Title: I Won't Fail You
Author: Julie the Tall Terror
E-Mail: tall_terror@hotmail.com
Alternate site with fanart for this story at: fanfic.theforce.net
Category: Altered Destinies TPM
Summary: Sequel to "If I Don't Catch You" Anakin's life in the Jedi Temple as Qui-gon and Obi-wan's Padawan.
Rated PG
Began November 12, 2000
Completed December 15, 2000
Revised in November 2001
Part 2
Across the training bond, Anakin could feel Master Qui-Gon's reassurance and Obi-Wan's concern. He took several slow even breaths and tried not to panic. Little Kaely had retreated to hover by the door and anxiously waited. She had seen this many times.
Anakin's glow filled the alcove. So far, nothing had been damaged, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. The urge to run was driving him crazy. They just don't have any idea how hard this is. Well, at least Master Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan will understand now.
He managed to keep the light to a soft roar when Obi-Wan dashed into the room. Obi-Wan could faintly see Anakin in the middle of the white light. He approached as close to the golden sparks as he dared.
"Can you hear me?"
"Yes!" Anakin's voice was distorted, but audible.
"Pull it back, Ani!"
"It's not working."
"You can do it."
"It would be easier to just squash it."
"That would require anger, Ani," Obi-Wan warned.
Qui-Gon entered through the still open door, quickly shooing away two Padawans who were about to peek in. He shut the door immediately and hoped that no one else had seen Anakin's light.
"How is he?" he asked Obi-Wan. Anakin's frustration was easy to sense.
"Very irritated, but he's not panicking."
Qui-Gon gazed at the swirling light in concern. "Anakin?"
He received no answer. Obi-Wan wasn't sure if that was a sign that Anakin was succeeding or not.
"Is the Council coming?"
"No, not unless we call them. This is as much a test for us as it is for Anakin."
At last, the light visibly reversed and dimmed. It was a slow process and they could see Anakin's face scrunched with a frown from the effort. As the last shimmering gold collected at his hands, Anakin's face went slack. He looked as though he was about to fall over.
Obi-Wan rushed forward and Qui-Gon barely held him back in time. The light flashed again and then froze in the air. Suddenly, Anakin's eyes snapped open. He slumped forward as the light diminished and went out in his hands.
Instantly, the Jedi went to his side. He looked dazed and pale. "Anakin, how many fingers am I holding?" Obi-Wan asked him.
Anakin struggled in vain to focus, but finally gave up with a shake of his head. Qui-Gon pulled the teenager to his feet and sat him on the couch. He was about to call a Healer when Anakin mumbled out a few words.
"I saw something."
"Be still, Ani."
Qui-Gon gently laid Anakin down on the couch and placed his hand on his forehead.
"I'm okay," Anakin slurred out.
"You don't look it," Obi-Wan informed him.
When Anakin didn't scowl, they knew he really was not feeling well. Qui-Gon sat back and quietly conferred with Obi-Wan. "His temperature and heart rate have returned to normal."
"Do we really have to call the Healers?"
"Perhaps not."
Anakin opened his bleary eyes and squinted to look at them. "I really am okay."
"How did this happen?" Qui-Gon asked while Obi-Wan went to the kitchen. Kaely hovered nearby and hummed quietly.
"Just did. Sometimes it doesn't need a reason," Anakin said hoarsely.
Obi-Wan returned with a glass of water for Anakin and sat in a chair, nervously gripping the arms.
"I'll be fine. Really."
"You are sure?" Obi-Wan asked. Finally, Anakin frowned at him. They could see the color return to his face and his eyes begin to focus again.
Obi-Wan leaned forward pensively. "I thought you could control your Force light now. Why did you have so much trouble?"
"I can do it! It was different this time."
"How?" Qui-Gon inquired.
"I was distracted. I saw something, kinda like a vision, but it was odd."
"Explain."
Anakin drank more water and took a deep breath. Carefully, he thought back to the first image and tried to compose his thoughts enough to tell them.
"While I was working I had this odd feeling like someone was watching me. And then I looked out the window and it was night." Anakin grimaced, but didn't tell them how he'd fallen out of his seat in surprise.
"I could hear voices laughing and I turned around to see two little kids on the floor. A boy and a girl and they were playing with blocks. And I knew they were Jedi kids, because I saw them levitate the blocks to make a tower as tall as me."
"Then it stopped and I opened my eyes to see that I was glowing. I hadn't even felt it start! That's when I felt the two of you coming."
"Could you tell what type of vision it was?" Obi-Wan asked.
Anakin thought about it for a minute. He replayed the vision in his mind and hunted for clues. He shook his head. "I don't know."
Qui-Gon stood up. "Tomorrow at your last review, you must tell Master Windu of this vision."
"Don't work on your lessons, just rest this afternoon," Obi-Wan told him.
"Yes, sir." Anakin answered them both. Slowly, he stood up to go to his room, but stopped short at the alcove. He sighed dismally. "What a mess."
The room was a disaster, as they had come to expect when the Force overwhelmed Anakin. The small table with his tools and parts were scattered on the floor. A few of the tools had obviously impacted the walls, but fortunately left only small dents. Obi-Wan's rug was crumpled in a corner and several of Qui-Gon's plants were either crushed or knocked over. Anakin couldn't even see where his lightsaber was. This was part of the reason both Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had been assigned to teach Anakin. It was vital that they discover why the Force at random times would suddenly course violently through Anakin.
However, the worst was the remains of Kaely's art. The tiny pink droid flew behind him and moaned quietly. Her paintings were strewn across the floor and the paper was shredded. Anakin could see that even her brushes had been snapped in two.
"I'm sorry, little one." Anakin leaned heavily against the door jam, trying to comfort himself. Well, it could have been worse. Much worse.
He stumbled into his room and was briefly thankful that the door had been closed and escaped damage. Anakin collapsed on the bed and stared miserably at the ceiling.
Maybe I should have told them the rest? Anakin thought guiltily. He turned and buried his face in his pillow.
I can't really remember it anyway, he reminded himself. It only lasted a few seconds just before the glowing stopped. If they ask about why I zoomed out towards the end, then I'll tell them. It's probably not important. And if I see it again then I can always tell them later.
Satisfied with his rationalization for the moment, Anakin drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
The Next Day
Mace Windu slowly paced the star map room. His calm face did not betray the amazement he felt. He and Anakin were alone in the beautiful room that Master Windu had chosen to teach him in. He stopped his pacing and faced Anakin.
"I must see this myself. Open your mind slowly."
Anakin fought back a wave of panic. He had suspected that Master Windu would want to see his vision, but he didn't like it. If Master Qui-Gon or Obi-Wan had asked me, I wouldn't have minded. But, I really don't want someone else in my head.
But he had to obey. Gradually, Anakin complied with the order and let Master Windu see the vision through his memory. He couldn't leave anything out, and hoped that the Jedi Master wouldn't laugh at how he'd fallen out of his seat. Anakin was a bit surprised when Master Windu froze the image of the children for what felt like several minutes.
What is he doing? Anakin began to analyze the picture. The small boy was standing to one side and the girl was sitting. In the air he counted twenty- three colorful toy blocks. The tower was already taller than the boy and those last suspended blocks would finish it. Suddenly, the vision resumed and the children clapped proudly as they placed the last block far above their heads.
"That's all," Anakin informed him.
The Jedi Master began to pace once more. I wish I knew what he was thinking. Anakin's eyes followed him. I don't care if he is the leader of the Council, he ought to explain to me why this bothers him!
Waiting as long as he could, Anakin spoke out. "If this is important then I need to know." Anakin hoped that he sounded at least somewhat polite.
Mace halted and clasped his hands behind his back. "Perhaps." He regarded Anakin very seriously. "That was a vision of the future. I am certain of it."
"A possible future?"
"Yes. I suspect that they are your future children or at least your descendants."
Anakin quietly asked, "How do you know..." He gasped suddenly and his eyes went blank. At once a new vision assaulted him.
Anakin realized with a start that this was a repeat of his second vision. However, this time it was much clearer. As had happened before, it began with a house and Tatooine's twin suns setting in the distance.
The suns filled the sky with orange.
Orange became red.
Red became fire.
An explosion burned at his eyes.
What blew up?
A figure emerged from the flames.
A Sith!
A cold night on Coruscant.
A red lightsaber gleams in the darkness.
A young man stands ready to fight.
That's me!
The rush of images was becoming painful and Anakin desperately wished the vision would stop. As though the Force complied, one last image slowly came to him.
A lightsaber cutting off his right hand.
Anakin gasped for breath and slid heavily to the floor as the vision ceased. There was more this time. A lot more. I'd remember if I'd seen myself lose a hand during the last time.
"Anakin, calm your mind."
Anakin looked up quickly to see Master Windu's worried face. "You saw that too?"
"Yes, you were still broadcasting from the memory transference. This new vision seems to have followed it."
Instantly, Anakin raised his shields. But it wasn't a new vision. He stood back up and schooled his features. The last thing I want to do is talk about it. How can I distract him from making me review it?
Abruptly, Anakin remembered what he was asking before this vision happened.
"How did you know that what I saw was a vision of the future? And why do you think they're my kids?" His voice rose in agitation. "I'm just a kid! There's no way...." Anakin stopped, flashing back on the sense of familiarity he had felt when the children appeared in his vision.
"Exactly, Anakin," Mace said soothingly. "The sense I have that this is a future event is the resonance in the Force. In time you will learn to sense the difference. Then, the memory transference I saw...you have a connection with these children that is undeniable. You "know" them, even if you cannot put it into words. The fact that they can levitate objects at such a young age -- their Jedi status is beyond doubt. The rest of what you saw, the cutting off of your hand...that is particularly disturbing." He turned away from Anakin and began gazing out the window. "I must bring this to the attention of Master Yoda."
He's going to show my visions to the rest of the Council, I just know it!
The Third Month
A week later, Anakin waited patiently outside the Temple's Great Archive. This morning he was waiting for his first lesson with Council member Adi Gallia. The beautiful and elegant Jedi Master arrived perfectly on time. She was cool and calm as she glided into view.
She nodded her head to him and turned to enter the large ornate doors. Anakin quickly moved to follow. As they walked Anakin was careful to remain one step behind her and to not look too uncomfortable. Why do I get the feeling that she didn't want me to be a Jedi?
The Great Archive was an elaborate place. It was filled with everything you could imagine and even more that you could not. It was divided into sections for different objects. Master Gallia and Anakin passed a sign directing them to the ancient books, and skirted the edge of the artifacts section.
At the end of the passage they entered a domed room. Inside was an array of tables and chairs with many types of viewing machines. Master Gallia walked to the nearest unoccupied one.
"Sit here and place your hands on the device."
Anakin complied silently. If she doesn't want to talk to me then I won't talk to her.
"Tell me what was examined here last, a book or an object?"
Anakin stared at the empty machine. He could get no clues from its design. It was the standard type used for any kind of studying whether it be of a delicate book or a vial of liquid. I gotta use the Force to figure out what was here last. Anakin pursed his lips in irritation. Maybe if I kinda try to see the past... Anakin concentrated heavily. An unsteady, and very small blur seemed to form in front of him.
"An object."
"Correct." Adi Gallia gracefully sat in the next chair. "This is called Psychometry. This ability allows a Jedi to telepathically get information, from an object or location, about its past."
"Telepathically?" Anakin stared.
"You have difficulty with this?"
"Yes, I do." I am not going to tell her that I can't do it at all.
"How did you know the answer?"
"Searching the past."
Master Gallia looked at him sharply. "That would be the hard way."
Gently, she tapped his mind to get his attention. "Follow the trail."
From there she showed him images of a stone path. Dutifully, Anakin let it take him to the machine mentally. Once there, he could clearly see an after image of what had last occupied that space. It was a small, intricate glass cup.
"This type of telepathy is not the same as mentally speaking to another person. Some find one way easier than the other, depending on their talents." Anakin nodded and repeated the exercise. He was very pleased to see that it took little effort.
"This skill is vital for learning information about who has been somewhere and what actions took place. The Jedi must be in contact with the item in some way, or it must be in the vicinity."
"Spy stuff."
"Essentially, yes. "Details such as the identity of the last person to use an object, or its last location, are difficult but not impossible to ascertain. It is also sometimes possible to determine the emotions of the last person to handle an object. That requires a very high level of concentration and years of experience." She smiled down at Anakin. "I would be very surprised if it was something you could achieve, at your age."
Anakin smiled back. "Searching the past might be the hard way, but it seems to work for me."
Master Gallia stood up. "In that case, we will walk through the artifacts room and you will describe to me who last employed each item I point out."
As he followed her out he allowed his face to scrunch up in irritation.
"And next week you will do it blindfolded."
Anakin groaned silently.
A Week Later
Anakin skirted the edge of an obstacle and blocked a stinging energy bolt. The blindfold itched and sweat dripped from his forehead. Carefully he listened for the hum of the remotes' repulsor lifts. He had fought two remotes before, but not blindfolded.
Today's lesson was about how to magnify ones senses during combat. Obi-Wan had explained that most Padawans are not actually taught blind sensing. Instead, they learn this power automatically when lightsaber training with a blindfold on.
It sounded like a really smart way to learn when my masters explained it, but now it seems dumb. How often will I get blinded anyway?
Anakin did have excellent direction sense ability and often relied on it to locate an object by its resonance in the Force. The blindfold is a little overkill.
He gripped his new lightsaber tightly. It was a bright cyan blue. Kaely had picked the color. I am so glad this thing is done now. I hope that I don't have to build another, but at least I know it wouldn't be as hard to do again.
Unbidden, the image of someone losing their right hand came to him. He tried to repress a shudder. Maybe I really need to learn this saber stuff. Just in case.
The evening before, the Jedi Council had finally found the time to discuss Anakin's visions with his masters. They went to the Council chambers without Anakin. Mace Windu concisely related what he saw of Anakin's visions of the future. They deliberated for some time, but drew few conclusions. When they returned, Anakin did not ask what the Council had said. If anything, he behaved as though the entire incident had never taken place.
During this morning's training session Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan conversed quietly from the other side of the room. Anakin was busy battling two remotes while blindfolded. They had made it clear that they expected him to block with his saber or dodge, but simply absorbing the stings would be unacceptable.
Qui-Gon watched Anakin leap away from another bolt. "The Council is very concerned."
Obi-Wan responded without taking his eyes off of Anakin. "They disguise it well."
"Anakin seems unwilling to discuss any of this. I believe he would not have spoken to anyone of his visions if he'd had a choice."
"I am certain that the children he saw must at least be related to Anakin." Obi-Wan stopped speaking as Anakin came closer. They both stepped to one side as the boy ran past them. "No child, of any species, has been able to levitate an object at that age."
"It does make one curious -what Anakin would have been like if he was raised here. And how the Council would have coped?" Qui-Gon suddenly smiled.
"No better than they are now, I suspect," Obi-Wan grinned back.
"He would have overwhelmed the Crèche Masters."
"Imitating everything he saw..."
"And probably levitating objects before he could walk."
There was a pause before Obi-Wan sighed. "Those toddlers built their tower so easily. I couldn't do that until I was seven years old."
Qui-Gon nodded to himself. "Ani's children will be powerful indeed."
Anakin stood his ground in a far corner and parried five energy bolts in quick succession.
"Good, Ani!" Obi-Wan praised.
Qui-Gon nodded. "He has nearly reached the normal lightsaber skill level for his age."
Obi-Wan looked over at his friend. "At least Ani appears to appreciate his weapon now."
"Yes, the second vision disturbed him."
"It disturbed me!" Obi-Wan couldn't hide his worry.
"Though they did not say it when they discussed this with us, I feel that the Council had determined little."
"It appeared to me that they assumed the young man in the vision was Anakin himself."
As Anakin came near them again, Qui-Gon tossed a small metal bar at him. Immediately, Anakin sliced it in three pieces before it could fall to the ground. They waited until the remotes had driven him away before continuing their conversation.
"I'm reluctant to analyze this too much myself. Anything about Anakin's future is all but impossible to for us to see."
"They can't be certain if this is an actual event to come or a metaphorical representation," Obi-Wan surmised.
"I hope that Ani will be ready for missions soon. They need us out there."
"I agree. The people have more interest in war then peace." Obi-Wan grinned as Anakin nimbly skipped across the unsteady floor without falling or becoming distracted from the remotes. "I wish Ani would tell us what he thinks of his visions."
Qui-Gon sighed quietly. "As do I. But we must not intrude, these things are too personal."
"How much longer?" Anakin called aloud. The Jedi had sensed his growing impatience as battling the remotes became easier throughout the lesson.
"Soon, don't complain," Qui-Gon answered. Suddenly, a third remote sprang into the air. Then a fourth and a fifth, and more came at Anakin firing wildly.
Anakin nearly panicked. He blocked a few of the bolts before realizing that the lightsaber would be useless against so many. Hastily, he Force shoved half of them across the room, while absorbing the stings from the others.
Drawing on the energy he'd collected over the entire lesson, Anakin built a Force shield around his body. Once he was certain it was secure he pulled off his blindfold and looked straight at Obi-Wan, frowning.
"I didn't do it," Obi-Wan protested fervently.
Qui-Gon's face was grave. "Kaely."
The little pink droid hovered and cooed innocently at him.
"Apologize to Anakin," he instructed her as he and Obi-Wan deactivated the remotes.
She bobbed in the air and moaned pitifully.
"Now, be good, Kaely," Qui-Gon warned.
Obi-Wan tried hard not to roll his eyes.
The Next Week
Anakin stood uncertainly in a small sparring arena. Across from him Lavir Ruoy unclipped his lightsaber. The older Padawan looked rather smug. A large group of Padawans of all ages filled a quarter of the seats and still more were arriving.
Anakin sighed silently. How did I get into this mess? He thought back to lunchtime. Suoicarg and Elbaima had been relating to him all of the latest Temple gossip. Anakin had been rather bored until they mentioned that Lavir had returned.
His friends gushed over how Lavir's master had successfully convinced the Hapans to send ambassadors to Coruscant. They explained to him in excruciating detail how long the Republic had waited for Hapes to join and how much work had gone into persuading them to talk.
Anakin was almost grateful when Lavir had approached their table...
"I don't have time for a lightsaber duel."
Lavir gestured haughtily. "You cannot turn down a challenge. I insist."
"Watch me." Anakin stood up and walked away.
The older boy's eyes narrowed. "Uoytlusn!"
Anakin stopped and looked back at him.
"It's pronounced, Uoytlusni," he said coolly.
"How would you know?"
"I speak Huttanese, unfortunately for you. I know all the curse words."
"I see."
Suoicarg's eyes were wide and Elbaima was speechless. A group of Padawans passed close to them to leave the dining hall and Lavir suddenly changed tactics.
"This is merely a sparring match. Surely, you can spare the time." Lavir looked down at Anakin's companions. "Wouldn't you agree? Help me encourage him."
Elbaima thought about it a moment before answering. "It might be fun, Ani. I'm sure Lavir won't go too hard on you."
"I would like to see you spar. This is such a prestigious opportunity," Suoicarg explained.
"You must be very good and I would be honored to test your skills myself," Lavir cajoled.
They assume I fight really well just because Master Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan are teaching me! Anakin's heart sank. And now I really wish I'd just kept walking away.
Anakin stood calmly with his ignited lightsaber pointed low to the floor. Lavir gracefully assumed a ready stance with his emerald lightsaber up and prepared to counter whatever strike Anakin chose.
For several seconds each waited for the other to attack. Lavir had been trained that Jedi do not attack, instead they defend when assaulted. Waiting for his opponent to move first was just Anakin's way.
Finally, realizing that they would be waiting forever, Lavir lunged forward. He struck lightly to test Anakin's strength. Anakin was slim and nearly as tall as Lavir, although he was no match for the 18-year-old's muscles.
Anakin chose to parry and dodge before the blow could overwhelm his defenses. He slid to Lavir's left side and struck at his torso. But Lavir skipped backward and swept his lightsaber at Anakin's feet. It was a simple trick, but very effective against a slower opponent.
Anakin's leap to avoid the green blade carried him high into the air. Everyone in the crowd was surprised, including Lavir, at Anakin's speed. It looked like he had greatly overcompensated or was desperate to retreat. Anakin was doing neither. He descended and alighted nimbly on Lavir's right shoulder. He waited with his blade held still and unthreatening for Lavir to react.
The crowd stared speechless as Anakin balanced calmly on one foot. Lavir stared up at him for a second before retaliating. He swung his saber up with one hand and grabbed Anakin's ankle with the other. Anakin parried the blade and used the Force to remain firmly rooted to the older teenager's shoulder, despite how hard he tried to yank Anakin off.
Realizing that tactic had failed, Lavir twisted and flipped away. Anakin had no choice but to release him. Lavir landed in a crouch some distance away while Anakin gently floated to the ground. The horde of Padawans began cheering again.
Lavir began to stalk like a predator, circling closer and closer in the sparring space. Anakin held his lightsaber loosely and gazed at him with a bored expression. The excited crowd's roar grew louder and louder.
In a flash of power and strength, Lavir leaped at Anakin. He struck out at the younger boy with all of his might and drove his saber's point straight at Anakin. Those still sitting in the crowd leapt to their feet and gasped.
Anakin's lightsaber remained low at his side. He took one step to his left.
Lavir's deactivated lightsaber bounced across the floor and Anakin held his blue blade to Lavir's neck.
Absolute silence reigned. Anakin lowered his saber and switched it off. Lavir's dark eyes stared at him. He finally stepped back two steps, but neither's cold expressions changed. Collectively, the crowd seemed to remember to breathe and began babbling frantically.
"I never saw him even move!"
"He must have kicked it out of Lavir's hand."
"No way!"
"Well he didn't raise his lightsaber until afterwards!"
"That is the strangest duel I've ever seen!"
The Padawans quieted at once when they saw Lavir lift one hand. "You are quite skilled in acrobatics, Skywalker. However, I noticed that you rarely employed your weapon."
"I don't enjoy dueling."
"I can see that. Training with Master Jinn and Knight Kenobi must be exhausting." Lavir stepped away and turned to address the crowd, but then stopped and glanced back at Anakin.
"How old are you?" He asked off-handedly in a quieter, yet still audible, voice.
"Thirteen. What business is it of yours?" Anakin was becoming increasingly irritated. And why exactly are we having this conversation in front of an audience.
He almost missed the shocked reaction of the crowd. Lavir was stiff and spoke very clearly. "How long have you been a Padawan?"
Anakin decided that not answering would be more trouble than it was worth. "About three months."
Lavir raised one dark brow, but the rest of his face remained stony. "You have neither the appearance nor the resonance in the Force of a new Padawan." His voice was strained. Then he announced loudly, "I would greatly enjoy a rematch. You have potential with a lightsaber and hope you will use it more in our next duel. In the meantime, I must brush up on my acrobatic skills."
The crowd was pleased and clapped wildly.
They didn't even wait for me to answer. It would never occur to any of them that I wouldn't want to. I'm sick of this. Without a word or a look back, Anakin left.
Two Months Later
"Anakin, I'd like to introduce Etaicerppa." Suoicarg waved one elegant hand towards the lanky teenage Bith.
"Hi, have a seat!" Anakin smiled in welcome and slid over to make room. There were nearly a dozen Padawans crowded around the large table.
Etaicerppa gratefully sat down with them. Since the duel with Lavir, Anakin had discovered many Padawans wanted to be friends with him and would smile and greet him in the hallways. Once Anakin would have quickly become friends with everyone he met. But the three years he struggled while enslaved by pirates, living on his own and running from a Sith had taken their toll. Anakin had to frequently remind himself that silence and caution were no longer necessary for survival.
"Ani, I told Etaicerppa what a good mechanic you are and he needs your help," Suoicarg explained.
The shy Bith ducked his head. "I attend a ship repair class in between missions with my master. The teacher has discovered a problem with one of the shuttles. I was wondering if you could help?"
"Sure, is that okay?"
"Oh yes, if you can assist us the teacher would be most obliged and you wouldn't be doing my assignment for me. My class is the tenth hour. When can you come?"
Anakin thought for a moment before he remembered that the next day would be a Council lesson. He'd already received a holo-message explaining that his lesson would not take place until the afternoon. "Tomorrow is fine. Can you meet me here to take me to your class?"
"Yes! That would be excellent. I am most grateful." Etaicerppa self-consciously ducked his head again.
Anakin followed his new acquaintance uncertainly. The ship repair bay was large and reeked of oil and engine fluid. Anakin thought it was the greatest smell in the galaxy. Except for maybe Padme's perfume. It was very hard for him to restrain himself from immediately examining the nearest ship.
The teacher looked up at them as she finished helping two students. She was human and much older than Qui-Gon, with gray and white hair. Her kind face had deep smile lines. "Good morning."
"Master Reh-caet, this is Anakin Skywalker," Etaicerppa said happily.
"Welcome Anakin, I have heard much about you. Etaicerppa has told me that you are a skilled mechanic." She led him to a shuttle by the far wall. It was a standard two-passenger ship typically flown by Jedi on short trips to the other Core worlds.
She opened an exterior panel to show him. "This ship has been out for some time due to the nature of the last users' mission. At one point they unexpectedly ended up flying out to the Mid Rim and the ship was damaged in a fight."
Anakin noticed she gave no names and wondered if she wasn't allowed or if she didn't know herself. He concentrated on the mass of wires she pulled out.
"They fixed what they could, but had to rely on the locals to patch together a temporary repair for the rest. I have shown this to several other Masters, yet none of them had ever seen such an unusual kind of repair. I'm not even sure how to remove it without cutting out and replacing the entire cooling system."
Master Reh-caet stepped back and smiled. "I would greatly appreciate it if you can take this mess out. Then my students will repair it themselves."
"I'll do my best." Eagerly Anakin dug his hands into the wires and searched for a circuit board. Master Reh-caet went to assist another Padawan. Etaicerppa and his class partner were assigned this ship and watched Anakin curiously.
"Hi!" Anakin said to the second Padawan. She was very tall, thin and he could tell that she was female, but she looked like she had no face. I just know I'll be spending hours trying to find out what species she is.
Despite the fact that she had no visible mouth, she answered in a pleasant voice. "Greetings Anakin, I am L'latyrev."
She reached out a branch-like hand with pencil thin fingers. Anakin shook it, surprised that she knew that ancient human custom and hoped his grasp didn't hurt her.
"Pleased to meet you, too!"
"You have an unusual accent. May I ask why?"
"Uh, well. I wasn't raised here on Coruscant." Please don't ask where or why.
She nodded politely and Anakin sighed with relief. Anakin returned to his dilemma. What is this odd thing? He twisted the tiny device's wires out of his way to get a better look.
Without warning Anakin swiftly Force shoved the two Padawans across the room and flipped backwards in the air. He landed lightly and braced himself.
"GET DOWN!"
The explosion rocked the room, knocking the nearest students to the floor. The flash of orange briefly blinded everyone. Those with the quickest reflexes had taken cover behind the other ships in time and now stood up in shock.
A green and orange inferno hung suspended in the air. Even the smoke and sparks were frozen. Anakin stood stiffly near it with his palms held out and his eyes closed.
"Get them out!" Anakin said through clenched teeth.
Instantly, Master Reh-caet used the Force to slam open the entrance doors and bellowed, "Out! Run to the Efas Stairs!"
The stunned Padawans obeyed immediately and poured out of the hanger bay. Master Reh-caet herself stopped near the door and called out to Anakin.
"Several Masters are on their way, is there anything I can do to help you?"
"Just GO!"
She didn't hesitate to follow her startled class.
The Jedi Council was in a special session with Supreme Chancellor Palpatine in the Council Spire. He had specially asked to speak with the entire Council and he had graciously offered to go to them.
"This is becoming increasingly serious." Palpatine's voice carried softly in the room.
"We have been preparing for some time now," Master Windu consoled him.
"That is a great relief. However, many of my recent efforts have failed. To use the recent disagreement on Duro as an example, they decline all offers of help. They politely but firmly turned away a team of negotiators and they have now even rejected your guidance." He gestured to the Jedi Masters surrounding him.
Yoda nodded gravely. "Prefer battle they do."
"I am greatly distressed to say that these refusals are becoming more and more commonplace. The people do not want peace." Palpatine's words dripped with sadness and grief.
Before the Supreme Chancellor had finished speaking all of the Jedi stiffened visibly. Palpatine noticed and looked at Master Windu expectantly.
"Something urgent requires our attention. We must continue later. My apologies, Chancellor." Quickly, Mace followed Master Yoda and Master Eeth Koth out of the chamber. The rest remained to try to alleviate the Chancellor's concerns and schedule another discussion at a later date.
Smoke billowed at Anakin's feet and he hardly dared to breathe. The explosion in front of him was still moving, but very slowly. At first he'd instantly blocked it and his shield held the fire back. However, now Anakin was getting tired and the flames were creeping closer and closer.
Anakin squeezed his eyes even tighter.
~~Steady, Anakin. Help is on the way.~~
Qui-Gon's voice carried over to him through the training bond. Anakin felt a little guilty that he didn't think to call out for help. I gotta remember that they are there.
~~Focus, Ani.~~ Obi-Wan instructed him. ~~Master Yoda is almost to you. Just keep going a little longer.~~
Anakin shuddered as the mass of burning gasses and fire began to approach him a little faster. I don't think I'm doing this right. He recalled how Master Yoda had halted the Sith's energy ball months ago.
Maybe there is another way. Carefully, Anakin took a breath of the decreasing amount of clean air. The fire is just too big, I've gotta get rid of some of it.
Anakin concentrated on what Master Eeth Koth had taught him over the last four weeks.
"Absorbing energy is an effective way to remove a danger," Master Koth had said in his latest lecture. "However, that energy does not need to be completely dissipated. Rather, you can convert it. This ability allows you to form a conduit and power an object. This power must be handled with great care for it is easy to overwhelm an object and burn out or even cause it to explode."
The flames were brushing against Anakin's palms now. Automatically, he began to absorb it. I need to send it somewhere. What's in here that I could use? He tried to crack open one eye and immediately regretted it. The stinging smoke and bright fire hurt and prevented him from seeing anything.
Finally, Anakin opted to redirect the energy into the nearest ships. He probed the other vessels carefully for their power cells and hoped that he didn't overload them. At least they were all off, so they wouldn't explode.
Anakin desperately held his breath. His lungs begged for air, but he didn't dare risk choking on the smoke and losing his concentration. But passing out won't work either. Please, someone get here soon!
Jedi Masters do not run in the Temple. At least that's what the Padawans always believed, having never seen a Master actually need to run. So, Master Reh-caet's class was understandably surprised when Master Windu and Master Koth leaped down the Efas Staircase. However, seeing Master Yoda slide down the banister on one foot left them stunned speechless.
Yoda picked up speed and passed the other two Council members. At the end he flew off and sailed above the small crowd of Padawan heads. They ducked instinctively, and were glad they did when they saw Mace and Eeth Koth leapt over them as well.
They were only a little more prepared when Master Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan came barreling around the corner.
Even before the Jedi Masters entered the hanger bay, Anakin could sense them reaching out to him. The flames and dangerous gasses completely surrounded Anakin from view.
Master Yoda came close to him with Mace and Eeth flanking either side. Eeth Koth's eyes went wide as he recognized instantly what Anakin was doing. His short tan horns turned white in surprise. Obi-Wan slid into the room followed by Qui-Gon. They stopped behind Yoda and waited expectantly.
Mace turned his head. "Tell him to be still."
"Don't move, Ani!" Qui-Gon then nodded to Mace. Cautiously, they pushed away the fire around Anakin.
"Back up slowly," Obi-Wan told him when the path was clear. Warily, Anakin complied.
"Your grip, release to us," Yoda ordered him. Anakin waited until he was sure they had control before letting go completely.
Anakin took a deep breath as he felt the Jedi Masters and Obi-Wan all work to build a shield surrounding the entire explosion. Once it was steady, the Council members held it up, allowing Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan to see to Anakin.
Obi-Wan stepped up behind him and rested his hands on Anakin's shoulders. "Are you hurt?"
Anakin opened his eyes and watched the lack of oxygen begin to gradually snuff out the fire. "I don't think so," he said hoarsely.
Qui-Gon walked in front and scrutinized him. Anakin was shaking from fatigue, but wasn't burnt. He lifted Anakin's chin. "How about your eyes?"
"I closed them in time."
The last of the flames went out and the Masters dispersed their shield.
"We will examine this incident ourselves. Take Anakin to be treated," Mace ordered them seriously. He and the others looked very grim.
"Can you walk back?" Qui-Gon asked Anakin quietly.
"Of course." Anakin looked vaguely insulted as they left the hanger bay.
They moved slowly down the passage and were relieved to see that the class of Padawans was now gone. Anakin's breathing was shallow and unsteady.
Sensing their worry Anakin spoke up quickly. "I don't need to go to the Healers. I'm sure I can walk home just fine."
Obi-Wan looked stern and Qui-Gon was unconvinced. "Really!" Anakin insisted.
"Very well. However, if you stumble even once on the way you will go see them," Obi-Wan sternly commanded.
Qui-Gon didn't speak, but watched Anakin intently the entire journey. When they arrived successfully, neither Jedi were sure if they should be relieved or even more concerned.
Anakin went quietly to his room and collapsed on the bed.
"Is he truly unharmed?" Obi-Wan glanced at the teenager's closed door.
"I could not sense anything serious. However, he may be very clever at hiding his injuries, even from us," Qui-Gon replied.
That evening Obi-Wan groaned as the holo-terminal rang again. The three of them had holed up in their apartment to avoid their friends and spare themselves the inevitable questions. Anakin had slept all afternoon and had now taken over answering the com for his harried masters.
"Could you get that, Ani?"
"Sure." Anakin flopped down in the seat at the terminal.
"Greetings, Anakin."
It took him a moment to recognize the Mon Calamari. "Oh, hi, Master Bant!"
"Is Obi-Wan around?"
"Actually he's kinda oblong."
Bant unsuccessfully repressed a snicker and Qui-Gon didn't even try to hide his smile. Obi-Wan looked a bit stunned.
"Ani!" Obi-Wan leapt up from the sofa where he was reading. Anakin quickly darted to the safety of his room before Obi-Wan could retaliate.
Anakin waited by the closed door until he sensed Obi-Wan leave. Slowly, he crept out, wary of a trap. Ah, he's probably gone to his room to meditate or to escape Kaely.
Before he could leave the alcove, the holo-link loudly announced that it had received another call. Anakin slouched back in the chair.
"Hello Ani, I've only have a few moments to speak with you before my master returns. Are you injured badly?" Elbaima looked very worried.
"No, I'm fine, I didn't even have to see the healers."
"Everyone's talking about the terrible explosion!"
"Really, people are exaggerating. Everything was fine and no one was hurt."
Frantically, Anakin tried to think of a way to distract him from asking more questions.
"I have to stay cooped up for the rest of the day. No working on my lessons, no going anywhere, can't build stuff at my work table, and of course no lightsaber practice, but I don't mind about that."
"You act like it's a punishment, some would see it as a vacation with no lessons to do!"
"I'm bored."
Elbaima grinned. "Don't let your masters hear you say that!"
Anakin smirked back at his friend. "I know, but I can get away with it today."
"I'm out of time, I'll see you tomorrow, Ani."
"Bye."
Anakin had almost made it to the kitchen when a trilling sound emanated from the terminal again. He groaned.
"It's probably for you again, Ani," Qui-Gon said quietly.
Wearily, Anakin keyed the holo terminal's blinking light. He glanced down at the unfamiliar address and waited as the image appeared. "Good afternoon," Anakin politely greeted her. Qui-Gon had introduced him to her once, but Anakin couldn't remember her name.
"How are you feeling, Anakin?" She asked.
"Better, okay I guess. You want to talk to Master Qui-Gon?"
"Yes, I would."
Anakin stood up from the chair and went into the kitchen when Qui-Gon took his place.
"Qui-Gon, I thought perhaps you'd like to talk?"
He remained serious. "Yes, would you like to meet in one of the gardens? The dining hall would be too crowded."
"I see. Would you like to come here? I'll put a kettle on for tea."
"Yes, that is fine. I would invite you to dine with us this evening, however I'd rather speak with you..."
"...where I can't hear!" Anakin yelled from the kitchen.
Qui-Gon was unperturbed. "I'll see you in a few minutes."
"Don't torment Obi-Wan, Ani." Qui-Gon glanced at Anakin briefly as he left the apartment.
"Yes, Master."
Anakin sighed and mumbled to himself. "But there's nothing else to do."
He set his snack on the floor and stretched out on the sofa. Lazily he turned on the holo-vision and flipped channels. Once again the com rang and Anakin dragged himself back to the alcove. He quickly schooled his face into an expressionless mask when he saw who was calling.
"Good evening, Master Yaddle. How are you today?"
"Healthy I am. Recovered have you?"
"Yes, I'm fine."
"Informing you I am of rescheduling the lesson next week."
"Thank you. What time?"
"Eighth hour, bring your droid as well."
"Yes ma'am, I will."
Yaddle smiled. "Looking forward to this, I am. Keep out of trouble." She ended the transmission.
Why does she want Kaely to come? Anakin thought in confusion. How does Master Yaddle even know about Kaely?
Anakin had just gotten comfortable on the sofa again when the holo terminal's trill echoed in the apartment. The sound rang incessantly and grated his ears. Anakin desperately wished there was a way to just turn the thing off. Maybe I'll have time to take it apart tomorrow, surely my masters would understand? He wished.
He hauled himself off of the sofa and stomped to the terminal in the alcove. All of the lights were off. He stared at it puzzled for a moment before he heard the trilling sound repeat again, but this time from behind him.
Anakin turned around in irritation. "Kaely, don't you have anything better to do than torture me?"
Beginning of the Sixth Month
Anakin painfully pulled himself out of bed the next morning. He wanted badly to sleep later. He ached inside and out. It was early, but he knew if he didn't get up now he never would.
Kaely hummed quietly on his desk. He decided to unplug her from the recharge port later, or just let her do it. She'd learned how to lift and adjust the cords lately. It made Anakin feel rather unneeded now that she could feed herself.
Next she'll start acting insulted when I call her a baby. Anakin sighed. He pulled on his Jedi tunics slowly and winced. He leaned heavily against the desk and shielded his mind tightly. Tentatively, he reached along the training bond to locate his masters and determine if they had sensed his pain.
Anakin was surprised to feel that they were not only both awake, but in the kitchen. He looked at his chrono. I'm up over an hour early, what are they up for?
Quietly, Anakin crept out of his room. This would be a good time to practice shielding myself. He pulled the Force close to him and made every thought and move a whisper in the Force. It was very hard, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him.
The kitchen door was closed, and for a moment Anakin was stumped. They are probably talking about me. How do you enhance your senses without being noticed? It took Anakin nearly ten minutes to finally work up enough of a shield to hide, and even another couple of minutes to listen to the conversation on the other side of the door. Anakin didn't feel the least bit guilty about spying on his masters.
"... it depends on the range," Obi-Wan was saying.
"We agreed, though I must admit I spent more time talking."
"She is a good listener. What else did she say and how did she react?"
"As calmly as could be expected. She has also heard rumors that Master Yoda slid down a banister in his haste to reach Ani."
There was a pause. "And we missed it! What I wouldn't give for a holo of that!"
"She also heard plenty of details about the explosion. Half the Temple is convinced it was a bomb, while the rest hope it was an accident."
"What are we supposed to say when they barrage us?"
"As little as possible," Qui-Gon continued. "She has spoken to some of the students from that repair class as well. It took her some time to weed out significant details from all of their shocked explanations."
"Did any of them notice what Ani really did?"
"Not yet. Most of the class was made up of young Padawans and they had never seen someone suspend matter particles before. Only one, a healer apprentice, came close to recognizing it."
"Yes, a healer would be the most likely to notice. So, the rest assumed Ani used a Force shield?"
"Yes. However, it will only take one Padawan overhearing a Master or Knight discussing it for the whole Temple to know."
"How did do the other masters feel about it? I would like to know their reactions," Obi-Wan asked.
"Though they are impressed that Ani has gained such precise control, it worries them as well. I think this has startled everyone as much as it did the Council."
"And us."
"Yes, and us," Qui-Gon echoed.
Suddenly, Anakin sensed them both become alert. Caught! Argg! he thought in irritation.
As nonchalantly as possible, Anakin opened the kitchen door. "Good morning." He said breezily. He went to collect his breakfast and hoped that they didn't ask him about his sneakiness. Quickly, he thought of something to say that might distract them.
"So, what will the Council do to whoever set the bomb?"
They stared at him a moment. Obi-Wan glanced at Qui-Gon briefly before replying. "Why do you feel that it was a bomb and not an accident?"
"'Cause I saw the detonator."
"The Council did not find any evidence of a deliberate explosion during their first examination of the debris," Qui-Gon explained. He and Obi-Wan looked at each other again. "What type of detonator was it?"
"Hidden kind. Like the ones that sneaky assassins use. It was very small without any flashing lights or count down numbers at all."
"So, no one would know what it was?" Obi-Wan asked.
Anakin nodded.
"Then how did you know?"
Anakin looked a little stunned for a second. Me and my big mouth. I should have known Obi-Wan would ask that.
"The pirates had them. If they suspected a bad deal they'd plant one on their buyer's ship."
"I see." Obi-Wan was distressed. "Ani, are you sure? We can't go to the Council without proof."
"Then let's go get some!" Anakin said brightly.
"Very well," Qui-Gon decided. "However, getting there may be somewhat difficult. Everyone we see will forget to be polite and unobtrusive. You know how they are reacting to this."
Obi-Wan watched Anakin's face fall. "Perhaps its time to show him how to sneak around other Jedi?" He glanced over a Qui-Gon.
Qui-Gon smiled faintly at Anakin's hopeful look. "It might be fun. And after his attempt this morning, he does need the practice."
They laughed at Anakin's insulted look. "Hey, I was doing really well at first!"
Avoiding the rest of the Jedi was not too difficult. It was still early in the morning and the dining halls were not serving breakfast yet. Qui-Gon and Obi- Wan spent much of the trip showing Anakin small tricks and shielding for him when they did encounter people. They told him he would have to do it himself afterwards. Kaely was just a tiny droid, so they had no need to conceal her.
The ship repair bay was exactly as they had left it the day before. Nothing had been removed or cleaned up. The smell of smoke clung to the air and the floor of the blast site was black with carbon scouring. Kaely whistled in surprise when she saw the mess.
All but one of the ships was intact. Little remained of the shuttle Anakin had tried to fix, much of the metal hull melted and twisted. They meticulously navigated the debris, careful not to disturb it.
"It is no wonder the Council hasn't found evidence of a bomb. There is little to find," Obi-Wan surmised.
Qui-Gon walked around the other side of the ship while Obi-Wan scanned the blast's ground zero. Anakin felt rather useless.
"Anakin," Qui-Gon said. "Look for anything that was blown off in the shockwave."
Dutifully, the Padawan set to work searching for clues. Moving farther away, Anakin tried to remember if any part of that type of bomb would throw debris out of its blast range. It seemed unlikely, but because the explosion had been contained, there was a chance.
Anakin mumbled quietly to Kaely as he hunted. "Not much is there? Oh, I think this ship slid over some."
Kaely loudly beeped in alarm. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon glanced briefly at her, but continued their own search. Anakin stepped gingerly through several scattered tools.
"What is it?" He looked down at the floor where Kaely hovered. She flashed her yellow lights and turned her tiny spotlight on. On the deck was a patch of brownish red.
"Kaely, that's dried blood. Don't worry about it, little one." Anakin gauged the distance and direction from the blast in dismay. Guilt and concern assaulted him when he realized that this was where the two Padawans he had shoved had landed. I must have pushed them too hard. I should have called them last night to check if they were okay.
Anakin finally returned to his masters. "I haven't found anything."
Qui-Gon looked over at him. "Neither have we. Ani, I can see nothing even remotely suggestive of a bomb."
"This was very well planned." Obi-Wan was kneeling next to the melted slag that had once been the engine. "If no one had examined the ship before, then this could be more plausibly called sabotage, but as it is..."
Anakin sighed dismally and Kaely gave an electronic tone of sympathy.
"What about Psychometry?"
"On this?" Obi-Wan gestured to the debris. "Too many people have come and gone around this shuttle."
"What if we only focused on the area where the detonator actually was?"
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan looked at the pool of cold metal on the floor. Anakin waited anxiously for an answer.
"I mean, surely a little fire can't erase a Force signature?"
Finally Qui-Gon appeared convinced. "Find a clear space to sit, Ani."
They sat in a rough circle around the blast center. Master Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan immediately dropped into a meditative state. Anakin looked at them curiously. Meditation had always been too dangerous for him and he marveled at the peace and steady connection to the Force it provided for the Jedi.
Quietly, but careful to remain alert, Anakin allowed the Force to flow. It always seemed to rush at him and demand his attention. Anakin fought to shield his mind from the overwhelming information the Force threw at him.
It wasn't easy, but gradually Anakin located the remains of the detonator in the slag. Seeing a precise image of who had held it last was very difficult. Anakin was surprised when at first it didn't seem to work.
Am I doing something wrong? Anakin felt along the training bonds he had with his masters. They were both calm and searching attentively. He picked up on the trail they were following and tagged along.
New images flashed by. Himself before the device exploded, the teacher, the two Padawans assigned to repair this ship. Next he briefly saw other Masters and Knights. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan identified each as those Master Reh-caet had shown the strange repair to.
Now the process was much slower and the trail much fainter. Dimly they saw the two Jedi that had flown the ship on their mission. As their searching became more difficult Anakin had trouble staying on track.
Abruptly, an unpleasant ripple in the blurry Force images distracted Anakin. His masters didn't appear to notice and continued their hunt backwards. However, Anakin felt strongly compelled to investigate.
Anakin held tightly to what he sensed and drew hard on the Force. It took all of his concentration to identify the source. I've felt this nasty feeling before! Anakin gasped in recognition and felt himself slam back into awareness.
Master Qui-Gon pulled out of his trance in response and Obi-Wan broke out of his unwillingly. It was obvious that Anakin's quick exit had jarred both of their senses harshly. They had intended to follow the trail to the origin of the damage.
"It was a Sith!"
"I did not sense it," Qui-Gon told him.
Anakin looked crestfallen and glanced at Obi-Wan, but the young man just shook his head. He had not felt it either.
"I'm sure of it!"
"Show us," Obi-Wan told him.
Taking a deep breath Anakin sent them the impression he had received. He reopened his eyes afterward and was disappointed to see that neither of his Masters was completely convinced. Don't they believe me? Or do they just really not want it to be the Sith?
"How did you see that, but not us?" Obi-Wan murmured.
Qui-Gon closed his eyes in thought. "Ani, we must go through the search again, from the beginning, and you must show us exactly how this came to your attention."
Anakin sighed. He was becoming tired and still ached from the day before. However, he wasn't about to let them know that. He had thought the first time was slow, but the second was excruciating. By the time they reached the whisper left by the Sith Anakin's patience had run out.
"Okay, can we just go home now?" Anakin asked wearily.
"We must inform the Council of this at once."
"Do I have to go too?"
Anakin almost sounded whiny. Obi-Wan looked at him strangely and Qui-Gon frowned. Oops, I should have kept my mouth shut.
"Anakin you are certainly not feeling well," Qui-Gon observed.
"We will take you back home for now, but the Council will want you to show them later," Obi-Wan explained. "Time to be sneaky again."
Anakin grinned lopsidedly.
"Quieter, Ani," Qui-Gon instructed Anakin.
They crept along the hallway silently. It was good practice for sensing the distance of approaching people as well as how to avoid them. Anakin had built a passable shield to hide his presence in the Force.
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon had to work hard together to disguise Anakin on the way to the hanger bay earlier that morning. Now that it was late morning, the Temple was very busy and navigating their way back to the apartment was a challenge. Anakin's presence shined brilliantly and took great effort to conceal.
They had taught Anakin how to do it and the teenager imitated them with extraordinary skill. Naturally, they didn't tell him that. No need to alarm him or bolster his pride.
Stealthily, Anakin walked far ahead of them and practiced blending into recesses in the wall when another Jedi passed. Fortunately, most Jedi kept their defenses down and were not alert in the Temple. As they moved onward they came to a major intersection.
Up until now they had managed to avoid the busier areas of the Temple. They had to get access to a turbolift that went to their level. Otherwise they would have to climb the outside of the Temple. It was one of the smaller lift foyers, but, even here, dozens of Jedi and Padawans were coming and going.
Anakin stopped at an overhang and waited for his masters to catch up. "What now?"
Obi-Wan glanced out. "This is the tricky part."
"Someone is sure to notice us," Anakin said.
"If we are visible they will," Qui-Gon replied.
Anakin's eyes grew wide and he grinned.
"Go slowly, don't rush or you will give yourself away," Obi-Wan reminded him.
Qui-Gon looked down at Anakin's eager face. "We will watch you from here until you are by a lift and then we will follow."
"I won't get caught." Anakin said confidently. "How will we get into a lift without them seeing?"
"By moving really fast," Obi-Wan smirked.
"Go now," Qui-Gon instructed.
Anakin drew strongly on the Force and moved. He heeded their instructions carefully. It took nearly ten minutes before he reached the nearest turbolift. He was so happy he almost gave himself away, but he maintained his concentration. When Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan arrived, all three of them leapt into the lift and Obi-Wan keyed the door shut.
Anakin collapsed against the wall laughing. "That was fun!"
Obi-Wan smiled at him. "Good, because you will have to do it again when we get out."
Anakin was very tempted to stick his tongue out at Obi-Wan's smirking face.
"Be ready Anakin," Qui-Gon told him. "The Temple lifts are not equipped to go non-stop. Someone else could come aboard."
Master Yoda waited patiently for the next turbolift. He cast about him in the Force to sense the general ambiance of the Jedi in the Temple. Emotions of concern, anxiety and even a little fear were what he primarily sensed. Everyone was shaken by the previous day's explosion.
The lift car arrived and the door slid silently open. No one was standing inside. The old master hobbled in. When the door shut he spoke loudly.
"Down from there!"
Anakin carefully dropped from the ceiling. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan followed. They stood up calmly and waited for the ancient Master to speak further.
"Mynocks you are not! Explain yourself." Yoda looked directly at Anakin.
"My masters are teaching me how to avoid people and hide my presence in the Force today," Anakin kept his composure and struggled to keep a smile off his face.
Yoda immediately saw through him. "Answer other's questions, you wish not. Crept about on ceilings all morning have you?"
"Yes, Master Yoda. When we couldn't get around groups."
"Avoid them forever you cannot. No help sneakiness is."
"Yes, Master Yoda." Anakin repeated and tried not to look like he was ignoring the green troll.
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan finally took pity on him. Quickly, Qui-Gon thought of a way to distract Yoda from lecturing further.
"My master, we have learned that the bomb was set by the Sith."
Yoda's eyes widened and his pointy ears rose slightly. "Proof of this have you?"
Anakin was pleased to see that something could surprise even Yoda. Obi-Wan glanced at him in warning lest Yoda notice Anakin's glee.
"We are certain of it and are prepared to show the Council." Obi-Wan explained.
"Show us you today you will."
"You didn't sense it was a Sith either, did you?" Anakin said suddenly.
Master Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan stiffened and waited for Yoda's reaction. They were surprised when he didn't take offense to Anakin's rudeness.
"Know it must be we did." Yoda admitted wearily. "Though sense it we did not."
Anakin slumped at his desk. He and his masters had spent much of the afternoon with the Jedi Council concerning the bomb. He was exhausted. They had thoughtfully allowed him to return to the apartment, but Anakin suspected that they intended to talk about him with Master Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan.
He needed to talk to someone, but not a Jedi. Anakin couldn't tell any of them about what had happened and his masters already knew. He leaned forward to rest his head wearily on the desktop.
"I know that bomb had something to do with me. Maybe it was meant to test me or kill me." Anakin said suddenly aloud. He looked up when Kaely beeped in confusion at him.
"I can feel it," he told her. "It sounds really far-fetched doesn't it? How could the Sith know that I would be there, in a class I don't attend? How could they take the chance that the Jedi wouldn't just remove the whole system that was sloppily repaired and replace it? They might have just thrown the bomb away without it ever going off. Why did it take so long to go off anyhow? It had to have been there for weeks. Seems like a really huge coincidence. But somehow they knew..."
The pink droid hovered and landed on the desk. She opened one of her tiny compartments and extended her grasping appendage. Kaely patted his arm gently and cooed consolingly.
"I'm not paranoid. They really are out to get me," Anakin said dully. "The only other purpose I can think of is if it was meant to be a diversion. Blow a big hole in a hanger bay to distract a bunch of Jedi and sneak in or something. Sneak in and do what, though?"
Anakin grimaced. "That sounds even worse. Either way, a Sith was probably ready and waiting for it to go off...but I spoiled it."
He looked over at his tiny droid. Kaely was humming and listening. Her bright eyes were trained on him. "Don't worry, Kaely. After this, security around here will be very tight. Another bomb won't make it in here."
Anakin wasn't sure if he was trying to only comfort his droid or himself as well. "The Sith will just think of another way in. I've got to find out how."
Anakin reached for an ancient book on the shelf. It was one of his thirteenth birthday presents. Opening it at the last place he marked, he continued reading about how the Sith were defeated a thousand years ago.
"Why are they after me?"