This story is rated M for violence, language and explicit sexual content. Trigger warnings will be posted before each chapter. Nothing is mine except the OC's and the storyline - everything else belongs to the fictitious universe of Lucas boii.
Full Summary (Imagine the Classic Scroll):
It has been two long years since everything in Obi-Wan Kenobi's life was torn apart - and now he remained hidden within the shadows of a parched planet with two glaring suns. From a distance, he watched his only duty grow up, but unable to train Luke in the ways of the Force, Kenobi was beginning to lose all hope that remained. He was, after all, one of the only survivors of Order 66. One lonesome day, Kenobi felt an outrageous tug in the Force, making him discover an injured girl fighting off three bounty hunters behind a Cantina alley. That girl turned out to be none other than fellow Jedi, and true friend Knight Orillia Kendo. Orillia was once one of the most brilliant General's the galaxy has ever seen, with almost a perfect success rate in her battles and she was unimaginably beautiful. She is also inexplicably powerful with the Force, much like her closest childhood friend Anakin Skywalker. Nonetheless, Orillia was notorious for her temper, impatience and short fuse... making everyone in the High Council weary of her, including her former master Mace Windu.
Someone as strong with the Force as Orillia was always ever so tipping towards the Dark Side, especially in a Galaxy at War - yet Obi-Wan thought she had perished, like all other Jedi. There was once again a glimmer of hope that someone as strong as Kendo had survived, yet Obi-Wan's will once again shatters as he soon discovers that she is more troubled than she was before, now gaining a ferocious drug habit and ever so unbalanced. Both former Jedi's were equally broken, but it was up to them to help each other resolve their demons. Obi-Wan helps her see through the Darkness and find her sense of calm in a world so chaotic... and she makes him realize that there is more to the Force that the Jedi Code strictly forbids.
As a man who has lived his entire life dedicated to the Code, how will he manage his conflicts?
The air was denser than any nights he's spent here for the past two years. Taking a deep breath, he looked up at the crumbling ceiling of his desolate hut with his icy, vacant eyes. It felt as if his body was set on fire, so he winced and rolled around his cramped cot, trying to get more comfortable. How was it ever possible for anyone to get any rest in this hellish planet – after all, he didn't deserve the comfort in solitude. He let a sharp breath out his nostrils, fluttering his eyelashes and one again fixating his gaze on the window, watching the pale moon of Tatoonie paint the beige landscape a glimmering silver; it almost seemed beautiful.
He closed his eyes and groaned. There was no beauty left in this galaxy anymore. The true beauty of the galaxy lay amongst the harmony of the Force, the unparalleled balance that sang. Now nothing seized to exist but Darkness, and he could feel is all around him… choking him. His every existence seemed unbearable and suffocating. Never before has he felt so much pain, hatred and sorrow around him. Yet all he could do is wait…
He closed his eyes, taking the edge of his tongue and licking his cracking lips. In two years, he has managed to master the ability of keeping his mind blank – completely blank. It was the only thing keeping him sane. Even with the skill and calmness Obi-Wan had, the mountain of regrets and failures he carried would snap any man in half. He would be glad to let his sorrow eat him, slowly and painfully… pain that his fellow Jedi faced. Yet the Force chose him for a different path, a path so much more difficult than he anticipated. He was forced, to just sit idly by while he watched everything he had ever loved and held dear crumble before his own eyes.
His whole life he has been trained to protect the vulnerable, yet when the moment of reckoning came, he has never felt so helpless. Two years he has been hiding away, cornering himself in the wasteland of the galaxy and waiting; what was he actually waiting for? It was evident that Owen Lars is not letting him go anywhere near his nephew, so how can he possibly train him? Master Yoda seems to think Luke is the one who may restore balance to the Force… and while it was wonderful to believe, his father too was thought to be the Chosen One.
Finally giving up on resting, Obi-Wan jumped out of his bed and ran his fingers through his thick chestnut hair. After sundown was the only time anyone on Tatoonie could step out anyways. It has been a month since the Great Drought hit. There was nothing great about this drought - The sand was drying up into concrete, hard ground as the sunbaked climate of Tatooine became hotter than usual. Cracks began to form on the surface as local animals began to perish from lack of water and unbearable heat. Bones – all there remained with the bones of eopies and banthas, but even those rotting away. Heat waves would radiate off the parched ground, releasing into the boiling atmosphere, making it more insufferable to live.
Taking a deep breath, Obi-Wan gathered his robe and a small water container and headed for the door. There was nothing else to do but sulk, so might as well get some useful information out of the night. While Obi-Wan tried his best to distance himself from the pain that was now called the 'Empire'… he always found himself craving. Everyone always stayed away from the strange hermit that he was today, so it would give him the perfect privacy to just close his eyes and concentrate on the horrors circling around the local Cantina's.
He kept his mind alert for the stories of Darth Vader, a ferocious leader complete clad in black, ruling with an iron fist alongside his master, the Emperor. All the stories he heard, of Darth Vader, and how he rampaged villages and planets in his fight to find enemies of the Emperor… particularly Jedi. Thankfully, the hunt for the Jedi had stopped long ago, as it would seem Vader has managed to eliminate every living Jedi in less than a year. Now he and Master Yoda were the only one's remaining… the only believers of Light.
The stale air felt heavy around him, far heavier than usual. Obi-Wan crooked his brows and cautiously climbed onto his speeder. He could feel a flicker on the Force all day today, but the flicker seemed to be raging onto something bigger as the day went by. Something about the shift in the Force felt familiar… and he was not looking forward to what that may be.
"What the fuck is this supposed to be, bantha piss? Make me something else, and make it strong." Orillia seethed through her teeth, watching the fear flicker on the bartender's eyes as the weasel scurried away. She took a seat back and pulled her hood further down – the Cantina was no place for someone like her, trained ex-Jedi or not. Hearing nasty snickers behind her as a Twi'lek passed by, Orillia felt the urge to wrap herself with the blanket tighter, making her shiver. She lazily scratched her nails against the edge of the empty cup in front of her, lost.
Something has been bothering her all day. She felt an eerie familiarity in the Force, which had her completely on edge. The last thing Orillia needs is something familiar, because whatever there is from her past is either gone, or is trying to kill her. Not to mention, she has been having her strange visions again. She took a shaky breath and gulped down her drink as soon as bartender brought it. She didn't even wince as the strong, burning liquid ran down her throat, setting her stomach on fire.
She thought her little habit was preventing her from seeing any visions, at least they were for a while. Staring blankly at the half empty glass, she patted her pockets until she found she was looking for. Orillia pulled out the small plastic pouch with a handful of her medicine inside. She narrowed her eyes down at the red power – oh how truly deceitful it was. Her hands were beginning to get shaky as she poured a pinch of the powder onto her palm and placed it against her right nostril. She squeezed her eyes and inhaled sharply, wincing as the horrid powder rushed down her nose, burning her. She blinked as a few tears rolled down her cheek – and looking down at her hand, she felt steady again… steady and dulled.
Why did the Force have to keep showing her these atrocities? Why, because she wasn't a part of it, or that she couldn't do anything about even though she was destined to. Or did the Universe just want to remind her what a coward and a failure she was to everything she ever stood for. Orillia shifted uncomfortably in her wooden barstool when she noticed something from the corner of her eyes.
She pulled her hood down further to the point where only her lips were visible, and even those were alluring to these scumbags. She grabbed her drink, irritable and stopped as she felt a strong pull in the Force. Gulping, she slowly turned around and focused on the hooded figure that lurked in. The man, as she could tell from the height and built, kept his hood low and head down, trying his best to avoid the crowd. The man seemed invisible to everyone as he managed to sneak through the bustling cantina and sit isolated in a corner, lunged into darkness. Orillia took a shaky breath and grabbed the snake-like bartender by its throat, making it choke. Orillia kept her gaze fixed on the anonymous figure as she leaned forward. "Who the fuck is that? Sitting alone in the far-right corner over there?" She whispered. The bartender choked incoherently when she let of his throat, making him dramatically gasp for air. Orillia looked up, unamused, and waited for Kero's color to return. "Are you done?" she asked, making Kero nod his head furiously.
"Th-that would be that messed up hermit, lives down at the Jugdland wastes." Kero hissed in his raspy voice. "No one goes near him, neither does he go near anyone. Comes in here once a while, sits in that corner booth all alone and drinks keela and blue milk, pathetic bastard-"
"Well? What the hell is his name?" Orillia asked, watching Kero wince.
"Um… Ben Kenobi? I think?" He said as she coiled back, waiting for Orillia's reaction. The name Kenobi prickled her skin with goosebumps, making her breathing hitch. She blinked rapidly, trying to shake herself. The name Kenobi could belong to anyone… but why was she still drawn to him.
Orillia took a deep breath and shook her head; she was just imagining things. Frustrated, she slammed the empty glass on the bar and sank under her hood. She had given up on finding another survivor of Order 66 long ago. Now there was nothing but Darkness choking the galaxy. She rubbed her burning eyes and looked over to the target projection, watching local bounty hunters pick out their next target.
She narrowed her strange, mismatched eyes and concentrated on their conversation, using the Force to blank out every other noise in the Cantina. She leaned over, eager when three bounty hunters agreed on a local target with a hefty bounty on their head. "This one, look, comes directly from Jabba-" one said.
"Yeah, it's that… that vigilante that keeps messing with the water tariffs." A human scoffed. "Whoever it is, they are very thorough with their work… and there is only one thing reported about our target – has a strange multi-colored stone necklace around their neck! What the hell am I supposed to do with that?"
Orillia watched them carefully, not noticing that her pendant was not tucked inside her shirt. The slithering bartender slid close to her, almost amused.
"You mean like this one boys?" He said from across the bar, pointing at her exposed kyber crystal pendant. Orillia looked down, swiftly reaching down and tucking her pendant away.
"Fuck." She murmured under her breath, cautiously getting up. She felt all eyes on the Cantina on her, watching her every more. She got up cautiously, her eyes darting at Kero. "I am going to add you a spine the next time I see you." She seethed through her teeth.
"Someone stop him!" One of the bounty hunters screamed. Orillia quickly put the mask over her face and ran, jumping over two brawling customers and throwing their table down on the floor as a distraction. The already noisy Cantina blasted out as everyone began fighting with each other. While there was a lot of obstacles to pass through, Orillia knew she hadn't completely shaken off her target. Before reaching the door, she paused and turned around, noticing the enigmatic hooded figure looking her direction, his face hidden within the shadows. Orillia snapped back to reality and began running as the two almost caught up to her.
Obi-Wan hasn't felt this tense in a long, long time. What was making him so anxious? Bar fights was an everyday occurrence at local Cantina's. He has been feeling tense ever since he got into town, and his senses have since been on full alert as he entered the Cantina. There was someone here who was toying with the Force… someone who knew how to toy with the Force at that.
Instead of focusing on conversation around him, Obi-Wan looked down at his drink and looked up at the corner of his eyes. There sat another hooded figure, with his feet up on the bar. There was something about that person, which almost seemed radiating through the Force. Undoubtedly, whoever it was, clearly had Force sensitivity… and very acute one at that. It was just a matter of that if they knew so… or if they were trained.
He looked away momentarily, and just then the bar burst out into a fit, with chairs flying across the room and fists thrown. Obi-Wan took a deep breath and rolled his eyes; so uncivilized. He sat back and looked over to the bar, only to find out the hooded figure was gone. His gaze shifted towards the Cantina gateway, watching the hooded figure slither away quietly, when he stopped and turned around. Tendrils of long, dark mahogany brown hair fell through the hood as she turned, her face covered with a mask. It wasn't a man at all, but a woman at that.
She stood still for a moment, watching him. Something inside Obi-Wan stirred, making him part his lips as she shivered. Who was she? He hadn't been exposed to such raw power in two years. And within a split second, she was gone as two bounty hunters ran after her. Without thinking, Obi-Wan got up and followed suit as the bar went about its usual business or tearing the structure apart.
"What am I doing?" Obi-Wan whispered to himself, exasperated. He did his best to stay away from anyone, and everyone's business. Perhaps every now and then he should try to interfere a little, especially since everyone in Tatooine was so miserable with the drought. Then again, it was in the best interest of Luke's safety that he remained hidden, as a mere shadow.
He let the Force do its work as he walked down an alleyway, watching four shadows dance around. Peaking from the other side of the wall, Obi-Wan noticed as three men, one human, a Queeway pirate and a mammoth Zabrak attempted to capture the woman.
She was swift on her feet, gracefully dodging every shot at her way and hitting her opponent with precision. She reached under her hood and pulled out a long metallic staff, twirling it around and smacking the Queeway right across his face. The pirate fell with the thump on the hard ground, lying unconscious. She was a skilled fighter, and no mere bounty hunter. The way she was fighting almost seemed as if... no, he dare not think that.
She turned as the human pulled out an electrocute from his pocket and buzzed it against her staff, shocking her. The girl groaned in agony and fell on dropped her staff, crashing on the ground as the Zabrak punched her across the face.
The girl crashed on the ground as the human tasered her once again, passing her unconscious. Obi-Wan moved away from the shadow, watching her lifeless body sprawled across the ground. The human pulled her hood away as silk-like hair spilled out, flowing around her. "Damn, that was one feisty bitch." He said, turning his face to spit out blood.
"All we have to do now is take her to the boss, and kaboom!" The Zabrak laughed hauntingly, drawing his face closer to her. "Well, let's just slit her throat open and dump her, and take the stupid fucking necklace- wait is that a Kyber Crystal?"
The human considered for a moment, looking down at her. "Yes... oh yes it is." He said, moving over her hood to reveal her garment underneath. The human pinched the small pendant between his fingers, flashing a rougish smile. "This right here costs a fortune... what a great day indeed."
"I've never seen look like that before." The Queeway commented. "Do they usually come in different colors or what?"
"Shut up for a second will ya!" The human shouted, making the Queeway press his lips into a thin line. He scratched his chin thoughtfully, his nail scraping across her face until he pulled her mask down. "Boys, have you ever seen a woman this gorgeous in this part of the Galaxy before?"
The Zabrak shook his enoromous head, blankly looking at the girl in awe. "I don't think I've ever seen a human girl this pretty-"
"What are you thinking boss?" The Queeway asked, wiping away a line of blood from the corner of his mouth.
The human looked down at the girl and smiled. "I think I need a little privacy." He laughed.
Obi-Wan balled his fist tightly, his jaw squared. Before he knew it, he found himself marching towards the three and grab spinning around, kicking the human flat on the face. He was knocked down hard on the ground. The slow Zabrak looked up, his face already smashed from the encounter he had from the girl.
Confused, he looked up and stood as Obi-Wan reached for the staff, swinging it full blow. The Zabrak caught it with one hand, smiling wickedly. Obi-Wan simply rolled his eyes and kicked him on the knees, watching him crumbled as his bones dislocated. Obi-Wan picked up the staff once again and swung it over the Zabrak's head, knocking him unconscious. The three attackers lay unmoving on the ground.
Taking a deep breath, Obi-Wan crouched down and picked the unconscious woman up. He placed her on his lap and took his speeder off, going back to his hermitage. Not even the moon was out in the sky, leaving the desolate, Tatooine landscape in complete darkness. Obi-Wan still couldn't see the girl's face, but he could tell she was young, probably in her mid-twenties. He stopped his speeder in front of his bike and carried the girl back inside the hut.
He placed her carefully on his bed, removing the robe he wrapped her in and ran to the kitchen to get wet towels and bacta patches. He pulled up a chair and turned on the light, slowly pulling her mask fully to reveal her face. He finally saw the girl's face, making his blood run cold. It couldn't be her – all other Jedi were dead. Obi-Wan lightly brushed the hair out of her face, examining if it really was her.
Orillia Kendo was a Jedi Knight, one of the most ferocious General in the Grand Republic Army, and inexplicably powerful with the Force. Kendo was certainly no traditional Jedi – but she made a name for herself when the Clone Wars began. Obi-Wan knew Orillia especially well, she was a very close friend of Anakin's. Another thing she had in common with Anakin was her unnatural adaptability with the Force. Before Anakin was found, it was believed that Orillia was the prophesized Chosen One. His heart broke when he saw Orillia's usual unimaginable, radiant beauty disfigured with blotches of purple and blue bruises over her eye. Her bronze-brown skin ashen, her beautiful full lips cracked from dehydration. Obi-Wan clearly remembered what she looked like – she was impossible to forget. Orillia was a famous beauty amongst clones and even Jedi's alike.
Obi-Wan always found her alluring himself; but the girl was brash, reckless, and had quite a problem with her temper. He still admired her dedication, and her unorthodox battle techniques as he fought countless times alongside her. At the end of the day, she was a Jedi, someone who he respected fondly… she was a dear friend and he would do everything to make sure she would heal properly again. He was one of his own, and she was alive.
Obi-Wan reluctantly pulled her shirt up to examine the bruises on her torso. She had three broken ribs, a fractured forearm, a dislocated knee, and a fractured shin. She was more injured than he'd anticipated, and most of the injuries were old. Obi-Wan gently pressed his cold finger's on her flat stomach and focused on the Force to heal her ribs. He could feel the cracked ribs relocating in place, but she would still need at least a month to fully recover from her injuries, even with the help of the Force. He didn't have a bacta tank he could put her in, so a painfully long healing process would have to do. Orillia whimpered under his soft touch, trying to move her aching body. He stopped her by pressing his palm gently on her forehead, feeling the burning, feverish skin against him.
"Shush… Orillia… you mustn't move." Obi-Wan said gently. She slowly fluttered her eyes open, blinking as tears ran down her eyes. They were just like he remembered them, vibrant gold and hazel-green, like two mismatched jewels. She moved her head and focused on his face. Obi-Wan saw her eyes grow wider as her vision fixated on the face before her.
"Master… Master Kenobi?" She hushed in a bare whisper as more tears streaked down her face. "Am I finally dead?"
Lol for those who have been watching me juggle with this story for a year a so, sorry, but yes I'm rewriting it again. While I was loving the last version, I just felt it needed more umph. And well nothing is really different expect it's gonna be a bit longer, with a bit more details. But yeah the Force can do weird shit now so I had to put that in the story.
Pleasee don't forget to leave your thoughts in a review... and well constructive criticism is fine, I guess. I will try to update often, but like not that often since I only have a few weeks left in my study abroad experience and I'm going to be spending most of my time drunk, but updates are going to be more frequent by the end of this month when I go back home, hopefully.
P.S. I HATED THE LAST JEDI. sorry I'll leave you with that.