can you please continue padawan ben? what happens next? will ben be alright? what will anakin talk to qui gon about? how are the rest of the vods taking the news of ben’s condition? ps i love all your prompts and always look forward to reading them!
The silence feels like the grave.
Yet no one wants to breach it after Kix
had returned with news from the Jedi temple, so the barracks is
silent as a grave.
“…So he’s going to die?” Boil
finally questioned.
“Unless the Jedi can figure out
what’s wrong. Yes.” Kix whispered.
That got more silence for a long while
before Cody of all people cursed and slammed his fist into the wall,
the smack of an armored fist hitting the wall echoing faintly in the
eerily quiet room. No one stopped him.
“He’s our vod’ika, is there
really nothing we can do?” He hissed.
Kix shrugged and then dropped his face
in his hands. “If Jedi healers can’t do it, what luck do you
think we have?” He mumbled.
That was enough for several vods to
drop their own heads in their hands, all of them remembering when Ben
had been introduced to them, little Ben, their vod’ika who could
throw droids around as if they were rag dolls, their Ben who screamed
at the sound of thunder.
Their vod’ika Jedi.
()()()
“…I don’t quite know what to
say.”
Anakin felt his shoulders slump at
that, head bowed as he sat on Qui-Gon’s squishy old couch, feeling
the lumps from his padawanhood and feeling much like he was still
that padawan instead of a knight of almost three years.
“Really Anakin, you could have
invited me to the wedding too.” Anakin’s head snapped up at that
to meet Qui-Gon’s amused blue ones with his own shocked ones.
“What?” He rasped out.
“Oh Anakin, have I thought you
nothing?” He chuckled quietly, reaching out and running his hand
over the others blond curl gently. “Who’s been your staunches
support and called for reforms of the Order for years?” He smiled
gently.
Reluctantly Anakin felt his lips twitch
into a small smile too. “…I’m sorry. I should have invited
you.”
“You are showing me R2’s
pictures…later. Now why do you think the chancellor is involved
with Ben’s condition?”
“He told me a story about Darth
Plagious something…a sith legend he told me, able to save anyone
even from death and cheat it if necessary.”
Qui-Gon looked like he had been smacked
and then his face turned dark. “What does a Chancellor of the
Republic know about Siths? That kind of information is…” His face
darkened further and then he reached out, jerking Anakin of his feet
with him. “The council. Now.”
Anakin yelped but moved with him.
“M-Master?”
“I will shove Mace head into a tub of
water and hold him there if he doesn’t let you two remain Jedi and
Yoda will get an ant hill in his underwear drawer.” The man
growled, frog marching them through the hall towards the elevator.
“But you are telling them EVERYTHING, you hear me Anakin
Skywalker?”
“Y-Yes Qui-Gon!” Anakin yelped,
eyes wide.
Qui-Gon didn’t ease his grip but
approval shone in the Force and Anakin felt himself reluctantly
relax.
Well, at least he still had Qui-Gon on
his side, that had to count for something.
()()()
Slipping into the Jedi temple was no
easy feat but the acolyte had his order.
Bring the clone Jedi to Sidious.
And here he was, slipping into the
medical room of said Jedi.
He almost looked peaceful, it was a
shame to disturb him practically and unhook him from all those
wires…NOT!
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