Ch. 7 Obstacles
Obi-Wan stood form in the path of the Sith Lords. He accepted that he was probably going to die here and now, his only concern was for Anakin. Sidious was raising his hands again, that cruel smile of pleasure still playing about his lips. Obi-Wan had never felt such power before; he imagined this must be what it was like to fight Master Yoda. He blocked the Lightning again, fearing that eventually the strength of it would knock the lightsaber out of his hand. Sidious leered at him.
"You are very foolish, Master Kenobi. You should know you cannot defeat us with your feeble Jedi powers against the dark side of the Force, surrounding us, strengthening us."
"I don't plan to, Sidious." Obi-Wan answered curtly.
"With your death, the Chosen One will finally be in my grasp." Sidious continued.
"Anakin will never turn!"
"You cannot answer for him this time."
Sidious gathered the Dark side and Force-pushed Obi-Wan. It was too strong for Obi-Wan to counter, and he was thrown across and out of the hangar bay.
He reacted in time to reach out and grip the side of the building, but now he was dangling over a 500 feet drop. The wind whipped at his clothes and hair, he deactivated his lightsaber with his free hand and clipped it to his belt. He clung to the side with both hands. He could feel the vibrations of Sidious and Dooku's footsteps coming to finish him off. He sighed and gritted his teeth.
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The probe droids were relentless. Anakin ran through them, no longer interested in fighting his way out. He was faster than they were and he soon left them behind. Covered in minor cuts, where he had been less than vigilant at times, he soon left them behind.
He ran panting loudly along the tunnel. He finally saw a light ahead of him. Or, above him, from the other tunnel. Anakin reached the hole in the ceiling and jumped up. This tunnel was devoid of droids, but he could here them humming under his feet. They were catching up. He looked up and saw another trapdoor over his head. He eagerly jumped up through that one too and emerged in a silent courtyard. He pulled a nearby bench over the hole to keep the probe droids back.
There was a rack full of speeder bikes across the yard. He ran and pulled one out, smiling grimly. Looking up at the tall building in front of him, he could just make out the opening of a hangar high above. He thought about the time when he and Obi-Wan had ad to scale a cliff face on swoops, they had used the Force to support the swoops on the way up. Swinging his leg over the bike, he hoped he could do it alone. He relaxed slightly, feeling the sturdiness of the bike, its seat, twin handles and its speed capability. Revving it up, he turned and faced the wall. Clearing his mind, he gave himself over to the Force, while still remaining Anakin Skywalker. He accelerated, concentrating on the wall.
It came closer and closer until- he sensed something. There was a loud blast and the probe droids broke free of their temporary prison. Anakin's lightsaber came once more to his hand and he jerked the speeder around. He sliced recklessly through the droids, impatient to clear them. More and more seemed to be coming out of the hole, and Anakin wrenched his thought away from fighting and glanced around the courtyard, looking for something to destroy or distracted them. An idea soon hit him, as he laid eyes on the rest of the speeders. He swerved around, the probes, following and flew towards them.
He pulled off a complete U-turn at the rack and deflected the nearest bolt at the speeders. He ploughed through the droids who were tracking his exact path. He accelerated again as a hot blast of air and the sound of exploding engines reached his ears.
Suddenly, he was riding the bike vertically. He was on his way up! The wind flung his braid back and tore at his clothes, but he had long since abandoned his cloak on Geonosis. His eyes narrowed to slits against the wind, but in them burn a fire of determination. He urged the bike on, trying to sense a presence through the dark fog around him.
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Shaak broke away and held her lightsaber out at her side. Grievous whipped out three other lightsabers and she stood astonished as he split his metal arms in half, taking a lightsaber in each three-fingered hand. Holding them at four different angles, he awaited her next move. Shaak stared at his eyes again. She had forgotten how beautiful Kaleesh eyes were. She preferred them to her own black ones. The cyborg's eyes were not different to her old friend's, eyes that she had always admired the colour and fine bright streaks running through them and told him so often.
What was she thinking? This thing was trying to kill her, and she was admiring his eyes? She shook her head slightly to clear her thoughts.
Grievous was frowning at the Jedi, though she did not know it. He wasn't frowning from anger, his anger was gradually receding for some reason. In his mind, something tugged at him, trying to get his attention. He couldn't remember, he thought he fought this particular Jedi before. No, he hadn't fought her. But why did he feel he recognised her? His memory losses affected him some days, when he just got so frustrated about the mystery of his past. He remembered all of his military training and his numerous battles with the Huk system. He remembered being ranked as a general when he was properly alive. The youngest general in over a dozen generations. But he could remember nothing of his childhood, or family life. Yet something about this Jedi brought back thoughts of childhood innocence. He growled impatiently and swung wildly at her.
Shaak gasped and jumped back, catching his blade, then whirled around to block his next slash. He was attacking relentlessly, but she could tell his mind was elsewhere. Shaak tried to toss her own thoughts aside and engage him yet again. I hope Anakin is alright…
The Shaak/GG stuff will be ending soon, but no one's flamed it! Hugs all reviewers and everyone who enjoys this story, even though she doesn't know most of them Hope you're all enjoying this as much as I enjoy writing it.
