" 'I have to check on Luke'? You actually said that?"
Anakin was playing with his lunch in the mess hall of the Jedi Temple. In front of him, was Ash-Leya, Elgaerin, Faeria, Tri-An and Kynthia. They were all different people, from different worlds, all aiming for the same thing. He was explaining what had happened outside the hall, not half an hour ago.
"I couldn't help it. It just sort of slipped out." Anakin exclaimed, stabbing at his salad it had to be killed before being eaten.
"Who's Luke?" asked Tri-An, packing up his lunch.
"I've got no idea. I just.It's a strange feeling."
"How did your master react to such a thing?" Kythia asked, gently. Her antenna was twitching slightly, indicating her worry.
"I'll bet he freaked!" Ash-Leya commented with a grin. The girl would act kind of . bitchy? She didn't mean anything by it; the Antarian was just a bit of a wise cracker.
"Kind of."
"Kind of?" Tri-An asked. He looked doubtful.
Anakin just sighed. He was really too tired to explain much of anything. "He's threatening to get the council to have a good look in my mind."
Ash-Leya just snorted. She tossed her dirty blonde mane out of her face and commented, "Fun."
"Do you not think that it would be better to let the council knew of these odd visions?" Kynthia asked.
"I wouldn't like it. My privacy invaded like that?" Ash-Leya sounded almost incredulous.
"But surely it is more important to know what is wrong?" Kynthia pressed.
"Really not kicking that upper Coruscant accent, are you?" Ash-Leya hissed.
{Sounds like a full scale fight's breaking out.} Faeria sent. The telepath looked worryingly at her two friends.
Elgaerin rose to his feet, the Alderanian looking at his best friend. "Kyn, we have to go to the library before History." He looked over at Anakin. "Maybe you're just overdoing it. You know, stress. I'll see you in Technology tomorrow. Come on, Kyn."
The two walked away from the table, leaving Ash-Leya to mumble to herself.
{You shouldn't be so hard on her.} Faeria sent. Her minds voice was gentle, as if trying to calm her friend.
"Well, she can just be..."
But Anakin had stopped listening. Somewhere in his mind, he could hear something else. Children.
A small blonde haired boy ran into the bedroom. 'Bedroom?' Sure enough, he was sitting in a bedroom, in a double bed. The boy pulled himself into his arms.
Then a brown haired little girl came running it. There was chocolate syrup all over her. She dived onto the bed, after her counterpart.
"Hey! Hey, hey, hey..No fighting!"
Padme? No.
The dark haired former Queen came running into the room, pulling the little girl off the bed. She said something distorted, then told the girl to clean herself up. The girl walked out of the room, head held high, but obviously in a mood.
She put her hands on her hips and looked at the little boy in my arms, and cocking her head to one side. "Luke, you know you shouldn't scare your sister like that."
"I know." Came the muffled reply.
"Then why did you do it?" She sat down and picked up the little thing on to her knee. "Hmm?"
"I didn't think she'd react like that; it was a joke."
"Well its not funny." Padme looked up at me. "Is it?"
"But Dad did it on Senator Organa and you laughed." Luke said, looking at him.
"Still, he apologised afterwards. Go say you're sorry to your sister." The little boy pulled himself off her knee and skulked out the door.
Padme turned to me and sighed, "How am I supposed to stop doing thing like that when he's copying you?" "I don't mean for him to." I said gently.
She just smiled gently, and said, "I know. Its just, you're a father. You have to be careful."
"Ani!"
"What?" he said, he looked around seeing the mess hall again and three very worried friends.
"It happened again?" Tri-An said.
Anakin just nodded. He felt dazed, like he'd been sleeping.
"Listen, I know you're probably not keen on the idea - sith, *I'm* not keen on the idea - but maybe seeing the council is the best thing to do now." Ash-Leya whispered, as they made their way out of the mess hall.
"Talk to Master Kenobi about it." whispered Tri-An.
{And better sooner than later!} Faeria sent.
"Do you know where he'd be now?" asked Tri-An.
"I have an idea."
"Then you should go."
"I'll tell Master Kye that you had something to take care of," said Ash- Leya.
{Let us know what happens,} sent Faeria as the three went to their separate classes, leaving Anakin to his own devices.
He began to walk towards the accommodation, knowing that his master had commented earlier that Siri was back from her latest mission and that he'd wanted to see her. He stopped out side her apartments door, and paused before knocking.
'Here goes nothing.'
Anakin was playing with his lunch in the mess hall of the Jedi Temple. In front of him, was Ash-Leya, Elgaerin, Faeria, Tri-An and Kynthia. They were all different people, from different worlds, all aiming for the same thing. He was explaining what had happened outside the hall, not half an hour ago.
"I couldn't help it. It just sort of slipped out." Anakin exclaimed, stabbing at his salad it had to be killed before being eaten.
"Who's Luke?" asked Tri-An, packing up his lunch.
"I've got no idea. I just.It's a strange feeling."
"How did your master react to such a thing?" Kythia asked, gently. Her antenna was twitching slightly, indicating her worry.
"I'll bet he freaked!" Ash-Leya commented with a grin. The girl would act kind of . bitchy? She didn't mean anything by it; the Antarian was just a bit of a wise cracker.
"Kind of."
"Kind of?" Tri-An asked. He looked doubtful.
Anakin just sighed. He was really too tired to explain much of anything. "He's threatening to get the council to have a good look in my mind."
Ash-Leya just snorted. She tossed her dirty blonde mane out of her face and commented, "Fun."
"Do you not think that it would be better to let the council knew of these odd visions?" Kynthia asked.
"I wouldn't like it. My privacy invaded like that?" Ash-Leya sounded almost incredulous.
"But surely it is more important to know what is wrong?" Kynthia pressed.
"Really not kicking that upper Coruscant accent, are you?" Ash-Leya hissed.
{Sounds like a full scale fight's breaking out.} Faeria sent. The telepath looked worryingly at her two friends.
Elgaerin rose to his feet, the Alderanian looking at his best friend. "Kyn, we have to go to the library before History." He looked over at Anakin. "Maybe you're just overdoing it. You know, stress. I'll see you in Technology tomorrow. Come on, Kyn."
The two walked away from the table, leaving Ash-Leya to mumble to herself.
{You shouldn't be so hard on her.} Faeria sent. Her minds voice was gentle, as if trying to calm her friend.
"Well, she can just be..."
But Anakin had stopped listening. Somewhere in his mind, he could hear something else. Children.
A small blonde haired boy ran into the bedroom. 'Bedroom?' Sure enough, he was sitting in a bedroom, in a double bed. The boy pulled himself into his arms.
Then a brown haired little girl came running it. There was chocolate syrup all over her. She dived onto the bed, after her counterpart.
"Hey! Hey, hey, hey..No fighting!"
Padme? No.
The dark haired former Queen came running into the room, pulling the little girl off the bed. She said something distorted, then told the girl to clean herself up. The girl walked out of the room, head held high, but obviously in a mood.
She put her hands on her hips and looked at the little boy in my arms, and cocking her head to one side. "Luke, you know you shouldn't scare your sister like that."
"I know." Came the muffled reply.
"Then why did you do it?" She sat down and picked up the little thing on to her knee. "Hmm?"
"I didn't think she'd react like that; it was a joke."
"Well its not funny." Padme looked up at me. "Is it?"
"But Dad did it on Senator Organa and you laughed." Luke said, looking at him.
"Still, he apologised afterwards. Go say you're sorry to your sister." The little boy pulled himself off her knee and skulked out the door.
Padme turned to me and sighed, "How am I supposed to stop doing thing like that when he's copying you?" "I don't mean for him to." I said gently.
She just smiled gently, and said, "I know. Its just, you're a father. You have to be careful."
"Ani!"
"What?" he said, he looked around seeing the mess hall again and three very worried friends.
"It happened again?" Tri-An said.
Anakin just nodded. He felt dazed, like he'd been sleeping.
"Listen, I know you're probably not keen on the idea - sith, *I'm* not keen on the idea - but maybe seeing the council is the best thing to do now." Ash-Leya whispered, as they made their way out of the mess hall.
"Talk to Master Kenobi about it." whispered Tri-An.
{And better sooner than later!} Faeria sent.
"Do you know where he'd be now?" asked Tri-An.
"I have an idea."
"Then you should go."
"I'll tell Master Kye that you had something to take care of," said Ash- Leya.
{Let us know what happens,} sent Faeria as the three went to their separate classes, leaving Anakin to his own devices.
He began to walk towards the accommodation, knowing that his master had commented earlier that Siri was back from her latest mission and that he'd wanted to see her. He stopped out side her apartments door, and paused before knocking.
'Here goes nothing.'