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Chapter Thirteen

So jumping out a glass window onto a probe droid would go down in Jedi history as one of Obi-Wan's more foolish ideas. Even as he dangled from the probe as it darted in and out among speeders and bikes, he could already hear Anakin telling the tale; properly embellished of course to Ahsoka and her friends who would no doubt egg each other in attempts to mimic Obi-Wan's daring feat.

"Blast it!" In an effort to dislodge its unwanted passenger, the probe used what little logic circuits it had to run itself into the side of a nearby building.

For one frighting moment Obi-Wan's right hand lost its grip, falling to his side leaving hanging on only by the strength of his left hand and the Force.

Calming himself the first thing the Knight did was check his right wrist. A sigh of relief escaped him when he saw that the corded bracelet wrapped around his wrist was still there. The bracelet that Analise had made just for him and placed around his wrist herself. It was a piece of her, always with him. Not just the presence of her soul merged with his.

With a grunt Obi-Wan tossed his right arm up, his hand landing on top of the probe. Its erratic flight continued and Obi-Wan began to doubt his plan. The plan to hold onto it and let it take him back to its Master. It was the best chance he had to get any sort of clue about who was calling the shots. Some hint of who might want Padme die. Maybe it was linked to whoever was trying to kill his beloved Moonbeam.

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Zam had been waiting. Watching for her droid. It was suppose to return with proof that its mission had been success. It had been gone too long.

The longer it took for the probe to return, the less chance there was of her mission being a success. The less chance of her making it to morning alive.

Her electrobinoculars rose to her eyes once more and she scanned the area.

There! Her probe returning...Returning and not alone. Clinging to it for dear life, holding on with no choice was a Jedi.

Zam cursed under her breath and went to her speeder. She dropped the electrobinoculars in the seat, not really caring if they broke or not. If a Jedi was here then it meant the mission had failed. Her life was forfeit...Unless she could find some way to salvage the mission that might make Fett happy enough that he wouldn't kill her...Just beat her within an inch of her life.

She grabbed a well-worn rifle. It had been passed down in her family for generations. More decoration than actual weapon. Zam had changed all that when the rifle had come to her. It was no longer decoration, but a deadly weapon once more.

Zam took careful aim and let loose a series of rapid blasts. One hit and she saw the probe destroyed,

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Metallic pings dinged around him and Obi-Wan searched frantically for the sound.

Rifle shots. Coming from somewhere he could not pinpoint.

Sparks.

Hot metal.

Cursing Obi-Wan was forced to let go as the probe was destroyed right beneath his fingers.

Using the Force, Obi-Wan let himself free-fall. Faster, faster. He might not die if he used the Force to slow his fall as best he could, but he could be injured.

A bright flash of yellow.

A slowing speeder.

Obi-Wan!

"Master!" It was Anakin. The Padawan reached out to meet his Master. Using their combined efforts Obi-Wan was able to use the Force to grab onto the back of the speeder then pull himself up to the front seat.

"What took you so long Anakin?"

"Oh you know the usual Master." Anakin grinned and tossed his head as he pushed the speeder to its full capabilities.

"There!" Obi-Wan pointed a finger to the yellow and green speeder that had dropped down and was racing below them.

"I couldn't find the right make, model, or color," Anakin went on even as he followed Obi-Wan's finger to the speeder in question. He pushed the controls forward sending the speeder into a sharp dive that plasted him and Obi-Wan to their seats.

"Pull up Anakin! Anakin pull up!" The young man laughed. This was the kind of flying he liked best. Fast and reckless. The kind of flying he could only do in a starfighter or podracer. At long last he leveled the speeder out.

"Sorry Master I forgot you didn't like flying."

"I don't mind flying, but what you're doing is suicide." Obi-Wan ducked as another speeder flew so close overhead that it felt as if it could have taken their heads off. "You're sister would agree with me. Speaking of..."

"Don't worry Obi-Wan. Analise wanted to come, but I told her to say with Padme." Anakin frowned as they chased Zam though a power complex where power couplings feed electrical power along a grid. They weren't dangerous or deadly, just gave an unpleasant tingle when passed through.

Something the bounty hunter they were chasing was counting on. Reaching through a window Zam took careful aim with a small blaster and shot one of the couplings.

Anakin didn't slow down. He pushed through the loose lines of dull electricity even as Obi-Wan scolded him. This wasn't the first time Anakin had pulled such a stunt and it wouldn't be the last.

The speeder ahead of them pulled into a sharp climb and Anakin followed. Obi-Wan clinging to the dash for dear life. Opting to keep his speech to a minimum.

At last Anakin stopped the climb when they were over the bounty hunter. They kept up. Matching speed for speed, maneuver for maneuver. Until the yellow and green speeder cut across traffic. Anakin didn't follow then.

"Anakin!" Obi-Wan was flabbergasted. He knew deep down there was probably a good reason why Anakin hadn't followed the bounty hunter, the would-be assassin; but he couldn't find one.

Anakin slowly came to a spot, the speeder floating in midair as the Padawan cast glances over the side.

"Well that went perfectly...we lost them."

"I'm sorry Master."

"They went completely the other way. If you had just listened to me..." But Anakin had stopped listening. To Obi-Wan's amazement Anakin stood.

"If you'll excuse me Master." With that he leapt over the side and began a free-fall. Obi-Wan leaned over the side and sighed.

"I hate it when he does that." He slid over to the driver's seat and powered the speeder back up to follow his wayward Padawan. "I'll just tell Moonbeam or Qui-Gon. They'll scold him for me."