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Lessa turned the corner, the two Padawans, close behind and knew they were already too late. No! she thought, despairingly. No, he'll be okay, those papers. . . damn them, anyway. They. . . are probably right, but he'll be okay. They won't be thorough!
Anakin's pain was obvious. He knew his Master was in trouble, knew they were too late. He instantly threw himself, completely unarmed, at the intruders in defense of his Master.
Fortunately, the ferocity of the attack and the complete unexpectedness of it caught them completely off guard. They couldn't get their blasters up before a fully grown Jedi Knight slashed at them and hit them with her lightsaber, blocking the two or three blots they'd been able to get off. She was mad too. Not many dared to attack a Jedi. Not many were able to hit them, but considering the state her Obi-Wan, her darling, had been in when they came, she wasn't surprised to find him bleeding on the floor, though the sight filled her with despair. She prayed to the Force and any other gods or deities that might be listening to let her not be too late, to let him be okay.
Lessa knelt next to him. Not for nothing was Lessa Solarem known as the best Jedi healer in the Temple. Pushing through her anguish, love, pain, worry, and rage, she concentrated and brought the Force to bear on his wounds. It could have been worse. It could definitely have been worse. He'd need medical treatment anyway, and a few days in a bacta tank. For now, though. . . She quickly grabbed the first-aid kit in the bathroom and wound the bandages around his chest.
Obi-Wan woke up, feeling worse than he had in a long, long time. Firstly, he was still really pissed off that the Council in general, Masters Yoda, Windu and Gallia in particular, had lied to him. Secondly, he had a hell of a headache. Third, he felt like someone had been beating on his chest with an overweight bantha. Fourth, he felt worry emanating from Anakin and Lessa. Somehow, he knew that Lessa was supposed to be there, it was right. It was. She was supposed to be here with him. He slowly opened his eyes.
Lessa's and Anakin's shouts were heard into the hall. Then Lessa became the serious healer again. "How are you feeling?" she asked him.
"Like shit," he answered, pure Obi-Wan. "I feel, to put it mildly, like I've been run through a, what do you call them, a flattener of some sort several times over."
Lessa shook her head and Anakin laughed. He'll be okay. The knowledge sent relief through her like a wildfire. "You're going to need to take it easy, Jedi," she informed him, "but you'll be okay. You'll probably need to see the inside of a bacta tank, at least, but we don't have time now."
Quickly they filled him in on all that was going on. When they finished, he cursed. Profusely, creatively, and lengthily. "As if I didn't have enough conspiracies to deal with!" he muttered, leaving the other three to try and figure out what he meant. All three left the room then, knowing that they needed to reach Akhorel before the rest of the plan could be put into action. Obi-Wan cursed the whole way because he couldn't make it on his own and needed to lean heavily on Lessa. He hated being a burden. He really did.
About three-quarters of the way there, Khala strode up to them. "Ah may I be of assistance to the Jedi?" he inquired in a warm, flattering tone. "Perhaps a medic?"
Obi-Wan, having none of it, told the man in no uncertain terms exactly what he thought of him and what he could do with his 'helpfulness.' This left everyone shocked, except Anakin who was used to it by now. The Jedi continued to move on, but Khala drew a blaster. Anticipating this one, Obi- Wan pushed Lessa, throwing them in different directions. Drawing his saber, Obi-Wan slashed, but miscalculated and missed, using the only chance he had and falling to the ground. Anakin and Lanen had pulled the same maneuver. Lanen and Obi-Wan were now unconscious. Lessa told Anakin to stay with them and, igniting her saber, ran after Khala.
A/N. That's all for today, folks. Enjoyed, I hope? Please review! By the way, I figured out why fate/the Force killed off Satine in Moulin Rouge. And the damn good reason we've all been waiting for is. . .Would Christian have seriously turned to writing if Satine hadn't died? I mean, he's so talented, but he'd probably go back to his father and become something he wasn't. Besides, Satine had gone off to a better place, thus giving Christian a chance to show his true potential and really shine.
Lessa turned the corner, the two Padawans, close behind and knew they were already too late. No! she thought, despairingly. No, he'll be okay, those papers. . . damn them, anyway. They. . . are probably right, but he'll be okay. They won't be thorough!
Anakin's pain was obvious. He knew his Master was in trouble, knew they were too late. He instantly threw himself, completely unarmed, at the intruders in defense of his Master.
Fortunately, the ferocity of the attack and the complete unexpectedness of it caught them completely off guard. They couldn't get their blasters up before a fully grown Jedi Knight slashed at them and hit them with her lightsaber, blocking the two or three blots they'd been able to get off. She was mad too. Not many dared to attack a Jedi. Not many were able to hit them, but considering the state her Obi-Wan, her darling, had been in when they came, she wasn't surprised to find him bleeding on the floor, though the sight filled her with despair. She prayed to the Force and any other gods or deities that might be listening to let her not be too late, to let him be okay.
Lessa knelt next to him. Not for nothing was Lessa Solarem known as the best Jedi healer in the Temple. Pushing through her anguish, love, pain, worry, and rage, she concentrated and brought the Force to bear on his wounds. It could have been worse. It could definitely have been worse. He'd need medical treatment anyway, and a few days in a bacta tank. For now, though. . . She quickly grabbed the first-aid kit in the bathroom and wound the bandages around his chest.
Obi-Wan woke up, feeling worse than he had in a long, long time. Firstly, he was still really pissed off that the Council in general, Masters Yoda, Windu and Gallia in particular, had lied to him. Secondly, he had a hell of a headache. Third, he felt like someone had been beating on his chest with an overweight bantha. Fourth, he felt worry emanating from Anakin and Lessa. Somehow, he knew that Lessa was supposed to be there, it was right. It was. She was supposed to be here with him. He slowly opened his eyes.
Lessa's and Anakin's shouts were heard into the hall. Then Lessa became the serious healer again. "How are you feeling?" she asked him.
"Like shit," he answered, pure Obi-Wan. "I feel, to put it mildly, like I've been run through a, what do you call them, a flattener of some sort several times over."
Lessa shook her head and Anakin laughed. He'll be okay. The knowledge sent relief through her like a wildfire. "You're going to need to take it easy, Jedi," she informed him, "but you'll be okay. You'll probably need to see the inside of a bacta tank, at least, but we don't have time now."
Quickly they filled him in on all that was going on. When they finished, he cursed. Profusely, creatively, and lengthily. "As if I didn't have enough conspiracies to deal with!" he muttered, leaving the other three to try and figure out what he meant. All three left the room then, knowing that they needed to reach Akhorel before the rest of the plan could be put into action. Obi-Wan cursed the whole way because he couldn't make it on his own and needed to lean heavily on Lessa. He hated being a burden. He really did.
About three-quarters of the way there, Khala strode up to them. "Ah may I be of assistance to the Jedi?" he inquired in a warm, flattering tone. "Perhaps a medic?"
Obi-Wan, having none of it, told the man in no uncertain terms exactly what he thought of him and what he could do with his 'helpfulness.' This left everyone shocked, except Anakin who was used to it by now. The Jedi continued to move on, but Khala drew a blaster. Anticipating this one, Obi- Wan pushed Lessa, throwing them in different directions. Drawing his saber, Obi-Wan slashed, but miscalculated and missed, using the only chance he had and falling to the ground. Anakin and Lanen had pulled the same maneuver. Lanen and Obi-Wan were now unconscious. Lessa told Anakin to stay with them and, igniting her saber, ran after Khala.
A/N. That's all for today, folks. Enjoyed, I hope? Please review! By the way, I figured out why fate/the Force killed off Satine in Moulin Rouge. And the damn good reason we've all been waiting for is. . .Would Christian have seriously turned to writing if Satine hadn't died? I mean, he's so talented, but he'd probably go back to his father and become something he wasn't. Besides, Satine had gone off to a better place, thus giving Christian a chance to show his true potential and really shine.