Title: The Last of the Jedi: An ROTS/Post-ROTS Obidala Fanfic
Author: Ticklesivory
Summary: While executing Order 66, Darth Vader has not only taken the lives of most Jedi, but one life whom he claims is rightfully his: Padmé Amidala. Obi-Wan strongly disagrees.
Disclaimer: Not my playground. Not even my swingset, but oh, how I love to swing! Perhaps those who own the playground will let me play a little while. I promise I won't break anything!
Rating: M
Warnings: Strong possibility of some adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
Author's Notes: Thanks to Randy Edelman and Trevor Jones who wrote the soundtrack for the movie, "The Last of the Mohicans." I was listening to it this morning when I was hit over the head with a plot for a new story. (Explains the title, as well!) No worries, though! This is NOT a rewrite of that film. I am just using the music and the title as an inspiration. This story was a big thought with the possibility of being a big fic. I hope I can do it justice! And BTW, if you'd like to view the artwork that goes along with the story, please visit Pinterest and look for either ticklesi or Tickles Ivory, Obidala Story Covers, etc. If you have trouble finding it, let me know, and I'll try to guide you there. Here we go…
Chapter One
The Sundered Heart was a massive vessel. It split the heavens similar to a great whale moving through a deep, dark ocean. Owned by none other than the Prince of Alderaan, Obi-Wan Kenobi expected the ship to be exactly what it was; luxurious and spacious.
Which was why he couldn't understand why he felt as if were he suffocating and on the verge of having a panic attack. He was having difficulty breathing as well, and Master Yoda's serene countenance was not helping the situation.
For nearly all his life, Obi-Wan had respected the Grand Jedi Master, listened patiently to Yoda's wise counsel, pondered over the Jedi's vague forewarnings and ambiguous prophecies. Regardless of the past, he could not sit here much longer while the world he knew, the life he had always known, crumbled about his feet!
He could tell the Master's heart was heavy. Many lives had been lost today – all at the hand of his former apprentice, Anakin Skywalker. The boy had been corrupted, swept away by the shadowy temptations of the Dark Side of the Force.
He should've seen it coming. Why hadn't he seen it? He'd known Anakin was having problems, and there were times when Obi-Wan had doubted the boy's resolve, not to mention his apparent inability to remain humble and live the life of a dedicated Jedi. However, these were things Obi-Wan was continuing to counsel Anakin about. He was sure the young man would overcome these particular flaws and mature to become the Jedi everyone expected him to be.
Except, it hadn't worked out that way. Through interference from outside the Jedi, the young man had been seduced and turned, and he, a Jedi Master, had allowed it to happen! His negligence had cost the lives of many Jedi, young and old.
One lesson Obi-Wan had tried to learn in his life was to let go of the past. He had made his mistakes, some more recently than others, and now it was time to atone for them.
Atonement, however, did not seem to be on Master Yoda's agenda today.
"Into exile, I must go," the wizened elder spoke, his ears drooping with the weight of his and Obi-Wan's failures.
They both had had their chance; he to destroy Anakin, Yoda, to rid the galaxy of Darth Sidious once and for all. However, neither of them were prepared for the absolute evil which exuded from the Sith Lord and his new apprentice, Darth Vader. Mentally unprepared for battle, crippled with the loss of so many sources of good in the Galaxy, Yoda had barely escaped with his life.
Obi-Wan, on the other hand, had come face to face with a choice. At the time, his decision was obvious, and he hadn't regretted it for a second. However, that decision opened the path to another; one that was again, easy to make. At least for Obi-Wan. For Yoda, he wasn't so sure.
"Where will you go, Master Kenobi?"
It was the owner of the vessel, Senator Organa, who had asked him the question, causing Obi-Wan to surface up from his inner reflections. It seemed the Jedi Master's plan for the survival of the Jedi was for himself and Obi-Wan to go into hiding, until the purge of Jedi had ceased. Only then, would it be safe for them to gather resources, attempt to form a rebellion, and search out Jedi who may have survived.
Although, Obi-Wan had his doubts about the latter. His connection to the Force felt like it had abruptly snapped and recoiled; As if someone had strangled the light out of the galaxy, leaving it in absolute darkness. He could not detect any source of the connections he had become so familiar with during his meditations.
His hesitance had caused Yoda concern, and the Jedi Master spoke while Obi-Wan paused.
"The last of the Jedi we may be, Master Kenobi. Care we must take, to preserve all we have learned. Much to learn, there still is. Again, soon, our time will come."
"No," Obi-Wan replied. His mind was made up, regardless of the look of complete surprise on Master Yoda's face. He wasn't sure if he had ever disagreed with the old Master before. Well, at least not since Obi-Wan had insisted on taking Anakin as a Padawan Learner in the first place. The irony of that remembrance did not escape him.
Yoda apparently wasn't the only being in the room with some common sense. Following his refusal, Senator Organa rose and quickly excused himself, leaving the two Jedi alone in the conference area.
"I don't think so," Obi-Wan continued, gaining confidence as he spoke. Regardless of what Master Yoda thought of him after this was over, he had one last mission to perform, and it was a duty more important than any he had carried out before.
"There's something I need to tell you, Master," he began his explanation slowly, needing Yoda to understand. Obi-Wan wasn't sure he could say this twice.
"When Ana…" he stopped himself short. The name was just too painful to say. "When Darth Vader…escaped, he took something of great importance to me."
Confusion knitted the wrinkled brow of the eldest Jedi, prompting Obi-Wan to continue. There was only one way to do this. He was simply going to have to confess.
"He has Senator Amidala. Padmé," Obi-Wan blurted out. "Who is pregnant. With my child."
It took a moment for the significance of what Obi-Wan had said to register in Master Yoda's mind, but when it did, the ancient Jedi's face appeared even more disappointed than it already had; if that were possible.
"Understand, I do, the attachment you may believe you have. For this reason, forbidden it has been. More complicated, matters now are. To Tatooine, you must go, until needed you are."
Obi-Wan gaped at his mentor, hardly believing what he had just heard.
"Did you not hear what I said?" he responded, his tone bordering on irritation. "Padmé is carrying my child and Vader has her! If I don't do something, he could harm them! Both of them! I'm not about to let that happen! There is nothing left here! Don't you see? The Temple is gone, the Jedi are no more! I have to do what I can to save her. Forgive me, but I don't have a choice!"
His heartfelt proclamation had done very little except further sadden Master Yoda, and Obi-Wan could no longer stay on board knowing he was the cause. He abruptly rose from his seat and exited the conference room, not hearing the supernatural conversation occurring after he had left.
"Your student, he was. Worse, things now are."
"I have faith in Obi-Wan. He has always given his all, and will continue to do so until he no longer has anything to give."
"Exactly what worries me, that is."
