A/N Here's chp 2 edited, same as chp 1, just looked through for typos and played around with a scene or two!
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"Master? Are we returning to Coruscant?" the now 19 year-old Amalié asked. Her master nodded. The Jedi Council was called together, and Master Depa Billaba. Amalié felt relief wash over her. She had lived her entire life in the Jedi Temple, it was like returning home after a very long vacation. She looked over at her mentor. Depa looked back at her with her mysterious dark eyes. She was a human with dark skin and dark hair pulled back in numerous plaits. On the bridge of her nose were the Chalactan marks of illumination she wore in honor of her slain parents. Amalié smiled at her master.
"I wouldn't have thought you so keen on returning," her Mentor said.
"I just like being home."

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Amalié had been in Coruscant for a whole hour. She had forgotten how boring Coruscant was, especially when all the Padawans in her age group were out on missions with their mentors. She walked the familiar hallways, giving her old teachers greetings and trying to dodge seven-year-olds. She looked in the doorway, where Master Yoda was teaching small Padawans to trust their instincts. Each wore a blindfold and had a lightsaber in hand. The 'saber was no more and 1/2 meter long. Amalié smiled as how cute they were, just learning how to use the Force to their advantage. Master Yoda sensed her presence and turned to look at her. Amalié paled and walked forward. She turned quickly down another corridor. She bumped into someone while rounding the corner.
"Sorry!" she said quickly, looking at the man. He had a familiar presence. No way! Obi-Wan Kenobi? The man seemed to be thinking the same thing judging by the look on his face.
""Amalié?" he asked.
"Obi-Wan! Nice to see you!" She said with a big smile. Boy, had he changed. He was no longer the little boy she remembered. She had always been at least a head taller than him. Now she was the one who looked up. It was obvious that he had finally earned his knighthood by the small beginning of a beard he was growing and the lengthening of his dark brown hair. "I guess its Master Kenobi now." She felt a pang of jealously at her friend's accomplishment.
"Yes, I earned my knighthood," Obi-Wan said, a slight smile grew on his. Man, had she changed. Obi-Wan was amazed at how different she looked. She had grown up tall and thin. He remembered her as a rather chubby girl. The only thing that gave her away was her mesmerizing emerald eyes and long raven hair that she always wore in a knot and pulled over her shoulder. He would readily admit that she was nice to look at.
"And who is this?" she asked, looking down at the small blonde boy who stood behind Obi-Wan. "You're a Padawan, right?"
"Yes, Master, I'm Anakin Skywalker." The boy said. Amalié laughed.
"I'm not a Jedi Knight yet!" she said, giving him a friendly smile. "I'm a Padawan just like you!"
"Aren't you old to be a Padawan?"
Amalié shook her head. "No, but my trials are soon! I'm going to be a great Jedi, and I can sense that you will too, Anakin."
"What's your name? You're pretty."
"I'm Amalié. Thank you," she said, her cheeks turned scarlet. Amalié was never one who easily hid her emotions. She had one of those faces that said exactly what she felt when she felt it. "Don't be so scared," she said, felling vibrations in the Force coming from Anikin, "you have the best Master. I taught him all he knows! Just ask him, I used to kick his butt in lightsaber duels." A smile tugged at her lips.
"You wish," Obi-Wan chuckled youthfully. "I would love to stay and talk, but we have to report to the Council. Anakin, lets go?"
"Yes, I wouldn't want to hold you up." Amalié agreed.
"Goodbye Amalié," Anakin said, following his mentor. Once they got out of earshot, Anakin commented, "She's nice. I like her."
"Me too," Obi-Wan said with a smile.
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Noelani was slowly brought back to consciousness as an AR-02 driod worked away at repairing the torn flesh from her arm and other various injuries. Incapable of moving, she was strapped down with titanium belts to a metal chair hovering an unknown distance from the ground. Her clothes had been taken from her, replaced with what seemed like a white bag with holes for her head and arms made of inexpensive bantha fur. The walls around her started to flicker as the screens in her cell normally did, then the processed music filled the air with a much larger tempo as if purposely brought to make it sound lifelike in the desolate room. Suddenly, the screens jumped fully on as a surge of millions of volts entered the room and blinded it's inhabitants, which seemed to be solely her. She was transported to a bustling city, much like the pictures she had seen of Coruscant, and then closer to a generating room where three men fought desperately for their lives. The view was on all four walls of the room, making it appear as if she was there. The driod that had done this must have had a panoramic taping view, and the only one of those that had existed was one of her fathers. Each of the men wielded a weapon consumed with a blazing crystalline fire, a lightsaber. A man, younger in age wielding a blue lightsaber, fell from a higher platform and gracefully caught a second with his hands. The two remaining were caught in a laser generating field, each trapped between the opening and closed doors. The older man with long brown hair bowed on one knee and deactivated his green lightsaber. The man locked farther paced in wait for the lasers to open, his figure was entirely black and from her perspective too far to make out. Suddenly, one again the room zoomed closer to the laser doors, and as they opened, followed the men into round room with a dispatch hole in the center. The black figure turned almost facing the direct view of the room and amazement flooded Noelani's body.
"He's not dead?" She whispered to herself, "My father not dead?"
She watched caught up in every movement of her father's life, every blow, every step belonged to her as well as him. Secretly cheered for him against the two tan-coated figures, as happiness of his life made her smile. As if by her pure will and power from a distance, her father struck the elder man in the chest with his double-sided lightsaber. The younger screamed in pain at seeing his' mentor fall to his death, but Noelani waited patiently for her father to defeat him as well. He had to, there was no way he could loose. When the laser gate opened, the young one sprang upon her father breaking the double saber in half. Her father was quick to throw him down the dispatch tube, however, he held on for his life on one of the bulging racks. The seconds waiting seemed like hours, Noelani watched her father laugh in triumph, but something told her it was not over. The boy jumped into the air, summoning his mentor's saber using the force. Noelani's eyes widened and all feeling left her body at once. The saber cut her father in half pushing his lifeless body down the dispatch hole to die with no remorse. Tears fell from her eyes as she screamed in pain and tried to break free of the belts. The screen flickered and showed the scene again, and again: the silent laughing, the jump, and the sudden death. Over and over until the hatred and anger inside of her stemmed into a thousands invisible claws that ripped apart ever screen over the room, except for the one in front of her that refused to be destroyed. The new skin placed to heal her cuts split open, and the blood flooded over her body. Again, glass and broken screen chips blasted into the air as explosions filled the room and all at once it ceased to exist. Emperor Palpatine's face appeared on the remaining screen with the horrid white background of her old cell.
"They killed your father Noelani. They just attacked for no provoked reason at all, when all your father was trying to do was win his freedom from the slave handlers - to save you and the rest of your family. He died trying to save you Noelani."
"Who," choked Noelani, " who are those men?"
"They are Jedi, Noelani. The Jedi are warriors brought up to destroy the slaves and orphans like you. I gave your father a lightsaber like theirs, to try to defeat them when they attacked, but it was not enough! The Jedi will kill all of your people, just like your father."
"NO!"
"Yes they will, until someone will be brave enough to kill them. Someone who won't be afraid to fight them, someone who will kill all the Jedi."
"...Kill all the Jedi," Noelani repeated tears subsiding into anger and pure hatred.
"That someone, Noelani, is you. You have to kill the Jedi for what they have done! If you do not they will come back! They will kill the rest of your family on the 1G-28! They will kill," the emperor paused and slowly said, "Amalié."
"Amalié? They can't kill Amalié, they just can't!" Noelani screamed as fresh tears fell down her face.
"Oh but they will! They do not understand or care about friendship or love. Save your people, Noelani, save your beliefs! Save what you love..." The emperor whispered before disappearing from the screen.
"Save what you love..." Noelani whispered to herself between choked tears as the screen flickered off and the room became a desolate peaceful black.
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"Master!" Amalié said with a grin. "You'll never guess who I saw today?"
"An old friend, Obi-Wan Kenobi, am I right?" Depa asked.
"It's not nice when you read my mind like that," Amalié scowled. Her master laughed.
"You need to learn to control you emotions. You are very easily read when you're excited."
"Oh. Sorry Master. I'll work on that."
Depa chuckled. "So, what happened?" Her Master was always up for a little girl talk.
"It was rather nice to see him. He's probably the only person I could call a friend. When I was younger, I didn't talk to people, especially after.... Noelani." It hurt just to say her name. She flinched as she remembered the darkness she had felt when they took Noelani away, screaming and crying. Noelani had sworn she'd come back for Amalié. Depa nodded. Even though her Padawan never mentioned the girl known as Noelani, she knew all about it. She was one of those on the council that had decided to send her to IG-28.
"It's late," Depa, said. "Why don't we get some sleep, come my young Padawan."
"Yes Master."

Obi-Wan lay awake in his bunk. I'm not a Jedi Knight yet! He remembered. He thought it odd that Amalié hadn't yet faced the trials. She was always at the head of her classes, and had remarkable skills in Force manipulation, lightsaber and hand-to-hand combat. She's always been so in tuned with the Force. Master Depa made sure she was farther ahead than the rest of us, she has very high hopes for Amalié.
"Maybe Master Depa doesn't think she's ready," he thought aloud to himself. "Master Qui-Gon told the Council when he though I was ready." His voice got somewhat shaky at the mention of Qui-Gon Jinn, also trying to put out of his mind the only reason Qui-Gon had said that was so he could train Anakin. He had only passed away a few long months before. Anger boiled in him toward the Sith. He hated every bone in their bodies. Obi-Wan had vowed to himself at Qui-Gon's funeral that he would never again lose someone to the Sith.
"Obi-Wan?" Anakin's head peaked into the room. "Can I talk to you?"
"Yes, of course." Obi-Wan sat up, confused. "Can't you sleep?"
"No sir. I... I miss my mother," he said, somewhat embarrassed.
"Anakin. How many times have we gone over this? It's perfectly natural for you to miss her." Obi-Wan went into a long speech about how he needed to put that in the back of his mind. Anakin scowled. He didn't much like his mentor.
"I know." He said sharply.
"Annie." Obi-Wan sighed, and rustled his spiky hair. Anakin smiled. "Now, why don't you get some sleep my young Padawan? And I believe that I should do the same." Anakin nodded and left the room. Obi-Wan sighed again, and rubbed the short whiskers on his chin and thought, I should put Amalié into the back of my mind. I need to concentrate on my Padawan, not my friend.
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A/N See? Didn't I tell ya? Please R and R!