The Darkest Hour - a Star Wars Fanfiction

Chapter 5

Anakin Skywalker

I LOOKED AT THE Sith in front of me. She didn't make sense. How was she a Sith? What happened to Dooku? Was she the Sith Lord we were looking for? She couldn't be Dooku's master. She came with a woman which was obviously her apprentice. If she was the Sith Lord, how could she have two apprentices? Wasn't it against the rules? But if she wasn't the Sith Lord, it would mean there were three or even four sith alive. What had happened to the rule of two? She didn't make sense. I despised her.

Obi-Wan seemed to know her. I didn't understand why. They talked as if they were longtime friends. I decided to ask him about Dark Galactic later. I glanced at Master Windu. He shook his head. We couldn't kill her. She was an unarmed prisoner.

"What are you waiting for? Kill me." I was surprised she had the strength to talk. The lightsaber was still jammed in her leg and it must have hurt...a lot.

"It isn't the Jedi way." I

She shook her head in disbelief and stared at her impaled leg. I still couldn't understand how she hadn't gone unconscious from the pain. She grabbed the hilt of the lightsaber, counted to three, and pulled until her leg was free. We didn't bother to hold her in place. Even with her lightsaber se was no match for all of us. To my surprise, she didn't try to attack. Instead, she put her lightsaber on the ground sat down. A few of the members of the council were helping Master Kit Fisto with his injury, while Obi-Wan and I stayed with the Sith.

"Rex, we need a few of your best troopers here. Bring force resistant cuffs..." I paused, looking at Galactic while I picked up her lightsaber from the floor.

Cuffs wouldn't restrain her. Only a fool would believe that. After all, she managed to sneak in the Jedi temple without getting caught. We were dealing with a powerful Sith.

"And get some electric whips too, just in case she considers disobeying our commands." I added.

"Your best troopers? I'm flattered." She said with a grin.

Obi-Wan tried to hide a smile. I needed to know about their history together. I didn't have the time to ask him about it because the clones came with the cuffs and whips. Obi-Wan helped our fellow sith prisoner up and that's when Galactic couldn't keep up her act anymore. She cried in pain as soon as she moved her wounded leg. Obi-Wan shook his head.

"She can't move, Anakin. We have to get her to her cell another way."

"There is no other way. Help her get up and do it fast. We don't have time to spare." I replied.

"Anakin, the cells are a long distance from here. She could die before we get to our destination and we need her alive." He tried to reason with me.

"I don't get it, Obi-Wan. Since when do we care if the Sith get to the cell alive or dead. They're Sith either way."

"It is not the Jedi way. Have you forgotten your teachings, Anakin?"

"Me? With all due respect, Master, you're the one who's acting as if you have known her for a long time."

"Could we continue this conversation later? I believe we have a Sith to take care of."

"Of course, my master." I had a feeling he was trying to avoid speaking about Dark and him.

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