Disclaimer: If I owned it, Qui-Gon wouldn't have died. Although I did kill him at first... so if you were a good reader and went back and read that part I changed, you would have known that I'm not totally heartless... even though I probably am, plus greatly unobservant.
So I didn't get very far with my epic "watching the Death Note from episode one" because I fell asleep around four or five. Oh, well.
Anyways... Love me, hate me, whatever. Here's the chapter.
The council ended up placing me, Kayla, and Ray (a.k.a. Rachael) in the care of Obi-Wan who was on leave from missions. I guess he wasn't on the council yet. That made me sad, even though I had seen him in the council chambers. Oh, well.
Kayla, of course, decided to go run off and find Palpy-tin and do whatever. I don't even know these days. If I wasn't so sure we were alive, I would have said we were in heaven. Or dreaming. Either one.
Or maybe I'm actually in an asylum and the drugs they are administering are giving me hallucinations. That would be pretty cool, but pretty weird too, in a way.
Oh, well. Obi-Wan was getting us situated into the spare room. He had to bring extra blankets cause I had to explain to him that I like covers and Ray hogs them. She actually doesn't hog them, I do. Kinda. Never-the-less, it was great to have extra blankets, I'm not sure why.
I could tell Ray was just a wee overwhelmed. I was too, though I winged it and pretended it was cake.
I think. I'm just making it up as I go along. At least the whole "Hailey is truly amazing" thing.
That made me think about before... like before before. Erm... well, before we came here. We made up characters for ourselves in which Kayla's proclaimed title was 'Vampire Sith Lord Darth Tryphineus,' and mine was 'Darth Vanderaka, Shadow Hand of Vampire Sith Lord Darth Tryphineus.'
Yeah, talk about long titles.
And then we started this whole story, (I wrote most of it) about how my character, Ari, was Qui-Gon's daughter and she turned her back on the Jedi order, and became VSLDT's apprentice. It was pretty cool, but then I rewrote it and called it Trial By Error. It was pretty cool. (Note: Above events and story actually happened. It was truly the highlight of the eight grade.)
Anyways, back to Obi-Wan. He seemed almost lost. It reminded me of all those fanfics I read on that told the story of how Qui-Gon lived and pushed Obi-Wan aside for Anakin, and blah, blah, blah. There were even some fics where Obi-Wan turned.
Anyways, I decided to ask him about it, but was excitedly filling Ray in about our last adventure. (In Kayla and my epic tale, Ray was a Jedi).
I could tell she was excited to be here.
And I was excited to have her here.
-Pause to go help mother and father paint basement-
(Kayla)
I indeed, did go to find the Sith Lord, but when leaving the temple, I ran into Anakin. He did look much better as Darth Vader... I wish we landed in the third movie instead. Poo.
Oh, well. Currently, I am sleeping in a spare room of Palpatine's quarters in the senate building. It was rather comfy. And it was indeed true that he remembered me... so I told him I had no idea about what was going on, and suddenly I woke up quite a few years later.
I don't think he believed me.
Oh, well, he didn't say anything else about it, so right now I just need to concentrate on... what am I supposed to concentrate on?
The second one was my least favorite movie, so I didn't watch it as much. All I remember is Sideous kept ordering the assassination attempts (and failing) on Padme. And at the end, Dooku becomes Paply's apprentice.
I began to rub my hands together, plotting. Mwuahahaha!! Um... ANYWAYS...
I just need to get on Palpy's good side. I guess I may be on it already, since he didn't kill me or kick me out onto the street. Thinking about it, it was incredibly nice of him to give me a room. Nicer then usual. This proves my theory!
Siths can have hearts.
(Hailey)
So anyways, the next day, we woke up and found out the council was splitting me and Ray up. There were many tears. I was to stay with Obi-Wan, (which I can't say I wasn't happy about staying with him), and Ray was to go with Anakin and Qui-Gon. Even though I didn't want to admit it, it might be for the better, because then Ray could keep an eye on Anakin and stuff.
"Oh, Ray, one last thing," I said through my tears.
"Yes?" she asked.
I love you! I said, praying that it would work.
She jumped I guess it did. "Woah, how did you do that?" she asked me. I thought about how to explain it.
"Well, it's like you're speaking, but instead of your mouth moving and stuff, your thoughts are projected into your head... or other people's head. Or something. But, you know how there's like a subconscious voice, and then there's a really loud one? Well, you take the loud one and I guess pretend like you're talking to me. You should try it!"
Ray bit her lip.
Um...
"Yay!!" I squealed, hugging her. "Now we can talk to each other. Kayla can do it, too."
"That's pretty amazing."
"Yes! But make sure if you're only, like talking to me or something, you have to put that into your thoughts as well... umm... I don't know... like pretend you're talking to me face-to-face."
"Got it. Bye!!" she screamed, then followed Anakin onto the ship... transport thing.
I walked back inside and found Obi-Wan.
"Hailey! I'm heading to the council now. You were asked to join me, since you will be accompanying me." He said, not even breaking his stride. I had to jog to keep up. I felt kind of pathetic.
It didn't take long before we were standing in front of the council, after having rode the fun turbolifts up. They silently stared at me and I silently stared back.
"So..." I said. "How 'bout them Braves?"
They, of course, had no clue as to what I was talking about. It was actually fun, although they didn't get it.
Note to self: Don't make any more Earth jokes.
Haha! Minor reference to the Pendragon series there! I wish I owned that series, but I don't so you can't sue me!
Anyways, back to the Future! Well... I meant the present.
Oh, well.
As it turned out, Obi-Wan was going back into the field the day after the next. I was to tail or shadow him or whatever. I miss Ray. And Kayla. And Lily, my puppy. Again, I was reminded of those dark Obi-Wan fanfics. I really needed to talk to him about that.
Well, then when we were leaving, Qui-Gon, Anakin, and Ray were entering the chambers. I waved and gave her a heart sign with my hands, and she did the same with me. Then the doors closed.
(Ray)
So, yeah... I just couldn't believe I was here. It was pretty amazing. Pretty freaking amazing.
Anyways, I couldn't believe how much hotter Anakin was in real life. Same with Obi-Wan. I mean, Hayden Christensen and Ewan McGregor are insanely hot, but the Jedi were... five times that.
Ee!
Well, we got called to the immensely huge chamber, where the council sat in a half circle. At least George Lucas got that part right.
Which made me think: how would George Lucas have known about this universe? It made little to no sense.
I took a shot, interrupting Mace Windu. He didn't look very happy.
"Do you know someone named George Lucas?" I said loudly. Mace and several other Jedi Masters gave me disproving looks.
"Knew him, we did. Know how you knew him, we do. But the time is not now. Focus on the task at hand, we must."
Right. Protecting Padme – the senator.
I nodded.
They continued to speak, and I slipped into daydreamland. It's a very wonderful place, you should visit sometime. Especially when you're in class. Haha!
Soon, the council dismissed us and we were off to see the Senator.
When we reached her quarters, I looked around for her. And blinked. I didn't see her. There were six handmaidens, two guards, that pilot guy that I can't pronounce his name, and someone in a really weird-looking dress.
Oh.
Well... give me a break, I'm kind of overwhelmed here!
Anyways, I kept noticing Anakin looking at Padme. And when Anakin wasn't looking, she would look at him. They seemed to get the timing perfect for people who didn't want to get caught staring.
Hmpf.
So, I got to sleep on the couch while Anakin and Qui-Gon kept watch over Padme. I wasn't too displeased about that, I do enjoy sleeping.
I awoke to a shout. And buzzing lightsabers. I stood up quickly, fighting off the sleepiness.
I knew the movie, so I didn't bother hurrying. Then Anakin pushed past me, headed for the doors. To some speeder, I'd assume.
I was right!
Anyways, I entered Padme's bedroom, and she was sitting curled up into a ball. I went to leave, but she beckoned me in.
"Are you okay?" I asked. She nodded.
We had been introduced along with everybody else, but we had never really spoken face-to-face.
She nodded.
"How has Anakin been?" she asked suddenly.
"Uh," I had no idea how to answer. "Good." Geez, am I uncreative or what?
"That's good. He's... grown... since I've last seen him. He's much more mature..." she frowned in concentration, maybe from not being able to find the right words. I had to keep myself from giggling.
"Actually," she continued. "He looks quite nice. I wonder if his... chest..." she stopped talking and blushed crimson. My thoughts flashed to that scene in the third movie. Ya know... the one where -insert giggle- Hayden Christensen has no shirt on.
I wasn't sure what to say. "Mhm," I muttered, and that seemed to spur her on.
"I mean, it's silly to think of such things, but I mean if he wasn't a Jedi then perhaps... we could have..." she broke of and paused for a moment, then giggled. "I suppose I seem silly, here I don't even know you, yet I'm pouring my heart out to you over someone I know I can't have and probably doesn't return my feelings."
"I wouldn't be so sure," I muttered, not meaning for her to hear. But she did. Geez.
"What do you mean?" he voice was pure curiosity with a hint of hope for love... or something.
"Well... I think he feels the same way about you..." I stopped. "Don't tell anyone I said that!"
She nodded. "I won't."
I could tell she was excited about the new revelation I brought her.
I suddenly wondered if I had messed everything up.
Yay! This was a (kinda) long one in reward for your patience!
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