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Siri strode out of the room, and quickly made herself her favorite brand of coffee. Things have been going rough since the purge, but she was a survivor. She missed the days at the temple, when her and her master would go on missions together. Even though they were both Jedi, they would both be lying if they said they weren't attached to each other. Adi was the closest thing to a mother she ever had, and was a large part of her doing so well raising her own.
Her own child, who would of thought? How can something so small bring so much joy into one's life still amazes her till this very day. Just barely a year old, born 5 months after the purge. As soon as she found out she left the order, masking her presence, the rest of the order just assumed she died during her last mission. Things couldn't be farther from the truth. As soon as her mission was complete she knew she could never return to the temple unless she actually desired for her daughter to be taken from her. No, she could never live with out her, it was inconceivable. Instead, she found a remote home towards the edge of the mid rim. Onsur even though being in the middle rim was lightly populated, its planet was considered average size at best but only had a population a little over 2 million. Needless to say, things were rather quite around her house, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
Though things were not always that way, she moved into the house 6 months ago and has been living peacefully ever since. She did have a strange incident 9 months ago that more or less had made her decide to move here. A Sith, or a dark Jedi, she could not tell which it was, probably a dark Jedi for how easily she dis batched it. It suddenly appeared in front of her door in the middle of the night and with drew his lightsabre. Unfortunately for him, Siri was anything but an amateur when it came to blade play. The fight lasted for several minutes before she took his legs off right out from underneath him, quite literally to be precise. With her purple blade pointed at his throat she demanded to know who sent him and the answer made her cringe, Sidious.
The fact that he had found her had made her shudder in fear. What would happen if he took her precious angel? Even though she moved and did her best to live the quietest life possible, she always had that fear in the back of her mind that he would find her. To think, that at one point she actually assisted in saving the then chancellor, oh, if only she had known.
Putting her coffee back down on the kitchen table she walked over to her daughters room. She smiled, sound asleep the beauty of her child like face was ever so present. The gleam in her eyes was definitely from Siri, though she had her father's round chin and his hair. Her force presence was faint but there, which was surprising because of her parents. She figured that as soon as she was old enough to understand she would train her daughter in the Jedi arts. Eventually the Jedi would have to reemerge, and when they did Siri would make an appearance, and though she did not like to pre-plan her daughters life, she hoped that she would be by her side.
The air seemed to become dreaded by a dark shroud, the air instantly grew in humidity. Pulling out her lightsabre, she was careful to block the emotions that was running turmoil inside her right now, afraid to wake up her daughter in fright.
Walking back in the Kitchen she noticed the window was left wide open, the tree that hung in her yard was coming close to invading the clearing of her home. The dark presence was coming closer, she could feel it radiating on her back as if being pulsating from the sun its self. Turning around in a quick instant she sent a power force push towards the direction.
The visitor was caught surprised, instead of slamming into the wall it turned its body around expertly and pounced off the wall back towards Siri. Two red lightsabre's were drawn and clashed against Siri's purple one.
After the clash, the Sith was able to twirl its body above her head and landed perfectly behind her. Quickly twirling around Siri aimed for its torso, which the Sith easily blocked with a blade and used the other one to start to attack. The strikes started to come faster and faster, this new adversary was much more skilled than the play boy she so easily struck down months before. Raising her blade she parried an assault and slashed towards the Sith's stomach. Pulling one of its blades in a downward motion, it moved its body to the side and kicked Siri in the leg causing her to drop down to a knee. Reacting to quick to think it out she new she had to regroup, before she could, a hard elbow came down and nailed her in the mouth causing her to drop her lightsabre.
The Sith had a gleam in its eyes, not the usual bright yellow that glared through the dark orbs showing there lost soul. Instead it did show anger, that much was apparent, but it also seemed if the Sith was sad, depressed? Is a full fledge Sith capable of experiencing a deep stage of depression?
Looking down at the lightsabre, and then towards Siri which she was just now getting back on her feet simply just kicked back its lightsabre towards its owner. Siri looked on in shock, The Sith was toying with her. If she had any say in it, it would be the last thing it would do, she shuddered to think what it would do if it discovered her daughter. No, her daughter will not be a Sith!
Siri's attacks started to intensify, swiping for the feet the Sith easily jumped out of the way and went to stab towards her shoulder. Glancing her body to the left the blade just missed, swinging for the Sith's head it brought one of its saber's up and blocked her strike. There blades were in a dead lock, Siri could feel it calling on dark energy empowering itself, she could not hold off any longer. Moving the blades down, she instantly felt there blades start to twirl before hers went flying out of the room into the dining room slicing through her couch. The Sith reached up its hand and sent her flying through the room, banging on the outside wall of her daughters room. Looking up she could see the red blades pointing at her face, expected to be executed in her living room, praying to the force that she would over look her daughter.
Crying erupted from her daughters room, Siri cursed her self. She would still fight, but she had to think of something quick, before she could she was interrupted. The Sith had a dark glow from its face, its anger was just replaced by an even deeper state of depression. It looked down at Siri and started to speak.
"To the empire, your dead." It stated and glanced at her daughters room before back down at Siri.
"Go to the far reaches of the outer rim, and disappear. I'm not about to make a child mother less." It stated, even its voice sounded dark.
"If your found alive after today, I will be severely punished and then we will meet again. I will show no mercy next time, child or not." Deactivating its lightsabre's it opened Siri's front door and walked out.
All she could do was thank the force, her daughter had saved her life and was not even capable of speaking yet! Diving deep into the force she searched for an answer to where to go, Tantooine. She wished Obi-wan was alive, to help her raise there daughter, force she missed him.
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Jared hated the mines, with a burning passion. They were at it for six hours, and his arm was still bothering him. The healing trance did help, quite a bit actually but he knew it would be weeks before the pain was about gone. Force did he wish that he could take a vacation, but then again it wouldn't be prison.
To be honest with himself he did dread the fact that he did kill the guards that fateful night, though he never did regret his reason. Every night since that dreadful day he had dreamed of those men that he killed so needlessly. He truly did regret it, and if it wasn't for Padme he probably would of let death over take him already.
She needed him, whether or not she admitted it. There was no way a woman could survive these mines, not one filled with men that haven't had the joys of being with a women for years. Even to a former Jedi it was excruciating. Days he would wake up imaging Anara to be on top of him, both of them completely immersed in there pleasure. If he perhaps did not have a form of conscious, a form of right or wrong, much like some of the prisoners in these dreadful mines he might even be able to convince himself to force himself on Padme. She was an elegantly beautiful woman, her skin looked milky smooth, her lips plush and had a seductive look to them.
Though, to be honest he did fantasize about her, but he always kept his cool, keeping his thoughts to himself. He would never act on them, he couldn't, he respected her to much. What he wouldn't do to have a night with Anara again, to feel her legs wrapped around his waist. Closing his eyes he could still feel her lips pressed against his, her body pressed against his, the look in her eyes how it showed him how much she wanted him.
Picking up the spike again to start pounding away on the wall once more he looked down and blush, it was fairly obvious that he was thinking of seductive thoughts. Bending over to try and block the view he closed his eyes and silently wondered if you could dispense horniness into the force much like pain. Now wasn't the time though, instead he thought of things that would easily turn him off.
War Nope still in the mood.
Disease Which soon turned into another fantasy of having Anara as his nurse and "forcing" him to get better. 'Quite the opposite effect there Jared!' He chided himself.
"Jared, you okay?" Padme asked, walking up behind him.
"Um yeah, just tired that's all." He replied, still not moving not wanting her to see his excitement. Force this is embarrassing!
"Is your arm bothering you?" She inquired, obviously the tired answer didn't fool her.
"Yeah, its uh, pretty stiff." He replied not really thinking about the choice of words. Seriously, you couldn't think to say anything else!
"Here, let me see, my massages are pretty good. I'm sure it would help." Padme insisted, still oblivious on what was actually going on.
I'm sure it would... Damn it Jared snap out of it! Rusted ships, a wet Wookie, a rotting Wompa, a nude Bothan.
Thats it! Nude Bothans, fat disgusting naked Bothans. Looking down he could start to feel the deference and started to relax a bit.
"No, I'm okay really." He replied and started to swing away at the wall again, Nude Bothans, he would have to remember that.
After filling there bucket with the rocks they dug out, they filled there cart and started to push it towards the assembly line. Padme's foot caught a piece of rock the wrong way and fell on the ground. Jared instantly noticed her hood had dropped and revealed her soft milky face. Rushing to her side, he bent down and grabbed her hood and threw it over her head again, praying to the force no one saw.
"Look at what we got here." A man walked up, still holding his spike. A dark deep void covered his eyes, it was fairly obvious what he wanted.
"Keep your distance." Jared spoke in a clear firm voice. Looking around he saw they were being quickly surrounded 15 prisoners had noticed the little display. Shit! Reaching his hand out he grabbed the Senator's and gave a squeeze.
"I promise you with my life, you will not be harmed." He whispered just loud enough for her to hear, he could still feel the worry being emitted from the force. The soft spoken words had little effect. Turning around he saw a man pull out a vibro-blade, how he smuggled that one in was beyond Jared. Through the guards perhaps, that was the only explanation that made sense.
There was no way he could not use the force and survive this situation, the force told him to protect this woman and he was going to do just that. As from what Padme told him the empire was hunting force sensitive people killing them on the spot, he could only hope that the force would provide a way out. Never the less it wouldn't matter, Padme will survive, he was going to make sure of it.
Calling on the force he tore the blade from the mans hands and instantly beheaded another man that was charging him. It was obvious to the men that in order to have there way with her they would have to go through Jared. The lead man swung his spike, sensing the danger through the force he brought the blade and blocked the strike, twirling around he stabbed the man in the torso. Using his free hand he grabbed the spike and swung as hard as he could one handed, swinging it like a base ball bat he nailed the second closest man in the chest killing him on the spot. Another man pulled up his spike to swing at Jared, before he could even lift it Jared had slashed his throat and instantly chopped off a mans wrist that got to close for comfort.
The screams had no effect, when in a situation like this one of the first things a Jedi learns is to shut out the noise from there mind to help them concentrate. Stabbing a man in the face, he turned around and chopped another one's legs off, reaching behind he blocked a strike and stabbed the man in the sternum before turning around.
Five seconds, it took five seconds for Jared to reduce the number of 15 to 7. The men all seemed to back up, now knowing that this man wasn't to be trifled with. Needless to say to these men getting some much wanted sex wasn't worth there lives. Twirling the blade around in his hand, he brought up his other hand and waved them forth. No one dared to step up to the challenge, instead they just dropped there spikes and ran away.
"Thats why Jedi prefer lightsabre's, vibro-blades are just way to messy." He spoke as he turned to view Padme. She wrapped her arms around his neck and embraced him in a tight hug.
"Thank you." She choked out, almost in tear's because of her fear. Looking towards the guard tower he saw what he knew was coming, guards were coming for him and he couldn't resist. Dropping the vibro-blade he could only hope the force would bail him out of this. Though he had learned to master the mind trick technique he doubted he was good enough to fool a whole battalion of stormtroopers.
The two guards obviously gave him respect after that display, they knew he was force sensitive from the pull of the weapon into his hands. They both stood a 9 feet away, enough room to shoot if he tried to do something.
"Both of you are to report to your cells and stay there until we come and get you, is that clear?" The storm trooper spoke firmly.
"Yes, I'm sorry about all of this it was only in self defense." Jared tried to explain, he could get away with killing a couple here and there but this was to much, he had crossed the limit.
"Thats the only reason your not dead, the warden will want to speak with you. Until then, go to your cells and stay there." He once again stated, clearly confusing Jared. He should be dead for using the force like that, but instead there just sending the two of them back to his cell. He wasn't about to complain.
"Yes sir." He replied and him and Padme walked back to there cell's, uncertain what would happen next.