***CHAPTER SIX!***
Anakin walked out of his ship into the Tattoine night. The Phoenix was a combination of different ships that had crashed, rusted, and burned under the Tattoine suns. The main body of the ship was from one that had caught fire about twenty years ago- and as for the rest, it was made up of parts that he'd picked up over the years.
Like the first podracer he had ever built himself, Watto was totally oblivious of its existence. Which was a good thing; because Anakin knew that if his former Master knew of the nearly completed ship he would simply break it down again and sell it for parts.
The day had gone by smoothly, he had put Watto's data-pad back and the junk- dealer hadn't even hinted that he suspected anything. In fact, the junk- dealer had been in a rather good mood, and had sent them home early. Now, Padme was helping him work on the ship.
He sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair he looked up at the stars. His dreams were coming true, and he was getting everything he ever wanted. It was a good feeling.
Anakin would have gone back inside, unless he hadn't seen one of the shadows move. He froze, a cold feeling suddenly forming in his stomach. He quickly took the lightsaber out of his jacket, and ignited it. Everything was cast into a green glow, including the shadow, which scrambled behind one of the huge power generators. Anakin ruled out Tuskan Raider in a mili- second, which only left Sand Pirates...
"Stop right there!" Anakin yelled, taking the lightsaber out of his jacket, igniting it in a split-second with a snap-hiss. He took off, sprinting around the power generator, and then coming to an abrupt halt- his face inches away from a glowing blue blade.
"You would not believe how I have searched the galaxy for you." A voice said from the shadows.
Anakin leapt away, bringing his lightsaber up in a defensive manner. "Well I guess you found me."
The hooded figure that held the blue lightsaber paused, taking in Anakin's slave cloths, scrawny form, and dirty face. "You aren't what I expected."
"Sorry to disappoint." Anakin grumbled.
"You have something that doesn't belong to you." The hooded figure said, taking a quick lunge.
Anakin side-stepped and swiped. He didn't know what this new attacker was talking about. "The ship belongs to me. Get lost."
The owner of the blue saber reached up his right hand. Drawing away his hood, he revealed a man who was a head shorter than Anakin, with a scraggily beard, and piercing eyes. "I don't think so."
Anakin sliced at the stranger's chest- but the bearded man dodged him. Again he arched his lightsaber up and around, but the man leaped back. Anakin followed him. "Who are you?"
The man paused, drawing away again. "I am Obi-Wan Kenobi."
Anakin raised an eyebrow. "Never heard of you." He said. "But you'll never get the Phoenix."
"I don't want your ship." Obi-Wan said, circling his opponent.
"Then what do you want?" Anakin shouted, spinning around, hoping to injure the attacker.
Obi-Wan met Anakin's spin, matching its strength with his own. "You killed my master."
"No." Anakin parried Obi-Wan's slice at his throat, and then dived.
"Liar!" Obi-Wan shouted. Letting loose a flurry of attacks that would make any trained Jedi Knight grunt uncomfortably.
Anakin, however, had never been trained to use a light saber, and it was like trying to deflect a million jabs and spinning slices at once. However, somehow, with his pure power in the Force, Anakin kept Obi-Wan's attack at bay.
Anakin backed, trying to keep the blue blade away- and at this point not even being able to get onto the offensive. He knew, that if the duel kept up like this, he'd be killed. With his heart-beat pounding in his ears, Anakin leapt to the ground, and swiped at his opponent's legs.
Obi-Wan leaped up, keeping himself from being cut down at the knees. But soon found what giving Anakin a time for a breather meant, and lost the offensive.
Anakin lunged. He slashed side to side, the force guiding every movement he made. Even though he didn't know it. He jumped forward, keeping Obi-Wan backing away, making the older man retreat constantly. However, unknown to Anakin, he was using up all his momentum and leaving himself unbalanced, perfect for a counter attack.
Obi-Wan parried another stab to his chest. He was amazed at the amount of power this seemingly un-trained young man was displaying. However, Obi-Wan did feel Anakin's rage, and Dark Side that tinged Anakin's soul. Still, Obi-Wan's own anger inside would not allow him to fail in the cause he had set out to do ten years before. And that was, to kill the Sith who killed his master. He saw his chance, and took it.
Anakin watched in horror as the blue blade snaked under his, and dug deep into his right shoulder. He looked down at the blood and singed muscle- which was a horrible mistake.
Obi-Wan attacked again, this time slashing at Anakin's side, right under the rib-cage, and then the thigh, zigg-zagging out again and knocking his unsuspecting opponent's lightsaber away.
Anakin screamed in pain, and fell back into the sand, grasping his side and thigh.
"You must have ambushed him." Obi-Wan said quietly, walking up to Anakin, his lightsaber under the young man's chin. He had to admit the young man had skill, but it was untrained skill, blind power. "You're overconfident and untrained."
The lightsaber sounded like a million angry black bees in Anakin's ears. Sweat poured off his forehead, stinging in his eyes, and the pain was unbelievable. He gasped for breath. "I didn't kill your master!" Anakin shouted.
Obi-Wan looked down at the young man who gazed up at him. He felt a flicker of doubt in his conscience, then something else. He glanced over his shoulder, seeing a female figure on the landing ramp of the ship, blaster leveled. And that was the last thing he saw before he was sent into unconsciousness, collapsing to the ground.
Anakin turned his head to Padme, who was standing on the landing ramp of the Phoenix, blaster in hand, undoubtedly set to stun. She ran down the ramp, and knelt down next to him. "Girl am I glad to see you." Anakin said, groaning as she put his arm around her shoulders and hauled him to his feet.
They stood there for a moment. Anakin didn't say anything, and Padme was silent because she could tell he was listening for something. "Storm's coming." He said at last. "We've gotta get inside." Anakin gasped, standing on his injured leg. "I'm fine. We gotta get him in the Phoenix."
Padme nodded. "Sure. Who is he?"
***Later***
The winds howled outside of the Phoenix, shrieking as if they were angry that Anakin and Padme were safe instead of outside in its full fury.
The inside of the Phoenix was just what it looked like on the outside. It had numerable parts just laying around dejectedly, and there was not a speck of shine on it. Everything had a layer of dust, which wasn't surprising on a sand-covered planet like Tattoine. However, Padme was just glad that there was a bed and some blankets. While she didn't need the blankets because she was born on Naboo, Anakin would. It was clear the storm would last all night, and while she slept on the bed, Anakin would take the floor.
Padme sat on the bed, with Anakin sitting on the floor. Since it was hard for Anakin to reach around properly at all it was up to her to 'Patch him up' as he jokingly put it. Lightsaber wounds were strange, she had found out. They were a combination of a burn, and a deep gash. Every time she touched any skin near the wound Anakin would flinch slightly. He didn't say anything, but she could see the muscles in his neck tighten and he'd close his eyes. She was sorry she had to be the one to 'Patch him up.' Because she hated causing him pain. Trying to put the worry at the back of her mind, Padme glanced to the body on the floor. "He's a Jedi, Anakin." She said quietly. "Why is he here?"
Anakin looked up at her. "I don't- OUCH!"
Padme tightened the bandage she was wrapping around his shoulder a little too firmly, and she quickly unwrapped it.
Anakin sighed. "I don't know. He thinks I killed his master. Or at least something like that."
"Did you?"
"Of course-" He jostled the gash in his side, and painfully decided to calm down. "not." Anakin looked down at the bandage that was on his side. He had wrapped that bandage himself, and the one on his leg too, which was now covered again by his slave clothing.
Padme fastened the bandage with a snap, and surveyed her handiwork. The bandage would somewhat limit Anakin's moving ability, but only a little. Her eyes dropped away from where she bandaged Anakin's shoulder to the upper of his back where white scars blotched from right beneath his neck to the lower of his back. "What happened here?" She asked, unconsciously tracing her fingertips across a long streak that began at his right shoulder to the middle of his back.
Anakin took in a sharp breath, feeling her fingertips across his back. Suddenly he was glad she was sitting behind him because he was sure that he had a funny look on his face. He only now remembered his scarred back, which was a little embarrassing. The sensation of her cool fingertips across his back made him grin- but having her see the scars made grimace at the same time. He could only guess what that looked like. "That's what you get for suspicion of stealing." He answered in a not-a-big-deal fashion.
"That incident with Shanzo?" Padme asked, speedily taking her hand away when she realized what she was doing.
"Yeah." Anakin answered. "Public beating."
"Oh." Padme handed him his shirt, and Anakin quickly put it on.
"And he watched!" Anakin said, his anger flaring at the memory.
Padme saw the flash of Anakin's temper, and knew that it was never a good sign. So she decided to change the subject. "What's your plan?"
Anakin looked down at Obi-Wan. "I don't know what to do with him." He glanced over his shoulder at Padme again, wondering if she had any ideas.
She didn't.
TO BE CONTINUED!
(A.N. Thanks a million for the reviews guys! I love them! Just to let you know, I'm hoping to get on the internet tomorrow too, but that's just a hope. I might have to go to my grandfather's for the summer, and he lives in a place that has NO INTERNET! *gasp* I might have to stay there for about four weeks.*sob* So don't be surprised if I don't write a lot more. (sorry) BUT I WILL KEEP MY PROMISE AND FINISH THIS FAN FICTION! -California mountain girl)
Anakin walked out of his ship into the Tattoine night. The Phoenix was a combination of different ships that had crashed, rusted, and burned under the Tattoine suns. The main body of the ship was from one that had caught fire about twenty years ago- and as for the rest, it was made up of parts that he'd picked up over the years.
Like the first podracer he had ever built himself, Watto was totally oblivious of its existence. Which was a good thing; because Anakin knew that if his former Master knew of the nearly completed ship he would simply break it down again and sell it for parts.
The day had gone by smoothly, he had put Watto's data-pad back and the junk- dealer hadn't even hinted that he suspected anything. In fact, the junk- dealer had been in a rather good mood, and had sent them home early. Now, Padme was helping him work on the ship.
He sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair he looked up at the stars. His dreams were coming true, and he was getting everything he ever wanted. It was a good feeling.
Anakin would have gone back inside, unless he hadn't seen one of the shadows move. He froze, a cold feeling suddenly forming in his stomach. He quickly took the lightsaber out of his jacket, and ignited it. Everything was cast into a green glow, including the shadow, which scrambled behind one of the huge power generators. Anakin ruled out Tuskan Raider in a mili- second, which only left Sand Pirates...
"Stop right there!" Anakin yelled, taking the lightsaber out of his jacket, igniting it in a split-second with a snap-hiss. He took off, sprinting around the power generator, and then coming to an abrupt halt- his face inches away from a glowing blue blade.
"You would not believe how I have searched the galaxy for you." A voice said from the shadows.
Anakin leapt away, bringing his lightsaber up in a defensive manner. "Well I guess you found me."
The hooded figure that held the blue lightsaber paused, taking in Anakin's slave cloths, scrawny form, and dirty face. "You aren't what I expected."
"Sorry to disappoint." Anakin grumbled.
"You have something that doesn't belong to you." The hooded figure said, taking a quick lunge.
Anakin side-stepped and swiped. He didn't know what this new attacker was talking about. "The ship belongs to me. Get lost."
The owner of the blue saber reached up his right hand. Drawing away his hood, he revealed a man who was a head shorter than Anakin, with a scraggily beard, and piercing eyes. "I don't think so."
Anakin sliced at the stranger's chest- but the bearded man dodged him. Again he arched his lightsaber up and around, but the man leaped back. Anakin followed him. "Who are you?"
The man paused, drawing away again. "I am Obi-Wan Kenobi."
Anakin raised an eyebrow. "Never heard of you." He said. "But you'll never get the Phoenix."
"I don't want your ship." Obi-Wan said, circling his opponent.
"Then what do you want?" Anakin shouted, spinning around, hoping to injure the attacker.
Obi-Wan met Anakin's spin, matching its strength with his own. "You killed my master."
"No." Anakin parried Obi-Wan's slice at his throat, and then dived.
"Liar!" Obi-Wan shouted. Letting loose a flurry of attacks that would make any trained Jedi Knight grunt uncomfortably.
Anakin, however, had never been trained to use a light saber, and it was like trying to deflect a million jabs and spinning slices at once. However, somehow, with his pure power in the Force, Anakin kept Obi-Wan's attack at bay.
Anakin backed, trying to keep the blue blade away- and at this point not even being able to get onto the offensive. He knew, that if the duel kept up like this, he'd be killed. With his heart-beat pounding in his ears, Anakin leapt to the ground, and swiped at his opponent's legs.
Obi-Wan leaped up, keeping himself from being cut down at the knees. But soon found what giving Anakin a time for a breather meant, and lost the offensive.
Anakin lunged. He slashed side to side, the force guiding every movement he made. Even though he didn't know it. He jumped forward, keeping Obi-Wan backing away, making the older man retreat constantly. However, unknown to Anakin, he was using up all his momentum and leaving himself unbalanced, perfect for a counter attack.
Obi-Wan parried another stab to his chest. He was amazed at the amount of power this seemingly un-trained young man was displaying. However, Obi-Wan did feel Anakin's rage, and Dark Side that tinged Anakin's soul. Still, Obi-Wan's own anger inside would not allow him to fail in the cause he had set out to do ten years before. And that was, to kill the Sith who killed his master. He saw his chance, and took it.
Anakin watched in horror as the blue blade snaked under his, and dug deep into his right shoulder. He looked down at the blood and singed muscle- which was a horrible mistake.
Obi-Wan attacked again, this time slashing at Anakin's side, right under the rib-cage, and then the thigh, zigg-zagging out again and knocking his unsuspecting opponent's lightsaber away.
Anakin screamed in pain, and fell back into the sand, grasping his side and thigh.
"You must have ambushed him." Obi-Wan said quietly, walking up to Anakin, his lightsaber under the young man's chin. He had to admit the young man had skill, but it was untrained skill, blind power. "You're overconfident and untrained."
The lightsaber sounded like a million angry black bees in Anakin's ears. Sweat poured off his forehead, stinging in his eyes, and the pain was unbelievable. He gasped for breath. "I didn't kill your master!" Anakin shouted.
Obi-Wan looked down at the young man who gazed up at him. He felt a flicker of doubt in his conscience, then something else. He glanced over his shoulder, seeing a female figure on the landing ramp of the ship, blaster leveled. And that was the last thing he saw before he was sent into unconsciousness, collapsing to the ground.
Anakin turned his head to Padme, who was standing on the landing ramp of the Phoenix, blaster in hand, undoubtedly set to stun. She ran down the ramp, and knelt down next to him. "Girl am I glad to see you." Anakin said, groaning as she put his arm around her shoulders and hauled him to his feet.
They stood there for a moment. Anakin didn't say anything, and Padme was silent because she could tell he was listening for something. "Storm's coming." He said at last. "We've gotta get inside." Anakin gasped, standing on his injured leg. "I'm fine. We gotta get him in the Phoenix."
Padme nodded. "Sure. Who is he?"
***Later***
The winds howled outside of the Phoenix, shrieking as if they were angry that Anakin and Padme were safe instead of outside in its full fury.
The inside of the Phoenix was just what it looked like on the outside. It had numerable parts just laying around dejectedly, and there was not a speck of shine on it. Everything had a layer of dust, which wasn't surprising on a sand-covered planet like Tattoine. However, Padme was just glad that there was a bed and some blankets. While she didn't need the blankets because she was born on Naboo, Anakin would. It was clear the storm would last all night, and while she slept on the bed, Anakin would take the floor.
Padme sat on the bed, with Anakin sitting on the floor. Since it was hard for Anakin to reach around properly at all it was up to her to 'Patch him up' as he jokingly put it. Lightsaber wounds were strange, she had found out. They were a combination of a burn, and a deep gash. Every time she touched any skin near the wound Anakin would flinch slightly. He didn't say anything, but she could see the muscles in his neck tighten and he'd close his eyes. She was sorry she had to be the one to 'Patch him up.' Because she hated causing him pain. Trying to put the worry at the back of her mind, Padme glanced to the body on the floor. "He's a Jedi, Anakin." She said quietly. "Why is he here?"
Anakin looked up at her. "I don't- OUCH!"
Padme tightened the bandage she was wrapping around his shoulder a little too firmly, and she quickly unwrapped it.
Anakin sighed. "I don't know. He thinks I killed his master. Or at least something like that."
"Did you?"
"Of course-" He jostled the gash in his side, and painfully decided to calm down. "not." Anakin looked down at the bandage that was on his side. He had wrapped that bandage himself, and the one on his leg too, which was now covered again by his slave clothing.
Padme fastened the bandage with a snap, and surveyed her handiwork. The bandage would somewhat limit Anakin's moving ability, but only a little. Her eyes dropped away from where she bandaged Anakin's shoulder to the upper of his back where white scars blotched from right beneath his neck to the lower of his back. "What happened here?" She asked, unconsciously tracing her fingertips across a long streak that began at his right shoulder to the middle of his back.
Anakin took in a sharp breath, feeling her fingertips across his back. Suddenly he was glad she was sitting behind him because he was sure that he had a funny look on his face. He only now remembered his scarred back, which was a little embarrassing. The sensation of her cool fingertips across his back made him grin- but having her see the scars made grimace at the same time. He could only guess what that looked like. "That's what you get for suspicion of stealing." He answered in a not-a-big-deal fashion.
"That incident with Shanzo?" Padme asked, speedily taking her hand away when she realized what she was doing.
"Yeah." Anakin answered. "Public beating."
"Oh." Padme handed him his shirt, and Anakin quickly put it on.
"And he watched!" Anakin said, his anger flaring at the memory.
Padme saw the flash of Anakin's temper, and knew that it was never a good sign. So she decided to change the subject. "What's your plan?"
Anakin looked down at Obi-Wan. "I don't know what to do with him." He glanced over his shoulder at Padme again, wondering if she had any ideas.
She didn't.
TO BE CONTINUED!
(A.N. Thanks a million for the reviews guys! I love them! Just to let you know, I'm hoping to get on the internet tomorrow too, but that's just a hope. I might have to go to my grandfather's for the summer, and he lives in a place that has NO INTERNET! *gasp* I might have to stay there for about four weeks.*sob* So don't be surprised if I don't write a lot more. (sorry) BUT I WILL KEEP MY PROMISE AND FINISH THIS FAN FICTION! -California mountain girl)