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AN: Hi everyone:) Apologies in advanced. Again I am not really any good at doing fight scenes and there is a fight scene in this chapter. I still need more practice.

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Chapter Thirty-Five

1313

It was a legend on Coruscant. The seat of the Underworld's Underworld. It was where any semblance of law and order ended. Those who went past 1313 to the levels below took their lives and law into their own hands. They had also better have a good reason for venturing so far down into the lower levels.

"That's not a warehouse. That's a fortress Master!" came a soft exclamation. A Jedi Master, Knight, and Padawan knelt behind boxes of abandoned droid parts. What had been gleaming heads, arms, legs, and torsos were now piles of rusted junk as the boxes had been pried open and what wasn't looted left to the elements.

The address that Master Yoda had sneaked to them had lead the trio to what had been a complex full of warehouses. Owners had tried taking advantage of the seemingly low rent down on 1313 and built massive warehouse complexes to store their goods. 1313's reputation however took away any advantage gained by cheap rent. The companies had moved out and left the warehouses to rot. Some had been turned into cheap-rent apartments and shops.

This complex though was full of tumbled down buildings. Some half gone, their interiors exposed for all to see. Save one.

One lone warehouse seemed to have survived the 1313 warehouse bust. It loomed large, hulking, and black against the orange glow given off by nearby fuel plants. Four battle droids stood guard outside the doors. Their silly, pointless chatter carried over on a polluted wind to the Jedi.

The droids were board. They had been told to keep watch for a child, but no child had appeared. They thought their job was pointless and wished they had been assigned guard duty inside where the prisoner, another child was. It would be more interesting, "Although," one of the droids noted, "her screams and cries might become annoying after a well."

"You are right my Obi-Wan. This is a fortress. A prison." The prisoner that the battle droids talked so casually about, calling her pain-filled screams and cries annoying was Analise. His Analise.

He would have clenched his fists in anger, except he and Obi-Wan needed to keep their anger at bay. Anakin was already upset, angry enough as it was. He was desperate to have Analise back by his side, with them. It was only Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan's hands on him that kept the boy from plunging headlong into the warehouse, taking out every battle droid, every creature in that building to get to his Moon.

If Anakin knew just how upset, angry, and scared his Master and Master's Master was; it would only feed his anger. Without Analise there to help control it, there was not telling how bad it might be if he unleashed it.

"There's only four of those stupid battle droids. We can take them." Anakin lunged forward only to be pulled back by the hands on his arms.

"Four outside Anakin. There's bound to be more inside." The boy sighed.

"It's just...Masters can't you feel it?" He placed a hand over his heart. "I feel Analise, I can sense her more now that we are closer. She's so weak Masters...so very weak." A tear fell down his face. Obi-Wan squeezed his shoulder.

"We know Ani. We know and we will save her. We just need a plan."

"Anakin is the plan." Both looked up at Qui-Gon. "The note with the location was meant for Anakin. They want to draw him here. They want him to see what they are doing to Analise."

If he sees them torturing or killing her, it might be enough to plant a true seed of the Dark Side within Anakin or even push him to the Dark Side entirely.

Then whoever took Analise Master knows Anakin. They know his personality. They know he will do whatever it takes when someone he loves is in danger. Will do anything to save them.

This worried Qui-Gon the Jedi Master. Who among Anakin's small, very small circle of friends from inside and outside the Temple was so evil? So full of the Dark Side? So willing to kidnap and torture, kill a girl still nothing more than a child to achieve their means.

"They believe Anakin will come by himself, will have run away from the Temple to come and find Analise. The note said for him not to tell anyone."

"So they'll be expecting Anakin, but not us..." Obi-Wan nodded then turned to his Padawan. "Listen to me Anakin, I want you to go up to those doors. Keep your saber out, but not on."

"Do you think they'll be waiting for me?" Qui-Gon nods.

"When they see you I believe they'll unlock the doors. Obi-Wan and I will be right behind you. As soon as the door is unlocked all three of us will take out the droids."

"That might alert whoever is here and running the show Master. They could flee and not catch them."

"We can't let them get away! They're hurting Ana whoever they are."

Qui-Gon put an arm around Anakin and hugged him. "A Jedi does not seek revenge Ani, you know this. If the person hurting Ana flees it will not matter as long as we have Ana back with us."

"Yes Master Qui-Gon."

"Good. May the Force be with us."

"And with Ana." Anakin took a deep breathing, gathering his strength. He still felt weak, feverish. Analise needed him though. Gathering up all his strength, Anakin stood and marched forwards. Hands, shaking a little unhooked his saber from his belt.

"Halt!" One of the droids stepped in front of the door. The other three trained their blasters on him. "State your identity."

"Anakin Skywalker. I'm here for my sister."

The droid's memory bank slowly went over the orders it had been given. Finally it moved to a com unit installed by the door panel and tapped it on. "Sir, there's a boy here. Says his name is Anakin Skywalker and he's here for his sister."

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Analise was biting down so her hard on her lip that her teeth was tearing it open. MagnaGuards stood on all sides of the table she was strapped to stabbing her with their electrostaffs every so often. Her body was covered bruises and cuts, some still weeping blood. The uniform, the uniform she had worn with such pride was torn and dirty.

Tears ran down her face, but Analise fought hard not to cry out. Not to scream. She knew that the man Tyranus would be happy if she cried out, if she screamed.

But she couldn't hate him even as she could see him standing and watching as she was hurt. At one point he had been a Jedi. He had known Da. Analise longed to know what had changed. What had pushed this man from the Light into the Dark. Maybe she could save him, maybe she could help him.

"Sir, there's a boy here. Says his name is Anakin Skywalker and he's here for his sister." Tyranus held up a hand. The MagnaGuards stopped, setting their staffs by their side.

"At last." He turned to the com unit and pressed the button to reply. "Is anyone with him?"

"No sir. He's alone."

"Good, then let him in." He stepped away from the com unit and turned back to Analise. "Thanks to you my Master and I have what we need." He stepped forward and petted Analise's matted hair.

"Please..." her voice was horse, whipser soft. "Please don't hurt Ani...please...I'll do anything to keep him safe..."

"We're counting on that my dear" Tyranus chuckled. "Once we have your brother subdued I will summon my Master who will have the honor of ending your life." Rising his hand he blasted her with a few bolts of Force lightning.

It was too much. Analise screamed and pulled at her chains. This fight wasn't over yet.

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"He's good. Let him in."

"Roger roger." One of the droids went to the door and unlocked the doors. Anakin ducked his head to hide his smile. He could sense Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon coming up from either side.

"Thanks metal-heads!" Anakin moved fast and powered up his saber. The dark blue blade sprang to life and he slashed, cutting deep across the droid who had placed the call. Sparks flashed from the cut as it waved his arms around, shooting its blaster in random directions.

That was the signal. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan flew into action. With a simple gesture the Master pushed a pair of the battle droids up against the wall. Metal screeched and broke as the force of the push tore apart rivets and seams holding them together. Obi-Wan didn't go for something so simple, but so easily destructive as a Force Push. He let his lightsaber do his talking for him. With one elegant swing he beheaded the third battle droid.

Anakin's battle droid managed to gain control of its functions long enough to hit the com unit again.

"ALERT! ALERT! THERE'S JEDI! THREE JEDI!" Qui-Gon smoothly stepped in and ended the droid's programming with a quick slice to its neck.

"They know we're here. We need to..." The two men and boy all cried out, gripping their heads. Anakin fell to his knees. By now they knew whose pain cry ripped through their heads, breaking their hearts.

It was Analise and while she was holding on as best she could, her grip was slipping.

"We need to find her now!" Qui-Gon's lightsaber flared to life quickly followed by Obi-Wan's. Anakin gripped his saber in both hands and without even thinking about it took off down the hall.

"Anakin wait!" The two men flew after him. Battle droids swarmed into the hall, trying to cut off the route. Blaster blots sang past their ears, so close they could feel the heat.

No matter. Well practiced sweeps of brilliant green and blue laser blades deflected the bolts away. A few lucky droids were brought down by blots bounced back towards them. Others were dispatched with quick and precise cuts to the neck.

More then one of the battle droids wondered, why had they been programmed to feel fear.

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"WHAT?" Tyranus dropped his hand and the lightning stopped. Analise tried to catch her breath, falling back onto the table and letting herself go limp. Her body shook with pain and exhaustion. Everything in her was screaming for her to close her eyes...to give in...to sleep...sleep...

She couldn't. Something else, something stronger was telling her to stay awake, to stay in the moment. Anakin was coming. Da was coming. Obi-Wan was coming. She would be safe soon...safe...warm...

Tyranus growled. It appears he and his Master had underestimated the little brat and the foolish Jedi. He yanked a comlink from his belt, slapping it on.

"Master."

"What is it Lord Tyranus?"

"The boy has arrived."

"Good. I just have a few matters to finish up and I shall be with you shortly..."

"He is not alone Master. Jinn and Kenobi are with him."

"An oversight on my part. I did not plan for Jinn to return so soon nor for the boy to be unable to sneak away...The girl. How does she fair?"

"Weak my Master." Tyranus gave her a quick study. Analise barely noticed as she fought to stay awake. The voice of the Master sounded familiar, but in her haze of pain she couldn't place it. "And getting weaker. She may not survive what has been done to her."

The sound of blasters and lightsabers engaged in battle edged closer. Her breath caught in her throat.

"This can still work. If the girl dies, all is not lost. Leave my apprentice and meet me at the prearranged location. Let us not surprise your old Padawan so soon."

"Yes my Master." Tyranus ended the call and gestured to two of the MagnaGuards. "You two come with me. You two stay here and guard the girl." Analise's eyes, vision blurry watched as the man and the two droids he had selected hastened to a wall. With a quick activation via a remote, a hidden door slide open. "Farewell girl. Take heart in what your death will give myself and my Master."

He ducked into the hidden passageway, droids on his tail. Analise closed her eyes. The pain was still there. Deep, burning pain. Not even the punishments doled out by Mother and Saul had been this bad.

The door to the room was blasted opened. Anakin stood there panting. He had darted his way between bolts and droids, cutting down any who stood in his way. The closer he got to Analise, the stronger her pain. His anger built and built inside him.

There she was, his sister. His mirror. His Moon. Strapped to a table. The uniform Master Gallia had given her, the one she had been so thrilled with was torn and dirty. Blood seeped from cuts all over her body. At least the places not marked with burns. She was drifting in and out.

She was hanging on. She was, but it was so hard. So tiring. She just wanted to let go...

"ANALISE!" Anakin roared, prepared to let go of all the rage inside him. She could not die. Would not die. Why would the Force bring them together after so long, only to separate them so soon? It could not be this cruel, this unloving to its children. Its so called Sun and Moon.

The MangaGurads moved into position and Anakin settled himself, ready to jump at the first move they made. "Anakin!"

Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon were there. His Master grabbed his arm and pulled him as Qui-Gon raced in. The nimble Master slipped between the two unprepared droids and engaged them in battle. With their focus shifted Obi-Wan pushed Anakin towards Analise.

"Go Ani! Go to Ana!" Rage left the boy as quickly as it built. Without a word he darted around the droids. One jabbed for him with its crackling staff, but Obi-Wan was there. His Master's lightsaber cried out as it meet the staff in battle. Master and Knight danced as one, the pair coming together then splitting up.

MagnaDroids were not like battle droids. Battle droids with their simple programming were cannon fodder. Easy to build, easy to loose. MagnaDroids were tougher, harder to defeat. They were able to keep up with Jedi and their elctrostaffs were not so easily cut apart by lightsabers.

Anakin ignored the battle in favor of his sister. "Ana! Analise!" The girl's head turned to the voice.

"Ani?" Her eyes were hazy, clouded with pain. "So tired...hurts so bad...I'm sorry..."

He checked his saber, adjusted the power. "Hold still Ana. I'm going to get the cuffs and collar off." Hands shaking Anakin slowly cut through first her wrist cuffs, then her ankle cuffs. As he head the sizzling snaps and pops that meant his Master and Qui-Gon had at last beheaded the MagnaDroids and ended their battles, he even more slowly cut through the collar.

Analise sighed as the collar fell off and Anakin grabbed a hand. Qui-Gon powered down his lightsaber and rushed forward. "Obi-Wan call the Temple!"

"Yes Master!" Qui-Gon helped the battered, almost broken girl to sit up. She leaned against him. So weak, so helpless.

"Master Qui-Gon, what do we do? Analise is dying." Anakin sounded so broken.

"Our Bonds Anakin. We will use them to keep her stable until help arrives. Pour energy, healing energy into her. Send her all your love, affection." Qui-Gon sank himself into the Force. He sent as much energy as he dared into Analise. "You were so brave Ana. So very brave."

He was joined by Anakin. The boy started to cry. "It's my fault Ana. All my fault. If I hadn't been so grumpy you wouldn't have run off. You wouldn't have been caught. You wouldn't have been hurt."

"Ani..." the voice was so quiet, like a mouse. Hazy eyes tried to focus. "S'not your fault Ani...was bad. Forgot to stay on Temple Grounds...thought you were mad..."

Qui-Gon soothed her. Reaching out he found the twins' Bond. It was still straining, not able to snap back into place. As Obi-Wan started sending energy to Analise through his Bond with her, Qui-Gon pulled back and used the Force to soothe the angry Bond. He smoothed it down, twisted it back into a better position.

"So tired..."

"I know Ana, I know Ana."

"Please take me home." Tears flowed down the already tear-stained face. "I just want to go home."

"To Earth?" Anakin asked worried. What if the Force took her back to Earth?

"No...the Temple...Please...home..." She couldn't hold on anymore. Analise closed her eyes and went totally limp in Qui-Gon's arms.

"Help is coming Master."

"Let us hope it is not too late."