Disclaimer: Once again, most of the characters, places, etc. don't belong to me, they belong to George Lucas (lucky devil). Parts of this chapter are almost a carbon copy of the movie (which was necessary for the story). Don't sue me though, I am a poor college student so all you would get are my bills.
Different Point Of View:
Chapter Two
The next thing Tristiana knew she was lying on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.
"What happened?" she asked groggily while trying to sit up.
"You fainted." Khameir said.
"Would someone please tell me what's going on?" she asked as she made it to her feet.
"We would like to know the same thing."
She thought for a moment then blurted out "It must have been the anomaly."
"I don't follow."
"I was inspecting an anomaly for the council. When I got closer to get better readings, it sucked me through. I didn't think anything happened, but obviously something did. It could be this is an alternate universe from mine"
"An alternate universe?" Obi-Wan asked.
"Yes," she answered mind racing. "In my universe you and Qui-Gon had just gone to Naboo on a diplomatic mission. To make a long story short you were ambushed, by the Sith. He attacked you and killed Qui-Gon, eventually you severed him in half."
"And I look like the Sith? Khameir asked.
"Yes, by all descriptions you look exactly like him."
"We should discuss this with the council," Master Koth said. "In the meantime
Obi-Wan, Khameir, you have a mission.
Aboard the Radiant VII, Obi-Wan turned to Khameir, "What do you think about the girls story?"
He paused before answering, "I'm not sure. Alternate universes may possibly exist, but it has never been proven. Unless she is a clone, which is doubtful, or was somehow resurrected from the dead, I would have to believe her… for now."
They were silent for most of the rest of the trip. As they neared the planet Naboo Khameir's eyes widened slightly as he counted the Trade Federation ships blockading the planet.
'Over a hundred' he thought 'This is more serious than the Chancellor thought.'
'Indeed,' Obi-Wan echoed into his mind.
"Captain, tell them we wish to board immediately." Khameir said.
The pilot complied and soon they were looking at Viceroy Nute Gunray. As he spoke Khameir could sense, even from a distance, that the Neimoidian was nervous about them coming aboard. Not long after disembarking he and Obi-Wan were met by a silver protocol droid.
"I am TC-14 at your service. Follow me please."
The droid led them to a conference room and left to inform her master. Flipping back the hoods of their dark cloaks they surveyed the room.
"I have a bad feeling about this," Obi-Wan said.
"Really?"
"It's not about the mission, it's something elsewhere…elusive."
"Don't center on your anxieties Obi-Wan, while it is good to be mindful of the future you must concentrate on the task at hand. For the record though, I sense something strange as well."
"Do you think the negotiations will be long?"
"Master Koth and I have dealt with these types before, the negotiations should be short."
The droid had returned and was serving them tea when an explosion rocked the ship. They leapt to their feet and ignited their sabers. Suddenly a yellow gas filled the room.
"Poison," Obi-Wan said.
They deactivated their sabers and held their breath. A few minutes later the door opened, revealing a squad of battle droids. The two Jedi rushed out lightsabers blazing and cut through them.
"We have to get to the bridge," Khameir said as they started running down the hall.
"Offhand I'd say this mission is past the negotiation stage," Obi-Wan deadpanned.
When they reached the bridge Obi-Wan and Khameir worked together to try and cut through the door. They nearly had it when out of the corner of his eye Khameir saw two destroyer droids roll up.
"Destroyers, move it," he said.
They ran down the hall at superhuman speed, eventually they made it to the hanger.
"They're preparing to invade," Obi-Wan said as they looked at the army of droids assembling near the cargo ships. "Should we stow away so we can reach the planet and warn them?"
"Yes, separate ships would be best, we can keep in touch telepathically" Khameir said. "They are most likely blocking transmission, but we have to try to contact the Chancellor as well. He won't be pleased."
"Well, at least the negotiations were short," Obi-Wan said.
To be continued…
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