The Female Jedi | Anakin Skywalker

Chapter 14: The Battle Begins

The field beneath them all was flooded with Clones and Droids as Anakin parked on a nearby platform.

"Alright," he breathed. "lets get started."
Almeta lifted her lightsaber and watched as the heated light appeared from the hilt.
"Windu is on the field. We have to help him and the others."

"Yes, Master."

Their feet took over as they ran quickly towards the battle that was beginning. Droids of Count Dooku and Grievous charged toward the Jedi and Clones.

"He's not going to come off of that ship!" Mace Windu yelled as they fought off multiple droids.
A sudden hologram appeared on their base, showing Obi-Wan.

"Master Windu! There are too many in the east! I'm going to need some back up here!"
Mace growled lowly. 

"I have to help him!" Anakin shouted.
"No, Anakin! It's too dangerous."
"I have to. He's my Master!" He argued.
Mace gave up and focused on the several droids coming in. "Go."

Almeta's eyes widened as Anakin started running towards the Fighter.
"Anakin!" She screamed.

As he stopped walking, he looked over her shoulder as if he were trying to make sure no one was watching. Her heart raced as he ran towards her, grabbing her face, and kissing her.
Even the kiss being short, it was sincere. He stroked her face as he pulled away.

"I'll be alright, be careful and help Master Windu."
She nodded and ran away as he climbed into the Fighter.
"Almeta! I need you to distract Count Dooku's ship!"

Almeta swallowed the forming lump in her throat as she nodded quickly. "Yes Master."
She ran across the dry ground, taking down the droids around her. She cleared her path to Count's ship, running up the ramp.

The pilot shot up from his seat, holding a blaster pistol. She ducked as he shot it off twice in her direction.

"Get out of here, M'Lord!" He screamed.
As Almeta turned around, she watched as Count jumped off of the ship and onto a speeder.
"No!"

But it was too late. The Pilot began to aim at her, and she jumped far enough until he was on the ground.

She screamed in pain as the man shot the blaster pistol, hitting her arm and lower stomach. She sucked in a breath as she lifted her lightsaber, pushing it through his neck.

She laid on the ground helpless as pain erupted. She pressed a hand to her stomach in pain, panting for air.

Sh looked over as the sound of something rolling distracted her. Her eyes widened. 

"GET OUT OF THERE!"

Almeta staggered to her feet, running to the ramp. The ship exploded behind her, sending her through the air, and down to the ground hard.
Her ears were ringing as she opened her eyes to see the sky above her. The ringing continued as she looked down to see her arm had been cut off plainly.

Her head span as her heartbeat increased, making her close her eyes again. 

I need you, Anakin.

-

Anakin gripped the frame of the ship as an odd feeling ripped through him, through his own soul.

I need you, Anakin.

Anakin stared off and jumped as Obi-Wan shouted his name.
"It's Almeta, there was an explosion. . . They - They can't find her."

Anakin blinked a few times before standing to his feet.
"She couldn't have survived that explosion, Anakin."

He shook his head quickly as he spoke. "No.. I - I can feel it, Master. I can sense her in my very soul."
"Anakin -"
"No!" He shouted, leaving him to sigh. "Lower the ship." Anakin demanded.
Obi-Wan didn't protest as the pilot landed the ship.

"You can feel her in your soul. . . Like Padmé." Obi-Wan said quietly to him.
"There's something about her, Master. She healed me." Anakin croaked.

Obi-Wan set his hand on Anakin's shoulder. "If this is what you want, then I can't stop you."
Anakin looked at him, his eyes staring into Obi-Wan's. "Really?"
"Anakin, I believe everyone deserves happiness. Even though this is strict with the Jedi Order, you must keep it a secret."

Anakin felt like sighing loudly of relief. "Thank you, Master."

As the ship finally landed, Anakin ran down the ramp and over the field. The same feeling inside of him grew stronger with every step he would take.
And then, there she was. Laying on the ground, covered in dirt, with one arm, and slices from a blaster pistol.