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Fall of the Risen	By : Meleana24 Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 3070 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Meleana, pay attention,” A sharp male voice pulled Meleana away from her day dreaming. She turned away from the view of the approaching planet and looked to her Master.
“Sorry, Master,” Meleana glanced back once more at the green and blue planet beneath them before turning her back on it.
“Do you have any memories of your childhood?” He asked, obviously guessing at what she was day dreaming about.
Meleana shrugged, “Only a few. Mostly just bits and pieces of things. The way my mother smelled, the sound my feet used to make when I ran down the halls... Most of what I know about my home world I learned from the holonet.”
“You seem nervous.”
Meleana was nervous. She remembered more than she was letting on. She'd spent most of her life keeping track of her brother on the holonet after her father's death. She knew he had gone missing a few months ago. When the council asked her to go on the mission to her home world she had not volunteered any information about her relationship with her stepmother. After all, she hadn't seen the woman in almost twenty years. It would have been unfair to assume she continued to hold a grudge against her. She hadn't wanted to say anything that would hurt her chances of being chosen for this mission. She'd spent most of journey from Coruscant thinking about how she might be able to break away from her Master and search for clues on her brother's disappearance.
“Meleana,” something sounded off about her Master's voice, it was too high pitched, “Meleana! We're here! Wake up!”

She finally did come to when Anakin's open palm collided with her cheek.
“Sorry, Master,” she said in a groggy voice.
“What?” Anakin said taken aback.
Meleana looked at Anakin and for a moment didn't recognize him, “What?” The present started coming back to her, “I've done this before.”
“Yeah, you've been passing out and talking to yourself a lot.”
Meleana stitched her brow, “No, I mean looking for my brother.”
“Really? How did it go last time?”
“I don't know. I hadn't gotten to that part yet.”
Anakin rolled his eyes, “C'mon. We need to go before this ship turns around and takes us back to Bierna.”
Anakin plunked the helmet back down over her head and pulled at her hand to make her get up. She shuffled to her feet and followed Anakin off the ship. It must have been an odd sight for the other passengers to see a young boy leading an armored woman by the hand.
Unlike Bierna, Dedra was hot. Very hot. Meleana and Anakin were both overdressed. Most of the locals were wearing brightly colored tunics and loose flowing dresses. No one on the planet seemed to be wearing any pants, which Meleana found a little odd. A few more steps in the humid heat made her envious of the pants-less locals.
“I need a new outfit,” she insisted as they walked through the open plaza.
Anakin wasn't sure what to say to her. He didn't feel right telling a Jedi Knight what to do. Obi-Wan hadn't made it clear if Anakin or Meleana were in charge either. He'd only told Anakin to “use his best judgment”.
“We can't stop now. It's too crowded here.”
Meleana grumbled while looking over her datapad, “We need to go east.”
“I know. I found a rout for us using public transportation while you were sleeping.”
Meleana was a little embarrassed that a Padawan was more on top of things than she was. Now that she remembered being a Jedi she couldn't seem to stay conscious long enough to behave like one. It wasn't difficult to find the ticketing booth they needed for their next trip. The ship had landed in a main transportation hub for Dedra. Meleana wished she could smell some of the big red flowers that lined the tan brick paths in the plaza. Her helmet prevented her from getting much air at all. Meleana began to realize that the voices around her, which had once been muffled by her helmet, were starting to become clearer.
“Anakin,” She said reaching out to grip his shoulder. The voices got louder just before she felt herself falling forward again.
Anakin managed to catch her before she hit the ground. He smiled nervously at the passersby who were giving him worried looks, “She's not used to the heat.”

When Meleana came to her armor was gone. She was dressed in a bright red sun dress. She glanced out the window to her left. The sun had gone down, which allowed her to see her reflection in the glass. She took off the large sunglasses she was wearing and her eyes widened. It seemed in an effort to disguise her Anakin had applied copious amounts of makeup to her face. Her eyes were surrounded by smeared black eye shadow. Her pale face was caked in bronzer and worst of all her lips were coated in bright blue lipstick. Faced with all that it took her a moment to notice the short red wig Anakin had put on her. Her stylist was sleeping in a seat across from her. Looking around at the rows of green leather seats filled with passengers she guessed they were on a train. Everyone seemed to be either sleeping or paying no mind to their fellow travelers.
She sat up and rubbed her temples. Her head was killing her again. It seemed strange that with everything she had remembered she still felt like she was missing so much. She'd read about a few unhappy things in her diary, and heard a few from the Masters at the temple, but she hadn't actually recalled one bad thing that had ever happened to her. She looked at her arm where she should have had a small scar. It wasn't there. Just like the memory of why it was supposed to be there wasn't. She could only remember that she'd had a scar there, at some point. She pulled out her datapad and looked at the map of Dedra again. Contemplating her short comings wasn't going to do her any good. They had moved quite a bit since her last brush with the waking world. They were getting close to Theli, which was good.
“Why is that good,” she whispered to herself.

When Meleana noticed Anakin was awake her face lit up into a huge grin. It was actually a little terrifying given her makeup. Fashion was not Anakin's strong suit.
“I know where my brother is!” Anakin shushed her and she continued at a lower volume, “last time I was here I would sneak off at night. My Master didn't think anything of it, because I was always sneaking off at night.”
Anakin made a mental note to ask her about how she managed to sneak in and out of the Jedi temple later.
“I was looking for my brother. He'd only just disappeared then. What year is it anyway?” she shook her head, “never mind that's not important. What is important is because of who I was the people who sent my brother into hiding found me. They told me where he was.”
“So where is he?”
“He's at an academy in Theli. We should be there in a couple of hours. We landed a few thousand miles too far west, but at least we hit the right continent.”

Genesis was frustrated. The Queen, who hadn't been at all opposed to an attack on her own people, was now blaming him for the chaos the attack had created. The planet was more divided than ever. The one thing most people seemed to agree on was that the current regime needed to go if the planet had any hope of being restored to its former glory. The Syrusans had surrounded the planet with warships in response to the attack on their embassy. For now they were siding with the Queen. He guessed they would continue to do so as long as Ikriv was the most profitable option. More disturbingly the Dedra had just announced they too would be sending warships in support of the “Biernan's for Democracy” movement which had gained an alarming amount of popularity after the attack. Since both sides were pointing the finger at one another a number of Biernan's had decided the best course of action was to wipe their hands of the monarchy entirely. This had frustrated both of his royal employers.
Meleana seemed more relaxed than Ikriv, though that could have been for any number of reasons. She hadn't faulted him for his plan to attack the embassy. The Syrusan ships demanding her surrender didn't seem to trouble her much either. Genesis assumed she must have more planned. He couldn't imagine the rebels had enough military might to compete with both Syrus and Bierna. He had expressed this concern, but she had seemed unbothered by it. She had only told him to include her in any plans he made with Ikriv going forward. The speech she had given after her rescue had convinced those loyal to the monarchy that Ikriv was responsible. While there were plenty of conspiracy theories flying around popular opinion was Meleana hadn't had anything to do with the attack. A minority believed she had planned the attacks, and the rescue. The Syrusan's were a part of this minority.
For her part Ikriv seemed to think she would be able to hold the crown with military might. At this point she was no longer concerned with popular opinion. She'd decided she would find some way to smooth things over with the public after she'd had Meleana Ariadne flayed alive. He doubted smoothing things over with the public would be that easy, but she certainly did have the forces to keep the opposing factions in check. At least as things currently stood.
What was frustrating him, as he sat perched on a table observing his Jedi captives, was that the Dedra were demanding an audience with the Jedi. The Queen had explained that they had been arrested for treason, but the Dedra didn't seem moved. Imprisoning the Jedi looked bad enough. Given the sudden need for Jedi negotiators Ikriv had quite suddenly changed her opinions on torture. She'd left fixing “his mess” up to him.
“Alright,” he said, to the Jedi who had been staring at him intensely while he stared at them. Obi-Wan was in no condition to be seen. Ketana looked a little rough around the edges, but there was no major damage to her face. “This is what we are going to do,” he jumped off the stool and started pacing around the room, “Ketana, I am going to release you. You will continue to wear your force collar. You will do your best to get this situation under control as far as the foreign parties are concerned. Past that you will not interfere. If you try anything, if you disobey me, I will make him pay for it.”
“You clearly don't know Jedi very well,” Obi-Wan said in a harsh tone.
Genesis smiled at him, “No, I usually kill them too quickly to establish a relationship,” he crouched down to look Obi-Wan in the eye. The Jedi hadn’t been much for standing lately, “Aside from your little friend. It seems to me I am getting to know the two of you fairly well too now. After all we’ve met a few times. Where Meleana goes you two seem to follow. So why is it neither of you will admit to knowing she was here?”
“I was not following Meleana,” Ketana said in regards to a botched mission on which she had met the bounty hunter, “She was rescuing me, from you.”
“And I was rescuing her from you,” Obi-Wan added, “We do not follow her. She does not share her plans with us. She does as she pleases, as she has always done.”
“You expect me to believe Meleana just woke up one morning and thought to herself ‘being a Jedi is getting a bit dull, why don’t I try my hand at being Queen for a while?’ then packed up and flew off to Bierna without a word to anyone.”
“That is exactly what we are telling you,” Ketana snapped, “if you’re so concerned about her motives why don’t you ask her? Since you claim to know her so well.”
Genesis shook his head. He knew he was missing important information. He was not used to situations he did not have full control over. Meleana clearly had the upper hand in their dealings and that made him very uncomfortable. Ketana was annoyingly defiant. She didn't seem to really appreciate her complete lack of power. He decided before he released her, that he would need to remind her of her place.
“My dear,” He said getting back to his feet, “It seems you have forgotten you are the one wearing the collar.”
He lowered her force cage, “You’re free to go. You and Obi-Wan can walk right out that door with no consequences. If you can get past me first.”
Genesis had no doubt that Ketana was in excellent shape and a well trained fighter, but so was he. Without the Force she was young, inexperienced, and quite small. She attempted to use her slight frame to her advantage by sliding through the opening to his left. He grabbed her by the back of her shirt and pulled her back. She took a step back. Her defensive stance was unnecessary. He had no intentions of going on the offensive.
“Ketana,” Obi-Wan said from his cage, “he is only trying to humiliate you.”
Much to his disappointment Ketana listened to the older Jedi. That was what he loved so much about Meleana. She'd have tried with her last breath to wrestle him to the ground no matter how powerless she was. That spark of stubbornness and insanity in a Jedi was just an irresistible combination.
“Aren't you two good little Jedi,” he said with a look of revolution. They had just spoiled all his fun.
“Come on, little Jedi. Let's get you cleaned up.”
Before leaving Genesis made sure to switch on his favorite audio file and flip off the lights. He may no longer have free reign over the Jedi, but that didn't mean he had to make them comfortable.

It felt as though no time had passed at all when Obi-Wan opened his eyes, yet his surroundings had changed. Rather than a small cage in a dark room he now found himself in a hospital room filled with sunlight. Meleana was sitting in an arm chair next to him with a concerned look on her face. He wasn't quite sure what to say or how he had gotten there.
“Good morning,” she said in a soothing voice.
“What happened?”
Meleana placed her hand over his, “Try not to worry. We found you badly injured. You had a pretty serious head wound. I was starting to worry you wouldn't come back to me.”
Obi-Wan furrowed his brow. He didn't remember getting a head wound or being brought to this room. The way she was looking at him made him quickly forget all of the questions that had been swirling around in his mind. She no longer looked at him like a stranger. The concern in her eyes was not for a casual acquaintance. She was gazing down at him as though his well being actually held some weight in her heart. “You remember me?”
“I'm surprised I ever forgot you,” She said with a slight smile. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her hands running through his hair, “Your hair is different.”
He nodded without opening his eyes. He felt as though he were in a haze. Likely a lingering effect of the head wound he supposedly suffered.
“Where is Anakin?”
“He's with Ketana.”
“Did you find your brother?”
He opened his eyes when she didn't respond. She nodded right away when his eyes met hers.
“We did.”
Obi-Wan took Meleana's free hand and kissed it, “I've missed you.”
“Anakin and I weren't gone long.”
“Are you joking?” What concerned him is she didn't sound like she was joking. She didn't look like she was joking either, until he said something.
“Of course I'm joking,” she said with a smile, “this mission has been far too long and it hasn't been easy on any of us.”
Obi-Wan sat up in bed and pulled himself away from her. The effort it took for him to do that was dizzying. Something wasn't right. Meleana hadn't offered up enough information. He was so distracted by her magical recovery that he'd ignored the fact she hadn't volunteered any information he hadn't fed her first.
“Where were you?” He asked, not sure what he was going to do if she couldn't answer the question.
“With Anakin, looking for my brother,” he recoiled when she tried to reach out to him again.
“Where?”
Meleana rolled her eyes. The view of the blue sky out the window behind her faded first then went the rest of the room. Meleana faded last. Genesis was left standing where she had once sat. He clapped his hands slowly.
“Not too bad,” he stopped clapping and held his hands up, “you did volunteer a few pieces of information you likely would have rather held onto, but no major bomb shells.”
Obi-Wan's head was swimming. He'd obviously been drugged. The last thing he remembered clearly was watching Ketana leave the room. The artificial lighting in the room seemed blinding now. He did his best to keep his eyes open. The splitting pain in his head made him glad one of them was swollen nearly shut.
“Well, not in relation to your mission anyway,” he crouched down in front of the Force cage to get a better look at Obi-Wan, “A few interesting revelations about Meleana though. Why is she making a show of taking the throne if she's looking for her brother? And how has she pulled off searching the galaxy while making so many appearances on Bierna?”
Obi-Wan shut his eyes. He wasn't sure why he'd even bothered trying to keep them open. It wasn't as though denying his pain would change anything.
“Meleana hardly seems to have been working to further your mission. Her presence here has done nothing but complicate the situation. Not to mention vying for political power is not very Jedi-like. So where is this going? Who is she double crossing?”
Obi-Wan opened his good eye. If Genesis believed Meleana was working with the Jedi, and trying to put her brother into power, or trying to take it for herself, then how could she be double crossing anyone? If he thought someone was being double crossed it was because Alandra had been in contact with him. He smiled, and then winced when his split lip cracked.
“Do you honestly think she would choose you over me?” Obi-Wan didn't need the Force to feel the energy in the room shift, “Who do you think put her up to hiring you?”
Genesis shook his head, “You're bluffing.”
Obi-Wan sat up straight, “Am I? Meleana could barely stomach being in the same room as you. When we discovered you were still in the Queen's employ I put her up to forming an alliance with you. Knowing your obsession with her would cloud your judgment.”
Genesis grabbed the control for Obi-Wan's cage and dropped the barrier around him. He yanked Ob-Wan up by the collar and tossed him back down to the ground before planting a firm kick in his abdomen.
“Then why has she left you here to rot?” Genesis asked placing his foot firmly over the Force collar around Obi-Wan's neck.
“Whether you believe me or not, you know it makes sense. Meleana would never want anything to do with you on her own.”
“No,” he put a firmer pressure on Obi-Wan's throat, “she needs me!”
Obi-Wan felt the metal of the collar bend around his neck. When Genesis realized what he'd done he began swearing and quickly went to retrieve the key to the collar. It dropped off of his neck and fell to the stone floor with a loud clank. Obi-Wan gasped for air while deciding his next move. He could finally feel the Force humming around him again. Before Genesis could get back to his feet Obi-Wan gripped him by the shoulders and slammed him into the floor. Genesis reached down for the blade at his belt. Obi-Wan jumped to his feet and force pushed him to the other end of the room. Adrenaline was temporarily keeping him numb, but he knew his injuries would limit him. He made for the door before his opponent could get back to his feet.
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