I Would Die For You Once More {ANIDALA AU}

Chapter Seventeen - "Okay, Here's Where We Slay"

^the tall officer
for @acrossthemoonsofiego
*wink wink*

They had gotten in. Even though the place was heavily armed and guarded, they had gotten in and were in a room by themselves, the only other thing occupying the room a computer.

Anakin had expected the room to be huge and filled with endless arrays of files, but he had to remind himself this wasn't the holo-library that had back at the Jedi Temple.

As Anakin sat at a single-standing computer that surprisingly functioned similarly to the ones in the library at the Temple, he tried to work as quickly as possible before they had any chances of getting caught. He had to enter way more information than he originally thought before reaching Padmé information, but everything was still going just as planned.

"How's it going, baby?" Padmé asked as she walked over, leaning over his shoulders and pecking his cheek.

"Great," he replied. "So, remember, as planned, if anyone comes in...."

"Distract them," Padmé finished, "and trick the men."

"Exactly. I'd hate to use you for that, but that's the only tactic that's actually gonna work, it seems like." The thought of his wife seducing other guys at all made Anakin sick to his stomach, but in this situation, there was clearly no other choice.

They wouldn't even get to touch her before they escaped anyway.

All the sudden, as soon as Anakin went to click a button to erase the files, there was a series of rumbling sounds....

Then came the sounding alarm.

The alarm was so loud Padmé immediately clamped her hands over her ears.

But Anakin didn't.

He couldn't.

As soon as the guards came in, yelling, "Hold your hands up in the air so we can see them!", guns at the ready, aimed and ready to fire, Anakin clicked the button.

The name Padmé Amidala no longer meant anything on the face of Planet Earth.

*

Anakin backed away from the computer, hands up.

"Drop your weapons, before we shoot," on officer ordered, one particularly good-looking, Padmé thought. He was tall, with dark hair, and a deep voice.

But she remembered he was was their enemy. She couldn't pick anything out good of him.

And she had a husband of course. Duh.

Padmé thought, quick. Distractions, distractions....

She dropped to the ground, wailing in 'pain.' "Help! Please, someone help!" She held her side, grimacing. She pointed at the tall, dark and handsome officer. "That officer shot me!"

While she lay pathetic on the ground in her tight catsuit, the top extra tight and probably showing more than she would've liked at the moment, the other officers came rushing forward, about to help, while the accused officer, the smart one who knew what he was doing and wasn't about to let a pretty girl get in the way of his job, stood there, his head cocked, confused.

Me too, man. Me too, Anakin thought as he opened the door, their escape. He whistled, an Padmé looked up at him.

That was her cue.

Before any of the stupid, lust-struck officers could get their hands on her, she jumped up and dashed out the door with Anakin, leaving the officers behind, calling, "Hey! Get back here!"

As she and Anakin ran for their lives across the parking lot, Anakin yelled through his comlink, "Ahsoka! Unveil the ship!"

"Yes, Master!" she replied right away, and the nothingness ahead of them turned into a huge spaceship before their eyes.

"Woah!" Padmé yelled, an awestruck look on her face. "How --"

"Later," Anakin answered. He glanced behind them, the officers standing far behind, calling for them to come back, guns pointed up and ahead.

"Quick!" Anakin yelled, and Padmé ran so fast her lungs began to burn.

Anakin reached the ship, hopped on, then pulled Padmé on, shut it, and ran with Padmé up to the cockpit where they met Ahsoka and Obi-Wan. And they were off.