The Nurse and the Assassin.
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Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,179
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Nurse and the Assasin.
Disclaimer: Lucas owns it and makes all the money. I play with it for fun.
Author Notes: Loosely based on a scene of the movie "The Emperor and the Assasin" and of course "Revenge of the Sith". The rest comes from my brain.
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Anakin retracted his lightsaber in the now silent Council Room. Moments before the space had been filled with the morbid hum of Jedi weaponry and the confused outcries of the few remaining younglings. He wasn’t proud of what he’d done; He didn’t feel much of anything at all. It was a necessity. A task that needed doing. For peace, for Padmé.
He turned about, stepping over the scattered carcasses of his small brethren. The older ones splayed neatly over the younger, as if they tried to protect them even in death. Though Anakin felt no remorse, no guilt for his actions, he left the Council Room before reaching out with his mind to check on his clone troopers. They had all but finished their task as well, firing blaster shots into the fallen ones that still showed life signs.
Perfect.
He had started his descent back to the main entrance of the temple, eager to leave this place of massacre and reunite with his wife, who would surely be worried about him. Anakin was checking in with the commanding clone officer at the rendezvous point in the main hall when he first felt it. It was ever so slight, barely there, but the feeling of Force in motion was so distinct that he had to double check.
“You’ve left no survivors. You’ve checked the entire temple.”
It was more a demand than a question. The clone commander seemed confused.
“Yes, sir. We have swept the building. All souls lost.”
All souls lost.
Anakin despised the combat lingo that the clone troopers used. They were nothing but animals, and their professional jargon only strengthened his disgust for them. He was about to step out the door when he felt it again. Clear this time, bright and luminous like the fireflies of Tatooine’s summer nights. There was life in the temple and it was trying to hide. A lesser man would have walked out the door, disregarded this tremble in the Force as background noise. That’s why the Chancellor had not sent a lesser man to do this job.
Anakin turned back towards the temple’s interior and searched the halls and rooms. Nothing. The feeling registered weak, not nearly as strong as a Jedi would register, which is why he almost missed it. But it was there, oh yes it was, and Anakin strained to find it’s origin. Moments passed and he still couldn’t pinpoint it, which caused him much frustration. How could something escape him? He was the most powerful of all Jedi. It was right in front of him, yet he had scanned every hall and every room in the temple and all he felt was death. Perhaps he was going about it the wrong way. Anakin took a deep breath and drew from the wretched torrent that lived inside him. He drew upon his hate to seek further, letting the cold, bitter sting of the Dark Side fully permeate his being. His fingertips tingled and a furnace ignited within his quickly blackening heart. Still no clear location. His anger grew, engulfing him rapidly; the cold spreading with the speed of a racing pod. Nothing. He let out an angry roar and clasped the handle of his lightsaber when he remembered Obi-wan’s continuous mantra:
Patience
Anakin closed his eyes and calmed his mind. He scanned for any memory he had of the temple. Any seemingly insignificant corner he’d ever visited. Then it came to him. It’s really no surprise he hadn’t thought of it, since he had only been there once. He had started his training well past the normal age of indoctrination. How could he possible have missed it?
The nursery!
Anakin spun around to face the clone commander.
“Did you check the nursery?” he barked.
“Yes, Sir, we did. There were no souls found.”
Again with that bloody jargon.
“Like Sith’s hell there were! You two, follow me!”
Author Notes: Loosely based on a scene of the movie "The Emperor and the Assasin" and of course "Revenge of the Sith". The rest comes from my brain.
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Anakin retracted his lightsaber in the now silent Council Room. Moments before the space had been filled with the morbid hum of Jedi weaponry and the confused outcries of the few remaining younglings. He wasn’t proud of what he’d done; He didn’t feel much of anything at all. It was a necessity. A task that needed doing. For peace, for Padmé.
He turned about, stepping over the scattered carcasses of his small brethren. The older ones splayed neatly over the younger, as if they tried to protect them even in death. Though Anakin felt no remorse, no guilt for his actions, he left the Council Room before reaching out with his mind to check on his clone troopers. They had all but finished their task as well, firing blaster shots into the fallen ones that still showed life signs.
Perfect.
He had started his descent back to the main entrance of the temple, eager to leave this place of massacre and reunite with his wife, who would surely be worried about him. Anakin was checking in with the commanding clone officer at the rendezvous point in the main hall when he first felt it. It was ever so slight, barely there, but the feeling of Force in motion was so distinct that he had to double check.
“You’ve left no survivors. You’ve checked the entire temple.”
It was more a demand than a question. The clone commander seemed confused.
“Yes, sir. We have swept the building. All souls lost.”
All souls lost.
Anakin despised the combat lingo that the clone troopers used. They were nothing but animals, and their professional jargon only strengthened his disgust for them. He was about to step out the door when he felt it again. Clear this time, bright and luminous like the fireflies of Tatooine’s summer nights. There was life in the temple and it was trying to hide. A lesser man would have walked out the door, disregarded this tremble in the Force as background noise. That’s why the Chancellor had not sent a lesser man to do this job.
Anakin turned back towards the temple’s interior and searched the halls and rooms. Nothing. The feeling registered weak, not nearly as strong as a Jedi would register, which is why he almost missed it. But it was there, oh yes it was, and Anakin strained to find it’s origin. Moments passed and he still couldn’t pinpoint it, which caused him much frustration. How could something escape him? He was the most powerful of all Jedi. It was right in front of him, yet he had scanned every hall and every room in the temple and all he felt was death. Perhaps he was going about it the wrong way. Anakin took a deep breath and drew from the wretched torrent that lived inside him. He drew upon his hate to seek further, letting the cold, bitter sting of the Dark Side fully permeate his being. His fingertips tingled and a furnace ignited within his quickly blackening heart. Still no clear location. His anger grew, engulfing him rapidly; the cold spreading with the speed of a racing pod. Nothing. He let out an angry roar and clasped the handle of his lightsaber when he remembered Obi-wan’s continuous mantra:
Patience
Anakin closed his eyes and calmed his mind. He scanned for any memory he had of the temple. Any seemingly insignificant corner he’d ever visited. Then it came to him. It’s really no surprise he hadn’t thought of it, since he had only been there once. He had started his training well past the normal age of indoctrination. How could he possible have missed it?
The nursery!
Anakin spun around to face the clone commander.
“Did you check the nursery?” he barked.
“Yes, Sir, we did. There were no souls found.”
Again with that bloody jargon.
“Like Sith’s hell there were! You two, follow me!”