CHAPTER FIVE!
Padme could only guess the number of hours until dawn. Shmi had used the last bit of bacta-gel she had to heal the gash on her face. But still there was a white mark across her cheek where the claw had sliced into the soft skin. The last time she had seen Anakin since they had arrived home was when he had taken Watto's data-pad from her and headed for his room.
She glanced at Shmi, who was fixing a piece of machinery since she had earlier said she couldn't sleep. And wondered just what her reaction would be if she ever knew what Anakin had done that night. What Padme knew for certain was that she wasn't going to be the one who told Shmi, and if she ever did it would only be if Shmi asked.
Padme got up, and walked to Anakin's bedroom. It was dark, and she could see Anakin's face lit by the light of Watto's information-pad. He was sitting on the floor, leaning his back against the bed.
She heard an animated voice- "Password invalid- Entry Denied. Password Invalid- Entry Denied."
Anakin sighed, and then looked up at her. His eyes eerily bright with the light reflected from the screen of the Data-Pad.
"Are you okay?" Padme asked quietly as she came and sat down next to him.
"Uh-huh." Anakin answered, going back to the task he had at hand.
Padme watched as he punched a couple more words into the stubborn data-pad. She looked up at him, seeing that he really wasn't caring about the words he put in. It was then she understood that he was exhausted. "What are you doing?" she asked quietly.
"Trying to break this stupid password. I thought I knew Toydarian- but I must be missing something." He laughed. "So...Why?"
"Why what?" Padme asked, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Why were you scared of me?" Anakin asked, turning his attention fully away from the data-pad.
"Lots of reasons." Padme said. "But mostly because I thought the galaxy didn't have any goodness left in it." She shrugged. "When you're betrayed as often as I had been, laughed at and scorned, you think everybody is like that after awhile." She felt Anakin pause, considering her words, and she suddenly felt embarrassed to have told him so much. "So...Who was Shanzo?"
"Leader of the Mashi gang. He'd made a deal with me before. I help him steal some prize hyperdrives and he gives me one." Anakin punched another word into the data-pad. "Password Invalid. Entry Denied." It squawked.
"So he didn't keep his promise?" Padme asked.
"Nope. Plus I was in there trying to get the safe open and security shows up. They left me out to dry." He punched another word in- and got the same response.
"How'd you get away?" Padme asked.
"With the lightsaber."
Padme shuddered- remembering the bloody scene that had happened out in the dark streets.
"Just as well though." Anakin said partially to himself. "The guy was bantha-fodder."
"What you did to them..." Padme paused, wondering just how to word it. "It wasn't like anything I've ever seen." He turned to her again, his eyes picking up the blue glow of the data-pad and shining with it. For a mili- second Padme drew away, suddenly seeing that the killing machine she had watched in the streets- and the person she was sitting next to was the same being.
"It's the worst in me." Anakin replied quietly. "And I'm sorry you did see it."
"Anakin." Padme didn't know what to say. Quickly, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. Hoping that the gesture would tell him that she still had faith in him. That even though she had seen what he did, she still felt the same way about him.
Anakin closed his eyes, smelling the scent of her hair, and feeling it's softness against his cheek. He was glad she was there; a light in a world that had gotten unbelievably blurry. He understood what she was telling him, and grateful for her soft embrace.
***ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF MOS ESPA***
A dark ship entered Tatooine's atmosphere slowly and then set down in a cloud of dust on the outskirts of the city. It's design was definently of Sith decent. Sleek in it's design, and deadly in it's speed and maneuverability.
A ramp came down and out strode a creature only the Dark Side could create. He wore black clothing and his features were tattooed with black and red markings. Under his black hood horns protruded from his head.
Darth Maul looked at the morning horizon. Wondering what kind joke fate was playing on him to return him to this Force-forsaken dust-ball. However, he still respected his master's commands, and again he was here to search for a Jedi. A Jedi who was not associated with the Jedi Knights.
He punched a code into the control pad on his wrist. Powering up the probe droids that were in the hold of his ship. They whirred down the ramp and out toward the cities that were ahead of them. Searching for an untrained Jedi.
Maul knew his master was powerful in the force, but he also knew the ancient law of the Sith. There can only be two. A Master, and a Apprentice. His master did not send him to kill this strong force-user, which could only mean one thing- and Maul would not allow it. When he found this force-user, he would kill him.
TO BE CONTINUED!
(A.N. Another cliffie.sorta. Hope you enjoy it! I'll update soon. Hopefully sometime this week. Sorry it took so long.)
Padme could only guess the number of hours until dawn. Shmi had used the last bit of bacta-gel she had to heal the gash on her face. But still there was a white mark across her cheek where the claw had sliced into the soft skin. The last time she had seen Anakin since they had arrived home was when he had taken Watto's data-pad from her and headed for his room.
She glanced at Shmi, who was fixing a piece of machinery since she had earlier said she couldn't sleep. And wondered just what her reaction would be if she ever knew what Anakin had done that night. What Padme knew for certain was that she wasn't going to be the one who told Shmi, and if she ever did it would only be if Shmi asked.
Padme got up, and walked to Anakin's bedroom. It was dark, and she could see Anakin's face lit by the light of Watto's information-pad. He was sitting on the floor, leaning his back against the bed.
She heard an animated voice- "Password invalid- Entry Denied. Password Invalid- Entry Denied."
Anakin sighed, and then looked up at her. His eyes eerily bright with the light reflected from the screen of the Data-Pad.
"Are you okay?" Padme asked quietly as she came and sat down next to him.
"Uh-huh." Anakin answered, going back to the task he had at hand.
Padme watched as he punched a couple more words into the stubborn data-pad. She looked up at him, seeing that he really wasn't caring about the words he put in. It was then she understood that he was exhausted. "What are you doing?" she asked quietly.
"Trying to break this stupid password. I thought I knew Toydarian- but I must be missing something." He laughed. "So...Why?"
"Why what?" Padme asked, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Why were you scared of me?" Anakin asked, turning his attention fully away from the data-pad.
"Lots of reasons." Padme said. "But mostly because I thought the galaxy didn't have any goodness left in it." She shrugged. "When you're betrayed as often as I had been, laughed at and scorned, you think everybody is like that after awhile." She felt Anakin pause, considering her words, and she suddenly felt embarrassed to have told him so much. "So...Who was Shanzo?"
"Leader of the Mashi gang. He'd made a deal with me before. I help him steal some prize hyperdrives and he gives me one." Anakin punched another word into the data-pad. "Password Invalid. Entry Denied." It squawked.
"So he didn't keep his promise?" Padme asked.
"Nope. Plus I was in there trying to get the safe open and security shows up. They left me out to dry." He punched another word in- and got the same response.
"How'd you get away?" Padme asked.
"With the lightsaber."
Padme shuddered- remembering the bloody scene that had happened out in the dark streets.
"Just as well though." Anakin said partially to himself. "The guy was bantha-fodder."
"What you did to them..." Padme paused, wondering just how to word it. "It wasn't like anything I've ever seen." He turned to her again, his eyes picking up the blue glow of the data-pad and shining with it. For a mili- second Padme drew away, suddenly seeing that the killing machine she had watched in the streets- and the person she was sitting next to was the same being.
"It's the worst in me." Anakin replied quietly. "And I'm sorry you did see it."
"Anakin." Padme didn't know what to say. Quickly, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. Hoping that the gesture would tell him that she still had faith in him. That even though she had seen what he did, she still felt the same way about him.
Anakin closed his eyes, smelling the scent of her hair, and feeling it's softness against his cheek. He was glad she was there; a light in a world that had gotten unbelievably blurry. He understood what she was telling him, and grateful for her soft embrace.
***ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF MOS ESPA***
A dark ship entered Tatooine's atmosphere slowly and then set down in a cloud of dust on the outskirts of the city. It's design was definently of Sith decent. Sleek in it's design, and deadly in it's speed and maneuverability.
A ramp came down and out strode a creature only the Dark Side could create. He wore black clothing and his features were tattooed with black and red markings. Under his black hood horns protruded from his head.
Darth Maul looked at the morning horizon. Wondering what kind joke fate was playing on him to return him to this Force-forsaken dust-ball. However, he still respected his master's commands, and again he was here to search for a Jedi. A Jedi who was not associated with the Jedi Knights.
He punched a code into the control pad on his wrist. Powering up the probe droids that were in the hold of his ship. They whirred down the ramp and out toward the cities that were ahead of them. Searching for an untrained Jedi.
Maul knew his master was powerful in the force, but he also knew the ancient law of the Sith. There can only be two. A Master, and a Apprentice. His master did not send him to kill this strong force-user, which could only mean one thing- and Maul would not allow it. When he found this force-user, he would kill him.
TO BE CONTINUED!
(A.N. Another cliffie.sorta. Hope you enjoy it! I'll update soon. Hopefully sometime this week. Sorry it took so long.)