SitRep
This fic is rated: PG
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Mace Windu, ofc
Timeline: during RotS
Summary: Master Windu wakes up
Warnings: the dreaded Original Female Character
Word Count: 525
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Author's Note: Chapter One
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
In the ruins of a Coruscanti warehouse, Jedi Padawan Givera Mayak sat and watched and waited. Beside her, in the wrecked airspeeder, Master Windu's eyelids fluttered. He moaned once, softly, and his face twisted in pain.
Givera reached out to try and help. Before she could figure out what to do, though, his face returned to the stony control she'd seen when she'd accompanied Master Temmik to stand before the Council.
The thought of Master Temmik was enough to remind her of everything she'd seen, everything she'd felt, since she'd followed Master Skywalker to the Senate Building. Of the Temple in flames, of feeling her training bond flicker out --
She clamped down hard on her grief and loss, and returned her attention to Master Windu. He took three deep breaths, then opened his eyes. For a long moment, he stared down to the stump where his hand had been.
Finally, his gaze shifted to Givera. "Padawan ... "
"Mayak, Master," she supplied.
"Padawan Mayak, I need your full report."
She fought to keep her voice as even as Master Windu's. "I was trying to meditate -- to feel the will of the Force. I found myself following Master Skywalker."
Master Windu flinched -- so slightly that she could almost have missed it. "Continue," he ordered her.
"I followed Master Skywalker to the Senate office building. I don't know how long I waited, before I put the speeder into the dive. You were falling -- when I caught you, I thought I saw lightning. I didn't see what happened to Master Skywalker."
"Anakin Skywalker," he said, "is no longer a Jedi."
She stared, open-mouthed, at Master Windu. It was all too much to take in. If Master Skywalker wasn't a Jedi any more, and the Temple had burned, did that mean --
Master Windu's voice steadied her. "Continue your report."
"I was chased by security droids. I escaped, and returned to the Temple. It was on fire. Clones were -- were killing everybody." There is no death, she reminded herself. There is the Force.
Suddenly, it seemed like very cold comfort, indeed. "I should have told them," she said. "I should have contacted them as soon as you fell."
"They were already as prepared as they could have been," Master Windu said. "There was nothing more they could have done."
Whether it was true or not, she needed to focus on the moment, not the past. "So what do we do now?"
Suddenly Master Windu looked tired, as if he'd aged a dozen years overnight. He slumped forward, his head drooping. But he straightened, as if by an act of will. "We should leave the area, before someone comes looking for us."
Not exactly a grand plan for saving the Jedi, but she had to admit it had a certain practical value. She hopped out of the car; Master Windu pushed himself to his feet and limped slowly toward the door. Too slowly; Givera slipped her shoulders under his arm to support his weight.
They'd just cleared the door when a light shone down through the hole in the ceiling. The search had started already.
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Mace Windu, ofc
Timeline: during RotS
Summary: Master Windu wakes up
Warnings: the dreaded Original Female Character
Word Count: 525
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Author's Note: Chapter One
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
In the ruins of a Coruscanti warehouse, Jedi Padawan Givera Mayak sat and watched and waited. Beside her, in the wrecked airspeeder, Master Windu's eyelids fluttered. He moaned once, softly, and his face twisted in pain.
Givera reached out to try and help. Before she could figure out what to do, though, his face returned to the stony control she'd seen when she'd accompanied Master Temmik to stand before the Council.
The thought of Master Temmik was enough to remind her of everything she'd seen, everything she'd felt, since she'd followed Master Skywalker to the Senate Building. Of the Temple in flames, of feeling her training bond flicker out --
She clamped down hard on her grief and loss, and returned her attention to Master Windu. He took three deep breaths, then opened his eyes. For a long moment, he stared down to the stump where his hand had been.
Finally, his gaze shifted to Givera. "Padawan ... "
"Mayak, Master," she supplied.
"Padawan Mayak, I need your full report."
She fought to keep her voice as even as Master Windu's. "I was trying to meditate -- to feel the will of the Force. I found myself following Master Skywalker."
Master Windu flinched -- so slightly that she could almost have missed it. "Continue," he ordered her.
"I followed Master Skywalker to the Senate office building. I don't know how long I waited, before I put the speeder into the dive. You were falling -- when I caught you, I thought I saw lightning. I didn't see what happened to Master Skywalker."
"Anakin Skywalker," he said, "is no longer a Jedi."
She stared, open-mouthed, at Master Windu. It was all too much to take in. If Master Skywalker wasn't a Jedi any more, and the Temple had burned, did that mean --
Master Windu's voice steadied her. "Continue your report."
"I was chased by security droids. I escaped, and returned to the Temple. It was on fire. Clones were -- were killing everybody." There is no death, she reminded herself. There is the Force.
Suddenly, it seemed like very cold comfort, indeed. "I should have told them," she said. "I should have contacted them as soon as you fell."
"They were already as prepared as they could have been," Master Windu said. "There was nothing more they could have done."
Whether it was true or not, she needed to focus on the moment, not the past. "So what do we do now?"
Suddenly Master Windu looked tired, as if he'd aged a dozen years overnight. He slumped forward, his head drooping. But he straightened, as if by an act of will. "We should leave the area, before someone comes looking for us."
Not exactly a grand plan for saving the Jedi, but she had to admit it had a certain practical value. She hopped out of the car; Master Windu pushed himself to his feet and limped slowly toward the door. Too slowly; Givera slipped her shoulders under his arm to support his weight.
They'd just cleared the door when a light shone down through the hole in the ceiling. The search had started already.