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Chapter 3
Obi-Wan Kenobi heaved a long drawn out sigh of relief. That was a little too close.. Obi-Wan leaned back in the captain's seat to ponder his escape. The question on his mind was why the blockade never ventured to use any means of attack or capture on him. He was well into tractor beam range more than once. He closed his eyes and waited. Waiting for the exact time to pull out of hyperspace and then change the coordinance to their true destination. The brief stop would repel any pursuers. He would have to make more than one stop considerng his mission. Too important to not take precautions
Obi-Wan's thought's turned from strategy to a more personal note.
Tatooine.
The planet where it all started, so many years ago. 'Sometimes the most obvious answer is more often overlooked.' The words of the only father the Jedi Knight knew echoed in his mind. If Anakin even knew he had offspring, Tatooine would be at the bottom of his search list. The planet held too many bad and good memories for his fallen padawan. The more unpleasant memories outnumbered the latter. Even while Anakin had still been his apprentice Obi-Wan could sense the conflict, the ... hate that dwelled in his padawan toward the desert land.
The Jedi would then, as soon as he landed, seek out a man he never could quite get along with. his half-brother, Owen. It has been many years since he had relations with his only living family member, Owen Lars. Although the Jedi shared many disputes with Owen, he was the only man in the galaxy he could trust with Luke's secret. Obi-Wan contemplated the many disagreements they have previously engaged in. Obi-Wan's loyalty to the Jedi ways was the topic in the majority of their bickering. His own Jedi calmness was a major contrast to his brothers hot tempered personality. Yet he was a good man, married a good woman, he was a family man. They truly were a contrast.
During former conversations with his sister-in-law, Beru Lars, she had more than once voiced her desire to have children. Obi-Wan could feel the grief radiating from her as a result of being barren. Obi-Wan could feel it but could not begin to understand a woman's emotions toward the subject. He had not contacted them on the matter, he was counting on his brothers good nature to simply accept the surprise. He was the only one Obi-Wan relyed on at the present time..
Obi-Wan sighed loudly, running his fingers through his close cropped hair. His thoughts rapidly changing to a different topic. How did I come to this point in my life? He questioned himself silently. Recently Obi-Wan could sense a change in himself. His constant self-examination was becoming more of a part of himself. Obi-Wan could envision a Jedi Master he once knew sighting that flaw in Obi-Wan instantly. The Jedi Knight struggled to forgive himself and forget, the past, a continuous burden.
When did my life slip out of my hands? Obi-Wan prodded more deeply. each question that circled in his head would eventually dig out more that came with reinforcements from the past. His convictions never failed to boil down to, 'What if?'
Obi-Wan let out a breath throught clenched teeth, lifting his fingers to his temple in an attempt to soothe the pain inside.
At least once on Tatooine I'll have plenty of time to think over everything, past and future. The Jedi thought, referring to his perminate remainder on the planet to watch over Luke. It would be lonely, But when was Obi-Wan not lonely. Loneliness had also molded itself into him. It had become a part of him. And yet more questions unveiled themselves in his thoughts. Yet there would be time.
Plenty of time..
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Padme Skywalker walked down the long halls with great haste. One reason that quickened each step was that her time was running out and she had to do this one last deed for her planet. The second reason was following her from behind and catching up. She knew that when she bolted off he wouldn't just give up and go home. His foot steps were becoming more quicker, louder, he was gaining on her. She wouldn't tell him again to leave. If he wanted to talk and talk about hope for the galaxy and more such nonsense she would hear, but not listen. He might even be useful.
The woman shifted her attention to where she was going. She was getting close, it had been ages since she had last made a visit to the armory. It just wasn't that important on a 'peaceful planet.' She turned a corner and stopped. Another hallway stretched before her. If memory serves me right it's one of these doors. She thought.
The man -what was his name?- came up behind her standing over her left shoulder. His breathing was steady as he spoke.
"I strongly suggest you reconsider." It wasn't a threat more of a request.
Padme took a deep breath. She was tired, not only physically but her heart was in chaos. She didn't need this now. Quickly she brushed past him to one of the double doors, turning her attention to the buttons on the side. She racked her memory for the code. She bit her bottom lip in aggravation.
Jame -yes, that was his name- came up behind her again, Hesitant. He himself was also searching his mind for the right words.
"At the minute a rebellion sounds crazy, I know, that's what I thought." He said his voice strong demanding attention. Padme's expression lightened slightly as she successfully tapped in the right code. The doors opened to her. Her face returned to its normal mask as soon as she fully comprehended his last words. Still won't give up. She proceeded to enter.
"But-" He tried to continue. Looking up he saw his audience was abandoning him. Frowning he followed.
Padme stopped and looked at her surroundings. A normal four walled chamber stood before her. the only objects to be found were numerous boxes from the far side of the room. The crates were all stacked up on different levels.They only extended to the middle of the storage area.
Jame not paying any attention to the room started to open his mouth to proceed with his speech when the woman interrupted.
"So you're apart of this? I would have thought you were only a hired bounty hunter of some sort," she pointed out almost mockingly.
She walked to one of the nearest boxes as if not expecting a reply. But one came.
"Alright, 'Your highness'," he said sarcasm dripping from his words. "I'm through with being polite-"
"You were being polite?" Padme commented not looking up from one of the crates.
"You politicians are all alike," He stated shaking his head and allowing an amused smile to play across his face.
Padme's eyebrows furrowed together as she tried to discern the number and letters that identified the crate. The crate also had a number pad on it for safety reasons, she only hoped it was the same password. Her fingers flew over the small keyboard as she listened with half an ear to Jame's reasoning. He rambled off about this rebellion, the politics of it and how it started, typically cracking a joke here and there. She gave no encouragement to acknowledge that she was interested in his talk. Her focus only on the task before her.
The former leader's eyes momentarily let up as she heard the latch of the case open. Her facial expression returned to the scowl that had come to be her usual face. The contents where useful but not what she needed. Laying in the cargo box was a handful of an unknown type of blaster rifle, about the length of her arm.
Grabbing one she diligently inspected the rifle. It was simple in controls, identical to a normal hand blaster just three times its length. She slung it over her shoulder, the strap that held it in place slightly uncomfortable, she didn't let her discomfort show.
In the back round she heard a slightly surprised voice, at the sight of her carrying such a heavy armed weapon.
"Going off to war are you?" He asked, an eyebrow cocked at her.
"If your just going to stand around and watch me, babbling on about a hopeless corporation I strongly suggest you save your breath. You are wasting your time and mine." Padme blurted out in an eiry monotone. She didn't let him reply just turned to the pile of cargo and walked over to the closest one.
"You and I both know that freedom isn't a waste of time. Whatever is going on politically in the galaxy is far beyond me, but I know there something ...amiss.... I can smell it ." His eyes bore into her back she could feel them looking for something that wasn't there.
Silence
As she ventured on top of a few piled obstacles she started fiddling with a box that looked familiar. Typing in the right code she managed to catch out of the corner of her eye, Jame sigh, and lean against the nearest wall. He was staring at her with a smirk on his face that was just begging to be smacked off.
Freedom. He had mentioned that word. It seemed like a distant island that couldn't be reached, only to be gazed upon. A distant memory, with faded corners. It couldn't be approached, it was forgotten to Padme. She condemned herself for her own self pity, but it couldn't be help. Not now.
Padme's attention was swiftly turned back to the crate before her. She allowed a smile of triumph much like Jame's to spread across her face. Laying in the box was what she set out for, roughly a dozen thermal dentonators. Gripping the box she stood.
"Hey! Flyboy, get over here and make yourself useful." She shouted motioning him over with her head.
Curious, yet purposefully taking his time he settled beneath her. Without warning she dropped the crate into his arms. He made an alarming sound followed closely by a curse, as he just barley grasped the box.
His eyes widened momentarily at the sight of what was in it. "That eager to die? " He asked.
"It doesn't matter." She stated, jumping down. Directing him to set the crate down she bent forward and studied the weapons. Lifting one of the bombs to eye level she pressed a button on the top. She heard Jame shift to return to his most loved position over her shoulder. From the bottom of the circular object shot out four, flat legs that appeared to be a stand to support the detonator. A hissing noise could be heard.
"Fusion Detonaters." Jame said, indicating it's purpose. The detonator would stick to any smooth surface. They were highly accurate and extremely dangerous. Even to the person holding it they were at risk. "Those are somewhat..unpredictable, only deep space smugglers, bounty hunters, pirates handle those..How..?-"
"Someone like yourself?" Padme interjected, retracting the suction legs.
"Well...Yes," he said, pride wrapped in his words. "Kids play."
Sighing, Padme gathered five, and stood. "You might be beneficial after all." She Inspected her outfit, finding a notable deep pocket in the front. Her common sense immediately started calculating the dangers of having unanticipating weaponry in a simple pocket.But time was not on her side in this situation. she tucked the detonators away carefully.
One more thing.
She pushed past Jame getting a negative response, and resumed her previous searching through the crates, looking from one to the other. Her eyes probing for a description code to match the supposed numbers in her head. After inspecting a few of these boxes she was able to identify numbers with the load they held. A familiar pattern caught her eye. Acting on her hunch, she typed in the needed numbers. The lid rolled back unveiling a certain type of acsension guns. The newest model she believed, hoped. If she was correct this new type could enable her to accomplish her mission in mind. Picking one up she examined the weapon. On the bottom there was a small door to which the 'seat' could pop out. The tool would allow the owner to dangle from high places in a somewhat 'comfortable' position. Just what she needed.
Padme glanced back at Jame. He was looking around fiddling with the numerous items. If he stays around he'll only drive me crazy, get in the way. She thought to herself. I do not want another death on my hands..that is not my own. Yet he is determined.. Her eyebrows furrowed together in consentration. She nods slightly, reaching into a built-in holster on her cargo pants, where her Nubian Blaster was held.
"What precisely are we going to do, with..those?" Jame asked, a huge cocky and amused grin on his face. An unbelieving expression to what Padme was capable of. Men. She thought. He spoke without gazing up from a crate he was gaping at.
"We aren't going to do anything." She said lifting the blaster. Alarmed by her tone of voice he looked up into a blaster barrel. "Run" she flatly stated.
She fired. But Jame's reflexes where faster. Diving for a pile of crates he rolled behind them to safety. Like She was trying, Padme only wished to scare him off. She fired to his left then right.
"Wha- What do you think you're doing!" She heard him shout.
"Losing my patience." She shot again at the top crate, sparks floating down at him. she heard fumbling about followed but words of irritation.
"Hey listen, I'm sorry if is upset you, but don't make me return your fire. Just let me leave. I'll go."
Padme ceased her shooting. No use at just continuing to shoot. She had a more swift way of dealing with him.
"Alright, come out." She started forward cautiously. Just as carefully as her stride he stood. his back to her. She approached his back.
"What was that all about?" He asked annoyed.
Padme smirked to match Jame's previous grin.
"You won't be conscious to find out." With that she boiled all her strength without causing a fatal blow and hit him over the head with the butt of her blaster. She watched as he sank to the floor.
The palace might not be the safest place, but he should have enough time to escape. She hoped. She always hoped.
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Jar-Jar Binks sat with a few fellow gungans, behind a pile of who-knew-what, all silent. All of them contemplating all that they lost. Knowing that soon they would add frredom and their own lives to that list.
The shooting had stopped. There was a temporary truce. He was not aware of the terms, his thought dwelled only on the conversation he just earlier had with a Jedi. Jar-Jar was worried. Wearied that the Knight might have not made it through, because of him. Not long after he left with Ani's offspring did he hear of a blockade. That's when the battle halted on the planet surface, not necessarily did it mean that the battles in space ended.
This weighed heavily on Jar-Jar's heart. The thought that maybe if he would have contemplated the notion of finding outside help, he would have come up with the same conclusion as Obi-Wan had. And then maybe he would have never encountered the fugitive and he would have escaped sooner with no worry about a blockade. 'If only' and 'What if' circled his mind.
The Gungan sighed loudly.
"Hey, yousa alright Jar-Jar?" A friend next to him asked.
Jar-Jar's eyes gazed upon the gungan momantarily. He was an older gungan, his skin gray and wrinkles formed around his beak-like mouth.
"Mesa jus...,"Jar-Jar searched his vocabulary for a proper word."..anxious for this to be all over."
"Mesa too.." The Gungan sighed matching Jar-Jar's former tone, and settled into a comfortable position."Mesa too.."
Jar-Jar looked out over the war torn landscape. He ached for his planet, his people. He wondered of how many other worlds would have to endure this. How many other beings would have to watch as their land, their home was being ripped apart. Even when he envisioned the bad the gungan daydreamed of the good. Of the past times and even past times made new in the future, if not for him then for others.
The gungan took a deep reassuring breath as he remembered Obi-Wan's words. Maybe it wasn't so bad that Mesa delayed him. The Jedi's words would abide in him as long as he lived. Even if that wouldn't be such a long wait.
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Lord Darth Vader knelt before a holografic image of his master, his true master. He had just finished reporting the statis of Naboo. Skipping details such as the names of those he once knew in a past life.
"My patience is wearing thin. I grow tired of waiting for a meaningless piece of paper to be sighed. Besides the senate has much bigger problems to work out." The holograph made no movement, it was like a transparent statue of an underworld, his voice thundered the depth of the sound demanding to be heard, obeyed.
Vader stared through the dark armor. Almost frightened at what his next commands would be. What if Padme is still down there?
"Our former plan to drown out the ruler has obviously failed. I will explain to the senate that the Queen has perished in a foolish attempt to selfishly keep the planet to herself. I will send a new Empirial representative to take control of the planet, it must be useful for something. "
"What of the prisoners and those who live on the surface?" Vader stated with no concern for those he just spoke of.
"Those who pledge allegiance to the Empire do what you will with them. Those who resist...destroy them."
"Yes, my master" He had fully anticipated the image to fade, yet it stayed. Those cold eyes boring right into Vader.
"You are hiding something from me.."
Vader tensed at the remark. "Simply speculation." his master waited for him to continue. "I believe I felt the presence of a Jedi...A Jedi from the past."
"How did you deal with this problem, my apprentice?" Fully knowing who Vader was speaking of.
"The blockade has proven faulty, and the outlaw escaped. I had the designer eliminated."
"You will have to find another brilliant mind to fix this obstacle."
"Yes, my master." With that he dissolved into nothingness.
Vader stood, his mind on two individuals. One he hated with all his might, with all his being. Who had once been his closest friend, a brother to him. One he loved so intensely in the past that a spark of that passion still remained in him now. Both alive. Both the only shadow of what he once was. And both in some way a stumbling block who stand in the way of his totally limit of power. He would deal with both, soon. Very soon...
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This is the third addition to my series. I am extremely sorry for the long wait on this one. Thanks for taking the time to read my crazy ideas. The web-site dedicated to all those ideas in my head can be found at Frailty: An Alternate Star Wars Universe
I am aware that there was a few grammatical errors in my previous chapter. My apologizes. I hope there won't be as many in this Chapter.
-Kenobi
Feel
Chapter 3
Obi-Wan Kenobi heaved a long drawn out sigh of relief. That was a little too close.. Obi-Wan leaned back in the captain's seat to ponder his escape. The question on his mind was why the blockade never ventured to use any means of attack or capture on him. He was well into tractor beam range more than once. He closed his eyes and waited. Waiting for the exact time to pull out of hyperspace and then change the coordinance to their true destination. The brief stop would repel any pursuers. He would have to make more than one stop considerng his mission. Too important to not take precautions
Obi-Wan's thought's turned from strategy to a more personal note.
Tatooine.
The planet where it all started, so many years ago. 'Sometimes the most obvious answer is more often overlooked.' The words of the only father the Jedi Knight knew echoed in his mind. If Anakin even knew he had offspring, Tatooine would be at the bottom of his search list. The planet held too many bad and good memories for his fallen padawan. The more unpleasant memories outnumbered the latter. Even while Anakin had still been his apprentice Obi-Wan could sense the conflict, the ... hate that dwelled in his padawan toward the desert land.
The Jedi would then, as soon as he landed, seek out a man he never could quite get along with. his half-brother, Owen. It has been many years since he had relations with his only living family member, Owen Lars. Although the Jedi shared many disputes with Owen, he was the only man in the galaxy he could trust with Luke's secret. Obi-Wan contemplated the many disagreements they have previously engaged in. Obi-Wan's loyalty to the Jedi ways was the topic in the majority of their bickering. His own Jedi calmness was a major contrast to his brothers hot tempered personality. Yet he was a good man, married a good woman, he was a family man. They truly were a contrast.
During former conversations with his sister-in-law, Beru Lars, she had more than once voiced her desire to have children. Obi-Wan could feel the grief radiating from her as a result of being barren. Obi-Wan could feel it but could not begin to understand a woman's emotions toward the subject. He had not contacted them on the matter, he was counting on his brothers good nature to simply accept the surprise. He was the only one Obi-Wan relyed on at the present time..
Obi-Wan sighed loudly, running his fingers through his close cropped hair. His thoughts rapidly changing to a different topic. How did I come to this point in my life? He questioned himself silently. Recently Obi-Wan could sense a change in himself. His constant self-examination was becoming more of a part of himself. Obi-Wan could envision a Jedi Master he once knew sighting that flaw in Obi-Wan instantly. The Jedi Knight struggled to forgive himself and forget, the past, a continuous burden.
When did my life slip out of my hands? Obi-Wan prodded more deeply. each question that circled in his head would eventually dig out more that came with reinforcements from the past. His convictions never failed to boil down to, 'What if?'
Obi-Wan let out a breath throught clenched teeth, lifting his fingers to his temple in an attempt to soothe the pain inside.
At least once on Tatooine I'll have plenty of time to think over everything, past and future. The Jedi thought, referring to his perminate remainder on the planet to watch over Luke. It would be lonely, But when was Obi-Wan not lonely. Loneliness had also molded itself into him. It had become a part of him. And yet more questions unveiled themselves in his thoughts. Yet there would be time.
Plenty of time..
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Padme Skywalker walked down the long halls with great haste. One reason that quickened each step was that her time was running out and she had to do this one last deed for her planet. The second reason was following her from behind and catching up. She knew that when she bolted off he wouldn't just give up and go home. His foot steps were becoming more quicker, louder, he was gaining on her. She wouldn't tell him again to leave. If he wanted to talk and talk about hope for the galaxy and more such nonsense she would hear, but not listen. He might even be useful.
The woman shifted her attention to where she was going. She was getting close, it had been ages since she had last made a visit to the armory. It just wasn't that important on a 'peaceful planet.' She turned a corner and stopped. Another hallway stretched before her. If memory serves me right it's one of these doors. She thought.
The man -what was his name?- came up behind her standing over her left shoulder. His breathing was steady as he spoke.
"I strongly suggest you reconsider." It wasn't a threat more of a request.
Padme took a deep breath. She was tired, not only physically but her heart was in chaos. She didn't need this now. Quickly she brushed past him to one of the double doors, turning her attention to the buttons on the side. She racked her memory for the code. She bit her bottom lip in aggravation.
Jame -yes, that was his name- came up behind her again, Hesitant. He himself was also searching his mind for the right words.
"At the minute a rebellion sounds crazy, I know, that's what I thought." He said his voice strong demanding attention. Padme's expression lightened slightly as she successfully tapped in the right code. The doors opened to her. Her face returned to its normal mask as soon as she fully comprehended his last words. Still won't give up. She proceeded to enter.
"But-" He tried to continue. Looking up he saw his audience was abandoning him. Frowning he followed.
Padme stopped and looked at her surroundings. A normal four walled chamber stood before her. the only objects to be found were numerous boxes from the far side of the room. The crates were all stacked up on different levels.They only extended to the middle of the storage area.
Jame not paying any attention to the room started to open his mouth to proceed with his speech when the woman interrupted.
"So you're apart of this? I would have thought you were only a hired bounty hunter of some sort," she pointed out almost mockingly.
She walked to one of the nearest boxes as if not expecting a reply. But one came.
"Alright, 'Your highness'," he said sarcasm dripping from his words. "I'm through with being polite-"
"You were being polite?" Padme commented not looking up from one of the crates.
"You politicians are all alike," He stated shaking his head and allowing an amused smile to play across his face.
Padme's eyebrows furrowed together as she tried to discern the number and letters that identified the crate. The crate also had a number pad on it for safety reasons, she only hoped it was the same password. Her fingers flew over the small keyboard as she listened with half an ear to Jame's reasoning. He rambled off about this rebellion, the politics of it and how it started, typically cracking a joke here and there. She gave no encouragement to acknowledge that she was interested in his talk. Her focus only on the task before her.
The former leader's eyes momentarily let up as she heard the latch of the case open. Her facial expression returned to the scowl that had come to be her usual face. The contents where useful but not what she needed. Laying in the cargo box was a handful of an unknown type of blaster rifle, about the length of her arm.
Grabbing one she diligently inspected the rifle. It was simple in controls, identical to a normal hand blaster just three times its length. She slung it over her shoulder, the strap that held it in place slightly uncomfortable, she didn't let her discomfort show.
In the back round she heard a slightly surprised voice, at the sight of her carrying such a heavy armed weapon.
"Going off to war are you?" He asked, an eyebrow cocked at her.
"If your just going to stand around and watch me, babbling on about a hopeless corporation I strongly suggest you save your breath. You are wasting your time and mine." Padme blurted out in an eiry monotone. She didn't let him reply just turned to the pile of cargo and walked over to the closest one.
"You and I both know that freedom isn't a waste of time. Whatever is going on politically in the galaxy is far beyond me, but I know there something ...amiss.... I can smell it ." His eyes bore into her back she could feel them looking for something that wasn't there.
Silence
As she ventured on top of a few piled obstacles she started fiddling with a box that looked familiar. Typing in the right code she managed to catch out of the corner of her eye, Jame sigh, and lean against the nearest wall. He was staring at her with a smirk on his face that was just begging to be smacked off.
Freedom. He had mentioned that word. It seemed like a distant island that couldn't be reached, only to be gazed upon. A distant memory, with faded corners. It couldn't be approached, it was forgotten to Padme. She condemned herself for her own self pity, but it couldn't be help. Not now.
Padme's attention was swiftly turned back to the crate before her. She allowed a smile of triumph much like Jame's to spread across her face. Laying in the box was what she set out for, roughly a dozen thermal dentonators. Gripping the box she stood.
"Hey! Flyboy, get over here and make yourself useful." She shouted motioning him over with her head.
Curious, yet purposefully taking his time he settled beneath her. Without warning she dropped the crate into his arms. He made an alarming sound followed closely by a curse, as he just barley grasped the box.
His eyes widened momentarily at the sight of what was in it. "That eager to die? " He asked.
"It doesn't matter." She stated, jumping down. Directing him to set the crate down she bent forward and studied the weapons. Lifting one of the bombs to eye level she pressed a button on the top. She heard Jame shift to return to his most loved position over her shoulder. From the bottom of the circular object shot out four, flat legs that appeared to be a stand to support the detonator. A hissing noise could be heard.
"Fusion Detonaters." Jame said, indicating it's purpose. The detonator would stick to any smooth surface. They were highly accurate and extremely dangerous. Even to the person holding it they were at risk. "Those are somewhat..unpredictable, only deep space smugglers, bounty hunters, pirates handle those..How..?-"
"Someone like yourself?" Padme interjected, retracting the suction legs.
"Well...Yes," he said, pride wrapped in his words. "Kids play."
Sighing, Padme gathered five, and stood. "You might be beneficial after all." She Inspected her outfit, finding a notable deep pocket in the front. Her common sense immediately started calculating the dangers of having unanticipating weaponry in a simple pocket.But time was not on her side in this situation. she tucked the detonators away carefully.
One more thing.
She pushed past Jame getting a negative response, and resumed her previous searching through the crates, looking from one to the other. Her eyes probing for a description code to match the supposed numbers in her head. After inspecting a few of these boxes she was able to identify numbers with the load they held. A familiar pattern caught her eye. Acting on her hunch, she typed in the needed numbers. The lid rolled back unveiling a certain type of acsension guns. The newest model she believed, hoped. If she was correct this new type could enable her to accomplish her mission in mind. Picking one up she examined the weapon. On the bottom there was a small door to which the 'seat' could pop out. The tool would allow the owner to dangle from high places in a somewhat 'comfortable' position. Just what she needed.
Padme glanced back at Jame. He was looking around fiddling with the numerous items. If he stays around he'll only drive me crazy, get in the way. She thought to herself. I do not want another death on my hands..that is not my own. Yet he is determined.. Her eyebrows furrowed together in consentration. She nods slightly, reaching into a built-in holster on her cargo pants, where her Nubian Blaster was held.
"What precisely are we going to do, with..those?" Jame asked, a huge cocky and amused grin on his face. An unbelieving expression to what Padme was capable of. Men. She thought. He spoke without gazing up from a crate he was gaping at.
"We aren't going to do anything." She said lifting the blaster. Alarmed by her tone of voice he looked up into a blaster barrel. "Run" she flatly stated.
She fired. But Jame's reflexes where faster. Diving for a pile of crates he rolled behind them to safety. Like She was trying, Padme only wished to scare him off. She fired to his left then right.
"Wha- What do you think you're doing!" She heard him shout.
"Losing my patience." She shot again at the top crate, sparks floating down at him. she heard fumbling about followed but words of irritation.
"Hey listen, I'm sorry if is upset you, but don't make me return your fire. Just let me leave. I'll go."
Padme ceased her shooting. No use at just continuing to shoot. She had a more swift way of dealing with him.
"Alright, come out." She started forward cautiously. Just as carefully as her stride he stood. his back to her. She approached his back.
"What was that all about?" He asked annoyed.
Padme smirked to match Jame's previous grin.
"You won't be conscious to find out." With that she boiled all her strength without causing a fatal blow and hit him over the head with the butt of her blaster. She watched as he sank to the floor.
The palace might not be the safest place, but he should have enough time to escape. She hoped. She always hoped.
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Jar-Jar Binks sat with a few fellow gungans, behind a pile of who-knew-what, all silent. All of them contemplating all that they lost. Knowing that soon they would add frredom and their own lives to that list.
The shooting had stopped. There was a temporary truce. He was not aware of the terms, his thought dwelled only on the conversation he just earlier had with a Jedi. Jar-Jar was worried. Wearied that the Knight might have not made it through, because of him. Not long after he left with Ani's offspring did he hear of a blockade. That's when the battle halted on the planet surface, not necessarily did it mean that the battles in space ended.
This weighed heavily on Jar-Jar's heart. The thought that maybe if he would have contemplated the notion of finding outside help, he would have come up with the same conclusion as Obi-Wan had. And then maybe he would have never encountered the fugitive and he would have escaped sooner with no worry about a blockade. 'If only' and 'What if' circled his mind.
The Gungan sighed loudly.
"Hey, yousa alright Jar-Jar?" A friend next to him asked.
Jar-Jar's eyes gazed upon the gungan momantarily. He was an older gungan, his skin gray and wrinkles formed around his beak-like mouth.
"Mesa jus...,"Jar-Jar searched his vocabulary for a proper word."..anxious for this to be all over."
"Mesa too.." The Gungan sighed matching Jar-Jar's former tone, and settled into a comfortable position."Mesa too.."
Jar-Jar looked out over the war torn landscape. He ached for his planet, his people. He wondered of how many other worlds would have to endure this. How many other beings would have to watch as their land, their home was being ripped apart. Even when he envisioned the bad the gungan daydreamed of the good. Of the past times and even past times made new in the future, if not for him then for others.
The gungan took a deep reassuring breath as he remembered Obi-Wan's words. Maybe it wasn't so bad that Mesa delayed him. The Jedi's words would abide in him as long as he lived. Even if that wouldn't be such a long wait.
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Lord Darth Vader knelt before a holografic image of his master, his true master. He had just finished reporting the statis of Naboo. Skipping details such as the names of those he once knew in a past life.
"My patience is wearing thin. I grow tired of waiting for a meaningless piece of paper to be sighed. Besides the senate has much bigger problems to work out." The holograph made no movement, it was like a transparent statue of an underworld, his voice thundered the depth of the sound demanding to be heard, obeyed.
Vader stared through the dark armor. Almost frightened at what his next commands would be. What if Padme is still down there?
"Our former plan to drown out the ruler has obviously failed. I will explain to the senate that the Queen has perished in a foolish attempt to selfishly keep the planet to herself. I will send a new Empirial representative to take control of the planet, it must be useful for something. "
"What of the prisoners and those who live on the surface?" Vader stated with no concern for those he just spoke of.
"Those who pledge allegiance to the Empire do what you will with them. Those who resist...destroy them."
"Yes, my master" He had fully anticipated the image to fade, yet it stayed. Those cold eyes boring right into Vader.
"You are hiding something from me.."
Vader tensed at the remark. "Simply speculation." his master waited for him to continue. "I believe I felt the presence of a Jedi...A Jedi from the past."
"How did you deal with this problem, my apprentice?" Fully knowing who Vader was speaking of.
"The blockade has proven faulty, and the outlaw escaped. I had the designer eliminated."
"You will have to find another brilliant mind to fix this obstacle."
"Yes, my master." With that he dissolved into nothingness.
Vader stood, his mind on two individuals. One he hated with all his might, with all his being. Who had once been his closest friend, a brother to him. One he loved so intensely in the past that a spark of that passion still remained in him now. Both alive. Both the only shadow of what he once was. And both in some way a stumbling block who stand in the way of his totally limit of power. He would deal with both, soon. Very soon...
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This is the third addition to my series. I am extremely sorry for the long wait on this one. Thanks for taking the time to read my crazy ideas. The web-site dedicated to all those ideas in my head can be found at Frailty: An Alternate Star Wars Universe
I am aware that there was a few grammatical errors in my previous chapter. My apologizes. I hope there won't be as many in this Chapter.
Obi-Wan Kenobi heaved a long drawn out sigh of relief. That was a little too close.. Obi-Wan leaned back in the captain's seat to ponder his escape. The question on his mind was why the blockade never ventured to use any means of attack or capture on him. He was well into tractor beam range more than once. He closed his eyes and waited. Waiting for the exact time to pull out of hyperspace and then change the coordinance to their true destination. The brief stop would repel any pursuers. He would have to make more than one stop considerng his mission. Too important to not take precautions
Obi-Wan's thought's turned from strategy to a more personal note.
Tatooine.
The planet where it all started, so many years ago. 'Sometimes the most obvious answer is more often overlooked.' The words of the only father the Jedi Knight knew echoed in his mind. If Anakin even knew he had offspring, Tatooine would be at the bottom of his search list. The planet held too many bad and good memories for his fallen padawan. The more unpleasant memories outnumbered the latter. Even while Anakin had still been his apprentice Obi-Wan could sense the conflict, the ... hate that dwelled in his padawan toward the desert land.
The Jedi would then, as soon as he landed, seek out a man he never could quite get along with. his half-brother, Owen. It has been many years since he had relations with his only living family member, Owen Lars. Although the Jedi shared many disputes with Owen, he was the only man in the galaxy he could trust with Luke's secret. Obi-Wan contemplated the many disagreements they have previously engaged in. Obi-Wan's loyalty to the Jedi ways was the topic in the majority of their bickering. His own Jedi calmness was a major contrast to his brothers hot tempered personality. Yet he was a good man, married a good woman, he was a family man. They truly were a contrast.
During former conversations with his sister-in-law, Beru Lars, she had more than once voiced her desire to have children. Obi-Wan could feel the grief radiating from her as a result of being barren. Obi-Wan could feel it but could not begin to understand a woman's emotions toward the subject. He had not contacted them on the matter, he was counting on his brothers good nature to simply accept the surprise. He was the only one Obi-Wan relyed on at the present time..
Obi-Wan sighed loudly, running his fingers through his close cropped hair. His thoughts rapidly changing to a different topic. How did I come to this point in my life? He questioned himself silently. Recently Obi-Wan could sense a change in himself. His constant self-examination was becoming more of a part of himself. Obi-Wan could envision a Jedi Master he once knew sighting that flaw in Obi-Wan instantly. The Jedi Knight struggled to forgive himself and forget, the past, a continuous burden.
When did my life slip out of my hands? Obi-Wan prodded more deeply. each question that circled in his head would eventually dig out more that came with reinforcements from the past. His convictions never failed to boil down to, 'What if?'
Obi-Wan let out a breath throught clenched teeth, lifting his fingers to his temple in an attempt to soothe the pain inside.
At least once on Tatooine I'll have plenty of time to think over everything, past and future. The Jedi thought, referring to his perminate remainder on the planet to watch over Luke. It would be lonely, But when was Obi-Wan not lonely. Loneliness had also molded itself into him. It had become a part of him. And yet more questions unveiled themselves in his thoughts. Yet there would be time.
Plenty of time..
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Padme Skywalker walked down the long halls with great haste. One reason that quickened each step was that her time was running out and she had to do this one last deed for her planet. The second reason was following her from behind and catching up. She knew that when she bolted off he wouldn't just give up and go home. His foot steps were becoming more quicker, louder, he was gaining on her. She wouldn't tell him again to leave. If he wanted to talk and talk about hope for the galaxy and more such nonsense she would hear, but not listen. He might even be useful.
The woman shifted her attention to where she was going. She was getting close, it had been ages since she had last made a visit to the armory. It just wasn't that important on a 'peaceful planet.' She turned a corner and stopped. Another hallway stretched before her. If memory serves me right it's one of these doors. She thought.
The man -what was his name?- came up behind her standing over her left shoulder. His breathing was steady as he spoke.
"I strongly suggest you reconsider." It wasn't a threat more of a request.
Padme took a deep breath. She was tired, not only physically but her heart was in chaos. She didn't need this now. Quickly she brushed past him to one of the double doors, turning her attention to the buttons on the side. She racked her memory for the code. She bit her bottom lip in aggravation.
Jame -yes, that was his name- came up behind her again, Hesitant. He himself was also searching his mind for the right words.
"At the minute a rebellion sounds crazy, I know, that's what I thought." He said his voice strong demanding attention. Padme's expression lightened slightly as she successfully tapped in the right code. The doors opened to her. Her face returned to its normal mask as soon as she fully comprehended his last words. Still won't give up. She proceeded to enter.
"But-" He tried to continue. Looking up he saw his audience was abandoning him. Frowning he followed.
Padme stopped and looked at her surroundings. A normal four walled chamber stood before her. the only objects to be found were numerous boxes from the far side of the room. The crates were all stacked up on different levels.They only extended to the middle of the storage area.
Jame not paying any attention to the room started to open his mouth to proceed with his speech when the woman interrupted.
"So you're apart of this? I would have thought you were only a hired bounty hunter of some sort," she pointed out almost mockingly.
She walked to one of the nearest boxes as if not expecting a reply. But one came.
"Alright, 'Your highness'," he said sarcasm dripping from his words. "I'm through with being polite-"
"You were being polite?" Padme commented not looking up from one of the crates.
"You politicians are all alike," He stated shaking his head and allowing an amused smile to play across his face.
Padme's eyebrows furrowed together as she tried to discern the number and letters that identified the crate. The crate also had a number pad on it for safety reasons, she only hoped it was the same password. Her fingers flew over the small keyboard as she listened with half an ear to Jame's reasoning. He rambled off about this rebellion, the politics of it and how it started, typically cracking a joke here and there. She gave no encouragement to acknowledge that she was interested in his talk. Her focus only on the task before her.
The former leader's eyes momentarily let up as she heard the latch of the case open. Her facial expression returned to the scowl that had come to be her usual face. The contents where useful but not what she needed. Laying in the cargo box was a handful of an unknown type of blaster rifle, about the length of her arm.
Grabbing one she diligently inspected the rifle. It was simple in controls, identical to a normal hand blaster just three times its length. She slung it over her shoulder, the strap that held it in place slightly uncomfortable, she didn't let her discomfort show.
In the back round she heard a slightly surprised voice, at the sight of her carrying such a heavy armed weapon.
"Going off to war are you?" He asked, an eyebrow cocked at her.
"If your just going to stand around and watch me, babbling on about a hopeless corporation I strongly suggest you save your breath. You are wasting your time and mine." Padme blurted out in an eiry monotone. She didn't let him reply just turned to the pile of cargo and walked over to the closest one.
"You and I both know that freedom isn't a waste of time. Whatever is going on politically in the galaxy is far beyond me, but I know there something ...amiss.... I can smell it ." His eyes bore into her back she could feel them looking for something that wasn't there.
Silence
As she ventured on top of a few piled obstacles she started fiddling with a box that looked familiar. Typing in the right code she managed to catch out of the corner of her eye, Jame sigh, and lean against the nearest wall. He was staring at her with a smirk on his face that was just begging to be smacked off.
Freedom. He had mentioned that word. It seemed like a distant island that couldn't be reached, only to be gazed upon. A distant memory, with faded corners. It couldn't be approached, it was forgotten to Padme. She condemned herself for her own self pity, but it couldn't be help. Not now.
Padme's attention was swiftly turned back to the crate before her. She allowed a smile of triumph much like Jame's to spread across her face. Laying in the box was what she set out for, roughly a dozen thermal dentonators. Gripping the box she stood.
"Hey! Flyboy, get over here and make yourself useful." She shouted motioning him over with her head.
Curious, yet purposefully taking his time he settled beneath her. Without warning she dropped the crate into his arms. He made an alarming sound followed closely by a curse, as he just barley grasped the box.
His eyes widened momentarily at the sight of what was in it. "That eager to die? " He asked.
"It doesn't matter." She stated, jumping down. Directing him to set the crate down she bent forward and studied the weapons. Lifting one of the bombs to eye level she pressed a button on the top. She heard Jame shift to return to his most loved position over her shoulder. From the bottom of the circular object shot out four, flat legs that appeared to be a stand to support the detonator. A hissing noise could be heard.
"Fusion Detonaters." Jame said, indicating it's purpose. The detonator would stick to any smooth surface. They were highly accurate and extremely dangerous. Even to the person holding it they were at risk. "Those are somewhat..unpredictable, only deep space smugglers, bounty hunters, pirates handle those..How..?-"
"Someone like yourself?" Padme interjected, retracting the suction legs.
"Well...Yes," he said, pride wrapped in his words. "Kids play."
Sighing, Padme gathered five, and stood. "You might be beneficial after all." She Inspected her outfit, finding a notable deep pocket in the front. Her common sense immediately started calculating the dangers of having unanticipating weaponry in a simple pocket.But time was not on her side in this situation. she tucked the detonators away carefully.
One more thing.
She pushed past Jame getting a negative response, and resumed her previous searching through the crates, looking from one to the other. Her eyes probing for a description code to match the supposed numbers in her head. After inspecting a few of these boxes she was able to identify numbers with the load they held. A familiar pattern caught her eye. Acting on her hunch, she typed in the needed numbers. The lid rolled back unveiling a certain type of acsension guns. The newest model she believed, hoped. If she was correct this new type could enable her to accomplish her mission in mind. Picking one up she examined the weapon. On the bottom there was a small door to which the 'seat' could pop out. The tool would allow the owner to dangle from high places in a somewhat 'comfortable' position. Just what she needed.
Padme glanced back at Jame. He was looking around fiddling with the numerous items. If he stays around he'll only drive me crazy, get in the way. She thought to herself. I do not want another death on my hands..that is not my own. Yet he is determined.. Her eyebrows furrowed together in consentration. She nods slightly, reaching into a built-in holster on her cargo pants, where her Nubian Blaster was held.
"What precisely are we going to do, with..those?" Jame asked, a huge cocky and amused grin on his face. An unbelieving expression to what Padme was capable of. Men. She thought. He spoke without gazing up from a crate he was gaping at.
"We aren't going to do anything." She said lifting the blaster. Alarmed by her tone of voice he looked up into a blaster barrel. "Run" she flatly stated.
She fired. But Jame's reflexes where faster. Diving for a pile of crates he rolled behind them to safety. Like She was trying, Padme only wished to scare him off. She fired to his left then right.
"Wha- What do you think you're doing!" She heard him shout.
"Losing my patience." She shot again at the top crate, sparks floating down at him. she heard fumbling about followed but words of irritation.
"Hey listen, I'm sorry if is upset you, but don't make me return your fire. Just let me leave. I'll go."
Padme ceased her shooting. No use at just continuing to shoot. She had a more swift way of dealing with him.
"Alright, come out." She started forward cautiously. Just as carefully as her stride he stood. his back to her. She approached his back.
"What was that all about?" He asked annoyed.
Padme smirked to match Jame's previous grin.
"You won't be conscious to find out." With that she boiled all her strength without causing a fatal blow and hit him over the head with the butt of her blaster. She watched as he sank to the floor.
The palace might not be the safest place, but he should have enough time to escape. She hoped. She always hoped.
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Jar-Jar Binks sat with a few fellow gungans, behind a pile of who-knew-what, all silent. All of them contemplating all that they lost. Knowing that soon they would add frredom and their own lives to that list.
The shooting had stopped. There was a temporary truce. He was not aware of the terms, his thought dwelled only on the conversation he just earlier had with a Jedi. Jar-Jar was worried. Wearied that the Knight might have not made it through, because of him. Not long after he left with Ani's offspring did he hear of a blockade. That's when the battle halted on the planet surface, not necessarily did it mean that the battles in space ended.
This weighed heavily on Jar-Jar's heart. The thought that maybe if he would have contemplated the notion of finding outside help, he would have come up with the same conclusion as Obi-Wan had. And then maybe he would have never encountered the fugitive and he would have escaped sooner with no worry about a blockade. 'If only' and 'What if' circled his mind.
The Gungan sighed loudly.
"Hey, yousa alright Jar-Jar?" A friend next to him asked.
Jar-Jar's eyes gazed upon the gungan momantarily. He was an older gungan, his skin gray and wrinkles formed around his beak-like mouth.
"Mesa jus...,"Jar-Jar searched his vocabulary for a proper word."..anxious for this to be all over."
"Mesa too.." The Gungan sighed matching Jar-Jar's former tone, and settled into a comfortable position."Mesa too.."
Jar-Jar looked out over the war torn landscape. He ached for his planet, his people. He wondered of how many other worlds would have to endure this. How many other beings would have to watch as their land, their home was being ripped apart. Even when he envisioned the bad the gungan daydreamed of the good. Of the past times and even past times made new in the future, if not for him then for others.
The gungan took a deep reassuring breath as he remembered Obi-Wan's words. Maybe it wasn't so bad that Mesa delayed him. The Jedi's words would abide in him as long as he lived. Even if that wouldn't be such a long wait.
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Lord Darth Vader knelt before a holografic image of his master, his true master. He had just finished reporting the statis of Naboo. Skipping details such as the names of those he once knew in a past life.
"My patience is wearing thin. I grow tired of waiting for a meaningless piece of paper to be sighed. Besides the senate has much bigger problems to work out." The holograph made no movement, it was like a transparent statue of an underworld, his voice thundered the depth of the sound demanding to be heard, obeyed.
Vader stared through the dark armor. Almost frightened at what his next commands would be. What if Padme is still down there?
"Our former plan to drown out the ruler has obviously failed. I will explain to the senate that the Queen has perished in a foolish attempt to selfishly keep the planet to herself. I will send a new Empirial representative to take control of the planet, it must be useful for something. "
"What of the prisoners and those who live on the surface?" Vader stated with no concern for those he just spoke of.
"Those who pledge allegiance to the Empire do what you will with them. Those who resist...destroy them."
"Yes, my master" He had fully anticipated the image to fade, yet it stayed. Those cold eyes boring right into Vader.
"You are hiding something from me.."
Vader tensed at the remark. "Simply speculation." his master waited for him to continue. "I believe I felt the presence of a Jedi...A Jedi from the past."
"How did you deal with this problem, my apprentice?" Fully knowing who Vader was speaking of.
"The blockade has proven faulty, and the outlaw escaped. I had the designer eliminated."
"You will have to find another brilliant mind to fix this obstacle."
"Yes, my master." With that he dissolved into nothingness.
Vader stood, his mind on two individuals. One he hated with all his might, with all his being. Who had once been his closest friend, a brother to him. One he loved so intensely in the past that a spark of that passion still remained in him now. Both alive. Both the only shadow of what he once was. And both in some way a stumbling block who stand in the way of his totally limit of power. He would deal with both, soon. Very soon...
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This is the third addition to my series. I am extremely sorry for the long wait on this one. Thanks for taking the time to read my crazy ideas. The web-site dedicated to all those ideas in my head can be found at Frailty: An Alternate Star Wars Universe
I am aware that there was a few grammatical errors in my previous chapter. My apologizes. I hope there won't be as many in this Chapter.
-Kenobi
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