Sorry if this is still the wrong place.
Anyways, this is going to be my first multi-chapter story on fanfiction! CUE THE NAIVE PROMISE ABOUT UPDATES!
I will try to update at least once a week.
(Let's see how long this lasts)
This story begins at the very end of Revenge of the Sith (Sorry Veritas1995. Here it happened.) The Lawless occurred differently, which I will probably explain in the not-so-near future. Sadly, the Wrong Jedi did happen. Don't worry, Ahsoka's a main character.
On that note, I indicated the main recurring characters of this series in the summary (Yoda, Bo-Katan, Obi-Wan, Satine, Lux, and Ahsoka) I will edit the character tags for each individual chapter. (Just warning you.)
Thank you to all of the people who read or reviewed my other stories. This couldn't have happened without you!
Happy reading!
Chapter 1. The Beginning
Everything you know to be true is false.
Is it sad, Obi-Wan wondered, when this is the sole recurring thought that governs your very existence? It seems like such an outlandish thing to happen, so improbable that no one would even consider it. And yet… I can safely say that the improbable, the outlandish, and the shocking have reigned over the past few hours of my life. I have reached that point.
Obi-Wan had left his head bowed, the pain bearing down on him with the force of gravity. The unmistakable obstacle of denial had captivated his attention, leaving the voices of his companions to weave through his thoughts, netting his awareness but falling short of his comprehension.
"Sorry." He abandoned the battle within, his exhausted mind searching for a distraction. "What were you saying?"
Master Yoda raised an eyebrow at him. "Discussing our fate, we were. Move into hiding, we must."
"No!"
The word was flung from Obi-Wan's mouth before he could weigh the ramifications of what he was about to say. He immediately regretted his outburst, but this needed to be said. The tip of the pain had clarified his outlook, writing an alternative in a fiery brand.
"If we go into hiding, then we leave the universe defenseless. We are the only ones who can stand up to this new Empire! If there is a rebellion, or at the very least a countering force, they will undoubtedly be crushed by Vader and the Empire. We are uniquely suited to resist! I know Vader- or rather, the man he used to be- like the back of my hand. I can predict his every move. Master Yoda is regarded with the most renown of any Jedi Master of the age. And Bail has a full planet of resources ready for use, and the political influence to help start a movement. We are the only ones who can stop this! We can't back down now!" Bail and Yoda momentarliy froze, shocked by Obi-Wan's sudden onslaught of passion and enthusiasm.
"Fight him, we cannot. A never-ending army, he has. No chance do we stand."
"But if we don't, who will? Vader will crush all the opposition, and hunt us down and kill us then. I'd much prefer to die leading resistance then hiding from my former padawan!" Obi-Wan's jab momentarily silenced Yoda.
"Well, let's say we do try this. Let's try your plan. I just want to point out that there are only three of us. Even with our combined power, we are two fugitives and one politician. There isn't much we can accomplish." Bail calmly offered his open assessment.
"No." Obi-Wan's successful diversion unlocked a rare smile. "That's why we assemble our team."
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"So you are looking to start a mutiny, and this is the first place you come to enlist others?" Amusement tugged at the corners of her lips, threatening to erupt into a smile.
"Can you at least listen before you say no?" Obi-Wan tilted his head in an imploring look.
"Oh, please do continue. I am intrigued." Curiosity arched Satine's eyebrow.
"Turned to the dark side, young Skywalker has." Yoda's matter of fact explanation paved the conversation. "Started an empire, he has."
"Ah, yes. I heard about that. I thought it only applied to the Republic?"
"Vader is on the move. He wants to control the universe. And he has the military power to do it." Bail explained.
Satine pitched an exhausted breath, massaging her face with her palms. "That is most definitely not good."
"Leave the universe at his mercy, we cannot." Yoda piped up. "Correct, Master Kenobi is. Our faults that this happened, it is. Allow ourselves to be controlled by Vader, we cannot."
"Logically, the best person to start a rebellion now is a person with no ties to the Republic or Separatists, who was never hoodwinked by Palpatine, and who has substantial amounts of influence." Obi-Wan compiled.
"You flatter me, Kenobi." Satine's soft smile drew her hands from her face, instead opting to rest her forearms on the crystalline table. "Hypothetically, of course, how would we go about creating a rebellion?"
"We could gather old allies," Bail said. "Or old enemies. Without the restrictions of the Clone Wars, we have so many options. There are probably plenty of people who would join us, then we would fight the Empire."
Satine's teeth gripped her lip in a display of uncertainty, and Obi-Wan immediately caught on to her train of thought. It would be hypocritical of her to spearhead a military operation, especially as one of the few leaders carried over from the era of the Clone Wars. For her to lose her identity in the face of new conflict…
"Of course, the literal fighting would be controlled by Master Yoda and I. We need you and Bail mostly for the other aspects. Negotiations, economics, propaganda, leadership…" Obi-Wan's careful reassurance hung in the air.
Satine mounted her chin on her fist thoughtfully. "I know someone else who could help us with the military aspect, and you are a fine negotiator yourself. This does have some potential."
"So is that a yes?" Obi-Wan urged. "Will you help us?"
Satine braced herself for the choice she knew she would make. Of course she would help them. Her leaving the galaxy to be terrorized by the Sith and Empire was practically her affirmation of their methods. With these allies, she could make a difference. They could do this- they could succeed- together.
"Yes." Satine's decision hardened into a promise. "We're going to form a rebellion."
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Satine's gaze flitted to the shadow of her fist on the door, her plans casting a blinding ray of urgency on her knock. It was her duty to dispel the professional boundaries currently constraining her and Obi-Wan, to clear the foggy charade.
"Obi-Wan?"
The door slid aside, leaving Obi-Wan's reassuring grin in its place. "I was wondering when you would stop by."
His gaze melted, flowing across her features. "I missed you."
"Missed is an understatement." Satine hung her legs over the side of his bed, numbly hugging herself as memories arranged themselves in the present. Missed, indeed. She would have been glad to simply miss him, especially considering yesterday.
With only news of a disaster at the Jedi Temple, and a mass genocide of the Jedi, Satine was completely certain that Obi-Wan had died. Oh, there was that nagging suspicion that he had lived, but she had dismissed it as more of a hope than an expectation. The guilt submerged her, drowning her resolve in its branches. Remorse, at not trying harder to get close to him. Regret, for the distance there always was between them. Crushing her with the root realization that she could never, ever see the man she loved again.
"Satine?" Concern forced tremors into Obi-Wan's voice, his arm tentatively fastening around her. "Is everything all right?"
Satine then noticed the tears snaking down her face, their salty trails driving cracks into her flashback. "It's just that… I thought you were dead yesterday. And…I was just remembering what I was thinking, and…"
Obi-Wan's arm tugged her farther into his embrace. "I'm sorry. You never should have been put through anything like this."
Satine manifested her appreciation in a simple nod. "It's also that I just realized… nearly nothing we recognize as part of our lives is still standing. No Republic, no Separatists, no war, no Jedi. The world has just come crashing down."
"We're simply some of the few left standing."
Satine rubbed the backs of her hands across her face, stirring her tears into a memory. "At least we have each other."
"What do you mean?" Obi-Wan's need for clarification surfaced quickly.
Satine's heart allowed her a soft smile as she drew back slightly. "Well, you haven't thought this through at all. I ask you: What happens without a Jedi Order?"
"There are no Jedi?" Obi-Wan's haphazard guess sparked an avalanche of thoughts. "But then I wouldn't be a Jedi. And you-" The realization released a small gasp.
"I no longer have to follow the Jedi Code."
Satine sported a gigantic grin now, breathless at the new dawn of their relationship.
Obi-Wan's eyes locked her into place, melting with emotion. "You know, I really should have told you the moment we met."
"I love you, Satine."
"I love you too, Obi-Wan."
Both of them were grinning now, tears of joy casting reflections of Obi-Wan in Satine's eyes. They were simply overwhelmed with the slight, intoxicating fact: They could be together. There was no code. Nobody telling them no. Just them, and what they wanted.
His vision and thoughts secured on Satine, Obi-Wan surrendered to his instincts, eagerly pulling him into her embrace.
Then, within inches of the dream he had drawn as a padawan, Obi-Wan's mind was suddenly illuminated by a gnawing fear. The dilution of his affection alerted him to how Satine's legs were heaped on top of his own, her fingers interlocking at his orderly auburn locks at the back of his head.
"No." He hastily erased their union, frantically scrubbing out the taste of passion. Obi-Wan returned to his original position, regret coloring his fear.
"Old habits die hard." He guided the question flickering in Satine's eyes. "I-I just need time."
"It's far easier to thaw than it is to freeze." Satine's words ducked into his isolation.
"No. Not easier. It just demands less time."
I love Obitine. OTP and all... You probably guessed with my name... And don't worry about the romance. I'll make them kiss at some point.
Sorry about my demented-looking TIE Fighters []o[]. Fanfiction won't let me put my signature ones in... (They symbolize the passing of time, in case you didn't infer that.)
Next chapter should appear soon, starring some light Luxoka. Thanks for reading! HAPPY END OF THANKSGIVING BREAK! Haha, no. I need another week... ;-;
*Laugh Until You Obitine Out*