I Remember
Obi-Wan Kenobi
I remember the way it used to be. Before the Empire blackened the galaxy with its deceit. Those days before this web of lies and coverups where spun weren't so bright either, with the war between the CIS and Republic raging on, destroying worlds, families, and ways of life, but it was better than this.
The way things used to be. The days when the Jedi were proud and stood as a symbol of peace, not as scheming murderers they make us out to be today. The days in the Temple enjoying the company of friends at home, and watching the HoloNet for news of others abroad. The constant threat of being called back into the hell of war was always present, but all of us were ready to volunteer when the time came. If it meant someone else got a few days rest, we were all willing to look out for each other. It was after all, our duty to protect the citizens of the Republic and win this war. A duty and honor we would hold forever, or so we thought.
My most treasured memory is of something against everything I had been taught and followed since birth. Well, close enough to birth. My love for Padme Amidala. Or Kenobi. Whichever you prefer. Loving someone when you're a Jedi is an extremely risky business, especially when you're married. How I pulled it off, I'll never know. Control and mind shields I suppose. All the sweet moments we had together and conversations we shared have all faded to memory now. Remembering those memorable events is the only thing I have left to hold onto here in the barren wastelands of Tatooine. All of the memories...her scent, the color of her eyes, the feel of her skin...
Now the days of the Republic have ended, the bright silhouettes of the Senate and Jedi Temple lie in ashes burned by the Emperor and his apprentice Darth Vader, formerly Anakin Skywalker, trying to hide what used to be a strong government for millenniums.
No one has forgotten the wonderful days of freedom and prosperity, they chose not to remember. Even thinking of such things could be an excuse for the Empire to lock you up. The memories are forgotten in our conscious minds, but the imprint of something that always seems to be forgotten is there. They only need something to remind them, to awaken that long lost feeling of happiness.
Luke and Leia are hidden safely away from the Emperor and most of the galaxy. Once they learn of their destinies and begin to carry them out, their spark will ignite the people's memories again, and they will rid the galaxy of this horrid tyranny. When the twins are older, there will be much to do. Now all that is left is to wait for them to grow up.
They all seem to have forgotten.
But I remember.