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So I've successfully survived the first week of this semester in school, though it was with great difficulty….I'm already ready for spring break. xD I hope y'all all survived it, too! It'd be bad if you died from school…

Same thing as previous chapters. Italics = not English.

I DO NOT OWN STAR WARS. Nobody got it for me for Christmas... :[

(Obiwan Kenobi)

Rayoshi came into my tent soon after and cut the rope off my neck.

"If you value your life or give a rip about Jekaisa's, you might want to cooperate." He whispered harshly before untying my feet and hands. He then retied my hands behind my back and shoved me forward.

"Go to Kiojah's tent." Rayoshi ordered.

I walked forward and then I noticed all the men running around, gathering arrows, sharpening knives or re-stringing bows. It was still dark, but small fires scattered around the camp created a glow around everyone, giving them the ability to see what they were doing.

Once we were in Kiojah's tent, Rayoshi forced me to my knees and tied my hands to a leash attached to a tent-stake at the end of the tent. Then, without a word, he left the tent.

I closed my eyes and realized that I could hear him talking just outside the tent flap. I tried to shut everything out and just listen to the sound of Rayoshi's voice; sadly he wasn't speaking in basic. I sighed and decided to just let the upcoming events play out.

(Jekaisa Jaharia)

I stared down at Kiojah's body. It was on a table in my tent, ready for its funeral. Granted, I couldn't give a funeral yet, Anakin was still inside of him.

I sighed as I placed the last purple flower around Kiojah's body. Even though Kiojah had been a ruthless leader, I had known him his whole life. As a child, he was innocent…mischievous, but nonetheless innocent. He had held such great promise for a new leader. Now, he was dead; and a lot of people – including me – were on the verge of celebration.

I was pulled out of my thoughts as Rayoshi walked into the tent.

"Yes, Rayoshi?" I asked him.

"I need you to go into Kiojah's tent and stay there with the Jedi. Make sure he doesn't leave, I'll be there shortly." Rayoshi instructed.

We both walked out of the tent together and then I noticed everyone getting ready for war. "Rayoshi," I started, making him stop walking to turn towards me. "What's going on?"

"Kiojah came to me in a dream; he told me that the Anarani are preparing for an attack to free the Jedi. I know how to defeat them now. If we ambush them tonight, the Mahoozi will rule the planet!" Rayoshi told me happily.

I was excited, I will admit that; but, somehow, I couldn't help but feel uneasy. I didn't know what it was, but I couldn't shake the feeling. "Good fortune to you, Rayoshi." I told him even though I didn't think the spirits would honor my wish.

He nodded and walked off to talk to Tariliku. "When the sun is seen, everyone must be hidden in tents and all fires put out!" Rayoshi yelled to the whole camp. Everyone called back a chorus of yeses.

My gaze traveled to the stars above me before I went off to Kiojah's tent with the sense of dread still covering me.

(Chief Harleke Ronem)

I looked at the horizon one more time as I crouched lower in the bushes. The sun was still below the horizon, but the sky was beginning to grow to a rosy red color.

I turned my head to the right and caught Madelha's eye. I nodded and he crept forward to the barrier of the spirits. He rammed his spear into it and me and all the Anarani men watched as it crumbled and Madelha walked onto Mahoozi territory.

The rest of us filed onto Mahoozi grounds, too. I walked to the front with Madelha by my side. We both watched as the wooden cart with extra arrows, bows, and knives rolled in behind the men.

We were close enough to the Mahoozi camp to plant the cart when the sun showed the slightest hint of its edge at the horizon.

"Leave the cart here." I ordered. "Madelha, take seven men and guard this cart with your life."

Madelha nodded and quietly chose the seven men around him to stay around the cart.

"Tariku," I continued as we all chose weapons. "You take half of the men and go to the north side of the camp; I'll take the remaining men and attack the south side. We will attack when we get to our positions. When you get to your positions, do the same."

Tariku nodded and began to move around Mahoozi territory to the north side of the camp.

I grabbed a slender bow and a sheath full of red-feathered arrows and slung it over my back. I also took a dagger and concealed it in a small side-pocket in my black pants.

My men and I then silently moved till we were on the very edge of the Mahoozi camp. It was quiet at the camp. There was only one man in sight. He was guarding a tent - I could only assume it was the tent the Jedi was in. The tent looked like it would be Kiojah's... There were no sounds coming from anywhere in the camp, no wind stirred the tents, no fires were lit – though there were some where hints of smoke still rose from their ashes. It was almost deathly silent...

I silently took an arrow from its sheath and notched it on my bow. I pulled the string back to my chin, aimed for the guard, and let the arrow fly.

(Tariku Berijin)

I stopped and looked back at the group of men following me. We were about halfway around the Mahoozi camp when I saw a quick glance of Harleke's head.

I stopped and waved the men ahead to keep going towards the north end. I kept look out for any Mahoozi men as they filed past me.

As the last man went by me, I looked back at Harleke. I could see the bow in his hand and the drawn arrow. I watched as the arrow flew from Harleke's fingers. The arrow was silent, but the reaction was the complete opposite.

I watched in horror as Mahoozi men – armed Mahoozi men – jumped out from the tents and a hundred battle cries rang through the dawn air.

They knew. They knew we were coming. If they knew that, then what else did they know?

I snapped back to reality and began to run to my men.

"They know that we were coming!" I whispered loudly to my group. "Run. Go to the north side and attack immediately."

We all half-stood, half-crouched and ran swiftly through the grass of the village. As soon as we were on the opposite side of the camp as the fighting, we ran into the fray with arrows whizzing past us and metal clashing against metal.

(Madelha Ronikem)

My head shot up as the sound of yelling echoed from the Mahoozi camp.

"Be ready for an attack at any moment." I told the men around me.

LATER

At least an hour had passed since the first cry had been heard. Half of the sun was now visible instead only an insignificant sliver.

A few Anarani men had come back to the cart to restock on arrows or get a sharper knife, other than that our job was nonexistent.

It wasn't easy just guarding this cart, though. It was a very important job, but standing here waiting for something to happen while the screams of dying friends rang in our ears was not what any of us wanted to do. Harleke had trusted me with this job because I was his right-hand man. I realized this, but I hated being his right-hand man and not being able to help my dying tribesmen.

Suddenly, from the taller grass behind us, the snap of a twig sounded. The seven other men must have heard it too. I notched an arrow in the bow I held and the rest took out arrows of their own or had daggers or axes ready to throw.

Fifteen Mahoozi men burst out from the grass with weapons raised high or arrows drawn. The second an arrow was sent through the heart of the man next to me, I released my arrow and it flew into the neck of a Mahoozi man.

We began to fight, desperately trying to defend the cart and all the weapons, but our attempts were almost pointless. Four of the eight Anarani men were already dead, whereas only two of the fifteen Mahoozi men were dead.

Soon, I was the last Anarani standing.

"Surrender." A Mahoozi man spoke.

I was breathing heavily and bleeding from an arrow that had grazed my leg, but I stood my ground. "Never!" I yelled as I launched myself at the men. I successfully killed three more men (leaving only seven), but I was easily overpowered.

A strong blow to my jaw sent me to the ground. A dagger was then thrust into my chest and twisted. My vision blurred and I faintly heard myself scream. I could hardly feel anything but pain coming from my chest, but I did feel a massive wave of heat. The last thing I saw before the spirits took me away was the cart and all the weapons burning and flames reaching up to the dawn sky.

(Chief Harleke Ronem)

I burst through the tent flaps of Kiojah's tent expecting to find the Jedi. I did find the Jedi, but I also found the karija and Rayoshi, a man I recognized from every encounter with Kiojah.

I was surprised that I didn't see Kiojah himself.

"Where is Kiojah?" I asked Rayoshi.

"In your camp." Rayoshi responded with cold eyes.

My heart almost stopped. Kiojah. In the Anarani camp. There were only women, children, and the elderly in camp! "What do you mean?" I growled.

"Don't worry, he's dead." Rayoshi said almost light-heartedly.

"How…?" How would Kiojah die in our camp? If he was dead, how would Rayoshi know this?

"The Jedi you have been keeping under your care is not really a Jedi." A sneer was visible in Rayoshi's eyes.

"What do you mean?" I demanded to know.

"Tell him, Jekaisa." Rayoshi ordered the karija.

She stepped forward and hesitantly explained. "There was a spell I put on Kiojah and the Jedi. The body of the Jedi was in your camp, but the spirit of Kiojah was in that body."

"So the Jedi is dead?" I was confused, but also worried for the Jedi. We weren't part of the war, but a Jedi had helped our village many years ago. They were our allies in a way.

"No, the Jedi is alive. Or, at least, as far as I know." Jekaisa continued to explain.

The Jedi kneeling next to Rayoshi looked pained as Jekaisa spoke of his friend.

"What do you want with two Jedi, Rayoshi?" I asked him.

"Bargaining." Rayoshi responded. "If you surrender, I won't kill your people or the Jedi."

"On what terms?" I asked skeptically.

"I become ruler. I rule the planet. Your people will become the slaves of the Mahoozi, and you will be my slave for everyone to see. Until you're publicly executed, that is."

"What of the Jedi?"

"Slaves as well." Rayoshi replied simply with a small shrug. "At least they get to keep their lives along with your people."

If I surrendered, I would be the only other person to lose their life. However, even though they would be able to keep their lives, they wouldn't have much of a life. The Jedi looked mortified at the prospect that a complete stranger held his future and the future of his friend.

I knew what I had to do. I had a duty to my people.

I stared directly at Rayoshi before speaking.

"I surrender."

BWAHA! Now what will happen for Obiwan and Anakin? And think about all the poor Anarani people! Like Li'ana!

Anyways, I realize it's late, but I did get this chapter up over the weekend just like I told some of y'all!

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