Authors Note: Thank You, LL, for the review! It gave me the much needed nudge to get to work on chapter two! Hope you enjoy the continuation. Reviews are always greatly appreciated!
Each Minute felt like an eternity as Obi Wan pushed through the crowd, his lifeless padwan held tightly to his chest. As he saw the Jedi Temple draw closer his pace quickened. What had happened to his padawan?
Adrenaline coursed through Obi Wan's veins at the same alrming rate that the unknown poison coursed through Anakin's. Taking the stairs two and sometimes three at a time, the frantic young master reached the top in record time.
Jedi Healer Bant Eerin, who had grown up with Obi Wan could sense his distress through the Force. Their friendship through the years had formed a bond that served to comfort and encourage one another. She met him at the doors leading into the Halls of Healing. A slight gasp escaped the Mon-Calamrian as her webbed hand covered her parted lips. The sight of the feverish boy brought the same question from her, "What happened?"
"I don't know. It was crowded. He fell behind and I... I..." A hand rested on Obi Wan's shoulder directing him to a nearby medical bed. Anakin's small form was laid gingerly on top of the white sheets.
Obi Wan's mind spun in circles and he found himself unable to comprehend anything other than his dying padawan. Suddenly, Anakin's body shook violently, tremors shooting through his veins. Hands, pulling him away. Why? Why was he being taken from his padawan's side?
Alarms blared all around him as Obi Wan found himself seated in the waiting room. He was alone. The hands had left him in a chair, unable to move. His knuckles were white with strain, his own breathing irregular and clipped. Why couldn't he move? What was happening in the other room?
Time continued its sinister dance, seeming to fall into a slow motion swing. Obi Wan waited for answers. For news that Anakin was okay... or would he die? No! He couldn't think that way.
His senses slowly came back to him. He knew Bant would do all within her power to heal his padawan. Still though, he wondered if it would be enough. More questions clouded his mind. What had happened?
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Kren Po sat in twisted comfort amongst his peers. The small warehouse that provided them shelter was located in the farthest reachable corner of Coruscant, placing it well out of reach of the general area of search for the Jedi. With good cause too. The door boasted a large Anti-Jedi Sentiment sign above its frame.
The duracrete walls held many galactic species all holding to one unifying commonality. They all had someone they loved "stolen" from them by the Jedi. Humanoids, Rodians, Nautolians, Twi-Leks, Ithorians. But Kren remained the only Selonian in their midst
His black fur bristled along his spine, lips curled in a wicked smirk, a sense of vengeful justice overwhelmed his being. He felt as though his first act against the Jedi had been a success. Being a rogue Selonian was not easy. He had left all he knew including the need to make unified decisions to venture on his own. The agreed upon we do at once. The inevitable can take a little while. The old Selonian proverb haunted him. His actions had not been agreed upon. He simply did. But to a villainous mind, doing was all there was to do.
"Are you sure he is dead?" Falkun Adi unbent his brawny frame, unconvinced that the feral Selonian could have been so successful on his first mission.
"Dathomirian Poison kills in less than ten minutes, especially when its such a young child! Relax." Furry paws clasped behind the half cocked head. Kren slouched back in the overstuffed chair to increase his comfort.
"You fool! We have no idea if Datho can kill a force sensitive!" The Humanoid threw his hands in the air in exasperation. "I knew we shouldn't have let you pull off your first attack alone"
"Falkun, as we Selonians are so fond of saying 'The inevitable can take a little while.' You just have to wait my friend!" An evil spark ignited in the dark eyes.