AN: So, this is my very first fic. I recently read a fic about Obi-Wan as a Sith
and found it to be very entertaining. I decided that I really liked that version of him
and wanted to try my hand at writing something like that. I will try and update as
often as possible. I have some ideas for the first several chapters, but we'll see
where the story decides to go after that. Reviews and constructive criticism
are welcome. I hope you enjoy it!
Choices. It seemed that he had always been faced with them. He only had a few seconds left, he knew that. He was faced with a diverging path in front of him. He had to make his choice and he had to make it soon. It was a choice that could change everything from here on out. The Force, it seemed, had a sense of humor this time. It had provided him with a fork in the road of his life that he didn't want, and he didn't know what to do.
From as early as he could remember he had always known which decision he should make when faced with choice. It was almost always easy for him. He knew there was always another option, but he also knew that it was the wrong one each time. This time it was different. This time the choice was... hard. The fork in the road led to two very different paths. Two very different outcomes, of that he was sure.
Looking back at what had happened the last several days and watching what was happening in front of him, he suddenly knew. With a clarity he had never before had and a surety that this was the right path, he made his decision. As he embraced his choice, he had to wonder- was this where the Force was always leading him?
It seemed strange to him that the force would lead him here. Why would it do that? Why would the Force compel him to make this decision? Why would it move him in this direction? He just didn't understand. It was almost an unfathomable thought that the Force would lead him down this road. It had always been his friend, his ally, his companion in life. Whenever he didn't understand what he was to do or where he should go, he looked to the Force and found his answer. Sometimes it was not as clear as he wanted it to be, but always he felt a pull in a certain direction and knew what he should do.
This time it was different. As he looked to the Force, he still felt a pull. He just didn't understand why it would pull him in this direction. This was an unknown path to him. This was a path he had never before walked. This was a path he had honestly never planned to, or even wanted to, walk. To be honest, he didn't know of anyone that ever planned to walk this path. He didn't even KNOW anyone that walked this path. He knew there were others that had in the past, but he didn't know who they were. He didn't know where this path would lead, but he would nevertheless continue to trust in the Force.
The decision was made. The choice embraced. He didn't know where it would lead from here, but he was not afraid. He raised his eyebrows. That knowledge surprised him. He thought he would be afraid. He should be afraid. He should be terrified, scared, and all those other emotions that should be there when making this choice and walking this path; but he wasn't. He was calm. He was strong. He was ready.
He was ready?! How could he be ready. How could anyone be ready for this path, this choice? He smirked. That had to be the dumbest thought he had had yet. And mind you, there had been a lot of dumb thoughts lately, but that one definitely ranked right up there at the top. He could probably write a book from all the dumb thoughts he had through the years. He wondered if it would be a best seller? He smirked again. Probably not after this.
He knew there was just a few seconds left. Could he still change his path he wondered? Maybe. He didn't know. He supposed someone could help him if he asked. But then again, did he want to? He had made this decision. He had chosen this, had embraced it, and it was exhilarating. It was something he had never felt before and he was loving it. It was something new and exciting. He rested in the knowledge that even if he could, he didn't want to change from this new course that the Force had led him to.
As he stood there, ready for what he knew was coming, he realized that time had almost seemed to slow down. He was able to think through all these things, look at what had led him to this point. He was able to look at the decisions and choices that he had made through the years, and especially in the last few days, and acknowledged that each one had been leading him to this moment. He idly wondered if things could have possibly been any different if he had made a different choice, but he didn't think so. The Force wouldn't do that to him. It had always been leading him to this decision. And he accepted that.
His time was almost up. He was ready. In front of him was the reason for the choice he was forced to make. The reason that his path he walked had come to a fork and now he was being made to choose. There was no going back from this for him. He would try to hide his choice from his friends, though, he decided. There were many advantages to doing this he quickly realized. Maybe he would be able to find more information to help him understand his choice and what the future could entail for him. Maybe he could even find some information that would help him locate the person he knew would be able to help him understand. He knew they were out there.
Suddenly he realized that he was worried someone would be able to tell. What if they could see it in the security feed that he had made this choice. Would people notice that he had made this decision; embraced this choice; chosen this path? He wondered if there was anything he could do to the cameras, but he didn't think so. He knew that to try and disable them in any way would take precious seconds that he didn't have. He would just have to live with the consequences of his choice if people noticed.
What would they do to him when he got back, he wondered? If he even made it back. He knew that it was not a sure thing. He was not going to delude himself that this would be an easy victory. It was going to be hard. And quite painful, of that he was sure. He wondered if he would be promoted if he made it back alive. That is, if they couldn't tell he was different.
He narrowed his eyes at his adversary. His precious few seconds were up and the energy barrier in front of him was opening. He had embraced his choice and welcomed it into him. The strength was amazing. The fear was non-existent. The power he felt surge through him almost knocked him over as he leaped forward. He knew he was different from when the barrier had closed in front of him moments before and he welcomed the change. He was a force to be reckoned with and he would not lose. His battle had begun.