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A/N: I apologize for the long delay, but to make up for it, this chapter is long!
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The three Jedi and the Chancellor were led into the bridge where General Grievous and his cronies were waiting. Flanking the captives were several battle droids, one of which had confiscated their lightsabers.
"General Kenobi," Grievous choked out amidst his harsh coughs, "we've been waiting for you. That wasn't much of a rescue." He turned to the other two. "Anakin Skywalker, I was expecting someone with your reputation to be a little…older."
Anakin smirked. "General Grievous…you're shorter than I expected."
"Jedi scum," growled Grievous, turning away from his three captives.
"Robotic rust-bucket," muttered Lyra, smirking.
Grievous, in anger, stormed over to her and tried to hit her with his hand. However, he stopped short of slamming his hand into her head as he erupted into a series of harsh coughs. Grumbling, he turned away again.
"We have a job to do, try not to upset him," said Obi-Wan, looking immensely amused.
"Your lightsabers will make a fine addition to my collection," taunted Grievous, snatching the lightsabers away from a droid ("You're welcome," the droid sarcastically said) and placing them in the pocket of his cape.
"Not this time," said Obi-Wan confidently, "and this time you won't escape."
At a signal from Anakin, R2 created a distraction by extending all his arms, shooting out electrical pulses, and bouncing around. Obi-Wan, hands restrained with electrobonds, spun around, reached out and, using the Force, yanked his lightsaber out of the General's hand. Igniting it, he slices his bonds, then cut Anakin and Lyra free, who retrieved their own lightsabers as well.
"Crush them!" shouted Grievous. "Make them suffer!"
The droids that surrounded them began to fire. Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Lyra jumped into the line of fire, locking themselves in a battle with Grievous' electrostaff-wielding bodyguards. The bridge degenerated into chaos.
Soon enough, the three Jedi had destroyed the droid bodyguards and had cornered Grievous. The droid general had retrieved an electrostaff and was grinning evilly at them.
"You lose, General Kenobi!" Grievous threw the staff at the window, causing it to break and suck everything not held down into space, including Grievous himself.
Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Lyra grabbed onto the control panel, holding on for dear life. Finally, blast shields slid over to cover the window.
Once everything had settled down, the three Jedi and the Chancellor made their way to the navigator's chair.
"All the escape pods have been launched," said Anakin, looking at a readout on the panel.
"Grievous," muttered Obi-Wan. "Can you fly a cruiser like this?"
"You mean do I know how to land what's left of this thing?" said Anakin, sitting down in the pilot's chair.
"Well?"
Lyra took the seat next to Anakin. "Under the circumstances, I'd say the ability to pilot this thing is irrelevant," she said grimly.
"Strap yourselves in," ordered Anakin.
Obi-Wan and Palpatine strapped themselves into chairs. Anakin and Lyra struggled with the controls, as the ship's panel began to glow red. A large crash was heard, and the ship suddenly felt lighter.
"We lost something," said Anakin.
"Not to worry," said Obi-Wan, "we are still flying half a ship."
"Oh that's very reassuring!" said Lyra sarcastically.
"Now we're really picking up speed," Anakin informed the group once again interrupting Obi-Wan's retort. He turned to Obi-Wan. "Grab that. Keep us level."
"Steady," Obi-Wan urged, struggling with the lever that Anakin had pointed to. "We're in the atmosphere."
"Landing strip, straight ahead," Lyra noted, pointing to a runway. Anakin started pulling on handles and pushing buttons again, trying to slow the ship down some more.
The ship indeed slowed down, and managed to land without crashing. The four lurched forward, but were thankfully held in place by their belts.
Obi-Wan chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Another happy landing."
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They were all taken from the destroyed ship into a Jedi shuttle. The shuttle would take them to the landing platform of the senate office building, where they would bring Chancellor Palpatine.
The shuttle arrived at the large building, where Palpatine was met by a dozen Senators.
Anakin stepped out, but turned back to look when neither Lyra nor Obi-Wan exited as well.
"Are you coming, Master?" he asked.
Obi-Wan laughed. "Oh no, I'm not brave enough for politics. And we have to report to the Council," he said, pointing to himself and Lyra.
She snorted. "Speak for yourself, Obi-Wan. I'm going to take a shower." She turned to Anakin, saying, "You can be our Jedi poster boy!"
"Hold on," Anakin protested. "This whole operation was your idea."
"Let us not forget that you rescued me from the Buzz Droids," replied Obi-Wan. "And you killed Count Dooku. And you rescued the Chancellor, carrying me unconscious on your back."
"All because of your training."
"Anakin," said Lyra with a hint of exasperation, "let's be fair. Today, you're the hero. And you deserve your glorious day with the politicians."
"All right," relented Anakin, "but you both owe me one, and not for saving your skin for the tenth time."
"Ninth," corrected Obi-Wan, "that business on Cato Neimoidia doesn't…doesn't count. We'll see you at the briefing."
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Obi-Wan exited the Council Chambers, deciding to pay visit Lyra. He knew she would probably be tired, but Lyra never refused a visit from him or Anakin.
He reached the door to her quarters and pressed the buzzer on the commlink. "Lyra?"
"Hello, Obi-Wan. Come in. The door's open."
Obi-Wan smiled slightly as the metallic doors slid open. He stepped inside, seating himself on one of the couches in the main room. The door to her bedroom slid open and Lyra stepped out, dressed in fresh clothes and her hair wet and tangled.
"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," Obi-Wan teased as Lyra sat down beside him. She chuckled, Force-lifting her hairbrush to her.
"Lazy."
"Like you don't do the same," retorted Lyra. She began to brush her hair, but to her annoyance, it wasn't co-operating with her.
For a while, Obi-Wan amusedly watched Lyra struggle with her tangled hair. After a few moments, he sighed deeply and yanked the brush from her hands.
"I'll do it," he said, prodding her side so she would turn around.
Lyra complied, turning around. Obi-Wan ran the brush through her dark hair, smoothing out the tangles with his fingers. His fingers accidentally brushed against her neck, and he was amused to see a light blush gracing her cheeks.
The two stayed like that for a while, and even when Obi-Wan set the brush down, Lyra merely leaned against his chest. Almost automatically, Obi-Wan's arms encircled Lyra's waist.
He twirled a lock of her hair around her finger, lost in thought. He had always harbored the notion that he might break the Code—but never did he dream that he would break it with Lyra. But he knew that he would never change any of their moments—not even the awkward ones.
"You know, this could be considered a rather…insinuating…position," said Lyra quietly, interrupting his train of thought.
"If anyone catches us, they'd congratulate me for being in this position with someone like you."
Lyra chuckled. "You, my friend, are impossible."
Obi-Wan looked at her, a small grin forming on his face. "But I'm your impossible."
"Don't be cute," warned Lyra, the effect ruined by the amused look in her eyes.
He smirked at her. "Too late," he replied.
Lyra laughed. "I know."
A few more moments of silence passed by before Obi-Wan finally noted that the sun had set and it was night. Lyra looked out the window, an amused smile curling her lips.
"The time flies when you're having fun," she teased.
Obi-Wan gently kissed her on the lips. "I'll see you tomorrow, Lyra. Good night."
Lyra smiled at him. "Good night, Obi-Wan."
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A/N: Wah! I am such a bad writer! That was so crappy/cheesy/sucky/disgusting/unoriginal/cliché/weird! Obi-Wan was so OOC! Oh God! You can flame if you want…