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A day later, Obi-wan's accusations still stung. Qui-gon winced as he remembered Master Yoda's words about the boy to him before they left. "Take him with you, but train him not!"
No, I won't train him. However, that won't stop Anakin from learning by observation.
"Ani, I am going to show you Force techniques." He said. "Watch carefully."
He demonstrated by levitating several objects he had spread out on the table.
"Choose one that you feel the Force prompting you to lift."
Anakin focused on them intently. "The box." he said.
He is uncertain, yet he has chosen the middle object. Not the largest, not the smallest, nor the heaviest or lightest. Good, he is neither under confidant nor cocky.
"I cannot instruct you how to do it." Qui-gon said sadly. "So, I am going to lift the box slowly several times. Observe."
After the seventh time. Anakin asked to try it. Anakin took the small box and held it cupped in his hands. He closed his eyes and concentrated.
Qui-gon watched with a smile as the box rose shakily a centimeter into the air and immediately fell again.
"Very good, Ani." he praised. "I would like you to practice this while we travel, but let no one see you." he warned.
"Yes, sir."
"Now, we shall meditate."
Sadly, Qui-gon searched for guidance from the Force. He and Obi-wan had not spoken to each other during their journey back to Naboo. His padawan had taken to sleeping and eating with the crew that manned the ship during the 'night' shift. He and Qui-gon avoided one another as entirely as possible. How will I repair this rift with Obi-wan? I've wounded him very deeply. Perhaps he needs this time to heal. It's his way. If I intrude now it would be a disaster.
Things have gone from bad to worse with no sign of an end. With a heavy heart he looked across at Anakin. The boy was unsuccessfully attempting to meditate, but Qui-gon did nothing to help him.
There must be some way to convince the Council to reconsider!
Anakin glowed.
Qui-gon inhaled sharply as he felt the Force surge madly around the boy. He opened his eyes and stared with rapt attention. Carefully, not wishing to disturb Anakin, he tried to determine why the Force seemed to barrage the boy. Anakin's face was serene and his entire body shone as if a lamp of fire had been turned on inside of him. The light flickered and jumped in bursts of gold and white across his skin and clothes.
He is the chosen one.
Suddenly, a wave of panic rose in the boy. His eyes flew open and the light went out. "Be calm, Ani." Qui-gon reassured the shaking boy. Anakin stared at him with wide eyes.
"I wasn't supposed to do that, was I?" he asked as a statement.
"No, it's alright." Qui-gon answered. "Has this happened before?"
"Uh, yes." the boy stammered. "While we were flying to Coruscant."
"Has it ever before that?"
"No, I..." Anakin was uncertain. Had he glowed before? Images flashed through his mind. Forgotten memories of his mother's frightened face came to him. "I think it might, but I don't remember. What... what is it?"
"You opened yourself to the Force, just as I instructed you to." he began. "The only way I can explain this is when the Force filled you it overflowed." How has he learned to gather power like this? he wondered.
"It hurt last time."
"How so?"
"It felt like my skin was on fire."
"What were you thinking of when you were meditating that time?"
"Well," Anakin searched his memory. "About the people on the ship and I think Padme and you and that it was cold."
"There it is." Qui-gon deduced. "You disliked the cold and used the Force to warm yourself." But it obviously got out of hand.
"Did it hurt this time?" Qui-gon asked. He hadn't sensed any heat.
"Not exactly, it felt like I was burning inside today."
Qui-gon did not answer him. This is the danger that the Council and Obi-wan sensed. The boy has no control. If he is not trained soon I foresee he will imperil himself and all those around him.
***
In the swamps of Naboo, the Jedi, the Queen and her guards waited for Jar Jar's return from Otoh Gunga. Padme walked over to Anakin. "How are you, Ani?" she asked.s looked up at her mournfully. "I missed you." he shuffled his feet in the dirt.
"I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to talk to you for the past few days." she answered. "I have been very busy on the ship."
"I need to tell you that..." he hesitated and stared at the ground. "They decided not to make me a Jedi."
He told her about the Jedi Council testing him and how Qui-gon had been showing him Force techniques. "But the worst is that Master Qui-gon and Obi-wan are mad at each other and I know it's my fault."
"I'm sorry, Ani." Padme said sadly. "Don't give up hope. The Council might change their minds. And don't blame yourself about the Jedi." she comforted. "I'm sure that they will word things out."
***
Obi-wan wanted to bash his head into a tree. There were several suitable ones conveniently nearby. It would be much easier than apologizing to Qui-gon. It still hurt terribly that the Jedi Master had dismissed him so abruptly in favor of the boy. Even though he knew that it wasn't an intentional insult. And worse, I've opposed my master when I should have been supporting him. I've not even tried to understand his reasons.
"Master," Obi-wan said and turned to face Qui-gon. "I behaved badly on Coruscant, and I am embarrassed. I meant no disrespect to you. I do not wish to be difficult in the matter of the boy. And I am grateful that you think I am ready to pass the Trials."
"Nor have you been," his master replied kindly. "You have been honest with me and honesty is never wrong." he smiled faintly. "I am very sorry for seeming to slight you in front of the Council. I did not lie when I told the Council you were ready. You are. I have taught you all I can."
Obi-wan beamed at his master's praise.
"In fact, I've a confession to make." Qui-gon began. "I've felt that you we're ready since our mission to Altv."
Obi-wan looked at him in shock. "But to take the Trials then would have been so early..."
"I know." Qui-gon interrupted. "But I must apologize for I not telling you. I simply did not want to part with your company so soon. Can you forgive me?"
"Of course, Master."
"I foresee you will be a great Jedi and a wiser man than I." They smiled as the rift between them healed as if it had never been and all of the pain was forgotten.
"I feel that the boy is worried." Obi-wan looked over at Anakin who was with a handmaiden.
"Yes," Qui-gon observed. "Everything has been very hard for him. Perhaps she can set his mind at ease."
"Master, I have been sensing something, odd, about that handmaiden." Obi-wan stated. "I did not speak of it before, but now the feeling has increased."
"You are right Obi-wan." his master replied. "Search carefully and feel the Force signatures around the Queen and each of her handmaidens."
Obi-wan did as instructed and barely suppressed a laugh. He looked at Qui-gon with a grin. "Clever trick," he said in amusement. "And Anakin has no idea who he is talking to!"
Anakin glanced over at the Jedi. To his surprise, they were talking and smiling again. It made him feel much better about the battle to come to know that everything was all right with the Jedi.
***
In the Theed Power Station, Obi-wan rushed to his wounded master's side. I can't heal a wound this bad. Obi-wan thought in despair.
"Don't speak, Master." Obi-wan insisted. I must do something! "Can you start a healing trance?" Obi-wan asked.
Qui-gon complied and his breathing slowed to a steady rhythm. Obi-wan picked him up and with the Force sped out of the power station. The battle with the Sith had been intense. Obi-wan had watched from behind the laser shields in horror as that creature had skewered Qui-gon. The lasers switched off just in time for him to prevent the Sith from delivering a second blow to his master. Qui-gon had dropped to his knees and then sank to the floor unable to help his padawan in the battle.
When the Sith knocked him down a pit, Obi-wan had feared that he would turn and finish off Qui-gon. But the Force was with him. The Sith knew that Master Qui-gon was wounded too badly to be a threat and instead decided to taunt Obi-wan. It proved to be his undoing.
As Obi-wan rushed his master through the infirmary doors he didn't think about the battle outside, the Sith he slaughtered or even the wounded people already filling the room. He only wanted someone to tell him that Qui-gon would survive.
In a daze he allowed a healer to lead him to lay Qui-gon on an examination bed and reluctantly stay behind as they took him away.
Please, please, please... Obi-wan thought incoherently as he willed everything to be okay.
"Mister Jedi?"
Obi-wan looked up at the young healer expectantly.
"The Master Jedi is stable for now and we have placed him in a bacta tank." he began. "His spine escaped intact, however his internal organs were severely damaged. You will need your Jedi Healers to repair them."
"I'll contact them right away."
***
Anakin stared in awe at the after effects of the destroyed Droid Control Ship. It was oddly pretty. It never occurred to the small boy that he had just killed all of the people on board. Over the Com he heard Ric Olie give the command for all the starfighters to go back to Naboo and land in the hangar.
"Just follow them Artoo." Anakin ordered the little droid as the yellow Naboo ships flew past them. He'd hoped to get back without anyone knowing he'd gone, in particular Master Qui-gon. But it was too late for that now.
Ric Olie and the Naboo pilots gathered together excitedly as they exited their ships. Everyone began talking at once.
"Hold it, hold it!" Ric Olie ordered as he held up a hand to get their attention. "Tell me one at a time what you each saw."
"He flew into the hold," Bravo Two explained. " Then he went behind the deflector shield and blew the main reactor..."
"It was amazing!" Bravo Three cheered. "They don't teach that at the academy."
Before the other pilots could add their input Anakin's ship flew in and skidded to a stop behind the other Naboo starfighters. Ric Olie looked around at the assembled pilots. "We're all accounted for. Who flew that ship?" They looked at each other in surprise and together rushed to the new ship that landed.
Anakin slumped in the cockpit. Just better get this over with. He told himself. He sheepishly opened the cockpit and stood up.
"Am I trouble?" Anakin asked pitifully.
No one answered. The pilots were too busy staring in shock and amazement.
***
The pilots didn't know what to make of this little boy. So, Ric Olie took Anakin to Captain Panaka and the Queen.
"Oh, Ani." the Queen smiled and hugged him. "You were wonderful!"
"Um," Anakin blushed. "Thank you Padme, or... I mean Your Highness... um, what am I supposed to call you?"
"When it's just us you can call me Padme if you like."
She walked with him out of the throne room in to a smaller antechamber. "Now, I'm sure you are hungry." she said and led him to a table that was being filled with food and drinks for the communications crew and relief coordinators in the Com room next door. "I thought everything was busy while we were fighting, but things are twice as hectic now."
"Now, tell me all about it." the Queen entreated.
Hesitantly at first, but growing more animated Anakin told her of the starfighter taking off on autopilot and the space battle. "And then I was spinning and falling towards the big ship when I saw a hanger. I managed to turn to go in it, but I didn't land too well. They sent droids to shoot me, but when I shot back I hit a lot of other stuff. I just wanted to get out of there, I didn't know it would blow up." he finished.
Anakin glanced around the room a moment before whispering. "I think that maybe I did some of that Jedi Force stuff."
"Really?" Padme whispered back in delight.
"Yeah," Anakin said proudly. "I've been practicing a lot. I'm not supposed to let anyone see, but I know you will keep it a secret." Carefully checking the room again to be sure no one was watching, Anakin levitated an empty cup off the table.
Padme's eyes widened and she grinned. "Ani, that's..."
"Excuse me, Your Highness." Obi-wan said from the doorway.
Anakin quickly snatched the cup from the air with his hand and set it on the table. Did Obi-wan see? he wondered in alarm.
"My master has been injured badly and I need to contact the Jedi Temple at once." Obi-wan continued.
"Of course," she answered. "Please, use my personal Com." She gestured toward the throne room. "I hope Master Qui-gon will recover soon." she offered.
"As do I." Obi-wan replied as he followed her.
***
The first Jedi Healer to arrive had been close enough to come in a day. It took three days for the others to arrive from Coruscant and Master Yoda came with them. Now, Master Qui-gon had been removed from the bacta tank and was in the Jedi Healers care. They wanted to transport him back to Coruscant immediately.
Yoda found Obi-wan pacing outside of his master's room in the infirmary.
"Master Yoda," he greeted and bowed to his elder.
"Seen Qui-gon, I have." Yoda said. "Fortunate that you are quick, he is."
Yoda smiled. "Confer on you the level of Jedi Knight, the Council does. Have the ceremony, we shall, when ready to perform it, Qui-gon is."
Obi-wan tried to control his delight, but couldn't help but grin.
"Fetch the boy." Yoda told him. "Leave for home, we do."
"Master Yoda," Obi-wan began. "About the boy. It's clear that Anakin's actions during the battle was directed by the Force."
"Perhaps, Perhaps not." Yoda answered.
Obi-wan continued boldly. "Surely that is proof that he should be trained."
"Oh, your master's opinion, have you now."
"He understands what the rest of us do not about the boy." Obi-wan pressed.
"Undecided the Council is." Yoda said. "Your concern, it is not." he ordered.
***
The journey back to Coruscant was quiet. Obi-wan spent all of his time with his master. Qui-gon was in a Jedi Healing Trance and would remain so for several more days to recover. Master Yoda visited them frequently as well as Anakin.
That evening, the healers had left Obi-wan to watch his master and Yoda had gone with them. Anakin was disappointed that they had to leave Naboo so quickly. He wanted to stay for the big celebration that Padme, or rather the Queen, had invited them to attend. Amidala wasn't happy that she would not be able to honor the Jedi and Anakin for their help in freeing Naboo, but she understood that Qui-gon needed to be taken home as soon as possible.
"Can Master Qui-gon hear us?" Anakin asked Obi-wan that evening.
"Yes, though he might not remember it all later." Obi-wan said at Qui-gon's bedside.
"What will happen to me when we get to Coruscant?" he asked Obi-wan.
"I'm not sure, Ani." Obi-wan said. "The Council is still debating, however I know that Qui-gon will do everything he can to convince them to train you. And I will help." he vowed.
He called me Ani! Anakin thought happily. He smiled. "Thank you, Obi-wan."
***
Anakin avoided Yoda. The Jedi ship was no smaller then the Queen of Naboo's cruiser, but there wasn't much room on the ship to stay away from the wizened Jedi Master. Somehow, Anakin managed. Perhaps Yoda preferred to not see the boy as well. Anakin couldn't be sure. However, he did know that Master Yoda did not like him. He didn't convey it with words or even actions, just a feeling of mistrust asserted itself whenever Yoda was around the boy. Every Jedi on board felt it and the Healers took it to mean that they should not speak to Anakin. So, Anakin found himself spending most of his time either with Qui-gon and Obi-wan or alone in his own cabin.
He practiced levitating objects with the Force most of the time. Laid out on his bunk were most of his meager possessions. Lifting one object had become easier, but two was exhausting.
Smoothly, his folded pocketknife rose into the air. Anakin waited a few minutes to be sure it wasn't going to fall before raising the pouch that had contained it. He breathed heavily for a moment. Gotta just relax. He opened his eyes to look. Maybe, if I earn some money I could buy a vibro-knife? he thought. The two objects wavered as he nearly lost concentration. Whoa. I've got to pay attention. he reprimanded himself.
I want to be able to lift lots of stuff all at the same time and show Qui-gon when he wakes up! Anakin thought in determination. If I work really hard and do it just like Qui-gon did, maybe then they will let me be a Jedi.
Unsteadily, a third object rose to join the others. He let them all drop back down.
"I wonder if I could move them?" Anakin said aloud to no one as he looked at his belongings laid out on the bunk. He'd brought a few disposable eating utensils with him to add to his repertoire.
But Master Qui-gon and Obi-wan only lifted stuff. I've never seen them move things. he mused in confusion. But it ought to work. It's worth a try. he decided.
He stared at the utensils for some time before levitating one. Taking a deep breath he tried to move the fork from the bunk to the desk-like console.
*thwack* *twang*
Anakin stared at the fork imbedded in the metal wall.
"Oops."
***
After using his knife to cut the protruding end of the fork off, Anakin felt confident that no one would notice. Or at least, not until enough time had past that they couldn't tell who did it.
Anakin was beginning to get cabin fever. It was amazing that such a young boy had held out this long when he'd spent only four days of the past two weeks not on board a ship. It didn't take long for him to start pacing and hopping.
I wonder if I can use the Force to touch the ceiling?
At first it didn't seem to be working. So, Anakin stealthily left for a quick trip to the galley and fetched a small condiment bottle. Sneaking safely back to his cabin, squeezed a bit of the sauce on his finger. With each jump he made a mark with the sauce on the wall to see how high he could go. After the tenth jump he was tired and pleased to see that he could nearly reach the top of the door. Losing interest for the time being, he tried to think of what else he could do to relieve his boredom.
Obi-wan said that Jedi are good at balance.
Slowly, Anakin started a handstand against the wall. Carefully, he removed one foot and then the other. Obi-wan could do it balancing on one finger. he remembered in admiration. I won't try that of course. When he felt steady he tried lifting one hand off floor. And fell flat on his back. It knocked the wind out of him and jarred his teeth.
That was stupid! Anakin berated himself. I won't try that again without help. No more Force exercises today. Not even meditating.
Anakin had not meditated at all since Qui-gon was injured. I hate it. I never do it right and it hurts.
His stomach growled for its supper.
***
Obi-wan looked up from Qui-gon's bedside as Anakin entered the room.
"Good evening!" the boy called. "I brought food."
"Thank you, Ani." Obi-wan answered. "Where have you been today? I was wondering if you had vanished."
"Um, I've been busy."
"Really, doing what?" Obi-wan asked as Anakin handed him his dinner and opened his own.
"Avoiding Master Yoda."
Obi-wan laughed. I'm not surprised after the way that little green troll has shunned you.
"Are you sure you weren't just bored of talking to me?" Obi-wan teased.
"Oh, no." Anakin was embarrassed.
I wonder if I should tell Obi-wan that I can use the Force now? Anakin wondered. No, I'd rather surprise both Master Qui-gon and Obi-wan after he wakes up. And maybe Master Yoda, too.
"So, how is Master Qui-gon?" the boy inquired.
"Doing well. The Healers expect him to come out of the Healing Trance the day after we arrive on Coruscant."
"That's great!" Anakin cheered. "Um, Obi-wan? Could you tell me about how Jedi move stuff?"
"Telekinesis?" At Anakin's nod he continued. "You must be able to sense and control the Force in order to alter what is around you."
Obi-wan noticed the glazed look that entered his eyes and decided it would be better to explain as simply as possible lest he lose his audience.
"Nothing can be done with the Force if you can't feel it around you. Once you can sense it you must learn to control the flow of the Force inside of you. However that is not easy and often requires a great deal of meditating."
"So after that you can lift stuff. Can you move things to different places?"
"Yes. Moving objects, rather then just lifting them, is very difficult in the beginning. Often it takes months of practicing to do it and years before it becomes second nature."
They will be so surprised! Anakin thought smugly.
***
It is good to be home. Obi-wan thought gratefully. This last mission is most definitely one of the hardest and most dangerous we have been on. He looked over at the recovering Jedi Master. I nearly lost you. Obi-wan closed his eyes and tried to relax. The Healers assured him that Qui-gon was nearly healed and would wake soon. More than anything this past week has been a great test of my patience and ability to avoid despair. he sighed. I sense that the future will be very difficult now that we are threatened by the return of the Sith. I am worried that too much will be expected of me because I killed one. I don't want to fail to meet those standards.
Obi-wan ran his hand through his hair and held his padawan braid. And soon I will not be allowed to rely on you to guide and help me through it all, master.
Everything will be different now.
He dropped the braid and attempted to meditate on his new status and life. I will be Knighted soon. he thought proudly. But I am beginning to dread it now. I don't want to end the training bond with you. I don't want to move out into my own quarters. I don't want to go on my next mission without you. I feel like I am losing instead of gaining.
On the eve of their Knighting, do all Padawans wish that everything had stayed the same?
***
Qui-gon awakened slowly to see the bland ceiling of the Jedi Temple infirmary. Gradually his mind retraced his last memories of Obi-wan taking him to the healers and later Jedi Healers coming to help him. His senses told him that he had been in a healing trance for a week. Gently, Qui-gon turned his head to see his padawan mediating in a chair. Qui-gon knew that Obi-wan had hardly left his side the entire week. Obi-wan your loyalty is commendable, however you really didn't need to be so diligent. I sense that you refused the Healers offers to take shifts sitting with me.
Obi-wan opened his eyes and smiled. "How are you feeling." he asked as he went to fetch some water.
"Better." Qui-gon replied as he accepted the drink. And very grateful to be alive. he wanted to add, but his parched throat wouldn't allow him.
"Your injury gave the Healers quite a shock." Obi-wan said cheekily. "They never expected you to be gutted by a lightsaber." he then became serious. "The first few days were the worst of my life." "Thank you, my padawan." Qui-gon answered. "Your swiftness and strength saved me."
At that Obi-wan grinned, but said seriously. "About that... the Council has decided that defeating a Sith equals promotion to Knighthood."
Qui-gon smiled sadly. "Yes, I felt they would. You have well earned it." Slowly he sat up. I have longed for and dreaded this day. Obi-wan, why did you grow up so fast?
Desperate to distract himself, lest he begin to worry Obi-wan with his dismalness, he changed the subject. "And how is Anakin." he inquired.
"Anxious and nervous." Obi-wan replied. "Yesterday, the Council sent for him to tell of his involvement in the Naboo Battle. The boy somehow managed to destroy the Droid Control Ship!"
Qui-gon frowned. "He was supposed to stay hiding where we left him." he said disappointedly.
"He did, from a certain point of view." Obi-wan was smirking again. "The ship he was in took off on autopilot. He didn't have a choice. Anakin is now a hero to the Naboo and Gungans."
Qui-gon thought for a moment before answering. It is a relief that he did not intentionally disobey me. The boy could have died out there otherwise. "I see. So the Force guided him to help."
"Yes, master. That is how I feel as well. I don't know yet what the Council has decided. Master Yoda did not make the journey here from Naboo pleasant for the boy."
The Council is taking far too long to decide Anakin's future. But perhaps their continued debates are a good sign. Qui-gon mused. "So, where is Ani?"
"He hasn't visited us today, yet. I'll ask..."
Obi-wan stopped speaking as they both felt Masters Yoda and Mace Windu entering the Healer Ward and coming to their door. The Masters entered without knocking.
"Good evening." Master Windu greeted.
"Sensed you wake, we did." Yoda said bluntly.
Qui-gon sat up further as Obi-wan stood to bow to the two Jedi masters. Before either could offer a greeting Master Windu spoke.
"We have come to discuss Skywalker." Mace began.
"The Council has decided?" Qui-gon asked. They must see now that he is the chosen one!
"Hear us out first." Mace and Yoda glanced at Obi-wan and then seemed to mutually decide that the young Jedi could stay.
"Clouded Skywalker's future is." Yoda spoke gravely. "Promised, I did, to explain to you."
Mace began saying. "When you brought the boy before us we were greatly disturbed by our perception of his future."
"What did you see?" Qui-gon asked.
"Nothing."
"Nothing?" Qui-gon was startled and frowned. How is that possible? I felt the Force show me the potential in the boy. I saw that he was the chosen one and that he would be a Jedi. Could it be that I was merely visualizing my hopes rather than the future? No, what I felt was too strong, it must be true!
"Nothing at all?" Obi-wan's voice conveyed his shock.
"Not one of us could gain any insight from the Force of this boy's future might be." Mace replied. "Since the incident at Naboo and also what you reported of Tatooine we have determined that the boy is a blind spot to us."
"Unexpected, the return of the Sith was." Yoda announced. "Even more unexpected, your near death, Qui-gon."
"We have come to believe that the Force will not allow us to see anyone involved or anything surrounding this boy's future." Master Windu elaborated. "When we searched for visions of the Sith we received none. Likewise, when we attempted to learn the outcome on Naboo, we gained nothing."
"No visions, no possibilities." Yoda added.
"When we sent you to Naboo we had not the slightest hint from the Force of what would transpire there." Mace confessed.
Silence reigned in the room as Master Qui-gon and Obi-wan tried to process what they were hearing. Neither had ever heard of such a thing and from the grim looks on Master Yoda and Windu's faces, apparently they had not as well. The future was always difficult to see. However, when the entire Council draws on the Force they always gained some possibilities and glimpses of what might come. But for the Council, for all its power, to sense nothing.
"More to say have we." Yoda's face was very severe. "Sent Skywalker to the Agri-corps, the Council has."
"NO!" Obi-wan shouted. The three Jedi Masters looked at him in surprise. Qui-gon was silent with controlled anger. Obi-wan sat down and immediately tried to calm himself.
Quietly and coldly, Qui-gon voiced his opinion. "That is a mistake."
"My friend," Mace tried to sooth. "He will be safer there."
"No," Qui-gon said. "You have not seen what this boy can do. His power easily overwhelms him."
"Dangerous he..." Yoda began.
Qui-gon interrupted. "Dangerous without training. I have learned that once while he was meditating he nearly set himself on fire simply because he could not control the way the Force flowed in him! I have seen him shine with the Force like a beacon and he had no idea how he did it."
"Know of this, we did not." Yoda replied. He and Mace looked at each other in concern.
"We need a demonstration of this Force light." Mace decided.
Obi-wan and Qui-gon relaxed a little. "Well, then," Qui-gon said calmer now. "Its happened twice we he meditated..."
"We can not see this now." Mace answered yet hesitated.
"Gone he is." Yoda said boldly.
Obi-wan was horrified. "Weren't you going to at least let him say goodbye?" he demanded.
Yoda gave the young man a warning look as they all sensed someone approaching the door. A Council messenger knocked and entered.
After bowing she said. "I have been sent with news that the transport carrying Anakin Skywalker has not arrived at its destination."
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