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PROLOGUE
I thought these days were over…
He stood and watched the hundreds of clone soldiers that quickly and methodically piled into the battle ships on the massive landing platform. They were preparing for yet another battle.
When will this fighting end? Will this war ever be over?
Engines and thrusters roared to life as the ships were being boarded with the army of the Republic. He couldn't help but still feel a slight resentment towards the troopers…
After everything that has happened, here I am helping the very soldiers that assisted in the slaughter of democracy and the Jedi Order.
He let out a heavy sigh while he watched the first battle ships rise from the platform.
They were blindly following orders – just as they were programmed to – they aren't to blame…it was all Palpatine's fault. He gave the command to carry out Order 66. Then there was him…he had taken the name Darth Vader during his spree of crimes against humanity.
"General Kenobi?"
Obi-Wan turned at the sound of a clone soldiers distorted voice. "Yes, Captain?"
"We are ready for take-off, sir," the trooper replied.
"I'll be there in just a moment," Obi-Wan said as he returned his attention to the army before him. "We will be leaving as soon as I speak with Master Yoda."
"Yes, sir."
He watched the Captain rush back to his ship to join the rest of the clones.
I thought the end of the Empire would mean the end of this blasted war. Why is there always someone bent on carnage and their hateful thirst for blood? Why must so many lust for power? At this rate, I am never going to find any peace. Even the Force itself is disrupted when I meditate these days and it only seems to be getting worse. Everything is always so complicated…
Glancing back over his shoulder, Obi-Wan spotted the small figure of his Master approaching.
There's Master Yoda…I guess that means it is time I take my leave.
"Master Yoda," Obi-Wan greeted the older Jedi with a respectful nod once he reached him.
"Master Kenobi," Yoda did the same, leaning heavily on his walking stick.
Obi-Wan thought he seemed to look as if he had aged considerably over the past few months due to the constant stress he had been under.
It had been nearly two months since Anakin had given up his Empire and vanished from Coruscant, but they had little time to celebrate the restoration of the Republic before they were thrown back into the war that they all had hoped would be over by now. Unfortunately, it was not meant to be. Another threat was at their doorstep…General Grievous.
The leader of what remained of the Separatist army refused to surrender and continued to wage war with the rest of the galaxy.
"Careful, you must be," Yoda warned. "Dangerous, this assignment is."
Obi-Wan smiled down at him. "I will be fine, Master, don't worry."
Yoda silently regarded the Jedi Knight with a thoughtful expression before speaking again.
"May the Force be with you."