Chapter Four
(A.N. And the rain-rain-rain came down-down-down in rushing rising
torrents, and the writer was kept inside to write some more of the story.
And I made him scraggly 'cause I just saw it that way. Sorry.)
Chapter Four
Padme looked around. The thieves were no-where to be found. Not that they needed to be found, Captain Typho would definitely want them to be arrested. And against her wishes she would listen to her own good sense and have them arrested. She looked around again, nope.
"Look out!"
Padme glanced up just in time to see someone coming right down on top of her. Her surprise was quickly surpassed by fear as the realization of how heavy that blonde thief might be. And she was not wrong, when he landed on her it was like having a brick wall fall on her. For a minute the world spun because her head had hit the tiled floor, but then she realized he was still on top of her, the arrogant-----
Without hesitation Padme punched him dead in the face.
Anakin rolled away, gingerly touching his nose, "Bantha-fodder, girl!"
That's when the display case Padme was standing in front of received a laser-blast right where Padme's chest had been and burst into flames. The case sputtered melted glass, crashing in on itself, sending the occupants of the mall into pure panic.
Another laser-bolt hit the ground just an inch from her head, momentarily blinding her.
"M'lady!" Captain Typho yelled, "Take cover!"
Still blind, Padme tried to get to her feet, then felt Captain Typho's hands on her arms pulling her down and away. Thank the stars for bodyguards.
Padme blinked, trying to get her vision to clear. People were screaming and trying to get to the exits. They were hurling themselves through the glass windows of the stores, and falling down the escalators.
Finally, Padme's vision cleared, and she looked around for Captain Typho. Instead, finding Anakin sitting next to her behind the stone column. The guy was looking around the column between laser-bolts trying not to get his head shot-off.
"We have to get out of here." Anakin yelled over the laser blasts.
"Like sith-spawn I will!" Padme yelled back. How would she know if he actually had something to do with the people who were shooting at here right now! Glancing over her shoulder she could see Captain Typho in the middle of a laser-fight with whoever was on the second floor above them.
"Look around!" Anakin yelled in her ear, the noise was getting louder.
"You're crazy!" Padme yelled back, but just the same took a look behind the column.
"They're coming around," Anakin yelled as a laser bolt whizzed past his ear.
Padme now saw half a dozen robbed assassins positioned on the second level, steadily maneuvering themselves around so that they would be in for a clear shot at her head.
"Soon we're gonna be toast!" Anakin yelled.
Padme sat back against the column. Why was she always getting into these positions?
"Common!" Grabbing Padme's arm Anakin practically dragger her to the door, dodging laser bolts, and weaving in and out of display cases.
Finally Padme got her feet under her and ran with him, it was really the only thing to do since his grip on her arm might as well have been iron. Then, the were outside.
Anakin ran up to what Padme guessed was his speeder. It was a rickety thing that was probably older than she was. It had an open top, and a backseat. Anakin jumped in. Padme climbed in, falling into the copilot's seat. The other scrawny thief was relaxing in the back seat.
"Where were ya there friend?" Anakin asked Slin as he slammed the speeder into full drive.
"Well..." Slin said, struggling to get his restraint on, "I was keeping ya covered from the rear!"
"Yeah, sure."
Padme looked behind them, and spotted a black cruiser speeder, which was gaining fast. "They're coming after us!"
"Hold on!" Anakin yelled.
"Tight lady," Slin said, desperately trying to get a better grip on the back seat arm-rests, "This is going to be interesting."
Anakin could tell Padme was a little worried, "I've known how to fly before I could walk."
That's so comforting, Padme thought.
Anakin suddenly pulled the speeder up, climbing twenty stories, then straitened out and clipping a corner around a building so close if they had been an inch closer they would have
Padme felt as if her stomach and other essential organs were in the back-seat. But she looked behind her and saw that somehow the huge cruiser speeder had kept up. "They're still there." She yelled.
"What do they have in that thing?" Anakin wondered aloud. Normally a sleek little craft like his could easily out-run a big junker like what was following them.
To be continued! (See I put another one on. And he does get money. But that's in the next chapter)
Chapter Four
Padme looked around. The thieves were no-where to be found. Not that they needed to be found, Captain Typho would definitely want them to be arrested. And against her wishes she would listen to her own good sense and have them arrested. She looked around again, nope.
"Look out!"
Padme glanced up just in time to see someone coming right down on top of her. Her surprise was quickly surpassed by fear as the realization of how heavy that blonde thief might be. And she was not wrong, when he landed on her it was like having a brick wall fall on her. For a minute the world spun because her head had hit the tiled floor, but then she realized he was still on top of her, the arrogant-----
Without hesitation Padme punched him dead in the face.
Anakin rolled away, gingerly touching his nose, "Bantha-fodder, girl!"
That's when the display case Padme was standing in front of received a laser-blast right where Padme's chest had been and burst into flames. The case sputtered melted glass, crashing in on itself, sending the occupants of the mall into pure panic.
Another laser-bolt hit the ground just an inch from her head, momentarily blinding her.
"M'lady!" Captain Typho yelled, "Take cover!"
Still blind, Padme tried to get to her feet, then felt Captain Typho's hands on her arms pulling her down and away. Thank the stars for bodyguards.
Padme blinked, trying to get her vision to clear. People were screaming and trying to get to the exits. They were hurling themselves through the glass windows of the stores, and falling down the escalators.
Finally, Padme's vision cleared, and she looked around for Captain Typho. Instead, finding Anakin sitting next to her behind the stone column. The guy was looking around the column between laser-bolts trying not to get his head shot-off.
"We have to get out of here." Anakin yelled over the laser blasts.
"Like sith-spawn I will!" Padme yelled back. How would she know if he actually had something to do with the people who were shooting at here right now! Glancing over her shoulder she could see Captain Typho in the middle of a laser-fight with whoever was on the second floor above them.
"Look around!" Anakin yelled in her ear, the noise was getting louder.
"You're crazy!" Padme yelled back, but just the same took a look behind the column.
"They're coming around," Anakin yelled as a laser bolt whizzed past his ear.
Padme now saw half a dozen robbed assassins positioned on the second level, steadily maneuvering themselves around so that they would be in for a clear shot at her head.
"Soon we're gonna be toast!" Anakin yelled.
Padme sat back against the column. Why was she always getting into these positions?
"Common!" Grabbing Padme's arm Anakin practically dragger her to the door, dodging laser bolts, and weaving in and out of display cases.
Finally Padme got her feet under her and ran with him, it was really the only thing to do since his grip on her arm might as well have been iron. Then, the were outside.
Anakin ran up to what Padme guessed was his speeder. It was a rickety thing that was probably older than she was. It had an open top, and a backseat. Anakin jumped in. Padme climbed in, falling into the copilot's seat. The other scrawny thief was relaxing in the back seat.
"Where were ya there friend?" Anakin asked Slin as he slammed the speeder into full drive.
"Well..." Slin said, struggling to get his restraint on, "I was keeping ya covered from the rear!"
"Yeah, sure."
Padme looked behind them, and spotted a black cruiser speeder, which was gaining fast. "They're coming after us!"
"Hold on!" Anakin yelled.
"Tight lady," Slin said, desperately trying to get a better grip on the back seat arm-rests, "This is going to be interesting."
Anakin could tell Padme was a little worried, "I've known how to fly before I could walk."
That's so comforting, Padme thought.
Anakin suddenly pulled the speeder up, climbing twenty stories, then straitened out and clipping a corner around a building so close if they had been an inch closer they would have
Padme felt as if her stomach and other essential organs were in the back-seat. But she looked behind her and saw that somehow the huge cruiser speeder had kept up. "They're still there." She yelled.
"What do they have in that thing?" Anakin wondered aloud. Normally a sleek little craft like his could easily out-run a big junker like what was following them.
To be continued! (See I put another one on. And he does get money. But that's in the next chapter)