It's the Truth, I Swear!

Part 4

by Mary Christmas (unicorn_76010 at

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 implicated us?"

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."

"Obi-wan? Anakin?"

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 shoulder.

"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?"

"Pretty much."

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, 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 or something...."

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, is it?"

A bit short I know...but I'll try and make the next longer....

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