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stephanie_ficsTitle: Destiny Can Wait
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Time Frame: RotS
Characters: Anakin, Padmé, Barriss, Nikkei.
Genre: AU, Drama, Romance, Action
Rating: Teen
Summary: Anakin goes on his trip to Coruscant.
Chapter list
Thanks for the betarentsgirl
Chapter 10 – Coruscant
I've never known completeness
Like being here
Wrapped in the warmth of you
Loving every breath of you
-X-
The early morning sun crept through the shades illuminating the bedroom and waking Padmé. She turned her head away to keep the glare out of her eyes. Still a bit groggy, random thoughts filled her head, like remembering what day it was and the things she planned to do. Luckily this morning she woke up without feeling sick. The first eight weeks felt like a never-ending stomach flu. All she could do was sleep and use the refresher. Now her morning sickness was becoming less severe each day. Her energy returned and she felt like a human being again.
She listened to the subtle sounds in the house. The twins were quiet. They would sleep for a while longer. At least they usually did these days.
Anakin was lying on his side beside her, his hand resting on her small round belly. He was still sleeping, much to Padmé’s relief.
Her eyes gazed over his face studying each detail. The way his hair wisped across his forehead and not nearly long enough to hide the thin, faint scar over his right eye. She followed the slope of his nose to his partially open lips. His breathing was lighter than usual and he looked relaxed.
She didn’t think he was dreaming. She hadn’t heard him talking in his sleep or felt him leave her side in the middle of the night for a while now. But the fear that he would always circled her mind like an approaching storm.
Anakin’s eyes fluttered open and he soon focused on the face that was watching him. Padmé thought he probably sensed he was being watched and felt guilty for waking him. But this morning was similar to many mornings of the past few months.
Padmé caressed his cheek, feeling the stubble under her fingers. “Good morning, my love.”
“Morning.” Anakin mumbled with annoyance.
“Did you sleep well?”
Her husband sighed heavily and met her eyes. “It was a dreamless sleep if that makes you feel better.”
“It does. I don’t want you to suffer from -.” Padmé couldn’t complete her thought, not wanting to jinx it. She was not ever superstitious but a little more than three months had past and Anakin had not received any haunting visions about her or their baby nor has she had any complications. She wanted to keep it that way. Seeking her husband’s warm comfort she moved closer to embrace him and rest her head against his chest. She barely whispered a prayer of thankfulness for one more night gone by without a dark vision.
Pushing his frustration with her early morning ritual aside, Anakin held her close and kissed the top of her head, also secretly thankful. The absence of his dreadful dreams and the memory of his vision of Padmé with a child gave him hope and security that all would go well. Even without the frightful premonitions their experiences with this pregnancy were different from the last. Just being by his wife’s side made him realize how much he missed when he was away at war.
Each new development filled Anakin with the excitement, joy and awe as if he were a first time father. Padmé was grateful to see her husband in that light and at times it made her forget her misgivings about having another child. A pinnacle moment, one she would call a turning point, was the first time they saw the baby’s ultrasound. The three-dimensional holo image revealed only a kidney shaped organism with a fast paced heartbeat but for its parents it meant much more. More than words could describe.
Padmé later admitted to Anakin that when she was pregnant with the twins she couldn’t bring herself to look at the ultrasounds without him by her side to share the moment that was supposed to be theirs. Also, it meant she didn’t have to face the reality of her situation. She had to hide her pregnancy from her family and the public and it tore her heart in pieces that she kept the little joy she felt about becoming a mother to herself. Even during a private exam she couldn’t take pleasure in seeing her child, or she could now say children, on the holo projection. By looking away she wouldn’t be reminded that she was lying to her family and how far that first lie has taken her, that the man she loved was fighting battles light-years away and he could possibly never return to her waiting arms to find out he was going to be a father.
He was in her arms now and she could stay that way all day. Anakin would be leaving for his trip to Coruscant tonight. The thought of him taking a trip to Imperial Center, so close to where the Sith were made her shudder. Padmé pushed that thought away. He would be away for nearly a week and this weekend were their last two days together.
Anakin broke her from her ruminations. “I take it since you’re not running to the ‘fresher you’re feeling better?’
“I am.” Anakin was very much relieved. He did all he could to help her feel better, but sitting by her side as she released her insides made him wonder why nature had to be so cruel just to grow a baby.
“And how is our little blessing?” Anakin slouched down to face her belly. He lifted the hem of her nightwear above the small round bump to place a gentle kiss on her skin.
Padmé basked in the delight at hearing his nickname for the baby. While they shared the same feeling about the baby’s gender they agreed to keep it a surprise. “Little blessing is resting peacefully.”
She began to comb through her husband’s messy, wavy hair as he rested his head against her belly. Closing her eyes she gave into the pleasant moment between them. His gentle touch was soothing and a comforting warmth flowed over her like a blanket. Just as she began to lose herself to sleep again a tingly sensation trickled through every part of her body and she felt herself melt with Anakin. Opening her eyes she thought her sight was deceiving her but there she saw the simple image of her husband still resting against her and his hand laying flat on her belly. With his eyes closed he could be mistaken for sleeping but she knew he was not.
Everything was connected to each other through the Force. Life. The sensation of stars being born, the sun’s light and nourishment, a seed beneath the ground waiting for spring, the slow current of the lake, the sound of two heart beats…
Anakin concentrated and focused his mind back toward the very room he was in. The rhythm he felt all around them continued in the way Padmé grazed her fingers through his hair, the rise and fall of her chest, and the sound of blood rushing through a being no bigger than his hand. He sensed a small turn in the current of the Force press against his mind.
Anakin slowly came out of his meditation and looked up to find Padmé watching him with curiosity and awe. She had seen him use the Force before for levitation, meditating or to silently speak to his children. She even knew he used it with her when she was in labor. But the Force was still a mystery to her, a power she would never fully understand. The experience she just shared with Anakin was a whole new level to her and gave her some insight into what the Force was like but left her still in wonderment about the unexplained power she didn’t share with him.
Her stunned silence caused Anakin to ask quizzically, “Did that bother you? I won’t do it again if–“
“No,” she interrupted, “I - I liked how it felt.”
“Maybe I should have reached out to the twins. Then we could have known ahead of time that there were two.” Anakin lightly joked to hide that small regret.
Padmé ran her fingers through his waves, “Hmm, I didn’t mind that we were surprised.” She pushed a strand behind his ear, but it was too short and slipped back. “Speaking of the twins, I should make us some breakfast before they wake.”
She moved to get up but Anakin lightly pinned her down to stop her. “Have Threepio do that.”
Padmé rolled her eyes. “Threepio was not programmed with culinary skills.”
“Then I’ll make us something. What would you like?”
Padmé, flattered by his offer, said with a smirk, “Two, no three, eggs on dark toast with jelly, and a short stack of pancakes – with assorted berries. And a cup of Felucia vima tea-”
“Milk and sugar,” they said in unison. Anakin gave a small laugh and kissed her forehead, “Ok, anything else, my love?”
She smiled in appreciation, “If I think of something I’ll let you know.”
-
Anakin’s entrance into the kitchen alerted Threepio and Artoo and they powered up to greet their master.
“Good morning, Master Anakin.” Artoo also whistled along.
“Good morning.”
Threepio’s optical sensors watched Anakin take out a variety of food from the fridge. Understanding human behavior was part of his programming and so he noticed his master was light on his feet this very morning. He translated that it meant Master Anakin was in a good mood. Not wanting to feel useless he offered his services. “Master Anakin, I can prepare breakfast while you relax and watch the morning news on the Holo Net,” while still rambling he turned the receiver on, “Is Miss Padmé feeling alright this morning? I can make some of that delicious tea that helps calm –“
Anakin cut him short, “Threepio, I got it covered.” He placed the eggs, batter mix, milk and bread on the counter. As he handed two plates from the cupboard to the over-enthusiastic droid he added, “You can set the table.”
Threepio noted that since his master was the one preparing breakfast that meant this was to be a romantic meal. “Certainly, Master Anakin.”
The protocol droid prepared the breakfast table complete with cloth napkins wrapped around utensils and a lone burning candle in the center. Anakin proceeded to mix the batter to pour on the hot pan, scramble the eggs, make some toast and boil water as he listened to the local weather and news in the background.
After the pancakes complete with berries were stacked, the eggs packed into jelly sandwiches and the tea brewed Anakin ordered the droids to do a routine check around the house and called his wife to the breakfast table. When Padmé entered the room, in a true chivalrous fashion he pulled out her chair for her to sit and draped her napkin across her lap.
“Thank you, Anakin. This smells delicious.”
Her husband took his seat adjacent from her and placed a soft kiss on her hand. “You’re welcome, m’lady.”
They ate their breakfast mostly in silence. Padmé equally divided her attention between her meal and the news report about on going post-war issues in the Senate. She frowned in disgust and with some regret when her replacement, Senator Baltar, chosen by Palpatine himself, addressed the Senate asking for Imperial aid and intervention for the hurricane disaster on Naboo.
All the political nonsense bored Anakin to tears and he tuned it out. He sat back, finished with his meal and on his second cup of tea, looked out the window. Brown, red and orange leaves covered the surface of the yard, yet another chore to add on the on-going list. He couldn’t wait for spring when they could take their breakfast and lunch on the terrace without the distraction of the Holo News.
His own attention turned to the projection when he heard Avel’s name.
“This just in, Lord Avel led the arrest of a band of rebel spies hiding in the underworld of Coruscant. Anticipating Lord Avel’s arrival the leaders set off a suicide bomb and were killed. Other rebels and stormtroopers were also killed or hurt. There is yet no report on the official numbers. However the mission was a success as the rebels’ ring has been disbanded, thanks to Lord Avel’s leadership and the force of his 501st Legion.” The image changed from the androgynous, humanoid reporter to Lord Avel stepping out of a speeder. “His lordship would not comment or answer our questions but we have been informed that the case has been handed over to an inquisitor while Lord Avel takes on his next brave mission to protect the citizens in the Empire.”
The holocams record the Sith as he walked to his private starship. He is honored and glorified by the media. Their new Hero With No Fear while instilling fear in others.
Anakin was giving a choice to still be that hero. Instead he chose to hide away on Naboo at Padmé’s request. How long would he have to wait before he could have everything he lost back?
Padmé shut off the receiver and threw down the controller. Her vision fixated on the flame flickering on the candle in front of her. “I hate that you’re going there.” She shut her eyes tight. “Of all places why did it have to be Coruscant?”
Anakin reached for her hand. “We’ve already been through this.”
They made eye contact. “Are you sure he won’t sense your presence?”
With reassurance he told her, “Padmé, I’ve been preparing for this trip for a few months, meditating and practicing my skills with stealth. I have my fake id docs and I won’t bring my lightsaber. Sidious will never know I am there.”
“Unless he already knows you’re coming. This could all be a trap.”
Anakin shook his head. “I highly doubt that. It doesn’t feel like one.”
Padmé jerked forward towards him. “Just be careful. I have a bad feeling about this.”
Anakin threaded his fingers with hers and rubbed the forefinger of his other hand up and down her arm. “Forget Coruscant for now. What do you want to do today?”
Padmé didn’t answer right away. She watched his finger trace her arm. “Well first we should wash these dishes. Then take a shower.”
“Together?” Anakin gave her a carnal grin.
She smiled, “I’d enjoy your company. By the time we’re done the twins will be calling for us. I thought about taking a trip across the lake to see the ollopoms migrate but I think I rather just stay home today.”
“Me too. Actually I was thinking of raking up those leaves,” he nudged his chin toward the window, “into a big pile and have the kids play in it.”
“And jump in with them.” Padmé playfully shoved his shoulder. An image from last fall came to mind when they were still living at Sola and Darred’s lake house. Anakin and Obi-Wan had gone over the land surrounding the house to rake up the leaves. Ryoo and Pooja had come out and excitedly dove into the mountainous piles wrecking hours of work. Obi-Wan was clearly upset by their behavior but was more so when Anakin joined in to play with them.
Anakin stood up to take the dishes to the sink, “You will too.”
-X-
The day flew by and after the toddlers were finally down for the night Anakin had to leave for the spaceport. Padmé walked her husband to his speeder where he threw his travel bag into the passenger’s seat. The scene, saying goodbye like this was a resurrected memory. Since settling on Naboo neither expected to have to be separated again.
Padmé shivered from the cold evening air and Anakin took her into his arms breathing in her scent as he buried his face between her shoulder and neck. “I’ll miss you.”
His body warmed hers and only made her think about the big, empty bed she’d sleep in alone. “Be safe.” She closed her hand in his hair, brushed her lips against his ear and whispered, “I love you.”
Anakin declared the same sentiment and before he drove off they kissed with too much longing and reluctance to let go.
No matter how much farther Anakin drove away from his home he still felt his wife’s hold on him along with her concern and worry. Even without the knowledge of his plan to get inside the Jedi Temple, he knew her feelings were justified. If Padmé was right and he was walking into a trap, then leaving his wife and children unguarded would be his stupidest mistake. Anakin asked Obi-Wan to keep himself open to any disturbances in the Force, though that would be difficult with the dark side clouding their vision. That didn’t make Anakin feel any better about being on Imperial Center. He’d have to rely on resources besides the Force to find any answers.
The speeder under Anakin’s direction turned with the curves and sped through the forests on the way to Theed until Anakin felt a shift in the Force. Something up ahead blocked his way and he hoped it wasn’t a new Imperial checkpoint. The lone, hooded figure on the road told him it was not.
Anakin stepped out of his speeder. “Barriss, what in the blazes are you doing here?”
The Mirialan woman pushed back the hood of her parka. “Waiting to crossing paths with you. I didn’t think you would get my message in time and had to let you know I’m going to Coruscant and we are going to get into the Temple.” As she smiled her diamond tattoos lifted across her face.
Anakin rolled his eyes and shook his head. “No, no, no. It’s risky enough that one Jedi is snooping around. You can’t come.” Anakin opened the door to step back into his speeder.
“Are you forgetting that you have to attend a convention all day and that leaves you little time to do reconnaissance?”
Anakin folded his arms. “You assume too much. I have ways to get in and out of the Temple, and I have a very reliable source I can contact.”
Barriss matches his stance and tone. “So do I, and the free time. You could use my help. I didn’t come here to ask if I could tag along, but just to let you in on my decision. If we work together this will be easier.”
Only Obi-Wan and Barriss knew of his excursion to see the Temple’s ruins. Although the three of them discussed what he could possibly find there Anakin never sensed Barriss’ intention to join him. He then wondered if Obi-Wan knew of her intentions and encouraged her to follow him. Anakin reached out to her mind and felt her struggle. She was fighting to suppress her anxiety, her grief and her anger. This wasn’t just about finding information. She wanted to see the Temple to find some kind of peace. “Fine.”
Barriss nodded once. “Glad we’re on the same page. Thanks to your encrypted message system I’ll send you some details I had in mind. I’ll see you on Coruscant.”
“When do you arrive?”
“In the evening of your first day. We all can’t take a chartered flight.” With a wink she turned to walk off.
“See you soon and may the Force be with us,” Anakin whispered.
-X-
Coruscant, despite the new name Imperial Center, looked the same. Its lights from space gave it the appearance of a rare, shimmering jewel. Being on the surface felt anything but. Coruscant was strong with the dark side of the Force. Anakin felt it seeping from the darkest caverns when the freighter entered the system. While he expected his Force abilities to be clouded by the darkness he didn’t expect to feel the void of Palpatine’s presence. If the Emperor was cloaking his presence just as Anakin was, then the Jedi had reason to be even more cautious.
Suspicion, fear, and paranoia lived in the beings that went about their day. Although security was tight Den Mercer’s ID docs got Anakin past customs and checked into the hotel where the convention was being hosted.
The first day had been lively and buzzing with activity. Engineers from across the galaxy had come to network, showcase new ships in production and show their support and cooperation with the new regime.
After the long day many of the attendants retired to their rooms to rest before it began again, but those who had never been to Coruscant before wanted to explore beyond the hotel.
Anakin answered the door to his room and hid his annoyance with surprise. “What are you all dressed up for?” He moved aside to allow Nikkei to enter. Though he asked it was clear she was ready to enjoy the evening out. She was wearing a 2-piece outfit made of pleated organza that draped around her body in an aesthetic fashion to show off her midriff and shoulders. It was difficult to tell its color because as she moved the light reflected off the material and beaded bodice in different spectrums. No matter what shade of blue or purple appeared it complemented her skin tone. Her jet-black hair, adorned with jeweled clips, was styled up to show off her neck and dangling jeweled earrings.
“I read about this great Mon Calamari restaurant and came by to ask if you wanted to have dinner with me.” She then took notice that Anakin was dressed down in dark blue drawstring pants and a soft pull over shirt. He held a data pad, “Thanks but I was just about to order room service and call it a night,” he lied. Anakin sat down in the armchair by the window and continued to scroll through the menu.
Nikkei frowned. “I was hoping by being on Coruscant you would break out of your shell a bit.”
Anakin said, without even looking up, “My shell?”
“Yes, Den.” Nikkei moved to sit on the edge of the bed and faced her friend. “You’re so much fun to work with but outside the comfort of the agency you’re, well, shy.”
Anakin wanted to laugh at her assessment of his personality. He settled with, “I’m just not that hungry. Mon Calamari is never a light meal.”
“That’s fine but do you really want to eat alone in your room knowing there’s so much of the city to discover? At least let’s just go out for dinner.”
She was watching him with a sweet, hopeful smile. Anakin knew she meant well and could have easily gone out with anyone else in their group but it was obvious why she asked him. And damn the powers that be she was getting in the way of his plans. “There was this diner I wanted to try out.”
Anakin saw her hold back a scrunched nosed look. “All right, sounds… good. But save your appetite because tomorrow we’re having Mon Calamari.”
-
Although Nikkei was weary of eating at a diner, she had gotten Den to agree to have dinner with her and so she could deal with whatever could be on the menu. At least he changed into something that didn’t make her feel overdressed. He wore a long, black leather jacket over a black V-neck shirt and black slacks. After a back and forth discussion they agreed to make their way to the diner by turbo lifts and skywalks, then take an air taxi back.
The cool night walk to CoCo Town took only 20 minutes and gave them a chance to recap the day’s events. Both Anakin and Nikkei were surprised to find they each took notice of the lack of non-humans invited to the convention. Of all the space agencies from the different systems in the Empire the only non-humans in attendance were Verpine and Sullustans.
Anakin led Nikkei to the Med’soto style diner and they were seated in a red booth. A quick glance back into the kitchen settled Anakin’s concerns when he saw Dex flipping sliders on the grill.
Anakin had gone through a mental list of locals on Coruscant he knew growing up, most of them junk dealers he’d deal with when he was a Padawan and would sneak out of the Temple to buy parts for his droid projects. A dead Jedi making contact with them would be foolish. But Dex was an old friend of Obi-Wan’s and he heard all kinds of information from his customers, especially the regulars. Now he just had to get Dex’s attention and politely ditch Nikkei.
A server droid rolled up. “Are you ready to order?”
“I’ll have nerf steak, well done, with sliders and a glass of ardees.” Anakin answered.
Nikkei clicked her tongue with one more glance of the menu. “I will have the large fried nerf garden salad. Please put the ‘special mix dressing’ on the side, and I’ll have what he’s drinking. Thank you.”
“Ah, you managed to find the only healthy dish they make.” Anakin teased.
“Should I be worried about that dressing? It didn’t specify what it was made from.” she winced.
“I think it’s fine. Anyway, you were saying before, -”
“Actually you were talking shop but I rather talk about something else. And not pod racing.” Nikkei held up her hand to stop her friend from going down that route. “We’ve known each other for nearly a year and I feel like I don’t know much about you.” Anakin made no attempt to speak. “What do you do for fun?”
Anakin considered her question for the most truthful and least revealing answer, not to mention trying to remember when he ever got to have any time to himself. “I like to build and fix things. Droids mostly, though what I fixed up most recently was a barbeque griller.”
Nikkei was clearly impressed but stated, “That is not much different from what we do at the agency.”
“True.” Anakin glanced at the kitchen.
“Is that all you do for fun?”
Anakin nodded. “Besides betting on pod races, pretty much. “
“And we are back to pod racing.” Nikkei laughed as their drinks arrived.
“No, no we’re not.” Anakin protested. “Ask me something else then.” He spoke too soon just to prove her wrong and regretted suggesting such a thing. He took a gulp from his glass.
Nikkei took a sip and winced as the ardees burned her throat. “Well, I have always been curious. How did you get that scar?” She motioned with her finger to her own eye.
Anakin sighed. From her point of view it was an innocent question. He didn’t want to lie to her. With some thought before he began he stated, “I –uh - got into a fight with a mad woman.”
Nikkei’s jaw dropped, her deep-set, almond shaped eyes stared at him in shock. “What? How?’
“It was a few years ago. I was loitering somewhere I shouldn’t have and she followed me looking for trouble. I defended myself and she almost took my eye with a hydrocutter. It got pretty bad.” That was partly true and good enough to suffice her curiosity.
“Burning stars,” she whispered. “Then what happened afterwards?”
Anakin’s senses caused him to look away again. Droids rolled about taking orders, taking away plates, and serving food. Dex had come out to the counter to speak to a familiar face. His voice and laughter singled out from the other murmured sounds. Dex handed a plate to a droid. The Jedi kept his gaze on the droid as it breezed by and wobbled on its wheel, nearly dropping the cuisine in its arms.
“Watch it you bucket of bolts!” A squeaky voice costumer shrieked.
The droid set down the plates, “My apologizes, sir.”
The spectacle grabbed everyone’s attention for a fraction of a second.
Anakin shrugged and drank again, “Nothing. They never found her.”
Nikkei turned her attention back saddened to hear his answer. “You kept the scar though. Bacta would have healed it.”
“I like it. A reminder not to be an idiot again.”
“As well as something many females would find,” she paused to wave her hand as she searched for a word that wouldn’t sound to awkward between them, “attractive.”
Anakin was so amused he was tempted to laugh but Nikkei read something else on his face. “Oh come on, Den, don’t be modest. You’re too,” she lightly blushed as she smiled, “too good a person and –handsome.”
“Uh - thanks.” A strange silence stood between them; added by the fact that Anakin didn’t return the compliment despite her apparent beauty. He remembered something Padmé has said to him once about casually mentioning that he was spoken for. “Actually, there is this one girl, from my childhood, who will always be the one.”
“Who ordered the steak?”
Anakin looked up at the Besalisk cook. “That’s mine, thank you.” Steam rose from the plate and the oil still sizzled on the food.
“And the salad for the lady. Don’t be afraid of the dressing.” Dex winked at Nikkei. “Can I get you anything else?”
Nikkei pointed to the empty glasses, “Another round and where is the refresher?”
With his upper hand Dex pointed behind him. “In the back on the right.”
“Thank you.” Nikkei stood up and left.
Dex wiped all four hands on his stained apron before setting some clean, flimsy napkins on the table. “Enjoy your meal.”
-X-
Just hailed a taxi. Be there soon.
He shouldn’t have rushed to leave his hotel when he received Barriss’ first message that she was almost through customs. Anakin sent her the coordinates of where to meet him and placed his datapad back in his pocket.
Anxiously he paced the empty skywalk. People with sense didn’t come this far down Coruscant’s depts. Anakin looked above at the lights speeding by in all directions waiting to single out the one that would come towards him. It was better than looking at the dim lit orange lights below. The Senate tried to replace them with standard glow lights but the residents would change them back. The Senate let it be and the Orange District became the under city’s unofficial name.
Dinner was fulfilling and fast. Nikkei didn’t get much of a chance to ask “Den” any more questions. Anakin discussed what he liked to cook on the grill, which led them to talk about their different culinary likes and dislikes. Afterwards they went back to the hotel but Anakin quietly left again.
Now he was standing just above the Orange District testing his patience and hoping Barriss got a taxi with a fast driver. He took out his datapad again to check the time. Twenty hundred hours. The chrono set to his time zone on Naboo was ahead. Dawn is breaking. Padmé and the twins are still asleep.
He looked up again past the sky lanes to the black sky. One never saw the constellations on Coruscant, only the lights of skyhooks and space stations. Though he never tried to do so from light years away he was tempted to reach out to them. Anakin had no doubt that if he concentrated hard enough and kept his control of the Force he could feel them and do so without Sidious sensing him. But he wasn’t reckless or crazy enough to risk it.
Finally, staring at the sky above long enough a pair of headlights descended. Barriss stepped out and the air speeder took off before she could shut the door. She wore the same hooded parka she had on that morning and carried a small duffle bag with her.
“Care to explain what we are doing down here?” Barriss asked.
Anakin held up a napkin with scribbled directions. “Ever been to Thugger’s Alley in the Orange District?”
Barriss pursed her lips, “Now I regret not keeping my lightsaber.”
“Not to worry. I have a friend there.” Anakin led the way to an outdated turbolift, one with a manual gate for a door.
As they descended the orange lights passed by and when they exited the lift it was their only source of illumination. Anakin and Barriss walked carefully without the aid of a glow lamp so not to bring any attention to them, even though the ancient streets were deserted.
“How was your trip?” Anakin asked.
“Good. Yours?”
“The trip was fine it’s being here that makes me feel uneasy.”
Barriss looked up at Anakin saw a deep frown mark his face. “I thought you said you had a friend here?”
“No, I mean here on Imperial Center.” He sighed, “Don’t you feel it?”
Barriss closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, while keeping up with Anakin’s steady pace. “I don’t sense any danger. We’re expected. Your friend knows we are close.”
Anakin explained, “I mean that void. I can’t sense Palpatine.” His hands closed into fists. “What if he knows I am here or foresaw it and is setting a trap, hiding his presence to bait me.” The words rushed out his mouth.
“That sounds backwards. Wouldn’t he want you to sense him to make you angry and find him?”
“It’s all a kriffing mind game! He knows I know where to find him!” Anakin shouted.
“Don’t yell. You’re anxious, frustrated and jumping to conclusions.” Barriss’ voice became softer as she sent him calming waves, “Clear your mind. Feel the Force flow through you.” She placed a hand on his shoulder and his fists unclenched.
Anakin took a deep breath. Barriss felt he was still tense and changed the subject to distract him, “Kornell proposed to me before I left.”
Anakin was not surprised. They’ve been living together since the purge. When she had nowhere to escape the doctor helped her hide and stay on the move by signing up as a volunteer for Doctors Around the Galaxy. What began as friendship developed into something more, though no one would consider them a couple. Barriss continued, “I think he was just afraid I wouldn’t come back. That’s silly though. Where would I go? If I can’t openly be a Jedi at least I can still heal people by posing as a doctor.”
Anakin finally spoke, “So you said yes.”
“I said no. I’ve become too attached already. I won’t make a promise to him I am not sure I can keep.”
“Do you love him?”
Barriss’ dark lips gave a small smile and though she tried she couldn’t hide a blush. Her dark, diamond tattoos stood out when she flushed. “Just because I have fallen in love with him doesn’t mean I should marry him.”
Anakin was disappointed. Despite his own relationship with Padmé he wouldn’t consider himself a hopeless romantic. But one day the remaining Jedi would rebuild the Order and rewrite the Code, understanding what didn’t work and amending their mistakes. “Why not? Having a husband won’t make you a lesser Jedi.”
“Anyone can see why you would make a case to sanction marriage. Take no offense when I say this, I mean no disrespect to you or Padmé, but the way you both rushed into marriage behind everyone’s back not knowing how it would work was reckless. It’s not exactly a solid foundation to build any relationship on. It must be the will of the Force that it somehow worked out. And just because it has for you doesn’t mean it would for Kornell and me. I can’t see us having a future together. We won’t travel with the organization forever but I can’t see myself settling with him on Tatooine while he sets up a practice.”
Anakin could have kept arguing with her, coming up with an answer for all her excuses, but he was going to let it go. She made up her mind and if she regretted it one day she’d deal with it. They were close to their destination anyway. Anakin checked the directions on the diner napkin. “You must do what you think is right.” Great, that sounds like something Obi-Wan would say. “Thugger’s Alley is the next right.”
Dex was halfway down the alley as a look out, waiting for them. One of his four hands waved them down to follow him into a dark and questionable doorway.
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Author’s Note: Lyrics from “Gorecki” by Lamb.
Chapter 11 - The Erased
Author:
stephanie_ficsTime Frame: RotS
Characters: Anakin, Padmé, Barriss, Nikkei.
Genre: AU, Drama, Romance, Action
Rating: Teen
Summary: Anakin goes on his trip to Coruscant.
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Thanks for the beta
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Like being here
Wrapped in the warmth of you
Loving every breath of you
The early morning sun crept through the shades illuminating the bedroom and waking Padmé. She turned her head away to keep the glare out of her eyes. Still a bit groggy, random thoughts filled her head, like remembering what day it was and the things she planned to do. Luckily this morning she woke up without feeling sick. The first eight weeks felt like a never-ending stomach flu. All she could do was sleep and use the refresher. Now her morning sickness was becoming less severe each day. Her energy returned and she felt like a human being again.
She listened to the subtle sounds in the house. The twins were quiet. They would sleep for a while longer. At least they usually did these days.
Anakin was lying on his side beside her, his hand resting on her small round belly. He was still sleeping, much to Padmé’s relief.
Her eyes gazed over his face studying each detail. The way his hair wisped across his forehead and not nearly long enough to hide the thin, faint scar over his right eye. She followed the slope of his nose to his partially open lips. His breathing was lighter than usual and he looked relaxed.
She didn’t think he was dreaming. She hadn’t heard him talking in his sleep or felt him leave her side in the middle of the night for a while now. But the fear that he would always circled her mind like an approaching storm.
Anakin’s eyes fluttered open and he soon focused on the face that was watching him. Padmé thought he probably sensed he was being watched and felt guilty for waking him. But this morning was similar to many mornings of the past few months.
Padmé caressed his cheek, feeling the stubble under her fingers. “Good morning, my love.”
“Morning.” Anakin mumbled with annoyance.
“Did you sleep well?”
Her husband sighed heavily and met her eyes. “It was a dreamless sleep if that makes you feel better.”
“It does. I don’t want you to suffer from -.” Padmé couldn’t complete her thought, not wanting to jinx it. She was not ever superstitious but a little more than three months had past and Anakin had not received any haunting visions about her or their baby nor has she had any complications. She wanted to keep it that way. Seeking her husband’s warm comfort she moved closer to embrace him and rest her head against his chest. She barely whispered a prayer of thankfulness for one more night gone by without a dark vision.
Pushing his frustration with her early morning ritual aside, Anakin held her close and kissed the top of her head, also secretly thankful. The absence of his dreadful dreams and the memory of his vision of Padmé with a child gave him hope and security that all would go well. Even without the frightful premonitions their experiences with this pregnancy were different from the last. Just being by his wife’s side made him realize how much he missed when he was away at war.
Each new development filled Anakin with the excitement, joy and awe as if he were a first time father. Padmé was grateful to see her husband in that light and at times it made her forget her misgivings about having another child. A pinnacle moment, one she would call a turning point, was the first time they saw the baby’s ultrasound. The three-dimensional holo image revealed only a kidney shaped organism with a fast paced heartbeat but for its parents it meant much more. More than words could describe.
Padmé later admitted to Anakin that when she was pregnant with the twins she couldn’t bring herself to look at the ultrasounds without him by her side to share the moment that was supposed to be theirs. Also, it meant she didn’t have to face the reality of her situation. She had to hide her pregnancy from her family and the public and it tore her heart in pieces that she kept the little joy she felt about becoming a mother to herself. Even during a private exam she couldn’t take pleasure in seeing her child, or she could now say children, on the holo projection. By looking away she wouldn’t be reminded that she was lying to her family and how far that first lie has taken her, that the man she loved was fighting battles light-years away and he could possibly never return to her waiting arms to find out he was going to be a father.
He was in her arms now and she could stay that way all day. Anakin would be leaving for his trip to Coruscant tonight. The thought of him taking a trip to Imperial Center, so close to where the Sith were made her shudder. Padmé pushed that thought away. He would be away for nearly a week and this weekend were their last two days together.
Anakin broke her from her ruminations. “I take it since you’re not running to the ‘fresher you’re feeling better?’
“I am.” Anakin was very much relieved. He did all he could to help her feel better, but sitting by her side as she released her insides made him wonder why nature had to be so cruel just to grow a baby.
“And how is our little blessing?” Anakin slouched down to face her belly. He lifted the hem of her nightwear above the small round bump to place a gentle kiss on her skin.
Padmé basked in the delight at hearing his nickname for the baby. While they shared the same feeling about the baby’s gender they agreed to keep it a surprise. “Little blessing is resting peacefully.”
She began to comb through her husband’s messy, wavy hair as he rested his head against her belly. Closing her eyes she gave into the pleasant moment between them. His gentle touch was soothing and a comforting warmth flowed over her like a blanket. Just as she began to lose herself to sleep again a tingly sensation trickled through every part of her body and she felt herself melt with Anakin. Opening her eyes she thought her sight was deceiving her but there she saw the simple image of her husband still resting against her and his hand laying flat on her belly. With his eyes closed he could be mistaken for sleeping but she knew he was not.
Everything was connected to each other through the Force. Life. The sensation of stars being born, the sun’s light and nourishment, a seed beneath the ground waiting for spring, the slow current of the lake, the sound of two heart beats…
Anakin concentrated and focused his mind back toward the very room he was in. The rhythm he felt all around them continued in the way Padmé grazed her fingers through his hair, the rise and fall of her chest, and the sound of blood rushing through a being no bigger than his hand. He sensed a small turn in the current of the Force press against his mind.
Anakin slowly came out of his meditation and looked up to find Padmé watching him with curiosity and awe. She had seen him use the Force before for levitation, meditating or to silently speak to his children. She even knew he used it with her when she was in labor. But the Force was still a mystery to her, a power she would never fully understand. The experience she just shared with Anakin was a whole new level to her and gave her some insight into what the Force was like but left her still in wonderment about the unexplained power she didn’t share with him.
Her stunned silence caused Anakin to ask quizzically, “Did that bother you? I won’t do it again if–“
“No,” she interrupted, “I - I liked how it felt.”
“Maybe I should have reached out to the twins. Then we could have known ahead of time that there were two.” Anakin lightly joked to hide that small regret.
Padmé ran her fingers through his waves, “Hmm, I didn’t mind that we were surprised.” She pushed a strand behind his ear, but it was too short and slipped back. “Speaking of the twins, I should make us some breakfast before they wake.”
She moved to get up but Anakin lightly pinned her down to stop her. “Have Threepio do that.”
Padmé rolled her eyes. “Threepio was not programmed with culinary skills.”
“Then I’ll make us something. What would you like?”
Padmé, flattered by his offer, said with a smirk, “Two, no three, eggs on dark toast with jelly, and a short stack of pancakes – with assorted berries. And a cup of Felucia vima tea-”
“Milk and sugar,” they said in unison. Anakin gave a small laugh and kissed her forehead, “Ok, anything else, my love?”
She smiled in appreciation, “If I think of something I’ll let you know.”
Anakin’s entrance into the kitchen alerted Threepio and Artoo and they powered up to greet their master.
“Good morning, Master Anakin.” Artoo also whistled along.
“Good morning.”
Threepio’s optical sensors watched Anakin take out a variety of food from the fridge. Understanding human behavior was part of his programming and so he noticed his master was light on his feet this very morning. He translated that it meant Master Anakin was in a good mood. Not wanting to feel useless he offered his services. “Master Anakin, I can prepare breakfast while you relax and watch the morning news on the Holo Net,” while still rambling he turned the receiver on, “Is Miss Padmé feeling alright this morning? I can make some of that delicious tea that helps calm –“
Anakin cut him short, “Threepio, I got it covered.” He placed the eggs, batter mix, milk and bread on the counter. As he handed two plates from the cupboard to the over-enthusiastic droid he added, “You can set the table.”
Threepio noted that since his master was the one preparing breakfast that meant this was to be a romantic meal. “Certainly, Master Anakin.”
The protocol droid prepared the breakfast table complete with cloth napkins wrapped around utensils and a lone burning candle in the center. Anakin proceeded to mix the batter to pour on the hot pan, scramble the eggs, make some toast and boil water as he listened to the local weather and news in the background.
After the pancakes complete with berries were stacked, the eggs packed into jelly sandwiches and the tea brewed Anakin ordered the droids to do a routine check around the house and called his wife to the breakfast table. When Padmé entered the room, in a true chivalrous fashion he pulled out her chair for her to sit and draped her napkin across her lap.
“Thank you, Anakin. This smells delicious.”
Her husband took his seat adjacent from her and placed a soft kiss on her hand. “You’re welcome, m’lady.”
They ate their breakfast mostly in silence. Padmé equally divided her attention between her meal and the news report about on going post-war issues in the Senate. She frowned in disgust and with some regret when her replacement, Senator Baltar, chosen by Palpatine himself, addressed the Senate asking for Imperial aid and intervention for the hurricane disaster on Naboo.
All the political nonsense bored Anakin to tears and he tuned it out. He sat back, finished with his meal and on his second cup of tea, looked out the window. Brown, red and orange leaves covered the surface of the yard, yet another chore to add on the on-going list. He couldn’t wait for spring when they could take their breakfast and lunch on the terrace without the distraction of the Holo News.
His own attention turned to the projection when he heard Avel’s name.
“This just in, Lord Avel led the arrest of a band of rebel spies hiding in the underworld of Coruscant. Anticipating Lord Avel’s arrival the leaders set off a suicide bomb and were killed. Other rebels and stormtroopers were also killed or hurt. There is yet no report on the official numbers. However the mission was a success as the rebels’ ring has been disbanded, thanks to Lord Avel’s leadership and the force of his 501st Legion.” The image changed from the androgynous, humanoid reporter to Lord Avel stepping out of a speeder. “His lordship would not comment or answer our questions but we have been informed that the case has been handed over to an inquisitor while Lord Avel takes on his next brave mission to protect the citizens in the Empire.”
The holocams record the Sith as he walked to his private starship. He is honored and glorified by the media. Their new Hero With No Fear while instilling fear in others.
Anakin was giving a choice to still be that hero. Instead he chose to hide away on Naboo at Padmé’s request. How long would he have to wait before he could have everything he lost back?
Padmé shut off the receiver and threw down the controller. Her vision fixated on the flame flickering on the candle in front of her. “I hate that you’re going there.” She shut her eyes tight. “Of all places why did it have to be Coruscant?”
Anakin reached for her hand. “We’ve already been through this.”
They made eye contact. “Are you sure he won’t sense your presence?”
With reassurance he told her, “Padmé, I’ve been preparing for this trip for a few months, meditating and practicing my skills with stealth. I have my fake id docs and I won’t bring my lightsaber. Sidious will never know I am there.”
“Unless he already knows you’re coming. This could all be a trap.”
Anakin shook his head. “I highly doubt that. It doesn’t feel like one.”
Padmé jerked forward towards him. “Just be careful. I have a bad feeling about this.”
Anakin threaded his fingers with hers and rubbed the forefinger of his other hand up and down her arm. “Forget Coruscant for now. What do you want to do today?”
Padmé didn’t answer right away. She watched his finger trace her arm. “Well first we should wash these dishes. Then take a shower.”
“Together?” Anakin gave her a carnal grin.
She smiled, “I’d enjoy your company. By the time we’re done the twins will be calling for us. I thought about taking a trip across the lake to see the ollopoms migrate but I think I rather just stay home today.”
“Me too. Actually I was thinking of raking up those leaves,” he nudged his chin toward the window, “into a big pile and have the kids play in it.”
“And jump in with them.” Padmé playfully shoved his shoulder. An image from last fall came to mind when they were still living at Sola and Darred’s lake house. Anakin and Obi-Wan had gone over the land surrounding the house to rake up the leaves. Ryoo and Pooja had come out and excitedly dove into the mountainous piles wrecking hours of work. Obi-Wan was clearly upset by their behavior but was more so when Anakin joined in to play with them.
Anakin stood up to take the dishes to the sink, “You will too.”
The day flew by and after the toddlers were finally down for the night Anakin had to leave for the spaceport. Padmé walked her husband to his speeder where he threw his travel bag into the passenger’s seat. The scene, saying goodbye like this was a resurrected memory. Since settling on Naboo neither expected to have to be separated again.
Padmé shivered from the cold evening air and Anakin took her into his arms breathing in her scent as he buried his face between her shoulder and neck. “I’ll miss you.”
His body warmed hers and only made her think about the big, empty bed she’d sleep in alone. “Be safe.” She closed her hand in his hair, brushed her lips against his ear and whispered, “I love you.”
Anakin declared the same sentiment and before he drove off they kissed with too much longing and reluctance to let go.
No matter how much farther Anakin drove away from his home he still felt his wife’s hold on him along with her concern and worry. Even without the knowledge of his plan to get inside the Jedi Temple, he knew her feelings were justified. If Padmé was right and he was walking into a trap, then leaving his wife and children unguarded would be his stupidest mistake. Anakin asked Obi-Wan to keep himself open to any disturbances in the Force, though that would be difficult with the dark side clouding their vision. That didn’t make Anakin feel any better about being on Imperial Center. He’d have to rely on resources besides the Force to find any answers.
The speeder under Anakin’s direction turned with the curves and sped through the forests on the way to Theed until Anakin felt a shift in the Force. Something up ahead blocked his way and he hoped it wasn’t a new Imperial checkpoint. The lone, hooded figure on the road told him it was not.
Anakin stepped out of his speeder. “Barriss, what in the blazes are you doing here?”
The Mirialan woman pushed back the hood of her parka. “Waiting to crossing paths with you. I didn’t think you would get my message in time and had to let you know I’m going to Coruscant and we are going to get into the Temple.” As she smiled her diamond tattoos lifted across her face.
Anakin rolled his eyes and shook his head. “No, no, no. It’s risky enough that one Jedi is snooping around. You can’t come.” Anakin opened the door to step back into his speeder.
“Are you forgetting that you have to attend a convention all day and that leaves you little time to do reconnaissance?”
Anakin folded his arms. “You assume too much. I have ways to get in and out of the Temple, and I have a very reliable source I can contact.”
Barriss matches his stance and tone. “So do I, and the free time. You could use my help. I didn’t come here to ask if I could tag along, but just to let you in on my decision. If we work together this will be easier.”
Only Obi-Wan and Barriss knew of his excursion to see the Temple’s ruins. Although the three of them discussed what he could possibly find there Anakin never sensed Barriss’ intention to join him. He then wondered if Obi-Wan knew of her intentions and encouraged her to follow him. Anakin reached out to her mind and felt her struggle. She was fighting to suppress her anxiety, her grief and her anger. This wasn’t just about finding information. She wanted to see the Temple to find some kind of peace. “Fine.”
Barriss nodded once. “Glad we’re on the same page. Thanks to your encrypted message system I’ll send you some details I had in mind. I’ll see you on Coruscant.”
“When do you arrive?”
“In the evening of your first day. We all can’t take a chartered flight.” With a wink she turned to walk off.
“See you soon and may the Force be with us,” Anakin whispered.
Coruscant, despite the new name Imperial Center, looked the same. Its lights from space gave it the appearance of a rare, shimmering jewel. Being on the surface felt anything but. Coruscant was strong with the dark side of the Force. Anakin felt it seeping from the darkest caverns when the freighter entered the system. While he expected his Force abilities to be clouded by the darkness he didn’t expect to feel the void of Palpatine’s presence. If the Emperor was cloaking his presence just as Anakin was, then the Jedi had reason to be even more cautious.
Suspicion, fear, and paranoia lived in the beings that went about their day. Although security was tight Den Mercer’s ID docs got Anakin past customs and checked into the hotel where the convention was being hosted.
The first day had been lively and buzzing with activity. Engineers from across the galaxy had come to network, showcase new ships in production and show their support and cooperation with the new regime.
After the long day many of the attendants retired to their rooms to rest before it began again, but those who had never been to Coruscant before wanted to explore beyond the hotel.
Anakin answered the door to his room and hid his annoyance with surprise. “What are you all dressed up for?” He moved aside to allow Nikkei to enter. Though he asked it was clear she was ready to enjoy the evening out. She was wearing a 2-piece outfit made of pleated organza that draped around her body in an aesthetic fashion to show off her midriff and shoulders. It was difficult to tell its color because as she moved the light reflected off the material and beaded bodice in different spectrums. No matter what shade of blue or purple appeared it complemented her skin tone. Her jet-black hair, adorned with jeweled clips, was styled up to show off her neck and dangling jeweled earrings.
“I read about this great Mon Calamari restaurant and came by to ask if you wanted to have dinner with me.” She then took notice that Anakin was dressed down in dark blue drawstring pants and a soft pull over shirt. He held a data pad, “Thanks but I was just about to order room service and call it a night,” he lied. Anakin sat down in the armchair by the window and continued to scroll through the menu.
Nikkei frowned. “I was hoping by being on Coruscant you would break out of your shell a bit.”
Anakin said, without even looking up, “My shell?”
“Yes, Den.” Nikkei moved to sit on the edge of the bed and faced her friend. “You’re so much fun to work with but outside the comfort of the agency you’re, well, shy.”
Anakin wanted to laugh at her assessment of his personality. He settled with, “I’m just not that hungry. Mon Calamari is never a light meal.”
“That’s fine but do you really want to eat alone in your room knowing there’s so much of the city to discover? At least let’s just go out for dinner.”
She was watching him with a sweet, hopeful smile. Anakin knew she meant well and could have easily gone out with anyone else in their group but it was obvious why she asked him. And damn the powers that be she was getting in the way of his plans. “There was this diner I wanted to try out.”
Anakin saw her hold back a scrunched nosed look. “All right, sounds… good. But save your appetite because tomorrow we’re having Mon Calamari.”
Although Nikkei was weary of eating at a diner, she had gotten Den to agree to have dinner with her and so she could deal with whatever could be on the menu. At least he changed into something that didn’t make her feel overdressed. He wore a long, black leather jacket over a black V-neck shirt and black slacks. After a back and forth discussion they agreed to make their way to the diner by turbo lifts and skywalks, then take an air taxi back.
The cool night walk to CoCo Town took only 20 minutes and gave them a chance to recap the day’s events. Both Anakin and Nikkei were surprised to find they each took notice of the lack of non-humans invited to the convention. Of all the space agencies from the different systems in the Empire the only non-humans in attendance were Verpine and Sullustans.
Anakin led Nikkei to the Med’soto style diner and they were seated in a red booth. A quick glance back into the kitchen settled Anakin’s concerns when he saw Dex flipping sliders on the grill.
Anakin had gone through a mental list of locals on Coruscant he knew growing up, most of them junk dealers he’d deal with when he was a Padawan and would sneak out of the Temple to buy parts for his droid projects. A dead Jedi making contact with them would be foolish. But Dex was an old friend of Obi-Wan’s and he heard all kinds of information from his customers, especially the regulars. Now he just had to get Dex’s attention and politely ditch Nikkei.
A server droid rolled up. “Are you ready to order?”
“I’ll have nerf steak, well done, with sliders and a glass of ardees.” Anakin answered.
Nikkei clicked her tongue with one more glance of the menu. “I will have the large fried nerf garden salad. Please put the ‘special mix dressing’ on the side, and I’ll have what he’s drinking. Thank you.”
“Ah, you managed to find the only healthy dish they make.” Anakin teased.
“Should I be worried about that dressing? It didn’t specify what it was made from.” she winced.
“I think it’s fine. Anyway, you were saying before, -”
“Actually you were talking shop but I rather talk about something else. And not pod racing.” Nikkei held up her hand to stop her friend from going down that route. “We’ve known each other for nearly a year and I feel like I don’t know much about you.” Anakin made no attempt to speak. “What do you do for fun?”
Anakin considered her question for the most truthful and least revealing answer, not to mention trying to remember when he ever got to have any time to himself. “I like to build and fix things. Droids mostly, though what I fixed up most recently was a barbeque griller.”
Nikkei was clearly impressed but stated, “That is not much different from what we do at the agency.”
“True.” Anakin glanced at the kitchen.
“Is that all you do for fun?”
Anakin nodded. “Besides betting on pod races, pretty much. “
“And we are back to pod racing.” Nikkei laughed as their drinks arrived.
“No, no we’re not.” Anakin protested. “Ask me something else then.” He spoke too soon just to prove her wrong and regretted suggesting such a thing. He took a gulp from his glass.
Nikkei took a sip and winced as the ardees burned her throat. “Well, I have always been curious. How did you get that scar?” She motioned with her finger to her own eye.
Anakin sighed. From her point of view it was an innocent question. He didn’t want to lie to her. With some thought before he began he stated, “I –uh - got into a fight with a mad woman.”
Nikkei’s jaw dropped, her deep-set, almond shaped eyes stared at him in shock. “What? How?’
“It was a few years ago. I was loitering somewhere I shouldn’t have and she followed me looking for trouble. I defended myself and she almost took my eye with a hydrocutter. It got pretty bad.” That was partly true and good enough to suffice her curiosity.
“Burning stars,” she whispered. “Then what happened afterwards?”
Anakin’s senses caused him to look away again. Droids rolled about taking orders, taking away plates, and serving food. Dex had come out to the counter to speak to a familiar face. His voice and laughter singled out from the other murmured sounds. Dex handed a plate to a droid. The Jedi kept his gaze on the droid as it breezed by and wobbled on its wheel, nearly dropping the cuisine in its arms.
“Watch it you bucket of bolts!” A squeaky voice costumer shrieked.
The droid set down the plates, “My apologizes, sir.”
The spectacle grabbed everyone’s attention for a fraction of a second.
Anakin shrugged and drank again, “Nothing. They never found her.”
Nikkei turned her attention back saddened to hear his answer. “You kept the scar though. Bacta would have healed it.”
“I like it. A reminder not to be an idiot again.”
“As well as something many females would find,” she paused to wave her hand as she searched for a word that wouldn’t sound to awkward between them, “attractive.”
Anakin was so amused he was tempted to laugh but Nikkei read something else on his face. “Oh come on, Den, don’t be modest. You’re too,” she lightly blushed as she smiled, “too good a person and –handsome.”
“Uh - thanks.” A strange silence stood between them; added by the fact that Anakin didn’t return the compliment despite her apparent beauty. He remembered something Padmé has said to him once about casually mentioning that he was spoken for. “Actually, there is this one girl, from my childhood, who will always be the one.”
“Who ordered the steak?”
Anakin looked up at the Besalisk cook. “That’s mine, thank you.” Steam rose from the plate and the oil still sizzled on the food.
“And the salad for the lady. Don’t be afraid of the dressing.” Dex winked at Nikkei. “Can I get you anything else?”
Nikkei pointed to the empty glasses, “Another round and where is the refresher?”
With his upper hand Dex pointed behind him. “In the back on the right.”
“Thank you.” Nikkei stood up and left.
Dex wiped all four hands on his stained apron before setting some clean, flimsy napkins on the table. “Enjoy your meal.”
Just hailed a taxi. Be there soon.
He shouldn’t have rushed to leave his hotel when he received Barriss’ first message that she was almost through customs. Anakin sent her the coordinates of where to meet him and placed his datapad back in his pocket.
Anxiously he paced the empty skywalk. People with sense didn’t come this far down Coruscant’s depts. Anakin looked above at the lights speeding by in all directions waiting to single out the one that would come towards him. It was better than looking at the dim lit orange lights below. The Senate tried to replace them with standard glow lights but the residents would change them back. The Senate let it be and the Orange District became the under city’s unofficial name.
Dinner was fulfilling and fast. Nikkei didn’t get much of a chance to ask “Den” any more questions. Anakin discussed what he liked to cook on the grill, which led them to talk about their different culinary likes and dislikes. Afterwards they went back to the hotel but Anakin quietly left again.
Now he was standing just above the Orange District testing his patience and hoping Barriss got a taxi with a fast driver. He took out his datapad again to check the time. Twenty hundred hours. The chrono set to his time zone on Naboo was ahead. Dawn is breaking. Padmé and the twins are still asleep.
He looked up again past the sky lanes to the black sky. One never saw the constellations on Coruscant, only the lights of skyhooks and space stations. Though he never tried to do so from light years away he was tempted to reach out to them. Anakin had no doubt that if he concentrated hard enough and kept his control of the Force he could feel them and do so without Sidious sensing him. But he wasn’t reckless or crazy enough to risk it.
Finally, staring at the sky above long enough a pair of headlights descended. Barriss stepped out and the air speeder took off before she could shut the door. She wore the same hooded parka she had on that morning and carried a small duffle bag with her.
“Care to explain what we are doing down here?” Barriss asked.
Anakin held up a napkin with scribbled directions. “Ever been to Thugger’s Alley in the Orange District?”
Barriss pursed her lips, “Now I regret not keeping my lightsaber.”
“Not to worry. I have a friend there.” Anakin led the way to an outdated turbolift, one with a manual gate for a door.
As they descended the orange lights passed by and when they exited the lift it was their only source of illumination. Anakin and Barriss walked carefully without the aid of a glow lamp so not to bring any attention to them, even though the ancient streets were deserted.
“How was your trip?” Anakin asked.
“Good. Yours?”
“The trip was fine it’s being here that makes me feel uneasy.”
Barriss looked up at Anakin saw a deep frown mark his face. “I thought you said you had a friend here?”
“No, I mean here on Imperial Center.” He sighed, “Don’t you feel it?”
Barriss closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, while keeping up with Anakin’s steady pace. “I don’t sense any danger. We’re expected. Your friend knows we are close.”
Anakin explained, “I mean that void. I can’t sense Palpatine.” His hands closed into fists. “What if he knows I am here or foresaw it and is setting a trap, hiding his presence to bait me.” The words rushed out his mouth.
“That sounds backwards. Wouldn’t he want you to sense him to make you angry and find him?”
“It’s all a kriffing mind game! He knows I know where to find him!” Anakin shouted.
“Don’t yell. You’re anxious, frustrated and jumping to conclusions.” Barriss’ voice became softer as she sent him calming waves, “Clear your mind. Feel the Force flow through you.” She placed a hand on his shoulder and his fists unclenched.
Anakin took a deep breath. Barriss felt he was still tense and changed the subject to distract him, “Kornell proposed to me before I left.”
Anakin was not surprised. They’ve been living together since the purge. When she had nowhere to escape the doctor helped her hide and stay on the move by signing up as a volunteer for Doctors Around the Galaxy. What began as friendship developed into something more, though no one would consider them a couple. Barriss continued, “I think he was just afraid I wouldn’t come back. That’s silly though. Where would I go? If I can’t openly be a Jedi at least I can still heal people by posing as a doctor.”
Anakin finally spoke, “So you said yes.”
“I said no. I’ve become too attached already. I won’t make a promise to him I am not sure I can keep.”
“Do you love him?”
Barriss’ dark lips gave a small smile and though she tried she couldn’t hide a blush. Her dark, diamond tattoos stood out when she flushed. “Just because I have fallen in love with him doesn’t mean I should marry him.”
Anakin was disappointed. Despite his own relationship with Padmé he wouldn’t consider himself a hopeless romantic. But one day the remaining Jedi would rebuild the Order and rewrite the Code, understanding what didn’t work and amending their mistakes. “Why not? Having a husband won’t make you a lesser Jedi.”
“Anyone can see why you would make a case to sanction marriage. Take no offense when I say this, I mean no disrespect to you or Padmé, but the way you both rushed into marriage behind everyone’s back not knowing how it would work was reckless. It’s not exactly a solid foundation to build any relationship on. It must be the will of the Force that it somehow worked out. And just because it has for you doesn’t mean it would for Kornell and me. I can’t see us having a future together. We won’t travel with the organization forever but I can’t see myself settling with him on Tatooine while he sets up a practice.”
Anakin could have kept arguing with her, coming up with an answer for all her excuses, but he was going to let it go. She made up her mind and if she regretted it one day she’d deal with it. They were close to their destination anyway. Anakin checked the directions on the diner napkin. “You must do what you think is right.” Great, that sounds like something Obi-Wan would say. “Thugger’s Alley is the next right.”
Dex was halfway down the alley as a look out, waiting for them. One of his four hands waved them down to follow him into a dark and questionable doorway.
Author’s Note: Lyrics from “Gorecki” by Lamb.
Chapter 11 - The Erased
