Oooh, sorry this took so
long to update. I was busy re-reading my favourite fanfic of all time
(if you're a Voyager fan it's called Secrets and it's written by Lady Rheena).
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Obi-Wan Kenobi shook his head, chiding himself mentally. He had used the Force for personal gain once again. It was becoming almost habitual, worryingly so, though he had to admit that couldn't feel the Dark Side looming over him.
The Hutt, he knew, had made his money in the Twi'lek slave business, illegal, but highly profitable. With it, he had collected every imaginable ship on the market, including the TIE fighter that Obi-Wan now piloted. The two men that had been guarding the ships had been easily manipulated; by the time he was finished with them, they had all but given the TIE fighter away. It served them right, considering how they had made their money.
He let a rare smile float to his lips. Just like Qui-Gon would have said.
But Qui-Gon Jinn had also said that Anakin Skywalker would fulfill the prophecy. He flinched. We were responsible. Qui-Gon Jinn and I unleashed the greatest destruction that galaxy has ever known...
Then he thought of Leia. If Anakin hadn't become Vader, what would have happened? Certainly he would have lived out his life as a Jedi, without emotion or love. It hadn't seemed like such a terrible fate when he was young, but now...
Guiltily he realized that he was in a way grateful to Anakin. Vader, he corrected himself. Life as a husband, father, had not been the shallow existence he had once assumed it must be. He now understood why Anakin had left the Order for Padmé. For his own children, he would have made the same choice.
The Death Star approached. To one who wasn't Force-sensitive, it could easily have been mistaken for a moon or a planet. In his TIE fighter he would go relatively unnoticed as he approached the station. With just a nudge of mental manipulation, the Stormtroopers would ignore him. The key was to keep Vader and the Emperor from sensing his presence. The Emperor wouldn't be difficult, but Anakin had been his padawan for more than a decade. He suddenly remembered a conversation, long ago, with an almost-grown Anakin.
Why do I get the feeling you're going to be the death of me?
Don't say that, Master. You're the closest thing I have to a father I have.
Foreshadowing, perhaps? Obi-Wan couldn't see his destiny. The future was blurred.
What really mattered was to find Leia, he thought with determination.
"Unidentified TIE fighter, please give your access number and..." the communicator crackled into life.
Obi-Wan jumped in surprise, the noise sharply extricating him from his thoughts.
"You don't need an access number, you need to let me in," he interrupted, focusing on the stormtrooper.
"Go right in," the communicator crackled back dully.
A hatch on the side of the station slowly began to open, and Obi-Wan flew his ship freely into the bay. There was no sign of the Millennium Falcon or his teenage daughter. Yet, he knew she was here. In his mind's eye he could see her clearly, stalking through the corridors with single-minded determination. Her mind was closed to him, and all he felt from her was anger and hatred. He concentrated, trying to feel the Force through his body.
She was trying to destroy Vader.
Obi-Wan leapt from the pilot's seat and scrambled out, almost panickign as he hurried past unseeing stormtroopers and workers. He had trained Leia well, but she was no Vader. He had years of experience behind him, the technology of the Death Star, and worst, the power of the Dark Side.
Already he had lost one padawan to the Dark Side. Anakin's conversion had been almost too much to bear. He couldn't begin to imagine what he would do if Leia was to be lured to the Empire's side. She could destroy everything. Qui, Owen and Dormé would be in danger as well. Once again he felt a pang of guilt. I failed her. I failed all of them. Why didn't I go with her? Why did I entrust her to that idiot of a pilot? Why was I such a fool?
He began to run through the station after his daughter, praying, hoping that he could catch her in time.
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I'd thank the people who have reviewed lately, but apparently I'm not allowed to look at my reviews. Site experiencing overload..please come back in a few minutes. Hah! More like hours!!! So, thank you all the AMAZING people who have reviewed, and as soon as I can look at your names again I'll R&R your stories! That's a promise!
***
Obi-Wan Kenobi shook his head, chiding himself mentally. He had used the Force for personal gain once again. It was becoming almost habitual, worryingly so, though he had to admit that couldn't feel the Dark Side looming over him.
The Hutt, he knew, had made his money in the Twi'lek slave business, illegal, but highly profitable. With it, he had collected every imaginable ship on the market, including the TIE fighter that Obi-Wan now piloted. The two men that had been guarding the ships had been easily manipulated; by the time he was finished with them, they had all but given the TIE fighter away. It served them right, considering how they had made their money.
He let a rare smile float to his lips. Just like Qui-Gon would have said.
But Qui-Gon Jinn had also said that Anakin Skywalker would fulfill the prophecy. He flinched. We were responsible. Qui-Gon Jinn and I unleashed the greatest destruction that galaxy has ever known...
Then he thought of Leia. If Anakin hadn't become Vader, what would have happened? Certainly he would have lived out his life as a Jedi, without emotion or love. It hadn't seemed like such a terrible fate when he was young, but now...
Guiltily he realized that he was in a way grateful to Anakin. Vader, he corrected himself. Life as a husband, father, had not been the shallow existence he had once assumed it must be. He now understood why Anakin had left the Order for Padmé. For his own children, he would have made the same choice.
The Death Star approached. To one who wasn't Force-sensitive, it could easily have been mistaken for a moon or a planet. In his TIE fighter he would go relatively unnoticed as he approached the station. With just a nudge of mental manipulation, the Stormtroopers would ignore him. The key was to keep Vader and the Emperor from sensing his presence. The Emperor wouldn't be difficult, but Anakin had been his padawan for more than a decade. He suddenly remembered a conversation, long ago, with an almost-grown Anakin.
Why do I get the feeling you're going to be the death of me?
Don't say that, Master. You're the closest thing I have to a father I have.
Foreshadowing, perhaps? Obi-Wan couldn't see his destiny. The future was blurred.
What really mattered was to find Leia, he thought with determination.
"Unidentified TIE fighter, please give your access number and..." the communicator crackled into life.
Obi-Wan jumped in surprise, the noise sharply extricating him from his thoughts.
"You don't need an access number, you need to let me in," he interrupted, focusing on the stormtrooper.
"Go right in," the communicator crackled back dully.
A hatch on the side of the station slowly began to open, and Obi-Wan flew his ship freely into the bay. There was no sign of the Millennium Falcon or his teenage daughter. Yet, he knew she was here. In his mind's eye he could see her clearly, stalking through the corridors with single-minded determination. Her mind was closed to him, and all he felt from her was anger and hatred. He concentrated, trying to feel the Force through his body.
She was trying to destroy Vader.
Obi-Wan leapt from the pilot's seat and scrambled out, almost panickign as he hurried past unseeing stormtroopers and workers. He had trained Leia well, but she was no Vader. He had years of experience behind him, the technology of the Death Star, and worst, the power of the Dark Side.
Already he had lost one padawan to the Dark Side. Anakin's conversion had been almost too much to bear. He couldn't begin to imagine what he would do if Leia was to be lured to the Empire's side. She could destroy everything. Qui, Owen and Dormé would be in danger as well. Once again he felt a pang of guilt. I failed her. I failed all of them. Why didn't I go with her? Why did I entrust her to that idiot of a pilot? Why was I such a fool?
He began to run through the station after his daughter, praying, hoping that he could catch her in time.
***
I'd thank the people who have reviewed lately, but apparently I'm not allowed to look at my reviews. Site experiencing overload..please come back in a few minutes. Hah! More like hours!!! So, thank you all the AMAZING people who have reviewed, and as soon as I can look at your names again I'll R&R your stories! That's a promise!