This scene will be split in two, but for now it's packaged in this handy readable format!

I really like this scene for it's chemistry - the first half has raw sexual tension, and the second half has a much deeper psychological tension that sets up for a cool romance between Ada and Obi-Wan.

I'm pretty proud of this... I think it says the characters are developing feelings for eachother without the characters having to pronouce exactly how they feel in every other line of thought.

HOLY CRAP! I just wrote almost 2000 words! woah! And it makes sense! It's pretty much all action too, which is really hard for me to write. There are tons of typos and little problems, but STILL. Horray!

( On With The Show )

I might keep working on this, but right now I have to eat and pee like a mad man.

Wow. I'm busy like a bee!

The 'Prophesy'

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When Two Walk in Silence
And all walk alone,
When Fire licks at water
And safety lies in stone.

When One lies encumbered
And numbers lie in wait
When riddles speak freely
And safty lies in fate.

When fear distributes quickly
And livens all to haste
When truth forgets its feeling
And love forgets its face.

When Two walk in shadow
And all forget to see
When Fire burns too swiftly
And scatters the debris.

When council leaves the mind
And logic eats the heart
When safety permits danger
And all is torn apart.

When balance comes in one
And perfection meets in two
When struggles meet with celibration
And all begins anew.

When anger mates with sadness
And all life cries in pain
When sadness envies hatred
And grace loss leads to gain.

When future bends at present
And past is misconstrued
When paradox is pleasant
And malignance is renewed.

- Ru'matii, Jedi Master

tar tee tar tee har (evil Mary leprochaun noises)
And here I am, actually writing more! WOO! Can you believe it? Actual progress!! AAAHAHAH!! And some humor! (mind boggling, I know)

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“Anakin, there!” Padmé’s finger thrust unexpectedly under his nose, and had it not been for Anakin’s precognition, it probably would have been lodged in his right nostril. He turned his head sharply left and saw Obi-Wan trailed the Sith, who’s robes were billowing impractically behind her, slowing her down just enough for Obi-Wan to keep right on her tail. The speeders were being pushed just beyond their limits, and if one of them were to jerk the steering column just a millimeter too far, they would probably both go down ( in an instant. )
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And Rachael, my most avid reader!! You haven't reviewed on ff.n yet! Four other people have gotten there before you! You have a bit of a blotch milady!!! Get some polish out and start rubbing!!!
(sends horny werewolves after you)
"BAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH"
*is hyper.... very hyper*

Hey, I'm suprised I'm working on this at all... I've been making one short film a day for film class (not that it's required, just that I want to) and we just got a new refrigerator, which let me tell you, was a BITCH to put in. And we haven't even turned it on... wah.
( Anyway, on with the show: )

Muah! I have written! Last night I got this fic back up on ff.n, even though it's pathetically short at just one chapter and a prologue. Oh well, I wrote like six pages of additional material last night, and although it's not chronological, it has A LOT to do with what's going to happen in the next chapter.

( So I warn you, MAJOR SPOILAGE ahead! )

Sad...that was like six pages on paper and it's barely three on the computer. Oh well. I made Obi-Wan a cold, menacing stupid-head and Coo-Am a slightly spazzy schizo girl. Hope it was enjoyable for you!

Though Obi-Wan had scarcely felt them budge, his feet were moving. The large palace corridors shrank around his running, his ignited lightsaber throwing an irregular green light onto the walls. His hands were unsteady. He had heard it. He had felt it in his mind. It hadn’t been sudden; he had felt the pressure of the Dark Side building around him, building and tearing at his brain; when it had snapped. In the small crack of a blaster shot, someone was dead. They had slumped into their chair, their blood ticking the walls in little droplets. He had felt them on his face.

( He bolted )
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Okay, so maybe this sucks, but oh well. This cuts to Anakin and Padme going to the ship, because Padme doesn't just want to sit around and not help Obi-Wan.

I also discovered that I wanted to have this one part in the beginning of this, but I don't have it with me today...which ticks me off. I'll have to fish around at home and try to find it on my old computer....la dee da.

      Carefully, and with an elegance not usually found among mechanics, Anakin Skywalker glided along the bowels of his ship. He almost seemed to float, with his hips caught in a flexible harness of woven plasteel fibers. His feet were looped through the dangling supports, each one hanging from the rig in the ceiling. Centered perfectly among a 5x5 pit in the back of his J-type 327, he pecked through the circuits and wires along the walls as gently as if they were made of old fabric. Occasionally, he would do this for fun; strapping himself into the heart of his ship, letting the near purring sounds of its engine lull him into meditation. But today he was looking for something, and as his thin fingers - strong and quick from years of subtle repairs - shuffled among the seemingly disjointed boards and switches, his eyes roved through the maze like zircon-colored lasers in the dark.
      Hyperdrive leak; he remembered that much. Something about not being able to pay for the extra fuel. He hadn’t listened to very many words after hearing his sole favorite; fix. He liked it better this way; floating in the near darkness of the maintenance pit, feeling like a bird caught in nautical twilight, searching for the last traces of the horizon. Floating above the wires and circuits, listening to the hum of the engine, watching with eyes half-open, half-closed. Like this, always like this; the only peace he had ever known. Whirs and hums and speckles of color and dust, dark breathing that ran down his spine with long, calm breaths. Machine breathing, machine blood pumping through the wires as his fingers flickered between them. The living, breathing form of his ship as he rested in its heart, beating against him. Him listening to its whispers, the only one able to hear its pulse.
      His eyes closed now, listening. It was as if it spoke to him, filling his mind with flashes, pictures, near memories. He felt the heat on him then, like that bird trapped in the sky. Felt the tingling warmth creep across his wings as a cloud shifted away from the sun. Calling upon the Force almost before he thought of it, his left arm shot away from his body, palm out, fingers stretched apart. He heard the smack of metal on skin before he felt the weight of his beta-corder in his hand. Flipping it on, he felt the tiny waves of the little machine, its small existence vibrating gently in his palm, pressing against his life line.
      “Combusting terminal,” he muttered, capturing his words with the beta-corder, hearing their ghosts float around him in the pit. Images: breathing, blood, life, fire, coming through the veins of the ship into the veins of Anakin Skywalker.
      “Internal anti-polar switch.” His hand rested against the wires and circuits as if it were his head, his soul dreaming with the ship; seeing through its eyes.
      “BOT motor.” Spinning, smoke, dust, fire, spark…
      “CDP…” Sharp, gash, blood, pain…
      “Screwdriver?” His eyes flashing open, the beta-corder in his hand seemed to shift; mold into another form, and his harness seemed to grip him differently, like a different time, a different problem.

      Anakin was there floating, hovering, nearly sleeping. Caught between light and dark, his arms splayed to his sides, feeling the air and sorting through it. A kiss. A warm, dry kiss on his middle knuckle, and he jerked, a screwdriver falling from between his pelvic bone and the harness. He hadn’t noticed it at the time. The sound had been quiet next to her laughter. And what laughter it was; peeling through the darkness with an almost painful purity, wrapping around Anakin and curling deep into his mind. She knew where to find him.

      Anakin smirked, flinging the beta-corder off to the side, knowing he wouldn’t need his notes later. He swung his left arm up and grabbed a thick coil of plasti-rope, pulling it loose from its lock. And then he released it, slowly, hearing the creaking of the fibers bending along the solid framework of the rig in the ceiling, hearing his breathing bounce of the walls and floor as they grew closer. Knowing what he would find, his right hand seemed to feel it there already, the shape molding into his palm without thought. And then it was there, sitting in his palm; the screwdriver. It had been there since that first day back. He pressed the two halves of the CDP back together; the screwdriver had wedged them apart, and replaced the hose that led to the BOT motor, using a spare piece of clear tubing and roughly a yard of black magnetite tape. Then, flipping the anti-pole switch and securing the combusting terminal with more magnetite tape. He looked down at the screwdriver, its once sharp bit now mangled and clumped, and slightly reminiscent of cottage cheese. His smirk grew a little wider.
     
“What would I do without you, Padmé?”

      Obi-Wan's hands were shaking. he had heard it, but worse, he had felt it in his mind. He had felt the pressure of the Dark Side building around him...building and tearing at his brain; when it had snapped. In the small pop of a blaster shot, someone was dead. They were dead and had slumped into their chair, their blood ticking the walls in little droplets. He had felt them on his face.
      His feet were moving though he had scarcely felt them budge. The large palace corridors shrank around his running, his ignited lightsaber the only solid thing in time. He bolted around corners and through open marble rooms, looking for the source. The fading call of the Dark Side was here in this hallway, but also in this room and that room and all the others, and no matter where Obi-Wan ran it followed. And then, he walked straight into it.
      There was a smell of charred flesh in the room, and of anger and hate. Deep, deep hatred. But it was lingering, and as Padmé raised her head slowly to look at Obi-Wan, it seemed to dissapear. Eirtaé, Yané, Rabé and Saché were silent and seemed to tremble, reaching out their small hands to touch Sabé's face, Padmé's arm. Her guards were standing quietly against the walls, heads bowed and shifting on their feet. Captain Panaka was nowhere in sight.
      The Queen opened her mouth to speak, but only air passed through her lips, and her throat tightened it into a small squeak that sounded like glass being scratched. There were tears on her face.
      A carbon copy of Padmé's face lay pressed against her chest, Sabé's still body rocking in the Queens arms. Small burgundy specks dotted her white make-up, one just above her eyelashes, closed against her cheek.
      Padmé touched her favorite handmaiden's disguised forehead, and kissed her there, the make-up leaving a shadow on her lips. Her robes were streaked with white.
      "I tried to get her, but I just..." She tightened her arms around Sabé. "She was like a shadow. I could barely see her."
      Obi-Wan had a wretch in his throat, and he walked to Padmé slowly before touching her very softly on the shoulder.
      "What can you tell me?" He looked down at her face and had to look away again, but she put her hand on his and pulled herself up on his arm, curling against his chest lightly.
      "Oh Obi-Wan..." Her voice was so thick and slow, it shook. "I can't...it was...” She sobbed and hugged him feircely. "It was a woman...I saw her face...she was laughing and I just heard the shot and then Sabé..."
      Obi-Wan wasn't sure what to do. Her sadness weighted on him like iron bars, and she was sobbing. He had never seen her so distressed.
      "What happened?!" Anakin's voice drifted in from the archway, alarmed. Obi-Wan heard his clattering footfalls as he rushed to Padmé's side.
      "Padmé? Padmé are you alright? I felt the Dark..." He spotted Sabé's still face, unnaturally pale, resting in the arms of Padmé's four handmaidens. It was barely a whisper. "Oh no."
      Softly he pulled Padmé into his arms, resting his cheek on her head and letting her cry. He rocked her gently and his hands quietly rubbed her back. Obi-Wan looked away, turning to one of the guards, who cautiosly met his eye.
      "Where's Panaka?"

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Well, there's a bit of a cookie I found, there was only about a page of it before, but I really liked it, so I've added to it here. I think this will probably open Chapter II, but we'll have to see after I write the new Coo-Am stuff from Chapter One. She was just SO Mary-Sue. So hopefully less of that in the future.

My one concern with this is that I don't want to begin a false Ani/Obi/Padmé triangle, because that's not the case...I want Ani/Padmé's love to be very pure, and I don't want people to think that Obi is some lusting....luster. (of LUST). lol. But anyway, I'll have to bother a few people about that.

Cha!