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19 March 2010 @ 03:10 am
Fic: ‘Allayloo ta nuv.’  
Title: Allayloo ta nuv.
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: (MA 15+)
Time Period: Between tPM & AotC.
Summary: Truth is revealed and feelings are indulged.

Author's Note: For Valentine’s Day, I began to write a story, following the prompt voted for in the poll that was run. When I realised that the story was in no way going to fulfil the Valentine’s Day prompt of ‘one night’, I put it aside and began writing another that was completed in a few hours (there were quite a few distractions). However, I wasn’t completely happy with that particular story and posted a small part of it as In the midst of the woods.

However, my attention was caught by the longer version of that story and I’ve worked on it, on and off, since Valentine’s Day (there’ve been quite a few distractions), working out its kinks and lengthening it; I even wrote a new ending. It’s the same story and in no way nullifies In the midst of the woods; this is simply the larger story that In the midst of the woods came from.

Due to length, it has been divided into parts. Also, due to content, the story has been classified as (MA 15+); all parts of this story will be classified as such.

This is Part I of V.

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


Sunlight trickled between leaves and through the cracks in the canopy. Buzzing and whirring could be faintly heard but that could have been the pounding in his temples; he could’ve sworn, and probably did, when crashing that his brain had bounced around in his skull.

He hated flying.

No response from R4 and the instruments, he noticed; everything on the console was dark. He pulled his headset off and let it drop from his fingers; it landed on his feet. He shoved the canopy as far upward as he could with a little help. A few switches were flipped; it was better to be certain than to trust to his dulled senses. Nothing responded. He waited a few extra moments for his head to clear enough for him to exit the starfighter and he glanced over the side to ascertain whether he could land safely.

The Force helped when he jumped over the side of his cockpit and landed, not quite as softly as he’d hoped, in the greenery below. He looked up to R4 whose domed head was dangling by a few wires; it was definitely going nowhere and a long greenish-pink tongue flicked against it and whipped back. The dangling metal shifted under the force of the action and a red-winged reptavian landed atop it. It was time to go before something even bigger than those two creatures came; what was it Qui-Gon had always said in these situations? That’s right – there was always a bigger fish. It was time to depart before that bigger fish came along.

Closing his eyes, he concentrated on those he hunted with the aid of the Force, and turned east; they were deeper in the forest. He opened his eyes and followed the path the Force had revealed to him. His head still hurt but he ignored it. There would be time to rest, and heal, later.

He jogged through the forest, climbing over fallen branches and small trees that had been toppled by the passing of some large creature. Occasionally, he would stop and listen, to determine if he could hear any sound not naturally occurring. Sweat beaded on his forehead during the course of the day and he was relieved Anakin was at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant; he was studying with the Grand Master of the Jedi who had decided Obi-Wan’s padawan needed additional lessons in patience while Obi-Wan was on this mission. Anakin would have crashed into the middle of everything first and then asked questions during the ensuing fire-fight. Speed was of the essence and his padawan’s headstrong nature would have unnecessarily slowed them down.

It was almost evening when he heard voices. He leaned against a tree and closed his eyes once more, hearing the voices of his quarry subtly changing direction; it was the wind that carried them, he understood, and they were … very close by, he determined, to his right. He turned in that direction, treading softly and watching for any sudden movements that could mean an attack. He kept close to the shrubs at the base of the trees, crouched low; he could see two of the kidnappers on watch – were they Duro? No; Neimoidian. Did they never give up when it came to Naboo?

Carefully sneaking around them, he could see no sign of their prisoner as he approached the small cargo freighter, creeping around the side away from the two unhappily nervous Neimoidian guards hidden in the underbrush. He took note of the freighter’s location, the fire before the door-hatch around which sat another two on guard duty. Their disgruntled muttering about the remoteness of the planet and its native inhabitants were heard; he was simply glad they weren’t on Cato Neimoidia. A Gamorrean and a Twi’lek exited the freighter through the side door and sat away from the fire and the Neimoidians. Mercenaries. That might make matters complicated – they’d be more prepared for unexpected visitors and unwelcome Jedi. He pinched the bridge of his nose briefly before he slowly backed out of the bushes, senses alert, until his back was against a tree.

So, there were four guards on look-out duty plus the mercenaries: two hidden by the lowering evening and the forest plus two more by the fire in front of the freighter’s side hatch with the Twi’lek and surly Gamorrean hidden by flickering shadows. Those last two would be the bigger problem. He could see their plan – have the Neimoidians slow down any rescuers while the mercenaries blocked any escape routes, thereby catching prisoner and would-be rescuers. It wasn’t a bad plan; it was one he’d seen elsewhere, employed to great success. Did the Gamorrean and Twi’lek indicate Hutt involvement, he briefly wondered? Not his problem, he decided; he simply had to rescue the prisoner and escape.

Oh yes, he commented drily within his mind, that won’t be a problem at all.

He shook his head gently in an attempt to clear the annoying pain he hadn’t dealt with yet. He circled to the back of the freighter to determine whether there were more guards. There weren’t but that didn’t mean there would be no alarms; as it was, he was having to depend on his memory for the layout of the ship itself and his hope was for no modifications that would mean a drastic change from the plans he’d studied before the leaving Coruscant. The lack of guards at the back did mean he could cobble a plan together to rescue the fair maiden; he smiled faintly at his small foray into the realm of whimsy and snuck away from the ship using the nearby bushes as cover.

Approximately one klick from the freighter, he settled onto the ground behind one of the many tall trees in the area. He fumbled with the small kit attached to his belt and freed from its confines a capsule which was immediately popped into his mouth. One quick dry swallow and the pain from the crash began to subside. He tilted his head back against the tree and allowed the cool of its bark to soothe his frazzled nerves. Fiddling with his utility pouch produced an energy capsule which was swallowed once its packaging was opened. He closed his eyes and waited for it to take effect.
Armchair DM: Igor & Carson: Waitingarmchairdm on March 19th, 2010 02:49 am (UTC)
Oh wow. This has me on edge. What a cliffhanger. Can't wait for the next installment.
F. J.: Lanterns: Warmmorethanacandle on March 19th, 2010 01:39 pm (UTC)
Can't wait for the next installment.
I hope it doesn’t disappoint!