STAR WARS FAN FICTION:
"The Forbidden Angel"
By: Kinsey Douglas a.k.a. 'Pastry Basis'
Chapter 7:
"Caught On Tape"
NOTE TO READERS:
The events in this story are occurring during Attack Of The Clones
Instead of going off to find his mother, Anakin and Padmé head back to Coruscant once the bounty hunter has been captured.
I recommend watching/having a basic understanding of Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace and Star Wars Episode II: Attack Of The Clones
All characters belong to GEORGE LUCAS
This is my first fan fiction, enjoy!
Corscucant-
Evening-
Whereabouts unknown-
"Master, sorry to interrupt you," Count Dooku bowed gracefully as he slowly entered the veranda, looking at his master's back.
"Is everything going to plan?" The Dark Lord whispered coldly. He turned slowly around scowled at his elderly apprentice.
The area around them quickly grew cold, without words.
"I do not wish to be disappointed again."
"Yes, Master. Everything is proceeding nicely," Count Dooku said, nodding slowly at his master.
Even though the Count was at least sixty in age, he was still terrified at the sight of his master. In fact, Count Dooku had had the misfortune of upsetting his master before, that's how the Count lost his arm.
In a fit of rage, his master had used Sith Lightning, and shocked his right arm with such ferocity that the nerves and muscles in his arm no longer functioned. Count Dooku was adjusting to his prosthetic arm nicely.
"Good. See to it that it continues with such good progress," The Dark Lord, turned and scowled at Count Dooku.
"Leave me."
"As you wish…my master."
The Count bowed once more, and slinked back into the darkness of the compound.
The Sith Lord was caught up in thought. For some reason, he could sense the presence of the young Padawan, Anakin Skywalker, all the way from Coruscant.
He was overwhelmed.
"Such power…. Such great power."
If there was one thing he knew, it was that this strong Force connection happening within the boy was powerful. He smiled, a dark, condescending smile.
This power was greater then that of his current apprentice, the former Jedi Count Dooku. His apprentice was getting old.
Not just so in his companionship, but in his mortality. He needed new, fresh strength. Such strength, he thought, could not be achieved by the means of Count Dooku.
I am growing to weak for this body, the Dark Lord thought.
Such strength could not be achieved by that of his own decrepit, weak body.
He needed someone new.
Fast.
Anaxes-
Alley-
Same time-
Anakin groaned.
He resented the fact that he would have to catch up with Obi-Wan, Padmé, and Paolo.
"One day, Paolo. You'll get it." Anakin punched the wall once more, wiped the rain off his cheek, and headed off after the group.
Unbeknownst to the resentful Padawan, there had been a security camera placed in the alley, and it had fully captured the extent of Anakin's rage.
In fact, the hologram of Anakin was already being beamed to the Senatorial Office.
Anaxes-
Senator Vann's Apartment Complex-
30 minutes later-
One of Padmé's newfound assistances greeted him kindly. "Ah! Padawan Skywalker! Pleased to see you back so soon!" She smiled at him. "You are feeling better now, I presume?"
Anakin tried his best to convince her that he was, in fact all right. "Yes, I am. I just needed some fresh air."
"Wow! Well, I didn't know that there was such an abundance of fresh air on our planet. I should find myself some!" She chuckled at her own measly attempt at a joke.
"Yes, well. You won't find any on Coruscant either."
She laughed once more, and was annoying Anakin with each giggle. He was in desperate need to be in Padmé's presence.
"Can you tell me where I might find Padmé?" Anakin asked, inquisitively.
"Ah, yes. She has been escorted to her new apartment complex. If you just make a left up there…" the assistant pointed.
"That will be all," Anakin said, as he jogged up the stairs to talk with Padmé.
He wanted to know what she felt about her new fiancé.
