THE DARK AWAKENING
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters. They all belong to Mr. Lucas or some division of Lucas books. The literary events in this piece are completely fictional, any resemblance to any event or any person living or dead is purely coincidental. All literary characters in this piece are trained professionals anything they do should not be attempted. All celebrity voices are imitated. The views of this piece in no way reflect the views of Lucasfilm LTD or Bantine books or any other living human on earth for that matter, including the author. It is the author's opinion that he is now covered in the case that some one had the desire to sue him, however in case someone finds something offensive or illegal that the author has not covered in this disclaimer the author would like to relay this message to them: The author is a nobody, you will get nothing from him, he doesn't even own the computer that he used to post this. The author is not worth your time, he is just a loser who writes fan fiction to escape the pathetacisim of his life. Furthermore, it is the author's opinion that it will be a cold day in Hell before anyone would enjoy, review or even read this. That Having been said, enjoy! P.S. The author would like to deeply apologize to any one without a sense of humor for having wasted a piece of their life by making them read the above disclaimer. Said disclaimer was seventy percent humorous and that
was probably lost on some of you
He tried to hide it. He did everything he could to conceal it. Yet deep down he knew that eventually his master would find out. He moved his cloak over it, yet his master must have seen it. "Anakin, what are you hiding from me?" Obi Wan spoke up. "Nothing master. What makes you say that?" "Maybe because your sweating, or maybe it's because you're tightly clutching the front of your cloak. pick one." Obi Wan answered sarcastically. "Well, alright. Promise you won't be angry?" Anakin asked. "Of course. A Jedi controls his anger." Obi Wan stated preparing for the inevitable suppression of his feelings of another one of Anakin's mistakes. "Alright. here it is." Anakin said and then sheepishly revealed his lightsaber. "Oh, I see." Obi Wan said. The tone of his master's voice sent a shot of pain to Anakin's heart. He knew Obi Wan would be disappointed. But he seemed absolutely crushed. He quickly tried to change his master's mood. "You said you wouldn't be angry." He stated. "You're right, and I'm not angry. I'm sure you have a perfectly reasonable explanation for this." "I know that apprentices usually design their lightsabers to resemble their master's, but this design is far superior." "Well, what happened to you're old one?" Obi Wan inquired. "I dismantled it. I think it proved how defective it was during our last mission." Anakin tried to defend his actions. Obi Wan let his emotion get the best of him for a moment. "I think you were the one who was defective, my young padawan." He caught himself and quickly tried to turn his statement into a lesson. "Had you stayed in a defensive position, like I instructed, instead of running off to attack like a madman, your saber would have worked just fine. It's not the saber's fault you were hasty and then overwhelmed. You control the saber. The saber does not control you." "None the less. I found a design more suitable for my style of fighting." "You mean you found a design optimal for attack. Did you swipe an old Sith design?" Obi Wan tried to add some levity to an awkward situation. "Very funny, master. I didn't even build it myself. Chancellor Palpatine gave it to me. He said he inherited it from the late Siphadeous." "Well, that makes no sense. How could he have inherited something from a Jedi? Jedi have no possessions. His saber should have been returned to the armory upon his passing." "Well, I don't know. That's just what he told me. Frankly, I don't care where it came from. Look at it. It's perfect."
Anakin held the saber up near his face to get a closer inspection. Obi Wan found his attitude toward the object to be bizarre. He decided to comment on it. "It's just a saber Anakin." "You're just jealous because you have an inferior weapon." "Don't make assumptions on my feelings, padawan." Obi Wan said trying to calm Ani down and put him in his place at the same time. His apology made it obvious that it worked. "Sorry, master." "Apology accepted, young one." Obi wan then tried to add some levity again. "I would leave you alone with your new saber, but I believe the code forbids us from loving objects as well." For the first time that day Obi Wan saw a smile on Anakin's face. "I believe so.I believe so."
Anakin worked furiously. Dissecting one saber and constructing the other. He was trying to duplicate this perfect saber, in case something happened to the original. Despite it's complex design Anakin had no trouble copying it. Then he came upon a piece near the energy crystals that he was unfamiliar with. It looked like another energy crystal yet it was pitch black, rather than the normal blue. He looked at the dark crystal intensely. His gaze was fixed on it. Then it cooled in his hand and sent a cold shot up his arm and throughout his whole body. He dropped it on the table immediately as if afraid of it. Then stared at it curiously. He picked it up, put it back in its place, sealed the saber again, and continued working on the duplicate.
Obi Wan Kenobi paced outside a door. His voice was filled with frustration. "That's it, I'm coming in there!" With a flick of his wrist he opened the door without ever touching it. He saw Anakin in front of the mirror straightening his clothing. "You've got to be kidding me." Obi Wan chuckled to himself. "You know, vanity is frowned upon by the Jedi. I think it's why they require us to wear such unflattering clothes." "I am not being vain master." "Well, what would you describe it as?" Obi Wan asked. "I just want to look nice." "Since when? Last week you were covered in grease after working on a speeder and only bathed after I, and several members of the council insisted." "I'm just heeding your lesson in hygiene." "Are you sure there's no other motive?" "None, I assure you." "Very well. Let's go. We don't want to keep Senator Amidala waiting." "Of course not." Anakin's eyes frantically darted about the room. "Where's my saber?" "Right there." Obi Wan said pointing to a chair. "No, that's the duplicate." Anakin observed. "I'm looking for the original." Obi Wan walked over and picked up the duplicate. "It looks exactly the same. How can you tell the difference?" Obi Wan inquired. "I just can!" Anakin snapped. "Anakin, control your anger." His master instructed. Anakin took a deep breath and regathered himself. "Sorry Master." He apologized. "Why don't you take the duplicate? It will be a good opportunity to test it." Obi Wan suggested. "Good idea." Anakin agreed with his master's wisdom and clipped the duplicate to his belt. "Let's get a move on, then." Obi Wan's statement made Anakin pick up the pace. He picked up his cloak off of the bed, leaving a neatly tucked-in, empty bedspread. Anakin hustled out the door, followed by Obi Wan. Obi wan turned around to turn out the lights and noticed the original saber, sitting on the once empty bed. Odd. He thought, and then thought no more of it.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters. They all belong to Mr. Lucas or some division of Lucas books. The literary events in this piece are completely fictional, any resemblance to any event or any person living or dead is purely coincidental. All literary characters in this piece are trained professionals anything they do should not be attempted. All celebrity voices are imitated. The views of this piece in no way reflect the views of Lucasfilm LTD or Bantine books or any other living human on earth for that matter, including the author. It is the author's opinion that he is now covered in the case that some one had the desire to sue him, however in case someone finds something offensive or illegal that the author has not covered in this disclaimer the author would like to relay this message to them: The author is a nobody, you will get nothing from him, he doesn't even own the computer that he used to post this. The author is not worth your time, he is just a loser who writes fan fiction to escape the pathetacisim of his life. Furthermore, it is the author's opinion that it will be a cold day in Hell before anyone would enjoy, review or even read this. That Having been said, enjoy! P.S. The author would like to deeply apologize to any one without a sense of humor for having wasted a piece of their life by making them read the above disclaimer. Said disclaimer was seventy percent humorous and that
was probably lost on some of you
He tried to hide it. He did everything he could to conceal it. Yet deep down he knew that eventually his master would find out. He moved his cloak over it, yet his master must have seen it. "Anakin, what are you hiding from me?" Obi Wan spoke up. "Nothing master. What makes you say that?" "Maybe because your sweating, or maybe it's because you're tightly clutching the front of your cloak. pick one." Obi Wan answered sarcastically. "Well, alright. Promise you won't be angry?" Anakin asked. "Of course. A Jedi controls his anger." Obi Wan stated preparing for the inevitable suppression of his feelings of another one of Anakin's mistakes. "Alright. here it is." Anakin said and then sheepishly revealed his lightsaber. "Oh, I see." Obi Wan said. The tone of his master's voice sent a shot of pain to Anakin's heart. He knew Obi Wan would be disappointed. But he seemed absolutely crushed. He quickly tried to change his master's mood. "You said you wouldn't be angry." He stated. "You're right, and I'm not angry. I'm sure you have a perfectly reasonable explanation for this." "I know that apprentices usually design their lightsabers to resemble their master's, but this design is far superior." "Well, what happened to you're old one?" Obi Wan inquired. "I dismantled it. I think it proved how defective it was during our last mission." Anakin tried to defend his actions. Obi Wan let his emotion get the best of him for a moment. "I think you were the one who was defective, my young padawan." He caught himself and quickly tried to turn his statement into a lesson. "Had you stayed in a defensive position, like I instructed, instead of running off to attack like a madman, your saber would have worked just fine. It's not the saber's fault you were hasty and then overwhelmed. You control the saber. The saber does not control you." "None the less. I found a design more suitable for my style of fighting." "You mean you found a design optimal for attack. Did you swipe an old Sith design?" Obi Wan tried to add some levity to an awkward situation. "Very funny, master. I didn't even build it myself. Chancellor Palpatine gave it to me. He said he inherited it from the late Siphadeous." "Well, that makes no sense. How could he have inherited something from a Jedi? Jedi have no possessions. His saber should have been returned to the armory upon his passing." "Well, I don't know. That's just what he told me. Frankly, I don't care where it came from. Look at it. It's perfect."
Anakin held the saber up near his face to get a closer inspection. Obi Wan found his attitude toward the object to be bizarre. He decided to comment on it. "It's just a saber Anakin." "You're just jealous because you have an inferior weapon." "Don't make assumptions on my feelings, padawan." Obi Wan said trying to calm Ani down and put him in his place at the same time. His apology made it obvious that it worked. "Sorry, master." "Apology accepted, young one." Obi wan then tried to add some levity again. "I would leave you alone with your new saber, but I believe the code forbids us from loving objects as well." For the first time that day Obi Wan saw a smile on Anakin's face. "I believe so.I believe so."
Anakin worked furiously. Dissecting one saber and constructing the other. He was trying to duplicate this perfect saber, in case something happened to the original. Despite it's complex design Anakin had no trouble copying it. Then he came upon a piece near the energy crystals that he was unfamiliar with. It looked like another energy crystal yet it was pitch black, rather than the normal blue. He looked at the dark crystal intensely. His gaze was fixed on it. Then it cooled in his hand and sent a cold shot up his arm and throughout his whole body. He dropped it on the table immediately as if afraid of it. Then stared at it curiously. He picked it up, put it back in its place, sealed the saber again, and continued working on the duplicate.
Obi Wan Kenobi paced outside a door. His voice was filled with frustration. "That's it, I'm coming in there!" With a flick of his wrist he opened the door without ever touching it. He saw Anakin in front of the mirror straightening his clothing. "You've got to be kidding me." Obi Wan chuckled to himself. "You know, vanity is frowned upon by the Jedi. I think it's why they require us to wear such unflattering clothes." "I am not being vain master." "Well, what would you describe it as?" Obi Wan asked. "I just want to look nice." "Since when? Last week you were covered in grease after working on a speeder and only bathed after I, and several members of the council insisted." "I'm just heeding your lesson in hygiene." "Are you sure there's no other motive?" "None, I assure you." "Very well. Let's go. We don't want to keep Senator Amidala waiting." "Of course not." Anakin's eyes frantically darted about the room. "Where's my saber?" "Right there." Obi Wan said pointing to a chair. "No, that's the duplicate." Anakin observed. "I'm looking for the original." Obi Wan walked over and picked up the duplicate. "It looks exactly the same. How can you tell the difference?" Obi Wan inquired. "I just can!" Anakin snapped. "Anakin, control your anger." His master instructed. Anakin took a deep breath and regathered himself. "Sorry Master." He apologized. "Why don't you take the duplicate? It will be a good opportunity to test it." Obi Wan suggested. "Good idea." Anakin agreed with his master's wisdom and clipped the duplicate to his belt. "Let's get a move on, then." Obi Wan's statement made Anakin pick up the pace. He picked up his cloak off of the bed, leaving a neatly tucked-in, empty bedspread. Anakin hustled out the door, followed by Obi Wan. Obi wan turned around to turn out the lights and noticed the original saber, sitting on the once empty bed. Odd. He thought, and then thought no more of it.