Escape

Jordana and Anakin were side by side, being led down a hall from the chamber. Jordana looked over at Anakin. He was still pretty shaken up and she was beginning to wonder if he would be able to pull anything off.
Anakin?
Yeah?
I'm sorry…about what happened.
It's all right. Even in his thoughts he sounded tired.
My master and I have a plan. So just follow my lead.
Soon they reached the position her Master had told her about: the suspended walkway that over looked a large staircase. All that stood between them and the rust colored pathway below them was a waist-high railing.
Anakin...be ready.
She spun around, kicking the guard behind her in the jaw. However, more guards quickly rushed towards them, surrounding them. Jordana panicked, she hadn't expected there to be this many guards. Then the most peculiar thing happened: the guards all began clutching their throats. She looked over to see Anakin glaring at them, his fist tightly clenched. She seized this opportunity to break her handcuffs, then using her lightsaber to break Anakin's.
"What're you doing to them?" she asked, noticing that the guards were still gasping for air.
"Making them pay." He replied darkly, "So what now?"
"Follow me." she perched herself on the railing and leapt down to the stairs, followed by Anakin.
"So you thought of all of this in ten minutes?" he panted as they dashed through the Temple, heading toward the eastern end of the building. They slipped into a ventilation pipe and followed it to the roof.
"If you wanted one last sentimental moment before we die Jordie-"
"I know what I'm doing!" she snapped.
He followed her to the edge of the roof, where she stood dangerously close to the fall. She was peering over the drop, hardly moving.
"Do you trust me, Anakin?" she asked, extending her hand.
He didn't like where this was going, but then again, when had Jordie not been trustworthy to him.
"Yes." he replied, taking her hand.
Suddenly, one of the doors burst open and Mace Windu, Obi-Wan Kenobi, along with several other Jedi appeared before them.
"Well, this is a problem." he muttered.
But Jordana didn't move.
"Anakin, please, don't make this any harder." Obi-Wan pleaded.
"You've already done that Master. You and your Council."
"You know this has to be done. We cannot allow you to become a threat!" Mace shouted.
"Our lives our in our own hands now." She replied calmly, never taking her eyes off the fall. "You no longer have any control of them."
"This is your last warning, step down now!"
"Any more bright ideas Jordie?", he asked nervously.
She fell forward, pulling Anakin with her. They plummeted down between the highways of Coruscant, falling faster and faster as gravity caught them. Anakin closed his eyes, not wanting to watch Death's rapid approach. But instead of pain and darkness, he felt himself land on a cushion. It gave a bit, and bounced him back up before he returned to the cushion. He opened his eyes and realized that he had landed in a speeder that was being driven by Tahira. He heard a shriek and turned to find Jordana clinging to the back of it.
"Quick, give me your hand!" he called. He hauled her back in, and Tahira promptly put up the convertible's hatch. She grabbed two bags from the front seat and tossed them back.
"Change into the clothing in the bags, but leave your old clothes here."
Once she was dress, Jordana looked through the rest of the bag. There was a huge wad of credits, ration tickets, a pair of blasters, medical supplies: all stuff she knew Tahira didn't have.
They reached a landing platform with a back ally behind several night clubs. There was another black speeder waiting there.
"So what are we going to do now?" Anakin asked.
"I'm going to get you two off this planet. Follow that ally way, it will take you to refugee transport heading for Corellia in a half-hour. You should be safe there."
"But won't they come after us?"
"No because I'm going to fake your deaths."
"How?"
"You'll see. Now give me your lightsabers."
Reluctantly, they handed them over.
"Master, if I may ask, how did you accomplish all of this?" Jordana asked.
"I heard you and Anakin talking. I knew shit would hit the fan, so I called up an old friend for a very big favor. I'm not going to let the Jedi do this to you two."
"Tahira," she asked hesitantly, "Will I ever see you again?"
"Hell yeah! This ain't good-bye. Once things have died down at the Temple, I'm leaving the Order, and I'll come find you."
Tahira hugged Jordana tightly, trying desperately not to cry.
"Thank you Tahira, for everything." Anakin whispered as she hugged him.
"Anything for you two." She wiped a few tears from her eyes. "Just take care of each other. You two are all each other has in the galaxy right now. And remember, no matter what you end up doing, or what profession you have, always remember who you are, and where you came from."
"We will." Jordana hugged her tightly one last time.
"Get going you two. You don't have much time before your transport leaves."
"May the Force be with you Tahira."
"May the Force be with you both."
"Goodbye." she whispered sadly before they ran down the ally to their transport. Tahira watched them until they were out of sight.
"Goodbye my friends."