A/N: Thanks for all your kind words. sorry about the delay its been a hectic weekend!
He embraced the rage he felt for everything, gritted his teeth, and fell into a haze of battle fury, turning it against Dooku.
Moments later, he'd taken revenge for his right arm, he shrugged, and took Dooku's other arm.
The Great Count Dooku was now on his knees, two lightsaber's crossed at his throat.
"Good Anakin, good. Kill him. Kill him now." Chancellor Palpatine said, in what was a reassuring voice.
"No. It's not the Jedi way. He must stand trial." Anakin heard himself speak this, but inside he was nodding agreement with the Chancellor. Why should he let this man live?
"Do it, finish him."
Before he could stop himself, Count Dooku was no more, simply another corpse, and another casualty of the war.
"I shouldn't have done that." He felt himself near tears.
"It was perfectly natural Anakin, he took your arm, and you wanted revenge."
An arm fell across his shoulder, meant to be a fatherly gesture, but instead it made Anakin recoil. How could he have listened to Palpatine? He knew nothing of the Jedi code. Revenge was not a good enough reason to commit murder.
He'd find a way to tell Obi-Wan once they returned home.
"Now, we must leave, before more security arrives." Anakin ran over to Obi-Wan, checking his pulse, steady and even, thank the force.
"He seems to be okay."
"Leave him! Or we'll never make it."
Anakin laughed, was he crazy? Perhaps the shock of being kidnapped was getting to him.
"His fate will be the same as ours."
He hoisted his unconscious Master over his shoulder, and ran swiftly up the steps towards the elevator, and pushed the button, yielding no response. He reached into his pocket for his comlink.
"Artoo, activate elevator 3224."
Seconds later, gravity began to shift, and the elevator door slide open, Anakin and the Chancellor barely managed to grasp the edge as the ship began a nosedive.
The elevator shaft was now level enough to travel on, and they ran as fast as possible before the shaft could return to a vertical slide.
As the ship leveled out, they began falling.
Anakin's mechanical hand managed to catch a cable in the shaft before Obi-Wan picked the worst time to resume consciousness.
"Where are we?" Obi-Wan found himself staring at what looked like Anakin's rear end. He looked further up,
"Oh hello Chancellor." Then he realized he wasn't looking up.
"Oh dear." Hardly a statement big enough to cover the problem.
"We're in…a bit of a situation Master."
Suddenly, their ears caught the sound of—
"Is that the elevator?"
"ARTOO! Artoo shut down the elevator!"
"Too late! Jump!"
They free fell until a stray cable caught Anakin's hand again and they swung through an open door.
As they were running down the hall, Anakin actually broke into a smile, they'd pulled it off. Now they just needed to get to the hanger bay, find something still flyable, and they'd be home free…
Bright white light suddenly blocked the hallway, they turned and it was all around them. Anakin ignited his lightsaber, and touched it; the shock touching it produced threw him backwards into Obi-Wan's chest.
"Ooof! Careful Anakin!" Obi-Wan shook his head. His former apprentice still had much to learn. Sticking your lightsaber into an unknown force field was reckless.
"Ray shields." Anakin growled.
"Hang on a minute. We're smarter than this. How did this happen?" Obi-Wan sounded as surprised as Anakin felt, but he carefully hid it, choosing to say,
"Apparently not. I suggest patience Master."
"Patience?"
"Yes. Artoo will be along in a minute, and he'll shut off the ray shields."
True to his words, R2 appeared in the hall in front of them, however the pace in which he rolled by suggested to Obi-Wan he was being pursued.
"You see?" But Anakin had to bite his tongue, as seconds later, confirming his Master's opinion, was the appearance of two advanced battle droids, and a couple droideka's, aiming their guns at the trio, shields flaring up.
A tired sigh and resigned expression were all that Obi-Wan could muster,
"Have you got a plan B?"
Anakin found himself wondering this as he began guiding the massive ship into a crash landing. What seemed like hours after the bridge battle, in which General Grievous managed to escape again, like the snake he was, had only in reality occurred minutes previous.
Now the Chosen One found himself holding his Master's, Chancellor Palpatine's, and his own life in his hands.
"Do you know how to fly a cruiser like this?" Obi-Wan asked skeptically, though his padawan was an amazing pilot, this huge ship would take a miracle to fly, much less land.
"At this point I'd say the ability to fly it is irrelevant. Strap yourselves in." Anakin glanced back to where the Chancellor sat, and he nodded numbly.
"Open all flaps and hatches, extend all dragfins." Any help to slow this massive hulk of a ship down would be good, until with a sudden jerk, he felt the ship lighten a bit.
"Did you feel that?" Obi-Wan asked casually.
"I think we lost something." Anakin muttered. The back half of the ship, most likely.
"Not too worry, we are still flying, er crashing half a ship."
Obi-Wan grinned at Anakin, who returned it with a tight smile.
This was much more difficult than podracing.
Unseen, the Chancellor gave an uneasy glance to R2, who merely hummed. R2 knew his owner was the best pilot in the galaxy, and if anyone could land this hunk of metal, he could.
A/N : Thank you for all your reviews and feedback! This is the beginning of part 2, i think you'll see here how it begins to change more.