There had been a boy called Anakin Skywalker, who had grown up, and fallen in love. Or maybe he'd fallen in love first, before even managing to grow up, for he was a contrary boy in many ways...
He'd loved his mother when he was a boy (and afterwards, too), and loved his teachers and mentors and fellow students too, at least a little bit. But the one he loved most of all was a pretty woman called Padme, who he'd met when she was barely a girl and he was still a child, and who had grown up to be beautiful and kind and wise.
And now the world seemed less clear, more murky then even a few months ago, and he was afraid. And cold. And unable to escape the fires of his nightmares.
It hurts...Anakin... Obi-One is sometimes there, sometimes not. A baby wails, echoing forever into the endless corridors...
His fears and hope would have eaten him alive, if things had gone on as they had until that moment, and there would have been one that would have gleefully watched that happen, giving him a small push here and there when deemed necessary. His teachers and mentors could not help him, not really, for they and those who came before them had spent generations upon generations avoiding those very problems, and therefore had forgotten any effective ways to deal with them when such problems arose nontheless.
But now...
Nobody saw, or even perceived, the small rip in space-time that opened up in the air, only to close in a matter of seconds. Though a certain small wizened greenskinned gnome did look up at the green-tinted sky, and wriggle his ears for a moment...
"--Skywalker. Skywalker, what in the name of the Force is wrong with you? Are you drunk?"
...Was he now? Anakin Skywalker didn't think so... But then, it wasn't like he was a 100 percent sure, either. He wasn't sure of a lot of things, recently.
Though he did feel quite a bit better then only a couple of hours ago, strangely enough.
"I came to report something...ahh?"
"Oh? Is it about Chancellor Palpatine, by any chance?"
"...I...think so?"
"You...think so."
Mace Windu groaned. Nobody would have called him a overly patient man, after all...
"Very well then, you just keep on thinking about it while we go make sure Palpatine hands back all his emergency powers to the Senate, now that the war is over for all reasonable purposes, all right?"
"Ahh...yessir. Sorry, sir?"
Windu blinked, then. Had Skywalker just called him sir like he meant it?
"Skywalker...there is something..."
Why the tarnations was the boy's Force emissions so...hazy?
"--Skywalker, I has no time for this, but you do not appear to be well. I suggest you visit the medical section, as well as take off for the day."
"I don't feel sick, sir."
"...Just do it, all right?"
Damnit. Obi-wan would kill him if something happened to Skywalker, especially if it was about something that wasn't even connected with Palpatine or reliability problems...
"...Alright, sir. But there was something..."
"Yes, yes, Skywalker, it probably wouldn't matter after today anyway, but tell me--or somebody in the Council, anyway--if and when you do remember it. Now go."
"--Yessir."
Damn, that wasn't like Skywalker, either...
Windu watched the boy stumble off, mumbling to himself, heading in the general direction of the lifts.
"No...wait...Master Windu, I got it!"
...Ahh?
Twitch, mumble, twitch, mumble, twitch...
"....Well, what is it, then? Spit it out, boy!"
"Well, I don't really wanna say this, since Counceller Palpatine has looked out for me for a long time and all, but...He's a Sith Lord, sir."
The silence was think enough to eat.
"...Whaaaat!"
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