Chapter 1
"He's waking up."
"Is he alright?"
"I still don't understand what happened!"
"Anakin?"
"Y-yes, master?"
His voice sounded different, kind of shaky, unsteady. But the pain was gone, and he could see clearly Alin-lee, a healer, and the face of his master, who was sitting on the chair beside him. He was in the med center at the temple. The smell of bacta in the air, the white sheets and the bed told him that much. He pulled himself up, and leant back against the pillow.
"What happened up there?" Obi-Wans voice drew my attention back. He was tired, and maybe a little worried.
"I'm..I..don't know?"
He sat forward on the chair, clasping a hand protectively. 'Wow' Anakin thought @I guess I did worry him.'
"What do you remember?"
Anakin thought for a minute, then replied, "We were reporting to the council about the mission on Spira. You were talking, and my attention wondered a little-" He didn't miss the disapproving stare his master gave him. "-and then my chest felt.well it felt tight, or squashed? Like something was there that shouldn't be there and something that should was missing, that's the only way I can describe it. I felt like I couldn't breath, and all I could here was this horriable snap hissing sound and these distorted voices.then I felt dizzy and I heard you call me, then here I am."
His master looked down, holding his hands by his eyes, like he usually does when he's thinking.
Anakin decided to get a question in first, "What did you see happen?"
Obi-Wan looked up, "I was giving the report, when Master Yaddle commented that you didn't look well. I was about to ask if you were feeling unwell when you collapsed." He stopped for a minute, then asked, "Are you alright?"
Anakin nodded. "I am, now."
'Cue the awkward silence,' Anakin thought.
His master cleared his throat, and then began to speak again. "These voices, what do you think they are?"
"It was really hard to distinguish," Anakin frowned, "Just that they didn't sound familiar to me, but.it feels like they should have? Does that make any sense?"
"Not a great deal, but I suppose it could have just been a random future possibility."
"I guess." Obi-Wan looked up to the healer, who had been standing at the end of the bed during the conversation. "Is he fit to go back to the apartment?"
The healer shook his head, "I can't find anything wrong with him. It is a puzzle. I would like to keep him in overnight for observation, but I won't demand it."
Obi-Wan looked at his padawan and shrugged. "Its up to you."
"I want to go!" Anakin said hastily. Theres no way he was staying there longer that he had to!
"Well, you need to rest. If anything else happens, let us know."
It was dark, cold, frightening. There was that noise again, like an adder in the grasslands of Naboo. Snap, hiss! Snap, hiss!
He could see a lot of people in grey uniforms and sense a lot of fear.for him? No, of him! He was walking through corridors, winding corridors that his mind could not contemplate yet his feet knew where to take him. He entered the door and it shut behind him.
There were very few furnishings in this room, just the bare essentials and rather strange pod shape. The colors were black and white and dull but somehow the only colors that deemed worthy.
He sat in the chair at a black desk, holding a datapad in front of him. He didn't know why, but somehow this datapad help important information. But what? He started to look through through and it and was shocked to notice the alien feeling of cold leather on his hands. His eyes felt different, better but missing something. This was such an odd feeling.
Snap, hiss! Snap, hiss!
'What is that damn noise?!' he thought.
He looked at the datapad, but somehow he didn't take in what it said. Instead, his mind wondered and he began to see a different image. A bedroom, in a small house. He was cuddled up to . Padmé!
The weather out side was thunder and lightning.The Gods moving their furniture as his mother would tell him when he'd ask. He smiled at the recollection. A lightning bolt stuck near and all of a sudden a little scream came from elsewhere, and a little figure ran in. A little boy, with blonde hair and blue eyes. A little boy, that looked like his father. Like him.
Padmé sat up and smiled "Did you get scared buy the lightning sweetheart?"
The little boy vehemently shook his head, and another bolt hit and the little thing screamed and ran them. I grined, picking him up as the little boy cuddled between...his parents? . in the double bed. Just as they were settling down again, a clap of thunder braught a little girl in. A weirdly faceless little girl.
"You scarred too honey?" The senater asked.
"No! I was.umm..checking on Luke, to make sure he wasn't scared." The girl replied, her voice echoingly familiar.
"So why don't you come up here and make sure?" Padmé grinned.
The girl nodded, and hastily nodded climbing up and the little family settled down again..
"M'Lord!"
A voice cut into the dream, and a man in grey reported that they had "launched the probes" whatever that means.
"..and the emporer requests an audience."
Anakin woke up, screaming with a cold sweat, with only one thought.
"Whats happening to me?"
"He's waking up."
"Is he alright?"
"I still don't understand what happened!"
"Anakin?"
"Y-yes, master?"
His voice sounded different, kind of shaky, unsteady. But the pain was gone, and he could see clearly Alin-lee, a healer, and the face of his master, who was sitting on the chair beside him. He was in the med center at the temple. The smell of bacta in the air, the white sheets and the bed told him that much. He pulled himself up, and leant back against the pillow.
"What happened up there?" Obi-Wans voice drew my attention back. He was tired, and maybe a little worried.
"I'm..I..don't know?"
He sat forward on the chair, clasping a hand protectively. 'Wow' Anakin thought @I guess I did worry him.'
"What do you remember?"
Anakin thought for a minute, then replied, "We were reporting to the council about the mission on Spira. You were talking, and my attention wondered a little-" He didn't miss the disapproving stare his master gave him. "-and then my chest felt.well it felt tight, or squashed? Like something was there that shouldn't be there and something that should was missing, that's the only way I can describe it. I felt like I couldn't breath, and all I could here was this horriable snap hissing sound and these distorted voices.then I felt dizzy and I heard you call me, then here I am."
His master looked down, holding his hands by his eyes, like he usually does when he's thinking.
Anakin decided to get a question in first, "What did you see happen?"
Obi-Wan looked up, "I was giving the report, when Master Yaddle commented that you didn't look well. I was about to ask if you were feeling unwell when you collapsed." He stopped for a minute, then asked, "Are you alright?"
Anakin nodded. "I am, now."
'Cue the awkward silence,' Anakin thought.
His master cleared his throat, and then began to speak again. "These voices, what do you think they are?"
"It was really hard to distinguish," Anakin frowned, "Just that they didn't sound familiar to me, but.it feels like they should have? Does that make any sense?"
"Not a great deal, but I suppose it could have just been a random future possibility."
"I guess." Obi-Wan looked up to the healer, who had been standing at the end of the bed during the conversation. "Is he fit to go back to the apartment?"
The healer shook his head, "I can't find anything wrong with him. It is a puzzle. I would like to keep him in overnight for observation, but I won't demand it."
Obi-Wan looked at his padawan and shrugged. "Its up to you."
"I want to go!" Anakin said hastily. Theres no way he was staying there longer that he had to!
"Well, you need to rest. If anything else happens, let us know."
It was dark, cold, frightening. There was that noise again, like an adder in the grasslands of Naboo. Snap, hiss! Snap, hiss!
He could see a lot of people in grey uniforms and sense a lot of fear.for him? No, of him! He was walking through corridors, winding corridors that his mind could not contemplate yet his feet knew where to take him. He entered the door and it shut behind him.
There were very few furnishings in this room, just the bare essentials and rather strange pod shape. The colors were black and white and dull but somehow the only colors that deemed worthy.
He sat in the chair at a black desk, holding a datapad in front of him. He didn't know why, but somehow this datapad help important information. But what? He started to look through through and it and was shocked to notice the alien feeling of cold leather on his hands. His eyes felt different, better but missing something. This was such an odd feeling.
Snap, hiss! Snap, hiss!
'What is that damn noise?!' he thought.
He looked at the datapad, but somehow he didn't take in what it said. Instead, his mind wondered and he began to see a different image. A bedroom, in a small house. He was cuddled up to . Padmé!
The weather out side was thunder and lightning.The Gods moving their furniture as his mother would tell him when he'd ask. He smiled at the recollection. A lightning bolt stuck near and all of a sudden a little scream came from elsewhere, and a little figure ran in. A little boy, with blonde hair and blue eyes. A little boy, that looked like his father. Like him.
Padmé sat up and smiled "Did you get scared buy the lightning sweetheart?"
The little boy vehemently shook his head, and another bolt hit and the little thing screamed and ran them. I grined, picking him up as the little boy cuddled between...his parents? . in the double bed. Just as they were settling down again, a clap of thunder braught a little girl in. A weirdly faceless little girl.
"You scarred too honey?" The senater asked.
"No! I was.umm..checking on Luke, to make sure he wasn't scared." The girl replied, her voice echoingly familiar.
"So why don't you come up here and make sure?" Padmé grinned.
The girl nodded, and hastily nodded climbing up and the little family settled down again..
"M'Lord!"
A voice cut into the dream, and a man in grey reported that they had "launched the probes" whatever that means.
"..and the emporer requests an audience."
Anakin woke up, screaming with a cold sweat, with only one thought.
"Whats happening to me?"