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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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“How did your meeting with the rebels go?” Obi-Wan asked when Ketana returned.
“They are still keeping something from me. Kiarra was less open with me today than she was last night. How did things go with Meleana?”
Obi-Wan set down the datapad he'd been reading. “The more she remembers the more she realizes she's forgotten. When she left she was no longer speaking to me because I refused to answer any of her questions,” He could see she was about to ask why and cut her off, “If I'd answered her she'd still be sitting here trying to wrap her head around the answers. She isn't strong enough to go through all of that and complete this mission. As it is things here are quickly spiraling out of control.”
As if on cue the holocube in the sitting room activated and Meleana's image appeared. She looked like a warrior Queen in her teal and purple leathers. Tight teal leather pants lead up to a sculpted armored chest plate in royal purple. A long gray silk shirt covered her arms. Her floor length coat featured a large embroidery of the royal crest, a large purple flower encased in teal thorns. Her hair was braided back away from her faces, purple, teal and black jewels caught the light as she turned her head. A thick black and silver belt hung around her waist. She obviously wanted her lightsaber to be seen.
Ketana and Obi-Wan both gaped at the image in front of them. For a moment she just stood there, seemingly giving her audience a chance to let her identity sink in.
“As most of you have undoubtedly realized I am Meleana Ariadne. Over the past few days there has been growing speculation over my return and my intentions on returning here. I have gone through great pains to take over the holonet to bring you, my people, the truth, directly from me to you. I am not here as a Jedi. In fact, I would guess they are as surprised to see me as any of you. I am here because I have watched the stiflingly of my people's powerful and free spirits go on for too long. It has become clear to me that my place is here, leading you, as I was born to do. Since Ikriv took office Bierna's economy has suffered. Our once mighty military has become divided and weak. Our neighbors, Syrus and Dedra, who once feared us now seek to dominate us. Our trade agreements have become increasingly one sided. While record numbers of our children go hungry Syrus continues to exploit our resources. Trade agreements put in place by the current Queen have cut Bierna's trade profits by nearly forty percent. Dedra, who once traded freely and fairly with us, in exchange for military protection, have had to adjust those prices to compensate for our weakening presence in our system. Simply put, our allies charge us more and our money is worth less.
We have suffered long enough. Something must be done to invigorate our economy. When my father still lived our world thrived. My work as a Jedi has taught me well what it takes for a world to thrive. The people of Bierna must no longer settle for 'good enough'. I am calling for the Queen's immediate resignation, as is my right under our laws. If she chooses to disobey me there will be consequences. May the Force be with all of you,” Meleana bowed and the holotransmittion shut down.
“Wonderful,” Obi-Wan said sill staring at the empty wall where Meleana's image had been.
“There is no way that was actually Meleana, right?” Ketana said. She looked just as flustered as he was.
“No,” Obi-Wan was working harder than usual at keeping his Jedi calm, “The Sith is here.”
“We need to inform the council immediately.”
“We need to warn Anakin immediately,” At least Meleana had gotten off Bierna. She would be safe as long as she and Anakin knew not to return.
The door came crashing open before either Jedi could pick up their comlinks. Both were on their feet with lightsabers ready as the room filled with security. The security team surrounded them with blasters drawn, but made no effort to attack. Genesis walked in last and smirked at the Jedi. That was enough to finally make Obi-Wan's blood boil.
“What are you doing here?” He said disgust evident in his tone.
“I work here,” Genesis' smile broadened, “at the moment I am here to inform you that you are under arrest for treason,” Genesis nodded towards Obi-Wan's weapon, “Hand over your toys. Killing the royal security force isn't going to do you any good.”
Obi-Wan and Ketana turned to one another. They both shook their heads in frustration and allowed the security team to take their weapons.
“Search the other room, there are two more,” Genesis said as Obi-Wan and Ketana were restrained.
“These rooms are clear sir,” The security team called.
“Where are your friends,” Genesis' voice was smooth and powerful. He was obviously enjoying himself.
“They were called away on another mission,” Obi-Wan replied.
“Your Padawan went on another mission without you?” Genesis shook his head, “Bring them to the interrogation room. Make sure force collars are placed on both of them.”

Anakin and Meleana were seated in the baggage holding area on route from Bierna to Dedra. Meleana had allegedly been meditating on the exact location of her brother, but Anakin was beginning to suspect she was just napping.
“Anakin,” Meleana said opening her eyes, “how well do you know me?”
Anakin shrugged, “Not very. Mostly you're just Obi-Wan's friend.”
She scrunched up her nose in frustration, “Knowing I'm missing huge chunks of my life is worse than not knowing I had a life.”
Anakin nodded, “It'll come back to you.”
“It would come back a lot faster if people would volunteer information more freely.”
“Have you pinpointed where your brother is yet?”
Meleana pulled up a map of Dedra and spun the globe around, “I think he's somewhere around here. I have a very strong feeling about it, and it makes sense. It's one of the more agricultural parts of the planet, not densely populated. It isn't a place Biernan's would visit and it's unlikely anyone out there would recognize him as the prince of another world.”
“Was your brother force sensitive? You could try to communicate with him?”
Meleana shrugged, “I don't know, but I can try.”
She began to meditate again. Anakin noticed fairly quickly that things had not gone as planned. Since they left the palace Meleana had been having visions of her past. When this happened she seemed to be completely unaware of the present. She usually came back fairly quickly. The first few times had worried Anakin. They'd been hurrying through the space station when Meleana had dropped to the floor. She didn't always lose control of herself completely the way she had the first time. Sometimes, as was happening now she remained in exactly the position she'd been in. Once she'd began flailing wildly. Anakin was glad that that didn't seem to be a trend. It had only been a few hours since they had left Bierna. If they were going to work as a team Meleana would need to find a way to control her visions.
Her eyes opened slowly and she looked around the room in confusion, “Sorry,” she said softly, “what was I doing again?”
“You were trying to reach out to your brother with the Force.”
Meleana nodded and went back to her meditation.

Obi-Wan had been in more dangerous situations than the one he was currently faced with, but not many. He was disconnected from the Force, strapped down to a board, and a mad man with a personal grudge was standing over him looking quite pleased with himself. When he heard the door behind Genesis swing open he wasn't sure if he should be relieved or worried.
“You arrested the Jedi?” A male voice said in a panicked tone.
“Queen's orders,” Genesis said without taking his poisonous green eyes off of Obi-Wan, “I only got two of them though. I was just about to begin interrogating this one.”
“You will do no such thing. Do you have any idea the repercussions if it gets back to the Jedi order that we arrested and tortured two of their knights?”
Genesis looked perplexed, “Has it occurred to you that I don't care? This is hardly the first time,” he turned away from Obi-Wan to regard the other man, “There is a reason I keep a low profile. Genesis isn't even my real name. The most liberal planet in the galaxy would execute me five times over for my crimes,” Obi-Wan could hear his smile in his voice, “it's why I am so well paid.”
“The Queen will be informed of what you're doing.”
“Shall I go tell her myself? I'd love to see the look on her face when she hears she has to drag herself down here because her adviser is protecting the Jedi.”
“I am protecting the Queen! She is the one who will suffer if this gets out. So why don't you drag her down here. We'll see if she can stomach what you have planned.”
Genesis sighed, “It’s your funeral,” he tossed up his hands and left the room.
Obi-Wan could hear the footfalls of the other man as he paced quickly around the room, “The nerve of that man. Most people wouldn't dare torture a Jedi in a room with active security monitors.”
That was an unusual thing to say out loud. The man came up to Obi-Wan and looked down into his eyes. There was something pleading in the man's deep red eyes. Not at all the look Obi-Wan would expect to get from one of the Queen's staff.
“Obi-Wan,” his voice sounded familiar, “Have you seen Alandra recently?” He asked in a causal voice.
Obi-Wan was taken aback by the question. There were only a few people who knew the Sith existed, and even fewer who knew her real name. He nodded in response.
“Is she here?” The man's expression was serious, and desperate. He obviously wanted these questions answered while they were alone.
“We all saw her this morning,” He replied not wanting to give too much away.
“Alandra was. Where is she?”
“She's traveling,” Obi-Wan wanted to ask the man who he was, but with security equipment on that wouldn't do any good, “her twin will be very surprised to see her, when she comes back.”
The man nodded, “Well, when she returns Master Aron will be the first one to great her.”
Obi-Wan put the pieces together just as the Queen came barging into the room.
“What is your title?” She asked sharply.
“Adviser, your highness,” the man said turning away from Obi-Wan.
“And has it occurred to you, that if I had wanted your advice, I would have asked for it? Do you think I am stupid?”
“My Queen, I was only looking out for your best interest. If the Jedi hear about this-”
“The Jedi aren't going to hear about it. This isn't my first time dealing with meddling Jedi. Now, I suggest you put your mind to good use, assuming you'd like to keep it. We need to find that snot nosed little princess before she pops up again. These Jedi know where she is. Between the rebels and the Jedi you have plenty of work to do. It's time for you to get back to it.”
The Queen's adviser bowed and hurried out of the room. Obi-Wan was able to see the Queen now, and the smirk on Genesis' face as he watched the other man scurry off.
“Find out what you can from them,” the Queen said, “But make it quick. You have work to do this afternoon.”

As much as it pained him to do so Genesis pulled himself away from interrogating the Jedi. Meleana's speech had done nothing for the Queen's short temper. Acts of terrorism were hardly something Genesis could outsource. Especially if he wanted to continue playing both sides. So he'd washed the blood off his hands, popped on his blast armor, and hopped on his speeder bike. It was a lovely day for a ride, as usual, in the Capitol. He almost felt sorry he was going to be darkening the perfectly blue sky above him.
When Genesis found an ally to pull into, where he could be sure he was alone, and well clear of the palace he picked up his comlink.
“Hello Princess.”
“It's Queen,” Meleana snapped back.
“Sorry. My Queen. I would like to begin by reminding you that it was your idea for me to continue working for Ikriv. I felt I should inform you I am on my way to commit an act of terrorism in your name.”
“Where?”
“I'm going to blow up the Syrusan embassy. You've made it fairly clear you're not overly fond of them. And Ikriv is half Syrusan. It'll take me about an hour to get the explosives rigged. That should give you plenty of time to figure out how you'll respond.”
“Marvelous,” her voice was dripping with sarcasm.
“Anything worth having isn't easy to acquire,” he said encouragingly, “if you can't handle these setbacks you'll never keep your crown.”
“When I want your advice I'll ask for it,” She disconnected the communication and Genesis continued on his way.

Ikriv walked into the room where the Jedi were being held. She knew investing in equipment capable of subduing a Jedi would pay off. The cell had once been used to detain multiple prisoners, but now held two force cages. The female Jedi had not yet been interrogated and was standing, arms folded, as though she still possessed some kind of authority. The male was a heap on the floor of his cage.
Ikriv smiled at them, “I thought you two might want to see what your friend has been up to. Perhaps you will not look so smug when you see what the arrogance of the Jedi has done to this world.”
She pulled out a holocube and set it down on the floor in front of the Jedi. An image of a building in flames came up. What had once been an elaborate structure of stone and glass was now barely recognizable through the plumes of smoke. Shots of red and orange came through the black and gray clouds as more explosions rocked the Syrusan embassy. The reporters covering the disaster didn't seem to know what to say. They were spouting off facts about the building and its inhabitants at random. Emergency crews were having a difficult time getting into the building. Droids were being sent in to scout the scene. The upper floors were completely inaccessible. The smoke was too thick to fly through, and the building was too damaged to ascend. The cameras were focused on what used to be the ambassadors office when the voices of the reporters suddenly became very excited. The report was in Biernan, so Obi-Wan could not make a word out of it, but Ketana could.
“There appears to be something moving outside the building... scans are suggesting it may be a speeder. As you can see, our remote cams are unable to get any closer to the scene because of the density of that smoke. There is no way any pilot could maneuver through that smoke.”
As if in response to a challenge the speeder came flying out of the chaos. It whizzed past the camera on its way towards the ground. Other cameras moved to capture the speeder as it landed. Alandra tossed her smoldering cloak onto the ground as she climbed out of the speeder. The camera closed in on the figures inside the vehicle.
“Our data is indicating the people in the back of the speeder are the ambassador and his family. While many of the staff was able to be evacuated the escape routes from his private quarters were all blocked off and emergency crews feared there would be no way to reach them before they succumbed to the smoke. We can see now a number of medics are attending to the ambassador and his family. It is unknown whether or not they are alive. What is certain is this is a clear act of heroism from Meleana Ariadne. Surely only a Jedi would have been able to navigate that wreckage. We can see she too is being treated for smoke inhalation.”
The close up of Alandra showed her holding an oxygen mask to her soot covered face. Her eyes flashed on the camera capturing her image and turned to one of the ambassador's children, stroking the girl’s hair tenderly.
“Speaking of Jedi, in this kind of a disaster I am surprised to see none of the four Jedi sent to Bierna have come to assist in the rescue efforts-”
Ikriv shut off the holocube. It was clear from her expression that she had not expected the last minute rescue of the ambassador.
“Thank you, that was heartening,” Ketana said despite being deeply disturbed to see the Sith playing the part of concerned Jedi so convincingly.
Ikriv took a breath to compose herself, “Yes, well, I think it is quite clear she staged this disaster in order to gain favor and attempt to make me look as though I cannot maintain peace on my own world.”
The male Jedi lifted his head and gave her a look of disgust. As much as he could with a black eye and a split lip, “You imprisoned the peace keepers. She just proved only Jedi would have been capable of rescuing the survivors of that blast. You imprisoned us hours before the attack. How do you think that will look?”
The broken Jedi's words didn't worry her. She would easily spin this in her favor. It had, after all, been her plan. Things were falling into place. Soon the rest of the planet would see Meleana's act of heroism as the thinly veiled public relations stunt it so obviously was. They would plant more evidence against her if need be. In the meantime she didn't second guess her decision to imprison the Jedi when she did. She'd had enough of them, for now. She shut off the lights before leaving them.
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