AUTHOR'S NOTE: First of all, THANK YOU SO MUCH to all my incredible reviewers. You guys brought this story back to life. I did get a lot of praise for it awhile back, but my life got flip turned this past year, and I had to abandon it. I was really afraid all the fans of it had long forgotten—but you proved me wrong. I really lost a friend for awhile when I wasn't working on this story. You have all my graditutude.
Oh, and to MistiWhiteSun—you do not have to go back and re-read. I just split the same story into chapters.
So here are chapters 12-15. 16 is on the way...
Chapter 12
"I wish there was more I could do for you, but as affairs stand, I can only reiterate that the Jedi is dead and our sympathies. Recovery of his body is not expected; in nearly a week only four bodies have been found at all. Furthermore, we recognize your interest in searching yourself, but we are swamped as it is. More people and ships would only add to the congestion and confusion, which is why we have closed most importing for the time being."
A few council members muttered to one another. Mace Windu leaned toward the hologram of Deraloy.
"So there is no chance, then, that our Jedi will be recovered?" Mace questioned in a fake tone. All the council knew this man was lying—and not even lying well.
"There is no... no chance," Deraloy stumbled, and abruptly ended the communication. The council lapsed back into discussion. Yoda turned to Mace.
"Alive he might be. A disturbance of his death I have not felt." Windu nodded in thoughtful concurrence.
Without warning, the high council room's doors were shoved open and Mace jumped to his feet in surprise at the interruption. It was Obi-wan, panting, and his cheeks stained with tears.
"He's alive..." Obi-wan's hoarse voice managed. "I can feel it. He's alive." Smiling slightly, the boy straightened himself, still crying. Yoda made a hopeful sigh, and leaned back in his chair.
Oh, and to MistiWhiteSun—you do not have to go back and re-read. I just split the same story into chapters.
So here are chapters 12-15. 16 is on the way...
Chapter 12
"I wish there was more I could do for you, but as affairs stand, I can only reiterate that the Jedi is dead and our sympathies. Recovery of his body is not expected; in nearly a week only four bodies have been found at all. Furthermore, we recognize your interest in searching yourself, but we are swamped as it is. More people and ships would only add to the congestion and confusion, which is why we have closed most importing for the time being."
A few council members muttered to one another. Mace Windu leaned toward the hologram of Deraloy.
"So there is no chance, then, that our Jedi will be recovered?" Mace questioned in a fake tone. All the council knew this man was lying—and not even lying well.
"There is no... no chance," Deraloy stumbled, and abruptly ended the communication. The council lapsed back into discussion. Yoda turned to Mace.
"Alive he might be. A disturbance of his death I have not felt." Windu nodded in thoughtful concurrence.
Without warning, the high council room's doors were shoved open and Mace jumped to his feet in surprise at the interruption. It was Obi-wan, panting, and his cheeks stained with tears.
"He's alive..." Obi-wan's hoarse voice managed. "I can feel it. He's alive." Smiling slightly, the boy straightened himself, still crying. Yoda made a hopeful sigh, and leaned back in his chair.