I do not own Star Wars: George Lucas does
Chapter 1
Obi-Wan half- groaned, half-yelled as he rolled over. He was hurt in every single way that it was possible to be hurt. I have failed. Anakin is gone… Darth Vader is very much alive. His emotions were boiling with helpless rage, loss, disappointment, hurt, compassion, and love at the fact that Anakin had proven the Council right. Was I wrong in thinking that he was the Chosen One? Was Qui-Gon? What did we do wrong that led him down such an evil path?
His thoughts were interrupted as searing pain shot up his body again. Then he heard a familiar grunt. "Obi-Wan, alive you are." Obi-Wan grunted as it was all he felt capable of. He felt the Force move around him like a blanket and pick him up. Gently, Yoda slowly and carefully brought them both back up the slope and to the ship. Having arrived in a small ship, Yoda decided, along with Senator Organa, to take Padme's ship back to where a small fleet was waiting.
Once they reached the asteroid where they where hiding, Organa took Padme to the medical center and Yoda took Obi-Wan to the same. Obi-Wan's legs were half-gone. The other half was burned so badly it was kinder to amputate them. One hand was missing, and the entire rest of his body was covered in varying degrees of burns.
Organa stroked Padme's face as she lay there. "Ani…" She whispered over and over. Organa looked at Padme sadly. For one so beautiful, she was suffering too much. He wondered how she had managed to become like this. Yoda walked over to them. A medical droid came over to them.
"Medically, she's completely healthy. For reasons we cannot explain, we are losing her."
"She's dying?" Senator Organa exclaimed.
"We will have to operate quickly if we are to save the babies."
"Babies…"
"She's carrying twins." Organa looked at Yoda who looked full of loving sadness. Organa joined Padme as she gave birth. In his heart, he willed her to live.
Obi-Wan awoke feeling strange. Something about the way he was looking at the world. It was almost clearer than normal but everything had a slightly red hint, and reds were redder than normal. There was a gold rim around his eyes and his peripheral vision seemed to be gone. He sat up quickly not remembering that he was safe. "Anakin!" He flinched as he heard his voice, deeper than normal yet having a sound much like a droids. Why? He had yelled because he had an urge to call out to his would be brother and hope that somehow he would remember his roots.
"Gone, Anakin is. Safe, you are not. Failed, have we." Yoda said sadly next to him. Yoda being there somehow comforted Obi-Wan.
"Why?" Obi-Wan asked as he tried to feel his face. Yoda sighed.
"Find out for yourself, you must." Obi-Wan braced himself and looked down at his body. His legs, all machine, were as golden as C-3PO's. His torso and arms were covered the same. By looking at the rest of his body, he guessed his face was covered in a similar mask.
A strange feeling of tightening stretched around his lungs. He had never been one for tight places. He now felt as if his lungs were being encased and squeezed together. His breathing grew harsher.
I am a machine…