"Stay with the ship Artoo," Anakin instructed the astrodroid as it tried to follow him along the platform. The droid beeped obediently and went back to sit beside the ship and wait.

Anakin was eager to get the job done quickly so that he could get back to Padme, wherever she may be.

Using the Force, he opened the heavy metal doors that led to the control room where he could sense the traitors were hiding. As the door closed behind him, the violent eruptions of lava were cut off and everything was silent.

The door to the control room opened with a swoosh and Nute Gunray, the Trade Federation leader, stepped forwards.

"Lord Vader. We have been expecting you," he said in his ghastly nasal voice and Anakin was filled with disgust. This was the...thing, who had tried to kill his beloved Padme...more than once, he had to add.

I'm going to enjoy this, he thought as he raised his hand and closed the heavy doors to the room, cutting off any escape routes and trapping his prey with him.

Drawing his saber and flicking the switch, he reveled in the looks of horror that had appeared on their faces. He let rip, slashing at anything that moved.

"Lord Vader, please!" Cries filled the air as they begged for their lives to be spared, but Anakin was enjoying himself too much. He had forgotten what the feel of death felt like, and he was enjoying this. It wasn't nearly as fun as killing the Jedi because the Seperatists weren't putting up a fight, but he didn't care.

oOo

Obi-Wan was settling into his room later. It was the spare room of Padme's parents house, that hadn't been used for years, according to Ruwee, Padme's father. But Jobal, Padme's mother had done her best to clean it up and make it worthy of the Jedi knight. He wouldn't have minded, however, if he had just been given a cushion and a blanket and told to sleep on the floor. Even that would have been so much more comfy than what he was used to, but this room he had been given, was like a mini palace.

I'll be sad to leave this place.

Then he remembered how he had come to be there.

oOo

Padme had landed the prison ship at a nearby dock on Naboo and after paying the dock officer to dispose of it, she had led Obi-Wan down many quiet streets until they came to a quaint looking house with a huge field rolling away at the back of it. Two young girls had come running down the steps to greet them, and Padme had introduced them as her nieces. Then came Sola, Padme's sister, followed by Ruwee and Jobal, her parents.

After the introductions, they had all sat down to a huge meal that had left Obi-Wan full to the brim. After a few hours of entertainment, he had excused himself and Ruwee had shown him to the room he was to be staying in. And then Obi-Wan was left to do his own thing.

For a whil he had meditated, enjoying the family atmosphere, but hen he had realised how tired he was and decided to call it a night.

oOo

He removed his cloak and drapped it over the back of a chair in the corner. Then he set about removing his belt and outer tunic, noting the various holes where either stitches had come undone or it had been ripped in battle. He noticed the scorch mark from the electro-staff.

Well, that'll never come out. I'll have to get a new tunic when I get back to the temple.

He then took off his inner tunic and drapped it with the rest of his clothes before finally removing his boots and sropping them at the foot of the cahir. They were all scuffed and had definately seen better days too.

A glint in another corner caught his eye and he turned to see a mirror. He went over to stand infront of it, wearing nothing but his trousers. His toned abs, although still very fit for his age, showed clearly the scars of recent battles. Long cuts criss-crossed his chest, and back, and one nasty looking cut penetrated his side. Touching it gingerly, he was reminded of the electro-staff, and he winced as he jerked his hand away. It was still too painful to touch yet.

"Does that hurt?" a voice said behind him, and from the reflection in the mirror, Obi-Wan saw that it was Padme. She was holding a small bottle of something and a bundle of material.

"A little," he admitted.

"I sensed your pain, so I brought you this," Padme added, holding out the small bottle which was filled with clear, slightly warm liquid.

Bacta. Just what I need! Obi-Wan thought gratefully, as he took the bottle. Padme handed him a few cloths which he soaked in the fluid and then gently placed over his most recent wounds.

Padme watched him as he winced when the fluid touched the cuts, but she knew that it was what Obi-Wan needed more than anything at the moment.

"Thankyou," he said. "This was very kind of you."

"What are friends for" she replied with a smile before turning and leaving him. Obi-Wan turned back to the mirror and began to dab and clean up the cuts. Then once he was finished, he placed the bottle and cloths on the side and went into the bathroom for a shave, just to clean up his beard and hair.

When he came back out, his clothes were gone.

Obi-Wan knew he should be alarmed, but he was too cosy and drowzy to even care about anything but bed for the time being. It had been so long since his last decent sleep that he thought he might sleep forever and never wake again.

oOo

Anakin was into the dance of death now, his saber cutting through flesh and metal with ease as droid after seperatist after droid fell victim to him and his twisted mind.

He was enjoying himself too much now, and Padme had temporarily left his mind. He made sure that none escaped from his blade, not even the ones who managed to get the doors open and flee into other parts of the building. He hunted them down, tracking their fear through the Force.

He remembered the last time he had gone on a rampage like this. He had lost his mother and he was angry at the tuskens. Now he was in the same situation again. These people had tried to kill his precious wife, and once again he was angry, but he was also sadistically pleased at the pleasure he was getting of watching their limbs part from their bodies.

"Lord Vader...please!" Nute pleaded as he was backed into a corner. "Lord Sidious promised us peace and..." his pleas fell on deaf ears as Anakin swung his saber. Nute's head fell one way, his body the other and Anakin paused to breathe in the sweet smell of blood and burning flesh.

How he loved the smell of death.