Heaven

"Are we going to die?""No, Anakin. That would be foolish, and would not help us achieve our goal."

I sank back into my meditations.
We were imprisoned in a large tidal chamber. One of the many that formed the foundation of the Citadel. Our lightsabers had been taken and our wrists were bound behind our backs.
Now there was only the Force, and waiting...

"I'm sure I could open the lock on the door with the Force, Master! We could be out in a minute!"
I opened my eyes again, thankful for the darkness surrounding us. Sometimes I fear my facial expressions give too much away.
"Wait, I can feel the guard on the other side. Maybe I can get him to open the door!"
"Please, Anakin, calm yourself and think for a moment."
The Padawan held his tongue, but his mind was in a state of barely-controlled excitement.

"If you were our captors and had imprisoned two Jedi, what would you expect them to do?"
"Probably to break out of my prison and bitchslap me with a lightsaber."
"Exactly. And that door behind us would be a captive's most probable means of egress. So?"
"So...we go through it really fast?"
"No, we don't go through it at all."

I stood up and stretched my legs. I would have felt more comfortable with more time to meditate, but I suppose we can't have everything we want.

"What are you doing?" Poor Anakin, so lost without his lightsaber.
"I am going to find where this cave meets the sea and then I will swim out, climb up the mountain, and return to release you."
"But your hands are tied," he protested.
"Well, yes, one is at any rate. While you were cursing the guards, I used a small Force trick to make sure that the restraint cuff only sealed around one of my wrists. If you were to ask the commando who sealed it, I'm sure he would remember distinctly the lock 'clicking.'"
"Wow."
"Thank you. Stay here."

It was difficult finding the edge of the cave without any light source, but I let my hearing guide me and the gentle sounds of the waves lapping against the stone was more than enough to lead me to the water's edge.
I practiced my breathing and braced myself for the shock of cold liquid contact.

"You're coming back for me, right?"
"Of course, Anakin. Have faith."

And hope that the tide doesn't reach you before I do.

The water was freezing. It was night on the surface, and an even deeper black beneath the waves. My Jedi training allowed me to hold my breath while exercising, and it was this ability that I was basing my chances of survival on as I swam through flooded tunnels towards the sea, unsure of direction.
When I reached the submerged cave mouth, my lungs were burning and my head throbbed. But even as I rose rapidly towards the surface, I paused to examine a large bioluminescent jellyfish as it hovered placidly in the water. It seemed to recognize my presence and for a second I was almost sure that it reached out to me with the Force, but its attention was quickly turned to a smaller cuttlefish which it puffed off in pursuit of.

There are few experiences as pleasurable as taking an unrestricted breath of air after having been deprived of it almost to the point of unconsciousness.
I spent the next few minutes regulating my air intake and relaxing my body. Looking up at the side of the cliff that I was about to scale, I realized I was nowhere near finished with my ordeal. It was then that my spirit joined my body in the state of exhaustion.

The freezing wind buffeted me as I sought foot and handholds where there were none, and torturously pulled myself up the sheer cliff face. After what seemed like an eternity, my numb fingers came to rest on a man-made ledge, a window. And from the light pouring out from it, I knew the room upon which it looked was occupied.
I dragged my body onto it, making sure that I made no unnecessary noise.

My calculations had been correct, and I was able to peer undetected into the laboratory known as the Chamber of Power.

Alric was nowhere to be seen, but his men ran between machines frantically. A field medic analyzed data given him by a standard issue computer someone had jury-rigged to the far-older alien technology.

Suddenly, with a hiss, one of the large cylinders split open, releasing gas and steam into the air. I felt him before I saw him. Alric.

He stepped out of the machine, covered in a thin blue liquid. Immediately he turned to a row of storage boxes and extended his hand towards them. Nothing happened, and then the boxes began to shake. When they launched themselves across the room, commandos leapt out of their paths and Alric, laughing, lowered his hand.

"I have become a god!"