Disclaimer: I do not own Anakin, Obi Wan, or any of the characters featured in the either the movies or the films. However, I do own Count Desren.

Chapter One: Entrance

Rain poured down from the skies above, coating everything in wet. Soaked through, a young Jedi crouched low, though he did not really need to worry about his obscurity, the rain was cover enough.

Anakin held the hilt of his lightsabre in his right hand, clenching it too tightly because his hand was frozen from the bitter weather. It was currently off, as he was doing his best to stay out of sight.

His Master, Obi Wan, had still not returned. Obi Wan was supposed to have switched off the electricity flow to the main gates of the fortress, so that the troops could get inside.

Being unreliable, I see, Master, Anakin thought to himself, a sneering smirk slowly spreading across his young face. Young though he still was, he already sported numerous battle scars. A thin slash trailed from the corner of his left eye down to the lobe of his ear, courtesy of a battle of Jaron 10. His non-robotic arm had odd, circular shaped scars from the blaster-guns of the Ovajon 26 Mining Revolt. Still, in Anakin's view, scars were reminders of his mistakes. And he learned from mistakes so as never to make them again.

A whirring sound came from his right; his head snapped round, eyes searching the grounds for the source. It was difficult to see, the rain distorting his surroundings most irritatingly.

Anakin closed his eyes, concentrating, feeling the Force all about him.

There.

He fired out an arm, unleashing a full blast of the Force at the stray guard. The man was thrown against the wall, and he slumped to the muddy ground, unconscious. Anakin turned away and focused his eyes upon the front gate, once more.

Come on, Obi Wan. He thought, feeling his impatience begin to build itself up. He didn't want to have to take matters into his own hands, he knew it would get him into trouble with both his Master and the Jedi Council when it came to his next review…but still…did Obi Wan have to take such time with his work?

Unable to stand still any longer, Anakin moved stealthily through the wild, unkempt grounds of the Outer Wall. Ordinarily, Anakin would have tried his luck at manipulating the Force to boost himself with a jump, hopefully enabling him to make it over the incredibly tall walls of the fortress. However, Anakin knew better, his senses told him just as much as Obi Wan had perhaps an hour before. The Outer Walls were electrified.

Skirting the edge of the wall, Anakin crouched even lower as he crept up to the front gate. It was not really a gate, more a force shield of high voltage electricity blocking the entrance to outsiders and intruders. Obi Wan was supposed to be cutting the circuits so they could enter this way.

Anakin was glad his Master had agreed to go in using a form of brutal offence. Normally, Obi Wan would have had them creeping around the side, crawling through air vents or ducking around corridors to reach their prey, but Obi Wan had taken the sound advice of his peers and decided that they would send a whole set of troops through the front gate, and then slip past the majority of the fortress's defence unnoticed.

Unconsciously, Anakin's robotic arm twitched. Built in to the circuitry were many useful devices that Anakin used to his advantage constantly. He had once referred to it as "a mini computer" instead of a fake limb.

Just you wait, Count. Anakin thought, blinking the rain from his eyes. He glared menacingly at the cold stonewalls with their electrified poles sticking out and protecting the length of the barricade. He wanted inside, and he could hardly suppress the urge to just jam his lightsabre into the controls, fry the circuitry and leap inside, solo, and diminish the worthless resistance inside.

Master Obi Wan wouldn't like that. He thought to himself, that same old smile creeping back onto his face.

He wondered whether Count Desren, known Sith of the Dark Side, had sensed the presence of his foes, sneaking about outside his lovely, safe little fortification? Anakin pictured the look of horror on the Count's face when he, a young Jedi Knight, burst into view, ready to fight to the death. Oh, the pleasure of anticipation…almost too much for the young man to take as he savoured and relished the thoughts, which were borderline desires…

A loud, rhythmic clicking started up, alerting Anakin and breaking his reverie. There was a sizzling sound, then a short whirring, and then sparks emitted from the breakers set into the front gate.

At last. Anakin thought, relief and trepidation surging through him with adrenaline as the humming of his lightsabre filled the air.

Anakin quelled those unwelcome emotions as he brought his robotic arm up in front of him. Using thought only, he caused a hologram signal to start up, and he spoke clearly into the receiver embedded amongst the other pieces of technology.

'Captain, move now.' He ordered.

'Yessir.' Answered the voice of Captain Cody. Anakin switched off the connection, hearing an all too familiar cry sound as he did. An enemy. It made Anakin smile to watch the oncoming quarry charge towards him.

Fools.

End of Chapter One

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