Part two of chapter eleven
Up in the counsel audience chamber the Masters of the Force watched the thief. Mace Windue was the first to speak.
"Do you know what you had in your possession?"
Anakin smiled at the dark Jedi Master nastily, "Yes, you guys don't like it when your toys get barrowed do you."
Mace narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the immature thief. "That holocron was no child's toy." He said darkly, danger in his voice. "It happens to have been built by Exar Kun, the most evil Sith in history."
"I..." Anakin suddenly felt the lack of words. He looked down. "I didn't know." To think, he had been taking the instruction of a dead Sith. A SITH! One of the creatures he knew to be feared and hated and cursed. Something he never wanted to be- But was teaching himself to be. It was a sickening thought.
"It's also a galactic offence to impersonate a Jedi Knight, which you were doing by owning a lightsaber." Mace Windue said calmly, seeing he had finally gotten attention of the rebellious you man.
Anakin looked up, "You can't lock me up yet, I've got to save her."
"Who, must save need you save?" Yoda asked.
Anakin rolled his eyes, "If you don't know it, I'll remind you- Senator Padme was kidnapped from the Deatrix district this morning."
"And you think you can save her?"
Anakin was seriously getting tired of the dark Master, so he just didn't waste his time talking to him, "Look, Yoda..." He stiffened as he saw the rest of the masters cringed, "Master. I am the only one they wont suspect."
Master Yoda sighed, obviously not coming to a conclusion. "Wait until we reach a decision you will." He motioned to the door.
Anakin saw that he was dismissed, and he walked to the door. Just as he was going to reach for the door controls they hissed open. Revealing Obi- Wan Kenobi. Anakin smiled, noticing the surprised look on the Jedi's face, and his lightsaber on the Jedi Master's belt.
Obi-Wan nodded at Anakin, not someone he had been expecting to see, and the young man smiled- just before he pushed past him. Obi-Wan was nearly knocked over in the hall, but quickly regained his footing. One day he was going to knock that inconsiderate thief down a notch or two.
The doors slid closed, and Anakin laughed, tossing his lightsaber up into the air and then catching it, returning it to his belt. A young voice came from behind him,
"Are you worried Master?"
Anakin turned to look into the large brown eyes of a little boy. Next to the little boy sat a girl around the same age. She too had the dark eyes.
Anakin sat down in the chair next to the little boy, "Worried about what?"
The little boy blinked, "Because you have to talk to the councle."
Anakin smiled. "Nahh, they don't worry me."
The little girl couldn't hold it in anymore, "Really?" Shock was obvious on her features. "Not even a little?"
Anakin shook his head, "Nope." He watched as the two little kids exchanged glances. They boy had thick black hair and slender breaids down the left shoulders. He guessed they were aout six or seven. "Are you two related?"
The two little Jedi nodded vigorously, "That's Mireya," the little boy said jabbing a finger toward the little girl, "And I'm Isaiah."
"Ohh." Anakin laughed, "Why do you have to talk to the counsel?"
Isaiah's features fell, and he looked around shamefully, "I start3ed a food fight in the cafeteria. They said it was not how a Jedi should act."
"How a Jedi should." Anakin was shocked, "How old are you?"
Isaiah eyes flashed, "Six!"
"And I'm seven." Mireya said eagerly.
Anakin raised an eyebrow, "Any other serious crimes?"
Mireya and Isahia shook their heads.
"Don't worry about it." Anakin said, "They can't do anything to you for starting a food fight." He smiled at them, "Sometimes you gotta have some fun."
"Really?" Mireya asked, her dark eyes wide. She was clearly glad they weren't doomed.
"Yeah!" Anakin looked at the closed dorr of the Jedi councle. "Just stay together, and look out for each other." It was what he always told new kids on the block or people from another planet that didn't know the ropes. It was the best advice he knew. "And stay away from Spice."
"What's spice, Master?" Isaiah asked, just as the door to the Counsel slid open- revealing Obi-Wan Kenobie.
Anakin got up, "Nothing a little Jedi should worry about."
Obi-Wan greeted the thief with a frown, while Anakin did the most annoying thing he could think of and gave the Jedi a big grin.
"What's the deal?" Anakin asked.
Obi-Wan sighed, "I will accompany you to help you rescue Senator Amidala. The counsel believes you know the inner operatives of this organization."
It was clear to Anakin, that Obi-Wan didn't like the idea one bit and had no faith in his abilities at all. Not that the Jedi Master tried to hide it at all. "Trust me Obi-Wan." Anakin said, as they walked toward the lift on the other side of the room.
Isaiah and Mireya waved goodbye to Anakin, and he turned and smiled at them, waving back.
As the lift doors closed in front of them Obi-Wan glanced at Anakin, "I m sure the counsel would prefer that you didn't associate with the young students."
"Why?" Anakin asked bitterly, "Afraid I might rub off on them?"
To be continued!
Up in the counsel audience chamber the Masters of the Force watched the thief. Mace Windue was the first to speak.
"Do you know what you had in your possession?"
Anakin smiled at the dark Jedi Master nastily, "Yes, you guys don't like it when your toys get barrowed do you."
Mace narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the immature thief. "That holocron was no child's toy." He said darkly, danger in his voice. "It happens to have been built by Exar Kun, the most evil Sith in history."
"I..." Anakin suddenly felt the lack of words. He looked down. "I didn't know." To think, he had been taking the instruction of a dead Sith. A SITH! One of the creatures he knew to be feared and hated and cursed. Something he never wanted to be- But was teaching himself to be. It was a sickening thought.
"It's also a galactic offence to impersonate a Jedi Knight, which you were doing by owning a lightsaber." Mace Windue said calmly, seeing he had finally gotten attention of the rebellious you man.
Anakin looked up, "You can't lock me up yet, I've got to save her."
"Who, must save need you save?" Yoda asked.
Anakin rolled his eyes, "If you don't know it, I'll remind you- Senator Padme was kidnapped from the Deatrix district this morning."
"And you think you can save her?"
Anakin was seriously getting tired of the dark Master, so he just didn't waste his time talking to him, "Look, Yoda..." He stiffened as he saw the rest of the masters cringed, "Master. I am the only one they wont suspect."
Master Yoda sighed, obviously not coming to a conclusion. "Wait until we reach a decision you will." He motioned to the door.
Anakin saw that he was dismissed, and he walked to the door. Just as he was going to reach for the door controls they hissed open. Revealing Obi- Wan Kenobi. Anakin smiled, noticing the surprised look on the Jedi's face, and his lightsaber on the Jedi Master's belt.
Obi-Wan nodded at Anakin, not someone he had been expecting to see, and the young man smiled- just before he pushed past him. Obi-Wan was nearly knocked over in the hall, but quickly regained his footing. One day he was going to knock that inconsiderate thief down a notch or two.
The doors slid closed, and Anakin laughed, tossing his lightsaber up into the air and then catching it, returning it to his belt. A young voice came from behind him,
"Are you worried Master?"
Anakin turned to look into the large brown eyes of a little boy. Next to the little boy sat a girl around the same age. She too had the dark eyes.
Anakin sat down in the chair next to the little boy, "Worried about what?"
The little boy blinked, "Because you have to talk to the councle."
Anakin smiled. "Nahh, they don't worry me."
The little girl couldn't hold it in anymore, "Really?" Shock was obvious on her features. "Not even a little?"
Anakin shook his head, "Nope." He watched as the two little kids exchanged glances. They boy had thick black hair and slender breaids down the left shoulders. He guessed they were aout six or seven. "Are you two related?"
The two little Jedi nodded vigorously, "That's Mireya," the little boy said jabbing a finger toward the little girl, "And I'm Isaiah."
"Ohh." Anakin laughed, "Why do you have to talk to the counsel?"
Isaiah's features fell, and he looked around shamefully, "I start3ed a food fight in the cafeteria. They said it was not how a Jedi should act."
"How a Jedi should." Anakin was shocked, "How old are you?"
Isaiah eyes flashed, "Six!"
"And I'm seven." Mireya said eagerly.
Anakin raised an eyebrow, "Any other serious crimes?"
Mireya and Isahia shook their heads.
"Don't worry about it." Anakin said, "They can't do anything to you for starting a food fight." He smiled at them, "Sometimes you gotta have some fun."
"Really?" Mireya asked, her dark eyes wide. She was clearly glad they weren't doomed.
"Yeah!" Anakin looked at the closed dorr of the Jedi councle. "Just stay together, and look out for each other." It was what he always told new kids on the block or people from another planet that didn't know the ropes. It was the best advice he knew. "And stay away from Spice."
"What's spice, Master?" Isaiah asked, just as the door to the Counsel slid open- revealing Obi-Wan Kenobie.
Anakin got up, "Nothing a little Jedi should worry about."
Obi-Wan greeted the thief with a frown, while Anakin did the most annoying thing he could think of and gave the Jedi a big grin.
"What's the deal?" Anakin asked.
Obi-Wan sighed, "I will accompany you to help you rescue Senator Amidala. The counsel believes you know the inner operatives of this organization."
It was clear to Anakin, that Obi-Wan didn't like the idea one bit and had no faith in his abilities at all. Not that the Jedi Master tried to hide it at all. "Trust me Obi-Wan." Anakin said, as they walked toward the lift on the other side of the room.
Isaiah and Mireya waved goodbye to Anakin, and he turned and smiled at them, waving back.
As the lift doors closed in front of them Obi-Wan glanced at Anakin, "I m sure the counsel would prefer that you didn't associate with the young students."
"Why?" Anakin asked bitterly, "Afraid I might rub off on them?"
To be continued!