Feel Chapter 1 Obi-Wan Kenobi trudged down the elaborately decorated corridors of the Naboo palace. His pace weighed down by the task that laid before him. The enemies had arrived and a war began outside the castle walls, it was time. Heavy blaster fire and battle cries of the Naboo and the Gungans could be heard all to well. Obi-Wan let another regret seep into his being as he listened to the sounds that radiated from outside. His boyish features were touched with only few creases, his short brown hair slightly aged with new color. His steps slowed with years of conflict within, and loss. His mind's eye haunted with never ceasing images of the past, and the visions of the future that plagued his Jedi senses. Everything was different, he couldn't keep blaming himself, but he did. his own lecturing he told to himself and ignored it all the same. He shook his head in frustration over his endless dwelling on what he was unable to change, his failures.
He pushed the invading thoughts away, while approaching his destination. The majestic entrance opened before him, it was curiously unlocked. She was expecting him, of course. He hid his hands beneath his long jedi sleeves and preceded to enter. Following the sound of a infants cry to the bed room, he peeked in uncertainly. Leaning over a large baby bed was a young woman small in stature but strong in her being. Lifting the wailing newborn, she cradled it in her arms tenderly. The screams of the child ended abruptly once it had it's mother attention. Her brown eyes lifted heavily from the infant, connecting with Obi-Wan's blue ones. She tried to smile but knowing all to well that this wasn't going to be easy.
She wore a simple sleeveless gown of midnight blue that went from her collarbone to the floor. Her brown hair was made up in two braided parts that hooped up and around their separate ways and down again to let the ends of her brown tips to flow freely. Her beauty had never changed since the first day he meet the brave Queen, the only change was the look in her brown eyes.
She set her delicate chin in determination. Obi-Wan marveled at her strength, the strength of a leader. He'd seen it so many times previously, her fear hidden so deep in the midst of battles, he had to really try to sense her fear then. Now, she had the same sense of bravery but her fear and disappointment was transparent, easily seen. He greatly admired her for her leadership qualities
He descended in closer, reaching out he placed his warm hands on her shoulders in a feeble attempt to comfort her. She leaned back into his arms, grateful. He received her into a warm, light hug. He could sense some tension escape her mind, remembering who she is entrusting her only son to, eased a little anxiety. He wished he could place the same amount of reliance in himself as she did.
"Padme..are your going to be all right, are you sure you want me to do this?" he asked, keeping in mind that it was his own idea all along for the safety of her children. His heart ached with the pain he had inflicted on this family. If only he'd been more easy on Anakin, or perhaps more strict, or maybe not even taken him on as his padawan. He shook his head slightly in exasperation.
He felt her slowly take a breath and let it out at the same speed it came. He planted a soft kiss on the top on her head for reassurance.
"Yes...if it's what you think is best Obi-Wan. I will be fine, I will be strong." She stepped out of the Jedi knight's embrace and turned to look at him. Her eyes seemed to search him for confidence. Her soft gaze shifted to the little life she held, a sad smile creases her lips. Obi-Wan's eyes wandered to the infant also.
"Luke....I love you, my son. I will always love you, I'm sorry that I can't always be there for you." With her last words to her son she kissed him lightly on his forehead. Her eyes blinking too many times to be natural. Stepping forward, she gently placed the child into the Jedi's arms. The baby instantly started to scream for it's mothers warmth.
"No, no..you hold him like this" Padme rearranged the Knight's arms to the newborns liking."He likes it that way." Obi-Wan felt like a child again, clumsy, unadapted to holding an infant.
Luke silenced his cries only slightly, small whimpers released from his tiny lips. Obi-Wan looked down on the child, their two pairs of blue eyes looking at each others. He had a few wisps of blond hairs on his head, and even though he had blue eyes, they were a light, sky blue color unlike his own green-blue eyes. He studied his soft face so much like his fathers. He heard a gentle laugh, and looked up into brown eyes full of hidden sorrow and fleeting laughter.
"He likes you," she sniffed and the sweet smile vanished. "He only liked me to hold him....he..he always makes such a fuss in another's arms" Their eyes locked. Obi-Wan smiled at her
"Where will you take him?" She asked breaking the silence.
"I'm afraid...I can't tell you. For your safety and his. But I assure you that I will personally always watch over him" She nodded slowly.
"I trust you Obi-Wan Kenobi." The Jedi moved to leave, but was stopped by a fragile hand on his arm. He looked back down into her, now, obviously damp eyes. She leaned towards his face and barely touched his lips with her own. "For luck" she whispered, and pecked him on his check as well. She quickly turned from her only son and her most trusted friend.
Obi-Wan was taken back by this show of affection, No, it was a example of friendship he sensed in her. She would never think of him as anything else, and he would only think of her as a good friend. The silence reached his ears. The Jedi knew when his time had expired, he left with haste out the way he came. Only then did Padme's tears fall continuously for what was left of her family, friends, and herself. Obi-Wan felt her raging emotions as he exited. Frowning on yet another pain he had caused a good friend.
Leaving through the door he relaxed on the nearby wall to rearrange Luke from view. Opening his robe he placed the whimpering infant in the stomach section on the Jedi robe. He laid his hand on the bottom of the child for support keeping in mind the child's preferred way to be handled. The boy was now hidden well within the Jedi's clothing. Obi-Wan lifted his hood, taking refuge in the shadows it held.
He took a deep breath and reached out with his only ally, the force. outside the castle walls a battle burned among the great army of the Gungans and the limited warriors of the Naboo. They fought long and hard, he felt lives slipping and great suffering. Naboo, though small, had always put up a fight. Even if it claimed to be nonviolent planet, it would not be taken easily by the invading Empire. He felt a shoot of guilt from the room he previously withdrew from. The Queen of a dying planet felt remorse for not being there to fight side-by-side with her people. But knowing all too well that she must prepare to depart for Alderaan.
Obi-Wan extended his senses beyond the minds of rulers and fighters, searching for an escape. His eyes shot open and he swiftly moved down the left hall. The Force guiding him, telling him through feelings, that there was a back way somewhere. He smiled knowing that at least he hadn't lost his link to the unknown.
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Amidala waited till she heard him leave totally, the reassuring sound of the door closing reached her ears. Then she lost it. She wept bitterly for the loss of her family, her loved ones. her hand darted for the corner of the empty baby bed for support. Her other hand on her grief stricken face, futily trying to wipe the fountain of sorrow away. She thought of her husband. Anakin. She loved him beyond all words and now... Their affection towards each other would be no more. He had given into the darkest of evil. There was nothing left of the innocent eyes she recalled. The same innocence she saw in the eyes of their son, but now he was gone too.
She gripped the rail of her support, her knuckles turning a white color. Reminicing on past, on what could have been, and the things she would never change. She almost smiled at a few memories of the carefree times that her and Ani would enjoy together. That all three of them enjoyed, herself, Ani, and Obi-Wan. All where good friends, she loved them all. They where taken from her. Everything she had loved was gone.
She still had one chance to hold a loved one. If she where to survive this ongoing war outside long enough to get to a transport she would be reunited with her Leia. Her beautiful daughter on Alderaan. Bail had been so gracious to allow her some refuge on his planet to hide from the empire and to be with her child. She smiled at the thought of the reunion. But it wouldn't last long, the Empire was looking for her, the last thing she would want to do was lead them right to whom she wanted to protect the most.
She mentally cursed herself for her selfishness, her endless dwelling on herself and her loss. She should be outside battling along side her people. This thought brought the old fire within her out. She stood upright and faced the balcony window. Her own problems would have to wait she could assist the warriors outside in some way. She had to.
She willed away the end of her emotions and walked to the closet, pulling out a handmaiden's battle outfit it looked like. It was simple, tough material made up the black cargo pants, a sleeveless multi-pocketed shirt made up the top.
She swiftly threw off the royal gown and exchanged it for her battle gear. She checked the pockets for necessities. Plenty of rations, artificial heaters, a com, and even a few thermal detonators. Where did those come from? She asked herself, smirking. She nodded her head satisfaction. Opening a drawer she pulled out two Naboo blaster, and a high powered Corillian blaster. When did I become such a scoundrel? She asked herself.
Her smile faded as she packed the the foreign weapon away, holding on to the others and made her way to the door. she would not leave her planet without making a little noise, without taking a little revenge on the cursed Empire.
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Obi-Wan hurried down the long majestic corridors. He allowed himself a small smirk at the irony of living in this blasted palace for almost a year and still never failed to get lost. But not this time, the itching feeling that he was indeed lost clung to the logical part of his mind, still he felt the Force guiding his way, each turn, his steps, it was there.
He gazed down on the little life he held. The light blue eyes looked at Obi-Wan with trust. He was taken back by the immediate bond he had with the boy. A few weeks ago he would only be held by his mother, even a few minutes ago he bailed when leaving his mothers arms.
The Jedi shifted his attention back to his surroundings. He had made it. At least he was getting good vibes from behind the doors. With his free hand he fiddled with the controls before they responded by opening. It looked like one of the minor hanger bays. It being closer to the Queen's personal chambers, it might be a secret escape route, he pondered.
Feelings moved rapidly, something was amiss. Obi-Wan pulled out his lightsaber just as a array of blaster bolts flew at him. They were easily deflected, the blade swiftly met all the bolts. The knight was fully expecting more threats from others, but none came. There was only one. He reached out to his hidden attacker, he was frightened but had a feeling of bravery and readiness for death. Just as soon as the assault started it end abruptly.
Obi-Wan lowered his weapon, his blue eyes darting across the small docking bay. Closing them he reached out to try and find the attacker. He waited, then it came, it was coming at him with great speed. His eyes shoot open just as he had arms circle him and was lifted up in a odd embrace.
"Ohh, Jedi Oba-Wan!" The being exclaimed.
Obi-Wan knew that voice, it had been years but he knew it. he cursed himself for being so into his own thoughts to not recognize the clumsy gungan before.
"Hello..Jar Jar" came his muffled reply. The gungan quickly got the message and released him. The Jedi stepped back to view his old friend. Obi-Wan frowned at the thought, at his immaturity in the past towards Jar Jar. They never really got along. Jar Jar had just been another one of his Masters projects. Obi-Wan had ignored the alien as he had the others, somewhat out of secret jealousy.
The gungan looked terrible. He stood before him with the look of one who had seen too many battles. The gungans being the only real warriors on the planet had been fighting long and hard all around Naboo the past few days, and maybe even small galactic conflicts over the years. He wore only a brown jumpsuit with numerous wholes. Blood and dirt soiled the whole of his appearance. He held a blaster rifle in his hand and one strapped to his back. An ugly scar ran down the side of his nose and all that was left of his right ear was a few inches of fleshy numb, a piece of torn cloth wrapped what was left of his ear. Another pain shot through Obi-Wan's heart for the violence the poor gungan had to experience.
Jar Jar smiled the all too familiar expression at the Jedi.
"It's, ah, been a long tima, eh Oba-Wan?" the gungan said breaking the silence.
Obi-Wan smiled "Yes, Jar Jar, a bit too long, but what are you doing here?" The gungan eyed the Jedi curiously before answering.
"Mesa was sent to pilot a big space bongo to ask for help on 'nother planet." He said with confidence.
He found numerous problems with this idea, it would be easy to ask for assistance but it would be futile against the Empire, plus there was no way of knowing which planets were still loyal to the Old Republic. Obi-Wan did admire Jar Jar's courage, it was surprising that this was the same alien who couldn't walk a step without faltering over himself.
"I feel that wouldn't...be wise my friend. Although the thought is very noble, Naboo, I fear, will fall into the hands of the Empire." The gungan's eyes drooped, and he took in a sharp breath letting it out slowly.
"Mesa knew dis, but Mesa just can't watch mysa people die and home planet fall in dis...dis..evil!" He sputtered in anger.
"I understand Jar Jar," he reached out and put a reassuring hand on the gungans shoulder,"...to be honest with you I am jealous. It looks like you've been battling a long time for your planet, your people. I wish that I could join the war outside, that I could have fought next to you. You are helping your people, Jar Jar, your dedication is eternal, my friend."
The gungan nodded and the goofy smile returned, his yellow eyes met the Jedi's then to the wriggling being inside his Jedi cloak.
"Whasa dis?" He asked, a finger pulling back some of the protective brown cloth. He looked at the child with wide eyes. "Is dis your young, Jedi Oba-Wan?"
"No." He replied a bit to hastily,"He's, he's Padme's son."
"Ohh, Ani's too?" The gungan was more clever than most gave him credit for. Obi-Wan hesitated, he hoped he could trust him.
"Yes, I must see to it that he lives." He words turning honorable. The baby grabbed the invading finger, looking at it and moving it about, Jar Jar grinned at the infant. He straightened up to look at Obi-Wan again.
"Dis," he signaled to a ship behind him,"will be able to guide yousa to where Ani's offspring will be safe.
Obi-Wan peered behind him, he pointed to the only ship in the hanger bay. It was small, maneuverable, with enough weapons for a cruiser of its size. He looked from the ship to Jar Jar, who appeared to be in deep thought.
"But what about you?" Obi-Wan asked.
His honest eyes turned, looking outside the hanger, his ear perked up some listening to the activity outside, the screams and blaster fire echoed though the room . The Jedi could sense a another battle in the warrior before him. He was scared of death but knew it would come, he saw memories reflect in Jar Jar, reasons to fight for. He turned back to Obi-Wan.
"Mesa will go back and battle, for all da Gungans, for da Naboo, for da Jedi." The Gungan before stood to his full height, the war between the Republic and the new Empire had changed his friend, matured him.
"I wish I could go with you.." the knight took a deep breath then stretched out his free hand, "May the Force be with you." He took the clammy long fingers in his hand for a brief shake. The gungan smiled the lighthearted grin he gave him the first time they met, he regretted that this would be the last time he'd get to witness it. The gungan pulled him forward into the previous embrace. Obi-Wan feeling awkward patted his friend on the back to return the hug. Jar Jar released him and reached down to pat Luke on the head.
"Goot bye, lil' Ani, goot bye Oba-Wan."
Obi-Wan met Jar Jar's eyes momentarily before they went their separate ways. The gungan went through the way the Jedi came and Obi-Wan to the ship. As he made way up the ramp, he caught a glance at the fleeting Gungan, smiling at his noble friend. A vibration through the Force rippled within him, telling him that he would never see him again.
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Darth Vader stood on the bridge of the test ship, Triumphant, waiting as patiently as his power could allow. His new appearance made him silently squirm under all the wires and machinery that kept him alive. He was told that the mechanic upgrades placed on and into his body actually improved his speed, agility, strength, and height, what they failed to tell him was that something like this wasn't so easily adapted to. He listened to his own breathing, it came out in deep long exhales, and inhales. It was a curse. He was no longer human. He blamed his former master for this plague. It was all Obi-Wan Kenobi's fault that he was in this situation. His previous master had always been there to provoke him, always holding him back from real power, and when he was close to it, to the true power he only dreamed about as a slave boy, Kenobi got in the way. His words taunted him, forced him to end their last vocal battle with weapons. Ultimately sentencing him to life in this cage. He hated Obi-Wan Kenobi.
The thought of Kenobi fueled the anger within him, he could feel the power inside of his emotions, the strength that when he saw his old master, that he would finish him, he would suffer.
The new modeled ship smoothly returned to real space, the familiar lines ahead turned to reveal the humble planet of Naboo. A place Vader had once thought of as a second home. His new master, Palpatine, had informed him of his plans to siege the planet of Naboo. The planet had been rebelling against the movements that the New Empire were achieving, as so many other planets have that are loyal to the Old Republic. Senate members have simply disappeared refusing to negotiate with the New Empire's demands. The whole Senate, and other forms of Galactic politics would all have to be illuminated and new forms would arise, Vader pondered. He'd have to leave that up to his master, he himself was never good at politics.
An official approached him, he could sense his nervousness. Vader smirked secretly, he had all these solders under his thumb. They were at his disposal. He always felt a sense of uneasiness in the air of a ship when he was told to watch over a mission. He wasn't too sure if it was the legends of the Sith, or his appearance that frightened the crew so.
"Lord Vader, we've entered Nabian space. We are prepared to go into standby mode at your command." He was the Captian of the ship. Tall and lanky, with a lack of years behind his title.
Vader ignore him, staring at the planet. He could feel a great conflict going on the planet. The small group of Stormtroops and droids had arrived days ago, ordered to evacuate the peaceful planet, at all measures. Those who pledged allegiance to the Empire would either be excepted into the new academy if he chose, or paid a small punishment for their defiance toward the Emperor. Those who refused to pledge loyalty to Palpatine, were either killed in their futile attempt for 'freedom' or were sent to 'work' for the Empire's industries.
"Mi' Lord?" The Captian asked.
"Yes, Captian, proceed," he replied with obvious annoyance.
The officer went to do his duties, thankfully. Vader's mission was to simply overlook the test vessel and it's fleet. They're role was to blockade the small planet. The seven ships would take several minutes to engage the enhanced abilities, the creator of the fleet assured them that it would be worth the wait. The ship needed time to anchor itself properly in order for the tractor beam to reach far distances, along with accumulating the needed extra minutes to build up it's strength. The weapons were upgraded to both disable or destroy on contact. The fleet was being examined at the small Naboo sector for the reason that the planet never really posed as a great threat. The designer from Corillia had gone through months of planning and years to put his ideas to use. Originally he was scheduled to present the fleet to the Republic, before the New Emprial Order. The Corillian was more than happy to receive the Empire's heightened offer for the fleet. This was it's first mission, he knew where the man resided incase of unwanted obstacles.
Vader sighed, the breath coming out in it's usual drawn out style. Here he was, back at Naboo. He hadn't laid eye on it's blue and green surface in almost a year, he was a different person then. Everything had changed in that year. He wondered if she had changed. If she was down there, somewhere. Closing his eyes he reached out past the space that separated himself and his beloved. She was there, he could feel her. He brushed her emotions, sensing great grief and anger. Vader almost felt a need to hold her and ask her what was wrong, comfort her. Feel her warm, small body against his. Almost.
A new flood of emotions flared up, his senses were hot like fire. His eyes opened to see the captain's apparent uneasiness at the needed delay till preparation. He looked to the view screen to see why. A small ship was coming from the surface. His senses were alerted to the transport, not to those around him. A feel of familiarity radiated from the small shuttle.
Vader glanced at the captain who was still trying to get the ship set. There wouldn't be enough time, and there was something about the beings in that ship that was haunting.
"Captain.." Vader said not taking his eyes off the ship. "Send out the Fighters, and it better be quick. I want that ship in one piece."
He heard the man acknowledge him and then turn to a com to repeat the orders. Maybe this would buy them enough time to keep their guests around till the Triumphant could invite them in.
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Obi-Wan Kenobi's hand flew over the controls at the sight of the blockade. He was to late, they were here and no doubt had already spotted him. He felt an evil aboard the front ship. A familiar evil, an evil that had evolved into something more sinister. Anakin was on that ship, he probably already felt his old master, maybe even Luke.
Obi-Wan looked back and reached out, Luke was still sleeping silently on one of the provided beds. He hoped that any of his planned maneuvers wouldn't wake up the child.
He needed to clear the atmosphere before heading out. Open space was behind the fleet.
To the knight's surprise the fleet failed to fire on him, instead a small band of one-man fighters emerged from the first ship. His vessel was loaded with weapons but need another man to shoot from the rear guns.
He punched in commands referring to fire power, out of the corner of his eye a small trigger opened from a door. The reached out with his senses to the fighters, six of them surrounding his ship. Obi-Wan slowed his ship as the smaller vessels positioned themselves around the many angles of his fighter.
A voice came over the com requesting Obi-Wan to follow the small lead ship into tractor range of the fleet. The voice went on about supposedly why he was being taken aboard. Obi-Wan ignored him.
It would take quick thinking and strategy to get out of this mess. One man with one gun at hand taking on six Imperial fighter, and seven war-ships, the odds didn't look good. Obi-Wan smirked cockily, feeling like a teenager again he situated his hands above the needed controls.
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This is only the beginning of a series of chapters and books I have floating around in my imagination. The web-site dedicated to all those ideas in my head can be found at Frailty: An Alternate Star Wars Universe -Kenobi
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Chapter 1 Obi-Wan Kenobi trudged down the elaborately decorated corridors of the Naboo palace. His pace weighed down by the task that laid before him. The enemies had arrived and a war began outside the castle walls, it was time. Heavy blaster fire and battle cries of the Naboo and the Gungans could be heard all to well. Obi-Wan let another regret seep into his being as he listened to the sounds that radiated from outside. His boyish features were touched with only few creases, his short brown hair slightly aged with new color. His steps slowed with years of conflict within, and loss. His mind's eye haunted with never ceasing images of the past, and the visions of the future that plagued his Jedi senses. Everything was different, he couldn't keep blaming himself, but he did. his own lecturing he told to himself and ignored it all the same. He shook his head in frustration over his endless dwelling on what he was unable to change, his failures.
He pushed the invading thoughts away, while approaching his destination. The majestic entrance opened before him, it was curiously unlocked. She was expecting him, of course. He hid his hands beneath his long jedi sleeves and preceded to enter. Following the sound of a infants cry to the bed room, he peeked in uncertainly. Leaning over a large baby bed was a young woman small in stature but strong in her being. Lifting the wailing newborn, she cradled it in her arms tenderly. The screams of the child ended abruptly once it had it's mother attention. Her brown eyes lifted heavily from the infant, connecting with Obi-Wan's blue ones. She tried to smile but knowing all to well that this wasn't going to be easy.
She wore a simple sleeveless gown of midnight blue that went from her collarbone to the floor. Her brown hair was made up in two braided parts that hooped up and around their separate ways and down again to let the ends of her brown tips to flow freely. Her beauty had never changed since the first day he meet the brave Queen, the only change was the look in her brown eyes.
She set her delicate chin in determination. Obi-Wan marveled at her strength, the strength of a leader. He'd seen it so many times previously, her fear hidden so deep in the midst of battles, he had to really try to sense her fear then. Now, she had the same sense of bravery but her fear and disappointment was transparent, easily seen. He greatly admired her for her leadership qualities
He descended in closer, reaching out he placed his warm hands on her shoulders in a feeble attempt to comfort her. She leaned back into his arms, grateful. He received her into a warm, light hug. He could sense some tension escape her mind, remembering who she is entrusting her only son to, eased a little anxiety. He wished he could place the same amount of reliance in himself as she did.
"Padme..are your going to be all right, are you sure you want me to do this?" he asked, keeping in mind that it was his own idea all along for the safety of her children. His heart ached with the pain he had inflicted on this family. If only he'd been more easy on Anakin, or perhaps more strict, or maybe not even taken him on as his padawan. He shook his head slightly in exasperation.
He felt her slowly take a breath and let it out at the same speed it came. He planted a soft kiss on the top on her head for reassurance.
"Yes...if it's what you think is best Obi-Wan. I will be fine, I will be strong." She stepped out of the Jedi knight's embrace and turned to look at him. Her eyes seemed to search him for confidence. Her soft gaze shifted to the little life she held, a sad smile creases her lips. Obi-Wan's eyes wandered to the infant also.
"Luke....I love you, my son. I will always love you, I'm sorry that I can't always be there for you." With her last words to her son she kissed him lightly on his forehead. Her eyes blinking too many times to be natural. Stepping forward, she gently placed the child into the Jedi's arms. The baby instantly started to scream for it's mothers warmth.
"No, no..you hold him like this" Padme rearranged the Knight's arms to the newborns liking."He likes it that way." Obi-Wan felt like a child again, clumsy, unadapted to holding an infant.
Luke silenced his cries only slightly, small whimpers released from his tiny lips. Obi-Wan looked down on the child, their two pairs of blue eyes looking at each others. He had a few wisps of blond hairs on his head, and even though he had blue eyes, they were a light, sky blue color unlike his own green-blue eyes. He studied his soft face so much like his fathers. He heard a gentle laugh, and looked up into brown eyes full of hidden sorrow and fleeting laughter.
"He likes you," she sniffed and the sweet smile vanished. "He only liked me to hold him....he..he always makes such a fuss in another's arms" Their eyes locked. Obi-Wan smiled at her
"Where will you take him?" She asked breaking the silence.
"I'm afraid...I can't tell you. For your safety and his. But I assure you that I will personally always watch over him" She nodded slowly.
"I trust you Obi-Wan Kenobi." The Jedi moved to leave, but was stopped by a fragile hand on his arm. He looked back down into her, now, obviously damp eyes. She leaned towards his face and barely touched his lips with her own. "For luck" she whispered, and pecked him on his check as well. She quickly turned from her only son and her most trusted friend.
Obi-Wan was taken back by this show of affection, No, it was a example of friendship he sensed in her. She would never think of him as anything else, and he would only think of her as a good friend. The silence reached his ears. The Jedi knew when his time had expired, he left with haste out the way he came. Only then did Padme's tears fall continuously for what was left of her family, friends, and herself. Obi-Wan felt her raging emotions as he exited. Frowning on yet another pain he had caused a good friend.
Leaving through the door he relaxed on the nearby wall to rearrange Luke from view. Opening his robe he placed the whimpering infant in the stomach section on the Jedi robe. He laid his hand on the bottom of the child for support keeping in mind the child's preferred way to be handled. The boy was now hidden well within the Jedi's clothing. Obi-Wan lifted his hood, taking refuge in the shadows it held.
He took a deep breath and reached out with his only ally, the force. outside the castle walls a battle burned among the great army of the Gungans and the limited warriors of the Naboo. They fought long and hard, he felt lives slipping and great suffering. Naboo, though small, had always put up a fight. Even if it claimed to be nonviolent planet, it would not be taken easily by the invading Empire. He felt a shoot of guilt from the room he previously withdrew from. The Queen of a dying planet felt remorse for not being there to fight side-by-side with her people. But knowing all too well that she must prepare to depart for Alderaan.
Obi-Wan extended his senses beyond the minds of rulers and fighters, searching for an escape. His eyes shot open and he swiftly moved down the left hall. The Force guiding him, telling him through feelings, that there was a back way somewhere. He smiled knowing that at least he hadn't lost his link to the unknown.
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Amidala waited till she heard him leave totally, the reassuring sound of the door closing reached her ears. Then she lost it. She wept bitterly for the loss of her family, her loved ones. her hand darted for the corner of the empty baby bed for support. Her other hand on her grief stricken face, futily trying to wipe the fountain of sorrow away. She thought of her husband. Anakin. She loved him beyond all words and now... Their affection towards each other would be no more. He had given into the darkest of evil. There was nothing left of the innocent eyes she recalled. The same innocence she saw in the eyes of their son, but now he was gone too.
She gripped the rail of her support, her knuckles turning a white color. Reminicing on past, on what could have been, and the things she would never change. She almost smiled at a few memories of the carefree times that her and Ani would enjoy together. That all three of them enjoyed, herself, Ani, and Obi-Wan. All where good friends, she loved them all. They where taken from her. Everything she had loved was gone.
She still had one chance to hold a loved one. If she where to survive this ongoing war outside long enough to get to a transport she would be reunited with her Leia. Her beautiful daughter on Alderaan. Bail had been so gracious to allow her some refuge on his planet to hide from the empire and to be with her child. She smiled at the thought of the reunion. But it wouldn't last long, the Empire was looking for her, the last thing she would want to do was lead them right to whom she wanted to protect the most.
She mentally cursed herself for her selfishness, her endless dwelling on herself and her loss. She should be outside battling along side her people. This thought brought the old fire within her out. She stood upright and faced the balcony window. Her own problems would have to wait she could assist the warriors outside in some way. She had to.
She willed away the end of her emotions and walked to the closet, pulling out a handmaiden's battle outfit it looked like. It was simple, tough material made up the black cargo pants, a sleeveless multi-pocketed shirt made up the top.
She swiftly threw off the royal gown and exchanged it for her battle gear. She checked the pockets for necessities. Plenty of rations, artificial heaters, a com, and even a few thermal detonators. Where did those come from? She asked herself, smirking. She nodded her head satisfaction. Opening a drawer she pulled out two Naboo blaster, and a high powered Corillian blaster. When did I become such a scoundrel? She asked herself.
Her smile faded as she packed the the foreign weapon away, holding on to the others and made her way to the door. she would not leave her planet without making a little noise, without taking a little revenge on the cursed Empire.
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Obi-Wan hurried down the long majestic corridors. He allowed himself a small smirk at the irony of living in this blasted palace for almost a year and still never failed to get lost. But not this time, the itching feeling that he was indeed lost clung to the logical part of his mind, still he felt the Force guiding his way, each turn, his steps, it was there.
He gazed down on the little life he held. The light blue eyes looked at Obi-Wan with trust. He was taken back by the immediate bond he had with the boy. A few weeks ago he would only be held by his mother, even a few minutes ago he bailed when leaving his mothers arms.
The Jedi shifted his attention back to his surroundings. He had made it. At least he was getting good vibes from behind the doors. With his free hand he fiddled with the controls before they responded by opening. It looked like one of the minor hanger bays. It being closer to the Queen's personal chambers, it might be a secret escape route, he pondered.
Feelings moved rapidly, something was amiss. Obi-Wan pulled out his lightsaber just as a array of blaster bolts flew at him. They were easily deflected, the blade swiftly met all the bolts. The knight was fully expecting more threats from others, but none came. There was only one. He reached out to his hidden attacker, he was frightened but had a feeling of bravery and readiness for death. Just as soon as the assault started it end abruptly.
Obi-Wan lowered his weapon, his blue eyes darting across the small docking bay. Closing them he reached out to try and find the attacker. He waited, then it came, it was coming at him with great speed. His eyes shoot open just as he had arms circle him and was lifted up in a odd embrace.
"Ohh, Jedi Oba-Wan!" The being exclaimed.
Obi-Wan knew that voice, it had been years but he knew it. he cursed himself for being so into his own thoughts to not recognize the clumsy gungan before.
"Hello..Jar Jar" came his muffled reply. The gungan quickly got the message and released him. The Jedi stepped back to view his old friend. Obi-Wan frowned at the thought, at his immaturity in the past towards Jar Jar. They never really got along. Jar Jar had just been another one of his Masters projects. Obi-Wan had ignored the alien as he had the others, somewhat out of secret jealousy.
The gungan looked terrible. He stood before him with the look of one who had seen too many battles. The gungans being the only real warriors on the planet had been fighting long and hard all around Naboo the past few days, and maybe even small galactic conflicts over the years. He wore only a brown jumpsuit with numerous wholes. Blood and dirt soiled the whole of his appearance. He held a blaster rifle in his hand and one strapped to his back. An ugly scar ran down the side of his nose and all that was left of his right ear was a few inches of fleshy numb, a piece of torn cloth wrapped what was left of his ear. Another pain shot through Obi-Wan's heart for the violence the poor gungan had to experience.
Jar Jar smiled the all too familiar expression at the Jedi.
"It's, ah, been a long tima, eh Oba-Wan?" the gungan said breaking the silence.
Obi-Wan smiled "Yes, Jar Jar, a bit too long, but what are you doing here?" The gungan eyed the Jedi curiously before answering.
"Mesa was sent to pilot a big space bongo to ask for help on 'nother planet." He said with confidence.
He found numerous problems with this idea, it would be easy to ask for assistance but it would be futile against the Empire, plus there was no way of knowing which planets were still loyal to the Old Republic. Obi-Wan did admire Jar Jar's courage, it was surprising that this was the same alien who couldn't walk a step without faltering over himself.
"I feel that wouldn't...be wise my friend. Although the thought is very noble, Naboo, I fear, will fall into the hands of the Empire." The gungan's eyes drooped, and he took in a sharp breath letting it out slowly.
"Mesa knew dis, but Mesa just can't watch mysa people die and home planet fall in dis...dis..evil!" He sputtered in anger.
"I understand Jar Jar," he reached out and put a reassuring hand on the gungans shoulder,"...to be honest with you I am jealous. It looks like you've been battling a long time for your planet, your people. I wish that I could join the war outside, that I could have fought next to you. You are helping your people, Jar Jar, your dedication is eternal, my friend."
The gungan nodded and the goofy smile returned, his yellow eyes met the Jedi's then to the wriggling being inside his Jedi cloak.
"Whasa dis?" He asked, a finger pulling back some of the protective brown cloth. He looked at the child with wide eyes. "Is dis your young, Jedi Oba-Wan?"
"No." He replied a bit to hastily,"He's, he's Padme's son."
"Ohh, Ani's too?" The gungan was more clever than most gave him credit for. Obi-Wan hesitated, he hoped he could trust him.
"Yes, I must see to it that he lives." He words turning honorable. The baby grabbed the invading finger, looking at it and moving it about, Jar Jar grinned at the infant. He straightened up to look at Obi-Wan again.
"Dis," he signaled to a ship behind him,"will be able to guide yousa to where Ani's offspring will be safe.
Obi-Wan peered behind him, he pointed to the only ship in the hanger bay. It was small, maneuverable, with enough weapons for a cruiser of its size. He looked from the ship to Jar Jar, who appeared to be in deep thought.
"But what about you?" Obi-Wan asked.
His honest eyes turned, looking outside the hanger, his ear perked up some listening to the activity outside, the screams and blaster fire echoed though the room . The Jedi could sense a another battle in the warrior before him. He was scared of death but knew it would come, he saw memories reflect in Jar Jar, reasons to fight for. He turned back to Obi-Wan.
"Mesa will go back and battle, for all da Gungans, for da Naboo, for da Jedi." The Gungan before stood to his full height, the war between the Republic and the new Empire had changed his friend, matured him.
"I wish I could go with you.." the knight took a deep breath then stretched out his free hand, "May the Force be with you." He took the clammy long fingers in his hand for a brief shake. The gungan smiled the lighthearted grin he gave him the first time they met, he regretted that this would be the last time he'd get to witness it. The gungan pulled him forward into the previous embrace. Obi-Wan feeling awkward patted his friend on the back to return the hug. Jar Jar released him and reached down to pat Luke on the head.
"Goot bye, lil' Ani, goot bye Oba-Wan."
Obi-Wan met Jar Jar's eyes momentarily before they went their separate ways. The gungan went through the way the Jedi came and Obi-Wan to the ship. As he made way up the ramp, he caught a glance at the fleeting Gungan, smiling at his noble friend. A vibration through the Force rippled within him, telling him that he would never see him again.
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Darth Vader stood on the bridge of the test ship, Triumphant, waiting as patiently as his power could allow. His new appearance made him silently squirm under all the wires and machinery that kept him alive. He was told that the mechanic upgrades placed on and into his body actually improved his speed, agility, strength, and height, what they failed to tell him was that something like this wasn't so easily adapted to. He listened to his own breathing, it came out in deep long exhales, and inhales. It was a curse. He was no longer human. He blamed his former master for this plague. It was all Obi-Wan Kenobi's fault that he was in this situation. His previous master had always been there to provoke him, always holding him back from real power, and when he was close to it, to the true power he only dreamed about as a slave boy, Kenobi got in the way. His words taunted him, forced him to end their last vocal battle with weapons. Ultimately sentencing him to life in this cage. He hated Obi-Wan Kenobi.
The thought of Kenobi fueled the anger within him, he could feel the power inside of his emotions, the strength that when he saw his old master, that he would finish him, he would suffer.
The new modeled ship smoothly returned to real space, the familiar lines ahead turned to reveal the humble planet of Naboo. A place Vader had once thought of as a second home. His new master, Palpatine, had informed him of his plans to siege the planet of Naboo. The planet had been rebelling against the movements that the New Empire were achieving, as so many other planets have that are loyal to the Old Republic. Senate members have simply disappeared refusing to negotiate with the New Empire's demands. The whole Senate, and other forms of Galactic politics would all have to be illuminated and new forms would arise, Vader pondered. He'd have to leave that up to his master, he himself was never good at politics.
An official approached him, he could sense his nervousness. Vader smirked secretly, he had all these solders under his thumb. They were at his disposal. He always felt a sense of uneasiness in the air of a ship when he was told to watch over a mission. He wasn't too sure if it was the legends of the Sith, or his appearance that frightened the crew so.
"Lord Vader, we've entered Nabian space. We are prepared to go into standby mode at your command." He was the Captian of the ship. Tall and lanky, with a lack of years behind his title.
Vader ignore him, staring at the planet. He could feel a great conflict going on the planet. The small group of Stormtroops and droids had arrived days ago, ordered to evacuate the peaceful planet, at all measures. Those who pledged allegiance to the Empire would either be excepted into the new academy if he chose, or paid a small punishment for their defiance toward the Emperor. Those who refused to pledge loyalty to Palpatine, were either killed in their futile attempt for 'freedom' or were sent to 'work' for the Empire's industries.
"Mi' Lord?" The Captian asked.
"Yes, Captian, proceed," he replied with obvious annoyance.
The officer went to do his duties, thankfully. Vader's mission was to simply overlook the test vessel and it's fleet. They're role was to blockade the small planet. The seven ships would take several minutes to engage the enhanced abilities, the creator of the fleet assured them that it would be worth the wait. The ship needed time to anchor itself properly in order for the tractor beam to reach far distances, along with accumulating the needed extra minutes to build up it's strength. The weapons were upgraded to both disable or destroy on contact. The fleet was being examined at the small Naboo sector for the reason that the planet never really posed as a great threat. The designer from Corillia had gone through months of planning and years to put his ideas to use. Originally he was scheduled to present the fleet to the Republic, before the New Emprial Order. The Corillian was more than happy to receive the Empire's heightened offer for the fleet. This was it's first mission, he knew where the man resided incase of unwanted obstacles.
Vader sighed, the breath coming out in it's usual drawn out style. Here he was, back at Naboo. He hadn't laid eye on it's blue and green surface in almost a year, he was a different person then. Everything had changed in that year. He wondered if she had changed. If she was down there, somewhere. Closing his eyes he reached out past the space that separated himself and his beloved. She was there, he could feel her. He brushed her emotions, sensing great grief and anger. Vader almost felt a need to hold her and ask her what was wrong, comfort her. Feel her warm, small body against his. Almost.
A new flood of emotions flared up, his senses were hot like fire. His eyes opened to see the captain's apparent uneasiness at the needed delay till preparation. He looked to the view screen to see why. A small ship was coming from the surface. His senses were alerted to the transport, not to those around him. A feel of familiarity radiated from the small shuttle.
Vader glanced at the captain who was still trying to get the ship set. There wouldn't be enough time, and there was something about the beings in that ship that was haunting.
"Captain.." Vader said not taking his eyes off the ship. "Send out the Fighters, and it better be quick. I want that ship in one piece."
He heard the man acknowledge him and then turn to a com to repeat the orders. Maybe this would buy them enough time to keep their guests around till the Triumphant could invite them in.
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Obi-Wan Kenobi's hand flew over the controls at the sight of the blockade. He was to late, they were here and no doubt had already spotted him. He felt an evil aboard the front ship. A familiar evil, an evil that had evolved into something more sinister. Anakin was on that ship, he probably already felt his old master, maybe even Luke.
Obi-Wan looked back and reached out, Luke was still sleeping silently on one of the provided beds. He hoped that any of his planned maneuvers wouldn't wake up the child.
He needed to clear the atmosphere before heading out. Open space was behind the fleet.
To the knight's surprise the fleet failed to fire on him, instead a small band of one-man fighters emerged from the first ship. His vessel was loaded with weapons but need another man to shoot from the rear guns.
He punched in commands referring to fire power, out of the corner of his eye a small trigger opened from a door. The reached out with his senses to the fighters, six of them surrounding his ship. Obi-Wan slowed his ship as the smaller vessels positioned themselves around the many angles of his fighter.
A voice came over the com requesting Obi-Wan to follow the small lead ship into tractor range of the fleet. The voice went on about supposedly why he was being taken aboard. Obi-Wan ignored him.
It would take quick thinking and strategy to get out of this mess. One man with one gun at hand taking on six Imperial fighter, and seven war-ships, the odds didn't look good. Obi-Wan smirked cockily, feeling like a teenager again he situated his hands above the needed controls.
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This is only the beginning of a series of chapters and books I have floating around in my imagination. The web-site dedicated to all those ideas in my head can be found at Frailty: An Alternate Star Wars Universe -Kenobi
Obi-Wan Kenobi trudged down the elaborately decorated corridors of the Naboo palace. His pace weighed down by the task that laid before him. The enemies had arrived and a war began outside the castle walls, it was time. Heavy blaster fire and battle cries of the Naboo and the Gungans could be heard all to well. Obi-Wan let another regret seep into his being as he listened to the sounds that radiated from outside. His boyish features were touched with only few creases, his short brown hair slightly aged with new color. His steps slowed with years of conflict within, and loss. His mind's eye haunted with never ceasing images of the past, and the visions of the future that plagued his Jedi senses. Everything was different, he couldn't keep blaming himself, but he did. his own lecturing he told to himself and ignored it all the same. He shook his head in frustration over his endless dwelling on what he was unable to change, his failures.
He pushed the invading thoughts away, while approaching his destination. The majestic entrance opened before him, it was curiously unlocked. She was expecting him, of course. He hid his hands beneath his long jedi sleeves and preceded to enter. Following the sound of a infants cry to the bed room, he peeked in uncertainly. Leaning over a large baby bed was a young woman small in stature but strong in her being. Lifting the wailing newborn, she cradled it in her arms tenderly. The screams of the child ended abruptly once it had it's mother attention. Her brown eyes lifted heavily from the infant, connecting with Obi-Wan's blue ones. She tried to smile but knowing all to well that this wasn't going to be easy.
She wore a simple sleeveless gown of midnight blue that went from her collarbone to the floor. Her brown hair was made up in two braided parts that hooped up and around their separate ways and down again to let the ends of her brown tips to flow freely. Her beauty had never changed since the first day he meet the brave Queen, the only change was the look in her brown eyes.
She set her delicate chin in determination. Obi-Wan marveled at her strength, the strength of a leader. He'd seen it so many times previously, her fear hidden so deep in the midst of battles, he had to really try to sense her fear then. Now, she had the same sense of bravery but her fear and disappointment was transparent, easily seen. He greatly admired her for her leadership qualities
He descended in closer, reaching out he placed his warm hands on her shoulders in a feeble attempt to comfort her. She leaned back into his arms, grateful. He received her into a warm, light hug. He could sense some tension escape her mind, remembering who she is entrusting her only son to, eased a little anxiety. He wished he could place the same amount of reliance in himself as she did.
"Padme..are your going to be all right, are you sure you want me to do this?" he asked, keeping in mind that it was his own idea all along for the safety of her children. His heart ached with the pain he had inflicted on this family. If only he'd been more easy on Anakin, or perhaps more strict, or maybe not even taken him on as his padawan. He shook his head slightly in exasperation.
He felt her slowly take a breath and let it out at the same speed it came. He planted a soft kiss on the top on her head for reassurance.
"Yes...if it's what you think is best Obi-Wan. I will be fine, I will be strong." She stepped out of the Jedi knight's embrace and turned to look at him. Her eyes seemed to search him for confidence. Her soft gaze shifted to the little life she held, a sad smile creases her lips. Obi-Wan's eyes wandered to the infant also.
"Luke....I love you, my son. I will always love you, I'm sorry that I can't always be there for you." With her last words to her son she kissed him lightly on his forehead. Her eyes blinking too many times to be natural. Stepping forward, she gently placed the child into the Jedi's arms. The baby instantly started to scream for it's mothers warmth.
"No, no..you hold him like this" Padme rearranged the Knight's arms to the newborns liking."He likes it that way." Obi-Wan felt like a child again, clumsy, unadapted to holding an infant.
Luke silenced his cries only slightly, small whimpers released from his tiny lips. Obi-Wan looked down on the child, their two pairs of blue eyes looking at each others. He had a few wisps of blond hairs on his head, and even though he had blue eyes, they were a light, sky blue color unlike his own green-blue eyes. He studied his soft face so much like his fathers. He heard a gentle laugh, and looked up into brown eyes full of hidden sorrow and fleeting laughter.
"He likes you," she sniffed and the sweet smile vanished. "He only liked me to hold him....he..he always makes such a fuss in another's arms" Their eyes locked. Obi-Wan smiled at her
"Where will you take him?" She asked breaking the silence.
"I'm afraid...I can't tell you. For your safety and his. But I assure you that I will personally always watch over him" She nodded slowly.
"I trust you Obi-Wan Kenobi." The Jedi moved to leave, but was stopped by a fragile hand on his arm. He looked back down into her, now, obviously damp eyes. She leaned towards his face and barely touched his lips with her own. "For luck" she whispered, and pecked him on his check as well. She quickly turned from her only son and her most trusted friend.
Obi-Wan was taken back by this show of affection, No, it was a example of friendship he sensed in her. She would never think of him as anything else, and he would only think of her as a good friend. The silence reached his ears. The Jedi knew when his time had expired, he left with haste out the way he came. Only then did Padme's tears fall continuously for what was left of her family, friends, and herself. Obi-Wan felt her raging emotions as he exited. Frowning on yet another pain he had caused a good friend.
Leaving through the door he relaxed on the nearby wall to rearrange Luke from view. Opening his robe he placed the whimpering infant in the stomach section on the Jedi robe. He laid his hand on the bottom of the child for support keeping in mind the child's preferred way to be handled. The boy was now hidden well within the Jedi's clothing. Obi-Wan lifted his hood, taking refuge in the shadows it held.
He took a deep breath and reached out with his only ally, the force. outside the castle walls a battle burned among the great army of the Gungans and the limited warriors of the Naboo. They fought long and hard, he felt lives slipping and great suffering. Naboo, though small, had always put up a fight. Even if it claimed to be nonviolent planet, it would not be taken easily by the invading Empire. He felt a shoot of guilt from the room he previously withdrew from. The Queen of a dying planet felt remorse for not being there to fight side-by-side with her people. But knowing all too well that she must prepare to depart for Alderaan.
Obi-Wan extended his senses beyond the minds of rulers and fighters, searching for an escape. His eyes shot open and he swiftly moved down the left hall. The Force guiding him, telling him through feelings, that there was a back way somewhere. He smiled knowing that at least he hadn't lost his link to the unknown.
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Amidala waited till she heard him leave totally, the reassuring sound of the door closing reached her ears. Then she lost it. She wept bitterly for the loss of her family, her loved ones. her hand darted for the corner of the empty baby bed for support. Her other hand on her grief stricken face, futily trying to wipe the fountain of sorrow away. She thought of her husband. Anakin. She loved him beyond all words and now... Their affection towards each other would be no more. He had given into the darkest of evil. There was nothing left of the innocent eyes she recalled. The same innocence she saw in the eyes of their son, but now he was gone too.
She gripped the rail of her support, her knuckles turning a white color. Reminicing on past, on what could have been, and the things she would never change. She almost smiled at a few memories of the carefree times that her and Ani would enjoy together. That all three of them enjoyed, herself, Ani, and Obi-Wan. All where good friends, she loved them all. They where taken from her. Everything she had loved was gone.
She still had one chance to hold a loved one. If she where to survive this ongoing war outside long enough to get to a transport she would be reunited with her Leia. Her beautiful daughter on Alderaan. Bail had been so gracious to allow her some refuge on his planet to hide from the empire and to be with her child. She smiled at the thought of the reunion. But it wouldn't last long, the Empire was looking for her, the last thing she would want to do was lead them right to whom she wanted to protect the most.
She mentally cursed herself for her selfishness, her endless dwelling on herself and her loss. She should be outside battling along side her people. This thought brought the old fire within her out. She stood upright and faced the balcony window. Her own problems would have to wait she could assist the warriors outside in some way. She had to.
She willed away the end of her emotions and walked to the closet, pulling out a handmaiden's battle outfit it looked like. It was simple, tough material made up the black cargo pants, a sleeveless multi-pocketed shirt made up the top.
She swiftly threw off the royal gown and exchanged it for her battle gear. She checked the pockets for necessities. Plenty of rations, artificial heaters, a com, and even a few thermal detonators. Where did those come from? She asked herself, smirking. She nodded her head satisfaction. Opening a drawer she pulled out two Naboo blaster, and a high powered Corillian blaster. When did I become such a scoundrel? She asked herself.
Her smile faded as she packed the the foreign weapon away, holding on to the others and made her way to the door. she would not leave her planet without making a little noise, without taking a little revenge on the cursed Empire.
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Obi-Wan hurried down the long majestic corridors. He allowed himself a small smirk at the irony of living in this blasted palace for almost a year and still never failed to get lost. But not this time, the itching feeling that he was indeed lost clung to the logical part of his mind, still he felt the Force guiding his way, each turn, his steps, it was there.
He gazed down on the little life he held. The light blue eyes looked at Obi-Wan with trust. He was taken back by the immediate bond he had with the boy. A few weeks ago he would only be held by his mother, even a few minutes ago he bailed when leaving his mothers arms.
The Jedi shifted his attention back to his surroundings. He had made it. At least he was getting good vibes from behind the doors. With his free hand he fiddled with the controls before they responded by opening. It looked like one of the minor hanger bays. It being closer to the Queen's personal chambers, it might be a secret escape route, he pondered.
Feelings moved rapidly, something was amiss. Obi-Wan pulled out his lightsaber just as a array of blaster bolts flew at him. They were easily deflected, the blade swiftly met all the bolts. The knight was fully expecting more threats from others, but none came. There was only one. He reached out to his hidden attacker, he was frightened but had a feeling of bravery and readiness for death. Just as soon as the assault started it end abruptly.
Obi-Wan lowered his weapon, his blue eyes darting across the small docking bay. Closing them he reached out to try and find the attacker. He waited, then it came, it was coming at him with great speed. His eyes shoot open just as he had arms circle him and was lifted up in a odd embrace.
"Ohh, Jedi Oba-Wan!" The being exclaimed.
Obi-Wan knew that voice, it had been years but he knew it. he cursed himself for being so into his own thoughts to not recognize the clumsy gungan before.
"Hello..Jar Jar" came his muffled reply. The gungan quickly got the message and released him. The Jedi stepped back to view his old friend. Obi-Wan frowned at the thought, at his immaturity in the past towards Jar Jar. They never really got along. Jar Jar had just been another one of his Masters projects. Obi-Wan had ignored the alien as he had the others, somewhat out of secret jealousy.
The gungan looked terrible. He stood before him with the look of one who had seen too many battles. The gungans being the only real warriors on the planet had been fighting long and hard all around Naboo the past few days, and maybe even small galactic conflicts over the years. He wore only a brown jumpsuit with numerous wholes. Blood and dirt soiled the whole of his appearance. He held a blaster rifle in his hand and one strapped to his back. An ugly scar ran down the side of his nose and all that was left of his right ear was a few inches of fleshy numb, a piece of torn cloth wrapped what was left of his ear. Another pain shot through Obi-Wan's heart for the violence the poor gungan had to experience.
Jar Jar smiled the all too familiar expression at the Jedi.
"It's, ah, been a long tima, eh Oba-Wan?" the gungan said breaking the silence.
Obi-Wan smiled "Yes, Jar Jar, a bit too long, but what are you doing here?" The gungan eyed the Jedi curiously before answering.
"Mesa was sent to pilot a big space bongo to ask for help on 'nother planet." He said with confidence.
He found numerous problems with this idea, it would be easy to ask for assistance but it would be futile against the Empire, plus there was no way of knowing which planets were still loyal to the Old Republic. Obi-Wan did admire Jar Jar's courage, it was surprising that this was the same alien who couldn't walk a step without faltering over himself.
"I feel that wouldn't...be wise my friend. Although the thought is very noble, Naboo, I fear, will fall into the hands of the Empire." The gungan's eyes drooped, and he took in a sharp breath letting it out slowly.
"Mesa knew dis, but Mesa just can't watch mysa people die and home planet fall in dis...dis..evil!" He sputtered in anger.
"I understand Jar Jar," he reached out and put a reassuring hand on the gungans shoulder,"...to be honest with you I am jealous. It looks like you've been battling a long time for your planet, your people. I wish that I could join the war outside, that I could have fought next to you. You are helping your people, Jar Jar, your dedication is eternal, my friend."
The gungan nodded and the goofy smile returned, his yellow eyes met the Jedi's then to the wriggling being inside his Jedi cloak.
"Whasa dis?" He asked, a finger pulling back some of the protective brown cloth. He looked at the child with wide eyes. "Is dis your young, Jedi Oba-Wan?"
"No." He replied a bit to hastily,"He's, he's Padme's son."
"Ohh, Ani's too?" The gungan was more clever than most gave him credit for. Obi-Wan hesitated, he hoped he could trust him.
"Yes, I must see to it that he lives." He words turning honorable. The baby grabbed the invading finger, looking at it and moving it about, Jar Jar grinned at the infant. He straightened up to look at Obi-Wan again.
"Dis," he signaled to a ship behind him,"will be able to guide yousa to where Ani's offspring will be safe.
Obi-Wan peered behind him, he pointed to the only ship in the hanger bay. It was small, maneuverable, with enough weapons for a cruiser of its size. He looked from the ship to Jar Jar, who appeared to be in deep thought.
"But what about you?" Obi-Wan asked.
His honest eyes turned, looking outside the hanger, his ear perked up some listening to the activity outside, the screams and blaster fire echoed though the room . The Jedi could sense a another battle in the warrior before him. He was scared of death but knew it would come, he saw memories reflect in Jar Jar, reasons to fight for. He turned back to Obi-Wan.
"Mesa will go back and battle, for all da Gungans, for da Naboo, for da Jedi." The Gungan before stood to his full height, the war between the Republic and the new Empire had changed his friend, matured him.
"I wish I could go with you.." the knight took a deep breath then stretched out his free hand, "May the Force be with you." He took the clammy long fingers in his hand for a brief shake. The gungan smiled the lighthearted grin he gave him the first time they met, he regretted that this would be the last time he'd get to witness it. The gungan pulled him forward into the previous embrace. Obi-Wan feeling awkward patted his friend on the back to return the hug. Jar Jar released him and reached down to pat Luke on the head.
"Goot bye, lil' Ani, goot bye Oba-Wan."
Obi-Wan met Jar Jar's eyes momentarily before they went their separate ways. The gungan went through the way the Jedi came and Obi-Wan to the ship. As he made way up the ramp, he caught a glance at the fleeting Gungan, smiling at his noble friend. A vibration through the Force rippled within him, telling him that he would never see him again.
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Darth Vader stood on the bridge of the test ship, Triumphant, waiting as patiently as his power could allow. His new appearance made him silently squirm under all the wires and machinery that kept him alive. He was told that the mechanic upgrades placed on and into his body actually improved his speed, agility, strength, and height, what they failed to tell him was that something like this wasn't so easily adapted to. He listened to his own breathing, it came out in deep long exhales, and inhales. It was a curse. He was no longer human. He blamed his former master for this plague. It was all Obi-Wan Kenobi's fault that he was in this situation. His previous master had always been there to provoke him, always holding him back from real power, and when he was close to it, to the true power he only dreamed about as a slave boy, Kenobi got in the way. His words taunted him, forced him to end their last vocal battle with weapons. Ultimately sentencing him to life in this cage. He hated Obi-Wan Kenobi.
The thought of Kenobi fueled the anger within him, he could feel the power inside of his emotions, the strength that when he saw his old master, that he would finish him, he would suffer.
The new modeled ship smoothly returned to real space, the familiar lines ahead turned to reveal the humble planet of Naboo. A place Vader had once thought of as a second home. His new master, Palpatine, had informed him of his plans to siege the planet of Naboo. The planet had been rebelling against the movements that the New Empire were achieving, as so many other planets have that are loyal to the Old Republic. Senate members have simply disappeared refusing to negotiate with the New Empire's demands. The whole Senate, and other forms of Galactic politics would all have to be illuminated and new forms would arise, Vader pondered. He'd have to leave that up to his master, he himself was never good at politics.
An official approached him, he could sense his nervousness. Vader smirked secretly, he had all these solders under his thumb. They were at his disposal. He always felt a sense of uneasiness in the air of a ship when he was told to watch over a mission. He wasn't too sure if it was the legends of the Sith, or his appearance that frightened the crew so.
"Lord Vader, we've entered Nabian space. We are prepared to go into standby mode at your command." He was the Captian of the ship. Tall and lanky, with a lack of years behind his title.
Vader ignore him, staring at the planet. He could feel a great conflict going on the planet. The small group of Stormtroops and droids had arrived days ago, ordered to evacuate the peaceful planet, at all measures. Those who pledged allegiance to the Empire would either be excepted into the new academy if he chose, or paid a small punishment for their defiance toward the Emperor. Those who refused to pledge loyalty to Palpatine, were either killed in their futile attempt for 'freedom' or were sent to 'work' for the Empire's industries.
"Mi' Lord?" The Captian asked.
"Yes, Captian, proceed," he replied with obvious annoyance.
The officer went to do his duties, thankfully. Vader's mission was to simply overlook the test vessel and it's fleet. They're role was to blockade the small planet. The seven ships would take several minutes to engage the enhanced abilities, the creator of the fleet assured them that it would be worth the wait. The ship needed time to anchor itself properly in order for the tractor beam to reach far distances, along with accumulating the needed extra minutes to build up it's strength. The weapons were upgraded to both disable or destroy on contact. The fleet was being examined at the small Naboo sector for the reason that the planet never really posed as a great threat. The designer from Corillia had gone through months of planning and years to put his ideas to use. Originally he was scheduled to present the fleet to the Republic, before the New Emprial Order. The Corillian was more than happy to receive the Empire's heightened offer for the fleet. This was it's first mission, he knew where the man resided incase of unwanted obstacles.
Vader sighed, the breath coming out in it's usual drawn out style. Here he was, back at Naboo. He hadn't laid eye on it's blue and green surface in almost a year, he was a different person then. Everything had changed in that year. He wondered if she had changed. If she was down there, somewhere. Closing his eyes he reached out past the space that separated himself and his beloved. She was there, he could feel her. He brushed her emotions, sensing great grief and anger. Vader almost felt a need to hold her and ask her what was wrong, comfort her. Feel her warm, small body against his. Almost.
A new flood of emotions flared up, his senses were hot like fire. His eyes opened to see the captain's apparent uneasiness at the needed delay till preparation. He looked to the view screen to see why. A small ship was coming from the surface. His senses were alerted to the transport, not to those around him. A feel of familiarity radiated from the small shuttle.
Vader glanced at the captain who was still trying to get the ship set. There wouldn't be enough time, and there was something about the beings in that ship that was haunting.
"Captain.." Vader said not taking his eyes off the ship. "Send out the Fighters, and it better be quick. I want that ship in one piece."
He heard the man acknowledge him and then turn to a com to repeat the orders. Maybe this would buy them enough time to keep their guests around till the Triumphant could invite them in.
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Obi-Wan Kenobi's hand flew over the controls at the sight of the blockade. He was to late, they were here and no doubt had already spotted him. He felt an evil aboard the front ship. A familiar evil, an evil that had evolved into something more sinister. Anakin was on that ship, he probably already felt his old master, maybe even Luke.
Obi-Wan looked back and reached out, Luke was still sleeping silently on one of the provided beds. He hoped that any of his planned maneuvers wouldn't wake up the child.
He needed to clear the atmosphere before heading out. Open space was behind the fleet.
To the knight's surprise the fleet failed to fire on him, instead a small band of one-man fighters emerged from the first ship. His vessel was loaded with weapons but need another man to shoot from the rear guns.
He punched in commands referring to fire power, out of the corner of his eye a small trigger opened from a door. The reached out with his senses to the fighters, six of them surrounding his ship. Obi-Wan slowed his ship as the smaller vessels positioned themselves around the many angles of his fighter.
A voice came over the com requesting Obi-Wan to follow the small lead ship into tractor range of the fleet. The voice went on about supposedly why he was being taken aboard. Obi-Wan ignored him.
It would take quick thinking and strategy to get out of this mess. One man with one gun at hand taking on six Imperial fighter, and seven war-ships, the odds didn't look good. Obi-Wan smirked cockily, feeling like a teenager again he situated his hands above the needed controls.
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This is only the beginning of a series of chapters and books I have floating around in my imagination. The web-site dedicated to all those ideas in my head can be found at Frailty: An Alternate Star Wars Universe -Kenobi
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