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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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Garen did not often frequent cantina's, but given his transport had been docked at a space-station with nothing but a cantina and a repair shop for hours he decided it was worth a try. They had found themselves in a bind on the outer edge of the mid-rim, and this station was the only place in range to get the repair work done they needed. Unfortunately getting the work done meant they had a very long wait in store. The station was run down. Tucked so far out of the way the only people who frequented it were those who didn't want to be seen. Judging by the activity level in the cantina, and the number of ships docked, that was enough for the station to turn a hefty profit.
Garen was seated at a small table in the far corner of the cantina. He wanted to be out of the way, and stay out of sight as much as possible. He guessed that this group would not welcome a Jedi into their midst. The room was poorly lit, perhaps on purpose, which made it difficult to make out the faces of people who were more than a few paces away. He watched as people conducted "business", flirted, fought, and stumbled drunkenly out while sipping one drink after another. After a while he began to notice one of the other patrons had been conducting more "business" than any of the others. One after another people would come in, sit with her for a while, and then moved on. She wasn't a dealer, they stayed too long for that. His curiosity peaked Garen began focusing all of his attention on the woman at the other end of the room. Her current interviewee was quite large, and blocked the woman from Garen's view. What he could make out from their body language looked relaxed enough. The man talking to her wasn't nervous. Their business concluded and the man left the cantina. Garen squinted in the dim light to get a better view of the woman's face. It seemed impossible, but from where he sat she was the spitting image of Meleana Ariadne. He could have been wrong. It was dark. He hadn't seen her in well over a year, and she was dead.
Garen picked up his drink and made his way towards the open seat at her table before another body took his place. He wasn't sure what to say, "You look like a dead girl I used to know", "Are you Meleana Ariadne? Her sister maybe?". Finally he settled on, "Can I buy you a drink?"
The woman, who up close bared a shocking resemblance to his fallen comrade arched her brow. She didn't look like she wanted a drink.
"I'm sorry," He said before she could shoot him down. "I'm terrible at this whole flirting thing. I just... I've been watching you from across the room. I figured you were here with your boyfriend, but when he left... well I didn't want to miss out on the chance to talk to the most beautiful woman in the room."
The way the woman's eyes trailed over him made Garen uneasy. The jovial spark that was so often glinting in Meleana's eyes was nowhere to be seen in this woman's sharp gaze.
"I'm Garen," He said extending a hand towards her. He needed to do something to stop her from staring at him.
"Garen," she took the hand he offered up. She held it rather than shake it and examined him, "tell me, Garen, how did such a clean cut young man end up in my space station? We aren't typically frequented by your kind."
Her voice was more unnerving than her eyes. She spoke with Meleana's voice, but there was something off about it. It was a little too low. She spoke slower. Her accent was every so slightly different. He pulled back his hand when she didn't release it.
"Your space station?" she nodded but offered nothing else. "That's quite an accomplishment, owning a space station at your age."
"I'm older than I look. Did you come here just to look for pretty girls, Garen?" There was nothing flirtatious or playful about her tone.

Garen was beginning to think he'd made a mistake when he sat down at her table, "My ship needed some repairs."
"And you just happened to be near my space station in the middle of nowhere?"
Garen shook his head, "I'm sorry, I'm not quite sure what you're getting at." He was trying to keep his tone light despite the accusation in the woman's voice.
"Do you know who I am?" She asked in the same cool tone. Her eyes were locked on him.
He shook his head. He really had no idea who she was, or why she had become so hostile so quickly, "You haven't introduced yourself yet."
She arched her brow and narrowed her eyes, "You recognized me. I'm a little insulted that you didn't think I'd notice."
"You look like an old friend of mine, but she's no longer with us. You couldn't possibly be her."
She kept her eyes on him a moment longer before leaning back in her chair, "Is that all? Your friend died? And you think I look like her?"
He laughed nervously, "What else would it be?"
The more she stared the more Garen wanted to get up and run out of the cantina. The repairs couldn't be done fast enough as far as he was concerned. She had the upper hand in this interaction for more reasons than one.
"Go back to your ship, Garen. Your repairs will be finished and you will be on your way. When you return to your temple tell Master Windu I say hello."
"Who should I say-"
"Do as you're told," Her voice was velvety smooth now, "I don't think either one of us wants any trouble. I am sure Master Windu will be able to clear up any questions you have."
Garen wasn't sure what to say. Her mentioning Master Windu had added another confusing dimension to things. How did this woman know anything about the Jedi? Things were very wrong here. He'd gotten the sense that their was more to Meleana's death than Obi-Wan had told him. Sitting with this woman he began to wonder if her death had just been a coverup for something else. Something the Jedi didn't want made public.
The woman let out a frustrated sigh as when he didn't budge. "I don't want to deal with my men thinking I've let a Jedi sneak past me, but I will if you do not leave now. I would rather you left before you were noticed, but I would rather they notice a corpse than a drinking companion. Go back to your ship. When your repairs are finished leave. If you make any attempts to send a transmission I will kill you and everyone with you. Leave now without any trace of your presence and you may keep your life."
Garen wasn't sure thinking things through would help anything. He hoped the repairs were finished quickly so he could contact the temple. Whoever this woman was she knew Maser Windu, and she had no interest in cooperating with the Jedi. Garen stood and left without another word. Learning more about this woman wasn't worth the life of his crew.
It was dark where Anakin was, but he could hear a woman humming. It wasn't a song he'd ever heard before, yet there was something familiar about the sound. He walked towards it, using the force to guide him in the dark. As he moved closer to the sound light began to fill the corridor through gaps in the door ahead of him. He touched the door hesitantly. Suddenly he wasn't so sure he wanted to see what was on the other side. Curiosity got the better of him and he slowly pressed the door open. He froze in the door frame and took in the sight in front of him. A woman was sitting cradling the body of another in the center of a pool of blood. The perfect circle of red around them was the only party of the room that appeared solid. The rest was a shifting gray expanse. The humming woman's long brown hair covered her face as well as to woman she was cradling. The humming stopped and the woman looked up at him. She looked like Meleana, only her eyes were yellow and rimmed with red. He took a deep breath to calm himself as her malicious gaze locked on him. He looked down at the body she was holding. Pale and lifeless Meleana hardly looked like herself. He jumped when her eyes shot open and she reached out towards him.
"Help me!"
Anakin opened his eyes and sat up in bed. He looked around the room and tried to remember where he was. The cold reminded him he and Obi-Wan were on route to a mission.
"Everything alright?" His Master said in a groggy voice.
He must have shouted if he'd woken Obi-Wan, "I had a vision... at least I think I did," Anakin knew his Master didn't approve of him interpreting his dreams as visions of the future.
"Anakin-"
"Did a Sith kill Meleana?" He said before Obi-Wan could lecture him again.
During Obi-Wan's silence he wasn't sure if he had only succeeded in getting himself into more trouble. He heard his Master sit up in bed before he flicked on the light.
"What did you see?"
"I saw the Sith with Meleana's body," Anakin shook is head. He wanted to say he thought Meleana was alive, but something about that seemed false, "She isn't dead, Master."
Obi-Wan's expression did not give away any emotions, "She is dead. I saw her body myself. Go back to sleep," He shut off the light.
"She needs our help."
"Go to sleep, Anakin," Obi-Wan said curtly.
Anakin didn't say another word, but he knew he was right. He had no reason to dream about Meleana. He'd always thought she was a little off, and she'd been gone for at least a year. His vision was real. Meleana was alive, somewhere, and she needed their help.
~To Be Continued~
Thank you for reading. The next story is almost finished and I am waiting to get the whole thing done (or 90% done) before I post so I won't run into the same long pauses I did with this one. Thank you so much to everyone who took the time to read, and especially those who took the time to review and PM me. May the Force be With you.
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