episode six — THE HOSTAGE attack of the clones warnings: blood, violence, magic, hostage situation, assault, death
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Anakin, Kier, and Soteria sat in the drawing room. They surrounded the holo table in agony, Soteria stared at the table, tears brimming against her eyes, threatening to be pushed from her eyes. Obi-Wan barged in, "I came as fast as I could from Courscant, what have you found?" He asked, looking to the distraught parents and his confused Padawan. Anakin switched on the Holo-table to a message — a most freighting one.
Lillia Val'eaon sat in front of it, her lip bruised and bloody. She had a cut on her forehead, which trickled dry blood. "Please, send the gold and a dragon, or I will be killed in a days time." She whispered, not making eye contact with the camera. The Queen looked broken, defeated, and horrified. Anakin did not want to watch the video again, but Obi-Wan needed to see it. "I beg you." she finally looked up, and as if she was speaking directly to her parents, she spoke Valéri, "Denes e Yvaine, rilloti." (Get Yvaine, she will help.)
"What does that mean?" Obi-Wan asked, looking to Soteria and Kier. "She's wanting us to get help, from an old friend of ours, on the neighboring planet, Menka'lain." Soteria hugged her shawl closer to her as Kier rested a hand over hers. "She could help, she has a great power." Kier responded. Anakin looked to Obi-Wan, he looked almost conflicted.
"We will find her, we should send this message to the council, they may be able to track its location." Obi-Wan gestured for Anakin to hand it over to the temple. "You say this woman lives on the twin planet, correct?" Anakin asked, looking between the parents. "Yes, her name is Yvaine Tlalteoyoa, she has harnessed the planets powers for years." Soteria confirmed. "We must head to Menka'lian, Anakin." Obi-Wan waved the boy over. "We will be back soon." The Jedi reassured the former King and Queen. ⠀⠀⠀. . ﾟ . . ✦ , .⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * .. . ⋆✴︎ , * ⠀ ⠀ ,⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀. ⠀ ⠀. ˚ ⠀ ⠀ ,
Menka'lain reminded Anakin of Tattooine, there was nothing but sand, nothing at all. They landed in the capitol, with the only building to stand, as the others have been swollen by the beasts below the surface. Menka'lian was completely abandoned, only certain creatures harbored the 'land' but left the rest to its ruler, Yvaine Tlateoyoa. Yvaine was no royalty, but she was powerful, and a powerful woman on an abandoned planet was the exact solace that she needed.
The pair treaded through the sand, Anakin grunting as he did so. He always hated sand, he was raised on it, and grew to hate the nightmares it caused. "Are you alright?" Obi-Wan asked, looking at the sour expression on his Padawan's face. "Sand." He responded blankly. "Ah." Obi-Wan hummed, a slight humor in his tone.
