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Fall of the Risen	By : Meleana24 Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 3080 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Why do I have to wear this thing?” Meleana asked Anakin as he helped her put on her blast armor.
Anakin put the helmet on her head. She looked fairly intimidating in the worn brown and white suit, “Nobody told me. Obi-Wan just asked me to help you put it on.”
“It's stuffy in here,” her voice was muffled by the helmet.
“You know where we are, right?” Anakin asked tenativly.
“Bierna, my home world. Are you hiding me from my wicked stepmother? I don't think she knows what I look like anymore. I was blond as a child. And less than a meter tall.”
“There's no reason to argue with me.”
“Who walks around in armor with a helmet all the time anyway? I'll look crazy. No one does this.”
“Those are strong words coming from someone who doesn't remember anything,” Anakin said with a chuckle.
“This was really the best disguise Obi-Wan could come up with?”
“Come on,” Anakin took her hand and lead her off the ship where Ketana and Obi-Wan were already speaking with their welcoming party.
“This is my Padawan, Anakin Skywalker,” Obi-Wan introduced him when he exited the ship. “And Jedi Ana Kuln.”
Meleana and Anakin bowed.
“Ani and Ana,” Meleana said as they were lead away from the ship, “how original.”
As they walked from the docking bay into the main halls their footfall began to echo against the barrel vaulted ceilings. The floors were a polished smoke-gray stone with black stone inlays. The black stone sparkled under the light.
“I used to stare at those stones and pretend they were stars,” Meleana said quietly to Anakin, “Sometimes I'd press my face right up against the floor to pretend I was in hyperspace.”
“I wish I grew up in a place like this,” Anakin's eyes trailed over the stained glass which topped all of the large windows. The walls were all covered with smooth gray polished stone which reflected the colors thrown at it by the windows on either side.
Meleana's armor clanked when she shrugged, “I wasn't here very long. I think I was three or four when the Jedi took me.”
“See, you are remembering stuff.”
“I remembered this stuff a while ago. No one cares if I remember playing Jedi versus Sith as a kid, though that is kind of ironic.”
“Why is that ironic?”
“I can't remember.”

They were lead from one hall to another until finally their guide stopped and unlocked one of the doors.
“The Queen has asked me to express her regrets, she will not be able to meet with you this evening,” The guide motioned for them to follow him, “She said she hoped you will find the Jedi suite comfortable.”
They walked into a small sitting room decorated in teal and amethyst. A teal sofa and two gray velvet chairs surrounded a dark wooden cocktail table. The lamps in the room were made of the same sparkling black stone as the floors. Plush gray area rugs covered the stone floors. A door at the opposite end of the room opened to the bedroom and another opened to a washroom. The room was covered in a thick layer of dust.
“Is this our only room?” Ketana asked peeking into the bedroom to see only one bed.
Their guide shifted uncomfortably, “The Queen assumed when she agreed to a meeting with the Jedi, that the word was used in the singular sense. She regrets that there were not more rooms available.”
“This will do fine,” Obi-Wan said nodding to the clearly embarrassed staff member, “Thank the Queen for her hospitality on our behalf.”
The guide nodded and quickly ran off.
“I would just like to add that this is my bedroom,” Meleana said prying off her helmet.
“We will share,” Obi-Wan said in his stern Jedi voice.
“No, I mean this is my childhood bedroom. She did this on purpose.”
“This was your room as a toddler?” Ketana looked around at the very adult furnishings and color schemes, “no wonder you're a perpetual adolescent. The Jedi temple is more jovial and child friendly.”

“I've changed my mind,” the Queen said to her advisers. She was lounging back in her throne looking both commanding and bored at the same time. Her black and teal gown pooled around her in the black stone throne. She twirled a piece of her curly blonde hair between her fingers while she spoke, “Just send them back to Coruscant.”
“Your highness,” Her adviser, a tall man who looked to be in his late forties with black hair and deep red eyes said calmly, “if we send them away now the rebels will be enraged. They will gain support if it appears we are unwilling to work towards peace.”
In her time on the throne the Queen had gained a fair amount of weight. Her hips had become almost too wide for the thin stone seat, “We sent them away last time.”
“I was not on your staff then, your highness. And if I recall the Jedi went away on their own when one was killed and the other critically wounded.”
The Queen sat up a little straighter, “Well.... my chief of security is around here somewhere. We'll have him make it look like the rebels did it.”
“We could, perhaps, have a few meetings with them before deciding to kill them. It will look much better if we at least appear willing to negotiate with the rebels. Who knows, they may be more reasonable this time. The civil war has been going on a long time, and their resources are limited.”
“They are going to continue to demand Marcellus Ariadne take the throne, despite my constant instance that he's dead.”
“Well, a body would go a long way to silence them,” seeing her agitation her adviser quickly recanted, “If their wishes are unreasonable, we will simply refuse them. At least we will have shown our willingness to work towards peace.”
“They have been disturbingly quiet lately,” the Queen said in reference to the rebels. They rarely organized attacks, but they were a constant and vocal presence around the city. The Queen had done what she could to restrict them, but Bierna's liberal constitution could only be pushed so far without causing more to join the rebel's cause. The Queen rolled her eyes, it was about time she ended the rebellion, and perhaps she could find a way to make the Jedi's presence work to her advantage.

The Jedi returned to their room after spending their unexpected day off touring the city. Meleana had remembered a few things while they were out around the palace. The city was filled with beautiful colorful architecture and the weather was perfect. Meleana assured them that the weather was always perfect in the Capitol, though no one was sure how she could remember enough to be an authority on the weather. The food was a bit too spicy, and the drinks were a bit too strong, but the people were welcoming to the Jedi. They all volunteered their opinions on Bierna's politics, civil war, and the best bars to visit when the Jedi were done working for the day.
Back in the room they were once again faced with the dilemma of where to sleep. The bed was big enough for three people to squeeze in, and the sofa was big enough for one, though not for anyone terribly tall.
“Where would you rather sleep on the bed or the sofa?” Obi-Wan asked Anakin, knowing a 12 year old may or may not want to sleep in a bed with two attractive women.
“The sofa,” he said a little too quickly.
“I'm not sleeping in the middle,” Ketana said while digging in her bag for her sleeping clothes. She motioned towards the washroom where Meleana was showering. “No way am I sleeping between you two. I don't care if she doesn't remember who she is.”
“You know how we bicker,” Obi-Wan said casually to Anakin, “Don't stay up too late. We have a meeting with the rebels in the morning.”
Obi-Wan and Ketana retired to the bedroom where Obi-Wan shot her a look that would make a lesser woman break into tears, “Watch what you say in front of Anakin.”
“Sorry, I wasn't thinking,” she said genuinely.

Meleana woke up in the morning curled up against Obi-Wan's chest with his arms around her, “Obi,” she said still dazed from sleep.
“Yes dear?” He mumbled still half asleep.
She often woke up confused with a feeling that she knew everything about herself and nothing at the same time. “Where are we?”
“Bierna.”
“Hmm. Why are you holding me?”
He pulled his arms away, “I often hold people while I sleep,” He turned over and put his arms around Ketana, “It's early, go back to sleep.”
“What are you doing?” Ketana grumbled.
“Ssshhh, just go with it. You're the one who wanted me to sleep in the middle.”
“Oh force, Obi-Wan... you are such a pain in the ass.”
“Are you flirting with me?”
“If I feel anything poking me I'm breaking it off.”
He chuckled, “I always imagined sleeping with the two of you differently.”
She reached back and smacked him, “Gross! Go to sleep!”
“I can hear everything you weirdos are saying,” Meleana grumbled, “please don't take out your sexual frustration in my childhood bedroom while I am sleeping next to you. I have too few memories to have any traumatic ones.”
They all laughed at that.

Obi-Wan had just finished getting dressed when Meleana came back in from the washroom. Ketana was taking her turn getting ready.
“This morning, when you woke up, you called me Obi,” He said fastening his belt.
“You called me dear. I think I am owed more of an explanation for that,” She said getting her armor together.
“That isn't the point. You called me Obi like you knew me.”
“I have been living with you for a month....”
“I am trying to get to a point, will you please work with me,” He said closing the gap between them. He put his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes to be sure she understood him. “The way you said my name, your tone, you sounded the way you used to.”
Meleana shrugged, “When I'm between sleeping and being awake things are different. I can't remember anything, but I know everything about myself. Then I wake up and it all goes away.”
“You never thought to mention that?”
“I wasn't really aware of it for a while. Then it just didn't seem important. I knew you'd brush it off and Ketana would make a huge deal of it.”
Obi-Wan questioned whether his interest was piqued because she had shown signs of her memory returning, or because she had finally shown some sign that she may remember him. Perhaps there was some truth to Ketana's accusations.
“I am sorry you felt I was brushing you off,” He ran a hand through her hair comfortingly, “This has been difficult for me too. With your permission I would like to try something tonight when you're asleep.”
“Something?” She seemed wary.
“With the Force,” he smiled, “just a little mental probing.”
“Alright,” Meleana said, still seeming uneasy. She didn't trust him, and he had no one but himself to blame for that. He was a little disappointed that she hadn’t made a joke about him wanting to probe her while she slept. The return of her depraved sense of humor would have gone a long way in convincing him she wasn’t an imposter.
“Master,” Anakin said peering through a crack in the door.
“Yes, Anakin?” Obi-Wan stepped away from Meleana and opened the door the rest of the way.
“There is someone here to see you.”
Obi-Wan walked into the sitting room where one of the Queen's men was standing by the door.
“Master Jedi, the Queen has an opening in her schedule and wishes to meet with you this morning.”
Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his chest, “As I am sure the Queen is aware we were to meet with the rebels this morning.”
“Yes, of course. It seems her schedule only allows for a meeting this morning. Her hope was the rebels would reschedule. She, after all, does have a government to run.”
Obi-Wan knocked on the washroom door, “Ketana?”
“Yes, I'll go with Ana to meet with the rebels, as soon as I'm done with my hair.”
“My Padawan and I will meet with the Queen.”
“Excellent. She is expecting you in the throne room in half an hour.”

“Why do I have to wear this to meet with the rebels? They won't know who I am?” Meleana asked as she and Ketana made their way through the lobby of the hotel where they were to meet with the rebel leaders.
“We don't know where someone might recognize you. You have to wear a disguise wherever we go,” Ketana stopped before entering the conference room, “Stay quiet, alright?”
They entered the room to find two women and a man seated facing them at a large conference table. Water pitchers, glasses, and a hotel note pad were the only items on the table.
“Welcome Jedi,” Said the woman in the center. She was small in stature with wavy chestnut hair and deep brown skin. She was not dressed as a warrior, but as a leader prepared for a formal meeting. “I am Kiarra Anduin, leader of the restoration movement,” she motioned to a tan middle aged man who'd looked to have had his nose broken a few times. His broad shoulders and bald head added to his tough exterior, “General Hirram Thien,” To her right sat a woman with straight black hair, which contrasted drastically with her pale skin and the same deep purple eyes as Meleana's. She was as intimidating as her male counterpart but for opposite reasons. She was well groomed and perfectly polished, “and General Tianna Rea.”
Ketana bowed to each in turn and Meleana followed suit, “I am Jedi Knight Ketana Lesair, this is Jedi Ana Kuln. Thank you for taking the time to meet with us.”
Ketana and Meleana each took a seat facing the three rebel leaders.
“We understand you met with the Queen yesterday?” Kiarra began.
“Unfortunately the Queen was unable to attend.”
The two Generals features immediately twisted and they looked to their leader. She held up a hand to quiet them before they began.
“Currently Jedi Kenobi and his Padawan are meeting with her. Our joint meeting will go on tomorrow night, as promised.”
Kiarra pursed her lips, “Forgive me Jedi Lesair, but a promise from the Queen doesn't mean much to us. Our stance has not changed from the last time the Jedi attempted to intervene on this conflict. Queen Ikriv must surrender the throne to Marcellus or Meleana Ariadne.”
“Meleana is a Jedi and-”
“We believe a Jedi would make a fine Queen,” General Thien interrupted.
Meleana shook her head emphatically.
“Leaving the Jedi was always an option available to Meleana. She chose to continue to serve the republic as a Jedi, not a world leader.”
“We have reason to believe otherwise.”
Ketana looked at Meleana, who shrugged. This time when Ketana spoke she did so in Biernan, “Jedi Ariadne is very close with all of the Jedi on this mission. We trained together as Padawan and she taught me her native tongue. Trust me when I say Meleana Ariadne has no desire to be queen. We had heard that Marcellus had passed away?”
“Ha! Allegedly years ago and conveniently in a starship accident. No bodies were ever recovered. When I say no bodies, I mean not one body. There was no proof it was even his ship that was located. We believe he was taken into hiding by those loyal to the Ariadne family,” Kiarra explained confidently. She was a very charismatic speaker.
“If that is the case, why has he not returned to take his throne?”
The three rebels looked at each other before Kiarra spoke again, “We have our reasons to believe he is alive and in hiding. There were many events around his alleged demise which lead us to our conclusion. Jedi Ariadne is aware of them. You should ask her. If she trusts you, as you say she does, she will share the information.”
“She is currently on a mission and unable to be reached. Let’s assume the worst case scenario, that neither of the Ariadne children are able to take the throne. Would you consider the formation of a democracy?”
“We would, but only after ample efforts have been made to find Marcellus and we have spoken to Meleana personally. We would require she be involved in his recovery effort. The Ariadne family has been good to our world. Democracy sounds good in theory, but we believe anyone who seeks a position of power is less qualified to hold it. The Ariadne's have generations of fine examples to live up to. There have been a few bad eggs, but we feel our government has been more stable than our democratic neighbors.”
“It is doubtful Ikriv will be willing to step down,” Ketana said in a somber tone.
“We are aware of that. If she does not we are prepared to step up out military efforts. Thus far we have only made a limited number of attacks on military targets. Most of our efforts have been non-violent. Our numbers have grown since then. We are prepared to escalate the conflict.”
“So she steps down, or else?”
Kiarra smiled, “Precisely Jedi Lesair.”
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