Star Wars Fan Fiction

Obi-wan to the Rescue!

Chapter IX

Obi-wan's eyes snapped open at a sudden glow of light that had illuminated his room. It was a typical room at the Jedi Temple and was mostly bare. He had added a few personal touches since he had returned; a lightsaber maintenance kit lay open on his dresser and a recently worn tunic was thrown across an armchair. Obi-wan was a light sleeper, which was also true of most Jedi, except that most Jedi didn't have an apprentice like Anakin Skywalker. Anakin had a habit of sneaking out of the temple late at night to podrace in the pits. And although Obi-wan had caught him in the act, he did not doubt that for every time he was caught, there were at least two incidences where Anakin had managed to sneak by him successfully. Whether or not it was Anakin's intention, it had served to keep Obi-wan on his toes.

He squinted his eyes at the bright, penetrating light of his datapad screen and waited a moment for his eyes to adjust. A prompt at the top of the screen indicated he had a new message. Obi-wan instinctively checked the time.

3:30 GST, he thought wearily, who in the galaxy has to contact me at this hour?

The frequency was not one that he recognized. It was probably just a nosy reporter, looking to interview him about the operations in the Outer Rim. He had heard other Masters complaining about be badgered by Holo reporters wanting to know what the Jedi were planning next. He was wide-awake by now, though, and decided to play the message.

When the message finally began to play it sounded fuzzy and garbled.

"Obi-wan-"

Obi-wan sat up straight, his heart thumping away in his chest. That was Padme's voice!

"Anakin is unconscious…. fired upon…. Corporate Construction… fake…" And then the message stopped suddenly. Obi-wan played it again, listening intently. Yes, it was definitely Padme. Why in the world was she contacting him from this frequency?

Obi-wan's worry grew as he stroked his beard. contemplated the message. Anakin was injured and he had no idea where he was. And what was worse was that wherever Anakin and Padme were, they were under attack and in need of his help.

Obi-wan shook his head. Anakin was always getting himself into these absurd situations.

"Corporate Construction…." Muttered Obi-wan thoughtfully. It sounded like a title so he decided to begin his search there.

He cross-referenced Corporate Construction on his datapad. Thousands of companies by that name, scattered all across the galaxy, appeared on the page. But if the one he was looking for was a fake, it will not have been around for long. He searched for founding dates within the last 8 months. Over 400 blinked onto the screen. Obi-wan sighed in frustration. He decided to check for companies by that name that were in between Coruscant and Naboo. This time he had success. Only one company by that name fulfilled the criteria. And it was on Corellia.

Corellia?

Obi-wan was surprised. What business did Anakin have there? He was to escort Padme from here to Naboo. Obi-wan's frustration with his apprentice grew. Jedi were sworn to protect. They were not mercenaries that could be hired to fight another's battle. First Anakin leaves to escort a politician home, and then he ends up embroiled in their conflict? Obi-wan worried that his apprentice was heading down the wrong path. But underneath his worry boiled his anger. Here he was, dropping everything and flying half way across the galaxy to save Anakin, AGAIN.

Obi-wan tossed his datapad aside and leapt out of bed. He grabbed his usual brown tunic out of his closet and pulled it over his head with a more force than usual. He grabbed a small bag on the floor of his closet and began throwing anything in arms reach inside. Dentigel, additional robes, and anything else he thought might be useful were all thrown unceremoniously into the bag. When he was finished, he jammed on his boots and walked through the door, not taking the time to look back. He walked hurriedly through the Temple, turning left, and then right, and occasionally taking a shortcut down a staircase or two. He turned sharply around a corner and almost ran headfirst into Mace Windu.

"Master Kenobi, it is a little late to be wandering the halls", said Master Windu, eyeing the bag thrown over Obi-wan's shoulder.

"Yes, Master, I could say the same of you. There is a Council meeting early on the morrow. You could do with some rest."

"I agree. However several michievious padawans had a slightly different idea." Master Windu opened his palm and showed Obi-wan a plastic rancor in his hand.

"Don't be too hard on them, Master. They are only children," advised Obi-wan.

"Children, or no, there are rules here in the Temple as I just had the pleasure of reminding them. And where are you off to Master Kenobi?"

"I have to help a friend off planet. I shall return in a few days."

Mace Windu raised a suspicious eyebrow, but did not object.

"Have a safe journey, Obi-wan, and may the Force be with you."

"And you as well, Master."

Master Windu turned and walked off, seemingly to investigate more unruly Padawans. Obi-wan let out a sigh of relief and continued on to the hangar.

Obi-wan was so lost in his worry for Padme and Anakin that he barely registered where he was going. Only pure habit kept him on course.

This boy will be the death of me.

10 minutes later, Obi-wan arrived at his ship, leaping gracefully into the cockpit. He turned several knobs and dials and plotted a course for Corellia.

What in the galaxy have you gotten yourself into this time, Anakin?

Obi-wan to the Rescue!

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