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Ch. 2: Rodum

It was cold. The feeling was magnified by the damp, it seemed to be slowly consuming his body. There was an insessent drip of water coming from somewhere, each drop as loud as a cannon as it echoed in emptiness. Moaning and coughing softly bounced off the walls; a strong smell of sweet herbs filtered in the air. A gentle light glowed.

A murmur of rough voices. The rustle of clothing and the tinkling of weapons clinking against each other, slowly fading. The sound of someone retching nearby gave way to a gurgled groan. The touch of rough, delicate fingers. Slowly pocking and prodding.

Despite the slow and deliberate ripping sensation in his head, Anakin willed his eyelids to open. The sight that met his unfocused vision was remotely dreary. Cots upon cots filled with what looked to be a fairly big-sized cavern. Wounded and sick lying pathetically vulnerable, wheezing and griping in pain. Anakin scowled and tried to focus.

"Careful, young sir. You will not get rid of you headache that way." A soft voice whispered.

Anakin slowly shifted his head to see a young lady standing over him. A healer by the looks of her. Her red hair had streaks of brown and went to her shoulder blades in dull waves. Her face was narrow, her lips unremarkable pink lines. And her eyes were a dull, cloudy gray. A faded rough dress fit awkwardly on a not too fat, but definitely not skinny body. Her smile did not reach her eyes, and the same rough, delicate hands held Anakin's face.

"You don't really appear wounded, so you should be out of here in no time." The lady smiled sadly at this and shook her head.

The healer got up to leave, but Anakin quickly grabbed her arm. "Wait," his voice a harsh whisper, he coughed and tried again. "Wait. I need some answers."

The young lady nodded her head and sat next to Anakin's cot. She folded her arms across her lap and gave her patient a blank stare, waiting passively. Anakin shifted to the healers direction and bit his bottom lip. He didn't want to sound insane, but he most definitely needed answers. Anakin could think of no other way, so he just started.

"What planet is this?"

Surprise flashed onto the woman's face and she looked at him with concern. But finally, she answered, "This planet that you're on is Rodum, my young sir."

"Oh." Anakin wanted to roll his eyes, that was definitely useless information, he didn't know anything about this Rodum.

"You're not from Rodum, are you, young sir?" The healer felt his head as she inquired.

"No. I-um . . . my ship crash landed here. Ummm . . . I must have walked right into the fighting."

The woman clucked her tongue, "Not the smartest thing to do."

"Uh, yah. So . . . Is the fighting here part of the Galactic Civil War?"

This time the healer looked really concerned, "What Galactic Civil War?"

"Oh, uhh . . . hehe . . . what kind of war is it then?"

"It is a civil war, but it's between the other inhabitants who also live on Rodum. Are you sure you're okay?"

Anakin nodded, digesting the information. He noticed the healer was still there. "You can leave now."

The woman huffed and left to the other side of the cavern. Anakin watched her go, contemplating his situation. The force obviously brought him here for some bizarre reason. It was just really annoying, he had been looking forward to seeing Padme, but nooo. Why couldn't the force send Yoda, or better yet, Obi-wan? Couldn't it just prompt the council to send him here? Anakin's head throbbed, he groaned and pressed a hand to his temple.

A shaking hand tugged on his sleeve, Anakin turned his head slowly to see a ragged old man who was bandaged heavily. "Young sir, you wouldn't happen to have any Correlian ale do'ya?" The oldster's eyes were lit up in hope, his voice raspy.

Anakin looked at the man with fascinated revultion, "No."

Why the crap would he have Correlian ale?

The oldster's eyes dimmed and he bowed hi head, retracting his liver-spotted hand. Anakin let out a breath and shook his head. Seriously, did it look like he carried . . . anything?

A clattering sound drew Anakin's attention. Armed men: tattered, dirty, and bleeding, shuffled in carrying a wounded man. They set him down. Healers flocked over to that spot. Anakin noticed the blaster that one man carried, it was impossibly old. That model of blaster was replaced years before even Anakin was born. Surely they had better?

The healer that had taken care of him passed by, he called out to her. She turned and stood over him expectantly. Anakin pointed to the man's blaster. "Why are you guys carrying such old model blasters? The newer models will help you more, I should think."

The healer made no effort to hide her confusion. She turned to look at the blaster, then back at Anakin, "That's the newest model in the whole galaxy. Specially imported from Unnure. There is no newer model."

Now Anakin was confused. He thought for a moment, but everything clicked into place quickly. It couldn't possibly happen, but he had to make sure.

"What year is it?"

"Why, it's 973 Republic calendar. Young sir, I should really check your head again. It sounds like you have amnesia."

The healer put her hand on his forehead, pressing it in places. Anakin stared off into space. It wasn't possible. It couldn't be. He couldn't be thirty-six years into the past. It was against the natural laws of the universe. Nothing is impossible where the force is concerned. Anakin snorted.

"Lela! Lela, we need you right now."

His healer looked up, as it would seem someone was calling her. She ignored them and continued to focus her attention on Anakin.

"Lela Kenobi! Right now!"

Anakin turned his surprised gaze to his healer. She smiled and patted his arm, "I'll be back as soon as possible. Hold tight." she then got up and weaved through the cots to the injured soldier.

Her name echoed in Anakin's mind.

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