Chapter XXI: Memories
Anakin had woken up one month after the incident at Dathomir. To him, he had hoped it had been all one horrible nightmare. But, after looking at all of the bacta patches on his body, he knew it wouldn't be one. Obi-Wan and Luminara had filled him in on what had happened two days after he woke up Raza's battle with Dooku, the fall of the Nightsister Citadel. He of course, recalled everything else that happened to him as well: the raping by Glacia, the tortures by the Nightsisters. His nightmares wouldn't let him forget. But he knew he would get over it. It would be a dishonor to Raza's memory to allow such things to rule his life. He had cried definetitly when he heard of Raza's death, he felt a special bond
to the alien. One similar to the one he had shared with Obi-Wan, just a little bit stronger. Of course, recalling Raza's memory, he realized that today was Raza's memorial service.
The Council of Twelve sat once more in their glorious room, looking omnipotent as usual. The only difference was, Luminara, Obi-Wan, and Anakin could all feel the remorse of the passing of a fellow Jedi. It was very rare to be able to read a Jedi Master's emotions, for a Master to have his emotions flooding out like so, indicated that the particular event to bring out such emotions were indeed important.
"My Fellow Jedi," started Yoda. "Come have we today, to respect the passing of a fellow Jedi. Raza Dactari." With Raza's name, a hologram of him came to life in the center of the Chamber. Seeing it brought tears to all three Jedi's eyes, neither ashamed to show them or let them flow. "A soldier he was, of great caliber. But more importantly, loyal was
he, to his own heart. A trait a true Jedi shows. Although as Jedi, we are to not fear death, we should still honor it. So, to you Raza Dactari, we honor thee, and in light of your passing, bestow on you, the level of Jedi Master. May your spirit guide those in the Force, as you have guided many here today. May the Force be With You" All repeated in unison, each bowing their head in respect. The ceremony was officially closed. With its closure, each Council Member left the room, as did Obi-Wan and Luminara, her golden face stained with tears that she was still allowing to flow. Anakin was left alone, except for one small pointy-eared Master of the Force.
"Close friend of yours, he was eh?" asked Yoda.
"Closer than you could imagine Master Yoda."
"Doubt that, I do. Felt your bond did I when you returned. Felt the sorrow that you expressed when learned of Raza's passing. Which is what I wish to talk to you alone about Jedi Skywalker."
"Master?" asked Anakin curiously.
"A body was never recovered Anakin, and the ruins were indeed checked well. That is why we showed the hologram. Plus, heard have I, his voice in the Force. But quiet you must keep this, because know not do I if he is alive or dead. Also, we would not want his advisories to learn of this would we?"
"No Master, of course not. And I too doubted he died, because he sent me a telepathic message while I was unconscious, and it is what partially brought me back to reality."
"What message was this Young Skywalker?"
"He said, 'I love you.' "
Yoda merely smiled, and left the Chamber, a rather wide smile covering his face, leaving Anakin to think about the love he had, and the love he lost.
At the same time, beneath the City Planet of Coruscant, two dark figures met within the confines of the shadows. One, wearing a night colored cloak, all concealed except for his hands and lower portion of his mouth. This dark figure's name was Darth Sidious. The other, elder humans male, a white beard surrounding his lower portion, his once cool complexion worn and
fatigued. It was Dooku.
"I am not pleased with your work Lord Tyrannous. It is sheer luck that I found you and brought you back here."
"I do apologize My Lord, but the Jedi used a move that I never knew existed."
"It matters not now. He is dead, and our secret is still safe. All the Jedi know is that some grand scheme is being created. Nothing more."
"Of course My Lord."
"You look weary my Apprentice. You should rest."
"I have My Lord. But something puzzles me, and it has brought me great disdain."
"What is that Lord Tyrannous?"
"I have lost my connection to the Dark Side."
Anakin had woken up one month after the incident at Dathomir. To him, he had hoped it had been all one horrible nightmare. But, after looking at all of the bacta patches on his body, he knew it wouldn't be one. Obi-Wan and Luminara had filled him in on what had happened two days after he woke up Raza's battle with Dooku, the fall of the Nightsister Citadel. He of course, recalled everything else that happened to him as well: the raping by Glacia, the tortures by the Nightsisters. His nightmares wouldn't let him forget. But he knew he would get over it. It would be a dishonor to Raza's memory to allow such things to rule his life. He had cried definetitly when he heard of Raza's death, he felt a special bond
to the alien. One similar to the one he had shared with Obi-Wan, just a little bit stronger. Of course, recalling Raza's memory, he realized that today was Raza's memorial service.
The Council of Twelve sat once more in their glorious room, looking omnipotent as usual. The only difference was, Luminara, Obi-Wan, and Anakin could all feel the remorse of the passing of a fellow Jedi. It was very rare to be able to read a Jedi Master's emotions, for a Master to have his emotions flooding out like so, indicated that the particular event to bring out such emotions were indeed important.
"My Fellow Jedi," started Yoda. "Come have we today, to respect the passing of a fellow Jedi. Raza Dactari." With Raza's name, a hologram of him came to life in the center of the Chamber. Seeing it brought tears to all three Jedi's eyes, neither ashamed to show them or let them flow. "A soldier he was, of great caliber. But more importantly, loyal was
he, to his own heart. A trait a true Jedi shows. Although as Jedi, we are to not fear death, we should still honor it. So, to you Raza Dactari, we honor thee, and in light of your passing, bestow on you, the level of Jedi Master. May your spirit guide those in the Force, as you have guided many here today. May the Force be With You" All repeated in unison, each bowing their head in respect. The ceremony was officially closed. With its closure, each Council Member left the room, as did Obi-Wan and Luminara, her golden face stained with tears that she was still allowing to flow. Anakin was left alone, except for one small pointy-eared Master of the Force.
"Close friend of yours, he was eh?" asked Yoda.
"Closer than you could imagine Master Yoda."
"Doubt that, I do. Felt your bond did I when you returned. Felt the sorrow that you expressed when learned of Raza's passing. Which is what I wish to talk to you alone about Jedi Skywalker."
"Master?" asked Anakin curiously.
"A body was never recovered Anakin, and the ruins were indeed checked well. That is why we showed the hologram. Plus, heard have I, his voice in the Force. But quiet you must keep this, because know not do I if he is alive or dead. Also, we would not want his advisories to learn of this would we?"
"No Master, of course not. And I too doubted he died, because he sent me a telepathic message while I was unconscious, and it is what partially brought me back to reality."
"What message was this Young Skywalker?"
"He said, 'I love you.' "
Yoda merely smiled, and left the Chamber, a rather wide smile covering his face, leaving Anakin to think about the love he had, and the love he lost.
At the same time, beneath the City Planet of Coruscant, two dark figures met within the confines of the shadows. One, wearing a night colored cloak, all concealed except for his hands and lower portion of his mouth. This dark figure's name was Darth Sidious. The other, elder humans male, a white beard surrounding his lower portion, his once cool complexion worn and
fatigued. It was Dooku.
"I am not pleased with your work Lord Tyrannous. It is sheer luck that I found you and brought you back here."
"I do apologize My Lord, but the Jedi used a move that I never knew existed."
"It matters not now. He is dead, and our secret is still safe. All the Jedi know is that some grand scheme is being created. Nothing more."
"Of course My Lord."
"You look weary my Apprentice. You should rest."
"I have My Lord. But something puzzles me, and it has brought me great disdain."
"What is that Lord Tyrannous?"
"I have lost my connection to the Dark Side."