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The uneasy figure of Jedi Master Yoda stood cemented to the spot on the tarmac of the landing platform.
His mind preoccupied with thoughts of the starship that would inevitably land on the very platform where he stood, the arrival of which he both eagerly anticipated and dreaded.
This was no ordinary starship, this one carried a very precious cargo that he had no desire to see under these conditions but nevertheless here he was.
His mind brought forward the unpleasant memories of the events of just 15 short hours before.
Once again the pain flooded his veins and he was forced to relive it all over again in agonising slow motion.
He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the reappearance of his friend and fellow council member, Mace Windu.
Indeed it wasn't until the tall, bald headed, dark skinned Jedi softly brushed his mind that he knew he was there.
"They've just entered the planet's atmosphere and will be here shortly."
Mace spoke the words softly as if he were talking to a child.
Yoda stayed quiet which forced the taller master into breaking the silence between them again.
"The healers are here and ready for them, they'll be no delay."
Mace smiled weakly as the older master remained speechless.
"Contact her, we should. Of his whereabouts, let her know. Discreet we must be."
"Yes master, I'll take care of it myself."
The little green Jedi only nodded his recognition as both masters watched with false calm as the starship landed in front of them.
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Her throat was red raw as, for what felt like the hundredth time, she involuntarily opened her mouth and violently emptied the non-existent contents of her aching stomach.
She'd been this way ever since she'd regained consciousness after the initial pain had been so overwhelming that she had collapsed in her living room.
She didn't know whether it was the trauma of the intense feelings that were wracking havoc on her tired body, or whether it was the panic and shock of not being able to fully feel him through their bond and the possibility that he might be dead.
Just the thought of that being her reality caused her stomach to lurch once again, leaving her weak and beyond the point of exhaustion.
She'd had a panic attack when she'd awoke and tentatively touched their bond, only to find it cold and empty where she would normally find his warmth, strength and love.
It had taken a great effort on her handmaidens' part to eventually calm her down but it hadn't lasted for long as she'd launched into a rant of her insecurities of not knowing where he was and that no one would know to let her know of his condition.
It was that that had caused her mind to construct all sorts of possibilities and drive herself in to a frenzy of never knowing what had happened and whether she would ever see him again.
After all, their marriage was a secret, only her handmaidens knew about it, there was no way that anyone at the Temple would know to get in contact with her.
She'd thought that maybe she could enquire after him on the pretence of being a close friend but it soon became clear to her that that wouldn't work because, surely, they'd wonder how she'd found out about him being hurt in the first place.
She'd made Rabe sit, glued to the holoscreen scanning through all the news stations just in case there should be any reports of any events involving an injured Jedi, that way she could use that as an excuse as to how she'd found out.
She knew it was a long shot, she had no idea what his mission had been and the events that had led to whatever happened to him may not have been high profile enough to be covered on the news.
Nevertheless it was worth a try.
But Rabe had been looking for 12 hours now and there had been no news, not one mention of anything involving the Jedi in the slightest.
She could tell that Rabe was beginning to think that it was a lost cause but she refused to give up hope.
Hope was all she had.
Hope was all she needed.
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He was still very much in shock as he watched the healers lower the lifeless body of his master into the bacta tank.
For a 12-year-old, Anakin Skywalker had seen and experienced many things.
Being a slave had exposed him to many of the harsh realities of life but these past three years among the Jedi had enabled him to see all the good things about life and the things he could do with his life.
He'd become slightly softened by the security he now had in his life and therefore had been unprepared for what had occurred just over half a Coruscant day ago.
He flinched inwardly as he remembered the sight of his master in so much pain and then lying completely still on top of his small body, as if he were dead.
His mind had been racing and he'd wanted to scream but instead he'd lay totally still under the limp body of his master and stared into his pale face.
His whole world had stopped the moment that blaster shot connected with his master's body.
It had felt like forever had passed before he was able to move again, before he could do anything, but even the he could only react the way any 12 year old would.
He'd been so scared, rolling his master's body off of him he'd tried to shake him awake, calling out for him and begging him to just wake up, the way any son would if their father had been struck down in front of them.
It was all a blur from there on in, his mind having discarded any further memories of the events that followed.
The only thing he really remembered was sitting at his master's side as they travelled back to Coruscant.
He'd studied his master's youthful face, he really did forget sometimes just how young his master was, and made sure that every detail was etched into his mind.
He was distracted from his thoughts and the image of his master by the gentle tapping of a wooden stick against his shoulder.
He turned slowly to look down into the hazel eyes of the little master and quickly bowed to him.
"Master Yoda."
"Padawan Skywalker."
"Is there anymore news on Master Kenobi's condition?"
He watched closely as the master's ears drooped slightly before he answered.
"Not yet stable is your master, many hours it will be before the healers will know for sure. But young and strong, your master is. A fighter, he always has been."
Anakin could only smile weakly at Yoda's complimentary words about his master.
"Come with me, you must. Wish, the healers do, to examine you."
"But master, I don't want to leave him, what if........... what if he.........."
Anakin trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
"Go you must. If change, there is, immediately know you will."
Anakin was about to protest again but the look in the old master's eyes told him that it would be pointless.
So he decided that the sooner he went the sooner he would be back by his master's side.
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They were all surprised when Sabe came running into the bathroom, out of breath and waving a piece of paper in her hand.
"This just arrived, they said that it was urgent."
Sabe quickly passed the note to Padme, who with shaking hands unfolded the paper and read the message inside.
"Well?"
Rabe was too impatient to wait any longer.
"It's..... It's Obi-Wan, he's back on Coruscant and in the healer's wing of the Temple. I've been asked to come and visit him if at all possible."
"What time?"
"Later this evening."
Her handmaidens quickly enveloped her into a hug as she tried to let the news sink in.
Tbc.....
Another chapter done. I don't really know how long this is gonna be, I haven't really intended for it to be too long but I don't think its gonna be very short either so it might have a few more chapters left in it, we'll find out soon. Again I don't know when the next update will be but keep looking out for it. Thanks for reading and don't forget to review. Love Sassy.
I hope you like the next chapter.
The uneasy figure of Jedi Master Yoda stood cemented to the spot on the tarmac of the landing platform.
His mind preoccupied with thoughts of the starship that would inevitably land on the very platform where he stood, the arrival of which he both eagerly anticipated and dreaded.
This was no ordinary starship, this one carried a very precious cargo that he had no desire to see under these conditions but nevertheless here he was.
His mind brought forward the unpleasant memories of the events of just 15 short hours before.
Once again the pain flooded his veins and he was forced to relive it all over again in agonising slow motion.
He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the reappearance of his friend and fellow council member, Mace Windu.
Indeed it wasn't until the tall, bald headed, dark skinned Jedi softly brushed his mind that he knew he was there.
"They've just entered the planet's atmosphere and will be here shortly."
Mace spoke the words softly as if he were talking to a child.
Yoda stayed quiet which forced the taller master into breaking the silence between them again.
"The healers are here and ready for them, they'll be no delay."
Mace smiled weakly as the older master remained speechless.
"Contact her, we should. Of his whereabouts, let her know. Discreet we must be."
"Yes master, I'll take care of it myself."
The little green Jedi only nodded his recognition as both masters watched with false calm as the starship landed in front of them.
.......................................
.......................................
Her throat was red raw as, for what felt like the hundredth time, she involuntarily opened her mouth and violently emptied the non-existent contents of her aching stomach.
She'd been this way ever since she'd regained consciousness after the initial pain had been so overwhelming that she had collapsed in her living room.
She didn't know whether it was the trauma of the intense feelings that were wracking havoc on her tired body, or whether it was the panic and shock of not being able to fully feel him through their bond and the possibility that he might be dead.
Just the thought of that being her reality caused her stomach to lurch once again, leaving her weak and beyond the point of exhaustion.
She'd had a panic attack when she'd awoke and tentatively touched their bond, only to find it cold and empty where she would normally find his warmth, strength and love.
It had taken a great effort on her handmaidens' part to eventually calm her down but it hadn't lasted for long as she'd launched into a rant of her insecurities of not knowing where he was and that no one would know to let her know of his condition.
It was that that had caused her mind to construct all sorts of possibilities and drive herself in to a frenzy of never knowing what had happened and whether she would ever see him again.
After all, their marriage was a secret, only her handmaidens knew about it, there was no way that anyone at the Temple would know to get in contact with her.
She'd thought that maybe she could enquire after him on the pretence of being a close friend but it soon became clear to her that that wouldn't work because, surely, they'd wonder how she'd found out about him being hurt in the first place.
She'd made Rabe sit, glued to the holoscreen scanning through all the news stations just in case there should be any reports of any events involving an injured Jedi, that way she could use that as an excuse as to how she'd found out.
She knew it was a long shot, she had no idea what his mission had been and the events that had led to whatever happened to him may not have been high profile enough to be covered on the news.
Nevertheless it was worth a try.
But Rabe had been looking for 12 hours now and there had been no news, not one mention of anything involving the Jedi in the slightest.
She could tell that Rabe was beginning to think that it was a lost cause but she refused to give up hope.
Hope was all she had.
Hope was all she needed.
........................................
........................................
He was still very much in shock as he watched the healers lower the lifeless body of his master into the bacta tank.
For a 12-year-old, Anakin Skywalker had seen and experienced many things.
Being a slave had exposed him to many of the harsh realities of life but these past three years among the Jedi had enabled him to see all the good things about life and the things he could do with his life.
He'd become slightly softened by the security he now had in his life and therefore had been unprepared for what had occurred just over half a Coruscant day ago.
He flinched inwardly as he remembered the sight of his master in so much pain and then lying completely still on top of his small body, as if he were dead.
His mind had been racing and he'd wanted to scream but instead he'd lay totally still under the limp body of his master and stared into his pale face.
His whole world had stopped the moment that blaster shot connected with his master's body.
It had felt like forever had passed before he was able to move again, before he could do anything, but even the he could only react the way any 12 year old would.
He'd been so scared, rolling his master's body off of him he'd tried to shake him awake, calling out for him and begging him to just wake up, the way any son would if their father had been struck down in front of them.
It was all a blur from there on in, his mind having discarded any further memories of the events that followed.
The only thing he really remembered was sitting at his master's side as they travelled back to Coruscant.
He'd studied his master's youthful face, he really did forget sometimes just how young his master was, and made sure that every detail was etched into his mind.
He was distracted from his thoughts and the image of his master by the gentle tapping of a wooden stick against his shoulder.
He turned slowly to look down into the hazel eyes of the little master and quickly bowed to him.
"Master Yoda."
"Padawan Skywalker."
"Is there anymore news on Master Kenobi's condition?"
He watched closely as the master's ears drooped slightly before he answered.
"Not yet stable is your master, many hours it will be before the healers will know for sure. But young and strong, your master is. A fighter, he always has been."
Anakin could only smile weakly at Yoda's complimentary words about his master.
"Come with me, you must. Wish, the healers do, to examine you."
"But master, I don't want to leave him, what if........... what if he.........."
Anakin trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
"Go you must. If change, there is, immediately know you will."
Anakin was about to protest again but the look in the old master's eyes told him that it would be pointless.
So he decided that the sooner he went the sooner he would be back by his master's side.
........................................
........................................
They were all surprised when Sabe came running into the bathroom, out of breath and waving a piece of paper in her hand.
"This just arrived, they said that it was urgent."
Sabe quickly passed the note to Padme, who with shaking hands unfolded the paper and read the message inside.
"Well?"
Rabe was too impatient to wait any longer.
"It's..... It's Obi-Wan, he's back on Coruscant and in the healer's wing of the Temple. I've been asked to come and visit him if at all possible."
"What time?"
"Later this evening."
Her handmaidens quickly enveloped her into a hug as she tried to let the news sink in.
Tbc.....
Another chapter done. I don't really know how long this is gonna be, I haven't really intended for it to be too long but I don't think its gonna be very short either so it might have a few more chapters left in it, we'll find out soon. Again I don't know when the next update will be but keep looking out for it. Thanks for reading and don't forget to review. Love Sassy.