THE BOUNTY HUNTRESS
A Unexpected Reunion
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story except the ones coming from my brain. All others belong to George Lucas and don't worry George I'm not making any money from this.
Please make note that this is an ending for Episode 3 with flashes of takes on Obi-Wan's life before Episode 1. Also, to help with any confunsion between scenes just notice that the ***** signify a new or different scene is taking place.
Obi-Wan moaned forcing himself awake. His head spun sickeningly and he laid back against the cold floor of the Imperial crusier where he had awoke early to find himself a captive. He closed his eyes and tried to think what to do and realized he needed to clear his mind first. "Reach into the Force, there find your answer you will." he could hear the voice of Master Yoda. "Master Yoda," he said softly, "are you safe." And using the Force he sensed the wizened, old Master was indeed quite safe. He sighed with relief and tried sitting again. He knew he had been poisoned, he supposed he was lucky to be alive, but then he had the feeling that that's what someone wanted or else for certain, he would be dead. Dead, how many had died now in the Clone Wars. He was loathe to think about it. But memories surfaced with great pain in his chest. Qui- Gon, his Master who had trained him so faithfully, he had never truly appreciated the old Master as he did now. Obi-Wan now saw his death as a beginning of an end and couldn't imagine it any different for Qui-Gon's death had herald an end to so much. He felt for a moment as if his head might explode; so many good qualities he had scorned in Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan could smile without too much guilt now; yet still he hung his head feeling the weight of the years that had passed since his old Master's death. Qui- Gon had seen qualities in creatures big and small, had had faith that there was an answer to every problem... one only had to wait for the solution to present itself. "What is my solution now?" Obi-Wan thought a little more sarcastically than he meant too. The dizzines was leaving a little now. He glanced about the floor, glad that if nothing else someone had bothered to clean up his vomit that he had spilled early. He was weak, he didn't want to think. Padme, beautiful till the end, she had lead the last assault on the Empire's legions of Storm Troopers. He grimaced to think of her end; she had been captured as well. "Her children are safe." He tried to comfort himself with that thought. But it was that mission that he had been accomplishing when she was caught by the Imperial Guards. He wondered if he had made the right decisions leaving the children separated, hiding them with the only people he thought he could trust at that moment. Only he had returned to the Rebelllion headquarters to such miserable news as her death. It was one time that Obi-Wan had allowed himself to cry. But then, everyone had cried, some of the most battle hardened fighters had cried like little babies. The beautiful former Queen, then Senator, then Leader of the People's Rebellion, she had died fighting for what she believed in until the end. Obi-Wan straightened his back, he would do no less in her memory he thought quietly. Still, so many others, Master Windu, in his fight with Anakin/Darth Vader. Master Windu lost his life defending Padme from Anakin. "But no, Anakin is not Anakin any longer." said Obi-Wan only to himself. Even that thought brought unbearable pain. Had he done well with Anakin? Was there something in the boy's training he should have done differently? He moaned as a cramp in his stomach over took his thoughts. He dropped back against the cold floor doubled over. 'Is this what imprisonment is for?' he asked himself sadornically, 'to torture your self with things that are done and can't be changed?' He knew the story and it came back to him unwanted. Master Windu had fallen into a lava pit dead before he even hit the molten liquid. It had been Darth Sidious who had gotten to Padme. They claimed she had stood her ground, knowing she couldn't possibly fight the Sith Lord then she had raised her blaster against herself before giving any information about her children to him. She had died for her beliefs and for the safety of her children. Died trusting Obi-Wan to keep them from the powers of the Dark Side and out of the hands of him who would lead to their destruction...their own father. Sweat flowed from every pore of Obi-Wan's body and his immune system struggled to fight off the last of the poison that coursed through his veins. Obi-Wan and Yoda were the last of the Jedi Masters and as he laid there on the floor feeling himself losing his grip on awareness he was grateful that the memories would stop, he did not want to think on the betrayal of some of the Jedi who had thought it better to side with Emperor than fight loyally for what was right, but that too had lead to their deaths and then those who had stayed loyal to the doctrines of the Jedi laws, to serve as Keepers of the Peace who had been forced to go to war. Darkness overtook him then, he was glad to not finish the last thought, for all those were now dead as well. A sense of hopelessness shook at him and his eyes rolled back and he was safe from his memories for the moment.
*****
" Lord Vader, we have received communication that Obi-Wan Kenobi has been captured and will be arriving within the hour." announced the Admiral.
Anakin/Darth Vader did not bother moving or looking away from the viewport of the bridge where he stood. At the news, he simply waved his hand. The Admiral quietly backed away. It was hard to phantom what the Dark Lord might be thinking at any given moment and the Admiral would never have admit it, but he preferred to not think on the matter at all.
Anakin/Darth Vader was thinking on Padme. Little did he know that Obi- Wan had been thinking of her earlier as well. Darth Sidious had brought the news of Padme's demise. It was a test and he had passed it well. Not a flinch, only more anger. Now, no mention of Obi-Wan Kenobi or a memory of Padme could bring any warmth to him.
Obi-Wan awoke once more, disoriented, he couldn't think how long he had fainted this time. His breath was fast and shallow as if he had just awoke from a nightmare. Yet, that wasn't what had stirred him. He looked about the floor feeling a disturbance in the Force. His eyes grew wide with amazement for on the floor to his right laid his lightsaber. 'Impossible!' he thought. 'Perhaps it's an hallucination.' he cautioned himself as hope began to grow in him. 'If this is a rescue attempt, where's my help?' he asked himself. He reached his hand out carefully, but stopped. That feeling, it was familiar. He looked around the room again, nothing. Using the Force he brought the lightsaber to him. With the slighest touch it ignited with it's customary whooshing sound. He let himself breathe for a moment, then slowly rose to his feet. His head spun and he fought nausea. 'Careful now,' he told himself as he moved to the door. He stopped and frowned, the control panel had been blasted from the outside and the sliding door was stuck as he pushed at it. When pushing failed he used his lightsaber to carve out a hole he could pass through. Two Storm Troopers laid dead. He leaned into a wall, exhaustion trying to pull him down, but there was no time for recuperation. He heard a fresh contigent of Storm Troopers before he saw them.
"Move now, Jedi!" he ordered himself. But which way? He looked left, then right. The sound of the approaching Troopers came from the right, then making up his mind, the Force leading him, he turned left. 'I hope this leads somewhere,' he thought. He barely turned the first corner he saw when an explosion ripped through from behind him. It flung him farther down the new hallway he had turned on to.
Obi-Wan found himself on the floor dazed. 'The battle, the battle,' his mind screamed at him. All around him lay dead Clones. The first shipment, the Separatist had managed to gain control of them. And, he, Obi- Wan Kenobi, Jedi Master, had become a General at the behest of Bail Organa. 'No, wait,' his mind was working frantically now, 'no, this is an Imperial ship.' He was regaining his senses now, the past trauma slipping away like a bad dream. "Have to get up." he said to himself. His legs failed him and smoke was swarming all around. Alarms were blaring as well. He tried again, stood. No time. Block, block, block, his lightsaber swirled about almost on its own now. The Force, calm, survive. "Yes," he breathed to himself, "I will survive." He deflected one after another of the shots that were aimed right at him. With each, another Storm Trooper fell to the floor. They began falling back. Block, swerve, block again. He reached far into the Force, he knew all the ones behind him had been killed by the blast. But these before him, he would take care of himself.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story except the ones coming from my brain. All others belong to George Lucas and don't worry George I'm not making any money from this.
Please make note that this is an ending for Episode 3 with flashes of takes on Obi-Wan's life before Episode 1. Also, to help with any confunsion between scenes just notice that the ***** signify a new or different scene is taking place.
Obi-Wan moaned forcing himself awake. His head spun sickeningly and he laid back against the cold floor of the Imperial crusier where he had awoke early to find himself a captive. He closed his eyes and tried to think what to do and realized he needed to clear his mind first. "Reach into the Force, there find your answer you will." he could hear the voice of Master Yoda. "Master Yoda," he said softly, "are you safe." And using the Force he sensed the wizened, old Master was indeed quite safe. He sighed with relief and tried sitting again. He knew he had been poisoned, he supposed he was lucky to be alive, but then he had the feeling that that's what someone wanted or else for certain, he would be dead. Dead, how many had died now in the Clone Wars. He was loathe to think about it. But memories surfaced with great pain in his chest. Qui- Gon, his Master who had trained him so faithfully, he had never truly appreciated the old Master as he did now. Obi-Wan now saw his death as a beginning of an end and couldn't imagine it any different for Qui-Gon's death had herald an end to so much. He felt for a moment as if his head might explode; so many good qualities he had scorned in Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan could smile without too much guilt now; yet still he hung his head feeling the weight of the years that had passed since his old Master's death. Qui- Gon had seen qualities in creatures big and small, had had faith that there was an answer to every problem... one only had to wait for the solution to present itself. "What is my solution now?" Obi-Wan thought a little more sarcastically than he meant too. The dizzines was leaving a little now. He glanced about the floor, glad that if nothing else someone had bothered to clean up his vomit that he had spilled early. He was weak, he didn't want to think. Padme, beautiful till the end, she had lead the last assault on the Empire's legions of Storm Troopers. He grimaced to think of her end; she had been captured as well. "Her children are safe." He tried to comfort himself with that thought. But it was that mission that he had been accomplishing when she was caught by the Imperial Guards. He wondered if he had made the right decisions leaving the children separated, hiding them with the only people he thought he could trust at that moment. Only he had returned to the Rebelllion headquarters to such miserable news as her death. It was one time that Obi-Wan had allowed himself to cry. But then, everyone had cried, some of the most battle hardened fighters had cried like little babies. The beautiful former Queen, then Senator, then Leader of the People's Rebellion, she had died fighting for what she believed in until the end. Obi-Wan straightened his back, he would do no less in her memory he thought quietly. Still, so many others, Master Windu, in his fight with Anakin/Darth Vader. Master Windu lost his life defending Padme from Anakin. "But no, Anakin is not Anakin any longer." said Obi-Wan only to himself. Even that thought brought unbearable pain. Had he done well with Anakin? Was there something in the boy's training he should have done differently? He moaned as a cramp in his stomach over took his thoughts. He dropped back against the cold floor doubled over. 'Is this what imprisonment is for?' he asked himself sadornically, 'to torture your self with things that are done and can't be changed?' He knew the story and it came back to him unwanted. Master Windu had fallen into a lava pit dead before he even hit the molten liquid. It had been Darth Sidious who had gotten to Padme. They claimed she had stood her ground, knowing she couldn't possibly fight the Sith Lord then she had raised her blaster against herself before giving any information about her children to him. She had died for her beliefs and for the safety of her children. Died trusting Obi-Wan to keep them from the powers of the Dark Side and out of the hands of him who would lead to their destruction...their own father. Sweat flowed from every pore of Obi-Wan's body and his immune system struggled to fight off the last of the poison that coursed through his veins. Obi-Wan and Yoda were the last of the Jedi Masters and as he laid there on the floor feeling himself losing his grip on awareness he was grateful that the memories would stop, he did not want to think on the betrayal of some of the Jedi who had thought it better to side with Emperor than fight loyally for what was right, but that too had lead to their deaths and then those who had stayed loyal to the doctrines of the Jedi laws, to serve as Keepers of the Peace who had been forced to go to war. Darkness overtook him then, he was glad to not finish the last thought, for all those were now dead as well. A sense of hopelessness shook at him and his eyes rolled back and he was safe from his memories for the moment.
*****
" Lord Vader, we have received communication that Obi-Wan Kenobi has been captured and will be arriving within the hour." announced the Admiral.
Anakin/Darth Vader did not bother moving or looking away from the viewport of the bridge where he stood. At the news, he simply waved his hand. The Admiral quietly backed away. It was hard to phantom what the Dark Lord might be thinking at any given moment and the Admiral would never have admit it, but he preferred to not think on the matter at all.
Anakin/Darth Vader was thinking on Padme. Little did he know that Obi- Wan had been thinking of her earlier as well. Darth Sidious had brought the news of Padme's demise. It was a test and he had passed it well. Not a flinch, only more anger. Now, no mention of Obi-Wan Kenobi or a memory of Padme could bring any warmth to him.
Obi-Wan awoke once more, disoriented, he couldn't think how long he had fainted this time. His breath was fast and shallow as if he had just awoke from a nightmare. Yet, that wasn't what had stirred him. He looked about the floor feeling a disturbance in the Force. His eyes grew wide with amazement for on the floor to his right laid his lightsaber. 'Impossible!' he thought. 'Perhaps it's an hallucination.' he cautioned himself as hope began to grow in him. 'If this is a rescue attempt, where's my help?' he asked himself. He reached his hand out carefully, but stopped. That feeling, it was familiar. He looked around the room again, nothing. Using the Force he brought the lightsaber to him. With the slighest touch it ignited with it's customary whooshing sound. He let himself breathe for a moment, then slowly rose to his feet. His head spun and he fought nausea. 'Careful now,' he told himself as he moved to the door. He stopped and frowned, the control panel had been blasted from the outside and the sliding door was stuck as he pushed at it. When pushing failed he used his lightsaber to carve out a hole he could pass through. Two Storm Troopers laid dead. He leaned into a wall, exhaustion trying to pull him down, but there was no time for recuperation. He heard a fresh contigent of Storm Troopers before he saw them.
"Move now, Jedi!" he ordered himself. But which way? He looked left, then right. The sound of the approaching Troopers came from the right, then making up his mind, the Force leading him, he turned left. 'I hope this leads somewhere,' he thought. He barely turned the first corner he saw when an explosion ripped through from behind him. It flung him farther down the new hallway he had turned on to.
Obi-Wan found himself on the floor dazed. 'The battle, the battle,' his mind screamed at him. All around him lay dead Clones. The first shipment, the Separatist had managed to gain control of them. And, he, Obi- Wan Kenobi, Jedi Master, had become a General at the behest of Bail Organa. 'No, wait,' his mind was working frantically now, 'no, this is an Imperial ship.' He was regaining his senses now, the past trauma slipping away like a bad dream. "Have to get up." he said to himself. His legs failed him and smoke was swarming all around. Alarms were blaring as well. He tried again, stood. No time. Block, block, block, his lightsaber swirled about almost on its own now. The Force, calm, survive. "Yes," he breathed to himself, "I will survive." He deflected one after another of the shots that were aimed right at him. With each, another Storm Trooper fell to the floor. They began falling back. Block, swerve, block again. He reached far into the Force, he knew all the ones behind him had been killed by the blast. But these before him, he would take care of himself.