It was late afternoon when Amidala woke up. The fire was burning steadily. Anakin was busy with the bike, which was almost fully assembled. Only a few pieces of covering remained to be screwed on. He was intent on his work, not looking back. She noticed that he seemed a bit aloof somehow. Was he avoiding her?
Amidala now all dressed in her combat suit-thanks to Anakin's thoughtfulness they were washed and dry when she woke up-sat on her pallet looking at Anakin put the finishing touches to his repair job.
Anakin removed palmed size squares, of what looked like metal pieces of the same green color as the bike from the toolbox. With a small cutting tool he cut the pieces into various shapes and sizes, then removing the wrap sheet from under the metal pieces he placed them on top of the various holes on the bike. Within minutes the metal patch seemed to melt and blend into the chassis without even leaving a mark. Anakin repaired all the remaining holes. He made a final check around the bike. Then he nodded to her, "time to leave," he announced.
Anakin was astride the speeder, cautiously igniting the engines; it kicked to life on the first try- purring softly. Amidala pulled away the bushes from the mouth of the cave. The sky was overcast, putting visibility to nil. Anakin handed her his cloak,
She wrapped it around herself. He pulled the hood over her head to keep out the rain. Briefly their eyes met, just briefly, then he turned to look around the area one more time for any sign of danger. Amidala sat behind and clung tightly to him, apprehensive about leaving the safety of the cave.
Anakin drew in a deep breath then flew out into the wild wind down the slope, hugging the ground closely. Raindrops stung his face as he headed for the cover of the trees. He kept the headlights on low intensity to avoid giving away his position to any unexpected patrol droid. Which was quite unlikely in this drizzle, still he preferred to play it safe.
Amidala now all dressed in her combat suit-thanks to Anakin's thoughtfulness they were washed and dry when she woke up-sat on her pallet looking at Anakin put the finishing touches to his repair job.
Anakin removed palmed size squares, of what looked like metal pieces of the same green color as the bike from the toolbox. With a small cutting tool he cut the pieces into various shapes and sizes, then removing the wrap sheet from under the metal pieces he placed them on top of the various holes on the bike. Within minutes the metal patch seemed to melt and blend into the chassis without even leaving a mark. Anakin repaired all the remaining holes. He made a final check around the bike. Then he nodded to her, "time to leave," he announced.
Anakin was astride the speeder, cautiously igniting the engines; it kicked to life on the first try- purring softly. Amidala pulled away the bushes from the mouth of the cave. The sky was overcast, putting visibility to nil. Anakin handed her his cloak,
She wrapped it around herself. He pulled the hood over her head to keep out the rain. Briefly their eyes met, just briefly, then he turned to look around the area one more time for any sign of danger. Amidala sat behind and clung tightly to him, apprehensive about leaving the safety of the cave.
Anakin drew in a deep breath then flew out into the wild wind down the slope, hugging the ground closely. Raindrops stung his face as he headed for the cover of the trees. He kept the headlights on low intensity to avoid giving away his position to any unexpected patrol droid. Which was quite unlikely in this drizzle, still he preferred to play it safe.