CHAPTER 10!
(A.N. Okay, here I am, typing away on a Saturday night...You guys are lucky I have no social life...HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!)
Padme took a step back from Anakin, staring at him. When he did open his eyes he looked away, still not answering. It all fit into place, he hadn't been taught by the Jedi, and they had arranged for his adoption. But not Anakin Skywalker, he would never want to be adopted, either because of pride or just being too independent. Now he was prison bound, and there was very little she could do about it. Padme watching as her guards frisked him, and then Slin, who was muttering about how the handcuffs were too tight. She turned to Obi-Wan, "Is there nothing I can do? After all, they did save my life."
Obi-Wan cleared his throat, he had never encountered a situation like this, "I doubt it M'lady, my estimation is that he'll get at least five years."
Padme ran a hand through her hair, she hadn't expected this. The consequences for Anakin saving her and taking her here was disastrous. Five years... And Obi-Wan said at least five years. She felt sick, a cold lump was suddenly in her stomach. She would plead for his case in court- but it was all she could do. He was an accomplished thief, not just a pick- pocket.
A guard walked up to Obi-Wan, "Sir, we found these on him."
Padme watched as Obi-Wan took the lightsaber and Holocron from the guard. He wasn't concerned about the lightsaber, all he did with it was place it in one of the many hidden pockets of his robe. But when Obi-Wan was handed the Holocron the Jedi Master became still, staring at the black artifact- barely breathing, his face becoming slightly pale. He looked sharply up at Anakin, who met his gaze coldly. Quickly, Obi-Wan stashed the Holocron in his robs.
"The transport is ready to take you to a safe house M'lady," Captain Typho said quietly.
"Thank you Captain," Padme said, turning away.
Slin tried to take a step towards her but was immediately restrained by guards, "Padme! Don't leave, please! Padme!"
Padme turned around, looking at Slin and doing her best to give him a reassuring smile, "I will do my best to help you, I promise." Again she looked at Anakin, who met her gaze. She tried to find something to say to him, but she couldn't. It was his last chance to answer her, tell her the truth, the reason, the cause. But he didn't.
"Come M'lady." Obi-Wan said, "It is time we should leave. It is dangerous out here."
Padme nodded, "Of course." She turned, walking over to the hole in the ceiling. A small hover platform was waiting for her and it lifted itself out of the room when she got on it, taking her out into the morning of Couriscant.
Anakin and Slin were soon to follow, roughly pushed onto the platform that lifted up. He had to shiver when they were lifted outside. What people on Couriscant would call a cool wind came over to him as freezing. Blinking in the bright sunlight he looked around, Padme stood at the other side of the roof, her back turned towards him. Also on the roof there were three troop transport speeders, military design, and about a dozen more guards. No escape this time. Anakin stumbled as he was pulled off the lift. There was a possibility, one: shrug away from the guards that had him loosely by the arms, two: after that run over to the edge, three: dive off and pray that there's a speeder close by. He could do one and two, but three was a little irrational, since it was a hundred foot drop and not a lot of speeders were around this part of Couriscant.
"Come on, scum." One of the guards said in Anakin's ear, pushing him to one of the personal carrier speeders.
Slin, didn't like the idea of being pushed. "Take your hands off me you fat Hutt's butt!"
Anakin looked at his friend, "Relax, Slin."
"Relax!" Slin looked indignant, "This is all your fault! I knew she'd get us in trouble."
"She'll get us out."
"Yeah right, you heard what that Jedi said. FIVE YEARS!" Slin was madder at Anakin than at his pushy guard.
"Okay, okay." Anakin sighed, "She'll get you out." He looked over at Padme who was still gazing strait out over the city on the other side of the roof. "Hey Jedi!" He yelled over at Obi-Wan, "Better get her away from the edge." The Master turned toward Anakin, but it was clear from the expression on his face he hadn't heard Anakin's words clearly.
Anakin's guard pulled him into the transport, but to his annoyance Anakin still kept his head out the door.
"Hey you son of a Sarlacc! Get Padme away from the-"
Suddenly black speeder long and sleek rose up in front of Padme, silencers on it's engines rendered it stealthy and able to surprise the senator. It's cannons blasted two transporters to burning rubble within minutes.
Anakin dove away as the speeder he had been sitting in erupted into flame, the concussion of the explosion pressing him against the roof, making his ears ring. The back of his jacket suddenly had holes burned in it, lucky for him it was fireproof.
The guards scattered, trying not to be easy targets for blaster fire. The burning hulks of the speeders cackled and black smoke billowed up into the clear blue sky.
Anakin looked up, seeing the black speeder opening up it's door and two masked thugs reaching out, grabbing Padme- who had been hit by a stun- bolt and was lying on the ground. The Jedi was running toward the attacking speeder, his lightsaber drawn and ready.
He got to his feet, his hands still cuffed behind his back. He ran to the edge of the building, jumping over burning debris and dodging laser fire. The Nabooian guards had opened fire on the black speeder, but it was armored. The bspeeder was the same which had given them chase the night before.
Anakin caught up with Obi-Wan just as he reached the edge of the building. The speeder flew up, hovering above their heads just out of reach, as if it was laughing at them. Then, it sped away.
"Padme!" Anakin watched as the speeder flew away, the T-kX Nortway was a new ride. A new ride he was familiar with, and who owned it.
Obi-Wan shut down his lightsaber, watching as the speeder disappeared. He felt Anakin's gaze on him so he turned to face him. The young man was furious, his blue eyes shone out of the dirt and blood on his face. Obi-Wan expected that the thief would yell or curse at him in some way, but he didn't. He just glared at him, and then walked away. "I've got a bad feeling about this..."
To BE CONTINUED!
(A.N. Okay, here I am, typing away on a Saturday night...You guys are lucky I have no social life...HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!)
Padme took a step back from Anakin, staring at him. When he did open his eyes he looked away, still not answering. It all fit into place, he hadn't been taught by the Jedi, and they had arranged for his adoption. But not Anakin Skywalker, he would never want to be adopted, either because of pride or just being too independent. Now he was prison bound, and there was very little she could do about it. Padme watching as her guards frisked him, and then Slin, who was muttering about how the handcuffs were too tight. She turned to Obi-Wan, "Is there nothing I can do? After all, they did save my life."
Obi-Wan cleared his throat, he had never encountered a situation like this, "I doubt it M'lady, my estimation is that he'll get at least five years."
Padme ran a hand through her hair, she hadn't expected this. The consequences for Anakin saving her and taking her here was disastrous. Five years... And Obi-Wan said at least five years. She felt sick, a cold lump was suddenly in her stomach. She would plead for his case in court- but it was all she could do. He was an accomplished thief, not just a pick- pocket.
A guard walked up to Obi-Wan, "Sir, we found these on him."
Padme watched as Obi-Wan took the lightsaber and Holocron from the guard. He wasn't concerned about the lightsaber, all he did with it was place it in one of the many hidden pockets of his robe. But when Obi-Wan was handed the Holocron the Jedi Master became still, staring at the black artifact- barely breathing, his face becoming slightly pale. He looked sharply up at Anakin, who met his gaze coldly. Quickly, Obi-Wan stashed the Holocron in his robs.
"The transport is ready to take you to a safe house M'lady," Captain Typho said quietly.
"Thank you Captain," Padme said, turning away.
Slin tried to take a step towards her but was immediately restrained by guards, "Padme! Don't leave, please! Padme!"
Padme turned around, looking at Slin and doing her best to give him a reassuring smile, "I will do my best to help you, I promise." Again she looked at Anakin, who met her gaze. She tried to find something to say to him, but she couldn't. It was his last chance to answer her, tell her the truth, the reason, the cause. But he didn't.
"Come M'lady." Obi-Wan said, "It is time we should leave. It is dangerous out here."
Padme nodded, "Of course." She turned, walking over to the hole in the ceiling. A small hover platform was waiting for her and it lifted itself out of the room when she got on it, taking her out into the morning of Couriscant.
Anakin and Slin were soon to follow, roughly pushed onto the platform that lifted up. He had to shiver when they were lifted outside. What people on Couriscant would call a cool wind came over to him as freezing. Blinking in the bright sunlight he looked around, Padme stood at the other side of the roof, her back turned towards him. Also on the roof there were three troop transport speeders, military design, and about a dozen more guards. No escape this time. Anakin stumbled as he was pulled off the lift. There was a possibility, one: shrug away from the guards that had him loosely by the arms, two: after that run over to the edge, three: dive off and pray that there's a speeder close by. He could do one and two, but three was a little irrational, since it was a hundred foot drop and not a lot of speeders were around this part of Couriscant.
"Come on, scum." One of the guards said in Anakin's ear, pushing him to one of the personal carrier speeders.
Slin, didn't like the idea of being pushed. "Take your hands off me you fat Hutt's butt!"
Anakin looked at his friend, "Relax, Slin."
"Relax!" Slin looked indignant, "This is all your fault! I knew she'd get us in trouble."
"She'll get us out."
"Yeah right, you heard what that Jedi said. FIVE YEARS!" Slin was madder at Anakin than at his pushy guard.
"Okay, okay." Anakin sighed, "She'll get you out." He looked over at Padme who was still gazing strait out over the city on the other side of the roof. "Hey Jedi!" He yelled over at Obi-Wan, "Better get her away from the edge." The Master turned toward Anakin, but it was clear from the expression on his face he hadn't heard Anakin's words clearly.
Anakin's guard pulled him into the transport, but to his annoyance Anakin still kept his head out the door.
"Hey you son of a Sarlacc! Get Padme away from the-"
Suddenly black speeder long and sleek rose up in front of Padme, silencers on it's engines rendered it stealthy and able to surprise the senator. It's cannons blasted two transporters to burning rubble within minutes.
Anakin dove away as the speeder he had been sitting in erupted into flame, the concussion of the explosion pressing him against the roof, making his ears ring. The back of his jacket suddenly had holes burned in it, lucky for him it was fireproof.
The guards scattered, trying not to be easy targets for blaster fire. The burning hulks of the speeders cackled and black smoke billowed up into the clear blue sky.
Anakin looked up, seeing the black speeder opening up it's door and two masked thugs reaching out, grabbing Padme- who had been hit by a stun- bolt and was lying on the ground. The Jedi was running toward the attacking speeder, his lightsaber drawn and ready.
He got to his feet, his hands still cuffed behind his back. He ran to the edge of the building, jumping over burning debris and dodging laser fire. The Nabooian guards had opened fire on the black speeder, but it was armored. The bspeeder was the same which had given them chase the night before.
Anakin caught up with Obi-Wan just as he reached the edge of the building. The speeder flew up, hovering above their heads just out of reach, as if it was laughing at them. Then, it sped away.
"Padme!" Anakin watched as the speeder flew away, the T-kX Nortway was a new ride. A new ride he was familiar with, and who owned it.
Obi-Wan shut down his lightsaber, watching as the speeder disappeared. He felt Anakin's gaze on him so he turned to face him. The young man was furious, his blue eyes shone out of the dirt and blood on his face. Obi-Wan expected that the thief would yell or curse at him in some way, but he didn't. He just glared at him, and then walked away. "I've got a bad feeling about this..."
To BE CONTINUED!