[All the Hours] FIN |Epilogue|

Um, Celtaé, calling your readers dorks won't help you in the long run.

I'll tell Empress!



This has been another reply.

 

Yeah, well, cursing a certain someone out didn't help me, either, now did it, Suzae?

I really enjoy the replies that are simply *reply*, really I do. I want more of them, in fact. GIVE ME MORE NONSENSE!!

AND GO VOTE IN THE FF AWARDS!!

TF

 

::Hands you a bag of nonsense::

And that'll be $15.78, please.

No, wait. You said 'give', not 'sell'. Aww.


I only have a few hours left before he catches me.

Evil, Bekka. Very evil.

More!

 

Oh great, I'm a fiend now? What in the hell did I do this time?

Great story Bekka! Only...1..Day...left! !!!

"North Spire"???

 

Sorry, no individual replies right now. Note to self: never drink rasberry... "nail polish remover". As per usual - REPY! I'll get back to you soon!

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[u]Chapter Eighteen[/u]
How It Feels
13 Hours Remain





?Senator, I am truly sorry that we cannot find proper transportation back to Naboo.? Captain Panaka said with grievous penitence in his voice, ?All shuttles that are going remotely close to the Naboo system are filled.?

?Yes, well, perhaps if you looked for shuttles that didn?t have to accomodate your entourage of a dozen plus guards ? not including my handmaidens ? we would be sooner out of this predicament.? Padme retorted regally as she clumped into the hotel?s lavish and immaculately designed lounge. The faint plucking of a string instrument did little to pacify her as it did the rest of the attendants of the lounge. Dragging the ill-designed and intricate dress bunched up under her arms, she swiftly moved up to a small table in one of the dimly lit corners and sat down heavily. Panaka thought it comical how she could be on the verge of a childish rage and yet still keep the air of a queen around her ? a learned art from years of training.

He quietly sat across from her and ignored the glare she sent toward him. ?Senator Amidala, I can assure you that you will not be delayed more than a few days.?

Padme looked over at him with coolly, ?See to it that we aren?t. Go.? She watched him stare at her with shock. Not in all of his years of protecting her had she acted this way to him; so much like a little brat princess in a tantrum. And in truth, she didn?t know why she was either; she wasn?t even disappointed that they would be stuck on Coruscant. Perhaps it would help her on her way to seeing Anakin once more. She had mulled over contacting the Temple, seeing if they would send a certain ?escort? with her. What with the restrained number of Temple-bound Jedi about, she was sure that it was very likely he would become her ?mighty protector? for the long journey to her home planet. She looked up from her musings to see that Panaka had already gone, his head most likely bowed in a solemn, silent plea for forgiveness. She would forgive him anything; why has she been acting this way? So angry? She felt not herself in the least.

?Did I hear you say you were going to the Naboo system, Miss Amidala?? A voice, decidedly masculine, spoke from over her shoulder with a charm that she knew well ? the kind that you learned either in schools or for survival.

?Why yes, I was just going to ? ? Padme looked up at the man speaking to her, looming over the table and casting a dark shadow over her. Though her vision was lessened greatly from the lack of light, the man sat down quickly across from her and she instantly recognized him. His picture had been smeared across the holonews enough. ?I was just returning to my planet, Mr. Miscoia. As you know, I am their Senator.?

As for Pat?reek, he sensed her underlying hostility, and he couldn?t blame her. He was? the scum that her maids washed off her priceless little slippers at night. He gave a sad smile that she didn?t return in the least. ?I could help you out, if you?d like.?

?I?d appreciate the kind gesture.? Padme replied, though she felt as though she was accepting dirtied goods from this? perverted little man that she felt nothing for but pity and sadness for the waste of such talent. Miscoia seemed to pick up on her every feeling towards him ? or perhaps it was just the stereotypical response he?d been getting from the whole of all he met after the events of the last few days; the burning of his apartment, the finding of his little ?hobby?.

Pat?reek leaned back in the chair and gave a little glance towards the door. Padme followed his gaze from sheer curiosity and met the eyes of a watchful Cor-Sec officer. ?Out on bail, just some guards.? he said. Yet Padme?s eyes didn?t give the least bit of recognition or caring. He looked away with shame and went on; no use in explaining to the deaf. ?Look, I was going to be going t

 

That's evil, leaving it there!

As per usual - REPY!

Repy? You going into politics, Celt?

 

eeeeeeeeeekkkk!!!!

 

I don't like the sound of that, there will be no tomorrow! Uppers!!!

 

Suzae - Repy? You going into politics, Celt? -- Pah. Politics. Politicians can't be trusted - of course, you should also remember that about me in general. [See also: Cliffhangers]

PaddyJuan - Eeeee!


ObiWan_Knievil - I don't like the sound of that, there will be no tomorrow! -- I was hoping that someone would pick up on the "somewhat" ominous tone. Thanks for the up!

Now c'mon, all of you! REPORT IN! STOP LURKING!


TF

 

?There won?t be a tomorrow, Obi-Wan.? Nik whispered from the window. And who pray tell asked you!

Evil cliffhanger, as usual.

 

I really liked that post. It really showed . . . Obi-Wan's insanity. I found that aspect very believable.

Now - post?

 

Yes, THERE WILL BE A TOMORROW!

There has to be a tomorrow!

AGHHHHHHHH!

*smashes head into window*

 

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[i]Just letting you all know that the reason it's taking a while to get another chapter up is that the last three chapters of the story are going to be posted rapid fire, so I have to finish the story. Trust me - after you read the end, you'll know why it took me a while to wrap my writing head about this one.

On another notes, voting in the [link=http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=10678020&replies=208]Winter FF Awards[/link] ends on Sunday, so if you haven't, go check it out. :)

That's all for now, I'm guesstimating that the story will be wrapped up by the end of the week.[/i]


TF

 

I just can't see this ending well! Please continue!

 

Giving this an UP!!

 

Thanks for the up - - and all the other comments. I know, I know - insane Obi is hard to give up.

Post tonight. And I'm not just saying that - I'm nearing completion of this hectic chapter right now. * Sigh * What did I get myself into?


TF

 

Where da post????

 

Make that the 1000 time I've failed to come through. I'm really sorry, guys. There WILL be one tonight, though. Of course, you're probably rolling your eyes about now.

I shall prevail!



TF

 

And at over 4,000 words, this weighs in as my longest/most hard to write chapter I've ever posted.

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[u]Chapter Nineteen[/u]

1 Hour Remains

This is the way the world ends




Anakin Skywalker stood in wait for his wife, listening to the familiar and oddly calming sounds of the surrounding hangar. He tried to look aloof and disinterested ? the perfect example of Jedi stoicism ? but after spending the first half of his life trapped in a space port, he couldn?t help but glance around at the bustling droids fixing and welding patches onto shuttles, carrying loads of luggage across the docking bay, and in general moving along with their lives. Anakin swallowed and stared down at the floor where his cloak brushed gently against the cold metal. He shouldn?t have left his master like that. He should?ve stayed until he knew exactly what was going on.

But he did know what was going on, and that?s what hurt so much. He didn?t want to run through this yet again within the confines of his mind. He shifted his weight and settled again as he went back to trying to inconspicuously watch every event in the hangar.

He had to admit that his wife?s taste in speeders was much after his own heart. It was sleek, with a polished gleam to it that made all of the light around it reflect and the speeder seemed to glow with supernatural grace. The shape of the engines caught him and his eyes seemed to stick on one spot. They were beautiful, in his opinion, but to him most machines were. The engines fit perfectly with the elongated, regal design of the speeder, but he couldn?t get over the appearance of them. He squinted at them and he had to agree quite completely that the shape of them fit most peculiarly with the speeder engine that had been hauled out of the wreckage of his and Master?s rooms not yet a month ago. It was quite an odd coincidence, really.

?Jedi Skywalker, Senator Amidala approaches.? the nearby guard informed and his attention darted back to the large hangar door to watch the troops of bodyguards and handmaidens file towards them. He couldn?t ? quite ? hold his grin back upon seeing Padme in her form-fitting handmaiden outfit, walking with guarded steps a few steps behind her decoy. He knew he should be watching the handmaiden in the lavish gown set to be Senator so as not to alert the unaware guards beside him that it wasn?t really Padme under all of that makeup, but he couldn?t take his eyes off of her. He felt her alert happiness at seeing him bubble up and it was all he needed.

?Senator.? Anakin nodded his head at the decoy and he had the instinct impression that she already knew that he knew what was going on. She nodded regally with quiet grace nonetheless and boarded the speeder.

?Jedi Skywalker, a moment?? Panaka pulled him aside before he could reply and launched into his speech, sounding more like a protective father than anything, ?This speeder belongs to Pat?reek Miscoia ? we haven?t had the chance to check it out, so if you feel anything wrong, please inform us now.?

Anakin reached out and focused on his surroundings, purging himself of distractions and tried to direct all of his attention on the dangers around him. ?I don?t feel anything wrong.? Anakin replied after his quick sweep of the area. He added with quiet disgust, ?Why is it Miscoia?s??

?A long story.? Panakin replied dryly, ?Right now, we?re using this transportation to get to the shuttle on Docking Bay N-3K, as there was no other option.?

Anakin nodded and looked over Panaka?s shoulder at Padme as she boarded the large speeder. ?Will you be accompanying us??

?Not on the speeder ? I?ll meet you at the shuttle along with a few of her other closest body guards. Take care of the Senator until we arrive.? Panaka paused a moment and let a little flicker of a smile cross his lips, ?And her handmaidens.?

Anakin watched him go with unease building in his stomach, but he shook it off. It was a speeder ride to a docking bay not a parsec away. He?d faced gundarks more vicious that a simpl

 

You . . . evil . . . *gasps for air*

It was ANAKIN?!? Oh, that's evil, TF. Purely evil. I must admit, the whole maniupulated dead, living reciever . . . I don't think I'm getting it. But a wonderful post, anyway. It's so important, that moment, because that's when Anakin turns, yes?

But . . . I have a question. If Padme died in that crash (or am I confused??), then where did the twins come from? The timeline of this is confusing me. A lot.

 

What an incredible story. Please post again soon.

 

Ya see - there is no set timeline in this story, mostly because it's warped as all hell, oba. To tell the truth, I don't think ANYONE will get this. I'm hoping that it'll just be "good" by the end of the story. Really, I think where the twins come in doesn't really matter when you read the next post and then the epilogue.

Thanks. I knew that it being Anakin was going to screw you all up. I felt like screaming "WRAP THAT AROUND YOUR NOODLE!"


TF

 

... [face_shocked]

*gasp* *gasp again* You killed Anakin. And Padme. But, wait Anakin's still alive and he's gone to the darkside, and you are going to kill Obi! [face_shocked]Evil! Are you sure you haven't gone to the darkside?

I reviewed, more!

 

::falls off chair::

BEKKA YOU EVIL, EVIL...

Argh.


Terrific post, even though it can be confuddling at times. I think this one's my favourite (and not only because it's so long).


I'm hoping that it'll just be "good" by the end of the story.

Of course it will be.


:resses 'certain button::

 

Oh my god Bekka, this was SO predictictable! I mean, what the hell? You could've at least not dropped so many damn clues! COULD YOU BE ANY MORE OBVIOUS?! and the living receiver? That is so lame! You could've been creative!

"Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?" Uh, shut the hell up, maybe?! WHY ARE YOU PARADING AROUND IN THAT STUPID AUTHOR SUIT!? GET OUT NOW!!

It is fate that has brought us here?! WATCH THE MATRIX MUCH?! [/sarcasm] (Don't be pissed at me everyone. This is a little joke between me and le Bekk. )