Sorry that this chapter is later than I usually put these up but I haven't been the best recently and internet access was being evil, again. But I know these are lame excuses. Next week it's back to school and back to routine so I should get better. Oh, and I know it's short. I was strapped for brain power.
Now for the review responses:
ButterCowLuvr: Aithne is Keitha's friend. She was also the other apprentice in chapter 1's little intro to Keitha. She is also the person who is called on the ship by Keitha. When Keitha's master carked it, Aithne's master kinda took Keitha in and looked after her. Their good friends and she will become reasonably interesting when the whole grand scheme of things emerges. At the moment she's not much, as in adds very little to the story.
obiisgod: Love prevails over everything? Lady, I know you've seen the 3rd movie, so how do you expect this to end? Computer's are dodgy, the creature feature's music collection which I stole so I had something to keep me up is dodgy, my cooking is dodgy and I REALLY HATE THIS SONG! DIE! Sorry about that. I'm writing this after my bed time and I had to get out of this to change the blasted song. And yes, Aithne knowing changes quite a lot of things in the grand scheme of things. By the way, I did this instead of that dodgy maths homework I'm meant to do. At least it's not due first thing back. Kecil is quite cuddly and doesn't try to kill Keitha. Jealous? Must be that Force thing of hers. Now I'm babbling. Glad you enjoyed.
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"Sorry to disappoint you, Dooku," Mace coolly replied. "This party's over." With that, the Jedi Master gave a quick salute with his glowing lightsaber, the prearranged signal, and then brought the blade back in close to Jango Fett.
All about the stadium came a sudden and synchronized flash of lights as a hundred Jedi Knights ignited their lightsabers.
The crowd went perfectly silent.
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Keitha looked out from the position in the shadows in which she had hidden herself. She had watched the drama unfolding below her, which had reached a standstill with Obi-Wan, his apprentice Anakin Skywalker and Senator Amidala sitting on one of the creatures which had been sent out to assassinate them, surrounded by droidekas. The Geonosians near her cried out in happiness, smelling the imamate death of the Jedi below them. 'Not if I have anything to do with it.' Her eyes wondered towards the VIP box which contained Count Dooku and by now, Master Mace Windu. A purple lightsaber flashed a salute, the signal which had been decided upon to be their entrance. Keitha steeled herself, turned on the bright purple blade which sprung to life from the silver shaft in her grasp and stepped out into the light. The Geonosians near her panicked and flew away from her. She felt a familiar buzz run through her as a few near Aithne decided to try to be heroes. "This could be easier than we first thought," Keitha murmured to herself.
Just then an army of droids came out, shooting at every Jedi in their paths. A message radiated through the mental bond she had with Aithne. "Jinx!" It was on for young and old now. Everyone flipping onto the ground floor to help protect each other and themselves, slicing through droids as the came close, deflecting the bolts as they headed towards their torsoes. Keitha sliced through droid after droid until she noticed that herself and her comrades in arms were being manoeuvred into a group. Jedi all around her were falling, their departures causing hollows in her mind. Just as they had formed their defensive circle, anguish flooded her mind, but it was quickly stifled. Then, all of a sudden, when it seemed that the Jedi were not going to leave this situation alive, the droids stopped, folding up and holstering their blasters. A powerful voice floated down into the arena, almost taunting them. "Master Windu!"
Master Windu looked up and Keitha managed to spare a glance towards Aithne then Obi-Wan, confirming that they were still alive.
"You have fought gallantly. Worthy of recognition in the Archives of the Jedi. Now it is finished. Surrender and your lives will be spared."
Mace Windu replied strongly and surely. "We will not become hostages for you to use as barter, Dooku."
The voice that came down from above this time sounded almost sad. Almost. "Then I'm sorry, old friend. You will have to be destroyed."
Keitha looked down at her fallen brothers and sisters in arms, the only family she had ever known had spilled their blood. A resilience came across her, washing away any fear that she may have harvested. A voice which sounded like Aithne reverted through their skull, a memory of another time, another fight. 'They do not win. They will not win. Even if we loose, they do not get their prize.' Another voice floated through, Obi-Wan giving her support. 'There is no fear, there is only the Force. Keep strong.' Mental strength cursed through her muscles, and for the first time since this fight began she felt free.
A voice broke into her thoughts, an exhausted Amidala looking at the sky. "Look!" Keitha looked up to see gunships and troops! coming towards them. Blaster fire from the ships razed the droids around them and Master Windu commanded them to move towards the ships. Keitha bolted towards one and Aithne jumped up behind her. They grabbed on and held on for dear life.
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"We will be coming up on the front soon."
Aithne barely heard Keitha's voice as the wind whipped through her hair, cooling the warm blood against her face. Her hair which was normally neatly pulled back was starting to come loose, wisps slapping her face. Her dark eyes were glazed with agony and somehow her cheek had a slight slash across it, which stung to high heaven. Keitha turned to her friend, concern flooding her face.
"I said we're coming up to the front. You had better get ready to fight."
"Master Itzak died."
Her voice was harsh as though she had screamed endlessly for hours. Pain flooded through her as though saying it made it more true, made it real. As though before it was just a really bad dream. Images of the man who had raised her against all odds, someone who was closer to her than any parent could even begin to dream of with their offspring. He had broken all kinds of rules just for her, and now because of one thing that stupid Obi-Wan Kenobi did, just because of a situation he could not control came up he was dead. And Keitha, yes she had better feel shame for what's happened. Her little boy toy had killed her master, someone who had even taken Keitha herself under his wing as well…
Stop.
Stop what?
Stop thinking like that. You'll turn, just like the rest of your race's Jedi.
Well if it's fate…
Master Itzak would be ashamed of you right now.
Keitha looked over quizzically. This woman was breaking the rules but she had no idea how many had already been broken by her friend.
"I'm ready. Let's show them what were made of, right?"
Keitha smiled, completely blissfully unaware of her friends mind right now.
"Yeah, let's kick arse."
It hadn't been any Jedi in the Republic who had spoken to Aithne just then.
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Aithne's weird new friend will not probably be explained in this story as I am planning a sequel. The sequel is going to be classic, but this will always have come first so…
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