The Tragedy of Obi-Wan Kenobi.
Book One: Origins
Chapter One
Beginning of the End – The Loneliest Youngling.
Obi-Wan Kenobi, aged sixty-eight walked carefully across the narrow catwalk near the tractor beam controls. He knew he must be close, but he was calm, quiet and stoic, despite the intense gravity of his situation, each step he took emanating no sound.
He looked down, into the black abyss that he was defying, the bowels of the Death Star, the Empire's pride and joy, not to mention that of Darth Vader and his master, the Sith overlord and emperor, Darth Sidious or Emperor Palpatine. Kenobi never knew which to call him by. Were he not a Jedi, trained to keep his emotions from the negative, his hatred for both would have been intense. However, if he were not a Jedi, he would not be alive today, or if he were, as Han Solo would have said, he would have to be extremely lucky. As it were, Kenobi didn't believe in luck.
Careful, Obi-Wan, He thought to himself. If you slip, they shall be picking you up with a cleaning droid. His right hand went to the lever and slid it down. It gave a deep, satisfying booooo… as the tractor beam deactivated. Fine place for it, he thought. Right in a spot where nobody can get to it. But it was still a challenge for a Jedi Master as he was, a challenge he strongly desired after all these years. And now he had another. Two Imperial stormtroopers had gathered on the opposite side. To maintain total secrecy of his presence here, he had to slip away without being detected.
A bit of nostalgia came to the old Jedi as he made it onto the main walkway soundlessly. Their suits were a hybrid of the old Republic clone troops that he had fought beside, and then was betrayed by. With a motion of his hand, he manipulated a bit of machinery to fall from it's perch, distracting the stormtroopers and giving Kenobi that vital moment he needed to escape.
He entered a small corridor, where he heard a sound he had not heard in years, and then only in a dream. No dream, a nightmare where this belonged. The rasping of an Imperial respirator. Koohhh…hhhhh…koohhh…hhhhh…
Obi-Wan turned to see Darth Vader, dark lord of the Sith. His face was covered completely by a large mask that housed his respirator and was angular, with a rounded top. it was a dark, fearful and menacing specter just as Vader had become. He ignited the light saber he had, colored red, the trademark symbol of the Dark Side he had embraced so fully. Vader was taller than Obi-Wan remembered, possibly due to the illusion cast by the long black cape that furled out behind him with each step, like some macabre flag of the Sith.
"I have been waiting for you, Obi-Wan." Vader spoke, the voice bearing no trace to that which Kenobi remembered; it was now deep, mechanical and menacing, just as the visage Vader had transformed himself to. More machine then man in almost every respect, showing no mercy to whatever stood in his way. And Obi-Wan Kenobi was fully obscuring his path. "We meet again at last. The circle is now complete"
That it was. The old Padawan that had turned from the light, died so many years ago and been replaced by this monster, was now back before his master. This was to be their final encounter in this mortal form; their last battlefield pitted against each other, just as it had been thirty years ago on the volcanic planet of Mustafar. The epic tale of good versus evil, light versus dark, told before in so many different ways, but never quite like this.
"When we last met, I was but a learner." Vader spoke. "Now I am the master."
"Only a master of evil, Darth." Kenobi said, deflecting the blow Vader swung, parrying each swoop. Down at the legs, right, left, left, right, left, left, and right. Too slow, Vader! Nearly had you there! Left, right, right, right, left. Too easy. The sabers left each other, resuming their hum after the crackles of protest with each contact. Come on! Kenobi thought. You're better than this! You were on Mustafar. Have you gone stale?
"Your powers are weak, old man," Vader put emphasis on the last two words.
"You can't win, Darth." Obi-Wan said with a small smile, still referring to him by his rank. "If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you could possibly imagine."
The sabers clashed again, now screaming in protest. Each blow of Vader's was parried by Kenobi, the same done for him by Vader, both neither winning or losing. Kenobi knew that if they continued on like this, they would both only get tired.
"You should not have come back." Vader said. Kenobi could feel what he was thinking. No, no, no, die. WHY WON'T THIS OLD FOOL JUST DIE?
Kenobi knew the end was near. Before he allowed Vader to claim his prize, he allowed himself to experience his whole existence. And what better place to start then at the beginning…
Sixty-eight years earlier…
Mira Kenobi had given birth to a boy at midday on the tenth day after two months of labor. In her mind, it was not worth it. The boy's father had been a Jedi, and her father was killed by one. She couldn't bear having a child, a child of the enemy as it were…
At once when he was born, she proceeded to stamp out the force in him.
Her son, who she had named Obi-Wan, for a great warrior in the Sith War, was subjected to a hard life as soon as he left his mother's womb. She married another man, who was very respectful of the young boy and who Obi-Wan adored.
This love for his step-father, would last all to briefly, for the constant fights between his step father and his easily angered mother led to long walks by the man, who was killed by a thug in the street, devastating young Obi-Wan, even at the age of two and a half. At the age of three, however, the midi-chlorian levels in him were realized and he was whisked from his abusive mother, who used physical means to stamp out the force inside him, and taken to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, where he became a youngling.
However, that did not go well with the young boy, for his interest in life and other people for, his treatment by his mother had proven him to be very shy and timid, ultimately leading him to be very lonely, and the other younglings torturing him. The end result was Obi-Wan concentrating on his studies and becoming a Padawan before any of the others, at the cost of friends. Obi-Wan Kenobi's life had become very lonely, that would eventually consume his soul and would only become worse in the coming years…
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Well that's chapter one. Please review if you've read this. I'll be updating on this soon if you do. Ciao!