Notes: Hey, sorry I took so long in updating this. There is no excuse but to say that I'm a piece of human garbage (but who isn't?) Anyway, I have watched the Last Jedi now, so there's that. There will be no spoilers for that here, expect in many the later chapters. To make up for the lack of updates this is longer than before, so yeah enjoy.

Disclaimer: Nothing here belongs to me, just the imagination.


The Point Of Stress -II

The binary suns of Tatooine are brothers

One ran and the other seeks revenge

an old tale, spoken by the old tounges of forgotten heroes.


Obi-wan was sure that the medics wanted to kill him, ironically.

Becuase they said, that he wasn't having enough sleep or enough nutritions his system. It wasn't that Obi-wan wanted to objectively worsen his health or make a burden of himself, but now isn't the time to take care of himself. This causes them to, momentarily, cause Obi-wan hell.

The medical facility, that he knew Anakin would join him soon enough, didn't seem to have enough space. The room was wide and open, but the claustrophobic feeling wasn't washed away. Medical supplies are desperately needed for a crucial Republic battlefront. That was the point that would lead both Padawan Barriss Offee and Ahsoka to escort the medical frigate to its destination. Which was here. But Obi-wan isn't stupid, he knows of what Ahsoka told her of the journey.

He didn't want that to happen again because lives would be lost if he didn't speak up. And if he did, what would he say? Oh, I had a very bad vision!

He was starting to regret not telling anyone. Should he tell someone now? Or wait until the dust, somewhat, settled and then tell someone? He leaned back into the stiff cushion, better than what he had in Tatooine, Well, if everything turns out fine, thought Obi-wan, then they won't throw me immediately into the mind healers and get a few words out before they decided I'm crazy.

Which he wasn't judgemental about because Obi-wan knew he a few dark places in his isolated mind, a few two decades alone in Tatooine would do that to a person. Obi-wan needed to take a breath. And take things slowly.

Then everything happened far too quickly, being shipped off to the ground, remembering the runaway General, the two padawans. Looking at Ahsoka now, so young and full of life, was too painful at times.( And when did her voice sounded so young? Too young for war, too young for what will happen

Geonosis reminded him of Tatooine, of course, the sand is too thick and the texture and color is wrong, but the sheer sense of never-ending hills took him back. He wondered what Anakin was feeling.

(He secretly wondered if he can kill Poggle the Lesser himself as he is forced to deal with more sand.)

The clones troopers too were having a hard time getting through the storm, he had to physically stop himself from screaming or flinching every time they got too close. (He considered an accomplishment he didn't flinch three times in a row when they were first paired off.)

Leading the mission to destroy a droid factory on Geonosis is easy enough. Sending padawans to destroy the factory? Easy. What wasn't easy is dealing with Anakin. At every turn and corner, he was there and it adds to the very heavy weight of failure on his shoulders.

But now he had other problems to deal with and to focus now.

Unfortunately, the nightmare known as Anakin Skywalker walks into the picture, and he knew right there that the Force had it out for him.

"Hey, Master I hope you're feeling better because this will get ugly soon!"

Obi-wan had for all honestly completely forgotten the indestructible super tanks. Tall, imposing and there to kill them.

Joy.

But if Obi-wan had one thing that could surpass anything is his skills to act as a decoy. He just hoped everything passes smoothly and he doesn't have too much of a headache when he's done with all of this.


"Damn it!" Obi-wan wanted to punch something so hard. He didn't want to go through all of this again. The bugs were picking off clones and the tanks were blocking their plan, the padawans, hopefully, were going according to plan.

Because if he wants to he and Anakin can go through the scary cave and act surprised when all clone troopers start dying and they find a huge fat queen bug. The Force really was out to get him.


"Maybe Anakin we shouldn't just Waltz in, and take a good action plan," Obi-wan whispers as he crouched silently looking at the Queen. Was she really that fat, and ugly as he remembered? "And we can't put Master Luminara Unduli in danger!"

"C'mon Master where is your sense of adventure?" Whispering like younglings in enemy territory wasn't uncommon, but now he really just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up to deal with everything.

"Ok, here's the plan."


The steady rhythm of the ship steadies him as he walked through the halls. A vast comparison to what happened in Geonosis. Anakin is still there and sometimes he feared that one day he would wake up and everything will go to hell.

That he didn't even have a chance to change anything.

Walking through the door, the walls unclenched and the pressure holding down his lungs evaporated. He is safe. Just for now.

He was too tired. Tired of playing the loops of time, as he paraded and pretended that he didn't know what was going to happen. Then he would magically come up with some clever plan that would save more clones, more Jedi, and keep Anakin away from the darkness.

But it is not enough. He had to help Anakin overcome the darkness within, not only from those out in the galaxy. He just needs time. But with all of that, he is still alive and still breathing so he will save the galaxy. But he needed to meditate on that.

Stating down that he was to meditate is easier said than done.


Meditation

Hello Master, I haven't . . . done this in a while. Technically I haven't done this in years, but that isn't why I'm doing this now. I hope you can hear me, not hiding like those old days in Tatooine.

Today was . . . interesting. It is strange to see so muchlife, and light in the Galaxy. All those years in Tatooine haven't done well for my mental health. Is it bad for me to wince every time I look into the Force? Have I really been that cynical, spending that much time in darkness, that I have forgotten what the Light looks like? Anakin and Ahsoka, they are so full of it, Master.

Really, if I haven't gone into battle just a couple of hours ago, with two padawans on some risky mission. All things aside, it was exposing being on the battlefield again. It took some time to. . . Adjust being surrounded by people again.

Especially if those people, you remember, quite vividly being dead.

I wonder now, all years passed, of what became of Annileen Calwell and her children. My best years in Tatooine were bearable thanks to her. She would have been in Alderaan when it exploded. Hopefully, she would have a better chance this time around.

Anakin, he . . . How to describe him?

Too much light, and here I thought the Jedi were full of it, looking at him is like looking at the Tatooine suns!

But thinking of the possible future, the pain, the sorrow, and the suffering. I have to talk to someone about it. I don't know who, or when. It's slowly killing me, and I know I won't change everything, but maybe you can guide me like you said, but I don't know what to do, or—

No, I must not think like that.

. . . I do apologize, but I think I'm about to be interrupted.


It was a clone trooper, who upon knocking, said that they requested his presence on the bridge. Obi-wan knew what was going to happen, anyhow he still went willingly. That was the thing that brought men to their knees, and cower from the knowledge they carry on their shoulders. But not him. He couldn't afford it. By now, he should try to contact Ahsoka's ship and try to get everyone to safety.

But of course, here comes Anakin. "Hey Master, heading for the control room?"

"Yes, walk with me, won't you?" Obi-wan wistful longed for a moment like this, even during the war.

Walking through clones and battle plans, it was enough of a distraction when Anakin talked again. "Hey, Master?"

Cautious. Tight. Alert.

He didn't like this tone. "Hmm?"

". . . You know you can tell me what's happening to you." The Data in front of him is suddenly light years away. His throat tightens at the mere thought of speaking to Anakin about the possible future.

"I.. I understand, forgive me for not being my usual self. We can talk later in private if you wish to," Anakin looked guilty, why would he look guilty?

"I know, and sorry for you know, giving you a hard time. Especially with everything going on," Obi-wan held no memory of Anakin being difficult during his return.

In fact, he was quiet. Almost cool off as he remembered, unless on the battlefield.

"Anakin, you know that you can tell me anything you want? I will not judge you or condemn you in any way." Maybe if he dropped more subtle hints throughout the day, Anakin may finally say something.

But Anakin frowned, a dark look passing through his face. It was far too similar to Vader- cold menacing and there to kill him- Obi-wan breathing fought his lungs as he remained, or trying to, keep himself from having a flashback.

He was a Jedi Master for crying out loud!

He could keep his emotions under control, he wasn't some youngling. But, his efforts brought no justice, as he saw the surprised and hurt face of Anakin. Why would he—

"Sir, we have Commander Tano on the line," Anakin stepped back, his face dark. This isn't how his conversations with him should have gone.

"Alright, get her online."