I've been MIA for awhile. Life just gets in the way sometimes. I came back to finsih the story. Sorry I've taken so long. Hope you enjoy the new chapter.

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Her first realization upon coming around was that she was alive; the second was that she was not alone. Remaining as still as possible she opened her eyes and focused on the back of a Clone trooper. She gave him a mental Force suggestion that reinforcements were needed in another chamber and with a quick glance at her inert form he was off.

Pain swept through her body as she clung to the wall and pushed herself to a standing position. Taking just a moment to find her legs Amira looked around at the tragedy that was the Council Chambers. She swallowed the grief building inside her and stepped gingerly around the bodies of the fallen younglings and out of the room.

Escape was foremost on her mind. There were troopers everywhere, she could handle clones; fortunately she did not sense him. Anakin was no longer in the Temple. She wondered, with bile invading her throat, what foul deed Palpatine had sent him on now.

Amira made her way outside the back of the Temple using a little known service entrance. An entrance once used in her youth to sneak out and explore the city. She closed her mind to those images of brighter days and coughed out the last bit of smoke from her lungs as she contemplated her next move. The answer came sooner than she expected.

Senator Organa's personal speeder flew around the corner. He was heading away from the Temple at a high rate of speed. Amira reached out to her brother with her mind hoping to draw him back. It worked and he turned in her direction.

He yelled over the droning engine. "Get in!" As they sped away from the Temple Amira stared back at it in disbelief. It was engulfed by fire, filling the Coruscant sky with flames and smoke. She knew it was her last look. She would never see it again.

After reaching a safe distance Bail turned to her. "What happened in there? Troopers are firing on younglings. What in the name of the Force is going on?" Amira leaned her head back against the headrest. "Anakin Skywalker has turned to the dark side. He led the attack on the Temple."

Bail was thinking a million things at once. "Skywalker, the dark side, and he attacked you?" She nodded numbly. "He let me live." With a shakiness not normal for her voice she added, "and I am not sure why."

He shook his head. "This is insane. He can't get away with this. How is the Army on his side? This doesn't make any sense." Amira closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. Upon exhaling she found her center and the calmness that always follows. "Chancellor Palpatine is a Sith Lord. He is in control of Anakin and the Clone Army. They are destroying all the Jedi."

Her brother could not immediately find the words to reply. Amira continued, "We must make contact with the Jedi, any other Jedi. We must find Master Yoda." Bail nodded in agreement. "Yes, of course, but let me. You should not be seen. I am, at least for now, above suspicion. I will make contact with Master Yoda."

When they reached the relative safety of the Tantiv IV Amira did not follow him on board. Bail turned his eyes, questioning. "What is it?" She shook her head slowly. "I cannot go with you." He walked back to her. "You cannot remain here on Coruscant. It's too dangerous."

Tears pooled in her eyes. "I have to distance myself Bail. As long as the Jedi are being hunted I cannot be seen with you." He pulled her quickly into his arms. "Where are you going to go?" She cried into his shoulder. "No where that I can tell you."

Brother and sister held each other for a few moments more and then Amira pulled away. "Go, go and find Yoda." He touched the side of her face and studied her features as if committing them to memory. "What of Obi-Wan? If I make contact with him what shall I tell him?"

A delicate and sad smile spread across her face. "Tell him I love him and when it is safe to do so, I will make contact. Until then I carry him with me." Bail nodded. "I will. Be well Amira." She backed away from the boarding ramp. "May the Force be with you."

She retreated into the shadows and watched the ship lift off. In a deserted alcove of the hangar bay she crumpled to her knees and leaned against a cargo container. Resting one hand across her abdomen she closed her eyes and searched for reassurance, reassurance that her husband had somehow survived and reassurance that the tiny life growing within her was unharmed.

Meanwhile on Utapau...

Obi-Wan emerged from the water still reeling from what had happened. His own clone troops had turned on him. Cody turned on him. They had been through countless battles together and he had considered Cody a friend.

As he continued to evade detection and make his way to a ship he knew that he was not the only Jedi this had happened to. Questions swirled in his mind. How many Jedi had survived? Was Anakin all right? Yoda? Amira? He didn't know.

He made his way to a ship and punched in the coordinates for Coruscant. Everything was changing. Even though his world was rapidly crumbling around him he functioned. On pure adrenaline and instinct, he functioned.