Obi-wan had walked into the ship of his padawan with the few mandalorians who had survived breaking him out of prison behind him. A few clones had greeted him, and he had let them lead him to Anakin
Anakin could only place his flesh hand reaffirminly on his former master's shoulders, all that the knight knew he could offer, an attempt at pushing down his master's drowning sadness, a maelstrom of despair so un-him that Anakin was nearly knocked over by the sheer force of the emotion. Obi-wan accepted the hand, but it only slightly alleviated a drop of the pain within him.
"Leave us" commanded Anakin to his men, leaving the two jedi alone in the glimmering steel hall within the ship.
Obi-wan could not look into Anakin's eyes. He could feel the worry that emanated from his ex-apprentice, but hesitated to re-tell, and thus re-live what had just occurred.
Anakin sensed that, and put his other, mechanical hand on the other shoulder, as if to steady Obi-wan.
"You don't need to tell me yet, if you don't want to"
Obi-wan felt relieved.
"Thank you, Anakin"
Anakin put a little more pressure into his grip, and led The elder Jedi to his quarters, murmuring "But you will tell me, sooner or later... I hope"
Obi-wan realized that he would have to tell it all to the Jedi Council, It was his DUTY to do so, and the Negotiator felt older than ever. He told Anakin so, and the younger man smiled sadly (a thing that Obi-wan would never had thought Anakin could be able to do), and told Obi-wan that the council could wait. Obi-wan entered the room and sat on his cot. Anakin had left and any feeble shield that remained around Obi-wan's mind fell.
Satine's death replayed in his mind, and Obi-wan put his head in his hands and sobbed.
Anakin stood outside the door. He heard his Master inside, and banged his metal fist on the wall beside him. He drew his hand away, and stormed off, leaving a hand-sized dent in the durasteel walls.
He had able to stop whatever upset Obi-wan from happening. He swore to kill whatever had hurt his mentor, his friend so badly.
Obi-wan, still in black and red mandalorian armor, headed to the top of the central tower of the Jedi temple to report to the rest of the council.
His feet seemed heavier than lead, the loss of his love, the duchess Satine on his mind. He arrived at the council door, and tried to steel his mind for the things he was to recount.
The doors opened, and each of the councilors' heads had followed his burned-out movements.
"The mission did not go well, I presume?" Inquired Mace Windu, even though for, both him and most of the council, Obi-wan's posture and thinly veiled exhaustion had said enough.
"No, Master Windu," replied Obi-wan"Mandalore has fallen under the tyranny of Darth Maul"
"And the Duchess?" Asked another Council member
Obi-wan winced at the memory, but answered the master Jedi who had spoken.
"Dead. Murdered by Maul himself"
Low murmurs filled both the air and the Force, Obi-wan paying attention to neither. He tried to draw strength from the Force, and within himself, he found the will to let go, if only a little.
The masters had sensed this, and their worry had darkened the force.
Many were killed, and the planet had fallen, taking thousands of worlds with it.
"I am afraid there is no positive outcome of this situation. It was mostly my fault; If I had not interfered-"
"With or without you, the planet, fallen, would have" Yoda Interrupted
Obi-wan cringed, but said nothing. If I had not come, then Maul Would have slowly tortured every person on the planet to get me to come.
But, What was done was done, and no more was to be said, However the Shadow of Satine's death still hung over Obi-wan's head.
