only his teacher, but also a friend.
„Indeed, my young pupil, could not better have expressed I it even." replied Ken Khipu with a wink and headed directly for one of the suspension railways which in contrast to many flight rates and planing hulls almost slowly near of the ground, over the streets Coruscants, along dragged themselves on.
For Bails airman's heart too slowly, but he also knew that his master hated every kind of the aviation if one might express then so.
„Are you glad your mother again watch?" Ken Khipu asked his Padawan, hardly that they sat in the road and she had started jerking.
From a distance Bail could put out the palace and nodded absently.
„How long is this now?" to stimulate tried Khipu once more a conversation.
„Four years." if answered Bail. „Tjal must already be a Jediknight. Thus transferred like he is he sits certainly in the advice like our uncle and Prín must nearly have arisen."
„Maybe your sister is it at her age was in the Jeditemple, as well as you or your brother." if said Bails master.
„. Prín had no access to the power. She hits according to our father. Me would rather interest whether from her one politician has become, how Lee or our mother." Bail bit the tongue. Leelain was nobody all on good subject in
Nothing happens by chance. Ken Khipu deeply breathed deeply and hit the hood of his cape to the back. Blond, cervical-long hair framed his youthful face. Grey eyes looked emphatically at the features of his young pupil. Half a child still, as he found. However, had Ken Khipu not been at the same age as him the latest son of the chancellor to his pupil chose? Although Ken Khipu was still young, a lot of wisdom lay extremely in his look. A wisdom from the Bail Solo often already profited and was grateful for he. „Now Bail, M'lady Skywalker becomes to all likelyhood today a chancellor of the republic. A choice those of the Jedirat for less good judges, but the senate already before days hit. She becomes a chancellor, unless, your mother does not resolve yet to withdraw from her office." Bails face was to be taken from no emotion. He seemed quiet and calm, but his eyes sparkled in many facets like joy and also surprise. To another master these emotional outbursts, secretly and quietly would have remained under the facade of the rest, covertly, because nobody knew Bail Solo so well as Ken Khipu. He laid his hand on the shoulder of his pupil. „It makes almost the impression to master that you just as the advice so do not please with the fact are that my cousin becomes a chancellor." if Bail said suddenly and some like annoyance resonated in his voice. Khipu had already asked itself, when Bail would meet this statement. „Indeed?" he asked. His right eyebrow went shortly after on top and surreptitious smiling adorned his corners of mouth. „I am a member of the advice, Padawan. What the advice decides, is also my decision. Am surprised that you have lost this out of sight." Bail answered Solo nothing. The young man lowered only embarrassed his look. Khipu saw from the window of the suspension railway and looked at the grey house giants from steel and stone who applied close together around the whole planet. He saw long house gulches there. Infinitely apparently in the sky rising. Here below her shades swallowed all light and it night was always in the streets of Coruscant city. But Ken Khipu saw more than only the darkness, the colored iridescence of thousands advertising boards and flashing of milliards residential lights in the sea from fish oil par steel, Duraplast and Permabeton. The power was with him, flowed out by him through and thus he went in spirit, because he needed no body, by those planet gulches and looked for her. Warmly the power carried him in the centre of his rest, where nothing was except the truth. Quiet, quite quietly, like the rushing of a sea surf, he took applause was and heard between the echo of gentle drops of water her clear pure voice. This wonderful, bright voice which he would never be able to forget. So much he itself also troubled since the day when he met her.
And with the eye of the recollection he saw them again standing before himself.
„Nothing master! I am glad only for her. Finally, she wanted to reach exactly this aim. At that time she has said this me when I came to the temple and visited me there.
I remember exactly them. Hardly fourteen years old and already senator. She wished me luck and the power always with me should be. She wished it me from whole hearts and told me that it if it was already no Jedi at least as well as my mother wants to be. How Leia. If this is not …"
Bail interrupted itself, because Khipus face was wrapped up by dark clouds. „Have I said something wrong?"
„Now, my young Padawan, the striving for power is the way …"
„… to the dark side. I know master Khipu, but Leelain?! I ask you! Nevertheless, it is no second Palpatine!"
Khipu wrinkled his forehead, however, answered nothing to it.
„You cannot believe this really master!" shouted Bail Solo aghast.
The heads of the passengers who sat near both Jedi turned to them. Pairs of eyes, single eyes feeler and variously other optical perception concentrated upon the both.
The Jedi were quiet and Bail his hood hit over his head.
„We will soon be there." Khipu meant the Jedi again none all too big attention more as her fellow-passengers gave.
„Yes master." if Bail said scarcely, but contritely.
Now Khipu knew this mood already with his pupil and did not follow them also, because they often subsided so fast as they came.
Now Khipu also hit his hood again over his head and got up. „It is so far." he whispered.
Bail touched it him and also got up.
They went to the door and the road held. Many people got out here.
They were with the senate building.