"I mean, she seemed fine when I gave her the ride. I don't understand how this couldn't go happened. She didn't drink or eat anything during the ride. No signs of everything. Senator, are you sure this is what they're telling us?" Mace paces back and fourth Satine's hospital room with his fingers on his temple. I am sitting on a chair next to Satine.
"Yes, she is in a coma. I still can't believe it. And it was so random. Satine was so occupied with her job, her mourning ended. She was basically over it. I mean, no one will ever be over what happened to him, especially her, but this? This!"
"It's crazy. We're all in disbelief." Mace says, coming over to me and touching Satine's forehead with his pointer finger and brushing her hair away. "So many crazy things have happened over the this week. Anakin's refusal, this, and Anakin sending Ahsoka deep into the Outer Rim. Not to forget-"
Anakin sent Ahsoka into the Outer Rim? Why? Did Ahsoka take something Anakin said literally. Oh, great. Guess I have to talk to him- again.
"Wonder why he sent her into the Outer Rim. And most importantly, why did she go? Ashoka's not one to take Anakin's anger remarks literally. Anakin has told Ahsoka uncountable amount of times to take a hike and she never took one. Why would she go to the Outer Rim when deep inside she knows that he doesn't mean it?"
"I'll go track her." Mace says. "Find her ship and give her a call. Maybe she needs a break. I mean, would you blame her. She's just a kid."
"Thanks for volunteering to do that Mace, but I think it be best Anakin goes to get her." I say. Anakin has to go. It's the right thing to do. It would give him time to reflect on what he has been acting like recently. "Could you tell him to do that."
"Sure," Mace says. He slowly get out of the chair, pats me on the shoulder, and walks out. I put my hand on my stomach. The baby keeps kicking.
I get out of my chair and push Satine's hair out of face. It feels like silk. Normally she hates people touching her face, but she can't defend herself now. She's still strong though. Satine is not going to give up on life that easily. As long as she doesn't have to use a weapon, she'll fight.
…..
Why did I go to the Outer Rim? I can't even explain it, I just have this urge to go to the Outer Rim. I'm just letting my gut tell me where to go, or the Force I guess. Master Windu told me Master Skywalker didn't mean it and I should come back, but I don't want to go. Something seems so reminiscent of this place. I wonder what seems so-
Oh no. That's it.
I see a large black rhombus with red markings on it, slowly opening in the center and emitting a bright, white light. The ship's controls start acting up, with the ship turning on and off every second or so. The ship continues moving forward, being attracted by the rhombus.
It's Mortis.
Here we go again. Bright lights, no control…
…..
These steps. You know, the whole steps thing is really stupid. Can't I just talk to the Sith Lord or the "Dark One" or whatever that stupid name is? Why can't I just go to him? Why the whole, huge, big propagan-
"It's not propaganda Kenobi."
A voice that sounds someone's throat is full of sand on a windy day shakes my body. The moment I hear it, I cringe and feel the dark force around me. I though I was closer to the middler part of the steps, not at end. Nevertheless, I turn around and see grayish-green door of vines. On Stewjon and Mandalore, they call them creepers, and so do I. I push the creepers aside and walk in. I enter a dark room with a red light emitting from the center. I see a shadow the ground. The shadow is shrouded in something but, undeniable, it's the Sith Lord. I've been trying to get for this room for, six months, and I'm finally here.
"You lied to the Republic." I say. "I knew you were always crooked inside, but this?"
"I'm the Sith Lord. I can do what I want. It would of worked if you hadn't been such a fool." His voice sends a shock through my spine. Goosebumps take over my skin, sweat pours down my face.
"You're scared of me, aren't you. Can't blame you. You've always been a weak one Kenobi. So easy to fool. So easy to believe. You will believe everything. Your silly death ruined me. Ironic, the one time you do something unbelievable stupid you screw it up. You are like a young, foolish child, so easy to fool. Can you deny anything I just said, Kenobi?"
Is he right? I mean, me, a Jedi Council member with a notably high midicholeran count, a general, someone raised in the Jedi Order fell for him. The worst thing is, I knew deep inside something was wrong, but I believed in him.
"You're thinking about it, aren't you? Even without my force powers, I can still manipulate you. Those words and the images were the last of my powers. Same they couldn't stop you." That was him? I can't believe a Sith Lord can do think. "I defeated you so many times. You only were able to do it twice. You haven't even defeated me yet the second time. I still won almost every time."
"But not the times it really mattered. That's why you died." I blurt out. Why did I do that? He can manipulate me without the Force. He's smart. He knows how the human mind works. He almost destroyed us before, why can't he be able to do so now.
"Maybe, but-
My ears stop working, what's going on? A buzz clouds my ears, almost like a post-bomb-explosion-right-next-to-me sound. It doesn't hurt, though. Then, a familiar voice sounds in my ears, with no other sounds competing.
"He can't use the Force. You can."
Qui-Gon.
Can everyone get in my head?
Wait, I can... I can do whatever I can with the Force and he will succumb. I can't kill him, that would prove me a hypocrite to everything I stand for. I see the keys in his hands. What can I do?
I know.
"You will give me the keys."
"I will give you the keys."
I take the keys. I walk past him. Before I go, I stop, right next to him.
"What were you going to do if you got your way?"
"I controlled the clones, the Senate, and Skywalker. When Dooku died, I would of later programmed the clones against the Jedi after using the Senate to proclaim the Republic and empire. The clones would of killed you. You would have been sent to kill Grevious. Without you, Skywalker would be in my hands. I would give him dreams about his wife dying in birth. He would join me to save her. At this point, almost all of your Jedi friends would be dead. His wife, even more unbelievable stupid that you are, would of come after him. His evil would of taken over. Whether she and her child within died or she would of died of her injuries and silly emotions while the child lived could have gone either way. Doubt the they live, no way she would. You would battle him, and he would probably lose. Then, he would live and be all hate. He would be my pawn. If their child lived, I would make sure the child never made it past teenhood. There would be no Satine or her corrupt system. There would be no you or your precious Jedi Order. There would be me and the former Anakin Skywalker. I would of called him….Vader. Vader means father. Darth Vader, Father of the New Empire."
"It will never happen."
I walk towards the door. When I unlock this door, I'll be in Mortis. Everyone dead will be alive again, everyone will only age up to what the Force decided will be their "glory days", probably forever young. All galaxies, with no inhabitants, will be ours. The war, over. Satine, mine.
I breathe in my wonderfully messy world again.
I'm back.
I'm home, Satine.
…..
"She's missing? How, why? I didn't mean it when I said that."
"Skywalker! My Force. The coordinates. They are the same as…"
Mace, don't say it. Anything but that place. That awful, sick, twisted place. I put it next to Tatooine on my list. Force Windu, don't say it. Don't say…
"Mortis!"
"Mortis."
Ahsoka, my young padawan. You're so loyal. Look where I have put you. Just look. I lost my temper and I put you in the worse place ever. I can't lose you too.
"Skywalker, what should we do?"
I walk around the coordinate map. The light from the table in the only source of light in the dark room, until the door opens. Luminara and Barriss walk crazed holding a data pad each.
"General Skywalker," Luminara begins in a restless voice, "We believe Ahsoka is in-"
"Mortis." I jump in. "We know. Just found out."
"Do we know why she was there?" Barriss asks as she and Luminara come down to the table. "Was she sent there or went willingly?"
"Skywalker lost him temper…" Mace blurts, slowing looking at with "the look". All attention and blame in the room suddenly goes towards me. I'm just going to wait for someone else to talk…
"We should go now!" I yell. So much for holding my words back.
"No, we need a plan." Mace says. "We should ask the Council for some advice. Mortis is a dangerous place and of all people you should know that!"
"She's not even seventeen! We barely survived on Mortis together? How can sh-"
"The only reason you survived Mortis and almost every other damn thing that came your way was because of Kenobi!"
Is he right? Is Mace right? He has a poi-
"Anakin, you're crazy. Just, absolutely crazy. I can't even come up with a theory behind your madness. The things you do are unexplainable sometimes. But, no matter what crazy you do, my padawan, I know you will do what is right. I trust you."
"Mace, I'm going to go and if you want to come, you can. If you don't, that's your problem, not mine."
...
Only Yoda saw it.
He was at Kenobi's burial place. It was late at night and he was almost ready to go.
Suddenly, a light came from Kenobi's casket and, within seconds, the casket went from being closed with Kenobi's body inside, to being open with no body. Light shone all around the memorial.
"Hello, old friend."
Yoda was in disbelief. It couldn't be. That voice, that feel.
"It is me, Qui-Gon Jinn."
Yoda turned around, mouth wide open. He once saw Qui-Gon in a ghostly form, but now he looked, well, alive.
"Yes, old friend. It is me. I am alive and I am the second one out of all those who have died to return, well, the sith will never be alive again, but still."
"Dreaming, I am. Impossible, this is."
"You think this is something? Master, I have quiet the story to tell you."
...
