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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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As Obi-Wan raced through the halls, turning as many corners as he could, he realized he was in a secure area of the palace, but not one which was heavily guarded. Likely because prisoners kept here were not ones the queen wanted spoken of. Obi-Wan could hear Genesis' footfalls as he trailed him. It was hard to lose someone when you were boxed in. He opened the nearest door with the Force and ducked inside before Genesis could spot him.
Inside he found a cell very different from his own. The first and most important detail was the small window on the far side of the cell. It was also furnished with a bed and a dresser, on top of which a datapad sat along with a few photographs. A very surprised looking girl sat on the bed in gray pants and a short sleeved gray shirt. Her long golden brown hair, the same shade as Meleana's, was tied back away from her round face. Her features were quite similar to Meleana's. She had the same large purple eyes, and high cheekbones. Her nose was not as sharp as Meleana's, her forehead was a little higher and her lips were larger, but there was obviously a family resemblance. The girl was younger than Meleana. Perhaps fourteen or fifteen.
“Hello,” Obi-Wan said not sure what else to say in his current predicament.
“Hello,” she was still looking perplexed.
Obi-Wan supposed he owed the girl some kind of explanation as to who he was and what he was doing in her room. “I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi, a Jedi knight sent here to help settle the dispute over leadership on Bierna.”
“Is that going well for you?” She asked in a timid voice.
“No, not really.”
“Do you know Meleana Ariadne?” The girl asked she seemed to be relaxing a bit despite having a strange bloodied man in her cell.
He nodded, “Very well, yes. Are you a relative of hers?”
“I'm her cousin, Kailen.”
“Why are you in a cell?”
She looked at him for a moment as though gauging whether or not he was a threat after all, “Ikriv keeps either myself or my brother here to keep our father in line. Since we were born one of us has been in this cell. She switches us out. I think she thinks that makes her a better person,” she played with her ands nervously as she spoke though her tone was conversational.
Obi-Wan walked over to the window and looked at the drop. He still had his cables. The only thing Genesis had bothered to take from him was his lightsaber.
“Does your father live nearby?”
She nodded.
“Would he be willing to help a Jedi?”
Again she nodded, “He loves the Jedi. Through all of this, following Meleana's career with the Jedi has been a bright point for him. Especially with Marcellus gone. Meleana and my brother are the only family he has.”
Obi-Wan smiled, “Then I'll make sure Meleana comes by to see him when this is all over. How are you with heights Kailen?”
She looked at the window, then back at him. He realized in his blood stained clothes with wounds all over his face he likely didn't look like the safest person to jump out a window with. “If she finds out I've escaped she'll take it out on my family.”
“You don't have to come with me. I can't promise I can keep you safe forever. I will do the best I can. And I can promise that before we leave this conflict will be resolved one way or another. I am going to climb out your window. If they find you let me do that without raising an alarm they will not be pleased. Either you are coming with me, or I am going to have to render you unconscious.”
She looked surprised at that statement. Her wide eyes became even wider, “In that case I'll go out the window.”

“This is it,” Meleana said looking up at the large complex of buildings in front of them. They had managed to locate Marcellus' dorm room after a few hours at the university. Between asking questions and sneaking through student records they were fairly sure they had finally located the right person. He had been using a fake name at the school, which made things a little more difficult, but was not unexpected.
“Do you mind if I go in alone?” Meleana asked looking down at Anakin. She wasn't sure how, but she knew he was taller. She had no memories of him, other than the fact that he had grown since she had last seen him.
Anakin mulled over her request, “Alright. I will wait out here. Contact me if you have any problems. This could still be a trap. Be careful.”
Meleana thought Anakin was being a little paranoid. There were much easier ways to trap someone than sending them on such a long chase. Still it couldn't hurt to be cautious. Meleana walked into the dormitory building and left her large sunglasses on. Classes must have been in session because the building was empty as far as she could tell. She rode the lift up to Marcellus' floor and strolled the halls until she found his room number. A knock on the door went unanswered. As she stood waiting in the plain white hall students began to slowly fill the corridor. Meleana was beginning to attract attention in her strange outfit. She tried the door and found it locked. A quick flick of her wrist solved that and she walked into what she assumed was her brothers room.
The lights came on automatically. One small bed sat on the right hand side of the room beside it a long dresser. A desk and a comfortable looking desk chair were the only other furnishings in the room. There was nothing in the room which gave away the identity of the inhabitant. The desk had a few figures on it, presumably from games her brother played. There was a trophy for a fighting tournament on the dresser along with a music player. Meleana pressed the on button and the room was immediately filled with loud electric music.
Before she could shut the player off she found herself being held in a choke hold. Meleana threw her head back and connected with her attacker’s nose. He swore and loosened his grip. She spun around and kicked his legs out from under him. He was a large man, and the ground shook as he hit the floor.
“Are you Marcellus Ariadne?” She asked grabbing her lightsaber off of her belt. She pointed it towards her attacker without activating it.
“I don't know what you're talking about,” he said. It was impossible for her to see his face. His hand was cupped over his bloody nose.
“Look at me. Do you know who I am?” Meleana felt a little guilty for asking that of a brother who hadn't seen her since she was a toddler. She hardly knew who she was.
“You look like a crazy person.”
Meleana tossed off her sunglasses revealing her bizarre eye makeup.
“I stand by my last statement. I think you broke my nose.”
“I'm your sister.”
“So you are a crazy person.”
Meleana shook her head, “I'm Meleana Ariadne. I'm here to bring you back to Bierna.”
“Well you might have lead with that information.”
Meleana clipped her lightsaber back on her belt and opened the dresser behind her. She grabbed a black shirt and knelt down next to him, “I'm sorry I broke your nose.”
He sat up and took the shirt. He pressed it to his bloody nose. “Oh no problem,” he said in a muffled voice, “this is how I always dreamed of reuniting with my Jedi sister. She'd show up dressed like a deranged street walker and break my nose.”
“I'm sorry. I was dressed by a twelve year old boy.”
Marcellus shook his head, “This is not making it better.”
Meleana wrapped her arms around her brother’s broad shoulders, “I'm sorry.”
“I always imagined you being this stoic, reserved Jedi. So that illusion has been successfully shattered.”
“Is there a medics station I can take you to?”
“Yeah, that's probably best.”

Anakin waited for Meleana and Marcellus to join him at the restaurant Marcellus had directed him to. They were quite a sight when they walked in. Marcellus was dressed in the typical Dedra style. His blue tunic ended at the knees. His nose was tapped up and bruised. Meleana seemed uninjured, but was still sporting her odd makeup. When they sat down at the table Marcellus immediately flagged down a server and ordered a drink. He waited for it to arrive before speaking to the Jedi.
“So, would you like to explain what you two are doing here?” He asked after a long sip of his cocktail.
Meleana tuned to look at Anakin. He shook his head. There was no way he wanted to be the one to explain the mess they were in, “Well, I should start by mentioning that for reasons unknown to me, I have been having some memory issues lately. That just seems like a good thing to note.... anyway.... right, so we were trying to get the rebels and the current Queen to agree to terms. The rebels made it clear they want her gone. Ikriv said she would happily give up the throne to either of us, presumably because she didn't think either of us would show up to call her bluff. We decided having you show up to call that bluff would be the best way to go.”
Anakin regretted his choice not to get involved immediately. Marcellus took another long swig of his drink.
“You get why I am here, right? Ikriv wants me dead. I'm hiding. I don't feel like ending up like our parents. As soon as I was old enough to challenge her she tried to have me killed. Do you have a plan to put me in power? Or do you just intend to march me in there and call me King? And what about the movement for a Democratic Bierna?”
Anakin and Meleana looked at each other, “the what?” Meleana asked.
“You do know Dedra just sent ships to support the people for democracy on Bierna? Which, legally they have the right too, but the constitution is a little fuzzy on exactly when and why they have the right too it. And haven't you been trying to take the throne for yourself?”
Meleana leaned over to Anakin and whispered in his ear, “What is he talking about?” Anakin shook his head, “We are going to look so stupid.”
Anakin nodded slowly. It was probably better for him to deliver this news than it was Meleana, “We have been in transit for the past few days and cut off from any news. I can promise you, if things go wrong on Bierna the Jedi will protect you.”
Marcellus shook his head, “I need to think about this. Something about a twelve year old and a street walker promising me protection doesn't quite work. Can we just have a few drinks, catch up, and talk about this again in the morning?”
Again Meleana and Anakin looked at one another. They both shrugged slightly. Neither had any idea how dire things had gotten on Bierna.
“Sure,” Meleana said picking up a menu.

Alandra was not pleased about being summoned as she had. Genesis was in a rage when he'd contacted her. He would not take no for an answer. He was useful enough that she couldn't allow her pride to cost her his aid. So she waited in a dark alley on the streets of the Capitol.
Genesis came down the narrow ally and stopped just shy of arms reach from her, “I had a very interesting conversation with Obi-Wan today.”
She arched her brow. What could that irritating Jedi have done that would have caused him to fly off the handle?
“Did you now?” She said in a smooth tone. She'd spent a bit of time studying holos of Meleana to get down her speech, but she still found her own voice was a little deeper and slower.
Genesis seemed more irritated by her lack of a response, “I knew something wasn't right, from the very beginning. I knew. And still I let you play me,” he shook his head in disgust, “you get under my skin, and I allowed that to cloud my judgment, but I am not your toy. You lied to me, when you said the Jedi didn't know you were here. He knew. Still...” he drew a long breath, “you know I care for you. So I am giving you this opportunity to speak for yourself. If I do not like what I hear I am going to send you back in little boxes to your beloved.”
Alandra snarled. Genesis was extremely unbalanced for someone who had managed a career of murder so eloquently. She guessed that Obi-Wan must have told her she was working with the Jedi. Having someone with his skills so close to the Queen was worth taking a few risks. If she could take Bierna the rest of the system would soon follow. With three worlds at her command the galaxy wasn't far behind. When she'd heard the current Sith kept their numbers so low she'd been disappointed at first, but now she was finding the lack of competition quite freeing.
“Oh, my dear boy,” she said with a sigh. It was always a shame to see a man become so twisted with obsession over a woman that he allowed it to cloud his better judgment, “I've always found it fascinating how magical Force users differ from natural Force users. I've never made any attempt to hide my nature from you,” she shook her head, he still wasn't catching on, “What I am about to tell you is the absolute truth. Know that once I tell you this I will expect your unfailing loyalty, or I will end you.”
“You? You will end me?” he chuckled, “That's sweet, princess. You've never troubled me much in the past.”
Alandra force chocked him and pressed him against the wall of the ally, “Meleana may never have troubled you, but I will. I am Darth Tormentia. I lived and died millennia ago; and now inhabit the meat suit formerly known as Meleana Ariadne. A fact which Obi-Wan knows well. He is trying to turn you against me,” she released him from her hold and he dropped to his knees gasping for breath, “Someone with your skill will be quite useful to me. That being said, it is a very large galaxy, so do feel free to commit suicide by Sith if you don't believe me.”
Genesis eyed her warily. His anger was now mixed with confusion, “If that is true, why did he know you were here? Why did he respond so warmly to you in his vision?”
Alandra held up her hands and shook her head, “because Jedi, for all their talk, are sentimental and foolish. He knew I was here because he saw me on the news. He believed I was Meleana because he wanted to.”
“Prove it. Prove you are what you say you are.”
Alandra smirked, “I thought you'd never ask. It's about time we get back to business. I have a job for you. One a Jedi would never assign you, no matter how desperate. I want you to gain control over one of the Dedra ships. Use it to take down a Syrusan vessel.”
“You want me to start a war?” He sounded intrigued.
“I want you to create chaos. So I may appear to be the solution to that chaos.”
Genesis nodded thoughtfully, “I can do that. If you agree to kill Obi-Wan.”
Alandra arched her brow. He wasn't quite grasping the nature of their relationship, “Should the opportunity present itself I will kill him, and any of the other Jedi on this mission with pleasure. I will not waste my energy hunting down and killing Jedi Knights.”
“So what assurance do I have that you are not working with the Jedi and trying to set me up?”
“What you choose to believe is not my problem. If you will not complete this task I will find someone who will. Keep in mind that would make you a loose end. I am not looking to begin my new life with any of those floating around the galaxy,” She smiled at him and in that moment saw a change in his eyes.

Anakin's eyes were getting heavy. After several hours of drinking they returned to Marcellus' dorm to play hologames. Since Anakin had agreed to give Marcellus time to think things over he was hesitant to try and bring the topic back to Bierna. It was starting to get late; obviously they weren't going to be going anywhere tonight. Playing games had seemed fun at first, but he was beginning to feel guilty for goofing off while Obi-Wan and Ketana were working. They should at least think about how they were going to get back to Bierna. Or be reading an actual news story on the planet. Instead they went from drinking to playing games, and they didn't show any signs of stopping. Meleana and Marcellus were both very quick to accuse one another of cheating. Anakin had never known Meleana to be the most responsible Jedi, but since she had lost her memories she was almost impossible to work with.
“I'm going to try to get in touch with Obi-Wan,” Anakin said setting down his controller, “We should probably think about how we're going to get off world tomorrow.”
He stepped into the hall and pulled out his long range communicator. When he had no response from Obi-Wan he tried Ketana. When he struck out there as well he put the com away and went back to join Meleana and Marcellus. The game was paused and the Ariadne siblings were arguing. They seemed to have taken to bickering very naturally.
“This is your duty. This is about more than just you,” Meleana said heatedly.
“No, this is your duty-”
“Oh, because being a Jedi is so easy!”
“There are plenty of other Jedi! You left me! For decades, and now you come back and have the nerve to talk to me about where I should be?”
“Don't put that on me! The Jedi don't exactly encourage familial ties.”
“I barely made it off Bierna with my life and you want me to go back their under the protection of you and some kid?”
“I have been told he is the chosen one, so that should count for something.”
“Chosen for what?”
“... I'm not sure exactly.”
“What is wrong with you?”
“I told you! I am having some memory issues!”
“Hey,” Anakin said in as commanding a tone as he could muster, “I think we've all had enough for one night. Let’s get some rest. We can talk about this in the morning when everyone’s sober.”
Meleana and Marcellus looked at Anakin, then back to one another, “alright,” they both grumbled.
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