I leant as far back in my seat as I could, wincing as the ship quickly gathered speed. Within a few short seconds we were darting in and out of traffic, barely missing other ships so regularly I wasn't really sure how we were still alive. Anakin, however, seemed to be having the time of his life. It didn't take a genius to work out he was struggling to hold back his laughter. I couldn't say the same about myself.

"I think you've lost them," I say quietly, starting to fear for my life.

"Then what's that?" he lifts his hand up to point at the fighter gliding just above the line of traffic. My heart skips a beat as I realise my Master is only driving with one hand. Slowly my hands slide onto the arms of the chair, gripping on tightly. I don't want to die this way.

Anakin doesn't appear to have any fears or doubts whatsoever, as he scans the lines of traffic in front of us. Meanwhile, I can't help but notice that the small fighter is slowly gaining on us. Barely a few meters away, it glides along, and yet I am unable to see the pilot. Our ship is no match for the fighter when it comes to speed. - The fact that our ship is quite a lot bigger doesn't help our cause either.

"Anymore tricks?" I enquire half-heartedly, eyes trained on the stalker. They creep closer still. Even without looking, I can bet there's a smirk on Anakin's face that tells me all I need to know. – We're probably going to die.

"You really don't trust me, do you?" He teases as I roll my eyes.

"You're driving a large ship into traffic at about three times the speed limit and you want me to trust you?" I ask in disbelief. The ship jolts as we pick up speed.

"Four times the speed limit, actually,"

"Go any faster and it's going to be light-speed," I grumble under my breath as we twist to avoid several more speeders.

"I heard that!" Anakin's scolds, half laughing. Then his face turns serious, turning to look at me, "If you don't like my flying, fly yourself,"

He leaps up from his chair and disappears behind me.

"No! Anakin!" I scramble at the controls. But in the short amount of time it was uncontrolled, the ship had tilted slightly. I struggle to balance it again, wincing as several speeders catch the wings. A series of beeps and flashes start up in a chorus, telling me that everything that could go wrong, has gone wrong. The fuel gage slips down to a 0 and a flash elsewhere tells me that the fuel tank is leaking – and at a very quick rate.

"Kriff," I curse, slowing down considerably as the ship begins to die. To add to my list of problems, I can't go up (because of the fighter), down (the traffic) or left or right (because there are a fair few skyscrapers in the way). My only choice is to carry on forward into oncoming traffic, and that isn't really an option either, as I need to land now. Apparently it's going to end in a disaster, no matter what I do.

Then another alarm goes off and I swerve down a gap in the traffic, heading towards the less populated parts of Coruscant. Less traffic makes it slightly less hard for me to steer as I guide the ship out of the last few skyscrapers and over the top of miles of warehouses and factories. The ship begins to lose height as the last drops of fuel disappear and I try and fly as straight as possible.

I turn on autopilot, figuring that it will probably keep the ship flying for a bit while I try and fix something. But, first, I need to contact Anakin. My commlink lights up, but I don't get an answer. I have no idea what he's doing.

Then the fighter glides past the window, marked with several deep lightsaber slashes. Inside the controls are blazing, yet it appears the pilot has escaped. Suddenly I have a good idea as to what Anakin is up to. I just hope he isn't going to stay on top of the ship for too long and fall off.

But the way things are going, he'll have to jump off. It's obvious the ship is going down now. It's gathering speed and smoke is blossoming from both side of the ship. I can't see the flames, but I can imagine that they're quickly growing. As for now, all I can smell is fuel and smoke. It's hard to tell how the ship will go down, whether it will crash first and then blow up, or blow up and crash. I don't plan to stick around to see it.

Staggering and genuinely struggling to keep my balance, I escape the cockpit, making my way to the ramp. When I get there it's already open, the earlier sparks now a cloud of fire. Coughing, I leap through the tongues of heat, somehow managing not to get burnt. Then I scurry down the ramp, keeping an eye out for my master.

I have a fair idea of where he is, thanks to the usual noise that accompanies him. The hum of a lightsaber tells me he's on the left side of the ship.

Using a support beam on the ramp I edge upwards, struggling to see through the smoke and keep a grip as the ship continues to twist. Behind the flames lick upwards, gracefully destroying everything in their path. With one hand I grab my shoto and ignite it, slashing of the beam below to slow down the flame's progress. I carry on upwards.

Finally, I reach the top of the beam and I find foot holds as I continue my journey upwards. I twist to side and leap up to get on top of the ship. I roll over and clamber to my feet, stumbling in a fight to gain my balance. Ahead of me stands my master, but he stands over someone else, their cloak and mask concealing their true identity. Yet I don't need to find out to recognise them. I've seen them twice before.

Anakin's blade it held steadily, despite the fact he's standing on top of a ship about to crash land. I struggle to understand what he's saying, his words lost in the roar of the wind. But as I struggle to get closer, I hear a few fragments of what he's saying, just enough to get the gist of it.

"Surrender! ...You're beat- ...Drop your weap-..." I roll my eyes and rush over.

"Master! We need to jump!" I slide to a halt, gesturing to the ground. I'd say we have just under a minute at the very most. But Anakin doesn't respond, instead, the blue blade inches closer to our enemy's throat.

"Anakin!" Still, he ignores me, the ground getting to close for comfort.

"Anakin! Listen to me!" I step in front of him but he pushes me away, his hand clasping around my wrist, holding me back. I struggle without success.

"ANAKIN!" I finally lose all patience and yell at him, deciding to use his grip on me to my advantage. I clasp my free hand around his wrist and put all my strength into pulling him away, trying to get him to see sense. He stumbles, not expecting the sudden force and we both topple backwards as the hooded figure leaps away to their escape. They jump off the ship, landing on a nearby roof. However, we continue to slide down the side of the ship.

Somehow Anakin finds something to hold on to, keeping a tight grip on my wrist. His now extinguished lightsaber flies past him, so with my spare hand, I snatch it from the air with my fingertips. But the ship carries on downwards, as I estimate we only have a few seconds left.

Then, with an explosion much louder than I expected, I found myself flying through the air, one hand empty and the other clasping tightly onto the lightsaber of Anakin Skywalker.

A/N:

1372 words. Well, I updated, but there's a cliff-hanger so I don't know whether that makes up for the lack of updates or not. Oh well. What do you think?  

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