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Chapter One
Obi-Wan leaned against the wall of the improvised gym and watched Luke who had just disarmed Leia. She stumbled backwards and fell. The young man held his glowing, blue saber near to her chest. 'Ha!', he exclaimed grinning, 'I've beaten you once again, sister of mine!' 'I know, I know', Leia scowled struggling to stand up. 'That was utter luck', she added challengingly. Luke's grin widened. 'If you're so keen on loosing', he said, feigning indifference and fell back into a fighting stance. Leia called her saber back into her hand using the force and skillfully parried Luke's attack.
Every time Obi-Wan saw the siblings fight, he was overcome by a strange emotion. He knew that those two were only mock fighting and doing it for fun. To distract themselves from the harsh day-to-day-life they had as rebels. To distract themselves (even though it was only for a short amount of time) from the constantly present death threat. They were aware of the fact that the empire could make an onslaught any time, any day. They were aware of the fact that the rebels would have to bow to the empire's superior weapons and number in soldiers, if their hiding place were to be discovered. When Obi-Wan observed Luke and Leia fight, he was always reminded of his own past. Of his best friend. His Brother. Of Anakin.
A river of molten lava. Two blue lightsabers colliding. Desperation. Rage. Melancholy. Fear. 'This is the end for you, my master.'
'Obi-Wan? Hey, I'm talking to you', a voice interrupted his thoughts abruptly. Leia stood in front of him, next to her Luke. 'Is everything ok?', the latter asked the jedi master. 'Yes…', replied Obi-Wan still somewhat stunned and added a little more lively: 'What is it?' Leia answered: 'Mother wants to talk to you. She said it's very important.'
Vader stood on one of the balconies high above the enormous plaza on which thousands of clone soldiers were preparing for the next battle. He loved the emotions which he could sense before a fight. The dread and despair of his subordinates excited him in a strange manner. Only shortly before and during the fight he felt alive. As if his heart throbbed by its own means once again. The rest of his life (Could you still call it that?) consisted of dark shadows and pain. He hadn't lived since…No! Not again. Why did he always recall everything in detail? Why couldn't he just forget? Maybe it was because he would be meeting his old master soon. The empire wouldn't attack the rebels. The rebels would come to them. The bait had been laid out. The soldiers had positioned themselves. The perfect trap. And Vader was determined to deliver the same amount of pain to his old master as he himself had had to suffer through.
Obi-Wan entered the conference room. The rebel leaders had gathered around a round wooden table and were discussing noisily. Next to senator Organa and Mon Mothma, Obi-Wan spotted Padmé. He saw weariness and sadness on her face. Twelve years of war had changed her delicate features and for a moment Obi-Wan was overcome by the strongest feelings of guilt he had had in a long time. When Padmé noticed him, she gave him a smile. However, it was not a real one and Obi-Wan knew that. He couldn't recall the last time she had truly smiled. Not since…
'You wanted to talk to me, senator', Obi-Wan cut his uncomfortable thoughts short. The room fell silent. 'Yes', said Padmé and looked Obi-Wan in the eyes. 'I have called you, because I am in need of your help', she added and the jedi master had a queasy feeling about it. 'The construction of the Death Star progresses fast. We have to act now, if we want to prevent this deadly weapon's completion', Mon Mothma explained. 'Yesterday a great shipping of building parts arrived at a storage facility on Utapau. Tomorrow at noon they are scheduled for transportation to the Death Star.
'If we are able to blast that storage facility, it would slow down the Death Star's finalization and the empire would be weakened; at least for some time', Padmé illuminated the plan further. 'Reaching Utapau will not be a problem. Flight control is barely existent', she continued. Suddenly, Obi-Wan knew what would follow. The senator spoke: 'The only problem is that Papaltine's favorite pet is keeping watch on the facility.' The disgust and hate which resonated in Padmé's voice caused Obi-Wan to shudder. 'If you help us, Master Kenobi, we would have a chance. Only you can stand up against Vader', Mon Mothma pleaded. Obi-Wan lowered his head. It seemed as if he had to face up to his old friend earlier than he had thought. 'We will attack tonight', Padmé decided and rose. The other rebels murmured their agreement and left the room. Only Obi-Wan stayed back and tried to seize control of his emotions to no avail.