Chapter TEN!
A.N. I'm back, went to EFY over the weekend and came back and then sleep for two days. Agh! Or at least tried. Hope you enjoy the newest installment!!!
**IN THE DUNGEONS OF JABBA'S PALACE***
Danthor wasn't sure what was going on. First off, the former master had given him the slave's codes- But he had put them in, and the transmitter wasn't responding. At All.
The fanged alien looked down at Anakin's sprawled body and the gamorian guards that stood expectantly around waiting for orders. Danthor had already checked the batteries on the scanner and they checked out correctly. He sighed, kneeling down next to the slave again, wondering why he had traveled across the galaxy and was now reduced to doing droid-work for a Hutt. Gambling never got him anywhere. Especially when you gamble with a Hutt.
Danthor grunted. "Sithspawn." The transmitter was not functional. The poor slave wasn't really a slave after all. The transmitter must have been faulty- Unless. He punched another code into the scanner, and found that it was quite to the opposite. This slave wasn't a slave at all- The transmitter was deactivated. Danthor rolled the blonde human over onto his back; he could smell something was up. He frisked the former slave, and found his hunch was right. "Idiots!"
The gamorian guards squealed and backed away as the were-wolf like Danthor pointed a blaster at their snouts.
"This is not a slave!" Danthor stood it up, slapping a particularly stupid looking guard across his sweaty face. "It's an assassin!" He flung the blaster at the gamorian captain. "Inform Jabba. Take this spy away."
The guards grunted, grabbing Anakin by the arms, dragging him away. Danthor watched them go, wondering why Jabba wasn't dead already- with those idiots guarding him. Not that it would be a tragedy if Jabba was dead. But being the coward he was, Danthor preferred that someone else did the deed.
***IN ONE OF THE CELLS OF THE DUNGEON***
Obi-Wan Kenobi watched as the guards flung a very familiar blonde-haired slave into the cell.
Anakin wasn't fully conscious yet, and he groaned as he hit the grungy ground. It sounded to Obi-Wan like "Mph-mph pit droids!" but of course it took a little bit of Obi-Wan's imagination just to get that much out.
Obi-wan walked over to the waking Skywalker. He stood above the young ex- slave, crossing his arms. "Wakie-Wakie."
Anakin opened his eyes. "Urg."
Obi-Wan smiled thinly. "Always thought you had good conversational skills."
Anakin looked from right to left. His head felt like he was hitting it against a brick wall over and over again. He blinked. Oops, that made it worse. He glanced up at the bearded Jedi. "You know you're a blasted pain in the butt?"
Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. "You're the one who got yourself here."
"You blasted got here first." Anakin looked for the blaster in his shirt- missing. "Sithspawn!"
"Really Anakin, sometimes I wonder if you've stayed out in the sun too long. You know they'd search you." Obi-Wan walked back over to the wall he had been sitting down next to.
Anakin got to his feet slowly, groaning and reaching to the back of his head. He looked at his hand, seeing blood. "Great."
"Why are you here?" Obi-Wan asked.
Anakin brushed some of the stinking grunge off his shirt. "To rescue you." He glared at Obi-Wan. "Duh."
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. "Good job."
Anakin didn't appreciate Obi-Wan's criticism. "Hey you were the one coming to Tattoine in the first place!" Anakin put a hand to his temple, feeling the pain of his headache. "Oh sith."
Obi-Wan paced the small cell like a trapped predator. "You were the one who dabbled in the Dark Side!"
Anakin walked over to the opposite wall, and sat down, leaning against it. "Whatever Jedi. You were the one to go and attack me!"
Obi-Wan smirked. "You think you know everything!" He pointed at Anakin. "You're just some ex-slave. Has Padme ever told you how she came here?"
Anakin looked up sharply at Obi-Wan. "What are you saying old man."
"I recognized her when I awoke in your ship. I was once assigned to guard her." Obi-wan walked over to Anakin, leaning down and glaring at the young man. "Ten years ago she disappeared into nothingness."
Anakin looked up at Obi-Wan with a vacant expression.
Obi-Wan laughed angrily. "She was assumed dead, and the people of her planet fought on."
Anakin raised his hands. "Wait a minute! She told me she was from Naboo, but why was she here in the first place?"
"The Trade Federation invaded her planet, and we barely got away." Obi-Wan rubbed his forehead. "Only the hyperdrive was leaking, and we had to stop to make repairs. My master and a handmaiden went into a city and never returned."
Anakin's mind was putting the pieces together, but still it was hard to believe.
"It was only when they didn't return that I learned that the handmaiden was indeed Queen Amidala of the Naboo." Obi-wan sank to the ground, sighing. "I have returned to Tattoine many times searching for her and the killer of my Master. But I was never successful in finding either."
"My ex master won her from the last Boonta Eve Podrace." Anakin replied. He looked at the ground. Now everything made sense. Old memories flashed across his mind's eye. The hot suns beating down, and the smell of drying blood. Anakin had exhausted himself almost to the point of collapse dragging the huge man into the shade. The Jedi had looked up at him with so much pain in his eyes ten year old Anakin wished he could do anything to help him.
The man was beyond help, and Anakin could see the life leaving in front of his eyes. The giant whispered about the Force, about life, he had told Anakin to leave before someone returned, and he had handed Anakin the lightsaber he had clutched in his whitening hands.
Most of it hadn't made much sense in Anakin's young ears. But now it did. The man whispered for him not to use the weapon with anger in his heart, but only now Anakin remembered the plea. The man died before Anakin's eyes, but in less than a millisecond he had felt something was coming- a shadow- evil. He had fled, never to return to that part of the outskirts for several years. And Padme- A Queen? Why hadn't she ever told him?
Anakin blinked, looking back at Obi-Wan. "I didn't kill your master. But I found him when I was young. Tried to comfort him, but it was too late."
Obi-Wan met Anakin's gaze, for once seeing sincerity in the young man's eyes.
"I'm sorry." Anakin said quietly. For a while, there was a pause.
Obi-Wan looked around, wanting to ask Skywalker more questions but new this wasn't the place or time. "So you had an idea to get in here. Any idea of how to get out?"
"It's in the works." Anakin smiled mischievously. "Didn't go like I had hoped."
"What do you think they'll do with us?" Obi-Wan asked.
"I haven't got the faintest idea." Anakin answered, leaning back. "Probably something interesting and fun. Maybe like feeding us to a rancor or something."
Obi-Wan looked abruptly up at Anakin, who flashed him a grin. "They have them here?"
"Heack no." Anakin replied. "But I've heard he had one imported. I've heard all sorts of nasty little rumors of what Jabba does to people he doesn't like."
"Great."
"What the matter Jedi?" Anakin popped his neck. "This will be a piece-of- cake."
Obi-Wan looked away, he didn't know what Anakin had up his sleeve and didn't ask. "I've got a bad feeling about this."
TO BE CONTINUED!
(A.N. Sorry this chapter didn't have much in it. But the next chapter is gonna have some action in it. Are you ready for it? What does Padme's costume gonna be? How are they gonna get outta this one! Hope to put up more soon!!!!!!!! THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS!!!)
A.N. I'm back, went to EFY over the weekend and came back and then sleep for two days. Agh! Or at least tried. Hope you enjoy the newest installment!!!
**IN THE DUNGEONS OF JABBA'S PALACE***
Danthor wasn't sure what was going on. First off, the former master had given him the slave's codes- But he had put them in, and the transmitter wasn't responding. At All.
The fanged alien looked down at Anakin's sprawled body and the gamorian guards that stood expectantly around waiting for orders. Danthor had already checked the batteries on the scanner and they checked out correctly. He sighed, kneeling down next to the slave again, wondering why he had traveled across the galaxy and was now reduced to doing droid-work for a Hutt. Gambling never got him anywhere. Especially when you gamble with a Hutt.
Danthor grunted. "Sithspawn." The transmitter was not functional. The poor slave wasn't really a slave after all. The transmitter must have been faulty- Unless. He punched another code into the scanner, and found that it was quite to the opposite. This slave wasn't a slave at all- The transmitter was deactivated. Danthor rolled the blonde human over onto his back; he could smell something was up. He frisked the former slave, and found his hunch was right. "Idiots!"
The gamorian guards squealed and backed away as the were-wolf like Danthor pointed a blaster at their snouts.
"This is not a slave!" Danthor stood it up, slapping a particularly stupid looking guard across his sweaty face. "It's an assassin!" He flung the blaster at the gamorian captain. "Inform Jabba. Take this spy away."
The guards grunted, grabbing Anakin by the arms, dragging him away. Danthor watched them go, wondering why Jabba wasn't dead already- with those idiots guarding him. Not that it would be a tragedy if Jabba was dead. But being the coward he was, Danthor preferred that someone else did the deed.
***IN ONE OF THE CELLS OF THE DUNGEON***
Obi-Wan Kenobi watched as the guards flung a very familiar blonde-haired slave into the cell.
Anakin wasn't fully conscious yet, and he groaned as he hit the grungy ground. It sounded to Obi-Wan like "Mph-mph pit droids!" but of course it took a little bit of Obi-Wan's imagination just to get that much out.
Obi-wan walked over to the waking Skywalker. He stood above the young ex- slave, crossing his arms. "Wakie-Wakie."
Anakin opened his eyes. "Urg."
Obi-Wan smiled thinly. "Always thought you had good conversational skills."
Anakin looked from right to left. His head felt like he was hitting it against a brick wall over and over again. He blinked. Oops, that made it worse. He glanced up at the bearded Jedi. "You know you're a blasted pain in the butt?"
Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. "You're the one who got yourself here."
"You blasted got here first." Anakin looked for the blaster in his shirt- missing. "Sithspawn!"
"Really Anakin, sometimes I wonder if you've stayed out in the sun too long. You know they'd search you." Obi-Wan walked back over to the wall he had been sitting down next to.
Anakin got to his feet slowly, groaning and reaching to the back of his head. He looked at his hand, seeing blood. "Great."
"Why are you here?" Obi-Wan asked.
Anakin brushed some of the stinking grunge off his shirt. "To rescue you." He glared at Obi-Wan. "Duh."
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. "Good job."
Anakin didn't appreciate Obi-Wan's criticism. "Hey you were the one coming to Tattoine in the first place!" Anakin put a hand to his temple, feeling the pain of his headache. "Oh sith."
Obi-Wan paced the small cell like a trapped predator. "You were the one who dabbled in the Dark Side!"
Anakin walked over to the opposite wall, and sat down, leaning against it. "Whatever Jedi. You were the one to go and attack me!"
Obi-Wan smirked. "You think you know everything!" He pointed at Anakin. "You're just some ex-slave. Has Padme ever told you how she came here?"
Anakin looked up sharply at Obi-Wan. "What are you saying old man."
"I recognized her when I awoke in your ship. I was once assigned to guard her." Obi-wan walked over to Anakin, leaning down and glaring at the young man. "Ten years ago she disappeared into nothingness."
Anakin looked up at Obi-Wan with a vacant expression.
Obi-Wan laughed angrily. "She was assumed dead, and the people of her planet fought on."
Anakin raised his hands. "Wait a minute! She told me she was from Naboo, but why was she here in the first place?"
"The Trade Federation invaded her planet, and we barely got away." Obi-Wan rubbed his forehead. "Only the hyperdrive was leaking, and we had to stop to make repairs. My master and a handmaiden went into a city and never returned."
Anakin's mind was putting the pieces together, but still it was hard to believe.
"It was only when they didn't return that I learned that the handmaiden was indeed Queen Amidala of the Naboo." Obi-wan sank to the ground, sighing. "I have returned to Tattoine many times searching for her and the killer of my Master. But I was never successful in finding either."
"My ex master won her from the last Boonta Eve Podrace." Anakin replied. He looked at the ground. Now everything made sense. Old memories flashed across his mind's eye. The hot suns beating down, and the smell of drying blood. Anakin had exhausted himself almost to the point of collapse dragging the huge man into the shade. The Jedi had looked up at him with so much pain in his eyes ten year old Anakin wished he could do anything to help him.
The man was beyond help, and Anakin could see the life leaving in front of his eyes. The giant whispered about the Force, about life, he had told Anakin to leave before someone returned, and he had handed Anakin the lightsaber he had clutched in his whitening hands.
Most of it hadn't made much sense in Anakin's young ears. But now it did. The man whispered for him not to use the weapon with anger in his heart, but only now Anakin remembered the plea. The man died before Anakin's eyes, but in less than a millisecond he had felt something was coming- a shadow- evil. He had fled, never to return to that part of the outskirts for several years. And Padme- A Queen? Why hadn't she ever told him?
Anakin blinked, looking back at Obi-Wan. "I didn't kill your master. But I found him when I was young. Tried to comfort him, but it was too late."
Obi-Wan met Anakin's gaze, for once seeing sincerity in the young man's eyes.
"I'm sorry." Anakin said quietly. For a while, there was a pause.
Obi-Wan looked around, wanting to ask Skywalker more questions but new this wasn't the place or time. "So you had an idea to get in here. Any idea of how to get out?"
"It's in the works." Anakin smiled mischievously. "Didn't go like I had hoped."
"What do you think they'll do with us?" Obi-Wan asked.
"I haven't got the faintest idea." Anakin answered, leaning back. "Probably something interesting and fun. Maybe like feeding us to a rancor or something."
Obi-Wan looked abruptly up at Anakin, who flashed him a grin. "They have them here?"
"Heack no." Anakin replied. "But I've heard he had one imported. I've heard all sorts of nasty little rumors of what Jabba does to people he doesn't like."
"Great."
"What the matter Jedi?" Anakin popped his neck. "This will be a piece-of- cake."
Obi-Wan looked away, he didn't know what Anakin had up his sleeve and didn't ask. "I've got a bad feeling about this."
TO BE CONTINUED!
(A.N. Sorry this chapter didn't have much in it. But the next chapter is gonna have some action in it. Are you ready for it? What does Padme's costume gonna be? How are they gonna get outta this one! Hope to put up more soon!!!!!!!! THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS!!!)