?The Prophecy of the Force? Part One: Shroud of Darkness (Just after AOTC)

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NEW SEARCH? Dooku
ACCESSING DATA: No such subject found
CROSS-REFERENCE DATA: No such subject found
CANCEL PREVIOUS REQUEST
NEW SEARCH?

Obi-Wan leaned back into his chair; he hadn?t really expected to find any useful information, but it was worth a chance. His head turned slightly as a familiar presence entered the hall. Anakin strode purposefully towards him. His emotions were slightly muddled, as if he were preoccupied with something.

?Your focus isn?t here, Padawan,? Kenobi murmured softly, ?distraction is dangerous in these times.?

?Yes, Master,? Anakin replied absently, he glanced at the screen. ?What are you looking for??

?Dooku, I thought to check to see if any information on him remained in the archive, but unfortunately it has vanished like Kamino.? At the mention of Dooku?s name, Anakin absently flexed the fingers of his mechanical hand.

?Did you hear about the latest attack, Master? The entire Council is going to be witnessing the next full senate meeting to discuss what to do. Everyone will be there.?

?Including Padmé...?

?And?? Obi-Wan now looked up at his Padawan. His expression was unreadable.

?And well, that seems a bit pointless to me,? Anakin admitted. He took to an empty chair next to his Master. Obi-Wan shifted to face him.

?Open discussion is very important over a serious issue, and civil war is a very serious issue.? There was now a hint of steel in his voice.

?Yes, Master, but we know what Dooku and his people are doing is wrong - why aren?t we out there now trying to stop it??

?A course of action must be decided.?

?A swing of a lightsaber is a course of action.?

?Recklessness leads to carelessness, which can harbour bad results.? Obi-Wan glanced down at Anakin?s new arm; it glinted slightly in the lighting of the hall. Anakin clenched his fist.

?Think Anakin, please, I don?t want you getting hurt again.? Anakin blinked in bewilderment at this, Obi-Wan was usually never so open with his feelings. He got up to leave, only to take a few steps, and spin back around.

?Master??

?Yes?? Obi-Wan had already turned back to the computer screen, and was busying himself with prior matters. Anakin shook his head.

?Never mind, it?s nothing.? He strode off, the soft clicking of the terminal keys following him down the hall.

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Sorry it was so short, but it's leading up to a couple important parts.

 

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Not bad! In fact, I like it a whole bunch! I am leaving and will not have access to a computer for a few days, but I will do my best to keep up with your story! I like it SO much so how can I not? Keep it up!

 

Oh, thank you! A reply means so much to me! The next part is quite long, and Amidala_Skywalker is pretty swamped by one of Darth Real Life's minions (Darth School). So be patient and hopefully I can put the next post up soon.

 

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Wow! A_J, I absolutely love Part One thus far. In particular, the dialogue for Palpatine is out of this world: the phraseology could not have been any more perfect. When reading his dialogue, I can totally hear Ian Mcdiarmid's voice - complete with his unique vocal inflections; it just sounds so natural, and so him. Thus, well done!

P.S.: I'm dying to read the next installment.

 

Thank you for the reply MASTER_OBI-DAN! I really appretiate it. As soon as I get the post back, I'll put it up.

 

A dark warrior strolled proudly down a plain corridor. His droids were fighting admirably against the Republic?s new clone army. He gave a toothy grin to the air. The Republic had no idea - the pawns they were - what was truly going on in the galaxy around them. This period of bloodshed would soon give birth to a new era - a glorious era of unity.

The corridor spilled out into a dimly lit room, furnished with only two seats and a desk. Behind the desk sat a hunched figure dressed in black, a hood pulled up to hide his face. The warrior gave a deep, respectful bow to his master.

?Sit, Dooku, what news do you bring?? The dark-cloaked figure?s voice was low and raspy, with intelligent eyes peering out at the servant. With a swirl of his cloak, Dooku took the seat and leaned back. Sometimes he wondered why his master bothered having him report;, he seemed to know everything before he did.

?Master Sidious, the war between the Separatists and the Republic is heating up. There have been rumors of people?s resentment towards the lack of Jedi involvement.?

?Excellent, what of the young Jedi you wounded??

?Anakin Skywalker?? Dooku paused. ?He is recovered, and is at this moment with his Master Obi-Wan Kenobi at the Jedi Temple.? He eyed his master. ?Do you wish that I dispose of him??

?No.? A hint of steel formed in Sidious?s voice. ?I want you to keep away from him. I have plans for his future.? Though Dooku could not see his master?s face, he could easily imagine the smile that formed there.

?There have been... rumors of him ever since he arrived at the temple over ten years ago. He was declared too old for training at first, and then they allowed Kenobi - barely a Knight - to train him! Oh, and the whispers of the prophecy...?

Sidious was silent; Dooku felt a slight twinge of nervousness, which he crushed beneath his anger. Perhaps, Sidious did not know of the prophecy? No, that was impossible. He was not one to let information slip pass him, especially something as important as this.

?Do you believe Skywalker is part of the prophecy?? Was that curiosity he detected in his master?s voice? He swallowed.

?He is indeed an admirable Padawan. Before, I dismissed it as a dream, but the Council?.but after our battle... I felt a ?strangeness? in him.?

?A ?strangeness???

?I know of no better why to explain it, Master. During our battle, there was a fleeting instant where I felt something inside of him - a power that no Jedi has been able to touch.? Dooku nodded, pleased with his perception and continued. ?There are legends of the ancient Knights - of how they had powers we have long lost. Perhaps, this Anakin has the ability to tap these lost powers??

?Perhaps,? Sidious mused, ?but I think it is much more then that.? He got to his feet, as did Dooku and stepped around his desk.

?A confrontation of destiny is looming with the Council. The Jedi must be put out of the picture. Go, sow the seeds of distrust and anger against the Jedi. The order will fall to make way for a new era!?

Dooku smiled.

***

Anakin felt light-hearted, and a spring was in his step as he moved through the Temple with uncustomary grace. His passed one of the Council members.

?Good afternoon, Master Windu!? he smiled broadly and hurried on. The Jedi Master paused, and stared after him, wondering at this abrupt, and welcomed, change. Bemused, he shook his head and continued towards Master Yoda?s meditation room.

It was indeed a good day for Anakin Skywalker - not because tomorrow was the day the Senate would pass judgment on a new course of action for the war. But because a certain special senator was landing on Coruscant in less then an hour. Padme, his beautiful Padme, he wanted to meet her and perhaps steal her away from her duties so they could share a moment. He remembered back to the time on Tatooine. When they had first met, he had asked her if she was an angel. She had smiled and laughed at his childish question. His heart fluttered. He wasn?t so sure he had been wrong.

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Obi-Wa

 

I have just one word to describe the story thus far: enrapturing. Well done, A_J.

 

Very good story. You capture the tone of Star Wars well. Please keep writing!

 

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In the darkness of space, two fleets clash. The world below them is lush with life, until...

Ships explode, raining shrapnel on the land, other?s crash, destroying majestic trees. Chemicals seep into the dirt to poison the plant life, and the planet shudders with the effects of war. The world?s few remaining people pull themselves from the wreckage and ask themselves why the Gods would do this? Then, with tears for their once beautiful soil, they try to heal their dying home.

***

The first thing Padmé saw when she debarked the ship was Anakin waiting for her. She carefully kept a smile from her face, pleasure that he had come filled her. He stood there in his Jedi robes, tall and elegant, his Padawan braid flapping in the wind. Dormé and Sabé gave each other knowing glances, as Padme stepped to greet her secret husband.

?It is a pleasure to once again see you, Jedi Skywalker.? She gave him a slight nod as he bowed low to her.

?The pleasure is all mine. I shall escort you to your quarters.?

He waited as Padmé signaled her guards that everything was all right. Then, she followed him into the building. They were silent, walking side-by-side through the halls, various technicians and other personal moved aside for them as they recognized the Senator. They came to the Naboo suite, where she had met Anakin after ten years apart. Now she did allow a smile to creep across her face.

Anakin tapped the pad, and the door slid. He gestured and she stepped inside. As soon as the door closed, she glanced at him, an eyebrow raised.

?Don?t worry, I disabled all of the security cameras and put in a looping tape.?

?How clever.?

She embraced him fiercely, thinking about how good it was to have him against her again. ?I?ve really missed you.? Padmé pulled away from the hug just enough to give him a kiss on the cheek.

?Not half as much as I?ve missed you,? he retorted, brushing his hand across her cheek. ?It?s been so quiet.?

?Are you accusing me of being noisy and disruptive?? she asked, faking indignation. Playing, she slapped his arm.

?Maybe. But perhaps I like noisy and disruptive!?

She stared at him then chuckled; he was so improper, so completely against all of her rules. She loved it.

They came together in a kiss...

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Obi-Wan stood silent before the Council, waiting for their verdict. Deep inside he felt a twinge of nervousness. He quickly shunted it away; it would do him no good if the Council read that in him.

?This is most unusual,? Mace Windu commented, stroking his fingers.

Yoda glanced over at his long time friend and waited. The tall black human, it seemed, was to be the voice for this meeting.

?Senator Organa seemed very sure that a Jedi?s guidance would be needed,? Obi-Wan remarked. ?What I don?t understand is-?

?Why you?? Master Windu interrupted. He nodded sagely. ?Why indeed.?

Obi-Wan kept his peace, but deep inside him he felt that something out there was growing - something that could be for good or evil. A vital turning point was coming, and he had a terrible feeling that he could do nothing to stop it.

 

Good stuff there.