It's the Truth, I Swear!
by Mary Christmas (unicorn_76010 at lycos.com)
Strolling through the darkened corridors of the building,
another question occured to Watson. "Excuse me, Lestrade, but
perpetrators of what crime? And how would our being up there have
Lestrade was silent a moment, concentrating as she was on not
bumping into anything. "Well," she said finally, "We would have
been accused of being in league with the person who sent out that
probe. She must have been up on that ledge where I couldn't see
her...but she must have been there. If we had stayed up there,
well you can see how it would look...And we could still be
accused, you know, if Obi-wan or Anakin says anything."
An annoyed grumble accompanied her response, "Obi-wan was that
guy who I lassoed, the kid was Anakin."
"I see, and Lestrade, there is no reason to get uppity. I have
never seen these movies of yours." Watson allowed a note of long-
suffering to enter his voice, and Lestrade placed a hand on his
"I know, Watson," she said, "It's just that...I don't know what
to do. I know where we are, but not how we got here. I don't even
know if my knowledge is even going to do us any good." She paused
in her stride and looked down yet another dark hallway opening
just to their left.
Watson stopped as well. "Then, we are simply walking with no
destination in mind?"
Watson pondered this for a moment. "Perhaps our first stop
should be to find the cruiser; it may have clues as to how we
landed in this predicament. That is, of course, if Palpatine has
not destroyed it."
"Right," Lestrade agreed, "So let's..." The sound of heavy foot-
fall approaching rapidly interrupted and she grabbed his arm.
"You go down this corridor here and see if it leads anywhere,"
she commanded, gesturing towards the hallway, "Get out if you
can, and don't worry about me. We'll rendezvous at...um..well,
listen, let's just hope our wrist coms work, because otherwise we
are in big trouble."
"You have your wrist com?"
He could almost see the smirk played out on her face. "Yeah, I
managed to hide it before anyone got a good look at it, and yours
is built in. Anyway, you have a better chance of escaping than me
since you're a 'droid. People here often ignore them unless said
'droid is shooting at them. Just...pretend you're on maintenance
Whoever was after them was getting closer, and Lestrade didn't
wait for a response, pushing him down the hallway and running off
down the direction she had been going.
"Splitting up?" Holmes interrupted once again, "While I admit
it is certainly a good way of confusing the pursuers, it is an
entirely stupid plan when you are in a place that is unfamiliar."
He held up his hand to forestall Lestrade's inevitable protest.
"That is, unfamiliar to one of the parties involved, and with a
way of communicating that is dubious at best."
"So I wasn't exactly thinking about that," Lestrade defended,
"I wasn't exactly thinking about much except that I needed to get
out of there as fast as I could, and that Watson might be able to
do some good if he escaped...."
On and on she ran, her feet pounding along the carpeted -- at
least that's what she assumed it was -- floor. Her pursuers were
gaining ground -- good for Watson (hopefully) -- but bad news for
her. Especially with what appeared to be a dead end looming
menacingly before her. However, as she neared, she was relieved
to find that it was a turbo-lift. Upon reaching the door, she
frantically palmed the button and bounced on the balls of her
feet, impatient for it to hurry up.
Again, things didn't turn out exactly as she had expected. The
doors opened all right, but there was a person standing inside,
wearing a dark, hooded cloak that covered most of his features.
She knew who it was instantly, and felt dismay rise within her,
even as she turned around to run the other way. A soft, deadly
chuckle filled her ears, and made her shudder involuntarily.
Without warning, the ceiling just in front of her collapsed,
and she stopped before it fell on her. Unable to go anywhere
else, she turned around to face the dark visage of the most
diabolical man this galaxy had ever known. She planted her feet
firmly, crossed her arms and lifted her chin in defiance. There
was no way she was going to let this man unnerve her -- any more
than he had already, anyway.
"Spirited, I see," a cold, raspy voice whispered, "Excellent. I
should turn you in as the bounty hunter the Jedi are looking
for -- yes, that hit a nerve. Just as I expected. Don't worry,
though, if you join me, I can train you, help you to understand
yourself. And in return, all you have to do is give me your
unwavering obedience. It's not very much to ask...now, is it?"
A bit short I know...but I'll try and make the next longer....
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