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A/N: Uhm . . . Schoolwork got in the way? I'm just now starting to pick up the pieces of my fan fiction life as I know it. So bear with me in the long time between chapters - I'll do my best, I promise!
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Dedication: To telekona, whose name I'm not sure I spelled right, whom I just recently met (THAT was freaky!), and whose fics in all realities have tons of potential. She's reviewed this fic, so look her up and read her stuff!
Ah . . . May the Force be with you?
Chapter XII: Nerves
Before they ensouled the near-lifeless clone, the resurrection team had work to do. "He's been floating in there for a lifetime," Sannah stared as Jacen, Zekk and Lowie lifted the clone out of the tank with the Force. "His muscles can't have atrophied; they never worked! How long is it gonna take for him to be able to stand, much less walk?"
Jaina, Tenel Ka, and Uldir were negotiating with the computers, trying to convince them that they were here legitimately. Finally, Tenel Ka argued that they had gotten him out of the cylinder, hadn't they? Wasn't that proof enough?
The computers reluctantly agreed, and forked over the information they would need to get Anakin up and on his feet within a standard week or so. "See that equipment over there?" Uldir gestured to the table and bank of consoles on the left side of the room. "We're using a combination of electricity, bacta, basic stimulants and the Force to bring his body up to it's full physical potential in something like a thirtieth of the time it would naturally take."
The Melodie blinked. "Okay. Can we cut the hair? It looks weird."
*Hey, Uldir? Stop her before she actually does it. I wanna try having hair that long.*
Uldir raised his eyebrows. "Sure. Uh, Sannah? Don't. Anakin says he wants to try having long hair."
Jacen, Jaina and Sannah blinked. "Alright," Zekk laid the body down on the table. "Whatever you want, Anakin. That's the idea, right? I mean, we're bringing him back to life!"
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"Tahiri?" Tionne called. She had trouble calling the girl with the Force since she'd regressed. "Tahiri?"
"Tionne? Hi!" the blond practically bounced up to her. "I was kinda hoping to find you. The Temple seems so much bigger without Anakin or Sannah in it. I mean, I know they wanted to go see their families, and of course Ikrit went with Anakin, but I still miss them. Did they have to go at the same time?" she paused, then looked up at Tionne. "Never mind! You were looking for me?"
She older Jedi snapped herself back to reality, of sorts. "Yes. I just wanted to warn you not to leave the Temple for a while. Jacen disturbed a flock of some of the moons nastier native species and they followed him back to the Great Temple. Until we know they're gone we don't want any of the younger students to go outside."
Tahiri nodded. "That's so like Jacen. But can't he convince them to leave us alone?"
Tionne bit her lip and thought fast. The area that Tahiri considered the yard outside the Great Temple was the docking bay, and there would be ships coming and going for the next few days at such close intervals that they were just going to leave the docking bay doors open. So she had to keep Tahiri out of the docking bay. "He could, but if he did it would completely alter their natural instincts, perhaps permanently, and we don't want to effect the wildlife that way. It's not fair to them; they're just doing what they're meant to do."
"That makes sense," Tahiri nodded again. "Right. Well, I'm gonna go 'think at rocks' some more!"
The musician leaned against the wall as Tahiri turned a corner. It became harder and harder to talk to the girl as she edged slowly up to her real age. She'd fortunately moved up a year or more since they'd last spoken, into the time when the Solo twins were friends with Anja, who'd called the Force 'thinking at rocks'.
The musician leaned against the wall as Tahiri turned a corner. It became harder and harder to talk to the girl as she edged slowly up to her real age. She'd fortunately moved up a year or more since they'd last spoken, into the time when the Solo twins were friends with Anja, who'd called the Force 'thinking at rocks'.
The musician leaned against the wall as Tahiri turned a corner. It became harder and harder to talk to the girl as she edged slowly up to her real age. She'd fortunately moved up a year or more since they'd last spoken, into the time when the Solo twins were friends with Anja, who'd called the Force 'thinking at rocks'. Tionne turned around herself and made her way toward the communication center. Uldir had left his ship, the Tale End, in the Errant Venture's docking bay when he, Jacen, Zekk and Lowie had come here to pick up Sannah and Tenel Ka, then left in the Rock Dragon. They had permission to do all this from Mara, but Tionne wanted to know where they'd taken Sannah, and when Uldir would be back to pick up his skiff.
Taking one of the only two console not occupied by docking technicians, Tionne called up the Rock Dragon. Em Teedee answered. "Oh!" the round droid flustered. "Mistress Tionne! How may I be of assistance?"
"I was wondering when you plan on bringing Sannah back," the pearly-haired Jedi replied. "She does have training to do."
"Ah – yes, well, you see – this may go on for an indefinite amount of time."
Tionne raised her eyebrows. "And this means that . . ?"
"Neither I nor anyone else here is exactly certain when we'll be back," he clarified.
"You don't know when you'll be coming back? Then where are you?"
Em Teedee bobbed in the air. "I'm afraid, Mistress Tionne, that I'm under rather strict orders not to tell you. Mistress Skywalker knows, however, and I've been asked to tell you that if you wish to know, you should ask her."
"Em Teedee," Tionne could hardly believe she was hearing this. "Sannah's my student. I have every right to know where she is, and inform you that having her gone is not helping matters! It's one more person to make up an excuse for why Tahiri can't find them!"
"I will be sure to pass on your message, Mistress Tionne," the hovering ovoid somehow gave the impression of a nod, then the screen went blank. Tionne, mildly annoyed at the droid, called up the Rock Dragon again. This time, she got no answer.
"Kam!" she yelled. Again.
Her husband reflected that this whole situation was wearing on her nerves.