Darth с Планеты Земля
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Tie Pilot
Ух ты, а насколько больше?
Смотри сам:
Это из русской новеллизации в Эксме:
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Уходили минуты, а Анакин все сидел. Он не мог двигаться, словно тело
принадлежало теперь не ему, а кому-то другому. Внутри было пусто, темно и
холодно. Только когда молочный свет луны принял серебристо-серый оттенок,
он вспомнил, где находится.
Он знал только одно: кочевникам он маму не оставит.
Снаружи донеслись звуки ранней деятельности. Лагерь просыпался.
И одновременно проснулась дремавшая ярость. Анакин поднялся на ноги,
оглянулся на мать. Странно, у нее такое спокойное лицо, даже следы побоев
становятся не так заметны.
Анакин снял с пояса меч и вышел наружу, откинув полог.
Стражники с воплями кинулись на него, поднимая оружие. Анакин небрежно
отмахнулся мечом. Тускены рухнули на песок.
Скайуокер пошел дальше.
Его ярость требовала насыщения, и он знал, чем ее накормить.
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— Анакин, нет!
Он отмахнулся. Он даже не собирался оглядываться, чтобы узнать, кто
окликнул его. Голоса падаван не узнал. Гребень черной волны вынес его туда,
где закутанная в тряпки, высушенная солнцем тускенка несла бадью с мутной
водой, где в тени соседней палатки прятались два ребятенка.
Волна ненависти поволокла его дальше. Женщина закричала и уронила бадью.
Синий клинок вошел ей в живот. Песок жадно всосал пролившуюся грязную воду.
Лагерь ожил, из всех палаток повалили вооруженные кочевники. Но Анакин уже
начал танец смерти. Светящийся клинок рисовал свой узор. Не следуя ничему,
кроме звенящей энергии, которая переполняла Скайуокера. Он ни разу не
промахнулся. Каждый удар, каждый взмах означал, что на землю падает
очередной враг.
Анакину было легко. Он даже не думал, что ярость столь приятное чувство.
Его несло вперед, словно на крыльях.
А потом все вдруг кончилось. Он стоял посреди разоренного лагеря, а вокруг
лежали тела. Из палаток уцелела только одна. Та, у которой ветер трепал
разрезанный полог.
Пустоты больше не было.
Анакин оглянулся, чтобы сказать тому, кто окликнул его, что все в порядке,
опасности больше нет, и... За его спиной тоже было пусто.
Странно, но он даже не запыхался. Анакин поднял руку, чтобы вытереть пот со
лба, и понял, что не устал. Тогда он повесил меч обратно на пояс и пошел к
уцелевшей палатке.
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Английский:
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The minutes slipped past and Anakin just sat there, immobilized by his
confusion, by a budding rage and the most profound sense of emptiness he
had ever known. Only when the pale light began to grow around him, making
the low-burning candles seem even thinner, did he even remember where he
was.
He looked about, wondering how he might get his mother's body out of there-
for he certainly wasn't going to leave it to the Tusken Raiders. He could
hardly move, though. There seemed a profound pointlessness to it all, a
series of motions without meaning.
At that time, the only meaning, the only purpose, that Anakin could fathom
was that of the rage building within him, an anger at losing someone he did
not wish to give up.
Some small part of him warned him not to give in to that anger, warned him
that such emotions were of the dark side.
Then he looked at Shmi lying there, so still, seeming at peace but covered
with the clear evidence of all the pain that had been inflicted upon her
poor body these last days.
The Jedi Padawan climbed to his feet and took up his lightsaber, then
boldly strode through the door.
The two Tusken guards gave a yelp and lifted their staves, rushing for him,
but the blue-glowing blade ignited, and in a flash of killing light, Anakin
took them down, left and right.
The rage was not sated.
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Anakin, too, had heard the voice of Qui-Gon, imploring him to restrain
himself, to deny the rage. He hadn't recognized it, though, for he was too
full of pain and anger. He spotted a Tusken woman to the side, in front of
another of the tents, carrying a pail of dirty water, and saw a Tusken
child in the shadows of another nearby hut, staring at him with an
incredulous expression.
Then he was moving, though he was hardly aware of his actions. His blade
flashed and he ran on. The Tusken woman screamed, and was impaled.
Now all the camp seemed in motion, Tuskens rushing out of every hut, many
with weapons in hand. But Anakin was into the dance of death then, into the
energy of the Force. He leapt far and long, clearing one hut and coming
down before another, his blade flashing even before he landed, even before
the two Tuskens recognized that he had jumped between them.
A third came at him, thrusting forth a spear, but Anakin lifted an empty
hand and set up a wall of Force energy as solid as stone. Then he shoved
out with that hand, and the Tusken spearman flew away, fully thirty meters,
smashing through the wall of yet another hut.
Anakin was off and running, off and leaping, his blade spinning left and
right in a blur, every stab taking a Tusken down, writhing to the ground,
every slash putting a piece of a Tusken on the ground.
Soon none were standing against him, all trying to flee, but Anakin would
have none of that. He saw one group rush into a hut and reached out across
the way, to a large boulder in the distance. It flew to his call, soaring
across the sand, smashing one fleeing Tusken down and flying on.
Anakin dropped it on the hut full of Tuskens, crushing them all.
And then he was running, his strides enhanced by the Force, overcoming the
fleeing creatures, slaughtering them, every one.
He didn't feel empty any longer. He felt a surge of energy and strength
beyond anything he had ever known, felt full of the Force, full of power,
full of life.
And then it was over, suddenly, it seemed, and Anakin stood among the ruins
of the encampment, dozens and dozens of dead Tusken Raiders all about him,
and only a single hut still standing.
He put his lightsaber away and walked back to that hut, where he gently and
reverently scooped his mother's body into his arms.
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