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09 April 2010 @ 12:48 am
Fic: ‘From first meeting to last.’  
Title: From first meeting to last.
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: (G)
Time Period: During RotS: Anakin at the Jedi Temple.
Summary: She wondered how it could come to this.

Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).

Order 66 came through and Anakin attacked the Jedi Temple and throughout that, I wondered: what happened to Jocasta Nu?

So, I wrote this.

Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Lucas; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by him.


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Hidden in a corner of the archives, she paused in straightening data books; her hand poised over the spine of the book she’d been putting in its right place. The clomp of the clone troopers’ boots in the hallway echoed in her sanctuary, accompanied by hushed orders to search. She waited until the sounds passed before she stepped away from the shelves, one hand resting on the hilt of a lightsabre that hadn’t been activated in years. In the large room, she knew how to walk silently.

She peered around the entrance; no one in sight. Suddenly, she heard the familiar sound of lightsabre meeting lightsabre but there was a note of unfamiliarity in the sound: violence. Suddenly, four younglings raced around the corner, skidding to a halt at the sight of the older Jedi. She put a finger to her lips and gestured for them to enter the library; she’d been forgotten and would remain so, she hoped.

“Follow me!” She instructed them, a spidery hoarse whisper and she led them to an alcove behind some shelves, deep within shadows. No one would find them. Once they were stowed in the area, she crouched before them, partly visible but to a casual observer, it looked as though she were stooping to pick up some fallen data books. “Tell me what’s going on,” she hissed. There was movement in the shadows; it was her padawan and she nodded curtly in acknowledgement; he’d hidden himself there earlier, poring over a datapad.

They crowded closer; she nudged them back. “It’s Anakin!” They chorused. “He’s killing Jedi,” one informed her in a fervent murmur.

“There are tunnels from the Temple,” she told them. “My padawan,” she nodded to him, “will show you where they are. Do not ignite your lightsabres and hide.”

“... wha—what will you do, Master Nu?” A small girl asked; she trembled from her fear and Jocasta smiled, warmly, to calm her.

“What does the Jedi code say about fear?”

“There is no emotion, Master. There is peace,” all four recited; she noticed her padawan was silent. She arched a brow at him; he looked at his hands, abashed.

“And the fear you feel will lead to the Dark Side so banish it,” she instructed calmly. “It will be easier said than done but you must or your fear will lead the Chosen One to you and he must not find you, not until we know what is happening.” She met their gazes. “Go to my office and stay there until I have left and signalled it is safe to leave.”

They nodded and she stood, rested her hand on her padawan’s shoulder as they filed quietly past and looked at him, seeing the resolution of his expression. “Lead them quickly and quietly. Do not let them be found.”

He nodded.

“Go now!” She pushed him, gently, in the direction of her office.

He stopped, glancing back. “Will you be all right, Master Nu?”

“Go!” She motioned him to move onward. “I will see the truth of this for myself.”

With one last look to her, he ran silently to her office.

She ran to the Temple Beacon; if Anakin were killing Jedi, he would seek to use the beacon to summon surviving Jedi home. She felt movement in the Force, a darkness of sorrow that overwhelmed; she fell to one knee, her hand over her heart, next to the beacon. She had felt the edges of it in the archives but not like this. Nothing like this.

Using the wall beside her, she stood and jutted her chin outward. She remembered when she first met Anakin; a small child in the shadow of newly appointed Jedi Knight, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Anakin had been awed by the library, all the knowledge contained within the walls.

“Does it have all the information in the galaxy?”

“It does,” she told him. “There is nothing you cannot find in the archives. They are the most complete archives anywhere.”

“Does it have information about me?”

She looked to Obi-Wan, who nodded imperceptibly. “From a certain point of view, yes.”


From the hallway, she heard the stomp of the clone troopers followed by a lighter tread. She met Anakin’s eyes as he walked through the door. His hood was up, covering most of his face but she could see the depth of his eyes. How blue they were not.

She unclipped her lightsabre from the sash around her waist. “I cannot let you pass.” Her voice rang clean and clear in the room.

Anakin sneered. His lightsabre flared to life. “Do not think you can stop me.”

She activated her lightsabre. They met with such fury that sparks flew. He twirled away and, suddenly, his lightsabre seared through her chest. All she could think, as her eyes widened with shock at the lightsabre in her chest, was of the earnest young boy she’d met in the library that day and wonder how such blue eyed innocence could come to this.
 
 
 
Armchair DM: Carson: No no no AIEEE!!armchairdm on April 9th, 2010 01:19 am (UTC)
Oh wow. Again you're making me feel sorry for Anakin /after/ he turns.
F. J.: Lanterns: Warmmorethanacandle on April 9th, 2010 04:11 am (UTC)
Might I ask why?
Armchair DM: Igor & Carson: Waitingarmchairdm on April 12th, 2010 02:01 am (UTC)
It's mainly the questioning of why he did what he did.
Lumy: AniVaderRedsaberluminations on April 10th, 2010 02:17 pm (UTC)
Oh wow, I'm tearing up at that ending (even though it's hardly a surprise, we knew all along what was coming). And how she knew she was doomed when she sent her padawan away, his question as to her well-being unanswered.

That last thought of hers was probably shared by all of Anakin's mentors in the Temple that day. :(

Lovely work.
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on April 10th, 2010 05:14 pm (UTC)
And how she knew she was doomed when she sent her padawan away, his question as to her well-being unanswered.
I wonder, after writing this, how often that might’ve haunted him in the coming days and years he possibly lived.

That last thought of hers was probably shared by all of Anakin's mentors in the Temple that day. :(
Unfortunately, yes. As I was writing this, I was thinking of who I’d heard was in the Temple that day and the fate of other Jedi; that made this harder to write.

Lovely work.
Thank you; I could picture Jocasta so clearly as I wrote this so I was hoping I’d brought this moment to life well.