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Amidolee Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 6/24/05 9:44am Subject: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda) - Mar. 1 - Date Edited: 3/1 12:09pm (46 edits total) Edited By: Amidolee
	::deep breath:: Greetings, salutations, and what up! Thanks to RotS, I've finally come back to the JC and SW universe, and I've finally decided to give my plot bunny the attention it thinks it deserves. The story begins during AotC shortly after Anakin goes kill-happy on the Sand People, and it goes all AU from there. Some of you oldbies might remember my Sabe trilogy, and there will be parts reminiscent of it, but this is not a romance. Okay, I'm nervous and will just shut up now. TITLE: One Prick to Bleed AUTHOR: Amidolee Summary: An AU beginning during AotC, featuring Sabè, Anakin, and Obi-Wan. Disclaimer: I own nothing, except my muse, and even that is doubtful. Chapter One Balance. A word hanging in the air, filling the shadows looming over the deep chamber like a sentry. An idea warring the shadows against the dappling dance of evening Coruscant traffic, like whirling grains of sand in a dust storm. But the shadows belonged in the chamber, wrapping around the smooth, curved structural pillars; they revealed the chamber’s height, its depth, but invited the mind to search for more than where the flickering, moving lights touched. The lights belonged here, too, in their play. Once the sun rose, the shadows would begin their slow, graceful bow to the light, but they would not leave. Shadows belonged in the day as much as light in the night. They were balanced. Jedi Master Yoda stood gazing through the curving transparisteel wall of this secreted chamber. He knew many Jedi found the breathtaking, dazzling chaos of Coruscant nightlights distracting to the initial calm needed for meditation. If he so wished, he could seal this view and bathe his chamber in complete, controlled calm. But Yoda preferred balance. A tricky thing, balance. Yoda chewed thoughtfully on his gimer stick . He might have chuckled at the chemical jokes he knew were traded among the Jedi, if his thoughts were not so serious. Large, rounded green eyes reflected and absorbed the sunset and traffic, the white beams approaching and then curving wide around the Jedi Temple as reserved, red lights flowed away to be lost in the flicker and blaze of a technological sea at sunset. White against red. Coming and going. But from another perspective, the lights were reversed. The only absolute . . . they flowed around the Jedi Temple. Its spears pierced through the moving sea of lights, a reaching, towering rock that split the current, disrupted the flow and forced it around. Despite the warm, soothing glow that bathed the Temple at night, a relative darkness ringed the empty space between the constant movement of Coruscant and the home the Jedi. The Keepers of Balance. Yoda breathed slowly, clasping his three-clawed hands over his stick. Very few Jedi understood the balance they served to keep. All light, it was not. The Force was not simply split into absolute Light and Dark, nor Good and Evil. Even if it were divided so simply, so complacently, one side of the Force could not exist without the other. Without darkness there can be no light. The Force is truth. Undeniable. In everything, of everything . . . Absolute only in itself. It is always light and dark, moving through gray. Flickers of light in the dark. Shadows creeping into the light. The Jedi, the universe, lived in the gray, moved through it; flickers of light trying to penetrate darkness. But the darkness also moved. It could only be displaced, perhaps spread and thinned, but it would always be there. Unless . . . Balance, so fragile. One grain of sand . . . Yoda did not need to turn his head and fully illuminate his chamber to know. Once the light banks were fully powered, the shadows would disappear, and the room would seemingly lose its depth. The mind would not be aware of shadows. Only a round, lighted chamber would it see. Better to be aware of both the light and the shadow. A soft, barely audible sigh escaped the diminutive Jedi Master. Balance he understood, the dance of light and dark. Yet most did not, even though balance was a prime concern of the Jedi Order, a concern constantly discussed and whispered in the wake of a prophecy. A prophecy to bring balance to the Force. Unbalanced, prophecies often were. Yoda started to nibble on his gimer stick again when he felt the faint presence. The reason he was here tonight. He closed his eyes briefly, gathering himself. Then he turned slowly, absorbing the curving shadows, the waving depths of low illumination into the rounded darkness. For centuries only he had entered this chamber and then opened it to another. No other Jedi in the Temple knew of it, but there were other chambers like it. Other Jedi Masters who entered them and played the dance of light and dark. The Order moved around these chambers like the traffic around the Temple. Yoda stood in the center of the chamber. With a slight push of the Force, he allowed the apparently seamless wall to give entry. A door slid away, sending a rectangle of faded light to slice through cupped shadow. Yoda’s large ears pricked slowly as the silhouette of a robed figure softly probed the new bank of light. It moved gracefully into the room, steady and unperturbed by the door silently closing behind it. When the robed figure reached Yoda, it knelt down smoothly, seeming to pool before him. “Sabé,” Yoda spoke quietly. “Master Yoda,” the figure spoke softly, respectfully, raising her hooded head to meet his eye. Yoda observed the dark, strong eyes of the Naboo woman before him. Such stillness rested in her delicate, beautiful face, though he knew under her calm she was curious, anticipating the meaning of this meeting, and though unknowing of the task he was about to set her, she already accepted it. He had seen so many faces like this. Young but aged. Souls stilled. Lives stopped before they began so that others may live. Jedi. Yoda reached out and gently touched the forehead of Sabé Mabriee. Not a Jedi, this one. But choices and paths, all part of the Force, brought her here to the Temple. A sad heaviness moved in the tiny Jedi as his claws gently brushed the dark, thick hair just under the cowl of her hood. Her eyes widened ever-so-slightly, and Yoda knew she sensed the heaviness around him. He knew she was inquisitive, burning to know why, but she would not ask. She would wait for him to speak. If he did not speak of his sadness, she would not ask, for she knew her place well. “Dark times are near, young Mabriee,” said Yoda. He clasped his claws over his stick again. “Shifting, the galaxy is. Power less spread.” The former handmaiden’s eyes hardened, her mouth tightened slightly. Yoda did not need to state a fact his protégé was well aware of, of which power in the galaxy he spoke. “Heard you have of the prophecy of the Chosen One?” “Yes, Master.” A flicker of curiosity, like flecks of gold in her dark eyes. Yoda smiled inwardly. Stoicism could only hide so much. “Some believe the Chosen One will bring balance to the Force.” She paused only a moment, taking Yoda’s silent prompt. “Some believe it is Anakin Skywalker.” In her presence he could find no trace of emotion over this statement. Distant. Neutral. Studied distance, perhaps, but distance nonetheless. “Indeed,” said Yoda. He turned and walked a few paces away. Coruscant . . . so alive with life, yet the planet itself was dead. Destroyed by the very life it served. “Uncertain prophecies are,” he said. “The Chosen One Anakin Skywalker may be, but unclear the prophecy is. Delicate, the balance is.” If Anakin Skywalker was to bring balance to the Force, then there would first have to be a great disruption, a disturbing tilt to either dark or light. Yoda had studied the prophecy. He was still studying it. The Unifying Force and the Living Force and the prophecy’s many interpretations . . . it all pointed to great darkness. Perhaps Skywalker would restore the balance, perhaps he would not. The cost of the prophecy, if it did indeed restore true balance, could be devastating. Ever since Qui-Gon Jinn had brought the boy into the Council chambers, Yoda had been meditating and observing, moving through the Force. He had spoken his doubts, but Yoda would not bend the will or thinking of the other Council members. He could only guide and reason, and hopefully open more minds to this delicate situation. Some saw the danger, others saw hope in a misconceived notion of balance and prophecies. But Yoda, in all his study, had finally been given something definitive and clairvoyant. The Unifying Force and the Living Force had screamed it through him. Anakin Skywalker was being consumed by darkness. Yoda remembered the strange, dark shift of the Force around the time of Skywalker’s birth, though he had not known its source or reason at the time. But the heaviness had been clouding and thickening through the years—and now it clenched like a fist, poised to strike. The attack on Tatooine was miniscule compared to what is to come. Yoda returned to stand before Sabé. She knelt on one knee, her arms crossed over the other knee, the hood flowed over her head into the cloak in one smooth line to the floor. The small shoulders under the fabric were relaxed and hidden, but she was attentive, poised, waiting for her duty. “Great darkness I sense in Skywalker,” he said softly. “Killed in hate on Tatooine he has.” Tension slid along her jaw, barely perceptible even to Yoda’s sharp eye. He could feel her gathering, bracing, through the Force. He told her what he saw, what he felt, knowing each word the young woman was comparing to the small boy she’d known before coming under Yoda’s service and the controversial Padawan she’d glimpsed when Yoda’s missions sent her into his path. He could sense her disbelief and confusion, and then she reached out, searched her observations and feelings, searched Yoda and what he’d taught her. Her eyes had fallen to the floor, to his clawed feet. Yoda waited to feel her acceptance and openness, waited for her to be ready for his next words. The heaviness and sadness flowed through him, slow and painful, thick and clotted. She lifted her eyes, feeling it. Open. Waiting. “Stopped, Skywalker must be.” Her mouth opened. Then closed. “Stopped,” she said. Almost a question, but not quite. Her chin lowered slightly as she stared at Yoda, clarifying his meaning, though he knew she understood it instantly. “Yes.” A silence fell. Leaden. Studied. He let it fill the room, let his pupil collect and absorb. “Master Yoda,” Sabé said quietly, so controlled. “Surely the Shadows—” “No. Too delicate the situation is. Know a Jedi cannot.” Her gaze fell to the floor briefly. Yoda did not need to elaborate. She knew her purpose, knew why certain secrets were kept from the Jedi. It had been the earliest of her training to understand this. The Jedi Shadows, a special, elite group of Jedi chosen to destroy those who’d turned to the Dark Side, were whispered about among the Order. Their identities were kept secret, but the Council did not deny the existence of them. But the matter of Anakin Skywalker could not be dealt with by a Shadow. The Council could not know, and certainly not the Order. “To Tatooine you will go,” said Yoda. “Engage Skywalker in battle, you will not.” “Yes, Master Yoda.” “Stop him, you must, before he rejoins Master Kenobi.” “Yes, Master Yoda.” Yoda paused, his claws etching into his toughened skin. He gazed at the young woman kneeling before him, accepting this act some would call betrayal. Accepting she may very likely be facing death. Yoda reached out and cupped her chin in his tiny hand. Served me well, she has, he thought sadly. Only five years. He had not taken on an . . . assistant in a long time. Twenty-three years. The Force was giving him no hint whether or not he would soon be waiting for another. “Meditate, we will,” said Yoda. He settled onto the floor as Sabé lowered her hood and folded her legs before her. She met his eye as her hands rested on her knees, palms upward and open. Then she closed her eyes and breathed deeply, opening herself completely to the Force and sinking into it. Yoda closed his eyes as the Force flowed into him, through him, and between them, knowing it could be the last time he communed with his pupil. ~~~~~ Whew. -----signature----- Mar. 1 - One Prick to Bleed: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/20423905/p1 "You're like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness." Dean to Sam in Roadkill.
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Miana Kenobi Title: RSA & NSWFF Manager Moving across the pond Registered: Apr '00	Date Posted: 6/24/05 9:53am Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda)
	Not a romance?!?!?! Great start!! Ooooh... Sabe has to take out Ani. FUN!! Super hugs Great to see you writing again, babe!! -----signature----- You can't take the sky from me. He tini nga whetu e ngaro I te kapua iti. Dyslexics of the world, UNTIE!
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Amidolee Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 6/24/05 10:00am Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda)
	::hugs Miana:: Well, not quite a romance. I think assassination is a mood killer, don't you? And now I've got to make those e's right . . . -----signature----- Mar. 1 - One Prick to Bleed: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/20423905/p1 "You're like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness." Dean to Sam in Roadkill.
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Senator_Lorena Registered: Oct '03	Date Posted: 6/24/05 1:19pm Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda)
	Just as I suspected. Your writing is better than ever! I am curious to how Sabe has become available to do Yoda's bidding and how she could confront Anakin. I'm sure a background story is somewhere in your mind or stored in a computer somewhere! I still envy your gift of descriptive writing. As a journalist, my method of writing is very straightforward and not as much fun. Can't wait to read more! Welcome back to the fanfic boards! ~SL~ -----signature----- "Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars. ~ Less Brown "For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him." ~ John 3:17 NIV
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AngelQueen Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 6/24/05 1:57pm Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda)
	Wow... This definitely a twist! Sabé is going to try to take out Anakin before he can do further harm to the galaxy... well, maybe that isn't the best choice of words. Do or do not, and all that. This is a great beginning, Amidolee! I'd read your Sabé Trilogy way back in the day and when I saw that you had begun something new, I jumped right in and I'm not disappointed one bit! Wow! Very cool! But just what reprecussions will this have in the long run? If Anakin dies before the twins are conceived, then things could very well be made worse. On the other hand, big and sometimes very bad things happen and the Skywalkers are more often than not right in the very center of it. If they aren't there, then what would happen? I'm full of questions, Amidolee! Can't wait for more! AQ -----signature----- "Anakin, my allegiance is to the Republic, to democracy!" "If you're not with me, then you're my enemy." "Only a Sith deals in absolutes. I will do what I must." "You will try." Obi-Wan and Anakin
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MasterSareBabe Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 6/24/05 3:59pm Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda)
	I am not really a Sabe fan, but maybe this story will change my mind. Let me know when you update, ok?
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Sara_Kenobi Registered: Sep '00	Date Posted: 6/24/05 7:43pm Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda)
	This looks really thrilling, Amidolee. And it's most great to see you back again.
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AngelQueen Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 6/25/05 10:22am Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda)
	Just upping after reading the first post again! AQ -----signature----- "Anakin, my allegiance is to the Republic, to democracy!" "If you're not with me, then you're my enemy." "Only a Sith deals in absolutes. I will do what I must." "You will try." Obi-Wan and Anakin
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Amidolee Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 6/26/05 9:24am Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda)
	Yay, people are replying! So, I guess I'll put up another post. Funny note: for months now, this story's working title has been "The Hand of Yoda," playing off the whole Emperor's Hand thing. But dear friend Jen simply died when I first said it, Heather giggled evilly, and then I couldn't just shove the image of, you know, the hand up puppet Yoda's ahem So I definitely needed another title. I still wanted to the pun-play on hand--handmaiden--but it kept going back to the puppet thing, so that had to go. Senator Lorena: I thought my description was going down! And, yes, there is backstory. Brought to you in interspersed backflashes. AngelQueen: Hello! Truth is, Yoda saw a vision of Luke whining to him on Dagobah and thought "oh, dear sith lords, nooooo!" Ok, not really, but it's funny to think so. Repercussions? Oh yes, I'm just trying to decide how far I want to take the story into them. I've got quite a bit plotted out, but some of is still open. I'm not planning on this being some epic trilogy, but if the bunny is frisky . . . MasterSareBabe: Hi to you too! Not a Sabe fan? gasp I'll have to change that, though I'm not sure if you'll like her too much here. This Flashback brought to you by the Department of Backstory, Inc. Naboo, ten years earlier . . . Quiet had finally settled over Theed Palace as Sabé silently made her way down the east garden corridor. Her feet ached and her eyes itched as they scanned the shadows formed by the arches bordering the gardens. The revelries were finally over, the stragglers had been kindly but firmly escorted out of the ballroom and into the city. Only the night security remained awake as the silver moon began its descent into the dawn. Well, night security, Captain Panaka, and her. As she passed under one of the soft yellow orbs illuminating the corridor, Sabé stifled a yawn. She should have just gone to bed once she’d sent the Queen and the others to restful, glorious, exhausted sleep, but she’d taken the responsibility of escorting young Anakin back to his chambers he was temporarily sharing with Obi-Wan Kenobi. The kid could barely walk and seemed rather disoriented and confused when Molnè, one of the palace hostesses, had tried to be his chaperone. And she’d wanted to be sure Anakin would not be left alone. But Jedi Kenobi had been there, apparently sleeping like any sensible person would at that hour. The door to his room had been closed, but through a yawn, Anakin said he could sense him, and so Sabé left once Anakin was fast asleep. She should have gone to bed then. Everything was secure. But she knew Panaka would still be awake. Grumpy with his usual anxiety over possible danger to the Queen. Sabé could not blame him. The Trade Federation may be planning something other than licking their wounds. But Captain Panaka had grouchily ordered her to bed. “How would you like to play decoy tomorrow without even an hour’s sleep?” he’d demanded when she’d offered to assist him. “About as much as I’d like our head of security to operate on chemical stimulants in the morning,” she’d replied. Panaka was not one to take jokes in the wee hours. So, Sabé left Panaka to torture night security, but she knew it would take her a bit longer to wind down. The long way back to the Queen’s Royal Chambers, a stroll through the east gardens . . . So peacefully silver in the moonlight, and the romula roses would be blooming . . . Sabé entered the lavish, sloping garden under a vine arch flourishing with white petals. The soft, sweet fragrance cooled her face. The mossy path cushioned her slippered feet. She paused to remove the ballroom slippers and sighed deliriously as the dewy ground healed her aching feet. Then she followed the winding path, letting her mind empty to the soothing distant roar of the Solleu waterfall and trickling play of the garden’s own pools and falls. A calm breeze brushed the leaves, adding to the whispers of the night. Around her Theed glowed warmly, softly, without masking the breathtaking night sky above her. The young handmaiden smiled as she gazed into the stars absent of blockade ships. She’d missed the Naboo sky. Tatooine, though clear and beautiful at night, had felt hostile and treacherous. Coruscant . . . she shuddered. How anyone could live on such a planet! She paused at the romula roses and reached out to touch a silky petal. This particular plant was four hundred years old. It wound around the seppa tree’s trunk, then burst out below its branches, curving all the way back to the ground. The roses, encased in thick, dark green pods in the daylight, stretched toward the moonlight like graceful, spread hands. Sabé loved the icy blue, silken petals. They reminded her of the sparkling falls she heard wherever she went in Theed. As she continued down the path, now marked by stones from caves all over Naboo, Sabé sensed another in the garden up ahead. Although it was not uncommon to find someone viewing the beautiful nature at night, Sabé’s hand moved instinctively to the blaster concealed under her gown. Her fingers slipped through the slit within the skirt’s folds and clasped around the hilt. Perhaps it was merely a couple who’d failed to notice the celebration ball’s end or somehow slipped security’s sweep. It might even be one of the nightwatch searching for romantic stragglers . . . But somehow she didn’t think so. Moving silently, her hem barely brushing the grass, Sabé crept around the next bend. It would open into a pond with secluded gazing alcoves, perfect for anyone wanting to sit and reflect. She’d been here many times, knew every alcove. Her training told her to draw her weapon before coming into the clearing, but Sabé paused, her senses prickling, tingling. Not urgently, as in battle. Subtle. The faint tingling she’d come to associate with Jedi. Was Jedi Kenobi still awake? Had Anakin been mistaken? Sabé, senses alert, stepped into the pond clearing. At first she saw no one. Then her eyes fastened on a tiny figure sitting on a rock at the pond’s edge. She recognized the long, pointed ears and frosty, wispy curls of the one introduced as Jedi Master Yoda. She stopped, studying the still creature. He could have been a statue. Or one of the swamp creatures the Gungans kept as pets. Only the simple brown robes assured her the leafy pads floating over the dark water were not his natural home. Or, perhaps, he would feel perfectly at home there. Sabé could almost see the peace emanating from the Jedi. Perhaps it was he and not the breeze that made the garden sing tonight. Just as she thought to fade silently back into the garden and leave him at peace, the Jedi Master spoke in a soft, gravelly voice. Somehow she didn’t jump, somehow he did not disrupt the peaceful quiet. “Young Mabriee, it is.” She almost gasped in surprise. After a moment, she found her voice. “Yes, Master Yoda,” she said just as quietly. Timidly. “I did not mean to disturb you.” “Disturbed me, you have not. Join me.” Her heart fluttered a little at the invitation. Even now, after all she’d been through since the invasion, she couldn’t suppress some of her awe. Although Naboo was on the outskirts of the Republic and removed from its affairs, the legends and mysticism surrounding the Jedi had not escaped the curiosity of her people. She’d learned a little about the Jedi Order in school, but it had taken a more personal study to learn more than diplomatic facts from a textbook. Naboo, loyal to preserving and improving their own culture, often studied others they perceived to be worthy of scholarly attention. Her meditation master had been naturally inclined to study what was known of Jedi philosophy and meditation techniques. But secondhand information was nothing compared to experiencing the Jedi. To having them drop out of the sky, seemingly from the blockade ship itself. Or seeing them make quick scrap metal of battledroids, and then calmly take the situation at hand, as if no danger had just threatened them all. She’d seen Jedi acts fitting of the legends, and she’d seen them very real and one very broken. Sabé tried to conceal her awe as she came alongside the tiny Jedi on the rock. Yoda’s presence was vastly different than the serene, graceful air of the late Qui-Gon Jinn and the tightly coiled, closed energy of Obi-Wan Kenobi. Yoda was pure calm and peace. Perhaps she was imagining that power could be so still and yet so moving, perhaps she was delirious with exhaustion and her mind was really trying to coax her with the power of sleep . . . “How did you know it was me?” she whispered, hoping to clear her obviously foggy mind. The tiny, folded Jedi turned his head ever so slightly. The tips of his ear twitched and she sensed his amusement. “Spoke of you, Decoy, Kenobi has.” Sabé felt her cheeks begin to flush, but she forced the blood of shame not to rush up. Her decoy had not been perfect. She’d hoped her anxieties had bred paranoia, made her imagine the Jedi Knight’s suspicion. Rabè and Eirtaè had tried to reassure her that the Jedi had dropped no hints, but Sabé had felt it better to believe her paranoia than the other handmaidens. Perhaps he had not actually hinted at his suspicion, but it didn’t matter in the end—he’d figured it out and commended her after Amidala had unveiled the ruse before Boss Noss. “Or,” Eirtaè had pointed out as she inspected a blaster scorch on her battle skirt, “he could have just said that. Maybe he’s trying to make you feel bad because you pulled the hood over his eye.” Sabé doubted it. He’d looked far too pleased with himself. Especially for someone about to go into battle. “Ashamed of your duty, you should not be,” said Yoda. “No, Master Yoda,” said Sabé. She stared at the Jedi Master. Obi-Wan had admitted Jedi were not psychic as commonly believed, but now she wondered if she shouldn’t have believed him. “I’m not ashamed of my duty. Only that I failed it.” “Failed your duty, how have you, hmm?” Although the Jedi continued to gaze out at the reflected moon over the far edge of the pond, Sabé felt as if he were staring straight at her. She opened her mouth to answer, but closed it. Her duty was to protect the Queen. Amidala was alive and well. Exhausted, yes, but sleeping soundly back in her chambers. Sabé had protected her. She was not the singular reason Amidala or Naboo were safe, but she had done her part to the best of her abilities. “I suppose I have not failed,” she admitted after a moment. Just have a little wounded pride. The wrinkles on Yoda’s face moved, and Sabé thought she could see the traces of a smile on the sleepy-looking face. “Hmm, duty,” he murmured. “Hard it often is. Demands sacrifice. Perform great duty, you have, but rewarded for it, you are not.” Sabé frowned slightly at that. “We are not in service for reward, Jedi Master. Our honor is kept within ourselves.” In seeing our Queen alive, our planet safe. “Hmm.” The Jedi Master went silent for a moment, and then he said, “Understand duty, you do. Like the Jedi, yes.” He paused, and although he wasn’t facing her, Sabé could’ve sworn he was giving her a shrewd look. “Helped young Kenobi escape duty tonight, you did.” “I—” Sabé swore she heard a chuckle escape the Jedi Master. She tried not to stutter or fluster, and she came out sounding defiant. “With all due respect, Master Yoda, I only gave Jedi Kenobi my gratitude by giving him leave of an obviously trying and uncomfortable evening.” She thought about adding she’d seen cornered animals that looked more thrilled, but a chuckle had definitely escaped the Jedi Master. He finally turned to face her, amusement shining in those green, heavily-lidded eyes. “Grateful, I am certain Kenobi is,” he said. Sabé felt a smile slip out of her control. She didn’t mind being teased by this Yoda. He seemed to understand and forgive the blatant lie she’d told the Jedi Masters to let Obi-Wan escape the crowded, celebrating ballroom. “It was the least Naboo could do.” But it doesn’t come close to Master Jinn’s death. Or even equal what both of them gave us. Yoda gazed up at her for a moment, then turned back to the pond. Sabé noticed he seemed to chew on his gnarly cane, reminding her of a teething toddler. She hoped instantly he really couldn’t read her mind. “Why sleep do you not?” Sabé sighed and lowered herself to the soft ground beside the rock. Reeds with tiny pink buds swayed slowly, serenely near her feet. The water rippled gently around the living poles. “Too much excitement, I suppose,” she said hesitantly. “I’m exhausted, but I could not . . . I felt the need to come out here. The garden’s peaceful. Perhaps I need it after all of this—this stress.” She bit her lip, wondering if she sounded sulky or whiny. Many people had lost their lives in the battle for Naboo, and here she was, perfectly alive and healthy minus a scratch on her forearm. Her stress was nothing compared to what others must be suffering. Like Obi-Wan. Yoda seemed to hum under his breath. Sabé blinked slowly and stared down at her bare toes. Had she just lost whatever respect Yoda might have had for her? Did he see her as an immature girl unable to cope with her position, her responsibilities? Should she excuse herself and return to the chambers? She didn’t think his humming had grown louder, but the soothing, gravelly sound penetrated her embarrassed, sleep-deprived thoughts. Sabé’s eyes drifted closed and her shoulders relaxed. Her mind became smooth, still fog over a glassy winter lake. Opaque, but light and silent. Quiet. Nature’s blanket. It was like meditating, but she had not prepared herself for it, had skipped all the steps. Dipping . . . “Feel the Force flow in you, I do,” Yoda’s voice drifted to her. Sabé opened her eyes, but she did not fully surface from this wonderful floating sensation. The reeds were before her, but they were only part of this intangible liquid around her. “Yes, Master Yoda,” she said, her voice thick and light all at once. It floated from her lips, seemed to bob over the tops of the reeds. “Just a little, I think. But the Naboo value family. My parents never asked for Jedi to come.” She felt no regret over this. As a child, strange incidents of keen intuition and senses, along with surviving some rough and tumble incidents with barely a scratch, had put her under suspicion by her instructors. But it could have also been merely sharp instincts and incredible luck. Her parents decided against Jedi inspection, despite the crèche mother’s urging. It was her meditation instructor, Master Ranuna, who told Sabé there might be more to it. But there was no point—everyone knows that Jedi take only babies, Sabé doubted she would have been taken, anyway. So, she only spoke of it once with her parents, and then developed a bit more interest in the mysterious Jedi Order. When Captain Panaka chose her as a handmaiden, and then began weapons training her, Sabé started to believe maybe there was something to her instincts. But she told no one . . . She’d probably never see a Jedi, anyway . . . “Not all the Force chooses are meant to become Jedi,” said Yoda, his words seeming to move through this meditative current. Sabé nodded slowly, her head swimming. She often meditated; it was a common Naboo practice valued by the artisans and philosophers. A practice learned in school and one Panaka ordered his handmaidens to do. But she’d never felt anything like this before. She could reach something close to this, but only in a very deep state. Now she felt she was barely dipping into this current, and if she only opened her mind a little more, sank just a little deeper, she would be swept up in something so overwhelming and powerful she would drown . . . Yet she knew it wouldn’t suffocate her. The current stilled, the fog disappeared, and Sabé felt the early morning as she had before coming upon Master Yoda. It felt like coming into sharp focus only to have all the edges become slightly fuzzy, a little vague. The moon’s silvery light was fading into gray. She didn’t quite feel empty or that something was missing, but she wondered if she should. She tilted her head up slightly to stare at Yoda. Sitting on the grass beside his perch on the rock, he only had a couple inches to look down at her. He smiled dreamily at her. Sabé vaguely pondered asking how he’d known, but it didn’t seem important. Obi-Wan had sensed it; perhaps he’d told Yoda, or perhaps Yoda had discovered it himself. It didn’t matter. “Sleep well, youngling,” he said, touching her forehead. “You must not walk wearily upon your path.” Sabé nodded slowly, feeling her body’s need filling her mind. “Good night, Jedi Master,” she whispered. “It was an honor to meet you. And thank you.” She couldn’t remember standing up or making her way back to the Royal Chambers, but she woke with the sun, feeling refreshed. ~~~ -----signature----- Mar. 1 - One Prick to Bleed: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/20423905/p1 "You're like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness." Dean to Sam in Roadkill.
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MasterSareBabe Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 6/27/05 6:11am Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda)
	This has great descriptions when she is walking through the garden...and through the whole entry! Keep it up.
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AngelQueen Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 6/27/05 6:40am Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda)
	Wow... sweet! Wonderful job, Amidolee! Very cool! AQ -----signature----- "Anakin, my allegiance is to the Republic, to democracy!" "If you're not with me, then you're my enemy." "Only a Sith deals in absolutes. I will do what I must." "You will try." Obi-Wan and Anakin
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Amidolee Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 6/28/05 11:12am Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda)
	Chapter Two The Jedi Temple, long before Coruscant was completely covered in kilometers high skyscrapers, once stood upon a mountain. Few living Jedi remembered the lush vegetation blanketing the sloping sides or the rushing, soft roar of tumbling waterfalls and sparkling streams. Still fewer Jedi were aware of the Temple’s foundations nestled into the mountain, of its tunnels and passages that once provided the Jedi with swift, secret routes outside of the haven. Long ago Coruscant had consumed the mountain, bled into and destroyed its paradise. The Jedi Temple surrendered its gardens and built upward, as if a monument to the natural formation buried under technology and consumption. Sabé Mabriee knew the Jedi had salvaged what they could of their mountainside paradise, but she had never walked the Room of a Thousand Fountains, had never experienced the splendor encased in permacrete and metal. She was not of that world above her. She was the dark, crumbling tunnels long forgotten. She held their secrets, moved through them. Unknown. A secret herself. All of this hovered at the edge of her mind as Sabé traveled silently in the Temple’s womb. Her mind was focused and numb from her deep meditation with Master Yoda, but she sensed that somewhere—if she let it—her head would buzz, her heart would race, and her thoughts would collide in a frantic mess. But only if she let it. The meditation helped. That swell of the Force she could only access through Yoda. Power and humility, understanding and senselessness . . . She was addicted to it. A tunnel breeze fluttered against her cloak as Sabé paused before a narrow, water worn crevice in the stone passage. Closing her eyes, she concentrated. The Force, always there but only just, brushed against her, solid but feather light. She raised her palm and pressed it against the cool stone. Even with her eyes closed, she saw her hand become lost in the shadow of the crevice, lost to the soft, barely illuminated lighting. The stone bowed from her palm, from combined Force and physical pressure, and Sabé opened her eyes. Without hesitating, she entered the dark chamber beyond, instinctively reaching for an old manual lightswitch just to her right. Light suddenly flooded the chamber. Home sweet home, she thought sardonically. “Home” was a small, round room with an old but serviceable sleep bench, a primitive, minimal refresher, and a trunk for her belongings. If anyone discovered this tiny hovel, he or she would find no clue as to its occupant. The bedding was standard, plain gray material, and the trunk, if not found empty, would only contain soap, food capsules, and possibly some generic clothing for a small humanoid. Sabé moved to the small sink and again palmed stone indentions lost in shadow. A small compartment opened to her. Immediately she emptied its contents and carried them to the small bed. For a moment she paused, staring at the weaponry before her. Face Skywalker in combat, you shall not. Slowly, she lifted a small, smoothly designed gun that fit in the palm of her hand. She studied the groove and holster where the toxic dart would slide. Never had she used it lethally, only for tranquilizing. If her body had not been so tightly trained, her fingers might have trembled as they traced the contours of the trigger. But Sabé would not allow it. She holstered the gun, inspected the darts (she would have to fill them), and tested the small vibroblades. Everything that could not be carried or hidden inconspicuously on her person was packed carefully into a small travel rucksack. Just as she stepped through the threshold, her chest fluttered. She paused, almost hearing her heart beginning to pound. No. If she waited another minute, she would start thinking, remembering . . . Touching the cool stone wall, Sabé steadied herself, forced her mind on the immediate. She would have plenty of time to think in hyperspace. Then she was back in the tunnel, her haven disappearing into the rock again. She followed a different passage that would take her out of the Temple. This one alternated between old, dried up water passages and tunnels carved by ancient, long dead Jedi. It was not lit, but Sabé knew the way well and only used a small glow rod for any unexpected surprises. About a half kilometer from her secret sleeping hole, she paused. The faint blue light of her rod tried to penetrate the blackened shadow of a large niche, but Sabé knew it could not. Closing her eyes, she reached out with the Force; her limited, tentative grasp brushed against the darkness. It seemed to shimmer, though to the naked eye, the shadow was undisturbed. Sabé opened her eyes and quickly stepped into the niche, her hands immediately landing on the speeder bike’s handlebars. The solid, familiar grip anchored her, drove purpose and focus into her. She swung aboard, her rucksack safely on her back underneath her cloak. The speeder’s front light illuminated the cracked and crumbling wall on the other side of the tunnel. If she squinted and used her imagination, she could almost decipher ancient carvings long worn by water, air, and time. Almost. Now was not the time for scholarly endeavors. Without wasting another second, Sabé launched the speeder into the tunnel and rocketed through the mountain. Familiarity and illumination kept her from smashing into the rock. She would have liked to go faster, but knew the limits of her piloting skills and her Force abilities. She welcomed the demanding focus of racing through the ancient mountain. But even negotiating sudden turns and rises could not drive her immediate destination and purpose completely from her mind. Toxin. -----signature----- Mar. 1 - One Prick to Bleed: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/20423905/p1 "You're like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness." Dean to Sam in Roadkill.
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Sara_Kenobi Registered: Sep '00	Date Posted: 6/28/05 11:50am Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda) - 6/28
	I hope she'll be alright.
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AngelQueen Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 7/1/05 8:16pm Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda) - 6/28
	Ooh... interesting! AQ -----signature----- "Anakin, my allegiance is to the Republic, to democracy!" "If you're not with me, then you're my enemy." "Only a Sith deals in absolutes. I will do what I must." "You will try." Obi-Wan and Anakin
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Amidolee Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 7/5/05 8:40pm Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda) - 6/28
	Ack! Sorry about the delay, but my boss seemed to forget that I'm only part time and a national holiday happened to be this weekend, and so I've been living in a grocery store for the past 5 days. Honestly, they should just give me a cot in the back. To make up for it, this is a longer post. Even though the galaxy’s wealthy considered Coruscant to be a jeweled emblem of galactic success and splendor, most of the planet was squalid, grimy, and corrupt. Some would consider it an obvious metaphor for the Republic Senate. The deep, shadowed canyons created by thousands of years of skyscrapers building atop skyscrapers certainly provided a nest for unsavory life. Most Coruscanti lived in perpetual night. It had taken some getting used to, this seedy, disreputable place. For a Naboo girl born of successful merchants, trained in Theed Palace, and used to the noble environment, this place was her hell. Though Sabé had developed a certain respect for the underworld hierarchy running Coruscant, she could not suppress her inner disdain and repulsion. Still, she entered the sleazy Scorched Bolt—a hangout for lowlifes, bounty hunters, dealers, and hot-shot swoop pilots—as one of them. Her dark gray cloak provided her anonymity, but disguises were as common as Corellian firewhiskey here. She weaved through the crowd of sweaty, grimy, armed beings, seemingly to slip through tiny spaces like liquid, her cloak not even brushing against the drunk and sober. A few eyes followed her, out of curiosity or natural suspicion, but they soon lost interest. No one focused on her. Yoda had taught her well. In the back of the Scorching Bolt were a set of refreshers that were always anything but fresh. The third from the last sported a buzzing, flickering sign reading Out of Order. Ignoring it, she entered in what had to be the Worst Fresher on Coruscant. If I never have to pass through here, she thought. Trying not to retch at the overwhelming, pungent odor that practically stained the tainted air, Sabé hurried through the door on the far side. Immediately cool, recycled but clean air engulfed her. She took a deep breath. “Ah!” A small, lumpy creature exclaimed, swiveling around in a beat-up and patched chair. Sabé suppressed an eye-roll at the theatrics. Squif had the refresher monitored and the door was unlocked only because he allowed it. There was no surprising Squif, however much he liked to gasp and gape, his large, glistening infant-like eyes popping with innocent surprise. She stood immobile, waiting. “Ah, Mari,” he sighed, the whispery black hairs on his dull blue-green skin falling despondently. “Can you not humor an old fellow?” Sabé didn’t answer. Instead she pulled out a small flimsi and credits and set them on the small, cluttered but clean desk. She never spoke to Squif, never showed him her full face. But he remembered her, as he remembered everybody who made the awful, retching journey through his special anteroom. Sighing again, Squif took the flimsi and credits. His already large-pupiled eyes widened and he scratched one of his pointed ears. “No longer taking them alive, I see,” he muttered. Sabé remained silent. Squif assumed she was a bounty hunter. “A powerful toxin . . . yes, yes . . . I’ve got it—don’t like to hand it out, but, well . . .” Still muttering to himself, the creature hopped down from his chair, only the top of his head visible behind the desk. Toddling further back into the room lit only by small, cheap bulbs, he disappeared around a shelf. Sabé waited, her eyes sweeping the cramped “office.” When Master Yoda came to her five years ago, she would never have imagined her duty would take her here. Just yesterday she could not have predicted she would be turned into an assassin. Assassin. Her hands clenched reflexively under her cloak. Sentenced to kill Anakin Skywalker. A hero of Naboo. A Jedi. Squif came toddling back into view, holding a small, cylindrical container gently in his hands. He set it carefully on the desk before climbing back into his chair. Twelve stubby fingers drummed the desk as he looked up at her nervously. “You are familiar with the toxin?” Sabé nodded. “Ah. Yes.” He swept the credits into his palm. “Ah, well. There you are.” She took the container and slipped it into a small holster on her hip. Too all appearances, it merely disappeared into the folds of her cloak. Bowing her head slightly, she departed. ~~~ Standing alone in a turbolift whisking her higher into Coruscant’s traffic lanes, Sabé was left with nothing to do but dwell. The toxin container seemed to rest heavily on her hip, burning into the reminiscent calm of her meditation with Yoda. She rose into Coruscant’s nightscape, feeling cold. The thick, gleaming display of chaotic lights, buildings, and transports was gradually thinning and spreading as the turbolift carried her. She felt so cold. So alone. Such a heavy feeling . . . She quickly tried to accept it and urge it to flow away, but it continued to press. I have my duty, my purpose. That is all I need. She could chant these words, had done so many times, but she could not suppress the cold emotion threatening to break through her calm. Like those cold desert nights on Tatooine . . . Sabé closed her eyes, trying to shut the memory away. She could not think of that time, could not think of past friendships. Focus on the here and the now. What’s done is done. No one can change the past, but everyone affects the present. Underneath her cloak, her hands flexed, barely resisting the urge to clench. Fine enough words, but what if the present was confronting the past? The mission was bringing five years ago—ten years ago—to bear. Her hands twitched. Accept it and move on, as you should. She had thought she had. The sting should be healed. Now she should be emotionless, a mere instrument. What mattered now was her duty. “I will always have that,” she whispered. No one answered. She shivered. Duty, she’d come to realize, was a very lonely thing. The turbolift continued upward. Its high cruising speed was lost in the incredible altitude of surrounding skyscrapers. Sabé looked across the city, not down. Even some of the natives suffered from vertigo. Ten years ago she’d left this planet, planning to never come here again. Just a young, naïve handmaiden relieved to be leaving this terrifying monstrosity of a dead planet, even if she was returning to possible death on Naboo. If she were to ever see Coruscant again, it would be to attend the Queen during a diplomatic visit. How little she’d known then. The old skyscraper to her left fell away, and Sabé’s eyes shifted to the open air. Only a few kilometers away, the Jedi Temple rose majestically into the night, all its surroundings bowing reverently before it. Her chest constricted at the sight of it. Such a glorious sight, if not for her place beneath it. If not for this mission. For five years she had secretly served Yoda, and, indirectly, the Jedi. Most missions merely involved clandestine observation or subtle manipulations that not even the assigned Jedi were unaware of. Lately she’d been tracking bounty hunters who’d killed Jedi. It was frustrating work. Yoda suspected the increased interest in Jedi-hunting was not arbitrary, but the trail to the source always seemed to run cold. But she’d stopped two bounty hunters. Sabé could bear their blood on her hands, though she was perturbed nonetheless. But this, she thought, closing her eyes against the Jedi Temple. This would make her an assassin. A Jedi killer. But Yoda had said Anakin Skywalker had slaughtered. Once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny. Sometimes one death, Sabé knew, could save countless lives. Yoda had been teaching her about the balancing act of the Force. She knew he constantly worried over the growing darkness, of how the light seemed to be yielding to it. Tonight he shared how the darkness had been increasing over the past seventy years, then manifold nineteen years ago, and now painfully . . . Of the prophecy, doubts I have. Still more of Skywalker. Disturbs the Force, his darkness does, Chosen One or not. But the unsettling mission of assassinating Anakin Skywalker did not stop there. Yoda told her he was on Tatooine. He could not confirm that Senator Amidala was with him, but he suspected it was so. He must have known the conflict broiling in Sabé, but he trusted her to set it aside. Sabé hoped he was right. Despite everything that had taken place between her and the former Queen of Naboo five years ago, Sabé could not help but think she should have been there to stop the assassin. She had been off planet on another mission for Yoda when Senator Amidala’s ship had been destroyed. At the news of the decoy’s death, Sabé had known it should have been her. She did not seek death, but her duty had been to Amidala, and it was her place to receive her Lady’s death. Sabé returned to Coruscant only the night the Jedi stopped the second assassination attempt, but she still felt as if she should have been the one to investigate it. And now the former Queen was apparently in hiding, under the protection of Anakin Skywalker, while Obi-Wan Kenobi was tracing the bounty hunter’s employer. Both duties Sabé was trained to fulfill, one in her former life and the other now—but both she had been denied. My duty is no longer to Amidala, she told herself coldly. The turbolift glided to a halt and its doors hissed open. Sabé opened her eyes and turned from the distant Jedi Temple. She took a steadying breath, collecting herself and forcing her thoughts temporarily from her mind. I can sort them out in hyperspace. The moment she stepped out of the lift, she was stopped by a security booth. An armed guard stood next to the private hangar’s entrance, while another waited within the booth. Wordlessly, Sabé swiped a special identification card through the booth’s slot. Coruscant, being the galaxy’s center for political, business, and private wealth intrigue, hosted many hangars such as this. Starfighters, yachts, and private ships used by special Republic agents were kept here. Sabé’s identification card was only a number with no tracings to the Jedi or any other Senatorial organization. The booth beeped and a light above the guard turned green. Sabé entered the hangar, knowing the guards were watching her on monitors. She could only access the ships given her number, but security was not left solely to computers. Although the Jedi usually traveled through public or commercial transport, the Order did own a small fleet of various, economic starships and customized starfighters for special missions. They were kept in the Temple hangar. But the fleet was not entirely listed. Sabé removed a tiny remote from her belt and pointed it at the hatch console of the small transport in stall K-42. A pinprick of light flashed across the panel, and then the hatch opened with a soft hiss, spilling light onto the floor. Her eyes swept admiringly over the curved hull of the ship. Its lines were not as sleek and beautiful as the ships in Theed’s royal hangar, but they were smoother, cleaner than some of the other Jedi transports. Without further delay, Sabé entered the transport. She knew every inch of it. Although she often took public transport like a Jedi, she had spent many a day in this two-seater cockpit. The small Lorian provided her hyperspace capability, obscurity, a place to sleep and eat, and small cargo hold that, if need be, could hold a prisoner or provide private interrogation. Quickly she double-checked the food and power supply as the ship ran its own diagnostics. Her number identification cleared her of logging departure and hyperspace routes. To hangar security and Coruscant air control, she was, probably, a Republic Intelligence operative. Or—even more likely—she had the money to buy such clearance from the Republic. A quiet beep from the computer console to her right interrupted the frown forming lines around Sabé’s mouth. She was clear. The Lorian S-417 hummed in quiet anticipation as durasteel doors slide open like a large hatch. Multi-colored lights criss-crossed the open air as Sabé eased the small ship into an outbound express lane rising away from the city into the greater darkness of space. The navigation computer bleeped softly, almost rhythmically, as Coruscant interstellar control assumed authority over her departure. As Sabé waited for her turn to jump, she recalled how Coruscant’s dense, strictly controlled traffic and severely enforced traffic laws had once intimidated her. Now, however, she waited with ease. Even though she did not have to clear a hyperspace route officially through jump control, she still had to wait her turn. Yoda could have sent her through military, but it was usually better to avoid their prying eye. Yoda. Her mentor, her savior. She owed him her purpose, her life now as it was. Had he not sought her five years ago, taken her under his guidance, she hated to think where she’d be now. Perhaps she would have adapted. She was good at that. But she would have been lost, unfulfilled. And yet. Sabé smirked ruefully as the navigation console’s beeps turned to a trill and jump control gave her the green light. She piloted the ship to her designated jump point, eased the hyperdrive throttle up. In the second it took the ship to disappear beyond lightspeed, Sabé distantly knew all this life, all this purpose Yoda had given her fused into this and yet. -----signature----- Mar. 1 - One Prick to Bleed: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/20423905/p1 "You're like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness." Dean to Sam in Roadkill.
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AngelQueen Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 7/5/05 8:52pm Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda) - 7/6
	shivers Sabé's rather creepy, I think. Outstanding post, Amidolee! Sabé's thoughts and her anguish at having to kill a Jedi and Hero of Naboo have been portrayed excellently! She's spent the past five years protecting the Jedi, even if it is from the shadows, and now she has to turn around and assassinate one. It's rather an abrupt turn-around for her. But the Force will see It's will done... I wonder... Hm... Again, awesome job! AQ -----signature----- "Anakin, my allegiance is to the Republic, to democracy!" "If you're not with me, then you're my enemy." "Only a Sith deals in absolutes. I will do what I must." "You will try." Obi-Wan and Anakin
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