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AN: Here's part 9! Thanks for all the reviews. Enjoy and let me know what you think.

Origins: A Forever Destined Vignette

Part 9/10

Jayden felt the heat of the glowing energy on him as it barreled toward him. This Blaine person had somehow gotten a hold of some radical new weapon, no doubt designed to deal with powers like he and his father had. With no time to escape, he raised his shimmering saber, which blazed with white flames to block the massive beam of energy. It slammed into the young Jedi and his feet slid back, as he was pushed by the powerful force. His muscles burned, as he tried to overcome the attack. "Give it up brat, not even you can block this," Blaine said smugly. He was right, as the beam finally pushed through. Jayden twisted his body to keep from taking the blast to his chest. Instead, he felt searing pain in his left shoulder and arm, as the energy burned into him with a vengeance before finally dying out. He hissed in pain and clutched his burned arm. "Pretty wizard gadget, huh kid? Something like this would cost a fortune, but someone actually gave it to me. Someone out there really doesn't like your family," Blaine goaded. "Figures. A low life sleamo like you would need help to take on Jedi, especially if you plan on trying to go up against someone like my dad," Jayden spat, as he slowly pulled himself up onto his knees. Blaine growled and grabbed Jayden by his mop of sandy brown hair. Cruelly, Blaine kneed the boy in the chest and there was a snap, as a couple ribs broke. He dropped the boy back to the floor and kicked him in the stomach this time. He dropped him and then drew a dagger sized vibro blade.

"Try not to squirm too much while I gut you, Jedi punk," Blaine hissed, as he drew the blade back. But it was stopped by Luke's azure blade. He had managed to pull himself to his feet, even though his chest was on fire from the pain caused by the beam of energy that had hit him. "If you think we're going down that easily, then you seriously don't know who you're dealing with. Fight me without all your stupid toys and we'll see who comes out on top?" Luke hissed. Blaine barred his teeth. "You want a fight, kid? All right then," Blaine hissed, as he drew his sword and engaged in a duel again with the eldest Skywalker boy.

Marcus rushed to Natalie and knelt beside her, where Day'na continued to apply pressure to Natalie's head wound.

"Is there a med kit around here?" Marcus demanded.

"I…I think so," Day'na replied.

"Get it and I'll take it from here," Marcus said, as he replaced her hand on Natalie's wound. Day'na hesitated.

"Look, I've got basic healer training and I have to stabilize her until we can get her to the Temple. I'm not going to let one of my best friends die, now get me the med supplies!" he demanded, sounding much more like his girlfriend than his usual soft spoken self. Day'na hurried and retrieved the kit. She then watched the young man work, as he wrapped the head wound in gauze and then close his eyes with his hand over her forehead.

"What are you doing?" she asked. He didn't answer, but then opened his eyes a few minutes later.

"I started her in a healing trance. It's not the strongest though, since my healing skills are novice. It should be enough until we get her to Kimberly and Bant," Marcus mentioned. Day'na looked at the young fifteen-year-old in amazement. Who were these kids? In the last thirty minutes, she had seen these mere children, ages ranging from fifteen to nor more than nineteen, not only engage a seasoned sect of Mandalorian and hold their own, but also kill another seasoned bounty hunter and engage a legendary one. And from the looks of it, the young Jenna Skywalker was giving Cad Bane one of the toughest battles of his life. Her reverie was interrupted, as she witnessed Marcus twist around and block oncoming blaster fire with his emerald blade blazing to life in flash. He disposed of the Mandalorian lackey and then gently lifted Natalie into his arms.

"We need to move her out of the middle of all this, but moving her is tricky. Come support her head," Marcus ordered. Day'na didn't hesitate this time, as they hurried over to some crates and laid her behind them, providing some cover. As Day'na stayed with her young daughter, padawan Olin leapt back into the fray of battle, his emerald blade blocking any oncoming attacks that might find their way to his best friend's love. Regret and guilt were new emotions to Day'na and as she stared at her beautiful, brunette daughter, they began to eat her alive.

Jenna blocked Bane's blaster fire with expert precision and then leapt toward him, toppling him to the ground. Her fists hammered into his face and chest, as she prepared to tear him apart. Bane growled and shoved his feet into the young girl's abdomen, kicked her off. She landed painfully on her back, as he pulled his bloodied self to his feet. No child…especially not some little girl was going to beat him. He was the legendary Cad Bane, after all. He pointed his blaster at her, taunting her, as he grabbed a rope that was hanging from the rafters. As usual, when he knew things were dicey and he could not win, he would escape to have his revenge another day. He had been in prison for the last few years and he was not going back.

"Too bad I won't be here to see the look on your daddy's face when he finds your corpse, girly," Bane growled, as he fired. Jenna clenched her eyes shut and called on the Force, as she always did when in trouble. It always worked for her twin, but Jenna didn't except the same. But when no pain came and she was still breathing, she cautiously opened her eyes, finding a silver Force shield around her form. She smiled in amazement. In her time of need, the Force had answered her, just as it always had with her twin brother. She had always doubted her powers before, since they had always manifested themselves differently.

"You're just as special as your brother…young one," Jenna gasped, as she heard the familiar cultured voice.

"Grandfather…" she whispered, as tears welled in her eyes.

"Combine your extraordinary physical strength with your Force powers and you will be unstoppable," Yan told her. She hesitated, as she watched Bane climb the rope. She had always feared losing control. She knew her physical strength was often fueled by anger, which she never seemed to have a shortage of.

"Focus your anger. Use it…do not be consumed by it. Only then will you maintain control," Yan instructed. Jenna watched him reach the rafters and slowly make his way across the thin metal beam, trying to balance and not fall. He was not far away from the roof hatch. If he reached that, he would escape again and come back later to haunt the people she loved. Her jaw clenched with determination, her face clearly reflecting her heritage. Gathering the Force around her feet, she sailed into the air and landed on the rafter near him. Seeing her, Bane attempted to hurry across, but it wouldn't matter. The rafter they were on was suspended by two sets of steel chains on either side. Grabbing a hold of the chains on one side, Jenna pulled with all her might. Crying out under the strain, Bane could only watch in horrid disbelief, as the girl snapped durasteel chains with her bare hands. The beam fell on one side, sending Bane crashing to the dirty floor. It hung by one set of the chains, dangling in the air above the bounty hunter, while the young Jedi hung from the other, before slowly lowered herself to the ground. She loomed over Bane and he gazed up at her, snarling with blazing red eyes.

"Fine, you got me kid. So kill me already," he growled. Jenna smirked, unnerving the bounty hunter, for he had seen the exact same smirk on her father many times before.

"Nah, I think prison again is worse punishment, especially when all your cell mates find out that you got beat by a little girl," Jenna replied, mocking him. He growled and kicked his foot up at her, aiming for her chest. But she caught it and with a small twist, a snap was heard and Bane roared in pain, as she broke his leg. Jenna looked around for something to bind him with and found a very thin rod of durasteel around the crates, which was usually used in the bottom of shipping crates to stabilize heavy cargo. She bent it around him and shoved him back to the ground, before dusting her hands off.

"Daddy will be here soon to deal with you," Jenna said, almost sweetly, as she went to help her brothers.

Blaine laughed wickedly, as he fired his weapon that he had acquired in his travels. He didn't know who had created it, but he knew it was done with the intention of taking down Jedi, particularly the powerful ones in the Skywalker family. It wasn't cheap, but they were out there on the black market, no doubt to tempt those who believed they were good enough or those who were crazy enough to go up against Anakin Skywalker or his brats. Luke dodged the lethal energy blasts, completely on the defensive. With that weapon in his possession, Luke was not able to take any offensive action. He had survived being hit once with it and he wasn't sure he could do that again. That was unless he could get his brother to unleash his power again. He didn't have complete control of it yet though and it came in bursts of rage.

"Jayden…we need to end this. Natalie isn't going to make it if we don't get her back to the Temple soon," Luke called to him. Jayden understood and pulled himself to his feet. His wounded arm lay limp at his side, unusable, but he ignited his light saber with the other. It glowed with brilliant white energy and he began blocking the energy blasts with its enhanced power. Blaine snarled and turned the device up to full power. It hummed dangerously and Luke's eyes widened.

"You're going to bring this whole place down if you keep this up!" he cried. Blaine chuckled psychotically.

"That's the point. A couple of stupid snot nosed brats aren't going to beat me," he sneered, as he fired a large blast of energy. Luke's eyes widened and he watched, as his baby brother braced for the attack. It slammed against Jayden's blade and his feet slid back several feet. He tried to keep his footing, as he fought to keep the blast from obliterating the entire warehouse and everyone in it.

"I'm losing it…get everyone out of here!" Jayden cried, as he struggled.

"No way…we're not going anywhere," Luke said, as Jenna joined them.

"Our blades will crack under the pressure, but we can repel with the Force. Pour your strength into it and push it back," Luke instructed his sister, as they both emerged themselves in the Force and began to push it back. Blaine frowned, as he saw his glowing blast that hovered in the air slowly begin to creep back toward him. He growled and fired more, adding to the current energy's power and put more strain on the young Jedi that tried to push back. Everyone left could only watch the spectacle in awe.

"We're slipping…" Jayden cried.

"Marcus, get everyone out of here," Luke called. He nodded, as they started moving Natalie toward the exit. Blaine chuckled.

"Say goodnight kiddies," he hissed, as he fired another blast, increasing the power and strain on the Jedi.

"Son of a Sith…" Riley gawked, as they finally arrived and entered the tattered warehouse.

"What in bloody hell…" Obi-Wan swore, as they stared at large orb of crackling, technologically created energy. He barely saw Anakin dash by them and join his children on the other side.

Just as they were sure they would soon be engulfed by the searing energy, they suddenly felt some of the strain lift. They felt their father's presence and power around them before they saw him. His startlingly bright blue eyes pierced through Blaine, who now noticed Anakin on the other side. His glowing white blade crackled with silver electricity, as he crossed it with Jayden's, gaining a clear strong hold on the unpredictable energy.

"Repel up. We need to send this thing into the atmosphere or it's going to destroy everything around us," Anakin instructed. They did as their father instructed and the ball blasted through the roof, sending debris raining down on them. The ball of energy disappeared harmlessly into the atmosphere, dissipating as it reached space. Blaine snarled, as he prepared to fire again, but Anakin raised his hand and yanked the device from him, catching it in his hand. Blaine was now surrounded by Anakin, three of his kids, Obi-Wan and his son Wil. Their light sabers all lit and extended to him. To avoid certain death, Blaine raised his arms in surrender. Obi-Wan placed him in stun cuffs, as Riley scoped out the rest of the place, noticing that all the other Mandalorians, male and female, with the exception of Blaine and Day'na were dead.

"Nice work kids, but where's Ord?" Riley asked.

"He's that pile of ashes right there, thanks to Jayden," Luke said. Riley whistled and then noticed Bane. He smirked devilishly.

"Well, well, what happened here?" he asked in amusement.

"Jen did that," Luke mentioned. Riley laughed.

"Just wait till all the boys find out that big bad Bane got beat by a girl," Riley chuckled. Bane struggled.

"That isn't a girl. She's a freak!" Bane snarled. Riley frowned and then punched him in the face.

"That's my baby granddaughter you're talking about, sleamo," Riley growled, as he hauled him to his feet. They didn't waste anymore time and headed back to the Temple with their prisoners and the injured Natalie.

Padme's pacing ceased, as she saw her husband and three children finally return. They were in the healer's ward. Day'na and Marcus had arrived not long ago and Natalie was currently being healed. Her arms flew around her husband and their lips met in a short kiss, before she hugged her eldest son and her youngest twins.

"Natalie…" Jayden said, as his mother pulled back, even as he hissed from the pain in his chest. He was limping too.

"She's going to be okay. They're healing her now and you'll be able to see her in a little while. You're hurt though," Padme assured him. He sighed.

"I'm fine, nothing a dip in the bacta tank won't cure," he assured her. She nodded.

"I'll get a couple tanks ready for Jayden and Luke," Sola said, as she retreated into the med ward.

"But you're not off the hook and we'll be talking about your skipping classes later," Padme added. Jayden groaned. He and Natalie were so grounded. And he would be putting in extra hours in the gym. Grounding was his mother's way of punishment and heavy training was his father's.

Jayden sat down next to Marcus and his twin.

"I haven't got the chance to thank you yet," Jayden said.

"For what?" Marcus asked.

"Your quick thinking and first aid skills are why Natalie is alive," Jayden said, the grief in his voice thick with the realization that he had come so close to losing her. Marcus smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"You're my best friend and so is she. I'm not going to let anything happen to anyone I care about if I can do something to prevent it. You were doing your part and I was doing mine. I know you would do the same for me," Marcus told him. Jayden smiled.

"Count on it," he replied, as shared a brotherly handshake. Jenna rolled her eyes.

"You two are mushier than Natalie and me and we're girls," she teased. Marcus wrapped his arm around her shoulders and she leaned into his embrace.

"Too bad, you're stuck with us," he joked, as they continued to try and keep the mood light while they waited for news of Natalie's condition. Bail and Breha could barely contain their worry and Jayden watched his mother and older sister try to comfort them. He also watched his father leave, knowing that he intended to interrogate Blaine. His Aunt Sola called him and his brother. They followed her.

Blaine looked up at the entrance of his small cell, as the purple plasma bars disappeared and Anakin walked through.

"Well, well, the Hero With No Fear. To what pleasure do I owe being in the presence of such greatness?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcastic disdain.

"Just here to deliver a message. Duchess Satine has ordered that you be returned to Mandalore to stand trial. You'll be escorted there in three days by a Jedi team led by my brother and Ferus Olin," Anakin said simply, as he turned to leave. Blaine scoffed.

"That's it? I finally get an audience with the Chosen One and all you do is talk?" Blaine spat in amusement.

"I thought you were a man of action, Skywalker? I smacked your brats around. How are the young one's ribs healing up?" Blaine goaded.

"I thought maybe you would at least show me a little of that supposed power you have. Guess that pacifist little wench of yours has taken most of the fight out of you," Blaine hissed. Anakin smirked and pretended to lunge at him. Blaine jumped in surprise and then a scowl marred his face when the Jedi chuckled at his reaction.

"Yeah, you're not so big and bad. You'll be someone's bitch in Kessel for sure," Anakin goaded. Blaine clenched his teeth.

"I'd like to show you just how ruthless I can be, pretty boy," he snarled. Anakin smirked and brought himself face to face with the Mando warrior. Blaine's eyes widened, as the sapphire eyes before him flashed silver for a moment and a bolt of silvery lightning crackled around the Jedi, seemingly coming out of nowhere.

"Oh believe me, I would love to throw away all the rules and give you that fight. Right now, those rules are all that's protecting you from me ripping you apart for ever daring to come near my children. Just keep pushing me and the rules will go out the window," Anakin said dangerously. Blaine gulped nervously, hating himself at the moment. No one had ever gotten under his skin like this or frightened him so easily. He didn't like it one bit.

"Leave me alone, you freak!" he spat. Anakin smirked and backed away, before leaving. He saw his wife approaching him and he took her in his arms, relishing the feeling of her pressed against him and the way her heart wordlessly spoke to his. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her passionately and deeply. They parted and with arms around each other, they began to trek back toward the med ward.

"Luke is out of the bacta tank already since his injuries were very minor and Jayden is almost ready to come out. Natalie's head wound was treated and now she's in the bacta tank. She's going to be fine," Padme reported, as Anakin sighed in relief.

"Does Jay know?" he asked. She nodded. "Jenna communicated it to him through their twin bond," Padme answered, as she drew a shaky breath.

"What is it?" he asked, as they stopped.

"Somehow the Holonet has gotten word of everything that went down today and that Day'na, who has been arrested by the Jedi for various crimes, is Natalie's biological mother. There's about to be a media circus outside the Temple," Padme said. He sighed. Only someone in the Temple could have leaked that information and he had an idea of who had done so.

"They don't need this," Anakin said, referring to the Organa family and even their own son, who would be dragged into everything too.

"I know, but we'll get through this. Steph and Ethan are on their way. We'll set the record straight as we always do," she replied, as they continued on. They would make their statement, but it wouldn't stop the gossip. Nothing would and he was not looking forward to the Council meeting that would take place the next morning. They would bicker and accusations would fly, only further fracturing them. It was dangerous and an absolute breeding ground for Sith deception. Sifo-Dyas and his cohorts were out there somewhere, laughing…and plotting. Padme squeezed his hand reassuringly, as they entered the waiting room outside the med ward again. It was going to be a long night…