Amaraki felt it before it happened. His bright green eyes popped
open, just minutes before the pirate ship attacked. He was on his feet in
an instant, lightsaber gripped in his hand.
He rushed into the main cockpit, colliding with Ferus. Ferus stopped, and looked at him.
"Amaraki, how did you get that lightsaber back? I thought Master Kenobi-"
Amaraki cut him off, "I don't have time for this, kid. We're being attacked by pirates!"
Ferus gave him a suspicious look, "How do you know that it's pirates?"
Amaraki, without thinking in his state of frustration, said, "I felt it!"
Ferus opened his mouth to respond, but another jolt kicked them off their feet. Without another word exchanged, Ferus and Amaraki ran into the main cockpit.
Anakin was already there, lightsaber in hand.
Stella was wide-eyed, clutching at her dagger. "What's happening?" She asked, her soft voice gripped with panic.
"We're being attacked." Siri said, ever so blunt. "Anakin!" she squawked.
Anakin stepped up.
"Come. We're going to invade their ship. You pick one out."
With a nod, he ran off to the escape ships.
"Ferus and I will create a diversion," Obi-Wan said, quickly catching on to Siri's idea.
She nodded, "Good idea." With a quick smile, Siri ran after Anakin.
***
Once the third jolt hit, Anakin realized he hadn't seen Padmé around! Ignoring Siri's orders, her turned and ran to her quarters.
Every bit of him was alive; it was like the Force was running with him.
Bursting into Padmé's room, he saw her lying on the floor. The room stank with a vile perfume, and blood seeped out of her head where he makeup case had fallen on her.
"Padmé!" He yelled, running towards her. But before he could get anywhere, another jolt knocked him off his feet.
"Anakin! HURRY!" Siri yelled.
Anakin looked at Padmé desperately. Just then, Amaraki came in.
"Let me take care of her." His voice wasn't steady. Anakin could feel his love, and even though he and Amaraki were enemies, it seemed right.
Anakin nodded at Amaraki, and ran out to assist Siri.
***
When Padmé came to, she could see nor feel anything. It was as if she was enveloped in a fuzzy, suffocating aura of pain, and she couldn't move, couldn't breathe, absolutely hopeless. The room around her was hazy, but she could see a figure leaning forward.
Tentatively, she reached up to feel the face, trying to figure whose it was. This person had a lot of eyelashes... and thick, curly hair...
"Amaraki?" She tried to say, but the words got caught in her throat, and a coughing fit exploded out of her mouth instead.
The figuring – presumably Amaraki – gently lifted her.
Padmé felt a rough yet gentle hand stroke her cheek, and kind, familiar words were whispered into her ear, "It's me, Padmé my Love."
For this moment, the past was forgotten, and it didn't matter whether Anakin or Amaraki were telling the truth. These words were the ones she was longing to hear, the release to all the tension she'd capped off during this wretched voyage.
In the overly perfumed room, amidst all the chaos, time seemed frozen and the couple embraced.
He rushed into the main cockpit, colliding with Ferus. Ferus stopped, and looked at him.
"Amaraki, how did you get that lightsaber back? I thought Master Kenobi-"
Amaraki cut him off, "I don't have time for this, kid. We're being attacked by pirates!"
Ferus gave him a suspicious look, "How do you know that it's pirates?"
Amaraki, without thinking in his state of frustration, said, "I felt it!"
Ferus opened his mouth to respond, but another jolt kicked them off their feet. Without another word exchanged, Ferus and Amaraki ran into the main cockpit.
Anakin was already there, lightsaber in hand.
Stella was wide-eyed, clutching at her dagger. "What's happening?" She asked, her soft voice gripped with panic.
"We're being attacked." Siri said, ever so blunt. "Anakin!" she squawked.
Anakin stepped up.
"Come. We're going to invade their ship. You pick one out."
With a nod, he ran off to the escape ships.
"Ferus and I will create a diversion," Obi-Wan said, quickly catching on to Siri's idea.
She nodded, "Good idea." With a quick smile, Siri ran after Anakin.
***
Once the third jolt hit, Anakin realized he hadn't seen Padmé around! Ignoring Siri's orders, her turned and ran to her quarters.
Every bit of him was alive; it was like the Force was running with him.
Bursting into Padmé's room, he saw her lying on the floor. The room stank with a vile perfume, and blood seeped out of her head where he makeup case had fallen on her.
"Padmé!" He yelled, running towards her. But before he could get anywhere, another jolt knocked him off his feet.
"Anakin! HURRY!" Siri yelled.
Anakin looked at Padmé desperately. Just then, Amaraki came in.
"Let me take care of her." His voice wasn't steady. Anakin could feel his love, and even though he and Amaraki were enemies, it seemed right.
Anakin nodded at Amaraki, and ran out to assist Siri.
***
When Padmé came to, she could see nor feel anything. It was as if she was enveloped in a fuzzy, suffocating aura of pain, and she couldn't move, couldn't breathe, absolutely hopeless. The room around her was hazy, but she could see a figure leaning forward.
Tentatively, she reached up to feel the face, trying to figure whose it was. This person had a lot of eyelashes... and thick, curly hair...
"Amaraki?" She tried to say, but the words got caught in her throat, and a coughing fit exploded out of her mouth instead.
The figuring – presumably Amaraki – gently lifted her.
Padmé felt a rough yet gentle hand stroke her cheek, and kind, familiar words were whispered into her ear, "It's me, Padmé my Love."
For this moment, the past was forgotten, and it didn't matter whether Anakin or Amaraki were telling the truth. These words were the ones she was longing to hear, the release to all the tension she'd capped off during this wretched voyage.
In the overly perfumed room, amidst all the chaos, time seemed frozen and the couple embraced.
