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VaderLVR64 posted:
You've really captured Anakin's complexity here. Some of the very attributes that make him such a formidable warrior are the very ones that complicate his life in general! 
Great update! 
Thanks for the accolades. I think this is why the character of Anakin is so compelling for everybody to want to write. He is a walking contradiction and it is interesting to see him try to work through his own complexities.
Thank you so much for reading! Glad you are still enjoying!
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Oh things are just getting more and more interesting by the minute, I love it! So exciting but yet I still feel like Padme is in danger leaving Anakins side. Can't wait to see what happends next.
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So he just out-right asks. Brilliant! Such style! I can almost imagine Padmé pinching the bridge of her nose! "Anakin, why do you have to be so forward?" 
Can't wait for more!
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FitJedi: Glad to read that you find things exciting. The pace is really going to pick up with the end looming near. Thrilled you still enjoy the story. Thanks for reading!
Jedi_Master_Cazz:
So he just out-right asks. Brilliant! Such style! I can almost imagine Padmé pinching the bridge of her nose! "Anakin, why do you have to be so forward?"
I'm sure he causes her to have many moments of shaking her head. Still, I don't think she would have him any other way. Thank you very much for reading!
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To Everyone:My apologies for the delay in posting. You know how DRL is. Anyhow, looking like this story will send at Chapter 29 with a brief epilogue. Thank you for your continued support!
Chapter 23: Second Chances
I’ve failed.
Siri sat hunched over in her chair as she nervously awaited her Padawan to regain consciousness. The night before, Ferus had stormed off after another argument and she, not wanting to further disturb Dahlia, had gone to bed. A weak whimper through the Force had been the only warning of Ferus’ critical state.
The events that had followed were a blur.
It would take many months of rehabilitation before Ferus would be able to resume his duties. Clenching her hand into a fist, Siri struck her thigh several times. The blame rested solely on her. True, Dahlia was the one who had committed these heinous crimes, but she had had ample warnings. Despite her jubilance at finding the lost girl, Siri too had sensed the dark taint, but had conveniently ignored it for selfish reasons.
Attachments are forbidden.
She shook her head in disgust. Siri knew better. How by the Force did she become so consumed by Dahlia? Why didn’t she sense the lies? The only thing that Siri saw clearly was Dahlia as she once was—a little girl, innocent and in need of her protection. Somehow, the child she knew had learned of the dark side and how to use those powers.
Dahlia was a threat.
Something would have to be done.
“Master Siri,” called out the diminutive Yoda.
Jumping out of her seat, Siri bowed deeply when she saw that Masters Windu and Mundi accompanied him. “Masters….please forgive my lack of focus.”
Master Windu motioned for her to sit down. “It’s understandable, under the circumstances.”
“What is his condition?” Ki-Adi Mundi queried.
Siri released a deep sigh. “Ferus spent about six hours in surgery to repair fractures in his neck, back, leg and wrist. Bant wants to hold off the Bacta treatment until he regains consciousness.”
“The other padawan did not survive,” Windu informed her.
“I know,” she answered grimly.
“Terrible this tragedy. Blind, if unable to see this, we are.”
“Dahlia fooled us all, but me in particular,” Siri freely admitted. “Once Ferus is well, I will submit myself to the Council for disciplinary action.”
The Masters exchanged puzzled glances. “No one is blaming you for what happened,” Windu told her.
“My Padawan knew what she was, and I was blinded by my attachment to realize the truth.”
Yoda closed his eyes and groaned. “ Central to a Jedi’s life, compassion is. All knowing, we are not. Harm to the padawans, you could not foresee. Blame yourself, you should not.”
“Master?” muttered Ferus painfully.
“I’m right here, Padawan.” Siri quickly moved to his bedside.
“Where am I?”
“You’re in the healer’s ward,” Siri answered. “Do you remember anything?”
The young man’s face contorted painfully as he appeared to recollect. “Dahlia,” he finally answered. “She and another were trying to get into the vault with Ragnos’ staff.”
“Another?” Master Windu puzzled.
The Padawan nodded in obvious pain. “Yes, Master. She was with a man…at least I think it was a man.”
“Did you see his face?” Ki-Adi questioned.
“No, Master.” Ferus replied, squeezing his eyes tightly. “He was dressed in black and wore a hood over his face…I think…I remember that he was the one that used the Force against me.” He then sighed in frustration. “I’m sorry, Masters…I can’t remember anything else.”
Yoda, who had hobbled to where Ferus’ head rested, placed his claw like hand on his forehead. “Trouble yourself with this, you should not. Rest, young one.”
Ferus slightly bobbed his head before growing still once more. The remaining Jedi remained quiet as the notable tension hung in the air. Ki-Adi Mundi broke the silence by observing, “We may still have a renegade within the temple.”
Master Yoda once again closed his eyes. “No longer here, I believe young Olin’s attacker, is.”
“I agree,” Mace Windu chimed in. “No doubt that Dahlia’s accomplice, whoever he was, escaped along with her.”
“Do we know how she gained access to the vault in the first place?” Siri asked.
“An all-purpose passcode was used,” replied Master Mundi. “What is curious, though, is that it was an older code known only to senior Knights and Masters.”
“If that’s true…” Siri began.
“A powerful enemy, we may have.” Master Yoda finished for her. “Very disturbing this is. Speak with the rest of the Council, we must.”
Master Windu moved next to Siri, placing his hand on her shoulder in a show of support. “Please keep us informed of Ferus’ condition.”
“Of course, Master.”
As the three Council members were walking away, their conversation kept reverberating within Siri’s mind. “My Masters,” she called out, causing each of them to turn around. “What about Dahlia?”
Master Windu looked down at Master Yoda before answering. “Given the heinous nature of the attacks and her intimate knowledge of our ways, I am going to recommend that the Council grant her rogue status.”
“I understand,” Siri acknowledge, looking down as she could no longer look any of them in the eye. “I would like to volunteer, should the Council wish to pursue her.”
Windu nodded solemnly. “We will keep that in mind, Master Tachi. May the Force be with you.”
“And with you.”
Siri returned to her seat next to Ferus’ bed. While inspecting his injured features, she resolved to never let her sympathies get in the way of her duty.
Dahlia would pay dearly for what she had done.
**
Dawn had not quite yet risen as Ilianya sat motionless on the steps leading into her hut. It had been centuries since she had last felt that her life had reached a crossroad. The possibility of her life ending by a hand other than her own had not been a consideration since the Force had bestowed her punishment. And yet, with the staff of Ragnos in the hands of a Sith Lord, the possibility once again became too real. True, Tyranus had no idea how to use the staff, and most likely Ilianya would be able to dispatch with him.
But what if she didn’t?
Would the Force intervene?
She had wanted to die. It had been her sole wish for well over an eon. And yet, something made her fearful. Perhaps her work here was not over? Ilianya glanced across the village where Anakin was continuing his convalesce. And What about the Chosen One?
He is not ready.
“Beautiful morning, isn’t it?”
Ilianya swiveled her head about to see the Force standing at the edge of her porch, looking up at the sky. “I was wondering when you were going to show up.”
She beamed at Ilianya before crossing the porch to sit next to her. “Better late than never,” she quipped.
“I suppose,” Ilianya mumbled.
“What troubles you so, Ilianya Tro?”
Looking at her crossly, she responded. “The Sith have Ragnos’ staff.”
“I know,” the Force replied nonchalantly.
“And…” Ilianya said impatiently.
“And what?” The Force responded. “You know Tyranus’ deal.”
“You mean…” Ilianya hesitantly began. “You won’t stop me from confronting him?”
“Why would I?”
Ilianya groaned in frustration. She could handle the fire and brimstone revelations that the Force had burdened her with throughout the centuries. Yet, whenever the Supreme Being was being coy, she was nothing short of irritating. Knowing her only too well, this was probably some elaborate means to teach her yet another of life’s lessons.
“No, this is no test.” The Force replied to her thoughts.
“Then what is it?”
“Consider it…early release for time served.”
No words came out of Ilianya’s mouth. The Force had shocked her speechless more times than she could count, but this was greater than any of those times combined. “Then my debt to you…”
“Is fulfilled,” the Force answered quickly. Rising to her feet, she shot Ilianya a confused glance. “I thought you’d be excited by this news.”
“I don’t believe it.” Ilianya replied, dumbfounded. “If I get the staff…”
“You may use it however you see fit,” the Force finished for her. “If you get it,” she emphasized.
“Ah! The catch.”
“Life always is always filled with its little consequences. But on this matter, there is no catch. Only, whatever happens, you cannot reveal the identity of the Sith apprentice.”
“That should be no problem,” Ilianya felt her lips curl into a wicked grin. “After today, there will only be one left.”
“If you say so,” the Force remarked before walking down the stars passed her.
“What about the Chosen One?”
“What about him?” The Force asked, cocking her head to one side.
“He’s learned much, but he’s not ready to fulfill his destiny.” Ilianya observed.
“I agree.”
“There’s more I can teach him,” she added.
The Force stared at her blankly. “Some lessons, as you are well aware, cannot be taught. Anakin will have to learn the rest on his own.”
“Is that wise?” Ilianya questioned.
The Force briefly chuckled as she shook her head in amusement. “I will miss our debates…I have found them…. enlightening.”
“As have I,” Ilianya smirked “Farewell, my Lady.”
The Force nodded in response. “This isn’t end. Remember, I’m always with you.”
With that she disappeared from sight, leaving Ilianya alone. Returning to her hut, she grabbed her datapad along with a miniaturized navicomputer. Despite the Force’s claim to the contrary, there was still one more lesson she had to teach Anakin.
**
The Avenger was a marvelous display of engineering.
Valkin Ord could barely contain his exuberance as he stood on the bridge of his gunship.
He allowed his mind to wonder about what this meant as his crew was working out the final glitches in the navigational controls. For the past several days, they had worked tirelessly to get the ship prepared for its maiden voyage. With all systems near fully operational, he judged it ready for the ultimate test—firing the main cannon.
Searching through the navigational charts for weeks, Valkin found a remote system out past Wild Space where we could activate the main weapon without the prying eyes of his Sith Masters. If it worked, he would never have to bend down to them or anyone else again.
“Sir,” called out the weapons officer.
“What is it?” Valkin asked, irritated that his mental scheming was interrupted.
“The planetoid is coming into range.”
“Excellent,” Valkin replied eagerly. “Divert energy to the main weapon.”
The officer, a young Xinthonian male, bobbed his head in response. “Firing sequence initiated. Two minutes to fire”
“Very good,” he praised, turning his eyes up at the viewscreen. The planetoid was a quarter the size of Coruscant, but was surprisingly twice as dense. Valkin considered that if the main weapon were as powerful as he predicted, it would have no trouble in destroying a world as large, if not larger than the capital world.
If successful, the Republic would never know what hit them.
“Ten seconds, sir!”
The ship began shaking violently, causing the entire crew to grasp onto their consoles. Valkin though, hunched over the Ops station, waiting with child-like anticipation.
“Power at maximum. Weapon firing!” The officer shouted.
The ship abruptly rocked from side to side. In the viewscreen, a bright, red beam of light streaked towards the planetoid. Valkin snapped his eyes shut and imagined that he could hear the earth-shattering explosion when the laser struck its target. He sickly wished that the planetoid had been inhabited as he longed to listen to their screams of terror before the end. In time, he mused that he would be afforded that opportunity.
Perhaps even Lord Sidious would scream when the time came?
Valkin opened his eyes. He immediately spotted the crew cheering in celebration at his success. “Magnificent.” He turned to the officer by his side. “Scanners. Is there anything left?”
“No, sir. The planetoid was completely obliterated.”
Valkin spun around to where his engineering captain was standing. “How much kelvacyte was used?”
“One hundred million metric tons.”
“Blasted thing,” Valkin grumbled. “Can we reduce the consumption any further?”
The engineer shrugged helplessly. “That’s the best we can do, unless you wish to decrease the power output.”
Valkin returned his focus to the viewscreen. He was going to need more kelvacyte before he was ready to gather the troops that Fett had assembled on Xinthos. The raids would have to resume…but Lord Sidious warning…
“Lord Valkin.”
“What is it?” He turned around, noting it was the communications officer calling to him.
“Message coming in for you over the Hypercom. Your eyes only.”
Valkin shot him a curious stare. “Any indication who it’s from?
The young man shook his head nervously. “No, sir. All I know is that its encrypted in a way unlike any I’ve ever seen.”
“Activate the holoviewer.”
A series of flickers and aberrant images jumped over the device before the final one appeared.
“Lord Sidious,” Valkin managed to say, his heart feeling like it had falling into his feet. “To what do I owe this great honor?”
“Lord Ord, what is the status of your gunship?”
Valkin nervously swallowed. The wrong answer would surely mean his end. “The ship itself is operational. But, we are still low on the necessary kelvacyte to power the main weapon.”
The Dark Lord appeared to scrutinize him, as if he was searching the Force for the truth. “You only need to go the planet Naboo. There you will find more kelvacyte than anywhere else in the galaxy.”
Naboo.
That trickster little Queen.
“My Lord,” Valkin began, barely able to contain his anticipation. “May I take it by any means?”
“You may,” Sidious answered slowly.
“And the Queen?” he cautiously asked.
“Do with her as you see fit.” The Dark Lord folded his arms. “Once you have secured the planet and the weapon is operational, I will join you so that we may begin our conquest.”
“I look forward to demonstrating its power in person, my Lord.”
“You have…. redeemed yourself, Lord Ord.” Sidious praised. “Once we control the galaxy, I shall complete your training so you may serve at my side.”
“Master,” he said, completely confounded. “I would be honored.”
“Do not underestimate the Naboo, Lord Ord.” The Sith Master warned. “Their defenses have significantly improved.”
“They will be no match for us, my Lord.” Valkin boasted with a clenched fist in the air.
“Continue to serve me faithfully and you will be properly rewarded,” Sidious offered as his image disappeared.
Valkin stood idle by the holoviewer as he continued to contemplate the Dark Lord’s offer. What had changed to make Sidious turn on Dooku? Was Dooku still alive? Brushing those thoughts aside, he knew that if the Sith were in opposition, this was the time to strike.
He would have to move quickly.
Before they became aware of his true plans.
**
Darth Sidious strode to the chamber where Dahlia rested dormant in a cylindrical bacta tank. He had found her barely alive, her body nearly completely crushed by the assault inflicted by his apprentice. Fortunately, he had equipped the hideaway with numerous medical droids who saved her life, as well as fitted her with cybernetic legs. Even so, Dahlia had only a slim chance of ever leaving this place alive.
While watching her unconscious form float in the bacta, Sidious’ thoughts returned to Dooku. Although treachery was the way the Sith, he had never believed that his apprentice had the metal to attempt to outwit him. He had always thought that Dooku was too mired in the useless platitudes of the Jedi to ever become truly Sith.
He was wrong.
Sidious had spent every waking moment since Dooku’s treacherous attack scouring the Force for him; however, The Count of Serenno had been an excellent pupil, and clearly learned how to cloak himself with the dark side. Now, his only recourse was to forge a better alliance with Valkin Ord before the Mandalorian carried out his own treacherous plans against him.
Why hadn’t he foreseen any of this?
“Having trouble holding the center, Sidious?” a voice called out from a dark corner of the room.
He glanced over to see the familiar dark clouds hovering slightly out of reach. “Only a momentary set back,” Sidious hissed. “My plans will succeed.”
“Brave words,” the voice answered. “Seems more like your well laid plans are coming undone.”
“We shall see.”
**
The images were indiscernible.
People, places, events from times long past and things that had not yet come to be. A planet exploded followed by a vicious duel in a desert filled with red sand. A scream from out of the darkness and anger was all about him.
Anakin!!
He bolted upright in bed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Anakin looked around and realized that he was in his room on Dathomir. Taking a deep breath, he lay back down, but the sound of voices coming from the next room prevented him resting. Also, a strange disturbance in the Force hinted that he should get up. Stretching his limbs, he swung out of bed and grabbed his dark hooded cloak. Throwing it over himself, he entered the main room of the hut to find Mother, Torus, Augwynne and her daughters sitting around the table with a grim expression on their faces.
“What’s happened?” Anakin asked concerned.
Mother looked up at him solemnly. “Solstice has left us.”
It took a moment for Anakin to realize that were talking about General Tro. “Ilianya? Where’d she go?”
Torus stared at him blankly. “We do not know. She came to us this morning…said she was charged with an important mission by the Force—that she might not return.”
“Why didn’t she come and get me?”
Both Torus and Mother exchanged worried glance before the former answered, “She did ask us to give you this. She said you would know what to do with it.”
“For me?” Anakin furrowed his brow as he took the proffered datapad. He then activated it, but could not access the information.
“What does it say?” Augwynne anxiously asked.
“I…don’t know,” he grimaced. “It’s encrypted.” Anakin then looked up at the group. “It’s going to time to break, especially since I don’t have a terminal or astromech.”
The others seemed to accept his appraisal and returned their sights on one another. “I believe she has finally completely her penance,” Augwynne conjectured. “What else could it be?”
“You would think, though, that she would be joyful about it,” Torus pointed out. “She seemed rather grim.”
“Her fate is in the hands of the Force,” Mother admitted. “Just as it always has been.”
“Aren’t any of you going after to her?” Anakin querried.
They looked at each other prior to shifting their blank stares at him. “She must do what the Force requires,” Augwynne finally responded.
“But what if she’s in trouble? She may need our help.”
“Son of the Suns,” Mother began. “More than anything, Solstice wanted her mortality back for the sole purpose to die.”
“But she still had more to teach me!” Anakin insisted. “After my failure, I know that I cannot do this on my own.”
“You aren’t alone,” Torus asserted, his features noticeably lightening. “With the Force as your guide, you will have everything that you require.”
Anakin groaned in frustration. “I believe she’s going after one of the Sith Lords, possibly the Master.”
“You’re wrong,” Augwynne said matter of factly. “That is your destiny.”
“I don’t know how, but I know that the Sith are involved,” Anakin insisted. “And if so, I need to be wherever she is.”
As he turned to leave, Mother warned. “Solstice has gone to do what has been asked. If you go, you may not like what you find.”
“I shall do what I must.”
**
Jaden released a deep huff as he rolled onto his side. He partially sat up, struck his pillow several times before throwing himself onto his back. He and Master Kenobi had been traveling from one planet to another following dead ends and phantom stories. With all other leads exhausted, they were going to the Xinthos cluster where a well-reputed arms dealer named Valkin Ord dealt in ships built with Magna-metal. However, the region was in the poorly charted section of the galaxy and it would take another few more days before they arrived. Until then, Jaden would have to occupy himself in anyway possible.
“Are you receiving me?” he heard Obi-Wan ask from the other room.
“Barely.” A familiar female voice answered.
This piqued Jaden’s curiosity. Since sleep was impossible, he decided to eavesdrop on his Master. He knew it was wrong, but he was so bored, he needed some kind of entertainment. Peeking into the cockpit, he saw Obi-Wan tinkering with the com relays; meanwhile, the three-foot holographic image of the woman was flickering in and out of focus.
“Is that better?” Obi-Wan asked as he returned to his seat.
“Much,” she replied happily.
“I’m sorry it has taken so long to finally connect.”
“It’s alright,” she responded with a soothing voice. “It couldn’t be helped.”
“So.”
“So.”
They looked at each other for several quiet moments. Jaden observed that they were both wearing ear-to-ear grins. “I am still in shock over your news.”
“Oh, I’m not.” She replied with a slight frown. “Being ill every morning has made it quite real.”
“I’m sorry I haven’t been there,” he responded sadly.
“Don’t be, my love,” the woman said soothingly. “It can’t be helped.”
“I can’t believe I’m going to be a father.” Obi-Wan paused before asking, “Any thoughts on names?”
“I thought about Allié if it’s a girl….and if it’s a boy,” she paused briefly. “I thought we could name him Qui-Gon.”
“Sabé! That would be perfect.”
“I hoped you’d be pleased
“I love you so very much, my darling wife. I couldn’t be more pleased.”
Those were the last words that registered in Jaden’s mind.
Wife.
It’s forbidden.
Ducking back into his quarters, he did have the wherewithal to gently close the door before throwing himself across his bed. Jaden felt betrayed. He had looked up to the fabled Sith slayer and now, knowing that the venerable Kenobi was breaking the Code, was beyond belief. He should turn Kenobi in to the Council for punishment. His duty called for nothing less. But as before, what would then happen to him? If he brought down the Order’s most promising Knight, no Master would want to take him on for fear he was the Council’s spy.
There must be another way to do his duty without threatening his future. With nothing immediately came to mind. Jaden sighed as he continued to stare out of his tiny viewport. He would have plenty of time to consider his alternatives.
A true Jedi was nothing but patient.
**
Queen Amidala watched wearily as several members of Parliament argued about a fine point in a new trade agreement. Ordinarily, she would have found a calmer way to settle their dispute; yet, her mind was drifting. Amidala anxiously wondered about Anakin’s state, hoping he was truly save from further danger. Also, the experience of traveling across the galaxy in a matter of seconds still defied her sense of reason. She longed to tell her friends and family about her mysterious journey, but the coven expressly instructed her that it must remain a closely guarded secret. Amidala understood their reasoning, but still, it was difficult to keep such a thing to herself, especially when the only other person she could tell was still so far away.
Anakin’s proposal was also swimming through the tidal waves of her conflicting thoughts. Amidala didn’t know why she didn’t accept outright. Perhaps it was due to her iconic dreams about how she would be proposed to? Or, was it possible that she wasn’t ready? There was no question in her mind and heart that she loved Anakin, but were they prepared to take the next step?
Queen Amidala stirred when she felt Dormé place her hand on her forearm. She looked about the room, but nobody had noticed, as they were engrossed in the interminable debating.
“I’m sorry to disturb you, Your Highness.” Dormé whispered.
“Is something wrong?”
“We’ve just received a message from Valkin Ord of the Xinthos cluster,” she dutifully informed.
“What does he want?” Amidala asked, unable to hide her troubled expression.
“It’s coded so you can only watch it in here.”
Amidala momentarily pondered the situation. She considered that it could be a courtesy call, especially since she missed their scheduled meeting back on Coruscant. Yet, her instincts suggested that it might be something more critical. “Thank you,” she whispered before rising from her throne.
“Honorable Representatives, may I have your attention?”
The room instantly grew still, with all eyes focused upon her. “I apologize for interrupting these proceedings, but we have just received a communication from the arms dealer, Valkin Ord, which may be of importance to the Royal Court.” She motioned for Saché to activate the holoviewer.
Within seconds, a life-sized holographic facsimile of Lord Ord appeared in the middle of the room. He smiled broadly before offering a bow of respect.
“Your Highness, Queen Amidala of the Naboo. My apologies for not being able to send a live feed, but my business has taken me far beyond the Rim. I didn’t want to risk any interruptions.” He then adjusted his cloak before continuing. “It has come to my attention that you have become a member world of the mining guild with several operational kelvacyte mines. I have a proposition that might be mutually beneficial. I am in current need of approximately two hundred thousand metric tons of kelvacyte for a…project… that is nearing completion. I am also aware that you have spent considerable resources in vastly improving your starfleet. In trade, I offer my entire store, roughly five hundred million metric tons of a modified version of Magna-metal, which can be used on any starship. It greatly improves a ship’s ability to withstand stresses, whether they are due to combat or for a variety of other reasons. I am including the metallurgical data with this recording to back up my claims. If you are in agreement, I will be happy to bring my supplies to Naboo where we can finalize our accord. I anxiously await your response.”
Valkin bowed once again before his image faded from sight. Immediately, a low murmur of discussion filled the room. Queen Amidala sat silently for several moments, taking in Ord’s offer. Instinctively, she glanced at Anakin and General Tro’s empty chairs before shifting her focus to the other side of the room where Tojas Zhall sat silently.
“Professor.”
“Majesty?”
“Is Lord Ord’s offer worth seeking this deal?”
Zhall’s face contorted as he focused on the information he had downloaded into his datapad. After several silent moments, he finally answered. “If I am reading this correctly, he has made several important modifications at the molecular level, which…”
“Professor,” Amidala interrupted. “Is it a good one?”
Tojas suddenly looked up. “We’re getting the better end of the trade. He’s absolutely right. This metal would be greater than the alloys we are using on any of our ships.”
“Would it significantly delay our ability to secure the sector?”
Zhall punched several buttons on his datapad prior to responding. “Perhaps six weeks at the most. In my honest opinion though, it would be worth the delay. It would make our pilots much safer.“
Amidala nodded then turned her head. “Marshall Olié, what are your thoughts?”
The well-reputed pilot and leader stood up. “Your Highness, thanks to Professor Zhall, we have already made tremendous strides in improving our navy. I am proud to say that our ships are better, faster and safer than they were at the time of the occupation. Still, any way we can further enhance the safety of our people, I would absolutely support.”
“You do not think that this delay would put us at any increased risk?”
Olié looked about the room before answering. “We’ve been at risk for years, Your Majesty. A few more weeks won’t change that fact.”
Amidala offered a slight smile. “Are there any objections?”
General Panaka rushed to his feet. “I am concerned with how quickly Lord Ord learned that we are now part of the mining guild. I don’t like it.”
“Good news travels fast,” Sabé blurted out wryly from her place next to the Queen.
“While I think that the trade is an advantageous one, I don’t believe we should completely trust this arms dealer,” he pointed out, firing a glare of warning in Sabé’s direction. “Especially with both Lord Skywalker and General Tro off planet.”
Although his remark didn’t sound pointed, Amidala knew better. Apparently her explanation that both Anakin and Tro were on a critical, off world assignment without further detail, did not settle well with him. Until their return, he was the head of the military; Amidala hoped that fact would keep him pacified.
“I do not trust him either. Please coordinate with Lady Orllize to increase Palace security during his visit. Also, I will want all of our capital ships to escort him into our territory.” Amidala grinned. “I want him to know that we aren’t the weak little world he once knew.”
“I will see to it at once, Your Majesty.” Marshall Olié told her.
“I will then accept his offer.” Amidala declared before standing up. “If there is nothing further, I bid you good day.”
As the members of the Royal Court left, Queen Amidala couldn’t help the nagging feeling at the back of her mind, warning her that something was awry. She reasoned that it had to do with making such an important decision without either Anakin or Tro to consult. Still, it was too good an opportunity to pass on.
“Dormé.”
The dutiful handmaiden moved to the center of the room. “Yes, Your Majesty?”
“Please send a coded message back to Lord Ord…Tell him of our acceptance and that we will want to make the exchange as soon as humanly possible.”
“I will do so at once, Your Highness.”
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Oh wow! Talk about a plot-filled chapter. You’re definitely building up a storm here and I’m now seriously anxious and impatient for the next part. I’m so glad that Siri has finally had her blinds ripped away about Dahlia. I’m wondering if you’ll let her complete that circle by being the one who brings closure to or for Dahlia—I can’t help feeling for the kid even though she’s turned out so poisonous, which just proves that you’ve brought in an OC that grabs the heartstrings, as well as scares the crap out of folks. *g*
I’ll miss Ilianya *sniffle* Still, I hope she kicks Dooku’s butt for him. That’s if Sidious doesn’t get there first of course. This Lord Ord is another one that needs to feel some pain, btw. You’ve got quite a cadre of baddies in this fic and it’s strange because I don’t know which ones I want to see/read get hurt the most LOL
What’s going to happen to Naboo, Padme and will Anakin realise he’s needed there instead of chasing after Ilianya??? What about Obi-Wan and his treacherous, disloyal padawan????
Argghhhhh. An excellent update with amazing pacing and raising about a zillion questions (see above), but it’s also evil  . Are you trying to torment me? Is the next part ready yet!?! 
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Ohh Padme should definitely listen to her instincts in this case- I have a very bad feeling of things yet to come.
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Hmmm, I have a sneaking suspicion that Amidala is going to place herself in considerable danger, and that Anakin and Tro may have an action scene pending in the future!
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Caught up again! 
Padme needs to listen to her instincts on this one! He isn't to be trusted.  So now the truth is out about Dahlia! And Jaden - this is turning his whole world upside down!
Excellent chapters! So many twists and turns!
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Helen_Taft: Thank you so much. Most everybody just hates Dahlia so I'm glad to read that you can at least sympathize with her on some level. As for Siri, I am one for balance as well, so we'll see if she'll be the driving force for brining Dahlia to justice. Still, anything can happen.
There are definitely enough bad guys causing trouble. Hopefully they'll get what they deserve.
Ah, lots of questions. Hopefully this update will go to answering some.
Thanks so much for reading, as well as your continued support. Glad to read that I have you on the edge of the seat. Hope you enjoy this next post.
FitJedi: I wholeheartedly agree. We shall learn soon what will happen. Thanks for reading!
Jedi_Master_Cazz: You might be right. Then again, anything can happen. Thanks for reading!
Gina: Glad to know you are enjoying the twists. More to come! Thanks so much for your continued support.
Update coming in a few minutes.
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Chapter 24: The Veil of Darkness
The red sand hadn’t changed.
Thousands of years had passed since Ilianya Tro had last set foot on Korriban, and yet it still looked as it did another lifetime ago. On both sides of the valley floor rested the ancient tombs of the greatest Sith Lords who had plagued the galaxy with their particular brand of evil. There was a time when she had been destined to be laid to rest here. Perhaps, in all her years since her conversion, she hadn’t escaped that fate.
The Force wasn’t without a sense of irony.
Despite the wild currents of dark energy that flowed everywhere, Ilianya could distinguish Tyranus’ presence within Ragnos’ tomb. The rear entrance had collapsed under a pile of boulders. Glancing about, Ilianya noticed a narrow passageway through the rocks. Exploring it, she found that it led to the grand entry of the monument. Using the Force to enhance her speed, she darted up the large staircase and into the crypt.
The flicker of torchlight illuminated her path downstairs. Statues depicting the ancient Sith and their many battles decorated the labyrinth. Ilianya continued to probe the path ahead. She knew only too well how the tombs were littered with traps for overeager adventurists who dared to set foot inside. She also sensed the restless spirits that permanently resided nearby. Even in death, the ancient dark lords were busy conspiring, nonsensically hoping for a return to the plane of the living.
Death apparently hadn’t kept them adequately enthralled.
Crossing a long, narrow bridge, Ilianya saw partially opened doors leading into Marka Ragnos’ burial mausoleum. Not only could she sense Tyranus waiting for her with nervous anticipation, but also she felt the spectral gaze of Ragnos himself as the spirit was roused by their presences
When Ilianya caught sight of the Sith standing in front of Ragnos’ monument, her initial instinct was to snap his neck before he became aware of her. Four thousand years of penance had not quelled her warrior instincts. In fact, the inability to act on more occasions than she could count made her keenly aware of her killer nature. No longer did she have to hold back and that was precisely what she was doing. In the end, Ilianya would do the honorable thing.
“Tyranus!”
He spun around slowly. “Ah, the Exile. Right on time.”
Ilianya cautiously moved down the stairs. “You have something of mine.”
The Sith smirked as he withdrew the scepter from underneath his cloak. “I have to admit that it is quite breathtaking,” he admired as he turned it over in its hand. “The power that surrounds it…. is…exhilarating.”
Ilianya folded her arms. “I didn’t come here to listen to your pedantic babble, Tyranus.”
“Ever the impatient one,” he remarked, shaking his head in disgust. “I’d of thought that your long years would have taught you the importance of waiting.”
In a single motion, the Sith extended his free hand, releasing the Force in her direction. Sensing his intention, Ilianya effortlessly parried away the intended Force push. Tyranus, taken aback by her lack of urgency, pressed the attack by unleashing tendrils of Force lightning. Raising her hands to block, Ilianya briefly absorbed the energy then deflected it to the ceiling, causing a large section to collapse near Tyranus who jumped to avoid being crushed.
Ilianya was amazed that this man actually believed that he could harm her. Didn’t he know the legends? What was he trying to prove? Her musings were interrupted by the snap-hiss of his lightsaber coming to life.
She gazed upon him incredulously. “You can’t be serious.”
“How better to test one’s skills than to challenge the best?”
Ilianya scoffed and rolled her eyes. “While I am…flattered by your praise, I really don’t have time for this.” Immersing herself into the Force, she concentrated it into a wave of energy, hurtling it at Tyranus. The white bearded man anticipated her attack by somersaulting backwards; but, he landed too soon, and the strength of the Force wave slammed him roughly against the stone wall.
Surprisingly, Tyranus returned to his feet and called his weapon into his outstretched hand. Reigniting his lightsaber, he motioned for her to attack. The idea of squashing this arrogant old man was too much for her to resist. Allowing her hooded cloak to fall limply to the floor, Ilianya summoned both of her silver encased lightsabers into her awaiting hands.
She smiled wryly as she offered a half salute at her opponent.
Ilianya vaulted herself into the air, landing within a half-meter of the surprised Sith. With her left handed weapon, she swung to cut him across the waist and with the lightsaber in her right hand, she struck downward in effort to slice him in half. Expecting the lethal move, Tyranus parried her lateral attack and used his own momentum to spin about, avoiding the swipe from above his head.
Impressed by his awareness, Ilianya cracked a smile before pressing the attack. She swung her lightsabers with blinding speed at the Sith Lord, who barely deflected each jab. Sensing that he had been injured by the Force wave and was using his powers to curb his pain, Ilianya intensified her assault with each slice and strike coming stronger and faster than the previous. His strength was faltering, and knowing Tyranus was more concerned about his injuries, Ilianya paused. She lifted two of her fingers causing the Sith to rise several meters off the ground. With a subtle wave of her hand, Ilianya sent Tyranus flying across the crypt, crashing him roughly against a large, marble pillar.
Coughing out blood, Tyranus barked, “Coward.”
Ilianya couldn’t help cackling. “I was actually giving you a chance.”
“I will not give you the staff without learning its secrets!”
She clicked her tongue, shaking her head sadly. “Then….you will most certainly die.”
Looking where several boulders had fallen, Ilianya surrounded them with the Force. Several pieces skirted through the air at the unsuspecting Sith Lord who had no time to react. A large dust cloud mushroomed as the rocks struck the ground. Cautiously, she moved where Tyranus had stood. She was amazed to see him still alive, but he was on his knees using every bit of his strength in the Force to keep the largest of the boulders from landing on him.
Taking pity, Ilianya gestured towards the rocks, which obeyed her command and flew off. Kneeling beside the heaving Sith Lord, she muttered, “I respect your conviction. You have fought bravely. But this doesn’t have to continue.”
Disheveled, Tyranus sat up on his knees and dusted himself off. “I will not back down.”
Shaking her head in disbelief, Ilianya lowered her blade across Tyranus’ throat. “You can die…I can’t.”
The Sith Lord tore off a large metal torch holder with the Force and hurtled it at her. Ilianya swiveled about and deflected it with her lightsaber. Turning around, she sidestepped another one streaking in her direction. Quickly placing one of her lightsabers onto her belt, Ilianya raised her free hand, unleashing streams of Force lightning at Tyranus. He jumped over and behind one of Ragnos’ monuments seconds before the granite exploded when impacted by the lightning.
“Give me the scepter now and I will let you leave here with all your limbs still attached,” Ilianya warned as she strode over to Tyranus’ hiding place. She halted when he boldly stood up, pointing the scepter at her. “Now you are just making me angry,” she snapped. “Hand it over!”
“Did you honestly think I would be dense enough to face an unbeatable opponent without a plan?”
Ilianya felt as if her heart had stopped.
A familiar spark in the air preceded the build up of dark power residing within the staff. Somehow, some way, Tyranus had learned how to use the scepter and feigned ignorance to trap her.
But why had he risked injury, even death to face her?
She posed no threat to the Sith or their machinations. The Force explicitly forbade it. They were to be dealt with by Anakin at the appropriate time, unless….
Sensing that the scepter had reached its maximal power and aware that she could not escape its reach, Ilianya resigned herself to fate. She lowered her lightsaber and stood straight with her eyes wide open. For the first time in over four thousand years, Ilianya prayed to the Force.
Yet, she didn’t pray for herself…
“May the Force’s will be done.”
The entire world felt as if it had caught fire…
**
The Force seemed off.
Obi-Wan furrowed his brow as he looked about the exterior of Valkin Ord’s castle. The landing area rested on a large rock formation that extended from the mountain where the arms dealer constructed his lavish home. Glancing over the side, there was nothing to stop one who had the misfortune to fall. The castle was elaborately designed; however, there was something unsettling about its appearance. Or more likely, it was the situation that troubled him. They had been granted permission to land, but since their arrival, no one had come to greet them.. Strangely, those he sensed nearby were anxious.
“I don’t like this,” Jaden said, his hand hovering over his lightsaber.
“Relax. Padawan.” Obi-Wan instructed. “We do not want to appear troubled by them.”
“They are up to something,” he mumbled. “I can feel it.”
At the same instant, the main doors opened, revealing a short, heavyset man. He appeared to be near middle aged and waddled as he approached. Obi-Wan motioned Jaden to bow.
“Greetings Master Jedi, I am Michaelis, Lord Valkin’s personal assistant.”
“I am Obi-Wan Kenobi and this is my apprentice Jaden Fai.”
Michaelis offered them a toothy smile. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintances, Master Jedi. Although I have to admit that I am confused as to the purpose of your visit.”
Obi-Wan and Jaden exchanged befuddled looks. “We spoke recently with someone concerning your Master’s knowledge of Magna-metal. We were told that Lord Ord would be expecting us.”
The short man darted his eyes nervously between them. “I know of no such visit scheduled…you must be mistaken.”
Obi-Wan peered at him curiously. The Force told him that he was lying, especially since he recognized Michaelis’ voice. “Most curious.”
Michaelis chuckled uneasily. “Perhaps one of my assistants took the message, but didn’t relay it to me or his lordship.” He abruptly shook his head. “Please, come inside. I will make contact with Lord Valkin and find out where he is.”
“Does he travel often?” Jaden queried.
“Why yes, young Jedi.” Michaelis responded too cheerfully. “He has business dealings and partners spread throughout the known galaxy. He is a very important man.”
The Jedi followed closely behind Michaelis. He led them down a series of maze like corridors, up several flights of stairs and finally the stopped outside a fancifully decorated door. Jaden shot Obi-Wan a worried stare as they stopped.
“Here are your quarters.”
“I thought we were going to get in contact with Lord Ord?” Obi-Wan asked in confusion.
“That is very true, Master Jedi.” Michaelis answered with a plastic grin. “His lordship may be off in a remote section of the galaxy. It could take hours, perhaps days to reach him. And, the customs of our people dictate that any guest must be treated like royalty.” He then pointed inside the room. “Please relax. Should you need anything, com me.” He bowed and left before either of them could utter a retort.
“What a strange fellow,” Jaden observed, folding his arms snugly against his chest.
Obi-Wan shrugged before walking inside. Indeed, the quarters were luxurious as they provided for every need they might have. It had several bedrooms, a large eating area and a HoloNet viewer. On the far side of the main living room rested a computer terminal, which was connected to a sizeable communications array. “That looks rather impressive.”
Jaden nodded and sat down. He punched several keys before commenting, “This unit is amazing, Master. I could literally contact anybody with a comlink anywhere in the known galaxy.”
“Impressive,” Obi-Wan acknowledged, folding his arms underneath his cloak. “See if you can gain access to their internal network.”
The Padawan abruptly shook his head. “This system has encryption, the likes of which I’ve never seen. “ He turned to look squarely at Obi-Wan. “They would know in a second if I tried to break in.”
“Then I suppose we will have to do things the old fashioned way.”
“Which is?”
Obi-Wan chuckled merrily. “We’ll have to snoop around.”
**
Valkin Ord stared greedily at the bright blue orb of Naboo. There in the distance lay the key to bring the Mandalorian people back to their rightful place in the galaxy. Also, the greatest gift he deemed imaginable, resided there. Although he would not have ever admitted to his subordinates, Valkin was impressed by the new might of the Naboo navy. Their recently acquired Mon Calamari capital ships had been a shrewd choice. He would have given anything to see how they had modified the cruisers for human use.
Perhaps in time he would come to possess one.
Currently, Valkin’s convoy of supply ships was on a slow trajectory to dock at the Naboo’s orbital station. From there, he would shuttle down to the surface and meet with the Queen. Everything, so far, was going to plan. Soon, everything on the Naboo would be his. He did wish, though that he was arriving in the Avenger. Valkin longed to see the expression of terror in those who would soon be coming under his power. Thankfully, the last repairs had been made and it was making way to the Xinthos Cluster.
His plans were finally coming together.
Nothing could stop the inevitable.
“My Lord,” called out the Com officer.
“What is it?”
“Incoming message from Michaelis.”
Valkin groaned. “Tell him I’m busy.”
“He said that it is most urgent he speak with you, sir.”
Shaking his head, Valkin moved over to the holoviewer. “Pipe it through over here.”
Michaelis’ holographic image quickly appeared. It bowed as it made eye contact with Valkin. “My apologies for disturbing you, my Lord.”
“You’d better have a good reason.”
Michaelis swallowed hard. “Two Jedi arrived an hour ago asking questions about Magna-metal.”
Valkin stiffened. “And what did you tell them?”
“Nothing of course, my Lord.” He raised his hands in defeat. “I placed them in the guest residence until I could reach you.”
“They have probably been charged with investigating the kelvacyte raids.” Valkin rubbed his chin as he considered his options. “Alert Jango Fett of the situation. Tell him to take care of the Jedi personally.”
“Of course, sir.”
“And Michaelis…please make sure that you properly dispose of their vessel.” Valkin grinned murderously. “We wouldn’t want more Jedi snooping into our affairs before they are under our control.”
“I shall see to it at once,” he replied with a bow.
Walking towards the viewscreen, Valkin locked his gaze back onto Naboo. Soon he would possess more than he had ever dreamt possible.
**
Anakin stared listlessly at the blue glow emanating from the Infinity Gate. While he had received rudimentary training to use the device, he was uncertain where to go. He had spent the past several hours searching through the Force for General Tro’s whereabouts. Oddly, Anakin had been unable to locate her. Becoming frustrated, he shifted his eyes about the Star Temple, searching for an answer. The architecture was unlike anything he had ever seen. The statues actually appeared to come to life in the afterglow from the portal.
“I love coming here,” called out Allaya, who was sitting on the edge of the stairs, looking down at him. “I always try to imagine what the forerunners were like, and how they came up with the Infinity Gate in the first place.”
Although normally intrigued by things of the past, Anakin sighed in frustration. “It would be quite the wonder if it could tell me where somebody who used it went.”
A mischievous grinned instantly crossed the young witch’s features. She then leaped to the floor. “Actually, it does that and more.”
Allaya moved on top of the blue portal, indicating for Anakin to accompany her. When he complied, he felt his body being pulled upward as they entered into the cartographer’s room. She waved her hand in the air and the galaxy’s image was replaced with a visual of Ilianya entering the gate. Swirls of white light filled Anakin’s sight, as they journeyed along with her. The white marble of the Star Temple was replaced with red sand as far as the eye could see. Despite the pounding heat and blinding brightness, this place felt dark as an eerie chill filled the air.
“Korriban,” Allaya murmured.
“Korriban?” Anakin turned to her confounded. “Why there?”
The young witch shrugged. “I suppose you should ask her whenever you find her.”
Anakin scanned the area. “I don’t see the portal to return.
“Sometimes you are teleported from gate to gate… other times, you end up somewhere random.”
Now concerned, Anakin peered over at Allaya. “And how will I find Korriban’s gate? It isn’t exactly a small place.”
“Usually the gates’ signatures within the Force are unique, making them easy to find. Sometimes though…they can be well hidden.”
“That does complicate things a bit,” Anakin observed sardonically.
The image suddenly reverted to the overview of the galaxy. “As much as I would like, I cannot help you any further.”
Anakin smiled knowingly at her. “Nor would I ask anymore of you, my friend. Thank you for everything.”
Allaya smiled while stepping down from the Infinity Gate. “Your destiny awaits you, Anakin Skywalker. May it bring you the answers you seek.”
He nodded once before the blue light engulfed him. Hopefully his mission would be successful and General Tro could help him back. If not, he might be stuck for a very long time. Determined to succeed, Anakin focused his thoughts on the barren world of Korriban, Anakin felt as if his body had been dunked in a tank of water. The sensations of spiraling were nearly overwhelming, but he continued to keep his mind centered on his objective. Only seconds had passed when he opened his eyes again. To Anakin’s surprise, he was not standing in the middle of the red sand as he had seen before.
Instead, he was inside a dark, damp cave.
Anakin looked about, straining his eyes to see into the dark. Reaching out with his feelings, a tremor in the Force urged him to cross the stone bridge to the other side. Relying on his instincts, Anakin walked blindly towards the beacon in the Force, which grew stronger with each step he took. Perhaps it was Ilianya showing him the way to find her?
Hastening his pace, he headed down a narrow passage that was not made of rock. Upon closer inspection, the wall was permacrete and the corridor stretched for several meters into a large chamber. Anakin unclipped his lightsaber, proceeding cautiously. The disturbance in the Force was close. Although it didn’t echo any impending threats, he didn’t want to be caught of guard. The chamber was a large, empty room splitting into three separate paths. Anakin didn’t bother looking at the other two passages. He continued straight ahead.
Activating his lightsaber for illumination, he observed that the walls in this part of the building were weathered. The sounds of dropping water echoed around him. Anakin was beginning to think his imagination was getting the better of him when the familiar sound of a lightsaber coming to life caused him to stop dead still. Moving his blade aside, he saw a red hued lightsaber growing brighter as its master neared.
Positioning himself defensively, Anakin squinted when he spotted his opponent. Dressed in dark brown robes and a hood, it wore a mask with a thin slit stretched across for the being to see. Anakin probed it with the Force and though it was the source of the disturbance, it also seemed like it wasn’t there. Despite his Force perceptions, the hum of its lightsaber was growing louder as it stood a few paces away made it real enough.
“Who are you?” Anakin demanded. The being didn’t react. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
It then raised its head. To Anakin’s surprise, the voice sounded human. “I apologize for what has to be done.”
Anakin was going to question him further when a shrill warning in the Force urged him to move his blade to parry off the impending attack. Shaking aside being taken by surprise, Anakin pushed with his full strength on the hilt of his lightsaber to move his opponent backwards. He righted himself and lunge forward slashing from side to side, attempting to unbalance the man. To Anakin’s amazement, his adversary countered each maneuver with starling precision. Even stranger was that he did not initiate any reversals as if he was content to parry each of Anakin’s well-placed lunges.
Anakin knew though that his opponent would not maintain the stalemate forever.
Operating on pure instinct, Anakin jumped up, snapping his foot square onto his attacker’s chest. The man grunted as he fell to the floor, his lightsaber falling out of his hand. Anakin Force pushed the weapon far out of the reach of his attacker. Quickly, he moved over and pointed his blade at the helpless man’s throat. Anakin’s opponent breathed heavily with his hands extended on the ground.
“You’ve defeated me…finish this.”
Anakin searched the Force for any hint of deceit. When he felt none, he extinguished his blade and offered the man his hand. “I will not kill a defenseless man.”
To his surprise, his adversary chuckled. “She was right about you…. strong, but compassionate.”
After helping him to his feet, Anakin took several steps back. “Who are you?”
The man reached up and removed his mask. Instead of a loathsome creature, he possessed youthful features, which some would consider attractive. He had dark hair and piercing brown eyes. “My apologies, Chosen One, for that. However, in my time there was an adage that the best way to learn about a person was to face him in combat.”
“Your time?” Anakin asked curiously. “Who are you?”
“Forgive me,” he replied with a grin. “I’m afraid death hasn’t done much to improve my manners.” He extended his hand in greeting. “You can call me Revan.”
**
Jaden skulked closely behind Obi-Wan as they entered the bowels of Ord’s castle. They had discovered the entrance by chance when a young Xinthonian had keyed in the access code, revealing its hidden doorway. Using the Force to mask the sound of their footsteps, they followed the youth down several flights of stars into an underground hangar. It was several times larger than the main docking bay in the Jedi Temple and was considerably busier. Ships of all shapes and designs were parked, many of which were being loaded with supplies. The most disturbing element though was the rows of soldiers, presumably gearing up for combat.
They found a large stack of crates to hide behind as they watched the constant activity. “Recognize those fighters?” Obi-Wan asked, pointing to the far left end of the hangar.
Jaden quickly peeked over the crates. “They look a lot like the downed ships that took part in the kelvacyte attacks.”
“And how much are you willing to wager that their coating is Magna-metal?”
Jaden couldn’t help smirking in delight. “Seems like we found our raiders.”
Obi-Wan shook his head. “Something isn’t right, though.”
“What do you mean?”
“Valkin Ord is a well connected arms dealer with a vast fortune,” Obi-Wan pointed out. “He could have simply bought the kelvacyte instead of stealing it.”
Jaden’s brow creased downward. “Why didn’t he then?”
“Good question,” his Master answered with a half smile. “Think about it. If he was buying kelvacyte in such great quantities …”
“That would have left a trail,” Jaden finished for him.
“Precisely.”
Despite the obviousness of the evidence, Jaden had to agree with his Master. There was something more to the whole situation. “I don’t understand, Master. From what I’ve read, he would have only needed a fraction of what was stolen to build enough high powered blasters for every private militia in the Republic and have literally tons left over for the rest of his life.”
Obi-Wan pensively tugged at his beard while staring out at the hangar. “I wish I knew, Padawan.” He then shifted his eyes back to Jaden. “In any case, we need to make contact with the Council. This has gotten much more complicated.”
“I wholeheartedly agree,” Jaden said, as he was about to stand up.
Obi-Wan pulled his shoulder down. “Hold on.”
Before Jaden could ask what had happened, he heard Michaelis shout from across the hangar. “Chief Amador! What are you doing?”
Both Jedi leaned up to see. The short Michaelis abruptly halted when the large warrior stalked towards him. “We are following Lord Valkin orders!”
Michaelis waved his hands in the air. “No. Those ships are for the kelvacyte extraction team,” he pointed at a set of ships on the left, “and those are for the security force.”
Amador leaned down, moving to within centimeters from Michaelis’ face. “You should not speak to a Mandalorian chieftain in such a disrespectful manner. I should kill you where you stand.”
“Mandalorian chieftain,” Obi-Wan whispered to himself. He glanced over at Jaden. “These aren’t merely renegade pirates. They’re organized.”
Before Jaden could respond, they heard Michaelis insist, “Then Lord Valkin will not pay you and your clan will be banished from the new realm.”
The chieftain appeared to consider his threat before hunching over the much shorter Michaelis. “I will see that the changes are made.”
“Good,” Michaelis snapped. “Our Lord has already arrived at his destination and we will need to be ready to depart on his orders.”
“Very well.” Amador then paused in mid-step and pointed at Ord’s assistant. “Be warned, little man, you will not be able to hide behind his lordship forever.”
“We shall see,” Michaelis barked back He turned to leave, but halted suddenly. “Oh and Chief, there are two Jedi snooping around the castle.”
“Jedi? Here?” Amador grinned maniacally.
“If you should see them,” Michaelis continued. “Do not engage them.”
“What? There are none better for a warrior to test his skills against.”
Jaden softly snorted and turned to Obi-Wan. “At least they think highly of us, Master.”
“Quiet,” Obi-Wan ordered.
“You will take no action against them,” the heavyset man insisted. “Com Jango Fett if you should discover their whereabouts. Lord Valkin has ordered that Fett alone is to deal them.”
“Deal with us?” Jaden repeated. “I don’t much like the sound of that.”
“Neither do I,” Obi-Wan answered grimly.
“And who is this Jango Fett character?”
“I don’t know,” Obi-Wan admitted. “Nor do I want to find out. Let’s get back to the ship.”
“Gladly,” Jaden responded with a sense of relief.
Returning to the main level didn’t take long. Fortunately, their hosts were too busy with their elaborate schemes to notice them heading towards their ship in plain sight. Jaden continued to probe the Force ahead as they left interior of the castle. Only a hundred meters separated them from their parked starfighter. He was about to activate the ship remotely when he felt himself being pushed to the ground.
“Get down!”
A deafening explosion ripped through the air. Jaden felt the extreme heat of the blast throughout his body as he swung his head down to escape the flying debris. Quickly, he and Obi-Wan returned to their feet, brandishing their lightsabers and probing the area for attackers. Jaden moved behind Obi-Wan who was searching about for the impending attack. He glanced over to the charred remnants of their ship.
“This isn’t good,” he lamented. As Jaden turned to speak with Obi-Wan, he heard a shout along with what sounded like an ignited jetpack.
“Don’t move!”
He looked up to see a man hovering several meters above the ground, clad in silver Mandalorian armor and pointing two blasters at them. “What in the blazes is that?”
“Trouble.”
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RE: For the Love of the Queen-The Naboo Chronicles Sequel (A/P, O/S & OCs) Chap 24 UP! (5/30)
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Wowowowowow! What an amazing chapter. I have to mention the lush scene setting and then that fight scene between Ilianya and Dooku—it was brilliantly depicted. What a twisty count he is pulling off a double blind like that. I have to point out this bit, because it’s particularly relevant to me (which you may see quite soon,lol)
Even in death, the ancient dark lords were busy conspiring, nonsensically hoping for a return to the plane of the living.
Also, what kind of an evil cliffhanger is that you left us with???!!   I need to know what is going to happen to Ilianya!
It was also great to see Obi-Wan so much in this chapter.  What can I say, you really have Obi-Wan down to a total T. Fab characterisation. Although after the last chapter, Jacen makes me itch for some reason, I suppose I still want to smack him for thinking of turning Obi in. *g*
“Then I suppose we will have to do things the old fashioned way.”
“Which is?”
Obi-Wan chuckled merrily. “We’ll have to snoop around.”
Love, love, love that bit. But then you gave us this:
A deafening explosion ripped through the air. Jaden felt the extreme heat of the blast throughout his body as he swung his head down to escape the flying debris. Quickly, he and Obi-Wan returned to their feet, brandishing their lightsabers and probing the area for attackers. Jaden moved behind Obi-Wan who was searching about for the impending attack. He glanced over to the charred remnants of their ship.
“This isn’t good,” he lamented. As Jaden turned to speak with Obi-Wan, he heard a shout along with what sounded like an ignited jetpack.
“Don’t move!”
He looked up to see a man hovering several meters above the ground, clad in silver Mandalorian armor and pointing two blasters at them. “What in the blazes is that?”
“Trouble.”
LMAO! Obi-Wan really is the master of understatement and does it with style. I seriously can’t wait for Obi-Wan to tangle with Jango (why does that sound weird, lol)
Congratulations on an action-packed, chocka full of thrills ride. Now get writing! I need to know how Illianya, Anakin and Obi are going to get out of their various scrapes! Not to mention the looming threat to Naboo. Shoo. Write. Now!
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