"You will have a Jedi funeral, Master Kenobi. That I promise," A´Sharad Hett said quietly, when Kenobi's lightsaber was drawn. He had no quarrels with his Jedi peer, but for some strange reason, the former Council member was adamant about protecting this moisture farm in particular. Strange. We raided two other farms close by, yet he hadn't felt any obligation to protect them as he did to this one. What am I missing here?

The lightsaber of Hett's father hissed into life, the green blade protruding from its emitter with a kind of deadly beauty.

The fight has begun.

Obi-Wan stood in a classic opening stance of Ataru, his favored form of lightsaber combat. Tusken Jedi assumed the opening stance of Jar´Kai, the form of lightsaber combat that prefers usage of two blades simultaneously.

Memories flashed in the minds of both men.

Kenobi remembered his sparring sessions with Anakin, how he used his saber to deflect bolts from his troopers…

Two memories were the most vivid ones and also the most painful.

Obi-Wan´s Force Signature trembled with feelings. The hurt, the pain…all raw emotions, still subjugated to an iron Jedi discipline and not released into the Force.

Kenobi again felt the fine-muscled body of Boga underneath him, when he fought with General Grievous in the Pau City. In his mouth, the bitter taste of betrayal appeared suddenly. He remembered the last moments of this fight – the last moments of his bellowed Republic, the last moments of his unconditional trust towards his men – men, he spent last three years fighting alongside them and learned to rely on them and trust them even with his life. The bitterness in his mouth grew. He believed them and they betrayed him – no, his mind immediately objected – they had only followed orders, drilled into them from the very beginning of their artificially started life. They saw no other choice.

As a Jedi, he had already forgiven them – especially Cody, his second-in-command. As a man, he still felt betrayed and angered by their actions. Maybe that his Human part prevented him from releasing his emotions into the Force, and in a way from letting him go.

His second memory was even more painful than the first one. It was still festering inside his mind, poisoning his thoughts and not allowing him to fully embrace the Force yet.

He thought of his battle with Anakin. In his nightmares, he still saw the yellow eyes of his pupil – the yellow eyes of a Sith. How often he replayed the final fight with his student…and how often had he asked the question: Where had I failed him?

Old, child's fears of failing plagued him once again – but this time, they were enhanced by a solid proof of his failure – he helped to create a Sith Lord. The same Sith he fought all his life against…Did it prove that I'm a failure? What if Qui-Gon was right in the beginning? What if I shouldn't have been trained?

Hett thoughts were much clearer – training under relentless Master Kuro quickly taught him to not let his memories and feelings distraught him in any way.

What has happened, has happened, A´Sharad. Concentrate on the here and now. Don't let yourself be distracted from your goal by anything – your feelings, your memories, yourself. By anything. Remember that, Padawan.

Any´a Kuro, the Dark Woman, helped him to overcome the grief and sadness after his father death – better than Master Mundi ever had. They were two lost, wounded and grieving souls, united in their pain. He lost his father and master; she failed and lost a Padawan to the cruel galaxy. They healed each other – and she made him a Jedi.

He saw the last moments in the Clone Wars – himself, accompanied by a company of troopers. They were apart from the main force, scouting. And this little gift from the Force saved his life. When Order 66 was issued, his troops tried to assassinate him as their training dictated them. He killed them all, sparring only one – but not out of mercy, but by the mere motive of getting out of him what happened. Then, he ended his life – coldly, without the slightest trace of regret. He didn't have any left. He fled the planet and made his way back to the only planet he had ever considered home – Tatooine.

He found his people again and reunited with their ways – he was Tusken, once more whole with the desert. Hett didn't sought peace and solace in the sands of Tatooine – he reclaimed his late father's position. He became a war leader to Tusken tribes, and moisture farmers once again slept with one eye opened and an armed blaster riffle under their pillows.

Sabers met. The sound of their contact was reverberating through the hot air and over the desert sands of Tatooine.

The Tusken tribesmen were impassively watching their duel – it was a matter of honor between two Jedi and they will never step in.

They clashed. At first, the match was equal – both Jedi were in good condition ad used to long hours of fighting.

Then, Master Hett scored a first hit – his boot made a solid contact with Kenobi's abdomen and air left his lungs with sound oof!

Obi-Wan disengaged from him, but returned back in a blink of an eye.

Their sabers met again – and slowly, only one generation younger A´Sharad was pushing Obi-Wan back.

Lightsaber blades locked.

Hett used his second hilt and rammed the pommel under Obi-Wan´s right ear.

Only slight mmm! was heard. Hett appreciatively squeezed his mouth under mask. You are a brave man, Master Kenobi. Rest well in the embrace of the Force.

Tusken changed path of one of his blades. The emerald rod burrowed itself into Kenobi – mirroring decades old wound of his mentor.

Obi-Wan froze in place. Fingers, no longer responding to his command, loosened itself. The hilt sank into the soft sand. He wavered. I failed…

A´Sharad Hett deactivated both his weapons. They were no longer needed. Tusken embraced the dying form of Obi-Wan and gently lowered him on the ground. Former Jedi, presently Tusken war leader, felt absolutely nothing. He was a Tusken first, honoring his vows to his people – to his blood, to his parentage, than to the Force and the Order, which represented it. He chose his own path now – and this path included killing one of his former fellows, a man he admired for a time in his old life.

"As long as there are sands, your name will be remembered, Master Kenobi. You fought valiantly," A´Sharad spoke and his warriors heard him. They growled in agreement, quiet and in chime with the desert.

Tusken war leader turned towards his men and swinged up into the saddle of his bantha.

"I will fulfill my word – but first, there is a farm to take care of."

A/N: For the last time - my thanks to XxRandom NemesisxX, The MacUnleashed, anakinpadmekenobi, PellinorFanatic, PadawanMom, pronker, Estora, ObiBettina7, yellow 14 and TooLazyToLogIn - those who reviewed. I will answer reviews to the last chapter of this story as well, but because I will not continue with this story on, I will later publish only some sort of public thank-you on my profile for last chapter reviewers.

My thanks to Elemarth, who is a wonderfull beta and as good friend as one can hope for an Internet-created friend to be. Thank you very much.

Star Wars Legacy 16: Claws of the Dragon, Part 3 was used as a sort of source for this chapter.

All right, the last chapter finally published. If someone is wondering - this story was finished before The Clone Wars, Season 2 was aired. So, no Obi-Wan´s death from this time. I may return to this story at some later date and add few more chapters (I certainly have ideas for at least three more possible deaths), but as of now, this story is finished.

Thanks goes to all those, who stood up with me from the beggining to the end. Thank you,people.