Turning Around
By: Amithyst Blade (yes my TFN name has changed because of my use of language on EOP. Live and learn and that is something I so am not doing again!!!)
Disclaimers: This story was a creation in turn created because of a friend's wish to be in the Star Wars universe. My characters are: Amithyst Blade and Shaun Nightshadows.
Rating: PG
Time: Somewhere around Episode III.
Summary: She believes in freedom and justice. He believes in the powers of the darkside. He is the hunter and she is the prey, but she can't hide forever.
***chapter one***
"Ami? You down here?" Zeth Durron called out into the darkness. A faint light could be seen flickering in the shadows of the den because of the poorly lit area. Climbing down the few stairs there were, Zeth was careful to balance the tray of food he was doing his best to keep stable.
It was way past ten, and Amithyst Blade, an eighteen-year-old female Jedi human who was secretly hiding in the Durron household, had not eaten all day. Zeth's parents still were not home yet, and fears of what might have happened to them started to set in. He had only realized that Amithyst had not come out of the den since the break of dawn.
Once he had put his little brother Kyp, who was nine, to bed, Zeth thought he should make something for her too eat. After all, she is a guest, he told himself.
"Amithyst?"
"Yeah, I'm here," a faint voice called out from the left side of the room.
Turning the corner, Zeth saw the silhouette of a shapely woman huddled on the small sofa. Wrapped in a blanket, a silver data pad rested on her lap along with a piece of flimsy.
Taking a few steps towards her, young man set the tray of food on the caffeine table next to her, and then took a seat on the armrest. Leaning over her shoulder, he studied the flimsy and recognized it as the blueprints for a building.
"You still worried about the assignment?" he asked her calmly than he anticipated. Zeth's hands made their way onto her shoulders and began to rub the tension out of them.
She still managed to keep her focus and answered tiredly, "Not worried, just concerned. When we go in, I want to make sure we slip in and out without any delays." Amithyst let out a sigh. "General Kenobi handed us this mission because he trusts us. A lot more than some basic proposals of our bases location rests on this."
Nodding, he silently agreed. He brushed back her long cinnamon hair out of her face and leaned forward to whisper into her ear. "Just trust in the Force and don't let the details get to you. We'll make it. We always do."
Instead of an answer, Amithyst continued to stare at the flimsy when a loud and distinctive beeping entered their ears. She jumped at the sound. He could not help but laugh at her.
"What?" Amithyst cooed sarcastically at the teen. She unwrapped herself out of the blanket and from her seat standing up and grabbed her comlink putting it up to her lips before Zeth could answer she was speaking, this time to the communication device.
"Permission to speak granted."
"Blade, this is Antilles."
"Wedgy? Is that you?" she laughing in joy. "Where in a Hutt's uncle are you?"
Static entered the connection, but the familiar voice of the young and very experienced X-wing fighter could be heard. "-has been looking for you. So have I. And I've been meaning to tell you something I think you and Zeth should hear."
Amithyst glanced towards Zeth's way and smiled as she spoke into the comlink. "He's here, now spit it out."
There was a long break of silence before Wedge answered. This caught both the teens off guard.
"Wedge, what's wrong? Just say it!" she yelled lowly not to wake Kyp.
"There are rumors spreading throughout the star systems that General Kenobi is dead."
Amithyst swallowed doing her best to take in the news. She was unsuccessful.
Zeth was already on his feet and caught the shocked young woman in his arms. His arm wrapped around her waist as the other took the comlink from her grip, which was not fairly hard at all. Steadying her wavy balance, Zeth allowed her to lean against his body as he tried to continue the conversation.
Lifting the link to his lips, he spoke. "What facts do you know about this? I mean, it just could be another Imperial cover up like the last one."
"Except the last one was true." Wedge warned. The tone in his voice was solid, and full of anger and resentment. "The last time the Imperials took to gossip lane and a civilian spoke out against it, my father and mother were murdered and my brother and sister are probably dead for all I know."
Taking in a deep breath, Zeth winced as his friend let out the hurt he was feeling inside. Wedge never had spoken of his past much, but when he did, he always made it known.
A soft apologizing voice flooded through the speaker once again. "I'm sorry, dude. It w-"
"Don't apologize. The Empire has taken a lot from each of us already."
"I just don't want to jump to conclusions."
Wedge silently agreed. "Kenobi was last seen headed towards Alderaan. He stopped off at one of the Rebellion's refueling stations. As far as that, he hasn't been heard from in three weeks." He paused. "I promise to keep you to updated on all this-"
"We're going tonight." Amithyst interrupted.
Zeth nearly dropped the comlink at the sound and seriousness in her voice. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Thankfully, Wedge retaliated her for him.
"Going where? You've been stationed on Deyer for a reason, Blade. Reason one, so you could find out the latest on the Imperial's next move, since the world being one of their most prestigious military and commanding fields in the galaxy." He paused for a second, before continuing. "And two, you're one of the last original Jedi left who are learned in the ways of the Force. We can't lose you. Not now."
Shifting back onto her feet and her own weight, Amithyst gave a slight push away from Zeth's body. "Neither can we allow the Empire to kill those who are aiding us in liberation. If we wait any longer then they will only die, prolonging the inevitable for those of who direct this cause of freedom from this dictatorship."
"What about you?" Zeth posed.
Turning to face him, Amithyst made a face in disgust. "What about me?" She stated clearly. "Just because I may be one of the last few who know the Jedi arts, but just because of that doesn't mean I have the right to sit and hide from what's really going on! I joined to help others. Not save myself."
Before either could respond, she was out of the den leaving Zeth standing in perplexity.
"Zeth? ZETH, what happened? Where's Ami?" Wedge yelled through the comlink startling the sixteen-year-old back into reality.
Blinking back trying to recover from the hurriedness of the situation, he replied hesitantly. "I think she made up her mind."
"Go with her."
"Like I wouldn't?"
"May the Force be with you, Zeth."
"And you too, Wedge."
By: Amithyst Blade (yes my TFN name has changed because of my use of language on EOP. Live and learn and that is something I so am not doing again!!!)
Disclaimers: This story was a creation in turn created because of a friend's wish to be in the Star Wars universe. My characters are: Amithyst Blade and Shaun Nightshadows.
Rating: PG
Time: Somewhere around Episode III.
Summary: She believes in freedom and justice. He believes in the powers of the darkside. He is the hunter and she is the prey, but she can't hide forever.
***chapter one***
"Ami? You down here?" Zeth Durron called out into the darkness. A faint light could be seen flickering in the shadows of the den because of the poorly lit area. Climbing down the few stairs there were, Zeth was careful to balance the tray of food he was doing his best to keep stable.
It was way past ten, and Amithyst Blade, an eighteen-year-old female Jedi human who was secretly hiding in the Durron household, had not eaten all day. Zeth's parents still were not home yet, and fears of what might have happened to them started to set in. He had only realized that Amithyst had not come out of the den since the break of dawn.
Once he had put his little brother Kyp, who was nine, to bed, Zeth thought he should make something for her too eat. After all, she is a guest, he told himself.
"Amithyst?"
"Yeah, I'm here," a faint voice called out from the left side of the room.
Turning the corner, Zeth saw the silhouette of a shapely woman huddled on the small sofa. Wrapped in a blanket, a silver data pad rested on her lap along with a piece of flimsy.
Taking a few steps towards her, young man set the tray of food on the caffeine table next to her, and then took a seat on the armrest. Leaning over her shoulder, he studied the flimsy and recognized it as the blueprints for a building.
"You still worried about the assignment?" he asked her calmly than he anticipated. Zeth's hands made their way onto her shoulders and began to rub the tension out of them.
She still managed to keep her focus and answered tiredly, "Not worried, just concerned. When we go in, I want to make sure we slip in and out without any delays." Amithyst let out a sigh. "General Kenobi handed us this mission because he trusts us. A lot more than some basic proposals of our bases location rests on this."
Nodding, he silently agreed. He brushed back her long cinnamon hair out of her face and leaned forward to whisper into her ear. "Just trust in the Force and don't let the details get to you. We'll make it. We always do."
Instead of an answer, Amithyst continued to stare at the flimsy when a loud and distinctive beeping entered their ears. She jumped at the sound. He could not help but laugh at her.
"What?" Amithyst cooed sarcastically at the teen. She unwrapped herself out of the blanket and from her seat standing up and grabbed her comlink putting it up to her lips before Zeth could answer she was speaking, this time to the communication device.
"Permission to speak granted."
"Blade, this is Antilles."
"Wedgy? Is that you?" she laughing in joy. "Where in a Hutt's uncle are you?"
Static entered the connection, but the familiar voice of the young and very experienced X-wing fighter could be heard. "-has been looking for you. So have I. And I've been meaning to tell you something I think you and Zeth should hear."
Amithyst glanced towards Zeth's way and smiled as she spoke into the comlink. "He's here, now spit it out."
There was a long break of silence before Wedge answered. This caught both the teens off guard.
"Wedge, what's wrong? Just say it!" she yelled lowly not to wake Kyp.
"There are rumors spreading throughout the star systems that General Kenobi is dead."
Amithyst swallowed doing her best to take in the news. She was unsuccessful.
Zeth was already on his feet and caught the shocked young woman in his arms. His arm wrapped around her waist as the other took the comlink from her grip, which was not fairly hard at all. Steadying her wavy balance, Zeth allowed her to lean against his body as he tried to continue the conversation.
Lifting the link to his lips, he spoke. "What facts do you know about this? I mean, it just could be another Imperial cover up like the last one."
"Except the last one was true." Wedge warned. The tone in his voice was solid, and full of anger and resentment. "The last time the Imperials took to gossip lane and a civilian spoke out against it, my father and mother were murdered and my brother and sister are probably dead for all I know."
Taking in a deep breath, Zeth winced as his friend let out the hurt he was feeling inside. Wedge never had spoken of his past much, but when he did, he always made it known.
A soft apologizing voice flooded through the speaker once again. "I'm sorry, dude. It w-"
"Don't apologize. The Empire has taken a lot from each of us already."
"I just don't want to jump to conclusions."
Wedge silently agreed. "Kenobi was last seen headed towards Alderaan. He stopped off at one of the Rebellion's refueling stations. As far as that, he hasn't been heard from in three weeks." He paused. "I promise to keep you to updated on all this-"
"We're going tonight." Amithyst interrupted.
Zeth nearly dropped the comlink at the sound and seriousness in her voice. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Thankfully, Wedge retaliated her for him.
"Going where? You've been stationed on Deyer for a reason, Blade. Reason one, so you could find out the latest on the Imperial's next move, since the world being one of their most prestigious military and commanding fields in the galaxy." He paused for a second, before continuing. "And two, you're one of the last original Jedi left who are learned in the ways of the Force. We can't lose you. Not now."
Shifting back onto her feet and her own weight, Amithyst gave a slight push away from Zeth's body. "Neither can we allow the Empire to kill those who are aiding us in liberation. If we wait any longer then they will only die, prolonging the inevitable for those of who direct this cause of freedom from this dictatorship."
"What about you?" Zeth posed.
Turning to face him, Amithyst made a face in disgust. "What about me?" She stated clearly. "Just because I may be one of the last few who know the Jedi arts, but just because of that doesn't mean I have the right to sit and hide from what's really going on! I joined to help others. Not save myself."
Before either could respond, she was out of the den leaving Zeth standing in perplexity.
"Zeth? ZETH, what happened? Where's Ami?" Wedge yelled through the comlink startling the sixteen-year-old back into reality.
Blinking back trying to recover from the hurriedness of the situation, he replied hesitantly. "I think she made up her mind."
"Go with her."
"Like I wouldn't?"
"May the Force be with you, Zeth."
"And you too, Wedge."