Rinse! Repeat?

by DownMemoryLane2017

There, alone, stood a figure. A boy yet an old man. Strong body unmarked by life's challenges, scarred soul reflecting far too many struggles. Or: Another Obi-Wan goes back in time story, finds himself in his teenage body on Melida/Daan and has to start all over again. Disclaimer: Wish and pray all I can and still Star Wars doesn't belong to me.

1. Chapter 1

Prologue

Passage from the journal of Ben Kenobi, 999 ARR (after Ruusan Reformation)

Yesterday the Force woke me with her sorrowful call. 17 years have gone by and still they won't quit. 17 years since the fall of the Republic, the massacre of the Jedi... 17 years since Anakin fell and Luke and Leia were born.

Vader keeps searching for me long after all others have decided such is a lost cause. And in his search he keeps finding those few of us still alive. Slaughtering all those that stand in his way.

Her screams are nothing new to me but I thought I'd heard the last of them a few years past after that business with Ahsoka, upon my death. I was wrong just I was wrong then to think I had finally found peace. But that was not to be and I was called back. My time has not yet come.

For long I believed I could take Luke as my apprentice, now… my body is breaking down, old wounds from the war have always been felt. This is true, but now I feel as if my age has doubled, my body has a hard time responding to my needs even with the help of the Force. I haven't left Tatooine since that fateful day, my body finally too broken down to do more than endure.

I am haunted by dreams of the past and visions of what is to come. I spend my days in meditation deepening my connection to the Force searching for answers, training those abilities still in my reach for my body allows little else. Long hours constructing holocrons – detailing techniques, abilities and knowledge erased by the Empire. I hope one day these will reach the right hands. I know I won't be the one passing them on, I have foreseen my death too many times to believe otherwise. I can only keep them hidden and protected until the time comes.

I have seen what is to come. My connection to the Unifying Force has always been strong and though I wasn't given to Force visions now they come to me every night. I have witnessed in many a prophetic dream the fall of the Empire, the struggles and loss and sacrifice needed to reach that point. I have also foreseen the fall of another Skywalker and new threats future generations will be hard pressed to face.

Yoda would advise caution and patience, but moths of constant visions are a clear warning and I feel it's right to make preparations.

I will accept my fate when it comes. Yet, I cannot fail Luke as I have failed his father.