I Fell for Love

Chapter One

I failed. I failed Master Yoda, the Jedi Order, and the Republic. Everything was gone in the blink of an eye; I could do nothing against the Sith Lord that brought an end to everything I hold dear. Well almost everything. Sidious had won, no Palpatine had won. Anakin was just another pawn in his sick, twisted game, a tool of destruction and terror that could easily be replaced.

And I had come to terms with that, knowing that my choices from here on out could potentially backfire in the long run. Palpatine knows this and with every step closer I take beside Anakin, I take one step closer into the waiting embrace of the dark side.

I, Obi-wan Kenobi, no Lord Verrat now, will do anything in my power to protect Anakin. I will save him from the darkness even if it ends up costing me my own life.

I fell to the darkness for him, I fell for love, but I won't become a piece in Palpatine's game. It takes two to play dejarik. Even now as I march towards him with Anakin at my side, I can feel him probing my mind. The wicked, arrogant smile etched upon his face confirms my suspicions. He mocks me knowing there's nothing I can do to save my former Padawan.

But that's where he is wrong.

As I kneel beside Anakin, bowing my head before our Master, I can foresee something his arrogance blinds him too. Fear and oppression does not subjugate people, it makes them eager to be rid of it. I can feel it humming its oh-so-beautiful melody through the Force. There's a storm coming, this I'm sure of and when it hits Palpatine is going down with it whether it's by my hand or someone else's I could honestly care less.

Palpatine rises from his throne, "Rise Lord Vader and Verrat."

"The Trandoshans have been annihilated my Master, they won't be bothering the Wookies any time soon," said Vader, brushing his dark hair out of his face.

"Good, have you anything to add Lord Verrat?" sneered Palpatine.

"All of the Wookie villages have been secured by the 501st legion; there have been no fatalities in the freedom fighters' ranks. This is to maximize the workforce needed to finish the Death Star," reported Verrat, bile threatening to rise up at the mention of the terrible superweapon.

"Excellent," cackled Sidious, "I'll notify Tarkin of your successes."

"What is your bidding, my Master?" asked Vader.

"Imperial Intelligence has pinpointed the locations of two rogue Jedi. I want you both to pursue and eliminate them," ordered Sidious returning to his throne.

"As you wish," echoed Vader and Verrat in unison. Obi-wan followed Anakin back to their shuttle, eager to leave Coruscant.

The loading ramp lowered as they approached, their pilot waiting to greet them. "Imperial Intelligence has plugged in the coordinates into your interceptors' navicomputers back aboard the Star Destroyer," he informed them both.

"Thank you Lieutenant," said Obi-wan following Anakin into the main hold of the shuttle. The loading ramp sealed behind him with a hiss. Obi-wan sat beside Anakin as the engines roared to life. The pilot sealed the cockpit and prepped for takeoff, lowering the folded wings.

Anakin craned his neck gazing into Obi-wan's eyes warmly, the amber gleam of the dark side fading from them.

Obi-wan rested his hand on top of Anakin's giving it an affectionate squeeze. He placed the side of his face on Anakin's shoulder letting out a deep sigh.

"What?" asked Anakin, rubbing his shoulder.

"Nothing," replied Obi-wan, "I just wish it could always be like this."

"Me too," said Anakin after a moment kissing his cheek softly.

"What about Padme?" asked Obi-wan with more venom than he intended.

"What about her?" replied Anakin, not taking notice of the malice, "She made her choice I made mine."

"I guess things just had to work out this way," said Obi-wan in exasperation.

"The Force has its own plans for us," replied Anakin shrugging his shoulders.

"That sounds like something I'm supposed to say," laughed Obi-wan.

Anakin leaned forward, pressing his lips against Obi-wan's, his hand cupping the side of his face gently. Obi-wan felt warmth surge through him, warmer than the fires raging across Shola.

Over the last few weeks, they had shared many kisses like this. Such as their first kiss on Mustafar, when Obi-wan confessed the truth about everything to Anakin, a flood of images flashing through his mind. Only Anakin's passion confirmed that the real Anakin still existed beneath the façade known as Vader, only Obi-wan seemed able to bring him out.

Anakin broke the kiss as the shuttle slowed no doubt gliding into the Star Destroyer's hangar bay.

Obi-wan felt the shuttle shake slightly as the landing gear touched down and the wing's folded up. The landing ramp opened releasing a cloud of steam from the hydraulics.

Anakin marched down the ramp with Obi-wan in tow, paying no attention to the lines of stormtroopers saluting him.

Captain Piett stood at the end of the procession waiting for Verrat and Vader. He bowed his head in respect to both of the Sith Lords before gesturing towards their waiting Interceptors. "Imperial Intelligence has decided to brief you on the details of your mission on the way there," said Piett, moving aside as they approached.

"How kind of them," said Anakin dryly, he turned to Obi-wan his voice low enough for only him to hear, "See you soon."

He entered his jet-black Interceptor and warmed the engines up.

Obi-wan watched him glide out of the hangar bay and vanish in a flash, lost among the stars.

He climbed aboard his own interceptor and piloted it out of the hangar. The navicomputer automatically plotting the hyperspace jump. In a flash, the familiar blue streaks of hyperspace greeted him.

Obi-wan glanced down at the target on the screen, a stream of information on him flowing in Galactic Basic. "A rogue Jedi Knight by the name of Eren Cobalt," murmured Obi-wan to himself.

The room fell silent as Senator Bail Organa raised his hand for silence.

"Soon, we are going to have to find a new stronghold elsewhere. I suspect that Imperial Intelligence may think we're up to something," he began.

"Dantooine might be compromised?" asked Mon Motha.

"No but we can't be too sure. There are whispers throughout the Senate right now of our alliance," replied Bail, "Secrecy is our greatest ally."

"However, Ashoka Tano has graciously offered up a suitable location. Ashoka if you would?" asked Bail.

"I've discovered an abandoned Massassi temple we can use on Yavin IV during my research," announced Ashoka.

"That would work perfectly," replied Mon Motha with a warm smile, "It may turn out to be small in size, but the jungle will provide cover for our forces from wandering probe droids."

"I have another objective to propose," said Bail, "We need to round up as much of the surviving Jedi as possible, or any other Force users, and we'll need them to eventually make a stand against the Emperor."

"That's going to be an extremely difficult task. If any Jedi survived Order 66, they went straight into hiding," interrupted Ashoka.

"There have been reports of many rogue Jedi across many star systems," insisted Mon Motha.

"And Vader is picking them off one by one as we speak," snapped Ashoka irritably.

"Then we have to do our best to protect who we can," said Bail gently knowing they were encroaching on a touchy subject with Ashoka.

"Of course," said Ashoka, "but to do that we need to focus on the source of the problem, Vader."

"Despite the fact that I know you can hold your own against Vader Ashoka, you're too valuable of an asset to lose," said Mon Motha.

"What good am I sitting around here on Dantooine; I need to get out in the fray with the others."

"Whatever you may believe, there's no open conflict against the Empire at the moment. We're not ready to make a stand against the Imperial Navy for that," cut in Garm Bel Ibis.

"Then we need to maximize our efforts to build a strong fighting force instead of chasing after rumors," protested Ashoka.

"As much as I agree with you Ashoka," began Bail, "We still have to make an effort to rescue Jedi as high as a priority as that."

Ashoka opened her mouth to argue, "However, the Bothans have informed us that a Jedi Master may possibly be taking refuge on Felucia, they believe it's Master Shaak Ti."

"If the Bothans know, then Imperial Intelligence will find out soon enough," said Ashoka.

"I'm going to investigate the allegations after this meeting," said Bail.

"Take me with you, it could be a trap. Besides, Felucia is dangerous for a Senator to be wandering around on his own," said Ashoka.

Bail nodded in agreement. "Now is there anything more to discuss?" he asked of everyone.

Silence greeted him, "Then I declare this meeting adjourned," announced Bail sweeping from the room.

Ashoka followed him to his ship ignoring the curious stares of passerby in the corridors of the underground base.

The roar of Bail's starship greeted her ears as they approached.

"I had my pilot get her fired up so we could leave at once," bellowed Bail over the roar of the engines.

"Good, because we might not have much time," said Ashoka worried.

Anakin's interceptor glided down through the skies of Onderon towards Iziz. Memories from long ago returning to him. He shook them off, now was not the time for nostalgia. He brought his cowl up to cover his features, his saber hanging from his waist.

He brought his Interceptor in for a landing and stalked through the security checkpoint unopposed by the local militia, not bothering to card him for a visa.

The marketplace was crowded with merchants hawking goods to anyone passing by. He passed the Royal Palace by entirely, knowing that the Imperial Governor wasn't as foolish as to shelter rogue Jedi from the Empire.

Vader gazed uncertainly at the cantina, and decided to try his luck. He passed the bouncers easily, both of them remaining mute as he approached.

His amber gaze swept the cantina coldly, searching for any sign of his target. Vader smiled spotting him sitting with his back turned to the front door. Vader concealed his presence in the Force and approached from behind silently, revealing his presence to the rogue at the last possible moment.

"Fyren Jaeger," said Vader coldly.

"Anakin Skywalker, no sorry, Lord Vader," replied Fyren taking another sip of his drink.

Vader's hilt flew into his grasp the moment, Fyren kicked his chair out at him. Vader stopped it with the Force and hurled it at him viciously. Fyren rolled aside and the chair crushed a passing bartender droid.

Fyren's emerald green blade, flashed into existence. Patrons quickly cleared the area around them not wanting to be caught in their fight.

Fyren let out a yell, and leapt through the air slashing for Vader's chest. Vader sidestepped and deflected another strike by him slamming his right foot into his chest sending him staggering backwards.

Fyren continued his onslaught undeterred, "You've lost your touch," crowed Vader easily blocking several more strikes

"At least I don't have blood on my hands like you," said Fyren scowling, "You betrayed your family, your order!"

"No, I destroyed a group of radicals threatening to shatter the newfound peace by staging a coup against Chancellor Palpatine," replied Vader dismissively.

"If that's what you believe, than you really are lost," said Fyren disappointed.

Vader replied to this with a slash at his waist, a feint for his head, and brought his saber back around to cleave through the man's left forearm.

Fyren screamed in agony and shock, "Your saber skills are pathetic, and you call yourself a Jedi Master," spat Vader in disgust.

"At least, I still can myself a Jedi, you traitorous whelp," snarled Fyren from behind the pain, clutching his left hand.

"Enough," said Vader clenching his left hand together into a fist. Fyren's feet lifted from the ground and his right hand flew to his throat as the air drained from his lungs in an instant. Fyren kicked and struggled against Vader's iron hold. Vader clenched his fingers together applying maximum pressure. Fyren's life ended as every bone in his neck snapped at once with a sickening crunch.

Vader let Fyren's corpse fall onto his table sending his glass flying off to smash into hundreds of glittering pieces. He scooped up his fallen lightsaber and hooked it to his belt and swept from the cantina ignoring the patrons frozen in fear as he passed.

He returned to the spaceport as the local militia raced towards the cantina. He departed from the spaceport in his interceptor and tore through the skies of Onderon. The Emperor's flickering cloaked form suddenly appeared projected from his holocommunicator. "Is the Jedi dead, Lord Vader?" drawled Palpatine.

"Jedi Master Jaeger is dead," announced Vader holding up his saber hilt as evidence.

"Good," replied Sidious, "Maybe Verrat will have a successful hunt as well."

"He will, my Master, I can feel it," answered Vader.

"You put too much faith in your former Master," crowed Sidious.

"Not faith, confidence," replied Vader as the Emperor's form vanished.

"I know he'll return to me," said Vader calmly, plotting the return course to Coruscant.

A/N: Well that's a fantastic start to my new AniObi fanfic. I honestly didn't think I had it in me. Well let's hear what you think. Feel free to drop a review please; it inspires me to keep going.

I'll try to update a lot quicker than I normally do because I'm really excited about this story and I rewrote the first chapter six times O-O

I'm going to update Love and War tomorrow and try to take a crack at Forevermore, but I doubt it. I might just put it on Hiatus so I can keep the ball rolling with this. I've always liked the idea of a Darth Kenobi and I wanted to create a great plot for this one so people aren't just there for the amazing smutty scenes :P

Enough of my rambling, awayyyyyy! *flies away on a giant warrior Nyan cat*

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