Chapter 2
"Anakin, go plug that hole over there!" Obi-Wan yelled to his Padawan.
The Separatists were fighting with their droid armies against the clones of the Republic, and they were winning. Several clones were down, and now the Jedi were fighting on the front line along side them. Obi-Wan was commanding a small regiment of soldiers, just as the other Knights were, and Anakin was his second in command. Now, they were fighting for their lives, as they had been for the past three months. Anakin missed Padme. What was she doing? Was she all right? When would he see her again? Did she miss him as he missed her?
Anakin ran to the point on the Geonosian dirt that Obi-Wan had pointed to, his blue lightsaber activated. The blaster fire came from everywhere, and now Anakin heard the hissing of the blots as they flew past his ear, close enough to singe them. He closed his eyes and the Force flowed freely through the Chosen One's body. Through the black mist of his eyelids, a red bolt flew through and was deflected, and another, then another. Anakin felt the deaths of every single clone trooper that fell dead next to him, and was immediately comforted with the new presence of the reinforcement that was to take his place. But more continued to die, the blaster bolts began to come quicker and in greater numbers. The increasing number of deaths surrounding him caused Anakin to grow cold and his concentration wavered. The bolts in his mind grew increasingly hard to envision and Anakin's baby blues flew open and he found himself drenched in sweat and blood; his sweat, other's blood. He could now see the blaster fire of the oncoming droid army, but his foresight was loosing its reliance. He heard Obi-Wan yelling his name, calling for him to get out of there, but everything became a blur, a blue blur as his lightsaber worked furiously to keep him unharmed and alive. Anakin began to breath heavily, causing his concentration to slip even more. His lightsaber began to slow and more fire came his way. Anakin swore the blaster bolts were singing to him as the misses flew past him. But suddenly, one song ended with a thud and then a terrible pain shooting up and down his left arm: his read one. Anakin heard Obi-Wan scream his name as he doubled over, clutching his wounded arm. The lightsaber slipped from his artificial grasp and his vision blurred. His hand was stained red from the not yet cauterized wound. He saw two pairs of metallic feet stop in front of him and Anakin looked up into the barrels of two guns. The droids cocked their weapons and Anakin took a deep, cleansing breath, closing his eyes and thinking only of Padme, his wife...his angel. He was ready to die...
"Wait!" one of the droids said. "This is the one. Count Dooku wants him alive." Anakin opened his eyes and heard Obi-Wan running towards him. But one of the droids lifted his gun and slammed the butt down onto Anakin's head, and the world went dark.
"No!" Obi-Wan screamed.
"Anakin, go plug that hole over there!" Obi-Wan yelled to his Padawan.
The Separatists were fighting with their droid armies against the clones of the Republic, and they were winning. Several clones were down, and now the Jedi were fighting on the front line along side them. Obi-Wan was commanding a small regiment of soldiers, just as the other Knights were, and Anakin was his second in command. Now, they were fighting for their lives, as they had been for the past three months. Anakin missed Padme. What was she doing? Was she all right? When would he see her again? Did she miss him as he missed her?
Anakin ran to the point on the Geonosian dirt that Obi-Wan had pointed to, his blue lightsaber activated. The blaster fire came from everywhere, and now Anakin heard the hissing of the blots as they flew past his ear, close enough to singe them. He closed his eyes and the Force flowed freely through the Chosen One's body. Through the black mist of his eyelids, a red bolt flew through and was deflected, and another, then another. Anakin felt the deaths of every single clone trooper that fell dead next to him, and was immediately comforted with the new presence of the reinforcement that was to take his place. But more continued to die, the blaster bolts began to come quicker and in greater numbers. The increasing number of deaths surrounding him caused Anakin to grow cold and his concentration wavered. The bolts in his mind grew increasingly hard to envision and Anakin's baby blues flew open and he found himself drenched in sweat and blood; his sweat, other's blood. He could now see the blaster fire of the oncoming droid army, but his foresight was loosing its reliance. He heard Obi-Wan yelling his name, calling for him to get out of there, but everything became a blur, a blue blur as his lightsaber worked furiously to keep him unharmed and alive. Anakin began to breath heavily, causing his concentration to slip even more. His lightsaber began to slow and more fire came his way. Anakin swore the blaster bolts were singing to him as the misses flew past him. But suddenly, one song ended with a thud and then a terrible pain shooting up and down his left arm: his read one. Anakin heard Obi-Wan scream his name as he doubled over, clutching his wounded arm. The lightsaber slipped from his artificial grasp and his vision blurred. His hand was stained red from the not yet cauterized wound. He saw two pairs of metallic feet stop in front of him and Anakin looked up into the barrels of two guns. The droids cocked their weapons and Anakin took a deep, cleansing breath, closing his eyes and thinking only of Padme, his wife...his angel. He was ready to die...
"Wait!" one of the droids said. "This is the one. Count Dooku wants him alive." Anakin opened his eyes and heard Obi-Wan running towards him. But one of the droids lifted his gun and slammed the butt down onto Anakin's head, and the world went dark.
"No!" Obi-Wan screamed.
