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The cockpit of the Angel Queen was dark save only the dim illumination from the control panels. Obi-Wan pensively sat in the pilot's chair while he waited for Artoo to complete his scheduled long range sensor scan. For the past several hours he no longer had been able to sense Siri's presence in the Force. At first he was alarmed and feared the worst. But, had she died, it would have felt different. No, his long time friend was alive, but beyond that he could only speculate about her condition.
In either case, time was running out.
Anakin had spent most of the journey trying to coax more power out of his ship's engines, but to no avail. He had finally given up and gone below to sleep. Sabé had said little to Obi-Wan, choosing to spend her time helping Anakin with the engines. Ordinarily, Obi-Wan would have been disturbed by her dismissal, but his worry about Siri kept him preoccupied. He had been so lost in his deliberations that Artoo had to shimmy to get his attention.
"Sorry little one. You have something?"
Artoo chimed in conformation. Sensors are detecting a single ship in orbit around Anoth. There are no other ships in the sector.
"Have they scanned us?"
Negative. Our cloaking shields are active and will prevent our detection.
"Very good, Artoo," Obi-Wan said with a hint of relief. "What is our projected time of arrival?"
Six point two hours present speed. Would you like me to take over so you can rest?
He smiled. "Thank you, Artoo. I will go meditate in the cargo bay." As he rose from his chair, he turned to see Sabé standing behind one of the passenger chairs, watching him. Obi-Wan tilted his head toward her in acknowledgement. "Milady, what are you doing up?"
For a brief moment, Sabé fidgeted. "I couldn't sleep and…I wanted to see how you were holding up."
"As well as can be expected," he answered, walking past her to sit on a flat piece of the deck. "I still cannot sense her."
Sabé sighed as she moved over to join him. "What does that mean?"
"I don't think she's dead, if that's what you are asking." Obi-Wan stated, closing his eyes in effort to focus.
"That's not what I meant, Obi-Wan." She shook her head in agitation. "Remember, I am not a Jedi and don't understand most of your ways."
Opening his eyes, he flashed an apologetic glance. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap."
"I understand," Sabé answered while placing a hand of comfort on his shoulder. "I'm just worried about you…about the both of you," she corrected.
Obi-Wan sheepishly smiled as he reached for her hand. "Thank you for your kindness in this matter. I know..."
"There's no need to thank me, Obi-Wan," Sabé answered with a soft smile. "Despite everything, I am always here for you."
"A fact that I appreciate," he answered with a glint in his eye.
They both stared quietly at one another, both searching for something to say. Meanwhile, Sabé attempted to suppress a smile when she realized that he was drawing closer. At that moment she wanted nothing more than for him to take her into his arms and pledge himself to only her. She no longer cared abut the consequences because her heart and soul craved his warmth—but most importantly, she needed his love. For over three years she had denied herself the one person who could truly make her happy. And for what? True there would be obstacles, but every couple faces them and they would do it together.
She was about to press her lips against Obi-Wan's when Artoo's wild whistling caused them to shy away from one another. Sabé had no sooner turned to look at him when Anakin dashed up from the crew quarters to investigate.
"What's wrong, Artoo?"
I've intercepted a message bound for Anoth.
The three exchanged curious glances. Obi-Wan asked, "Can you trace its origin?"
No. It was pre-recorded and sent at a jump point prior to the ship returning to hyperspace.
Anakin ordered, "Put it on the speakers."
The droid whistled merrily in compliance.
'Krayn…I have reached the Corellian spine jump point. I shall arrive in twelve hours. Have Tachi ready upon my arrival…"
"What was that all about?" Sabé asked, observing the growing unease on Obi-Wan's face.
"I'm not sure" Obi-Wan muttered. He stood silent, pensively rubbing his beard. "But I know that voice from somewhere…"
Sensing what his Master was about to request, Anakin made his way to the rear of the ship. "I'll see if I can get some more speed out of the engines."
"I'll go help you," Sabé added as she noticed that Obi-Wan needed to be alone once more. She sighed deeply as she mused that they could never seem to catch a break.
It was mid morning on Theed and much to the Queen's delight that day's Royal Court session had been postponed until later in the afternoon. Padmé decided to take the opportunity to get out of the Palace for a few hours without her entourage. Disguised in her handmaiden outfit, she packed her knapsack with her sketchbook and charcoal and set out into the city.
She enjoyed taking these constitutionals so she could feel somewhat normal again. Usually, Anakin or Sabé would join her in order to keep General Panaka at ease, but occasionally Padmé went alone so she could think. Her duties during the past several months had prevented her from engaging in her favorite pastime. Painting was her release, which had helped her through many difficult times throughout her tenure as a public servant.
Upon finding a small park that surrounded a beautiful marble fountain, Padmé sat down to sketch her surroundings. She loved letting her imagination take her to new places as she drew. No longer the Queen, she was once again a girl and carefree. At times such as these, she almost wished that she didn't have to run for a second term. She could then return home and live a normal life. Perhaps she could become a teacher or help her father and Shmi with their refugee work?
Although the possibilities were endless, Padmé knew in her heart that she could not turn away from her people. Not when so much had changed and they were only at the beginning. The Naboo needed her and she would not abandon them. She had been so lost in thought she nearly jumped onto her feet when she heard her name being called.
"Beautiful day isn't it, Padmé?' Cordé asked in a teasing voice.
Attempting to steady herself, she scowled while resuming her drawing. "Let me guess…Panaka sent you to find me."
Cordé shook her head and sat on the ground. "No, I just needed to get out for some fresh air." She paused to give her cousin a mischievous grin. "That and I wanted to see where you were going."
"I swear…you're worse than Sabé."
She chuckled as she lay back on the grass. "You sure do know how to pick the spots."
Padmé smiled. "It isn't often I get to do this so I find somewhere that I can blend in."
"Your sketches have gotten much better," Cordé observed as she briefly peaked over at Padmé's book.
She sighed. "I don't get to work on it nearly as much as I'd like."
Cordé rolled onto her side. "How have you been?"
"Alright," Padmé answered nonchalantly.
"No, Mé. How have you really been?"
She released a labored breath while placing her drawing down. "It's been difficult. I think I have finally gotten through what happened during the occupation. If it wasn't for Anakin and Sabé…I don't think I would have made it."
"You two have become quite close," Cordé stated with an impish grin.
Padmé rolled her eyes. "It's nothing like that…It's just…" She turned to look at her cousin with a serious expression. "He understands me and what I am going through. It feels like I've known him all my life."
"According to Saché and Eirtaé, he is quite taken with you."
Padmé scoffed and shook her head. "It is a boyish crush. He'll grow out of it."
"I seriously doubt that," Cordé whispered to herself. After Padmé had resumed her drawing, Cordé asked, "Is it true that he almost became a Jedi?"
"The Jedi Master who was killed during the liberation wanted to take him as his Padawan learner."
"So he can use the Force?"
"Oh Dé, you should see some of things he can do. It is unbelievable."
"I look forward to meeting him," she said with a smile. "Speaking of which, when will he and Sabé be returning?"
"I wish I knew," Padmé responded worriedly. "But due to the nature of their…assignment, there is no way to contact them until their return."
Before Cordé could reply, Padmé's comlink rang out. "Yes?"
"Sorry to disturb you, Your Majesty, but we are receiving a priority one communiqué," Rabé anxiously informed her.
"It's quite alright; we'll head back immediately."
Padmé and Cordé exchanged nervous glances. "Do you think they are in trouble?"
"We shall know soon enough."
The dark surface of Anoth was intermittently brightened by the strands of lightening that twisted throughout the blackened sky. Canyons that seemed to stretch into infinity filled the landscape as Aurra Sing and a small contingent of Krayn's men escorted a woozy Siri into a nearby cave. The darkness gave way to artificial light as the rock transitioned into the durasteel of an underground structure. Through her swollen eyelids, she looked over at Aurra in surprise.
"You really didn't think you learned anything useful about our operation," Aurra snapped.
"The Jedi know more than you realize, fool."
Aurra cackled as she shoved Siri against the wall. "The Jedi have greater concerns than what we are doing."
"What are you talking about?" Siri wearily asked as she struggled to her feet.
"You'll find out soon enough."
Being pushed again, Siri nearly fell over since her hands and ankles were still bound to Force binders. From the amount of pain she felt, she knew that she probably has broken nose and ribs since her breathing has become more labored. Yet she didn't fear for herself.
"Where are Dahlia and the others?"
Aurra sneered. "I wouldn't concern yourself about them."
"Where are they?" Siri demanded weakly.
"By now, who knows?" Aurra answered with a mocking shrug. "At this point they could be mining spice clear across the galaxy."
"You're a monster, Sing. I will make you pay for this!"
"Temper, temper, my little Jedi," she teased. "Don't forget what Master Yoda always said about anger leading to the Darkside."
"You will get what you deserve," Siri spat. "You can depend upon it."
Aurra chuckled in amusement before slapping Siri across the face. "Brave words. I wonder if your bravado will remain the same once you are delivered over to the Sith."
"A Sith? Here?"
A murderous grinned filled the bounty hunter's face. "Why yes, Siri. But don't fret," she added with a feigned look of concern. "I'm sure your death will be painless."
Siri stood dumbfounded as she continued to stare. How could she have not sensed the taint of the Darkside between Aurra's and Krayn's actions? Was she that blind? Siri felt herself being pushed forward into a small cell.
"Your fate has already been sealed, Jedi," Aurra barked. "Now, don't be foolish and do something trite like attempting to escape. I would have to smash up that pretty little face some more." Siri nodded in resignation. As she was sliding to the floor, she summoned the Force to push Sing backwards. However, she had anticipated the attack by swiveling herself around and smashing the butt of her rifle against Siri's skull. The Jedi fell lifelessly to the floor of the cell as Aurra activated the force field. "Even the Force itself can't save you now, Tachi."
As the bounty hunter departed, Siri closed her eyes as the darkness overcame her.
Obi-Wan, you're my only hope now.
"But that's reprehensible!" Pané Dal declared as she shot a piercing glance back at Janthar Moll. "Furthermore, it's treason!"
Renaltus Diehlo, the former King Veruna chimed in. "The Queen is the treacherous one." His devious smile widened as he glanced at the others. "We are only preserving our way of life before this new military destroys our world.
Pané sighed and turned to look out the window. The former professor from the University of Theed, who quit her position in protest over the new law, was having doubts. At first when her close friend Janthar had told her about his group, she had believed that its purpose was to organize a lawful resistance against Amidala's new acts. But as they've found the others, Pané's suspicions had grown about Moll's and Renaltus' true intentions until they finally revealed them.
On her right stood the short, stocky Dal Jeel who continuously darted his eyes about the room. He was a recluse who boasted to those in his township that the Royal Court had illegally seized his family estate. He claimed they had done so in order to build summer palaces on the beaches of the eastern continent. In truth, Dal was an alcoholic who had lost his lands due to delinquent payments. He believed anything and was susceptible to suggestion.
Next to him sat Tam Elsen, a former miner who was slowly dying of an incurable lung disease. This older man wanted nothing more than to blame somebody for his affliction and the Queen seemed the easiest target. Standing with Janthar was Dorva Tulmi, an attractive former aide to an influential representative in Parliament who was passionately against a Naboovian military. She had been terminated from the Parliamentarian's service when it was discovered that she had secretly informed Veruna of key votes during his term. She was supremely loyal to the former King and showed no hesitation in carrying out any of his orders.
"While I admit I don't like many of her decisions, "Pané admitted. "I don't think that her mistakes warrant death."
Dorva scoffed. "She is about to lead Naboo to a fate worse than if the Trade Federation had been allowed to stay."
"How can you say that?" Pané retorted.
"It's true," Janthar interrupted. "Our world was nearly destroyed during the occupation. And now that we've decided to build weapons, it will only encourage others like the Trade Federation to attack with deadlier force next time."
Pané shrugged as she walked away. "She's only a child…"
"A dangerous child!" Tam spouted.
"One who could cost us all our lives," Janthar continued with an ominous smile. "You said yourself that she never considered your petition."
"There must be another way," Pané said as she looked over at Renaltus.
"Parliament wanted this to happen," Dorva interjected. "I'd be willing to wager that soon they will try to make her Queen for life."
"I will not allow that to happen!" Pané declared in spite of herself. "Our democracy will not be replaced with a tyrant," she added in a softer tone.
"But that's what is likely to happen," Renaltus chimed in. "Especially now since she will have an army to back her rule."
"We must strike before then!" Dal cried out. "We must show that the people are in power."
Janthar and Renaltus shared a look of triumph as both men observed that the last airs of objection had finally dissipated. "Then it is decided," Janthar started. "Amidala must be forcibly removed."
The others nodded in compliance before Pané asked, "How many credits will it take to hire someone to do it?"
The room's occupants quickly turn their heads in Veruna's direction when he cleared his throat. "No, we will not involve any outside parties."
"What do you mean?" Pané anxiously questioned.
Both he and Janthar exchanged a brief glance. "This is a Naboo problem and it should be solved by the Naboo."
"You mean that we should do it ourselves?" Janthar nodded in response, causing Pané to exclaim, "But we have no training in such matters. How could we hope to be successful?"
Janthar grinned. "The King and I have certain…friends that have provided us with the weaponry that even a child could use for such a task. Plus, my assistant Landis received some combat training prior to being assigned to my service. He will help us to prepare."
"But if the people learn that we killed the Queen, how could we ever hope to gain their support?" Dorva queried.
Renaltus rose to his feet. "Once Amidala is gone, I will use my influence amongst my friends in Parliament to have them reinstate me as King. After that, you will have nothing to fear."
"How can you be certain that your supporters in Parliament will go along with you?" Pané demanded.
Veruna smirked. "Because I have the backing of the Supreme Chancellor and they will not dare oppose his wishes."
Anakin grasped tightly onto his controls as the ship lurched wildly about the lightening filled skies over Anoth. Both Obi-Wan and Sabé who were both strapped tightly into their seats watched the boy work frantically to keep them from plummeting into the ground.
"What went wrong?" Obi-Wan shouted.
"It's the massive electrostatic build up in the atmosphere, plus the deep gravity well generated by the planet, "Anakin cried out while shifting the control sticks rapidly about. "It should clear up in a moment."
"The sooner the better!" Sabé declared with her eyes closed.
"I'm trying!" Anakin yelled as another wave of turbulence rocked the ship. Through the Force he sensed a pocket of stable air beneath them. "Hold on!"
Both Sabé and Obi-Wan clenched their hands around their armrests as the ship spiral downward. Anakin nearly laughed aloud when he thought he heard Obi-Wan mutter something about hating to fly. A few moments later, the ship stabilized and they were flying evenly.
"Good work, Ani!" Sabé praised but was unable to release her armrests.
Obi-Wan nodded towards him and quickly activated his tracking device. "Siri's transponder signal is coming from approximately one hundred kilometers due west from our current position."
"Then let's get moving," Anakin declared as he changed the ship's heading.
A few moments later, Obi-Wan furrowed his face, causing Sabé to ask, "What's wrong?"
"I can't localize the signal. Seems like something is interfering."
"This area is filled with a vast underground network of caverns," Anakin observed while he monitored the ship's sensor readings.
"That could complicate things."
"Artoo, see if you can get a better lock on Siri's position."
The droid beeped and quickly computed a new course. Anakin read quickly through his response before he said, "He can get us to with a few hundred meters but that's the best he can do."
Obi-Wan nodded and quickly darted his eyes through the sensor logs. Pointing to the map, he ordered, "That looks like a good spot to land. We'll start out from there"
Upon reaching the Palace, Padmé and Cordé were greeted by Rabé who was waiting anxiously near the main entrance. The Queen flashed a smile at her handmaiden as they approached.
"I was afraid that I would have to ask Panaka to send out a search party."
The two cousins grin mischievously. "I didn't want to attract any attention," Padmé stated.
"So we had to walk the entire four kilometers," Cordé answered tiredly.
Rabé grinned and nodded while Padmé asked, "Is the message from Anakin or Sabé?"
She shook her head. "No, it is from an Outer Rim dealer."
Padmé scrunched her face. "Do you know who?"
"No, the message was encrypted through your personal com relay. Only you can open it."
"Let's hurry to my quarters so you can help me change." Padmé ordered.
"That won't be necessary, Your Majesty." Rabé said. "The message is a recording."
"That's odd," Cordé remarked cocking her head to one side.
"Very well," Padmé responded. As they were about to enter the Palace, she turned to Rabé. "Contact General Tro, as well as the other handmaidens and ask them to join us in my private office immediately."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The two handmaidens followed quickly behind the Queen as she made her way into the private residence of the Palace. As they rose up the winding staircase, Ilianya and the other handmaidens were already waiting at her door. The General gave Amidala a curt nod of acknowledgement before following her inside. Once she sat down, the Queen immediately activated her holoviewer.
The blue image of the heavy set Michaelis appeared in mid air and bowed respectfully before it spoke:
"Greetings Queen Amidala of the Naboo,
My name is Michaelis. I am the chief steward to the Grand Overlord Valkin Ord of the Xinthos colony. My Master is a well respected proprietor of weapons and armaments and he is intrigued by your kelvacyte offer. He has authorized me to inform you that we are willing to supply your people with our enhanced prototype droid factory schematics in exchange for the precious element. However, in the tradition of our people we ask that if you do choose to accept our offer that you are invited to be a guest on our world so we can conclude the transaction in person. We shall be awaiting your signal."
Amidala reclined in her chair as she considered the message. Shifting her eyes to Ilianya, she asked, "What do you know of Valkin Ord?"
"Honestly, this is an overly generous deal he's proposing," Ilianya answered with her arms folded. "This is quite unlike his reputation."
"Which is?"
Ilianya grinned. "That he's a shrewd business man that tends to broker the best deal in his interests."
"Perhaps our kelvacyte is something he needs for whatever reason," Padmé reflected.
"That's what worries me," Tro answered. "Even when he wants something badly, he usually finds a way to get it through negotiation. This seems…too easy."
Amidala nodded, then turned her attention to Dormé. "What are your thoughts?"
"If he is trustworthy, we needn't concern ourselves with his motives."
The Queen smiled in acknowledgement. "Versé?"
"I agree with Dormé, Your Majesty," she confidently answered. "If we can secure the blueprints then it is in our best interests to make the deal."
Amidala briefly considered their opinions before returning her focus to Ilianya. "General, has he ever been known to cheat on a deal of any kind?"
She shook her head. "While he may be a bit cutthroat at times, Ord is well established throughout the Outer Rim and even in the Unknown Regions. His business is built upon his family's good name and I wouldn't anticipate that he would do anything to undermine it."
"You said though that you were worried about the ease of the deal?" The Queen pointed out.
Ilianya grinned for a moment. "Only his motives, not what he possesses. If he says he has an advanced form of battle droid, I'd believe it."
Amidala tilted her head forward before ordering, "Eirtaé, please go to the Palace's main communication relay and send an alpha priority message to Anakin's ship. Inform them to make contact with me immediately."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"If there are no other thoughts, thank you for coming. I shall inform the Royal Court of my decision soon," Amidala indicated.
While the handmaidens filed out of the room, Ilianya paused in the doorway, catching the Queen's attention. "Something on your mind, General?"
Ilianya took a few short steps in and stopped. She appeared thoughtful before answering, "It may be nothing, but…"
"Go ahead," Padmé encouraged.
"Your Majesty, Valkin Ord is not Xinthonian. He's a Mandalorian and I know their customs well." She paused momentarily. "They have no custom about face to face business deals—their only real traditions involve honorable battle during warfare."
Amidala folded her hands in a steeple as she leaned forward. "Do you think that this is a trap?"
"I'm not sure," Ilianya answered. "But if you decide to go, I would highly recommend that Cordé act in your stead."
"Is the situation that dangerous?"
The General contorted her face. "I wish I could give you a better answer, Your Highness. But my feelings tell me that there is more to this. What exactly, I'm uncertain."
Amidala smiled. "Thank you for your candor, General. I will take it under advisement."
Ilianya half bowed and left the room. Padmé reclined in her chair as she contemplated Ilianya's warning. Her instincts also told her that something was amiss, but the opportunity to procure such a technologically advance factory outweighed the risks. She sighed as she wished that Anakin and Sabé had been present. At that same moment, her comlink chimed.
"Yes?"
"Sorry to interrupt, Your Majesty but I can't raise Anakin on any channel," Eirtaé informed.
"Keep trying at regular intervals," Amidala instructed.
"Yes, Your Highness."
As the comlink disengaged, Padmé muttered, "Anakin…where are you?"
"Anakin," Obi-Wan said softly as they reached a fork in the network of caverns. "You and Sabé go down the left corridor; I will take this one. If you run into trouble, get back to the ship and leave."
"But Master…"
Obi-Wan waved his hand. "I'll be fine. But should you find Siri, don't do anything. Use the emergency channel on your comlink and I will find you."
"Understood," Anakin said as he looked back down the dark chasm.
Sabé nervously smiled at Obi-Wan as their eyes lingered on one another. "Same goes for you, Master Jedi," she said with a sly grin.
Obi-Wan smiled. "May the Force be with us."
After walking for what seemed hours, Sabé announced, "We're lost."
Anakin scoffed. "I know exactly where we are."
"And where is that?" she asked with a doubtful look.
"We're following the path that Obi-Wan told us to cover," he quipped.
Rolling her eyes, Sabé said, "We haven't seen anything that would suggest anything alive has been down here for centuries. "Lets…"
Before she could finish Anakin waved his hand in warning. They both crouched down to take cover behind a large boulder just before a large human male walked past in an adjacent cavern. "You were saying?" Anakin flashed Sabé a lopsided grin to which she shook her head.
"Fine, you were right," she admitted. "Contact Obi-Wan and then let's get out of here." Anakin nodded as pulled out his hand unit. However, his smile quickly disappeared while he kept tinkering with his comlink. "What's wrong?" Sabé asked with a slight hint of concern.
"Blast," he whispered. "The cave walls are too thick to send out a signal."
She sighed deeply. "Then what should we do?"
Anakin looked back at the passage. "It's up to us. I think I can use the Force to find Siri from here."
"You think or you know?" Sabé stared at him dubiously.
"Only one way to find out," he declared, quickly leaving their hiding place.
"Ani…wait!" She called out, but he had already move to the entrance to the next cavern. Pulling out her blasters quickly, Sabé ran after him. "Impetuous," she grumbled under her breath.
Obi-Wan didn't like this. He had been venturing through the maze for far too long without finding anything. Not only he was having trouble getting a reliable signal from Siri's transponder, but also he could no longer sense her or Anakin for that matter. It almost seemed as if the walls of the dark caverns were damping the Force. It would have been fascinating to explore the possibility further, but with time escaping, he knew that he would have to hurry.
Extending his awareness, he felt a slight gyration in the Force which ceased immediately. Unclipping his lightsaber from his belt, Obi-Wan carefully maneuvered himself through a series of rock formations and into an area that had been made by sentient beings. It appeared to be a loading area filled with crates, machinery and ship parts. He observed considerable activity as both humans and humanoids alike were busy preparing the bay. Searching out with the Force he immediately sensed the presence of someone who would have some answers.
Krayn.
The tremor in the Force that surrounded Krayn was disconcerting. Obi-Wan recalled it from his many missions with Qui-Gon in which they pursued the notorious slave dealer halfway across the galaxy. He had always somehow managed to escape a confrontation.
He won't get away this time.
Obi-Wan waited patiently for the right moment. When Krayn drew close enough, Obi-Wan propelled himself from his hiding place, leveling his lightsaber blade across his throat.
"You are holding a Jedi Knight. I want her released immediately."
Krayn turned carefully around to face him. "Ah…Master Kenobi. I presume."
Obi-Wan unconsciously lowered his weapon in surprise. "How did you know..."
"…that you would come for Tachi?" Krayn smirked while finishing his question.. "He said that it would be you that would come for her. He knows much."
"Who?"
"It matters not," Krayn dismissed. "Besides, he will be here soon enough to take you into his possession."
Obi-Wan squared his shoulders. "What are you talking about?"
"I would not even dare question his motives," he added. "But I will tell you that he has a keen interest in you." Before Obi-Wan could respond, several arm guards immediately surrounded him with blasters readied. "Might I suggest that you back down? After all he doesn't want his prize damaged."
With a reluctant sigh, Obi-Wan extinguished his lightsaber and was quickly secured.
"Take him to the holding cells," Krayn's said as his smile grew more vicious, "so he and his friend can be together before they die."
When Sabé finally caught up with Anakin, she drew behind him as he watched the guard pass. He turned to give her a curt nod before he used the Force to push the man into a nearby wall, rendering him unconscious. Sabé rushed over and took the fallen guard's weapon and key pass. They then hurried down a short passageway which fed into the holding area. Behind the energy barrier, Siri's beaten form lay prone on the cell room's floor.
"Something's not right," Sabé observed.
"What do you mean?" Anakin stared at her quizzically.
"There's only one guard," she pointed out. "I don't think they would take a Jedi Knight lightly."
Anakin briefly closed his eyes. "I don't sense anybody even remotely close to us."
Sabé sighed. "Then let's hurry. I don't like this."
They rose and together rushed at the guard. While attempting to aim his blaster, Anakin extended the Force around the man, lifting him off the ground, then hurdling him against the energy cage. Sabé grinned, "I'm glad you're on our side."
Anakin smiled as they entered the cell. His brief glee vanished when he saw Siri's injuries. Sabé knelt beside her and opened her emergency pack.
"She's hurt pretty bad," Anakin observed. "Is there anything you can do for her?"
Sabé nodded. "I will try my best." She then injected a pain killer while she gently inspected Siri's
eyes. "I was afraid of that."
"What's wrong?"
"I think she's suffered a brain injury. We have to get her back to the ship."
Before Anakin could reply, he saw a blue pulse of light hit Sabé and throw her forward. Without thought, he ignited his emerald green lightsaber as he rose to his feet only to have his senses overwhelmed by a searing pain in his right hand. Anakin saw sparks erupt as his weapon tumbled lifelessly to the ground. He was about to call it to his left hand when he heard a shout:
"Don't!"
Anakin looked up to see the paled skinned Aurra Sing hovering over him ominously with her blaster rifle pointed at his head. A sly grin creased her face as she muttered, "Anakin Skywalker."
"And you are?" He asked in a low tone.
"Somebody who was once sent to kill you, boy." Ignoring her response, he cautiously walked over to Sabé and knelt down to feel for her pulse. "Oh don't worry; I didn't kill your friend. At least, not yet," she boasted, her grin growing. "No, you both are coming with me to see Krayn. He will pay handsomely for someone like you."
Anakin sighed in relief when he felt Sabé's heart still beating. But his reassurance of her well being was quickly replaced by his rising anger. "Were you the one that hurt Siri as well?"
Aurra smirked. "Believe me when I say that she had it coming. And soon I will finish the job."
She should be punished!
Anakin's anger swelled as Sing approached him with Force binders. She intended to take him away and give him to a man who dealt in slaves.
"I will not be made a slave again!" Without thinking, Anakin summoned the Force and barreled it into his opponent. Aurra flew backwards, losing grip on her rifle as she tumbled down. Her brief training as a Jedi allowed her to escape the brunt of the attack as she rolled herself into a crouching position. She pulled out a concealed blaster and aimed it at Anakin.
"I would have much rather have gotten credits for you, but I think that killing you will be much more satisfying."
The Force itself seemed to commandeer Anakin's senses. Time appeared to stop—all the while he became aware of every living thing on the planet. He turned his focus upon Aurra who remained still. As he narrowed his concentration, Anakin visualized through the Force every one of her life functions: her lungs drawing in air, blood moving through vessels, her heart beating furiously within her chest.
Her heart.
His focus narrowed on the organ. He then saw that the connection between the Force and her life appeared like a delicate thread, which appeared to be easily severed.
Do it!
She will kill you and your friends.
You must act!
Reaching out through the Force, Anakin severed Sing's connection. The flow of time returned to normal and at that same moment, he looked over at his opponent, vaguely realizing that he was clenching his hand. Aurra clutched desperately at her chest before falling to the floor like a marionette whose strings had been cut. Curiosity got the better of Anakin as he approached the fallen bounty hunter. He rolled her onto her back and her blank stare confirmed what he already knew.
She was dead.
Before he could return to check on Sabé, Anakin sensed several beings approaching. Noticing that his lightsaber was badly damaged, he summoned one of Sing's blasters into his outstretched hand. He crept behind the bounty hunter's body and waited. Seconds later, Obi-Wan entered followed by four guards, none of which saw Anakin.
He fired several shots while using the Force to remove Obi-Wan's binders. One of the guards was hit while the others desperately sought cover. The Jedi's sapphire lightsaber instantly illuminated the room as he deflected the blaster bolts from the guards outside. Anakin, from his hidden position, Force-pushed down the reinforcements as he laid cover fire for Obi-Wan who quickly subdued the others.
"What took you so long, Master?"
Obi-Wan grinned. "I thought I'd take the scenic route."
After they reassured one another that they were uninjured, Obi-Wan's mirth disappeared when he saw Siri and Sabé lying motionless.
"What happened?"
Anakin clenched his jaw. "That bounty hunter hurt Siri badly and hit Sabé with a stun bolt.
Obi-Wan knelt down and hurriedly reached in the Force to check on both women's life signs. "There's no time to lose. I will carry Sabé. You take Siri."
Anakin nodded. "I still can't get a signal to Artoo."
"We'll have to get out of these caves."
"It took us hours to get in, Master." Anakin interjected.
"Not to worry," Obi-Wan replied with a smile. "I just so happen to know the way out."
"After you, Master."
Krayn stood nervously as the dark shuttle landed. The ship was completely nondescript but he mused that was intended by its owner. As the steam from the landing cycle filled the bay, the gangplank lowered, revealing the darkly dressed Sith Lord.
"Lord Tyranus, it is an honor to receive you," Krayn proclaimed as he knelt down.
Dooku dismissively wave his hand as he continued to walk. "Spare me your platitudes, slaver. I'm here for the Jedi."
Krayn had to run to catch up to him. "You will be happy to know that your plan worked. I have both Kenobi and Tachi here."
Tyranus paused. "Who is guarding them?"
"Aurra Sing," he answered with a troubled look. "She is a most capable bounty hunter." Dooku closed his eyes and reached into the Force. A moment later, he withdrew his lightsaber and stormed off. "Is something wrong?"
"For your sake you'd better hope not."
Once they reached the surface, Anakin signaled Artoo to bring the ship to their position. Meanwhile, Sabé had regained consciousness and was being tended to by Obi-Wan.
"What happened?" She wearily asked.
Obi-Wan grinned as he dabbed healing ointment onto a bruise on her head. "Seems you had a rather nasty disagreement with the business end of a blaster."
"Let me guess," Sabé said with a pained smile. "The blaster won."
"I'm afraid so."
They chuckled momentarily before she spotted Siri's still form. "How is she?"
Obi-Wan sighed. "Anakin and I have stabilized her vitals for the moment, but we will need to get her to a medical facility soon."
"Are you alright?" She asked while she reached up to touch his face.
"Thank the Force, I am uninjured," Obi-Wan replied with a regretful smile. "I'm so sorry that I got you involved in this. You could have been seriously injured or worse..."
Sabé shook her head. "I wouldn't have it any other way." She released a sly grin as she added, "Besides, I happen to like fighting by your side."
Obi-Wan smiled and before he knew, he gently pulled her towards him for a much needed kiss. Sabé wrapped her arms around him as she welcomed his caress. When the need for air became too great, he slightly withdrew. "Thank you."
"Obi-Wan…I still lo..."
He pressed his fingers against her lips and was about to say more when he stood up suddenly. Becoming worried, Sabé asked, "What's wrong?"
At that same moment, Anakin had rushed over to join them. "Master, I sense a disturbance in the Force."
"I do too," Obi-Wan grimly answered. "We need to get out of here immediately."
As if on cue, the Angel Queen's engines echoed throughout the canyon while it lowered into a nearby clearing. Obi-Wan and Anakin exchanged brief smiles before they both picked Siri up. Within seconds they were loaded and secure.
"Artoo…get us out here!" Anakin commanded.
The ship lurched as it climbed back into the torrential skies, disappearing as it entered the swirling clouds. Meanwhile, Count Dooku followed closely behind by Krayn reached the top of the cavern to witness the ship disappearing from sight. He turned to stare silently at the stunned slaver.
"My Lord…I don't know what to say."
Tyranus sneered. "You could apologize."
Krayn feel to his knees as he folded his hands. "I'm sorry, my Lord. Forgive me?"
A snap-hiss echoed forth and in one swift movement, Krayn's head was detached from his body. As Dooku clipped his weapon back onto his belt, he muttered, "Apology accepted." Looking back up at the heavens, he released a deep breath. Qui-Gon's student would have made a formidable ally in his bid to seize power away from his Master. Like him, Obi-Wan would have relished the power of the Darkside, which would have allowed them to return order to the galaxy.
Yet all was not lost.
He released a sly grin as he heard the whispers of the Force.
"Our paths will cross again one day soon, Obi-Wan. I promise."
TBC-Thoughts, comments and suggestions are always appreciated!
