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Blaze: here's chapter 11 and I hope that you like it and, once again, this is really AU


Chapter 11

Departure


Three months later…

Anakin narrowed his eyes as he gazed through the window at the trees that surrounded the palace on the planet Ziost. Luke was in his arms, the eleven-month-old infant smiled before laughing happily and stretching out a pudgy hand to touch Anakin's face. The infant boy was still small but every now and then, in the three months that they have been trapped on Ziost, he has been trying to walk, even though he was only eleven months old.

It was kind of funny to see Luke try to move his small legs whenever Anakin placed him on the ground and he always went back to crawling before he took one step. Padmé was sitting nearby, feeding Leia and Obi-Wan was pacing at the other end of the cell.

Three months, three months of being trapped on Ziost hadn't taken as much a toll on Anakin as he thought it would. The High Council allowed them out of their cell but it was only to eat and train. The High Council had tested Anakin on his Force potential and it had proven so high that it had tossed High Lord Zylar, himself, across the room.

Ever since then, the High Council, and the other members of the Tribe of the Lost Sith, have been trying to break Anakin and bring him to the dark side. Anakin, however, was still strong and he had a feeling it was because of Luke. The baby always seemed to calm even the smallest flame of anger inside of him.

Luke, as if sensing his father's thought, wiggled in Anakin's grip and Anakin chuckled before he gently placed Luke on the ground. Luke sat down before gazing up at Anakin, his blue eyes were round and he turned to look at Obi-Wan who had stopped pacing nearby.

Luke stretched out a small hand toward Obi-Wan and Anakin chuckled. "I think he wants you to give him some attention," he said.

Obi-Wan sighed before walking over and kneeling beside the small infant. The infant gazed at him before smiling and holding out a hand, his eyes were wide with curiosity. Obi-Wan gently lifted the infant into his arms and Luke giggled before looking at his father and back at his uncle.

"He likes you," Anakin commented smiling slightly.

"I've always been good with children," Obi-Wan replied. In the last three months, Anakin had point blank named Obi-Wan as his children's uncle and Obi-Wan didn't seem to mind holding that title.

Anakin laughed. "Well, you are their uncle so it makes since that they like you," he said.

Luke wiggled in Obi-Wan's arms again before holding them out to Anakin and Anakin walked over before gently lifting the infant out of Obi-Wan's hands and into his. Obi-Wan smiled slightly, his gray blue eyes narrowing slightly.

"Have you thought about what we are supposed to do to get out of here?" Anakin asked turning his blue gaze to his former master as Luke snuggled close to him and buried his small face into Anakin's chest.

Obi-Wan shrugged. "They impounded your ship and my ship is landing in pieces in the forest, I don't see a way off of this planet unless we can convince Zylar to let us leave," he replied.

Anakin sighed before he held his son close to him and he gently kissed his son on the forehead. The door to the cell opened and Padmé was the first one to glance up, her chocolate brown eyes narrowing as two Siths walked into the cell. Anakin recognized one of them as Sillia but the other was someone he hasn't met during his stay on Ziost.

"Hello Jedi," Sillia greeted them. "It's time to continue your training."

Anakin snorted and he saw Obi-Wan throw him a quick 'be quiet for once' look and Anakin bit his lip to keep from replying. Sillia was examining the two of them, her eyes narrowed slightly as Obi-Wan turned to look back at her.

"I have been here for a little less than eleven months and yet you still haven't gotten close to breaking me. When are you going to give up and let me leave?" Obi-Wan asked.

Sillia laughed shortly. "High Lord Zylar knew you would be stubborn, he knows you'll break sooner or later. He has a feeling, however, that your friend Skywalker will break sooner," she said.

Anakin narrowed his eyes to tiny slits and Luke gazed up at him, his eyes filling with fear as if he could sense the anger that was rising inside of his father. Anakin, noticing the fear-filled look, took a deep breath to quench the anger that was rising inside of him. Sillia gazed at the two of them with narrowed eyes.

"My Black Trainee would like to challenge Skywalker to a duel," she said in a calm voice. The young woman that stood beside Sillia looked to be only nineteen standard years, her eyes were glittering green gemstones and her hair was dark brown ringlets tied back in a ponytail at the top of her head.

"I'd agree but I just don't feel like it," Anakin said.

"You back down from my challenge? Are you a coward?" the Black Trainee sneered.

Anakin glared at the woman. "Did you just call me a coward?" he demanded angrily. The anger in his voice caused his son to start crying and Anakin looked away from the Black Trainee before murmuring softly to the infant in his arms in an attempt to calm him down.

"I would guess that you want your son to look at you as the coward you truly are," the Black Trainee sneered.

"You're on!" Anakin sneered back at the Black Trainee. Obi-Wan, a bit startled by the sudden anger and coldness in Anakin's voice, glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. Anakin held Luke to Obi-Wan who gently took the infant in his arms and he turned his blue gaze to the woman.

"So you accept my challenge? Are you going to prove that you are not the coward I see you as?"

"I will not fight you in front of my children but I do accept your challenge," Anakin replied his eyes were still narrowed and cold.

The Black Trainee nodded and Anakin saw a small gleam of triumph in Sillia's eyes. Anakin, on the other hand, closed his eyes briefly before releasing the anger and frustration he was feeling within the Force before blinking his eyes open again.

"Be careful, Anakin," Obi-Wan warned him.

"Yes, I know Master," Anakin replied before he followed Sillia and her Black Trainee out of the cell.


"You aren't serious?" Bail said, his eyes shooting wide with shock as Mon Mothma explained that it was time she took charge of the rebellion she has, secretly, been constructing in the past three months and that meant leaving Coruscant.

"Yes, I am," the Chandrilan replied. "It has only been eleven months and Palpatine is getting worse, it's time someone went against him. I know I might be plunging the galaxy into a war when the Clone Wars just barely ended but I want to bring democracy back to the galaxy."

Bail sighed. "I know, so do I but I don't think you should be doing this," he said.

"I will do what I must to bring democracy back. I know that if Senator Amidala was here with me, she would be doing the same thing," replied Mon Mothma.

Bail sighed. "I'm not so sure, Senator Amidala didn't want the Clone Wars to start as it is," he said.

Mon Mothma nodded in reply to Bail's statement, he was right about that. "I'll be fine, Senator, I need you to stay where you are, though, Emperor Palpatine needs to know that Alderaan is still loyal to him even though you're sympathetic to the cause I have created," she said.

"I wish you well, Mon Mothma," replied Bail.

"Thank you, Senator, I wish you well as well." Mon Mothma lowered her head before she turned around and walked out of Senator Organa's apartment at the Senate Apartment Complex. When she reached the landing bay that lay outside of the apartment complex, she noticed Senator Binks, the replacement Senator for Senator Amidala, was standing there, beside him was a dark-cloaked man so hidden that Mon Mothma couldn't even begin to figure out who he was.

"Meesa don't know what yousa talking about, Lord Ira, Meesa just want to spake with Senator Organa," Jar-Jar Binks was saying.

"I am sure," the man said in a cold voice that sent a shiver down Mon Mothma's spine but she still couldn't remember where she has heard that voice before. "But Emperor Palpatine doesn't feel that way. He knows there are traitors within the Senate and he and I have spent the last three months trying to find them."

"Meesa no nothing about traitors, Lord Ira, yousa have nothing to worry," Jar-Jar said.

The dark-cloaked man snorted. "I will come back in a while to speak with Senator Organa but first I must speak with my master," he said before he turned around, climbed into the speeder and flew away. Jar-Jar glanced at Mon Mothma before nodding in greeting, his big ears flapping in the wind.

"Hello Mon Mothma," he greeted her.

"Senator Binks," Mon Mothma replied.

"Where yousa going?"

"Back to my home planet, a conflict has arisen and I need to help them work it out," Mon Mothma replied.

"Oh okay, meesa say bye then," Jar-Jar replied and Mon Mothma nodded before watching as the Gungan clumsily made his way into the Senate Apartment Complex. She sighed before climbing into her speeder and flying toward the spaceport that didn't lay far from the apartment complex.

After she climbed into her ship and started it up, she quickly passed the clearance codes to be let out of Coruscant's atmosphere's without being attacked before she put in the coordinates for the planet Lok in the Outer Rim, where the other members of the rebellion were gathering. When she got into space, she quickly jumped to hyperspace before the whole of Coruscant could learn of her departure.


"There are still some surviving Jedi out there, Lord Ira," Palpatine said as Ira knelt down before his master, his head lowered and he stayed silent for a long moment as he contemplated what to say.

"If there are surviving Jedi out there, do you wish to find them and kill them?" Ira asked. The part of him that was still the Jedi Master Mace Windu cringed at the thought of killing off Jedi but the other part of him was looking forward to the thought and that made the tiny part of him that was still Mace not too happy.

Palpatine pursed his lips together. "We do not know of where they are located," he said. "During the massacre of the Jedi Temple, many Jedi escaped and they have not been found, even on Zharan as you told me they had gone. Not to mention Skywalker and Kenobi are still alive somewhere, as well as the Skywalker children."

"And what of Skywalker and his children?" Ira asked.

Palpatine's eyes narrowed. "They may be of some use to us, as I have told you, if we can turn Skywalker to the dark side, he would prove to be a most powerful ally. He was the apprentice I had wanted first of all but his damn children altered my plans. I know now that the Rule of Two cannot go on if I am to keep my hold on the galaxy," he said.

"Are you planning on using his children to turn Anakin?"

"Maybe so, or, perhaps, I will be able to turn his children. If I know Anakin, he would rather turn than have his children turn and that will bode well with my plans," replied Palpatine.

At that moment, the door opened and Sate Pestage, one of Palpatine's aides, walked in. "Your Majesty, I thought it would be a good idea to let you know that Mon Mothma of Chandrila has left Coruscant," Pestage said lowering his head.

Palpatine narrowed his eyes. "Why?" he asked.

"A conflict arose on her home planet and she wished to see if she can help them work it out," Pestage replied.

"I see, very well, when she returns, let me know," replied the Emperor though Ira knew he was thinking about the rebellion and the planets that have joined the rebellion.

"Yes, your Majesty," Pestage said before he bowed, turned around and walked out of the Emperor's office. Ira watched him go before he turned his gaze back to his master who was still watching the door with narrowed eyes.

"Was it a good idea to let Mon Mothma go without knowing if her conflict was true?" he asked turning his yellow flecked dark gaze to Palpatine.

Palpatine shook his head. "No," he replied calmly. "Even if she is a traitor, it will not be long before no one will be able to stand in our way. That is why I have called you back here, it is rumored that there is a Jedi hiding out on Bestine. I want you to go to Bestine and deal with him, am I clear?"

"Yes, my Master," Ira replied lowering his head before he got to his feet, turned around and made his way out of the Emperor's office, his thoughts on the upcoming mission.


A/n what do you think?

Blaze: we're getting close to the climax of Exile

Palpypie: climax? What's that?

Tigerstar: oh God, please don't

Blaze: cli·max [kl màks] n (plural cli·max·es) 1. key moment: the most important or exciting point in something such as an event or a story

Tigerstar: Oh God!

Palpypie: huh?

Vader: idiot

Blaze: what are you doing here? You aren't in this story!

Qui-Gon: true that

Blaze: you aren't in this story either!

Maul: yup

Blaze: that's it, if another character that's not in this story shows up, I'm going to scream

Mara: hi

Blaze: hi

Qui-Gon, Vader, and Maul: huh?

Han: that's weird

Blaze: yup

Qui-Gon, Vader and Maul: we're confused

Blaze: well, I did say if another character that isn't in this story shows up, I'm going to scream, when I said this story, I actually meant this series, which, if I plan it out right, will end up being ten books

Qui-Gon, Vader and Maul: wow!

Exar Kun: hi

Blaze: (Screams loudly) THAT'S IT! GET OUT! ALL OF YOU! (Pushes every single character that's not in this series out of the computer room)

Han: that was weird

Mara: you're telling me

Blaze: please review, I'll post chapter 12 as soon as I possibly can and I'm sorry for the long author's note