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Opposites Attract [Complete]	By : Meleana24 Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 9158 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“What do you mean? What's happening to you?” Obi-Wan asked calmly. He wasn't sure he believed the things Meleana was seeing were real.

Meleana winced and clutched at her temple. She squeezed her eyes shut. It was several minutes before she answered him.

“Nothing, forget I said anything. Meleana kicked the large piece of equipment hard enough to move it back a few feet. “It's not like we'll be able to do anything in time. I don't think there's a blasted owners manual anywhere!”

Meleana slammed the machine against the unbreakable window with the force. She repeated the action a few times before storming out of the room without a word to Obi-Wan.

He looked at the mess she had made of the room. Most of the sheets that had been covering the contents of the room had blown off, anything that wasn't bolted down had toppled over. He hurried after her when the sound of her rapid footsteps faded.

“Will you please tell me what is going on?” He asked when he'd caught up to her.

“Nothing is going on. Nothing at all.”

“Right, because you abuse inanimate objects all of the time, and you're often described as seething.”

“It doesn't matter! There's nothing we can do! None of us understand ancient Sith machines, we're not going to engineer some magical cure in the next day! Just forget I said anything! Lets make some blasted sandwiches and tell stories and smile and have a nice time!” By the end of her rant she was screeching.

Obi-Wan blinked at her, “Meleana, you are going to tell me what is going on, or I am going to force the information out of you.”

“Really? What are you going to do to me? Chop me to bits with my own lightsaber?”

He arched his brow, “I was thinking along the lines of sexual torture, but I can see how you might assume I'd hack you to little pieces and bury your body in the wall. What in the galaxy is wrong with you?”

“You wouldn't believe me if I told you.”

“Given all that's gone on since I've met you, there is very little I find hard to believe.”

“Alright,” She said in an overly snotty tone, “The device you- the device that was used on me on Korriban is killing me.”

“And you know you only have one day to live?” He asked when she didn't elaborate.

“Tomorrow night...” Meleana dropped to her knees, her face contorted in pain, but she seemed unable to draw breath to scream.

He dropped down beside her and gently placed his hands on her shoulders. He couldn't see anything wrong with her, but she obviously wasn't breathing. The sound of her sobs was a relief.

He had no idea what to do for her. Nothing that was happening made any sense. Even his use of the Force was compromised, even if it hadn't been he'd never excelled at healing.

Meleana's lungs felt like they'd just been removed, beaten, and shoved back into her chest. Though she was at least able to use them again, her chest burned every time she gulped in air. She looked up at Obi-Wan, at his lovely gray eyes. She didn't think he'd ever looked so helpless before. She wasn't doing a terribly good job of remaining calm. If she did survive, it was likely she'd spend a great deal of time having psychiatric evaluations done.

“I'm sorry,” she said in a hoarse voice, “Rendain is good with computers. Maybe he'll be able to figure that stupid thing out.”

Obviously the stupid Sith didn't want Meleana giving away any important details. After all, if the Jedi knew she was coming she'd have a much harder time getting away. She didn't care so much that she was about to die, it was the body she was leaving behind she was worried about. She had to find some way to destroy herself, to keep the Sith trapped in her decrepit mansion.

“Go get Rendain,” Meleana's was still catching her breath, “I'll wait here.”

“I'm not leaving you alone.”

“I'll be fine. If the Sith wanted me dead she'd have killed me already. I need to catch my breath.”

“Then we'll wait,” he said stubbornly.

“Please Obi, we don't have enough time.”

He smiled at her, “We always have enough time to argue love.”

She rolled her eyes, “Just go.”

His gray eyes met hers. She knew he suspected she was up to something, and he wasn't wrong. Her hope was he'd do as she wished to appease her. His presence hadn't done any good so far, there was no reason he shouldn't do something that at least had a slim chance of helping her.

Obi-Wan ran back to the library. His momentum carried him as he burst through the door. All eyes turned to him as his fixed on Rendain.

“Meleana needs you, she's in the hall four floors down. Tell her I'll catch up with you.”

Rendain looked as though he wanted to question Obi-Wan, but the look in the Jedi's eye stopped him from making a peep. He hurried out of the room.

“I need a moment alone with Master Windu, if you wouldn't mind waiting in the hall,”the tone of Obi-Wan's voice kept the two civilians from arguing.

“What aren't you telling us?” Obi-Wan said in the same curt tone he'd used on Sion and Darlean.

“There is nothing-”

“You have been acting strangely from the start of this mission. The holocron is still on Meleana's ship, so why is it your secretive behavior is continuing. What aren't you telling us? We already have one dead Jedi. We're on a mission that a Sith baited us in to, and we have been kept largely in the dark about everything. Tell me what you know.”

“If I knew anything I believed helpful-”

“Start from the beginning. The Sith killed Master Tori long before we received her information. Anything could be a clue. Something is happening to Meleana, the information you are keeping from us could be vitally important.”

Master Windu did not look as though he was inclined to share anything with Obi-Wan. While Obi-Wan had tried to keep his tone level, he could tell by the grave look in the Jedi Master's eyes that he had failed.

“Jedi Kenobi, you would do well to trust that I would share any information that may spare Meleana from her fate.”

“What fate?”

Master Windu appraised him briefly before continuing. “Please believe had I known the danger of this mission I never would have brought such a young Knight along. I hadn't thought there would be anything of real danger on Korriban, beyond the temptations of the darkside,” Master Windu paused and met Obi-Wan's eyes, “I know how you feel about her-”

“How I feel about her is not pertinent to this conversation,” he said emotionlessly.

“She is dying, she has been dying since the moment the current of that machine ran through her.... the only way I could find that had even the smallest hope of saving her is not a course you will like. Think Obi-Wan, why would I keep us here, with civilians, in this far corner of the galaxy, when we were already sure Master Tori was dead?” Master Windu sighed and stood up. He paced over to the window and stared out into the darkness. “Her soul is dying, without some intervention to repair it the Jedi Knight we know will cease to exist. It was my hope, that giving the Sith what she wanted would make Meleana whole again, that we would be able to find a way to destroy the Sith's spirit after...”

Obi-Wan couldn't believe any part of what he was hearing. Not only was it ridiculous, if it was true, if any of this far fetched story was to be believed, than Master Windu was giving Meleana over to a Sith.

Obi-Wan wanted to say something, anything, to fill the silence, but he could barely believe what Mace had said. Finally, unwilling to respond to anything the Jedi had just said, lest he make it more real, he rushed out of the room. He would find a way to fix Meleana, without killing her first.

Meleana was not where she was supposed to be. Rendain sighed heavily, wandering through the dark halls of a haunted castle wasn't his ideal evening. He saw a silhouette of a woman up ahead, she was slowly walking towards him. Though he wasn't a Jedi, his own use of the force generally gave him a sense of people. Since coming to this place his senses had been dulled. He didn't need the force to tell him the figure moving towards him was not Meleana. Her gait was all wrong, she was too tall, that left only one other female.

He took a deep breath and pushed back the fear that was bubbling up inside him. “Where is Meleana?”

“In the kitchen,” the strange echoing voice said from the darkness.

Rendain started to walk backwards slowly as the Sith continued to approach. The macabre female stepped into the moonlight. Though it wasn't the first time Rendain had seen her the sight still made him nauseous. The smell didn't help things.

“Run away little boy, I'll play with you later.”

As tall as he was, Rendain was not often called a little boy. In this case though, he was not inclined to argue. He continued slowly backing towards the stairs. Once there he shut the door and broke into a run.

In the kitchen Meleana was staring at a large knife. She hadn't bothered to turn any lights on, but the moonlight still glinted off the large silver blade. Suicide wasn't something she ever thought she'd consider. Now that she'd tried and failed to slash her own wrists, stab her own heart, and slit her own throat she was beginning to wonder if she'd be able to pull it off. It wasn't that she lacked the resolve, a quick death seemed far superior to any of the other options the Sith had given her, she was just finding it physically impossible to penetrate her own flesh. The harder she pressed the more flexible her skin seemed to become.

She slammed the knife down on the counter, she'd already hung herself, that hadn't worked. The rope broke every time. Now she was feeling fat, depressed, and suicidal. Finally she decided to throw herself down the stairs, that had to do something, at least move her in the direction of dead. She walked up to the landing and flung herself down the stairs vertically. She landed on her head, it hurt, but the angle was all wrong. She went for a second try. She she flew through the air the second time she heard footsteps rapidly aproaching.

“What the hell are you doing!” Rendain was practically shrieking.

“What does it look like I'm doing! Trying to kill myself!” Meleana was sure she should have broken her neck that time, but it had bent, not broken.

“Oh, well alright then! Here stand between me and the Sith Lordess following me down the stairs,” Rendain motioned to the landing in front of him.

“What!” Meleana jumped in front of him and stood ready for a fight. She called the knife from the counter to her with the force. “She isn't supposed to be here until tomorrow!”

“You've worked out a schedule then?”

She could hear footsteps, but it didn't sound like the stiff shuffle of the undead Sith. When Obi-Wan rounded the corner at a dead run they all let out a short cry of surprise.

Rendain pulled at his thick black hair, “We have to get out of here, she knows you're in the kitchen.”

“Of course she knows I'm in the kitchen she had someone watching me in every room!” Meleana spun towards Rendain, her knife still pointing outwards.

Both men glanced around the room, but neither commented on its being empty.

“Right... give me the knife,” Rendain held out a hand and waited for her to release it.

“No!”

“She's trying to kill herself,” Rendain said to Obi-wan.

Obi-Wan grabbed her wrist and twisted the knife out of her hand.

Meleana crossed her arms over her chest and sighed. “Before any of you say anything, I couldn't do it even if I wanted to. There is nothing to talk about.”

The men exchanged concerned glances before turning back to her.

“Nothing to talk about?” Obi-Wan repeated sceptically.

“Nothing, I am completely invincible. I couldn't kill myself even if I wanted to... which I do...” Meleana trailed off, she seemed lost in thought. That she had just casually confessed to suicidal tendencies didn't seem to faze her.

“Does this have something to do with the people you're seeing?' Rendain asked gingerly.

“People? Multiple people? Really? After everything we've been through, you still think I'm alright with that!” Obi-Wan took a deep breath, “alright... now's not the best time to get into this...”

“This isn't about you, you idiot,” Rendain said with a roll of his eyes. “She sees dead people!”

Meleana rubbed her eyes, “Not the right dead people. Not one who can help, or explain, or point me in the right direction. This madness isn't helping! None of this is helping! If I can't kill myself then we should just make some sandwiches and try to have a nice time!”

Obi-Wan tossed his hands up. “Sure, that sounds perfectly reasonable.”

“To be fair I don't think anyone has a better idea,” Rendain's voice had lost all trace of emotion. “I think, the three of us should calmly talk things over.”

“Over sandwiches,” Meleana stressed.

“I believe I sent you to look at that machine. Which I'd gather you haven't done,” Obi-Wan said in a harsh tone.

“The half dead Sith in the hall sort of turned me off the whole thing.”

“I'm afraid figuring the machine out isn't optional. If the Sith is up there we need to hurry.”

Obi-Wan grabbed Rendain by the arm and dragged him along before he had the opportunity to argue.

“Well I'm not going! I'm serious about these sandwiches!” Meleana muttered to herself.
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