The Power of Emotions
Part Three
“He is the one.”
A man cloaked in midnight black robes, stared into a screen with a
picture on it, a film taken on Tatooine not that long ago.
A film of Anakin Skywalker.
Darth Sidious smiled to himself, and chuckled lowly.
“He is the one, the one that will be my new apprentice.” Darth Sidious
turned his chair around and stared at the walls of his throne room, deep
underground. He sighed, brooding about his old apprentice, Darth Maul.
“You’ve failed me, Khamier. Young Skywalker will not.” He paused for a
moment, his thoughts wandered to something else. “Qui-San
Jinn.....Perhaps I was too bold...she could never figure me out...She
will die....I will see to it...personally.”
Sidious stood and took off his robes. He ran a hand through his pale
brown hair, streaked gray with age, and straightened himself.
“I suppose it is time to get back to the meetings. I am the new
Chansoler after all.” Palpatine smiled to himself and laughed evily,
exiting his room.
* * *
Anakin walked through the many hallways of the Castle to reach Queen
Amidala’s room.
“Your Highness...” He called as he knocked on the door. “It’s me,
Anakin.” A faint shuffle was heard, and then the door opened.
“Come in, Anakin,” He handmaiden Padme said with a smile. “She’ll be
with you in a moment.” Anakin, clothed in his loose fitting Jedi robes
straightened as the Queen entered the room.
Amidala laughed, her brown eyes sparkling. Her long hair was braided,
and wraped around her head in a sort of bun. Her face was bare, no make
up was worn on it. She smiled at Anakin. “You needn’t be so formal, my
young friend. I am a friend of yours, no need for this bowing nonsense.”
Anakin smiled, and loosened himself. He had been tense, learning that
the Handmaiden he had met and befriended was actualy the Queen, but he
realized that no matter what title she held, she still considered him a
companion.
She embraced him, and Anakin said to her, “I’m Obi-Wan’s new padawan
now! I..don’t know where being a Jedi Padawan will take me, but....I’ll
never loose touch!” Amidala smiled.
“I’m sure you won’t Ani.” She replied. “I’m sorry to ask you to leave
so suddenly, but I need to go to bed. I must get up early tommorow to
meet with Boss Nass.” she gave him a soft kiss on his forehead and had
Padme lead him out.
“Bye Ani,” Padme said as she shut the door.
Anakin sighed and went off to find his master. Following the hallways
to where Obi-Wan had said he would be, Anakin came upon the hangar bay
where he saw Obi-Wan speaking to JarJar.
“Obi-Wa- I mean, master!” Anakin exclaimed, rushing up to him. Obi-Wan
hid a smile.
“Hello Ani,” He said. “What brings you around here? I thought you were
visiting with Amidala.”
“Visit got cut short,” Anakin explained. “What’re you all doing here?”
He nodded greetings to JarJar, and the other pilots that were present.
“Wesa tryin to repair a ship,” JarJar answered. “Mesa here ta do some
learnin. Dat way mesa can pilot Gungan Sub.” Anakin nodded.
“Master, may I help?” He asked Obi-Wan eagerly.
“If the pilots so choose to allow you,” Obi-Wan told him slowly. “Just
don’t get in their way, Anakin.” Obi-Wan smiled to himself, knowing
Anakin could contribute much to the repair of a ship.
“You and JarJar stay here for a bit...I have things I need to take care
of,” Obi-Wan told them. Anakin only nodded, busy untangeling the cords
that JarJar had somehow managed to wrap around himself.
“JarJar,” Anakin laughed, “How do you always manage to get into these
situations?” JarJar just moaned.
“Mesa berry unlucky,” He said. “Berry unlucky.”
Obi-Wan walked down the corridors leading to Qui-San’s quarters. He
soon arrived at her door, but sensed something was amiss.
“Qui-San?” He called, pressing the button that rang the bell. His right
hand was near his lightsaber. If his intuition was correct, he’d need
it.
There was no answer. The Force rippled, and Obi-Wan Heard a shout, and
blasters being fired, then a lightsaber being ignited.
Drawing his own weapon, Obi-Wan quickly sliced at the control panels
near the door that would allow acess to the room. The door shuddered
open, and Obi-Wan rushed in.
Four battled droids lay on the ground, parts strewn everywhere, and two
destroyer droids had Qui-San cornered. She refused to surrender, she had
been blocking their shots.
“Qui-San!” He yelled. Taking his lightsaber, faster then the droids
could process, he smashed it down on one, lowering it’s sheild. Qui-San
leapt into motion, slicing it down.
The second one couldn’t even get it’s bearings straight when the two
did the same thing to it once again.
“Qui-San, what happened?” Obi-Wan asked, glancing around the room. His
gentle gaze rested on her. Qui-San sat on her bed, holding her arm. The
material was now soaked with blood.
“I don’t know,” She told him. “I came in for a nap, and I wasn’t down
ten minutes when these guys showed up. I don’t know how they got in,
instinct awakened me.” Obi-Wan shook his head and looked at the Droids.
“It seems perhaps this was an attempt on your life,” He commented
worriedly.
“Well...I’m not sure. Whoever it was certinaly underestimated me.”
“Perhaps they were...testing your ability, to see what to deploy in the
near future?” Obi-Wan reasoned. Qui-San nodded.
“That may be it,” she said. She looked at Obi-Wan.
“I suggest we get that arm fixed up and report this to the council.”
Obi-Wan told her. She nodded.
“Let us first be sure the others are safe,” Qui-San said, grabbing her
bag and exiting quickly. Obi-Wan followed, their destination set for the
Hangar bay.
***
Anakin looked up from his work quickly, glancing towards the entrance
to the hangar bay. Qui-San soon entered, followed by Obi-Wan. Both had
worried expressions on their tired faces, and both entered with equal
caution.
“What happened?” Anakin asked, rushing over. His sharp eyes rested on
Qui-San’s arm, which was still bleeding.
“Qui-San! You’re bleeding.” He motioned her over to a seat, and
retrieved a first aid kit. Applying cloth to the wound, he stopped the
bleeding, and proceeded to dress it as Obi-Wan explained what had
happened.
“We need to contact the council,” Obi-Wan finished, nodding approval to
Anakin, who had finished with Qui-San.
“Thank you Ani,” She told him, hiding a smile. She could feel the Force
flowing through her, healing her wounds. She sighed, somewhat relieved,
and closed her eyes momentarily.
“I will go and contact Master Yoda immediately, and have him arrange an
audience with the Council,” Obi-Wan said, giving a brief nod to both,
and exiting, to catch Yoda before he left back to Coroscaunt in the
morning.
“I hope he’s not napping,” Qui-San said with a smile. She looked after
Obi-Wan for a moment, then her gaze fell on the ship that was being
repaired.
“Need some help, Panaka?” She asked, walking over to them, Anakin at
her side. Panaka replied by mumbling, she couldn’t really hear him with
his head burried in the area of the Ship’s motor. She took it as a yes
though.
Smiling, Qui-San went to work aiding Panaka and the others in the
ship’s repair. Though she was about 37 years old, she did some pod
racing, and is a decent mechanic. She glances up, where JarJar was
playing with a piece of the Ship. A Vital Piece. Sighing, and hiding a
smile, Qui-San went to retrieve it.
* * *
“In conclusion Master, we are unsure of her attacker, or what they
hoped to acomplish by this assult,” Obi-Wan told Yoda, still on one knee
before the old Master.
“A problem this is, if involved the sith are,” Yoda muttered, his aged
face now masked with concern. “Caution you must take,” He warned.
Obi-Wan nodded. “Find out what goes on, the council will. But now a
mission you must take.” Obi-Wan listened intently as The Jedi master
spoke, and was soon dismissed to do Yoda’s bidding. After exiting the
room, he headed for the hangar bay, where he, Qui-San, and Anakin would
set out on a mission that niether would ever forget.
*Submitted by Qui-San Jinn*