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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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“I certainly hope your meeting went better than mine,” Obi-Wan said when Ketana and Meleana had returned.
Meleana pulled off her helmet as soon as the door was shut behind them and set it down on the cocktail table, “Oh yeah. At least we figured out a sure fire way to end the conflict.”
“Were you at a different meeting?” Ketana asked looking perplexed. She flopped down into one of the chairs. “Anakin, would you mind pouring me some wine?” She said seeing the open bottle on the table.
“They want an Ariadne on the throne, I am an Ariadne. I'm useless as a Jedi. Seems like kind of a no brainier.”
“You want to be Queen?” Ketana asked nodding her thanks to Anakin as he handed her a glass.
Meleana recoiled, “No! But it would go against the Biernan constitution to say no to me. I'm the first born. Technically anyone other than me is just a place holder. My right to the throne supersedes any others. By turning me down directly Ikriv would be in violation of the constitution.”
“This you remember?” Obi-Wan said pouring himself another glass of wine.
“I read up on the laws when the mission was assigned to us. I could hold the throne long enough for my brother to be found, or a democracy to be put in place. After which I would go back to being the galaxies least useful Jedi Knight.”
Obi-Wan poured Meleana a glass of wine and motioned for her to take a seat in the empty chair.
“Meleana, it isn't that simple,” Obi-Wan faced her and leaned towards her, “If it were, you'd have done it years before. Your stepmother is willing to kill to keep her throne. She will likely fight any attempt you make to take the throne. She made it very clear today that she would not consider any solution which required her to give up, what she called, her rightful place. Though the law may be black and white the action of taking the throne would not be.”
“Then what is our plan?” Ketana said, “Both sides want what the other side is unwilling to give. As much as Meleana may be passing over in her plan, at least it offers a legal resolution.”
Obi-Wan stared into his wine glass a moment in thought, “We have to imagine the last Jedi team on Bierna faced many of the same issues. Knowing they failed to bring peace means we may have more problems than have yet come to light.”

The Queen's head of security, a bounty hunter by trade, Genesis, walked into the crowded bar and made his way towards the back. The crowd parted as he made his way through. His height and muscular build made him seem intimidating enough to clear a path, but as his sister had so often liked to remind him his severe features were enough to clear a room. Whoever it was who had contacted him said they would be in the last booth on the left. Meaning they would get a nice long look at him before he'd even gotten a glance of them. He patted the blaster on his right and the vibroblade on his left, suddenly worried he'd forgotten them. He was still not sure if he was there for business or murder. He didn't much care for being summoned as he had been. He couldn't make out any features of figure at the booth under the dark hood that shrouded their face. He sat down and was almost at a loss for words when he recognized the face under the hood.
“You are the last person I'd have expected to see here.”
Meleana smiled at him. It was a look he'd never seen cross her face before.
“You weren't with the Jedi party that arrived yesterday,” he said wondering very much what would drive her to a private meeting with him.
“I am here to reclaim my throne. I understand you could be instrumental in making that dream a reality,” She said smoothly. There was something different about her voice.
“I work for your stepmother.”
“You worked for my stepmother. Now you work for me.”
Genesis leaned back in his seat. She must have some motive for coming to see him. She would never hire him, not if she had any other options, “It would be extremely damaging to my reputation if word got out that my loyalties were so easily bought.”
“You're a bounty hunter,” she said harshly, “Isn't being bought the point of your occupation? You'll receive a twenty-five percent increase in pay and you'll get to continue to serve the Biernan government on retainer. Stick with her and you'll be unemployed. If you're lucky. ”
“Why would you want to keep me around?”
“Better to have you with me than against me.”
Genesis still wasn't convinced. Something wasn't right. There was a major piece of this puzzle he was missing. It was as though Meleana had forgotten he'd killed her Master and brought her to the brink of death on several occasions, “This hardly seems like you.”
“I think you will find I am a changed woman. You can make my life easier, or you can make my life harder. I do so enjoy an easy life. This offer is your chance to be part of the future. Your Queen is no match for me. This world will be mine. Take my offer and you will continue to serve at my side. Reject it and you will be buried in a mass grave.”
Genesis considered her offer. Keeping his options open couldn't hurt. Besides, it wasn't as though the two sides would talk and discover he was being employed by both. “What do you need from me?”
“For now, I need you to continue to serve the Queen as you have been. Keep an eye on the Jedi. Report all their actions to me. I will give you further instructions in the days to come.”

Obi-Wan waited for Meleana to fall asleep before placing his hands on her temples. She moaned lightly at the touch but did not wake. He closed his eyes and focused on her mind. What he found once in her head was deafening. It was as though every moment of her life were happening all at once. Every voice, every song, every thought and sound all flooded his mind and nearly paralyzed him. It made sense that she was unable to pick out anything in the din. He tried to think of something they had done together. Something he could find in her head and pull out. Something that wouldn't confuse her out of context. In the confusion of her chaotic mind all he could remember was the first time they'd kissed. He remembered grabbing her as she slipped from the icy face of the mountain. The feel of her body on top of his and the rush he felt when her lips pressed against his unexpectedly. Soon he found the thoughts in his head weren't his. He was seeing the moment from Meleana's perspective. Despite being on top Meleana seemed just as surprised as he was at what she was doing.
Obi-Wan pulled away. He didn't want to think of her death, and he felt his mind sliding in that direction. He would need to pick something and have it clearly in his mind before he tried again. For now he was overcome with exhaustion. In the morning he would see if his probing had worked.

Meleana waited until Ketana had gone to shower before saying anything to Obi-Wan, “Obi-Wan,” she said timidly, she still wasn't sure how to word her question, “did I kiss you?”
He smiled a big dopey grin at her, “Yes, you did.”
“And you made me remember that?”
Obi-Wan blushed, “It was the first thing I could think of.”
Her eyes widened in confusion, “So...”
“Meleana, your memories are all there,” he interrupted her before she could ask any more questions about the kiss, “That's the problem. They are all there at once. I was able to make you remember something we both shared. You need something to latch on to recall something. That's why Ketana's stories worked. They were memories you were looking for.”
“So I can only remember things other people remember for me?”
“No, you kept a diary. Between your friends and your own prompting you should be able to remember enough to smooth things out. You'll be able to place things and understand them without help.”
“So, you can make me remember you?”
Obi-Wan nodded, “If you want me too. I've only known you a year. The memories you have of me may not make sense without more memories of your past to put them in context.”
“But I want to remember you.”
“Read your diary first. Those are the parts of your life you thought were the most important. After that, if you still need my help I will help you remember me. It's on your ship. I think you kept it in the drawer in your nightstand.”
“My ship?”
“Oh... right.... the ship we've been living on... you live there. You built it.”
“Anything else you guys aren't telling me that I should know?”
Obi-Wan nodded, “Lots, I'm sure.”

Meleana walked down to her ship in her clunky blast armor. Once on the ship she tossed the helmet down onto the sofa and headed into her bedroom. She froze seeing a large armed man standing at the foot of her bed.
“Well, you surprise me again,” He smiled over her and looked her up and down. The man's eyes were a toxic looking shade of green. “Do the Jedi know you're planning to take over the world?”
Meleana froze. Whoever this man was he knew her, but she did not know him. “I mentioned it to them.”
“Interesting... You weren't listed as a Jedi on this mission. I was surprised to see your ship.”
“Why are you in my bedroom?”
His unnerving eyes winked at her, “The same reason I'm always in your bedroom, princess.”
“I think you should go,” Meleana said in as level a tone as she could muster. Something about him made her skin crawl.
He looked around the room then back at her, “true, it wouldn't look good for us to be caught together like this,” he gave her a slick grin on his way out, “call me soon, princess.”
Meleana shook off the feeling of disgust the man had given her and went to her bedside drawer. She found a datapad as well as a pair of handcuffs. She pondered the handcuffs a moment before picking up the journal. Before she'd discovered the intruder on her ship she'd thought she would enjoy a moment alone to get to know herself. Now she wanted to get back to the safety of her fellow Jedi as swiftly as possible.

Meleana read while Obi-Wan and Ketana worked on their mission. It had taken her a while to figure out what her password was. She still wasn't quite sure how she'd finally managed it, but after what felt like a hundred tries she finally guess right. At first the entries were hard to read. The spelling and grammar were awful, and she mixed basic and Biernan illogically. She was midway through her preteens when Obi-Wan came to check on her.
“Ever since I remembered kissing you, you've shown a great increase in your interest in me,” Meleana said setting down her data pad on the bed.
Obi-Wan looked down at the floor and took a seat next to her, “I didn't believe you were really yourself. In my experience if something is too good to be true, it probably is.”
“Why didn't anyone give me my diary sooner? Why didn't anyone do any of this sooner?”
Obi-Wan took a deep breath, “It's a complicated situation. We don't want to distress you, or hurt you. We also couldn't risk giving you any information that could aid you in impersonating a Jedi, assuming you were an imposter. As for finding your memories they are only present when your conscious mind is inactive. You were always awake when Master Windu and Yoda worked with you.”
Meleana thought about the way she had been treated by her fellow Jedi and the bloody sheets on her bed. She looked back at her diary, wondering if it had the answer to the question she was about to ask, “What happened to me?”
Obi-Wan looked down at the floor for a long time. She was beginning to think he was just ignoring the question when he finally answered, “You died.”
That wasn't the answer Meleana was expecting. She couldn't have died. She was alive. Dead people didn't just come back. At least she didn't think they did. She shook her head. They must have just thought she died.
“You were dead. I saw your body. I escorted you back to Coruscant. You were dead,” Obi-Wan said very deliberately.
She wasn't sure why he needed to drive the point home. It wasn't like being in denial about her death was going to impact her life in any way. Right?
“How-”
Obi-Wan shook his head, “No. That's all I am going to tell you. I'll help you remember anything I can, but not that. Not yet.”
He looked so sad staring down at the floor. She could tell he was thinking about it. A huge moment in her life that she may or may not ever remember. She reached a hand out to comfort him and cupped his cheek in her palm. He turned towards her and looked up into her eyes. She leaned forward and kissed him softly.
“What was that for?” He asked.
Meleana gave him a smile which was part embarrassed part mischievous, “it's the only way I know to interact with you.”
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