A/N- Well, summer's over and it's back to the daily grind. If you thought I
couldn't write any slower, THINK AGAIN! I really, really wanted to get
another chapter out before the hectic schedule begins. So, that's why this
chapter is so short.
And thank you for all the reviews!! Hey, I'm not getting paid for this. I must be rewarded somehow for providing entertainment!
From a shadowed recess, Anakin watched a few guards jog pass and down the
marble hall. He waited until their footsteps faded before stepping out into the next
room. In one hand, he held his lightsaber. He'd found it in the room he'd just left.
(A/N-impossible coincidence, I know, I know. Humor me people.) Anakin
loved the feeling of its' cold metal against his skin.
//They can take me when I'm senseless in a broken ship,// he thought smugly,
//let's see if they can when I've got my saber.//
Unfortunately, Anakin had become rather lost. The halls were familiar, but oddly
distorted. Their light switches, door panels, etc. were all more sophisticated than
those he was used to. If the blaster burns hadn't hurt so much, Anakin could
have sworn he was in a very messed-up dream.
So, for the third time, he'd wound up at a dead end.
The young Jedi looked about the new room, and saw no new door.
"Sith."
He seriously felt like carving a door into that blank wall over there.
Without warning, a jolt shook Anakin's mind. He grabbed his lightsaber, thumbed
on the humming blade, and whirled around in one move.
There was another Force-user there, at the room's entrance. He was shorter
than Anakin, perhaps a little older than him as well, and wore simple black robes.
Anakin stalled his attack. The stranger had a lightsaber, but he wasn't holding it.
"It's all right," said the older Jedi reassuringly, "I'm not here to fight you."
Funny, this strange Jedi reminded Anakin of Padme. He mentally shook his
head; that was a random comparison.
"So, are you gonna talk me back into my cell? Is that it?"
"No, it's not like that." the shorter Jedi said hurriedly, taking a tentative step
forward.
Anakin held his lightsaber ready, and tried to probe the Jedi in black's mind.
Other than some twinges of sincerity, Anakin couldn't sense anything. The other
kept up very good mind shields.
"Who are you?" Anakin demanded, "are you trying to keep me prisoner?"
Luke gulped. He couldn't exactly say, "No. Anakin, I am your son." That would
cause lots of questions he didn't want to answer just then.
So, he spat out the first thing that came to mind, "Uh, my name is Luke Lars."
He cringed as he realized how crony that sounded.
Anakin, (somehow, Luke couldn't yet think of him as father), repeated the name.
"Luke Lars.from Tatooine, huh?" he said in a low voice, slurring the words as
only a teenager could do.
"Yes," Luke replied, hoping to gain his father's trust.
"Ummm. I haven't seen you around the Temple, but there's no way you're a
Sith," Anakin was slowly-----far to slowly for Luke's taste-------slowly lowering the
lightsaber blade.
"Why are you here?"
Luke gulped, and tried to squelch his nervousness. For a moment, he had
doubts. What dreadful destiny lead from this choice? From deep inside him,
Luke's reckless nature flared.
"Anakin, " he began, "I can't explain everything now. There are troops rushing
here at this second. But, I can get you out of here and to a ship if you can trust
me," Luke took another step towards Anakin. They were now only a few feet
apart. "Well?"
Anakin turned off the lightsaber.
"Lead the way, Luke."
A/N---yes, now I do have a faint idea for a plot. Slowly but surely, homework permitting, chapter five will be up!
And thank you for all the reviews!! Hey, I'm not getting paid for this. I must be rewarded somehow for providing entertainment!
From a shadowed recess, Anakin watched a few guards jog pass and down the
marble hall. He waited until their footsteps faded before stepping out into the next
room. In one hand, he held his lightsaber. He'd found it in the room he'd just left.
(A/N-impossible coincidence, I know, I know. Humor me people.) Anakin
loved the feeling of its' cold metal against his skin.
//They can take me when I'm senseless in a broken ship,// he thought smugly,
//let's see if they can when I've got my saber.//
Unfortunately, Anakin had become rather lost. The halls were familiar, but oddly
distorted. Their light switches, door panels, etc. were all more sophisticated than
those he was used to. If the blaster burns hadn't hurt so much, Anakin could
have sworn he was in a very messed-up dream.
So, for the third time, he'd wound up at a dead end.
The young Jedi looked about the new room, and saw no new door.
"Sith."
He seriously felt like carving a door into that blank wall over there.
Without warning, a jolt shook Anakin's mind. He grabbed his lightsaber, thumbed
on the humming blade, and whirled around in one move.
There was another Force-user there, at the room's entrance. He was shorter
than Anakin, perhaps a little older than him as well, and wore simple black robes.
Anakin stalled his attack. The stranger had a lightsaber, but he wasn't holding it.
"It's all right," said the older Jedi reassuringly, "I'm not here to fight you."
Funny, this strange Jedi reminded Anakin of Padme. He mentally shook his
head; that was a random comparison.
"So, are you gonna talk me back into my cell? Is that it?"
"No, it's not like that." the shorter Jedi said hurriedly, taking a tentative step
forward.
Anakin held his lightsaber ready, and tried to probe the Jedi in black's mind.
Other than some twinges of sincerity, Anakin couldn't sense anything. The other
kept up very good mind shields.
"Who are you?" Anakin demanded, "are you trying to keep me prisoner?"
Luke gulped. He couldn't exactly say, "No. Anakin, I am your son." That would
cause lots of questions he didn't want to answer just then.
So, he spat out the first thing that came to mind, "Uh, my name is Luke Lars."
He cringed as he realized how crony that sounded.
Anakin, (somehow, Luke couldn't yet think of him as father), repeated the name.
"Luke Lars.from Tatooine, huh?" he said in a low voice, slurring the words as
only a teenager could do.
"Yes," Luke replied, hoping to gain his father's trust.
"Ummm. I haven't seen you around the Temple, but there's no way you're a
Sith," Anakin was slowly-----far to slowly for Luke's taste-------slowly lowering the
lightsaber blade.
"Why are you here?"
Luke gulped, and tried to squelch his nervousness. For a moment, he had
doubts. What dreadful destiny lead from this choice? From deep inside him,
Luke's reckless nature flared.
"Anakin, " he began, "I can't explain everything now. There are troops rushing
here at this second. But, I can get you out of here and to a ship if you can trust
me," Luke took another step towards Anakin. They were now only a few feet
apart. "Well?"
Anakin turned off the lightsaber.
"Lead the way, Luke."
A/N---yes, now I do have a faint idea for a plot. Slowly but surely, homework permitting, chapter five will be up!