Disclaimer . Star Wars or the characters are not mine . and I'm still not
making any money .. (Maybe. one day.) Author's note: I'm slowly continuing
this story when I have time.
The Jedi looked at her funny. "I told you my name... I'm Anakin Solo." "You've got to be kidding me Anakin Solo has been dead for the past 60 years! What is this, some cruel joke? Just because you might look like him that doesn't mean you can going around saying you are." Tahiri's face started to turn red with anger. "Calm down," the Anakin look alike soothed, "Your right I'm not him, but. wait how did you know what he looked like?" "That is beside the point-" "I have the right to know how you know. Do you have a holo of him or-" "Why would you have the right to know?" "I just do. Answer my question. How do you know what he looked like?" "No! Answer my questions first then maybe I will tell you what you want to know." "What are you talking about I have already answered them!" "Yeah answered them with lies!" She screamed this in his face. Without either of them noticing during their argument, they had gotten extremely close to each other. The ice green eyes and the just as cool blue ones were only centimeters apart. They stood there for a few seconds glaring into the other's eyes for what seemed an eternity. Finally, the "Anakin" broke eye contact. "This is stupid." "What the fact you have the chronic lying disease or is it the fact that you think you have the right to know everything?" The Jedi sighed a shooked his head. "My name is really Anakin Solo. I know I look just like him though I don't know why you would know that. I'm actually Jacen Solo's grandson." "Ohh.." Tahiri nodded not quite believing, "But that doesn't explain why you are identical to the first Anakin Solo." "Why are you and your grandmother identical?" Anakin asked while raising his eyebrows. "We're not.." Tahiri stopped suddenly. We do act a lot alike maybe I am just like her. "See, you are a lot like her. You just can't tell because you have only seen the older version of your grandmother."" Tahiri again nodded her head but abruptly stopped when they heard sounds coming from down the street they had come from. Anakin started looking around for an escape, but there wasn't one. He swore while he pulled out his lightsaber. "Tahiri since you don't have a weapon your are going have to stay as far back down the alley as you can. You could try looking for another escape." She silently shook her head to order. "Go Tahiri." "I can't," She walked up to him, "I'm not going anywhere unless you come with me." "Tahiri.." Anakin kept glancing from the street to her. "I.. uh . arghhh. Fine lets go." Anakin peeked around the corner and saw no threat. "Stay close to me and try not to be noticed." Tahiri nodded her head and Anakin glanced back at the street. "Here we go." Anakin followed by Tahiri slipped around the corner. Luckily, there wasn't anyone coming from the direction they had heard the sounds. The duo walked briskly through the street without being noticed. They began hearing noises that sounded like angry voices. Their pace began to quicken, when they rounded a corner, but they stopped suddenly when they saw what they were face to face with. IT was the same warrior who Anakin had caught his hand off. Anakin glanced behind them and there was a group of Yuzaahn Vong coming at them from the other direction. Running out of options Anakin pulled out his lightsaber. He was ready to at least go down fighting. Before he could even switch his blade on, he felt himself being tugged backwards. He glanced around and Tahiri had a hold on the back of his shirt. They found themselves in someone's home. Tahiri started running through it and found a back door. "Come on dummy! Unless you want to get sliced to bits." Anakin followed her and found himself running through another street. "Where are we going?" he called towards the swift barefoot girl. "Home." "Home? As in your home? Well then they'll find us for sure. It's like were walking or more like running into our own personal trap." Anakin glanced over only to see her roll her eyes. "I liked you better when you weren't saying anything and I was asking all of the questions."
Anakin shook his head as they continued to run. "Well it is going to be a trap, we-" Tahiri cut him off, "They don't know who I am because the don't have any records of me. We will be safe there for the time being. Besides, my grandmother will know what to do."
"Grandmother?" Tahiri looked back at Anakin who had seemed to stumble a few steps.
"Yeah, grandmother. As in mother of my mother. Ya think you at least be somewhat as smart as the first Anakin."
Anakin raised a hand to stop her from going on. "I know what and who your or any other grandmother is. I'm just taken a back a bit. They didn't say anything about meeting the real Tahiri Veila."
"There you go with that 'they' thing again. You're talking like you are a part of one of those groups who sell their soul away for membership, where they hear figurines and rocks talk to them, and go on journeys to find the meaning of life or to-"
"Ahh, do you ever shut up?!?"
Tahiri turned her nose away and continued to run.
* * *
Anakin began to lose track of how long they had been on the move. It had been at least one standard hour since they last saw anyone of any Vong. A plethora of sand dunes that stretched out for kilos was his only company bedsides the barefoot, blonde girl. She continued to reassure him that it was not much further, though Anakin felt a feeling that the dunes would never end.
"Aha!"
Anakin almost jumped from the sudden noise from Tahiri. He looked around for anything noticable that would cause her exclamation. The only thing in his view was an opening of a cave, which Tahiri began sprinting off too.
"Come a long! Or do you plan just to stand there."
Anakin raised an eyebrow and looked around before he replied. "You live in a cave?"
"No Dummy," she called back from the entrance. "It is our second mode of transportation, kept here for emergencies."
"Second mode of transportation? Wouldn't it be our first or do you consider running around the desert a mode of transportation?" Anakin stepped into the dark cave illuminated by one light. Anakin then took in what was to be considered their second mode of transportation.
"Well. let's go." Tahiri cried impatiently.
Anakin shook his head and looked down at a very old, very unreliable looking, red speeder. The torn up speeder jogged his memory of flying over the surface if the desert and seeing the twin suns set. He shook the memory off and began to reject. "No. Way. The thing looks like it could be a century old at the least.
"You know, I think it probably is, but it is reliable and it is the only way to get out of here.
"Out of where? The middle of no where that you lead us in to, so we could commit suicide in the out of date "mode of transportation."
"Well it is suicide to stay," Tahiri countered. She pondered for a second at looked back up at him. "You're just scared, aren't you?"
"Right. I . I'm just concerned with your safety."
"That's what I thought," she stepped back and held up her hand. "Would you like to have the honors?" Anakin shrugged and gracefully hopped into the speeder and smoothly started the engine with a satisfied smile from Tahiri.
The Jedi looked at her funny. "I told you my name... I'm Anakin Solo." "You've got to be kidding me Anakin Solo has been dead for the past 60 years! What is this, some cruel joke? Just because you might look like him that doesn't mean you can going around saying you are." Tahiri's face started to turn red with anger. "Calm down," the Anakin look alike soothed, "Your right I'm not him, but. wait how did you know what he looked like?" "That is beside the point-" "I have the right to know how you know. Do you have a holo of him or-" "Why would you have the right to know?" "I just do. Answer my question. How do you know what he looked like?" "No! Answer my questions first then maybe I will tell you what you want to know." "What are you talking about I have already answered them!" "Yeah answered them with lies!" She screamed this in his face. Without either of them noticing during their argument, they had gotten extremely close to each other. The ice green eyes and the just as cool blue ones were only centimeters apart. They stood there for a few seconds glaring into the other's eyes for what seemed an eternity. Finally, the "Anakin" broke eye contact. "This is stupid." "What the fact you have the chronic lying disease or is it the fact that you think you have the right to know everything?" The Jedi sighed a shooked his head. "My name is really Anakin Solo. I know I look just like him though I don't know why you would know that. I'm actually Jacen Solo's grandson." "Ohh.." Tahiri nodded not quite believing, "But that doesn't explain why you are identical to the first Anakin Solo." "Why are you and your grandmother identical?" Anakin asked while raising his eyebrows. "We're not.." Tahiri stopped suddenly. We do act a lot alike maybe I am just like her. "See, you are a lot like her. You just can't tell because you have only seen the older version of your grandmother."" Tahiri again nodded her head but abruptly stopped when they heard sounds coming from down the street they had come from. Anakin started looking around for an escape, but there wasn't one. He swore while he pulled out his lightsaber. "Tahiri since you don't have a weapon your are going have to stay as far back down the alley as you can. You could try looking for another escape." She silently shook her head to order. "Go Tahiri." "I can't," She walked up to him, "I'm not going anywhere unless you come with me." "Tahiri.." Anakin kept glancing from the street to her. "I.. uh . arghhh. Fine lets go." Anakin peeked around the corner and saw no threat. "Stay close to me and try not to be noticed." Tahiri nodded her head and Anakin glanced back at the street. "Here we go." Anakin followed by Tahiri slipped around the corner. Luckily, there wasn't anyone coming from the direction they had heard the sounds. The duo walked briskly through the street without being noticed. They began hearing noises that sounded like angry voices. Their pace began to quicken, when they rounded a corner, but they stopped suddenly when they saw what they were face to face with. IT was the same warrior who Anakin had caught his hand off. Anakin glanced behind them and there was a group of Yuzaahn Vong coming at them from the other direction. Running out of options Anakin pulled out his lightsaber. He was ready to at least go down fighting. Before he could even switch his blade on, he felt himself being tugged backwards. He glanced around and Tahiri had a hold on the back of his shirt. They found themselves in someone's home. Tahiri started running through it and found a back door. "Come on dummy! Unless you want to get sliced to bits." Anakin followed her and found himself running through another street. "Where are we going?" he called towards the swift barefoot girl. "Home." "Home? As in your home? Well then they'll find us for sure. It's like were walking or more like running into our own personal trap." Anakin glanced over only to see her roll her eyes. "I liked you better when you weren't saying anything and I was asking all of the questions."
Anakin shook his head as they continued to run. "Well it is going to be a trap, we-" Tahiri cut him off, "They don't know who I am because the don't have any records of me. We will be safe there for the time being. Besides, my grandmother will know what to do."
"Grandmother?" Tahiri looked back at Anakin who had seemed to stumble a few steps.
"Yeah, grandmother. As in mother of my mother. Ya think you at least be somewhat as smart as the first Anakin."
Anakin raised a hand to stop her from going on. "I know what and who your or any other grandmother is. I'm just taken a back a bit. They didn't say anything about meeting the real Tahiri Veila."
"There you go with that 'they' thing again. You're talking like you are a part of one of those groups who sell their soul away for membership, where they hear figurines and rocks talk to them, and go on journeys to find the meaning of life or to-"
"Ahh, do you ever shut up?!?"
Tahiri turned her nose away and continued to run.
* * *
Anakin began to lose track of how long they had been on the move. It had been at least one standard hour since they last saw anyone of any Vong. A plethora of sand dunes that stretched out for kilos was his only company bedsides the barefoot, blonde girl. She continued to reassure him that it was not much further, though Anakin felt a feeling that the dunes would never end.
"Aha!"
Anakin almost jumped from the sudden noise from Tahiri. He looked around for anything noticable that would cause her exclamation. The only thing in his view was an opening of a cave, which Tahiri began sprinting off too.
"Come a long! Or do you plan just to stand there."
Anakin raised an eyebrow and looked around before he replied. "You live in a cave?"
"No Dummy," she called back from the entrance. "It is our second mode of transportation, kept here for emergencies."
"Second mode of transportation? Wouldn't it be our first or do you consider running around the desert a mode of transportation?" Anakin stepped into the dark cave illuminated by one light. Anakin then took in what was to be considered their second mode of transportation.
"Well. let's go." Tahiri cried impatiently.
Anakin shook his head and looked down at a very old, very unreliable looking, red speeder. The torn up speeder jogged his memory of flying over the surface if the desert and seeing the twin suns set. He shook the memory off and began to reject. "No. Way. The thing looks like it could be a century old at the least.
"You know, I think it probably is, but it is reliable and it is the only way to get out of here.
"Out of where? The middle of no where that you lead us in to, so we could commit suicide in the out of date "mode of transportation."
"Well it is suicide to stay," Tahiri countered. She pondered for a second at looked back up at him. "You're just scared, aren't you?"
"Right. I . I'm just concerned with your safety."
"That's what I thought," she stepped back and held up her hand. "Would you like to have the honors?" Anakin shrugged and gracefully hopped into the speeder and smoothly started the engine with a satisfied smile from Tahiri.