Authors Notes :: Ooooh, still reading? Yay! I love ya! Well, the plot is
being to thicken, my dears. Dun dun dun....
The young jedi waved his hand in front of the large, silver doors. At his command, the softly swung open and allowed him to enter the council meeting room. He pulled his cloak a bit closer. It was always dreadfully cold. His boots clicked quietly against the floor as he took his place in the center of the Jedi council's circle.
"Masters," Obi-Wan Kenobi stated in his usual soft, accent-filled tone, "I have felt the disturbance in the Force again."
"We have felt it too." Mace Windu said as he cast a glance around the circle. "Tell me, what have you noticed this time?"
Obi-Wan closed his eyes for a moment and allowed himself to reach out to the Force. Silently he listened until he received the responce he was searching for. He opened his eyes and focused his attention upon Mace again.
"It is much closer, Masters. I have a terrible feeling about this," he replied.
The short, green, wrinkled jedi master's ears perked up a bit as Obi- Wan spoke. Although the future was always changing, Yoda nearly smirked at what he saw as a possibility.
"Me tell will you. Feelings have you. Where?" Yoda questioned, in his normally odd tone of varying pitches and random noices.
"Forgive me, Master Yoda, but what do you mean?" Obi-Wan inquired.
"In here," Yoda said while tapping a green finger to his wrinkled head, "Or here." He moved his finger toward his chest and gave it a light tap.
"I'm not sure I understand, Master Yoda." he said.
"In time will you." Yoda stated in a somewhat haunting tone.
~*~
"For once, I truly don't want to be the queen." Sabe whispered to Captain Panaka as the other handmaidens began twisting her hair into Amidala's intricate fashion. Worry danced all around the girl's face. She had stood in for the queen many times, but Amidala was always by her side. If she was unsure, she would gaze toward her handmaidens and one would nod ever so slightly. She was alone now. Hours had passed without a responce from the queen. They didn't want to deal with questions from an impatient, uncaring senate. Sabe truly had no other option.
"There's nothing to worry about, I'm sure." Captain Panaka said, hiding his own fears for the good of the queen. "It was probably just the stress of the day that got to her. She'll wake up soon enough. Until then, you're the queen. When they ask what happened, say that you felt ill. When they ask about continuing, say you'd like to come back another day once your health has returned."
Sabe nodded, yet her heart was still filled with worry.
"The queen has never been known to faint." she said so softly she could barely hear herself. She stared at her reflection. She looked like the queen, sounded like the queen, and for the moment carried the power of the queen. However, being the queen was something even Sabe hadn't mastered just yet.
"What shall we do until you return?" Rabe questioned.
"Guard the queen with your lives." Sabe said softly, "Watch over her. Change the cloth on her forehead every twenty minutes. Perhaps the cold will help her to respond... "
"What if she awakes?" Eriate asked.
"Keep her calm. Tell her the situation is under control." Sabe said.
"And if she's not calm?" Rabe inquired.
"Call for us." Captain Panaka stated.
~*~
"Obi-Wan," Mace stated, "we would like to question your padawan."
The young jedi furrowed a brow and gave his elder a questioning glance, but thought it would be best not to comment.
"If his potential is as strong as Qui-Gonn always said it was, perhaps he could offer some insight to this." Mace continued.
"His powers are not that developed yet. Sometimes I wonder if he can distinguish the Force from the crickets ouside his window. His skills are developing greatly, but I'm not sure if his answers will meet up to your expectations just yet. Since the disturbances began, it's been extremely difficult to work with him." Obi-Wan said.
"Question him we shall." Yoda stated.
"Yes, Masters," Obi-Wan replied with a short sigh. He turned to the doors and with a wave of his hand they opened again. A guard peered inside.
"Send for Anakin Skywalker." Obi-Wan said.
"Yes, sir." the guard replied.
~*~
Eriate held a cold cloth upon the fallen queen's forehead. Amidala gave no sort of responce. Eriate cast a nervous glance to Rabe. The pair sighed, for they didn't know what to do to aid their queen.
The queen appeared to be sleeping soundly upon the small sofa. She was dressed in the shimmering blue and silver handmaiden's gown. Her pale makeup was removed. Her brown locks were down and fanned out around her. She appeared perfectly serene.
However, in her mind everything was dark and cold. She struggled to gather enough strength to open her weary eyelids. She felt as through a dark, cold blanket had been wrapped around her. She forced herself to peek out. One eye finally fluttered open, followed by the other, but instead of seeing light, they were met with darkness.
"Your majesty!" both handmaiden's gasped simeltaneously.
The young jedi waved his hand in front of the large, silver doors. At his command, the softly swung open and allowed him to enter the council meeting room. He pulled his cloak a bit closer. It was always dreadfully cold. His boots clicked quietly against the floor as he took his place in the center of the Jedi council's circle.
"Masters," Obi-Wan Kenobi stated in his usual soft, accent-filled tone, "I have felt the disturbance in the Force again."
"We have felt it too." Mace Windu said as he cast a glance around the circle. "Tell me, what have you noticed this time?"
Obi-Wan closed his eyes for a moment and allowed himself to reach out to the Force. Silently he listened until he received the responce he was searching for. He opened his eyes and focused his attention upon Mace again.
"It is much closer, Masters. I have a terrible feeling about this," he replied.
The short, green, wrinkled jedi master's ears perked up a bit as Obi- Wan spoke. Although the future was always changing, Yoda nearly smirked at what he saw as a possibility.
"Me tell will you. Feelings have you. Where?" Yoda questioned, in his normally odd tone of varying pitches and random noices.
"Forgive me, Master Yoda, but what do you mean?" Obi-Wan inquired.
"In here," Yoda said while tapping a green finger to his wrinkled head, "Or here." He moved his finger toward his chest and gave it a light tap.
"I'm not sure I understand, Master Yoda." he said.
"In time will you." Yoda stated in a somewhat haunting tone.
~*~
"For once, I truly don't want to be the queen." Sabe whispered to Captain Panaka as the other handmaidens began twisting her hair into Amidala's intricate fashion. Worry danced all around the girl's face. She had stood in for the queen many times, but Amidala was always by her side. If she was unsure, she would gaze toward her handmaidens and one would nod ever so slightly. She was alone now. Hours had passed without a responce from the queen. They didn't want to deal with questions from an impatient, uncaring senate. Sabe truly had no other option.
"There's nothing to worry about, I'm sure." Captain Panaka said, hiding his own fears for the good of the queen. "It was probably just the stress of the day that got to her. She'll wake up soon enough. Until then, you're the queen. When they ask what happened, say that you felt ill. When they ask about continuing, say you'd like to come back another day once your health has returned."
Sabe nodded, yet her heart was still filled with worry.
"The queen has never been known to faint." she said so softly she could barely hear herself. She stared at her reflection. She looked like the queen, sounded like the queen, and for the moment carried the power of the queen. However, being the queen was something even Sabe hadn't mastered just yet.
"What shall we do until you return?" Rabe questioned.
"Guard the queen with your lives." Sabe said softly, "Watch over her. Change the cloth on her forehead every twenty minutes. Perhaps the cold will help her to respond... "
"What if she awakes?" Eriate asked.
"Keep her calm. Tell her the situation is under control." Sabe said.
"And if she's not calm?" Rabe inquired.
"Call for us." Captain Panaka stated.
~*~
"Obi-Wan," Mace stated, "we would like to question your padawan."
The young jedi furrowed a brow and gave his elder a questioning glance, but thought it would be best not to comment.
"If his potential is as strong as Qui-Gonn always said it was, perhaps he could offer some insight to this." Mace continued.
"His powers are not that developed yet. Sometimes I wonder if he can distinguish the Force from the crickets ouside his window. His skills are developing greatly, but I'm not sure if his answers will meet up to your expectations just yet. Since the disturbances began, it's been extremely difficult to work with him." Obi-Wan said.
"Question him we shall." Yoda stated.
"Yes, Masters," Obi-Wan replied with a short sigh. He turned to the doors and with a wave of his hand they opened again. A guard peered inside.
"Send for Anakin Skywalker." Obi-Wan said.
"Yes, sir." the guard replied.
~*~
Eriate held a cold cloth upon the fallen queen's forehead. Amidala gave no sort of responce. Eriate cast a nervous glance to Rabe. The pair sighed, for they didn't know what to do to aid their queen.
The queen appeared to be sleeping soundly upon the small sofa. She was dressed in the shimmering blue and silver handmaiden's gown. Her pale makeup was removed. Her brown locks were down and fanned out around her. She appeared perfectly serene.
However, in her mind everything was dark and cold. She struggled to gather enough strength to open her weary eyelids. She felt as through a dark, cold blanket had been wrapped around her. She forced herself to peek out. One eye finally fluttered open, followed by the other, but instead of seeing light, they were met with darkness.
"Your majesty!" both handmaiden's gasped simeltaneously.
