Hello! Thank you so much for all your reviews. You have no idea how great it is. Hey Imp, whatzup? Yeah, your right, Han would say a lot more descriptive four-letter words than "darn." But I'm keeping my innocent PG rating, maybe later I'll write one with a higher rating. Till then, just mentally replace "darn" with whatever word you want.
Anakin had been rushing towards the nearest ship when he detected a shift in Luke's presence. He turned to see a short woman running up to Luke, calling the Jedi's name. Anakin had begun backtracking to the duo. Then, over Luke's shoulder, he beheld a swarm of angry guards gush through bay door, blasters raining laser beams like a storm.
The two Jedi brandished their lightsaber and faced the oncoming army. Luke swept the unarmed Leia behind him, but only an idiot would try to deflect off a barrage of bolts. Dully, Anakin saw Luke and Leia sprint towards the bay wall-towards the nearest cover. Luke's lightsaber was a green blur as he tried to shield them both. The blaster smoke rose in an ugly cloud and the pungent burnt-plastic smell permeated the Bay.
Anakin needed a ship, and he was going to get a ship, blasters or no blasters. Anakin pulled himself into a back flip, his robes whooshing around him. He hit the floor in a roll, trying to move as fast as he could to the ship fifty meters away. Confused red blots whizzed passed him, but all were clear misses. Anakin had never moved so fast in his life. He didn't think about anything, not who his enemies were or what he wanted, just to travel fifty more meters without getting shot. Anakin jumped and twisted as two bolts came too close. He ran, his lightsaber flashing and humming and making that weird cracking noise in a tremendous blue blur. His hand brought his lightsaber in front of his face, were it absorbed a nasty laser. He found himself diving to the deck them jumping forward all in a part of a second. Anakin was more alert and aware of himself than he ever had been, but yet he was disconnected, like his mind was not commanding his movements. Reality became distorted. When he dove behind a ship's loading ramp, and he relaxed his body, his senses returned to reality. His spent muscles felt like sandbags hanging uselessly off him. His cells screamed and burned from lack of oxygen. Anakin nearly gagged upon the smell of burnt ozone.
The young Jedi shut his eyes to the pain. But when he opened them he found he wasn't alone behind the ramp. Lying there was a very hurt and very unconscious man.
When the fight had started, Han found himself in a very bad place. He had been catching up with Leia, who had suddenly sprinted to her brother. Then, all of the sudden, he heard the clanging of boots behind him. Han turned to see about two dozen blaster muzzles pointed in his general direction.
In a heartbeat, Han had a weird flashback to that time on the Death Star, when he'd run into a hanger full of stormtroopers. But this was a little worse, seeing he was in the wide open and the nearest cover a ship ten meters away.
Han didn't draw his blaster. That would get him shot quicker than a gondarck. Besides, he didn't think they really wanted to shoot him. But when they opened fire, he realized how many bad shots there were in the Palace Guard.
Han hit the deck, silently cursing Skywalker's parentage. Han crawled towards the ship, thinking cynically that the Rebellion sure knew how to reward its heroes.
Mon, I would hide in a nice, quiet hole if I were you. 'Cause when this blows over…
The thought barely passed through his mind when Han felt blistering heat streak through his torso. Waves of gut wrenching pain coursed through his body, attacking nerves in places Han didn't know he had. He tried to swallow the pain put it kept bubbling up and enveloping him like lava out a mountain. Squeezing his eyes against the pain, Han focused on finding cover. He dragged himself across the deck. Five more, four more, three more…almost, almost… Han yanked himself behind the ship's ramp. Groaning, he laid back in his sanctuary. Han checked at his wound and grimaced. Yup, a laser had skewered him. The bolt had gone diagonally through his left shoulder blade, and out his below his right collar bone. It was nasty, it was a miracle he was even breathing.
They. Shot. Me. T hose bastards shot me! Gentle blackness took him.
Anakin studied the man who shared his cover. This must be the one that came with Leia, Anakin thought,. But he was in horrible shape. A blaster bolt had neatly gone through him, and his skin had taken on a frightening, pale tone. Anakin felt his Jedi-ness kick in, and he gently pressed the man's shoulder. Anakin concentrated; he focused his energy in the wounded man, channeling his strength into easing and healing.
BINK! A blaster bolt shot over Anakin's head-uncomfortably close. Anakin's concentration was broken off and he refocused on the score of determined guards. They were getting closer, before long they would find him. Anakin didn't like that scenario.
A ship, I've got to get on a ship. The order raced around and around Anakin's head. The young Jedi looked frantically around. Okay, I've got ships all around me. I just need to pick one. Now, Anakin, now!
But what about the man? Anakin had been ready to leap up the ramp, however, he saw him lying there near death. The guards weren't after him, they were after Anakin, and so the man should be fine. But at the back of his mind Anakin had a vision of him, just lying there, and after the smoke cleared and they found him it would be too late. Anakin, as carefully as he could, carefully began to lift the man.
"I swore that I would become a Jedi. Powerful enough I could stop people from dying. I'm the Chosen One."
The man made a strange, strained noise. Anakin picked him up, gathered his strength, and leapt up the ramp and into the ship.
The slight Skywalker twins easily slipped behind the small crate. The din and smoke of blaster bolts was defending, but Leia managed to yell over it.
"Luke, what were you thinking?! Releasing this man and bringing all of palace security down on your-our-heads?"
Luke held his lightsaber, but he wasn't fighting as the guards weren't gunning for him.
"They were going to kill him, Leia. What did you expect me to do? Sit around and smile as they blew his head of? Anakin is just a kid, he's no Vader or Sith."
Leia groaned, "I'm trying to be diplomatic about this. Yes, Anakin is just a kid and no Sith right now. But he remains a terrible danger. You told me yourself that Anakin falls to the Darkside, what's to prevent him from falling in our time?"
Luke set his jaw, "I will prevent him."
Leia knew it was useless to debate when Luke got like this. It was like trying to make Han memorize poetry…Han…
"By the Force Han's still out there!" Leia screamed. She jumped up and peered around the corner.
"Leia, wait!" Luke joined his twin.
"I can't see him," Leia said anxiously, scanning the bay for Han despite the lazers, "I'm going out there."
Before Leia or Luke did anything else, the rumble of a ship's engines cut them off.
The blaster bolts suddenly decreased and stopped, as confused guards gaped at each other. Vader had gotten to a ship anyway, despite the flood of blaster bolts.
The captain screamed into his com, "Close the bay doors! Close the bay doors!" and the flabbergasted guards futilely fired at the fleeing ship. The huge ship rose above the thinning blaster smoke, like a creature rising from the dead. Its engine roared as it kicked in the drive, and shot towards the bay doors.
"No way he's getting out," murmured the captain. The bay doors, which were basically two mammoth pieces of metal and wires, slowly and deliberately began to shut. The small ship sped towards the doors, but it was closing to fast. At the last second, the ship twisted and squeezed through, its sides grating on metal.
Then the doors slammed shut and the ship was gone.