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Chapter One: Crash Landings
Obi-Wan Kenobi struggled to dodge laser blasts as he flew his star fighter at top speed away from an Imperial Star Destroyer. His old Jedi Star fighter, still holding together after all of these years, managed to stay ahead of the pursuing imperials, but the ship's pilot knew he couldn't hold out for long.
Kenobi saw more blips appear on his radar screen. He turned to see that the destroyer had launched about ten tie fighters to catch up to him.
"Oh blast, this is why I hate flying," said Kenobi to himself. "If this fight were on the ground, I could probably dispatch ten imperial troops easily with my light saber. Even though I'm not as young as I used to be."
The white haired Obi-Wan still possessed his somewhat sardonic whit, even after all he had experienced over the years. Another blip appeared on his radar, but this one was much larger than any ship. It was a planet, and one Obi-Wan was familiar with.
"Tatooine," said Obi-Wan. "If I can get there, there might be a chance..."
Just then, fire from the enemy TIE fighters struck Obi-Wan's fighter, taking out his aging R-4 droid and his stabilizers. "Damned!" curse Obi-Wan. "They're going to force me to crash. Well, I'll have to show them what advantages a Jedi pilot has."
The Jedi Master reached out with the force to stabilize his fighter as it plunged into Tatooine's atmosphere, doing the work the now destroyed mechanisms of the craft and droid normally would. The ground loomed closer and closer as the ship continued to plunge downward. It was all Obi-Wan could do to stabilize the ship, and to prep his landing systems.
But the Imperial fighters had not given up, and sent several most blasts at the Jedi fighter, and scored another hit. This time, Obi-Wan could not stop his ship from crashing.
"Oh, perfect," said Obi-Wan sarcastically.
His ship came down hard, and struck the sandy surface of Tatooine with a resounding impact.
**
"What!"
Anakin Skywalker sat up in his bed with a start, taking several moments to bring himself back from his dream to conscious awareness. His dream had been startling, and it took the former Jedi Knight a few moments to take in his surroundings. He was in his room, in his bed, and a familiar voice was heard from an equally familiar form laying beside him.
"Ani," said the voice of Padme Amidala Skywalker, his wife, as she sat up and placed her hand on Anakin's bare chest. "Are you alright?"
Anakin looked at her, his angel, who's beauty still amazed him after twenty years of marriage. "I'm fine, Padme," he said, cupping her cheek with his palm to support his utterance of being alright. "It was just a bad dream. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."
"Well, I had my head laying on your chest," said Padme with a smile. "It would not have been possible for you not to have awakened me. But, its alright. What happened...in your dream, I mean."
"Oh, just...a battle, I can't even place what the circumstances were of it," said Anakin with a confused expression.
"Hmm, my warrior," said Padme, softly stroking Anakin's cheek. "You battle even in your dreams."
"It's the only battle I've fought in a long time," said Anakin. Then, he turned and look at his smiling Padme. "Have I told you since I woke up how much I love you?"
"No, you haven't," said Padme with a tone of feigned annoyance. Then, Anakin could see the mischievous look in his wife's eyes. Though her face reflected the years of life she had lived, her eyes still danced the way they did the day Anakin married her. She looked up into his equally older, but still handsome features. "And since you failed to tell me immediately upon awakening, you are going to have to show me how much you love me."
Padme said the last part as she leaned in and began kissing Anakin on the neck, right in the spot where she knew it would arouse him. Of course, she knew it didn't take much to get Anakin interested in making love to her.
Anakin took her in his strong, but gentle and loving arms, and kissed her passionately on the lips. "Let me arrange a demonstration for you," he said.
She giggled slightly, as he lowered her back onto her pillows, and began to lower the straps of her nightgown.
***
A squad of Imperial storm troopers approached the wreckage of the Jedi star fighter with their weapons at the ready. They had disembarked from several banthas after locating the wreckage.
"Set weapons for stun," said squad leader. "The pilot is to be taken and questioned."
The storm troopers fanned out among the wreckage, kicking it in places to see if they could find a survivor. After several minutes, they found no one.
One trooper approached the squad leader. "No one appears to be here," said the trooper.
"No body in the wreckage?" asked the squad leader.
"None," said the other trooper. "Only a wrecked droid."
"Search for tracks," said the squad leader. "The pilot must be alive, and attempting to escape on foot. I'll go and inform base camp."
"Yes, sir," said the other trooper, as the squad leader turned and headed back towards the banthas where his communications gear is located. But before he could get there, the leader heard a noise. Something he was not familiar with, but a noise that sounded ominous all the same.
Just then, a flash of brown jumped at the squad leader, and a beam of green light slashed through the storm trooper's torso. The other troopers saw a man dressed in brown, Jedi robes, and wielding a light saber, had just killed their commander.
The storm troopers, shocked and confused by the momentary ambush, began firing their blasters at the Jedi. The blasts were adeptly deflected by the light saber of the Jedi back at the storm troopers, knocking out several storm troopers.
The Jedi Master made quick work of finishing the other storm troopers. His work done, the Jedi deactivated his light saber and surveyed his work.
"Hmm," said Obi-Wan Kenobi, "to think I once commanded these fellows' older models in battle. Ironic."
Obi-Wan then turned and headed for the banthas, to secure one for transportation and head for Mos Eisely space port.
Chapter One: Crash Landings
Obi-Wan Kenobi struggled to dodge laser blasts as he flew his star fighter at top speed away from an Imperial Star Destroyer. His old Jedi Star fighter, still holding together after all of these years, managed to stay ahead of the pursuing imperials, but the ship's pilot knew he couldn't hold out for long.
Kenobi saw more blips appear on his radar screen. He turned to see that the destroyer had launched about ten tie fighters to catch up to him.
"Oh blast, this is why I hate flying," said Kenobi to himself. "If this fight were on the ground, I could probably dispatch ten imperial troops easily with my light saber. Even though I'm not as young as I used to be."
The white haired Obi-Wan still possessed his somewhat sardonic whit, even after all he had experienced over the years. Another blip appeared on his radar, but this one was much larger than any ship. It was a planet, and one Obi-Wan was familiar with.
"Tatooine," said Obi-Wan. "If I can get there, there might be a chance..."
Just then, fire from the enemy TIE fighters struck Obi-Wan's fighter, taking out his aging R-4 droid and his stabilizers. "Damned!" curse Obi-Wan. "They're going to force me to crash. Well, I'll have to show them what advantages a Jedi pilot has."
The Jedi Master reached out with the force to stabilize his fighter as it plunged into Tatooine's atmosphere, doing the work the now destroyed mechanisms of the craft and droid normally would. The ground loomed closer and closer as the ship continued to plunge downward. It was all Obi-Wan could do to stabilize the ship, and to prep his landing systems.
But the Imperial fighters had not given up, and sent several most blasts at the Jedi fighter, and scored another hit. This time, Obi-Wan could not stop his ship from crashing.
"Oh, perfect," said Obi-Wan sarcastically.
His ship came down hard, and struck the sandy surface of Tatooine with a resounding impact.
**
"What!"
Anakin Skywalker sat up in his bed with a start, taking several moments to bring himself back from his dream to conscious awareness. His dream had been startling, and it took the former Jedi Knight a few moments to take in his surroundings. He was in his room, in his bed, and a familiar voice was heard from an equally familiar form laying beside him.
"Ani," said the voice of Padme Amidala Skywalker, his wife, as she sat up and placed her hand on Anakin's bare chest. "Are you alright?"
Anakin looked at her, his angel, who's beauty still amazed him after twenty years of marriage. "I'm fine, Padme," he said, cupping her cheek with his palm to support his utterance of being alright. "It was just a bad dream. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."
"Well, I had my head laying on your chest," said Padme with a smile. "It would not have been possible for you not to have awakened me. But, its alright. What happened...in your dream, I mean."
"Oh, just...a battle, I can't even place what the circumstances were of it," said Anakin with a confused expression.
"Hmm, my warrior," said Padme, softly stroking Anakin's cheek. "You battle even in your dreams."
"It's the only battle I've fought in a long time," said Anakin. Then, he turned and look at his smiling Padme. "Have I told you since I woke up how much I love you?"
"No, you haven't," said Padme with a tone of feigned annoyance. Then, Anakin could see the mischievous look in his wife's eyes. Though her face reflected the years of life she had lived, her eyes still danced the way they did the day Anakin married her. She looked up into his equally older, but still handsome features. "And since you failed to tell me immediately upon awakening, you are going to have to show me how much you love me."
Padme said the last part as she leaned in and began kissing Anakin on the neck, right in the spot where she knew it would arouse him. Of course, she knew it didn't take much to get Anakin interested in making love to her.
Anakin took her in his strong, but gentle and loving arms, and kissed her passionately on the lips. "Let me arrange a demonstration for you," he said.
She giggled slightly, as he lowered her back onto her pillows, and began to lower the straps of her nightgown.
***
A squad of Imperial storm troopers approached the wreckage of the Jedi star fighter with their weapons at the ready. They had disembarked from several banthas after locating the wreckage.
"Set weapons for stun," said squad leader. "The pilot is to be taken and questioned."
The storm troopers fanned out among the wreckage, kicking it in places to see if they could find a survivor. After several minutes, they found no one.
One trooper approached the squad leader. "No one appears to be here," said the trooper.
"No body in the wreckage?" asked the squad leader.
"None," said the other trooper. "Only a wrecked droid."
"Search for tracks," said the squad leader. "The pilot must be alive, and attempting to escape on foot. I'll go and inform base camp."
"Yes, sir," said the other trooper, as the squad leader turned and headed back towards the banthas where his communications gear is located. But before he could get there, the leader heard a noise. Something he was not familiar with, but a noise that sounded ominous all the same.
Just then, a flash of brown jumped at the squad leader, and a beam of green light slashed through the storm trooper's torso. The other troopers saw a man dressed in brown, Jedi robes, and wielding a light saber, had just killed their commander.
The storm troopers, shocked and confused by the momentary ambush, began firing their blasters at the Jedi. The blasts were adeptly deflected by the light saber of the Jedi back at the storm troopers, knocking out several storm troopers.
The Jedi Master made quick work of finishing the other storm troopers. His work done, the Jedi deactivated his light saber and surveyed his work.
"Hmm," said Obi-Wan Kenobi, "to think I once commanded these fellows' older models in battle. Ironic."
Obi-Wan then turned and headed for the banthas, to secure one for transportation and head for Mos Eisely space port.