Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, settings etc – George Lucas does, I just like writing about Star Wars, I'm not qualified to direct films yet (funnily enough).
Author's Note: The first chapter of my first try at Fan fiction. This is literally just testing the water – there's much more to come; oh and don't expect a happy ending…..Please read and review, be completely honest otherwise I won't improve, which is the whole point of this site!
Star Wars Episode Three – The Rise of the Empire
An abrupt bang met C-3PO's ears as he tended to a broken security druid. Anakin Skywalker stormed through the hallway with a face set in stone.
"Master Anakin, might I imply-
"No you may not!" barked the infuriated young man. He continued to march along the hallway until he reached his private room at the end and promptly slammed the door with a deafening thud.
"Oh dear", remarked a puzzled C-3PO, continuing with the task at hand.
Anakin stood behind the door still breathing heavily and shaking with rage. He had not felt like this since his mother's death six months ago, at the hands of the Tusken Raiders. His chest burnt with raw emotion, and he slammed his clenched fist into the back of the door with frustration. He felt physically sick at the thought of what Padme had just said to him. He had risked everything so he could be with her, his future as a Jedi – his ambition to become the greatest of them all, everything his mother had died for when he had been freed ten years ago. Her death had been in vain – his sacrifices clearly meant nothing to Padme, and this filled him with anger, burning anger that sucked the breath out of him. He hated himself, he had been taken in by her, led around blindly like the slave he had been all those years ago. Worst of all he had become so emotionally attached to her that she still had a huge hold over him- no matter how much he tried to forget his feelings for her.
Anakin slid to the floor with a cry of anguish.
"Come on Anakin – pull yourself together", he muttered under his breath as he attempted to calm himself. He could hear Obi-Wan scolding him now as he always did so sternly – "A Jedi must control their emotions or they will lead you astray – even to the Dark Side. You must listen Anakin if you are ever to face the trials".
"I am trying Master, I am trying", he could hear himself reply.
His relationship with Obi-Wan was hard to explain. He thought of him as the father he had never had, but at the same time he felt irritated at the way he was treated. He hardly let him out of his sight for more than a few minutes – it was like he didn't trust him to act sensibly. And this hurt Anakin because he had a great deal of trust in his master, more so than anyone except perhaps Padme, who had now abused his trust.
Right from the moment he had stepped into the Jedi Temple when he was just eight years old he had felt like an outsider. The Jedi Councils' eyes had bore into him, searching his every cell for any sign of a weakness, any flicker of emotion that would cast doubts in their minds. The only reason he had been accepted was because of Qui-Gon's dying wish that he should be trained. If it hadn't been for the old Jedi's belief in him, he would be back with his mother right now, running around after Watto in his spare parts shop like nothing had ever happened. He felt like some sort of experiment or project that they were all betting on, betting on when he would prove the Council's initial decision right – that he should not have been trained. He had merely been a burden that they had to deal with quickly, thus his quick assignment to Obi-Wan – nobody else wanted him.
But even Obi-Wan constantly doubted him, he had shown that when he was given his first solo assignment. He knew in his heart that he was ready for the trials, and as Palpatine had told him, that he had the potential to become more powerful than even Yoda himself. He would not let his mother's death be for nothing, he would become the greatest if it killed him.
Just then a flash of brilliant light caught his eye, and he jerked his head up to see the hologram of Obi-Wan looking down on him.
"Anakin, we have been assigned a mission to the system of Geonoisis to investigate reports of a disturbance by the locals. We have not yet identified what this "disturbance" is, but there are suggestions that involves Dooku and the Sith in some form. Your rendezvous point is here with me tonight at approximately eleven and thirty hours, on the Coruscant Jedi landing platform. Travel lightly and do not make any stops on the way, I have a feeling that this is urgent – oh and Anakin try not to bring attention to yourself, as hard as that might seem. May the force be with you". The hologram faded to nothing, and Anakin was left alone again.
"May the force be with you too Master", he replied automatically. As he walked down the hallway taking long and powerful strides, he pondered whether to let Padme know where he was going. He decided against it and instead leapt nimbly into his speeder to prepare for his short journey to Coruscant.