Disclaimer: In no way at all do I own any of the original character, locations, ships, or anything else mentioned in Star Wars. They are all owned by George Lucas. I only own my OC. Any similarities between this story and another are purely accidental.
CAUTION! A bit of OOC-ness in this chapter on Obi-Wan's part.
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Lyra felt her heart breaking as she watched Anakin running back to Shmi, hugging his mother tightly. She knew the pain she felt at leaving Shmi was nothing to what Anakin was enduring. She knew what it was like to loose a mother, having gone through the same experience herself.
I'm loosing another mother, she thought sadly as Anakin walked back to her and Qui-Gon. The sadness intensified as Anakin walked past the two of them, staring straight ahead and crying.
They soon reached the desert mesa, and the sleek Nubian craft came into view. The wind had begun to begun to pick up, making it difficult for Anakin to walk. Seeing this, Lyra turned around and picked him up.
"Master Qui-Gon, wait!" she called, struggling under the extra weight.
He turned around to answer, but suddenly cried out, "Lyra, drop!"
Obeying, Lyra dropped to the ground, Anakin still safely in her arms. At that moment, a speeder bike zoomed over their heads. A dark-cloaked figure jumped off, dealing a deathblow to Qui-Gon with a bright red lightsaber that Qui-Gon immediately parried. She took a sharp intake of breath as she recognized the scarlet blade.
Lyra got up from the sand, still carrying Anakin. Qui-Gon and the Sith Lord were battling furiously, red and green connecting in deadly patterns. She slipped her hand into her pocket, ready to pull out her lightsaber and help Qui-Gon.
Seeing this, the Jedi Master shook his head. "Get to the ship!" he commanded. "Tell them to take off!"
Heart pounding, Lyra pocketed the light saber again, running towards the lowered ramp of the Nubian ship and still carrying Anakin. Once inside, she set the young boy down and the two rushed into the main hallway.
"Qui-Gon's in trouble!" stated Anakin, startling the pilots. "He says to take off now!"
A dark-skinned pilot looked quizzically at the two. "Who are you?"
Padmé smiled at the two. "They're friends."
The dark-skinned man, Padmé, Lyra, and Anakin rushed into the cockpit, where a pilot and a man wearing Jedi robes were checking the hyperdrive.
"Qui-Gon is in trouble, he says to take off!" repeated the dark-skinned man, who Lyra learned from Padmé was named Captain Panaka.
"I don't see anything," the pilot—Ric Olie—said as he peered out the window.
The Jedi (Obi-Wan, mused Lyra) pointed at a cloud of dust somewhere in the distance. "Over there," he said. "Fly low."
Qui-Gon and the Sith continue their sword battle. Leaping over one another in an incredible display of acrobatics, the two warriors hear the ship fly over them a few feet off the ground. Jumping over the Sith Lord, Qui-Gon landed on the ship's extended ramp.
Anakin, Lyra, and Obi-Wan rushed into the hallway to find Qui-Gon collapsed on the floor. The Jedi was breathing hard, covered with dust.
"Are you alright?" Anakin asked worriedly.
"I think so," replied Qui-Gon wearily. "That was a surprise I won't soon forget."
"What was it?" questioned Obi-Wan.
Qui-Gon sat up. "I don't know," he answered, "but he was well-trained in the Jedi arts. My guess is he was after the Queen."
"Do you think he'll follow us?"
"We'll be safe enough once we're in hyperspace," said Qui-Gon, "but I have no doubt he knows our destination."
"What are we going to do about it?"
At that question, Obi-Wan looked at Anakin in a 'who-are-you' kind of way. Anakin returned the favor with an innocent stare.
"We will be patient," said Qui-Gon. He gestured from the young boy to his Padawan. "Anakin Skywalker, meet Obi-Wan Kenobi."
Anakin smiled brightly. "You're a Jedi too? Pleased to meet you," he said while shaking Obi-Wan's hand enthusiastically.
Obi-Wan gave Anakin a skeptical look, before turning his gaze on Lyra. She kept her face blank, not sure if she should tell him or not. She sent a questioning glance to Qui-Gon, who only smiled.
"Obi-Wan, aren't you going to greet an old friend?"
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Obi-Wan managed to restrain himself from raising his eyebrow at Qui-Gon. I don't know anyone on Tatooine! What is he talking about? "I don't understand, Master," he said, injecting some sort of politeness in his voice.
Qui-Gon stood up, a smile curling his lips. "Would you like to explain?" he said, looking at the strange girl with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
She sighed, plunging her hand into her pocket and pulling out—here Obi-Wan's eyes widened—a lightsaber. She handed it to him, the corners of her mouth twitching.
"I told you I could build one before I turned eleven."
Obi-Wan looked up from the lightsaber to the girl, shock clear on his face. "L-Lyra?" he stammered, flabbergasted. He looked at Qui-Gon, who nodded, then back at her. She was smiling.
"Nice to see you remembered that little challenge," she said, referring to that even ten years ago when he had challenged her to build a lightsaber before her eleventh birthday.
Without another word, he swept his best friend into a tight hug, running his hands through her black hair, making sure she was real. Of all the Jedi in the Temple, he had missed Lyra the most and had gone into a mild state of depression after she had disappeared. I'm not letting go anymore.
"You have to sometime," said Lyra, her voice muffled against Obi-Wan's chest.
Suddenly, Obi-Wan realized where he was and who he was hugging Lyra in front of. He released her, trying not to blush. "It's good to see you again, Lyra," he said, avoiding Qui-Gon's gaze (he was smirking).
Lyra smiled. "It's good to see you too.
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A/N: Short really. It's more of a filler chapter. You can flame this one if you want…