The 'Falcon' and 'Shadow Chaser' came out of hyperspace at the same time. A minute later the 'Rock Dragon' appeared. " 'Shadow Chaser', this is the 'Falcon'. Are you ready to head down?"
"Ready when you are," Luke answered.
"Great. Then let's get down there," Leia said.
Anakin waited until the last possible second before dodging. Crion was thrown off balance and his blade met empty air. Anakin used this to his advantage. He tripped Crion and knocked the lightsaber out of his hand. Crion rolled over, fists flying. His punch caught Anakin right in the eye and sent him flying. He hit the wall with a thud and slumped to the ground. He tried to sit up, but the movement sent a jarring pain up his arm. The next minute Crion was standing over him, lightsaber raised to strike. Anakin stared at him with surprising calmness. He wasn't afraid of death. Just as Crion moved for the killing blow, there was a sudden flash of bright light.
The spaceport was a bustle of activity as the group made their way through the streets. Up ahead, Han spied a familiar hurrying through the crowd. He pushed ahead until he was next to Boba Fett. "Hello, Fett. Any luck?" Han asked. "I was just going to get you son," Fett answered. "He's right in there." He pointed to a warehouse about three yards away. Just then Leia came up. "Then let's go get him," she said, hurrying toward the building.
Crion stumbled backward. As his eyes adjusted to the dimness, he looked around for the source of the light. All he saw was the boy talking to someone, or something, that wasn't there. Crion smiled to himself. He could strike while the boy was distracted. He wouldn't even see him until he was dead.
Anakin stood there starring at the familiar face of the man before him. It was his grandfather, Anakin Skywalker. "Listen, Anakin. Crion is too strong for you to defeat alone. As strong as you are, you're going to need help. I'm going to help, all right?" he said. "All right, but..." Anakin jumped out of the way just in time. Within the blink of an eye, he was holding the lightsaber he had once refused to use. He brought it up just in time, and the two blades met with a sizzle. At first, all Anakin could do was black the blows. Then, all of a sudden, he felt a temendous surge of light flowing through him. With a quick move, he was on the offensive and Crion was trying desperately to deflect the blows. He was astonished at how strong the boy was. Anakin saw that Crion was starting to move slower with each deflection of his blade. 'Good,' Anakin thought. 'He's tiring.' Before he knew it, Crion was down. Anakin stood over him for a second, lightsaber raised. A moment later, he switched it off and turned, walking away. At that moment, Luke and the rest of the group entered. They watched in horror as Crion made a lunge for Anakin.
Jasper watched in horror as Crion lunged at the boy. He couldn't let Crion kill him. He was too young. And he was kind. He had understood how Jasper felt. And, even though he served Crion, Anakin had taken the time to befriend him. He couldn't let him die at the hands of someone as evil and heartless as Crion. He ran forward, hoping with all his might that he would get there on time.
As Anakin turned, he knew that he was too late to block Crion's lunge. Just as he thought he was as good as dead, he was pushed out of the way. He hurriedly got to his feet and saw Jasper lying a few feet away, blood streaming from his side. Anakin went over to him. He was dead. He had died saving him. "Thank you," Anakin whispered. Just then, Crion made one, final, desperate lunge at Anakin. A moment before Crion reached him, Anakin whirled around, swinging his blade. Crion stopped and stared in astonishment, then he fell, dead. Anakin felt the surge of light draining out of him. The next minute Anakin Skywalker stood next to his grandson. "I'm very proud of you, Anakin. You did well." "Thanks," Anakin replied. "Thanks for everything." His grandfather nodded. "The force be with you, Anakin." With that, he disappeared. Anakin suddenly became aware of how tired he was and of the throbbing pain in his arm. The next second, his mother was by his side giving him a hug. Anakin winced. "Oh, Anakin. Are you all right? Did he hurt you too badly?" she asked worriedly. "I'm fine, mom," he answered. "Let's go home."
"Ready when you are," Luke answered.
"Great. Then let's get down there," Leia said.
Anakin waited until the last possible second before dodging. Crion was thrown off balance and his blade met empty air. Anakin used this to his advantage. He tripped Crion and knocked the lightsaber out of his hand. Crion rolled over, fists flying. His punch caught Anakin right in the eye and sent him flying. He hit the wall with a thud and slumped to the ground. He tried to sit up, but the movement sent a jarring pain up his arm. The next minute Crion was standing over him, lightsaber raised to strike. Anakin stared at him with surprising calmness. He wasn't afraid of death. Just as Crion moved for the killing blow, there was a sudden flash of bright light.
The spaceport was a bustle of activity as the group made their way through the streets. Up ahead, Han spied a familiar hurrying through the crowd. He pushed ahead until he was next to Boba Fett. "Hello, Fett. Any luck?" Han asked. "I was just going to get you son," Fett answered. "He's right in there." He pointed to a warehouse about three yards away. Just then Leia came up. "Then let's go get him," she said, hurrying toward the building.
Crion stumbled backward. As his eyes adjusted to the dimness, he looked around for the source of the light. All he saw was the boy talking to someone, or something, that wasn't there. Crion smiled to himself. He could strike while the boy was distracted. He wouldn't even see him until he was dead.
Anakin stood there starring at the familiar face of the man before him. It was his grandfather, Anakin Skywalker. "Listen, Anakin. Crion is too strong for you to defeat alone. As strong as you are, you're going to need help. I'm going to help, all right?" he said. "All right, but..." Anakin jumped out of the way just in time. Within the blink of an eye, he was holding the lightsaber he had once refused to use. He brought it up just in time, and the two blades met with a sizzle. At first, all Anakin could do was black the blows. Then, all of a sudden, he felt a temendous surge of light flowing through him. With a quick move, he was on the offensive and Crion was trying desperately to deflect the blows. He was astonished at how strong the boy was. Anakin saw that Crion was starting to move slower with each deflection of his blade. 'Good,' Anakin thought. 'He's tiring.' Before he knew it, Crion was down. Anakin stood over him for a second, lightsaber raised. A moment later, he switched it off and turned, walking away. At that moment, Luke and the rest of the group entered. They watched in horror as Crion made a lunge for Anakin.
Jasper watched in horror as Crion lunged at the boy. He couldn't let Crion kill him. He was too young. And he was kind. He had understood how Jasper felt. And, even though he served Crion, Anakin had taken the time to befriend him. He couldn't let him die at the hands of someone as evil and heartless as Crion. He ran forward, hoping with all his might that he would get there on time.
As Anakin turned, he knew that he was too late to block Crion's lunge. Just as he thought he was as good as dead, he was pushed out of the way. He hurriedly got to his feet and saw Jasper lying a few feet away, blood streaming from his side. Anakin went over to him. He was dead. He had died saving him. "Thank you," Anakin whispered. Just then, Crion made one, final, desperate lunge at Anakin. A moment before Crion reached him, Anakin whirled around, swinging his blade. Crion stopped and stared in astonishment, then he fell, dead. Anakin felt the surge of light draining out of him. The next minute Anakin Skywalker stood next to his grandson. "I'm very proud of you, Anakin. You did well." "Thanks," Anakin replied. "Thanks for everything." His grandfather nodded. "The force be with you, Anakin." With that, he disappeared. Anakin suddenly became aware of how tired he was and of the throbbing pain in his arm. The next second, his mother was by his side giving him a hug. Anakin winced. "Oh, Anakin. Are you all right? Did he hurt you too badly?" she asked worriedly. "I'm fine, mom," he answered. "Let's go home."