I can help you save your family...
A fight, a lightsaber, a wound, he wants to heal him, but it's against the code, death must be accepted as entrance into the Force.
He need not die so young... His whole life will have been a waste
A vision of death, destruction, loss.
You have worked this whole time to protect him, and you are willing to give him up now?
"Stop- stop it!"
If you leave, he will suffer needlessly. Like others have...
You are willing to let him go?
A shadow of a man stood in front of the place he had called home for so long. Memories filtered through his brain.
You have not trusted them lately, have you? They have so much power, you have seen well that power corrupts even the best of us. Just ask Count Dooku. He was a very respected Jedi, was he not? Everyone has a dark side in them somewhere...
His black hood was pulled low over his face. Orange-yellow eyes burned in its depths.
Have you heard the tragedy of Darth Plagueis?
He can save his family now. The only ones that ever mattered. He felt the dark power coursing through his very being. The Jedi were traitors to the Republic, to democracy. They had tried to assassinate the Chancellor.I'm too weak, help me... They would have to go first. Then his family would be saved from his terrible visions. Padme, sweet Padme, death during childbirth. And his brother, the blaster bolt.
Do what must be done, Lord Vader. Do not hesitate, show no mercy. Yes, Master...
As he marched up the steps, a feral grin appeared on his face. He Force-pushed a near statue, just for the fun of it. It cracked and collapsed onto the boulevard. The Dark Side swirled in his he reached the top, he ignited his lightsaber, a dissatisfying shade of blue. He silently laughed as the line of Masters flinched just a pulled his hood back and relished the gasps as the Jedi realized just who their attacker was. Their hero, come to save them.
Oh yes, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Dark Lord of the Sith was ready to kill.