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Lyra	By : Wanabee Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 3599 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. These characters are mine, and so is Ruy.

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Chapter 12

They let you sit behind them during the descent to Coruscant. It�s impossibly busy, and impossibly dense, and impossibly deep. The streets are so down into the shadows of the towering buildings that they are indiscernible. It�s an intimidating sight, and you are glad to arrive with� friends? lovers? guards? executioners? in high places. You look at the backs of their heads and sigh. At least you�ll know soon. Another thing to be thankful for.

An area of the city ahead has somewhat lower buildings, with one very large one in the center. Your ship seems to be heading for a landing platform attached halfway up the side of that tower.

"This is the Temple," says Doujo. You wonder whether the Jedi use the Force to persuade local engineers that they don�t want to build tall towers, thus preserving the spectacular view from the Temple. The transport ship lands and Doujo and Ridan, who have spent the morning preparing to depart, escort you immediately to the personnel hatch in the side of the cargo bay. Ridan goes down the steep steps, and Doujo motions for you to go next. You descend to the landing platform underneath the ship, which rests on three sturdy legs. Doujo comes down next, and then they are escorting you, one on either side, to the door in the side of the Temple. You are used to them being relaxed, and so the tense motion of their stride emanates from them clearly. They are coiled springs. You sigh. Prison-guard time. Are they expecting you to fling yourself over the side? It wouldn�t be that hard; the architect was apparently comfortable with putting people at great heights with no railings. Maybe they were expecting an escape attempt. Or an ambush. Now there was an even more comforting thought.

They relax somewhat after you entered the Temple, but are still pointedly flanking you. The corridors are occupied by busy people, droids and carts of various stuff, and their obvious maneuvering to keep you between them is making you nervous. All that�s missing is the manacles. You take an elevator up an awkward eternity and emerge into a large waiting area with a guard waiting at an inner door.

Ridan motions to a bench. "Lyra, you wait here while Doujo and I make our report to the Council." The guard nods to them as they enter, glances at you, and then pretends to ignore you. After half an hour, you get up and wander over to the window, but when you get too close to the door, the guard clears his throat, and his eyes are on you. You suspected as much. You sit back down, and after another half hour or so, Ridan and Doujo emerge. You descend to the 323^rd floor, where they bring you to their apartment. While Doujo clears his belongings out of his room, Ridan gets dinner for you.

"Aren�t you going to tell me what they said?"

Ridan�s face relaxes, he looks at you and smiles. "There�s nothing to worry about. They said you�re to have time to adjust. Your job is to settle in here and consider this your new home. We asked that you be assigned to live with us, and they agreed. You can move out if you want. But you are not to attempt to leave the Temple," he adds seriously.

Doujo comes out of Ridan�s room and says, "All set."

Ridan says, "You�ve had a long day, Lyra. Why don�t you turn in?"

This is clearly more than a suggestion, so you say goodnight and go into "your" room and get ready for bed.

The next morning, Doujo is not at breakfast. Ridan looks unhappy, and you press him for the reason.

"Little one, I have to ask you to do something. You don�t have to, but I would advise you to."

"What is it, Ridan," you ask, sadly. Let the concessions begin.

"The Council insists that before you be given unaccompanied access to the Temple, a tracking device be permanently implanted in you. You won�t know where. It�s for your own safety."

"I thought I was safe here," you answer carefully.

"Well, yes, but this will make sure."

"The Council doesn�t trust me," you state defiantly.

"No, they don�t."

"Do you trust me?"

He thinks this over very carefully. "In general, yes. But I know you do not trust the Council. I�m not even sure you trust me. I don�t believe you�d act out of malice, but I think it�s possible you will do something rash out of unfounded fear. But mostly, I would be reassured to know that if the Temple were infiltrated by an accomplice of Moroc, that we could track you."

"If I refuse?"

"You�ll be confined to quarters."

You agree to the device. Ridan takes you to the health department. They put you under and apparently install it, though you are unable to find a cut. After this, Ridan and Doujo appear to relax somewhat. Though they pointedly stay out of your room.

**

Over the next week, Doujo shows you some areas of the Temple you can visit: the library, the garden, the social concourse. You meet lots of busy but friendly people, and begin to know your way around. One morning, he seems especially calm at breakfast, but you can tell that he is pleased about something.

"All right, Djo, you look like the cat that ate the canary. What are you so happy about?"

"I�m having breakfast with the sweetest girl in the Temple."

"Djo."

"Well, we might have a surprise for you. But Ridan wants to come too. He should be here soon."

Indeed he is, and the three of you travel up to the 405^th floor. You have never been here before, but it seems to be an arts center. They lead you through a maze of hallways and stop before a door, which opens. The room is clearly a recital hall, with a stage and seating for about 50. But on the stage, in a spotlight, is your piano. You would know it anywhere. "How?"

Doujo smiles. "When you told me about Ha-Boara and the piano, I got in contact with him and persuaded him to release it."

You frown. "You persuaded him?"

He puts up his hands. "When he found out you weren�t coming back, he just agreed. I think he really likes you," he adds with a wink.

"Ha-Boara�s OK. You had it shipped here so fast?"

"It�s been following you for the last two months."

"I like that," you say quietly. "My piano." You take their hands and lead them to the front row of seats.

"Will you play that last song?" asks Doujo.

You smile and bow. "Your wish, is my command."

You sit in front of your piano, drink it in with your eyes. You touch the smooth woodwork, the cold metal of this mix of technology and craftsmanship. Then your hands and eyes fix on the keys, and the patterns trigger your concentration and surety. You place your fingers, and your old friend Clair de Lune emerges, shyly at first, then tumbling out and washing over the three of you with its heartbreaking beauty.

*****

Ridan and Doujo are out late tonight, and you decide to see what the garden looks like at night. It is lovely, and you drink in the stars glittering off the fountains. Part of the grounds run outside, and you step onto the deserted patio. You lean over the balcony and peer to the streets so far below. You feel a hand on your lower back, and your initial panic at your precariously balanced position turns to warm fuzzy thoughts as you try to guess whether this is Doujo or Ridan joining you.

You straighten and turn, but your smile freezes to your face when you see whose arms you are in.

"Sammy, baby!" he hisses.
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