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Chapter 2: Katnappé

"In the time of the ancients where your soul remains, in the time of the knights is where your body stands. you are the son of the Titans, the Creators of all things, your journey shall test the power of our enemis, the gods. you are the chosen of the Titans. for the sake of the universe and for the sake of my sanity, end this war my son, before it is too late. You know what you must do. Awake now, Jack, go and make way for the Titans"

The voice was there again, like every night. The voice never stopped, never quelled, it was beginning to feel like Jack was losing his mind. It had started when Hannibal left Crematoria, at the time Jack thought it only thought it was a trick perpetrated by the other inmates to demoralize Jack but after several well served beatings to the prisoners Jack had been confused and disappointed that each and every man and woman had no idea what he was talking about, most just thought Jack had finally lost his last noodle.

The Voice became louder overtime and when Jack refused to listen and tried to shut it out it would come back in his dreams, no longer a voice. It showed him images, horrible images

Jacks eyes slid open, the light was dim in the area surrounding his bed but made things easily visible inside Anakin's small room. The majority of the light came from Padmé's side, turning on his side, jack rubbed his eyes and looked at what had thebe the most beautiful thing in the world. A soft orange glow piercing through the wooden shades of the window, Jack's eyes fallowed the light to the other side of the room were in the spare bed across from him lay Padmé sleeping peacefully in her bed, her body emitting a brilliant luminescence, captivating Jack in her soft and subtle beauty. Jack didn't understand why he was feeling a certain way about Padmé, having been in prison and a slave for the past six year's he had never had a chance to socialize with women, much less a women as good and friendly as Padmé.

I've only known her a day and already I'm telling her personal secrets AND thinking of her familiarly Jack thought shaking his head I've been away from girls for way to long. Pushing himself from the bed Jack walked softly towards the fresher connected to Anakin's room, once inside he shut the door and immediately turned on the sink; it was moments like these on Tatooine that Jack was especially glad that he paid for the water for Anakin's home. The water was hot; of course, with the planet searing hot, cold water was a rare luxury. He grabbed few hand full's of water and splashed them across his face.

Turning the water off, Jack examined himself carefully in the mirror; his face was smooth and without facial hair, something he figured all albinos went without, he looked like an adult for even with his smooth skin his face was hardened with what others would call age, Jack called painful experiences. His hair was strangely spiky and yet it was also loose, it was relatively short, only down to his chin, but by some amazing ability pulled back making the spike at the ends but on the sides it still went back but it hung slightly, Padmé called it Lukiah Hair, a Naboo word for feather, since his hair did resemble feathers pointed back.

Jack began stare into his eyes, even during the day they still glow. The echo of a man's words whispered through his mind; born with the eyes of Theia. Jack wondered why people in his life always seemed to give him riddles and then just expect him to understand them. Although the man who spoke in riddles has long since been gone, Jack couldn't help but miss the crazy old man who kept him entertained and safe in those long years under ground in Crematoria.

As Jack reminisced of life in the cruel unforgiving underground, he was hit by one memory that stood out alongside other strange memories; this one involved a Jedi, a female Jedi. She was a Mirialan with a complicated name, like many other species that lived among him though he never cared to remember most, and a black robe that did little to hide he wonderful figure. But what stood out most from Jacks memory was his beauty, beautiful green skin that surprisingly complemented her piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold power and sway in even the darkest of dungeons, the possibly the most mystique feature she held were the strange patter tattoos stretching from he bottom lip to her chin, most likely some tribal means of denoting rank within the Mirialan society.

When she first came to crematoria, she came looking not for Jack, whom only within his time at Crematoria had learned the he was one two remaining of his kind. Instead she came for Jack's half-insane "Cell" mate Hannibal Roy Bean, a strange accented humanoid being with brown charred skin that at first look seemed to be scars of a fire that had enveloped him at one point of his life, but if one paid close enough attention then one would discover that Hannibal had in fact been of an dead ancient race known only in the vast history of the galaxy as the "Bean" people, commonly associated with the organization known only as the Heylins, the rest were known to be Sith.

The Mirialan woman came into the cell one day, or night, Jack could never actually tell. She asked Hannibal some questions in a language Jack had not known and for once at the time, in the four years Jack had been there, Hannibal spoke like a sane individual, for at least what Jack could tell as being sane considering he wasn't laughing like crazy or angry as hell, no, Hannibal just sat at a small round rock table sipping a tea like substance from his soup cup and answered the woman's questions as calmly as Jack had ever seen. When the questions were finished the woman had turned to Jack and gave a look of utter amazement, which surprised Jack since the woman had not even noticed him during her whole time visiting.

She began stumbling over questions for Jack, none of which he understood because she was still speaking in the strange foreign language, and after a moment she had stopped talking completely having realized Jack had no idea what she was saying. When she spoke again, she spoke in an accent the was strict and fluid, soft yet strong as though it commanded his attention but did so soothingly, and when she finished the question Jack, who had been leaning against the wall, began fidgeting embarrassingly because he had been so captivated by the beautiful Jedi's voice vocabulary that he had been completely ignorant of the question. When she repeated the question then that was when thing became serious.

"What is your name Young One?" the beauty asked with a smile, Jacks neutral expression dropped at "Young One" what was he, a padawan? Jack lived in crematoria, NO ONE was a young when they spend a year in Crematoria, and Jack spent FOUR!

"Names Jack Spicer and there's no 'Young One' here" Jack replied with a cocky expression, the Jedi hadn't seemed even slightly fazed by his words, she just held her friendly smile and asked "And what is someone of your age doing in a place like this?" Translation: What in the name of The Republic did you do to get sent to a five star max prison?

Jack shrugged nonchalantly "wrong place, right time" he stated "right time for the curoscant guard at least"

The Mirialan gave Jack a questioning look but left it at that and decided to skip the foreplay and get to the serious question at hand.

"Do you know a boy by the name of Jake Spicer?" Jack's eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

She knew.

*BANG**BANG**BANG*

"Jack" came Anakin's voice from the door of the Fresher, startling Jack out of his Stupor "Jack, I need to go right know it's an emergency, open up!" Jack smiled and shook his head then proceeded to push himself of the counter of which he had been sitting on and opened the door of the fresher. Before the door was even fully open Anakin came flying past Jack and pushing him out of the bathroom.

Jack stood at the entrance of the fresher with a smile gracing his face. Turning to exit Anakin's room he say Padmé sitting up while rubbing he eyes drowsily in an attempt to better come out of her sleepy haze, Jack realized that even now , with her hair a mess and her nightgown ruffled, she still look very pretty, shaking his head Jack exited the room before she even noticed he was there.

Jack thought back to the night before when the two had discussed the dreams, she had told him that some dreams were just the conscious telling the person something that they themselves are trying to discover. Jack couldn't make sense of what she said, even less what she meant, so Padmé just told him that maybe the Jedi could interpret the dream. Jack refused at the very mention of the Jedi; he didn't need help from a Jedi of all people, it was bad enough he was tricked by one as a child but he was NOT going to seek help from one.

Speaking of Jedi, a certain dusty older Jedi sat out the kitchen table sipping on some blue milk while having what looked to be an internal debate with himself, often nodding his head or shaking it. After a moment of contemplation Jack decided that if Anakin said they were good enough to like then maybe Jack could at least be even begrudgingly friendly, despite the fact that the man is Jedi.

'The Albino is strange' Qui-gon thought as he sat at Shmi's kitchen table and slowly drank blue milk from a plastic cup, obviously glass wasn't something made on this , Ironically, desert planet 'he seems resentful towards me, or it could be that he is resentful towards Jedi. Yes, that is a more logical answer, but the important question is why?'

'I know that he has spent several years within a prison though I don't recall which one, perhaps a Jedi has something to do with it' Qui-gon pondered 'I'm not sure if I should approach the subject with Jack or leave it be, after all, I have only known Jack for one day'

Qui-gon was snapped from his thoughts as he noticed that Jack had entered the room, strange considering he felt no force signature within him, every living thing had a detectable force signature and because it was as though did not have one, it made Qui-gon more suspicious of the young albino.

"Good morning" Qui-gon greeted.

"Morning'" Jack lazily replied as he sat across from the Jedi, Jack had a felt that if he was going to go through with being nice then he ought to apologize for his attitude towards him earlier.

"Listen" Jack started "About yesterday, I'm not really good with people, especially Jedi"

"So believe me when I say that I don't want to be an arse to a friend of Anakin's and even if you are a Jedi, I will treat you with the respect and so I would to apologize for my attitude "to say Qui-gon had been surprised would be an understatement, he had been utterly dumbfounded, even when he and his padawan had gotten into arguments when Obi wan was younger he had never apologized so civilly before.

Qui-gon adjusted his posture and said "I accept your apology and wish to give you one as well, my own behavior the other day concerning your private history was uncalled for and I should have known better than to pry" he finished, taking a sip of his blue milk. Jack gave Qui-gon a genuine smile, he expected an acceptance of the apology but not one in return, perhaps this Jedi was a bit different than the rest.

"Apology accepted" Jack replied.

Both men's attention was turned away from each other as Padmé entered the room still in her sleeping attire, a pair of clean shorts Jack kept handy in the case he were to get lost in the desert and a extra shirt given to her from Shmi, yawning slightly with he hand over her mouth in a polite gesture reserved for more higher class societies. Jack still wondered what the girl was, Qui-gon mentioned the other day that he and the rest of his group where heading towards Coruscant, was she some type of noble or a daughter of a governor? Likely. Whatever she was, she was in the wrong place for her type to be and the place she was in, people could smell out her kind like a Bothan could a Nithspoth fruit.

"Good morning Miss Naberrie, how are you feeling?" Qui-gon politely asked.

"Well rested, yet dry at the throat" Padmé replied.

Jack gave one short laugh and replied "that's what happens when you're on a solid ball of dirt" Padmé gave a weak smile.

"It's a wonder why anyone wants to live on this planet" Padmé sighed "I guess I just am so used to the rain and vast seas of Naboo to be living on a desert planet" Qui-gon nodded in agreement. Jack stared at Qui-gon for a moment, something about the Jedi seemed a little familiar, Perhaps it was the way he moved, Strong and Graceful like that of a noble. It reminded Jack of the Jedi that had tricked him and his brother all those years ago, he was a Duke or Count or something the rather.

"Well?" Padmé pressed as she placed her soft hand on the back of his.

"Huh? What did you say?" Jack said startled then embarrassed, he had been so caught up in his thought that he didn't realize Padmé had asked him a question.

"I asked whe-" Padmé was sharply cut off as a load banging came from the front do to the home. Anakin ran towards the door from his room and yelled "I'll get it"

Jack turned his attention to Qui-gon "visitors?" Jack inquired.

Qui-gon shook his head "None of which I know of, though…" he paused "I do feel a disturbance in the force" he finished as he stroked his bearded. Jack felt slightly confused 'disturbance? Why would there be a disturbance in the force? As far as I know there are know Jedi on Tatooine and defiantly not in Mos Espa of all places'

"Um…Jack?" Anakin called from the door.

"Yes?"

"There's a lady at the door, she says she's your friend" now this made put Jack into alert mode, he did not know very many women, as sad as that sounds, and all of the women he did now, excluding Shmi, he were either dead or on Alderaan. The only woman that Jack new that was not on Alderaan and was constantly searching for him was…

"Shit" Jack muttered as he shot up from his seat, startling Padmé and Qui-gon, and ran to Anakin's room and to his equipment. Fumbling over the belt with his blaster holder strapped to it, before he could fully strap it on (A\N Giggidy) Jack began hearing yelling from the door.

Not a few seconds later, Gamorreans shoved their overweight bodies through the obviously-not-made-for-pig-men door and into the kitchen/dining room with Anakin slung over one of their shoulders. As jack reentered the room with most of his clothes on( pant's, belt and shoes) and with his hand on his trusty blaster he saw that Qui-gon had stood from the table with his hand under his robe, obviously at the hilt of his lightsaber, and Padmé had shot to the back of the room and as far out of sight as physically possible, he didn't blame her, Gamorreans were disgusting, intimidating and often violent creatures, but some part of him, deep down inside, told Jack that that was not the real reason of her hiding. Damn these weird feelings and senses going haywire.

The last thing to enter the room was a woman, a human feline like woman. He blond hair was popping out of her hood as well was the rest of her body seemed to just want to pop out of he very tight leather suit, Damn Banthas and their skin being such a good looking and feeling substance. She also looked like she had whisker marks on her cheek.

'Yep' Jack thought 'It's her alright'

"Jack" her seductive and smooth voice caught his attention. She was looking directly at him and if looks could kill, thank the gods they don't, Jack would be six feet under. She had defiantly grown since the previous year Jack had seen her, then again she may have the same attitude.

Looking passed the other guest; Ashley attempted to stare down Jack but as always Jack remained unaffected. It had been one year since she had last seen Jack and still he was not as attractive as Jermaine, oh how she missed his dark brown eyes and his strong arms wrapped around her waist whilst he whispered little nothings in her ear, but she had to leave all that temporarily to find Jack, she knew her love would never be the same if Jack where not around. The two just fit, Jermaine and Jack, Two men who might have well been brothers by blood if not by friendship.

Everywhere they had ever gone it was always Jack, Jermaine and Jake standing side by side by side, unafraid of the dangers of the Galaxy. Sometimes they would raid merchant ships when they were kids and the look on their faces when they say the Hawk 5, Jack, Jake, Jermaine, Vladimir and herself, four nine year olds and a twelve year old with blasters pointed at them and demanding their cargo. They laughed, of course, up until Jack, and it was always Jack, shot one in the Leg and/or Genitalia.

"Hello to you to Ash-" Katnappe quickly cut him off.

"Katnappe! Katnappe you idiot! How many times do I have to tell you to call me Katnappe?" Jack smirked 'yep, same attitude as well'

Katnappe's glare slowly dissolved from her face and in replacement came a devious yet all the same seductive smile graced her lips, her eyes seemed to become darker with each passing second and her sharp nails uncurled from the ball the had previously imprisoned in that was called her fist, something that Jack always found frightening was her tendency to change emotions in a split second and this was no exception.

"So Jack, just what have you been up to you naughty little boy?"

R&R

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