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Jade The Orkkiller: Sorry I don't have much Padme/Anakin fluff, but they are in a hurry at the moment; it will come soon though. I hope that I make this chapter longer...
Thefragile7393: Lol, don't worry, only one of the six surviving children will die in the end and it won't be Mathius, that's all I'll say. Lol, however, you're second comment hurt me: I happen to be thirteen myself, lol.
Lunatic Pandora1: Yeah, I'm trying to make them longer, but I'm not very good at writing long chapters. Yeah, but Sqee-Sqee, I don't even know myself, lol. Comic relief, I guess.
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To Give Up the Order:
"Master Yoda!" a small body flung itself at the little green Jedi-Master, embracing him tightly.
"Skylarn Jewd, fine, you are?" Yoda asked the small boy who had jumped at him.
"How did you know we weren't clone troopers?" Obi-Wan asked sternly as all of the children approached, "You could have all been killed!"
"Nol'gun sensed you coming." A young human boy Obi-Wan didn't recognize said, in fact, all he could see of the boy in the darkness of the tunnel were two silver pin-pricks of eyes. The boy had jerked a thumb back to point to an alien-looking girl who nodded in an overly-serious matter.
"And you are?" Obi-Wan asked of 'silver'.
"Mathius." The silver-eyed boy answered plainly, walking forward through the tunnel with the rest of the group.
"Mathius what?" Obi-Wan asked; he could remember eyes like that, from a long, long time ago...
"Confidential business, that is..." Mathius, if that was indeed the boy's name, hissed at him; Obi-Wan could see the boy's eyes narrow into a glare because some of the silver disappeared.
"Snappy one, he is." Yoda muttered to Obi-Wan as the children led the way towards the end of the tunnel, "Jedi mother boy never knew, father was bad, bad seed..."
"What is the boy's real name?" Obi-Wan asked though it was something that wasn't often discussed among the Jedi because real names were thought of as unimportant; Obi-Wan's true name was Ben anyway, so he didn't feel the need to discuss it himself...
"Tontua," Yoda said gruffly, "Tontua Fett." Yoda walked briskly away from Obi-Wan, chasing after the younglings and leaving Obi-Wan to ponder for a moment.
Suddenly from behind though, Obi-Wan felt someone tap him on the shoulder. Obi-Wan whisked around quickly, almost losing his balance, but found that it was just the Fett boy.
"Yes?" Obi-Wan asked the boy curiously and cautiously.
"Anakin..." Mathius said simply.
"What happened to him?" Obi-Wan asked with a nervous and worried tone.
"He's alive." Mathius Fett nodded before running to keep up with the rest of the group; Obi-Wan could only chase after in bewilderment...
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"You're as crazy as ever, you know that Jenka?" a man in a dark cloak asked Captain Sqee-Sqee as they sat in a room with all of the doors closed; one lone light hung overhead, casting eerie shadows off onto the walls.
"I know I'm crazy, and my name's Captain Sqee-Sqee now, Mason." The girl laughed as the man pulled his hood down, revealing him to be a Master Mace Windu.
"Well, Sqee-Sqee, my name happens to be Mace now; Mace Windu." The Jedi-Master sneered with delight.
"Oh, you're turning into a stiff, Mace!" Sqee-Sqee laughed, putting a gentle hand on Mace's.
"And you haven't changed a bit," Mace said with a smile, "Literally."
"Well, you know, time works differently here than it does in your system." Sqee-Sqee smiled at the man, "For every year I spend here, you have already aged eight."
"Well, in that case, I should probably leave soon before my younglings look as old as I." Mace said rising from the chair.
Captain Sqee-Sqee released his hand, standing up as well and pulled from her belt a lightsaber, she ignited it with a smile before shutting it off and handing it to Mace.
"And there's your lightsaber as well." She smiled, "Be happy that I had my men retrieve it for you..."
"Ah yes," Mace smiled, belting the saber, "You now are Queen of this place, correct?"
"That's right." Captain Sqee-Sqee said with a slight bow.
"Then I must ask you a favor, old friend." Mace said in a stern tone.
"Anything for you, my friend." Captain Sqee-Sqee nodded.
"Good, very good." Mace nodded, "I'm going to send some of the survivors here; make sure no one murders them."
"Sure thing." Captain Sqee-Sqee nodded like the young-adult she was.
"And also," Mace began with a bit of a smirk, "Make sure they never find out you exist; you yourself alone may kill them..."
"Sure thing, Mace old buddy, old pal." Sqee-Sqee smirked.
Mace bowed to her slightly before walking to the door and leaving through it; he never noticed that Sqee-Sqee had crossed her fingers when he had stated the second part...
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Kitster Banai stood facing the setting suns, a smirk on his tanned face; he had been freed.
After nineteen years of being a slave, he was finally free...
"C'mon, slave man," Kitster's new companion barked at him, "I wanna get the hell off of this dump-of-a-planet; there's way too much sand and I don't like being around so many gangsters. On this planet, if I got caught..." Kitster watched as his young friend slid a gloved finger along his neck.
"You think you're sick of this planet?" Kitster hissed, "I've been on this sand-bag since I was two... For a bounty hunter, you're a real whiner, Boba..."
"Hey," Boba Fett said, pointing a gloved finger at Kit, "You might have saved my ass from having my head chopped off by Jabba the Hutt, but seeing as how I never got to assassin that bastard, I still need to find my first successful assignment, and if you don't watch it, I'll make sure you're the first..."
Kitster laughed with mirth and smirked at Boba, "Yeah, that dung-heap of a Hutt had you all shaken up; boy, that was prime." It was still hilarious that this bounty hunter-boy, new or not, wasn't able to kill a sleeping, unprotected Jabba the Hutt.
To Kitster's surprise, Boba actually smiled.
"C'mon, Kit," Boba sneered, "My ship's not far from here..."
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"How is progress going so far?" a bored yet icy and menacing tone asked.
"Very well, my lord." The clone trooper answered Darth Sidious. "We killed most of them; only a few got away, we believe."
"Very good, very good." Darth Sidious nodded, "And what of my apprentice?"
"He reports that things are going very well on his part as well so far, though he hasn't gathered much information, although he has found out that the Skywalker boy is married, apparently." The trooper said.
"Oh, really?" Darth Sidious said with a sneer, "And to who is he wed?"
"The boy doesn't know yet, my lord," the trooper said with a bow-like nod, "But he claims that he will find out immediately."
"Very well," Sidious stated gruffly, "And what of Kenobi?"
"Dead, my lord," the trooper smirked from behind his helmet, "Lets just say he fell a bit too far from the ledge."
"Ah, very good, very good." Darth Sidious smiled, "You are dismissed."
The trooper bowed one final time before turning and walking away...
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"Ah, the Jedi-Archives." Captain Sqee-Sqee said with a menacing laugh, skipping around the well-polished room.
"Captain Sqee-Sqee," a Huffa named Commander Snuffles began, "What exactly are you going to do?" he looked around the well-cleaned, well-polished, well-kept room with the high ceilings and computers and shelves all around, towering high above them.
"We're going to save some Jedi-History," Captain Sqee-Sqee answered simply, pulling a small disk out of the pocket of her black robes.
"Surely you cannot save all of that information in one little disk?" Lieutenant Whiskers asked, standing next to Captain Sqee-Sqee and Commander Snuffles.
"We'll just have to find out, won't we?" Captain Sqee-Sqee snickered evilly, sitting down in front of the main computer. She inserted the disk into the computer and started typing away madly at the key-board unit. Only about five seconds later, a line-bar showed up on the monitor and it slowly started to fill up until it was a solid blue line.
"Well, that's all of the data!" Captain Sqee-Sqee smiled gleefully, "Now get the men to gather as much items as they can fit into the cargo." She pulled the disk out of the computer and put it into a small device she held in another pocket; another small disk popped out and then a third; Sqee-Sqee placed all three of the disks into covers before slipping them into her robe pocket gently and turning back to the computer.
"Now, to destroy all of the information on the computers so that it won't fall into the wrong hands..." she began to pound violently on the key-board, her fingers flowing across buttons and reading things on the screen that not even the most advanced technician would understand...
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"Shhh, hear that, do you, Kenobi?" Yoda asked of Obi-Wan.
Ever so faintly, Obi-Wan could make out a shriek-of-a-laugh that would almost sound evil if it weren't so gleeful.
"I thought we had kicked her out?" Obi-Wan hissed when he had recognized that dopey laugh; a mental image of bright blue, spiked hair, a sweet disposition, all-black robes and silver, silver eyes popped into his head.
"Indeed," Yoda nodded, "Need her, we might. Much power, she has now; grown, she has, still eccentric, but grown, has she..."
"But why is she here?" Obi-Wan wondered but he honestly didn't want to know...
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"We had worked for so much. I spent so much time, dreaming of nothing but freedom and love, ever since I was young, but where has it gotten me? Where has it gotten the world? Nowhere... I wish we were free,
"I wish things could change and I could wish everything to be better, but it cannot be so, though things could certainly be worse. I will try my hardest to make things better, yes, but we worked so hard for so long...
"I wish I could go back in time with the knowledge I have now and just kill that demon, Palpatine, if only I had known. He will pay; someday he will get what is coming to him, I know that, but it still hurts; I wonder why? I'm only human, there is nothing I could have done, but I still feel as though I could have done something..."
This was quite the speech to hear from Padme, Anakin knew...
"Things could have been much worse; we are doing amazing things, Padme." Anakin said lifting her chin up with his hand very gently, "Never blame yourself, okay? According to what was really supposed to happen, you were supposed to be dead and so were the only survivors of this attack, including six children, who thanks to us are alive; how can you not see that?" Anakin asked of her, kissing her.
They were so caught up in the moment, so stuck on one another, so much in love that they didn't notice that they were being watched.
A beeping sound made the couple jump and they turned to face Artoo and Threepio.
"I agree, Artoo, this certainly is an awkward situation." Threepio said.
"I'll third that one." Anakin grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck with a bit of a grimace; of all times for the two droids to walk in... Both Padme and Anakin didn't think that they'd be getting anymore alone time anytime soon...