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So, here is: Chapter 6: Warned (Part 1), please enjoy!

Chapter 6: Warned (Part 1)

Blue eyes fluttered open and gazed at their master's chronometer, 4:30 clicks. Time to wake up.

Anakin groans to himself turning onto his back and streaking his robotic-hand down his face. He turns his head towards Padme's peacefully sleeping form. One of her hands was under her head and the other one was draped over her practically flat stomach. Though she wasn't one to show it, he knew she was extremely pleased with the fact that her body was returning to normal at record speeds.

Skywalker strategically rolled off the bed and went to his Jedi attire hanging in the closet. Without making a sound, he dressed with disciplined precision one receives with being in an organization such as the Jedi Order. Fastening his utility belt and reattaching his electric-blue lightsaber, he silently goes back to his wife and bends down, benevolently tracing her slumber-stricken lips with his smooth ones. She idyllically wakes with a sluggish response. As he parts and opens his eyes, her deep-brown ones do, too.

"Good morning," he greets with a smile.

Padme's eyes fall down and she mumbles what sounds like a 'good morning'.

"I'm going to the temple, I'll see you soon," he becomes more serious, "If you need something— anything, please, holo me," he pleaded; she wasn't one to call him, ever, due to how she didn't want to interrupt him…

He was so nervous, he didn't understand it.

"Mhm…" came her reply.

"I love you."

"Iroveoutoo…" she muttered with a smile.

He warmly kisses her forehead, "Sleep well."

Amidala already was.

After leaving the master bedroom, he entered the nursery. His children's peaceful force-signatures made his heart melt. Walking up to their cribs, he softly stroked Leia's velvet head, "I love you Leia," he whispers.

Her little fingers flexed a few times and her feet cutely twitched in response to her father's voice and presence.

Her father grins at her, "I'll be back soon, I promise."

He goes over to Luke's and does the same thing, to find his eyes are open and staring at him. Luke wasn't crying, he was entirely silent. "Good morning Luke," he says, ever so carefully picking him up. His son continues ogling, "What are you doing up, hm?" Anakin checks to see if anything is wrong, just encase, nothing. Luke's gaze seemed to be speaking a sorrowful do not go.

"I'll miss you, my son," he says to the baby cradled in the nocks of his arms. Luke's eyes soon started falling, even though he kept fighting to keep them open. His father puts him back into his crib and soon head towards the nursery door, not being able to torture himself any longer.

He has to stop at the doorway, and place his hand on the frame as a sudden rush of emotions took hold. It was like someone was squeezing his heart slowly, so he could feel every level of agony. It… it just didn't feel right, leaving his family. Somewhere in his core- he couldn't explain it, couldn't identify it, and the chill running up his spine… a warning? Or was it just new sensations?

He was going to have to do this, no matter what, one day or another.

His prosthetic hand tightens on the frame, and he takes a few deep breaths, and forced himself to take a step, and then another, until he was out of the apartment.

Once arriving at the temple, General Knight Skywalker slowly and silently walked through the halls. The sun has still not fully risen, so the glow was a frozen blue. He sensed someone coming down the hall and looked away from the numbing floor, it was Obi-Wan. "Good morning, Master," he greets with a Jedi bow.

Kenobi bows in response, "Good morning, Anakin. I've come to warn you beforehand about the meeting you will be attending."

Skywalker stiffened, "Do they know…?"

"No, no," he assures with a small smile that soon evaporates, "It is about some missing orders."

"Missing orders?"

Obi-Wan nods, "Yes, after a strange message came through to the temple from an anonymous informer, and some investigation, we have proof orders 64-70 are missing from the Galactic Republic Army Commands-"

Anakin turns extending his arm to the side with a puzzled look, "But that doesn't make any sense. I've looked over the orders myself, none of them were missing," he confidently states.

Nodding, Kenobi continues, "We know, this was the hard and… shocking part…"

Anakin was almost frightened by how Obi-Wan was saying this.

"It appears the orders were written over by a very powerful person, with further investigation it was discovered that…" he takes a painful breath, "… that they have been kept confidential and written over by," he pauses and closely observes his former apprentice's reaction, "…the Chancellor himself."

Skywalker's eyes turn a pale blue as a strange shiver is sent up his spine, just like earlier this morning…

Cautiously, Kenobi continues, "We need you to hack into his computer and find those orders, Anakin."

His back hardens, thus drifting away from the Master, "Break into the Chancellor's computer…" his eyes darken, "First, you want me to become a traitor, and now… now you want me to become a thief too?!" he protests.

"I never agreed to this— any of it! But the Council believes this to be the right course of action…"

Crossing his arms in his cloak's sleeves, Anakin turns away in anger. "I understand, Master Kenobi. Thank you for the advanced notice," and then he storms off, his cloak rippling behind.

Obi-Wan stokes over his beard and turns toward his barracks to meditate.

Anakin found himself in the Temple Infant room, not thinking about the Rubian child his eyes met, but the children his mind saw. He hadn't even been gone three hours, and already he missed them dearly. How was he going to do this the whole day, or week, or… He couldn't stand the thought of more time akin to this.

Time…

He gazes at his wrist-chronometer. Wait, that can't be right!

He was late to the meeting, so very late. "Blasts!" he says running out of the room and bolting down the halls. The other Jedi walking through them knew the only Jedi who runs wherever he goes.

Halting at the doors to the council room, he cleanses with a breath and straightens his uniform. He opened the doors and walked in with a calm completion.

"Young Skywalker, how nice of you to join us," Windu says with a hardened tone.

"I apologize masters," Knight Skywalker comments as he takes his given seat.

All eyes are on him, but he acts oblivious, "Talking about you, we were, young Skywalker," Yoda says with a shaky turn of the head.

Anakin looks at him.

"New assignment, it is about."

Ki-Adi-Mundi takes the stage now, "We have discovered a very suspicious act Chancellor Palpatine has committed. The Galactic Republic Army Commands are missing orders 64-70, and Palpatine is the main hand in this. Due to this information, we need you to retrieve these files from his computer, if indeed they are there."

With a silenced sigh, the Knight nods, "I understand, Masters."

Ki-Adi-Mundi nods, and Master Plo Koon speaks with his hands pressed together in front of his head, "We also need you to tell him about…"

Anakin barely takes mental note of the following list of conversation to discuss, his mind slips to other places, other things, and other choices.

He was uneasy, listening to the Chancellor talk.

Skywalker had been here for over an hour trying to get a moment without Palpatine in the room so he can start downloading the files to decode at the temple. "…I hope that helps answer the question." The question had been one the Council had wished he ask.

Anakin looked up at him from his chair in front of the massive desk, "Yes, it does very much."

"My dear boy, is there something bothering you?" the elderly man asks.

Right when Anakin was about to say something, Mas Amedda walks in with his usual chary presence. "Chancellor," he stretched the word in a peculiar way, "You are needed."

Palvatine pats his hands on the chair's armrests, "Ah, I had forgotten about my previous meeting. I believe I double scheduled, I am sorry, might we continue this at another time?"

Skywalker was uncomfortable with the Chancellor, for the first time in his life, something didn't feel—correct— about him. "I don't mean to hold you up."

"Nonsense," and with that he stands up, "We will be meeting tomorrow, correct? To discuss the effect of Obi-Wan Kenobi's resent victory?"

"Yes," he replied rather distantly.

"Until then," he joins Amedda and they leave the room.

His time to act was now, if he was ever going to. His feelings were torn on this, but his sensation of discomfort made him want to find out what is in these computer files. Going around to the corner of the desk, he reached over and flipped a switch. The machine hissed to life. Still reaching over, because sitting in the chair isn't... right, he circles his finger on a pad to bring the screen out of hibernation.

'Password Required'

Anakin didn't expect anything less; but whether or not that was there, the device he was using doesn't rely on access, just presence. After a few milli-seconds of looking for the jack to plug the small-cuboid into, he pressed it on and watched the loading bar on the insignificant-screen.

10%

No one was around; but why does he feel so watched? His guilty conscious must be getting the better of him.

20%

There was a chill in the room, it made Skywalker very jumpy.

40%

Wait, someone was coming, he could sense it!

59-%

He pulls it out and moves back to the chair he was sitting in; no way to see the difference.

The footsteps became louder, and louder until it was finally in the room; it was Halle Burtoni. "Oh," her croaky voice sounded, "General Skywalker," her eyes squint with discrete discuss, "Do you know where the Chancellor is?" she rests on her cane in the doorway.

"Yes, he is in a meeting."

"Oh, so I see, thank you," then she starts hobbling away.

After sensing her signature reach a beyond comfortable distance, he goes back and completes the downloading of all the files. Taking the device in his hands, he looks at it. All this didn't feel right, but he had completed the mission.

He walked out of the Chancellor's office, and down the endless and lonely halls. Only thinking of one thing now, his family; checking his wrist chronometer, he perks up with an idea. He won't be expected back at the Temple for at least two hours. And the Apartment is only blocks away; his spirit was instantaneously euphoric. Picking up his speed, he reaches the Azur Angel and goes up to his trusty-companion, R2-D2. "R2?"

The droid's dome spins so his eye is looking at his master, 'Whistle', he salutes.

"I need you to keep this," he takes out the hacked-files' device and hands it to the droid, "Take good care of it."

'Beep twirl.'

Skywalker grins, understanding the droids basic-chatter, "Thanks," he says hopping into the piloting seat. R2 diligently closes the hatch and sets coordinates back to the Temple, "We're going to the apartment, R2, you can let me take control from here," the ship begins to take off under Anakin's guidance.

To be continued...

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