Anakin held a picture in his hand. It was of him and Padme on their wedding day, when they kissed for the first time as husband and wife. Obi-Wan had given it to him. He said the medical droids had given him everything Padme had on her, and this, fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how he looked at it, was one of them.
But the entire time, he couldn't look at himself. It was too much, but Padme—her chin, her lips, her eyes, the white dress she was wearing that day—it brought him joy.
"I will fix this, Padme."
The doors to the pilot room opened. Anakin quickly put the picture into his pocket.
Obi-Wan looked tired as if he hadn't had a good night's sleep in days.
"Master?"
"We're almost to Dagobah."
"What do we do once we get down there?" Anakin asked.
Before Obi-Wan could answer, the ship began to stir, shake, followed by a series of blaring alarms.
"What the—?" Anakin followed Obi-Wan back into the cockpit. It was filled with flashing red and white lights.
"The autopilot has failed!" Obi-Wan shouted through the alarms. Anakin grabbed the ship's steering, turning it, but it wouldn't budge, even with the strength of his cybernetics. It felt as if the wheel's weight was a trillion tons heavier than it was supposed to be.
"I can't move this thing," Anakin shouted.
"It looks like we're going down. Strap in!"
The outer layer of the ship began to take on heat, heating the inside. His suit made the heat a hundred times worse, but it was nothing like the firery lava planet of Mustafar.
"Put up our shields!"
Anakin tried to reach for the button to turn on the shields, but he couldn't. He was stuck in his chair by the gravity, then…
Everything calmed down.
After a few moments, Anakin asked. "What happened?" He looked out the ship's window, noticing they were flying above the planet's surface, not a pile of burnt flesh and machine.
Dagobah was covered with woods, trees. The opposite of Coruscant. Anakin had never seen a planet so flush with nature.
"This is Dagobah?" he said, amazed.
"This is Dagobah." He looked at his old master, who was as amazed as him.
Animals, native to the planet, watched in wonder as the flying metal machine flew over them.
"It's beautiful."
"Yes," Obi-Wan said. He looked down. "It is."
The ship came over an open patch of land, devoid of trees and any life. A perfect place for them to land. Their ship slowly began to descend to the surface, and when came a loud thump, they knew they had landed.
"We've landed," Obi-Wan said.
"I can see that."
"Come." Anakin followed behind Obi-Wan down the ramp. Smoke emitted from the swampy planet. He expected to feel the cold embarrass of the planet's weather or the humidity, but he felt nothing. Another reminder of what he has now become.
"Come now, Anakin. We mustn't idle."
Anakin followed behind him. "Where are we going?"
"I expect what we are looking for will soon find us," Obi-Wan stopped, "Master." He was smiling.
Anakin looked where he was looking and stopped, an electric shock going from his feet to his head. "Master Yoda?" He was sitting on a rock.
"Young Skywalker, different you have become, no?"
He bowed onto one knee, "Yes, Master Yoda. Master Yoda, I am so sorry for everything."
"Come now, Skywalker. Much to discuss there is." Yoda got up, using a stick from a tree as a cane. "Follow me, to my home we must go. Getting dark it is. Safe it is not."
Anakin and Obi-Wan shared a look and followed behind the Grandmaster.
In the hut, which was crude: built by leaves, hay, sticks, and tall enough only for the Grandmaster himself, Anakin and Obi-Wan sat on tree stumps. Yoda was stirring a pot of… well, Anakin didn't know what it was.
"Virtue, silence is, but since my arrival on Dagobah, silence is all I hear. Tired of it, I am," he said with a long sigh.
Anakin chuckled; a raspy noise was made by his suit when he did. "I never thought you would say that, Master Yoda."
"Changed I have, Skywalker. Many things I now see that before never saw had I. Blinded, I was, blinded by the dark side we all were but now, lifted the veil has."
"What does it mean, master?" Obi-Wan asked.
"Many things, Master Kenobi. But time, we do not have to discuss them all. Swiftly we must move before the Emperor catches wind of Anakin's betrayal, if know not he already does."
"What do we do, Master Yoda?"
He stopped stirring and sat down on his chair, leaning his cane onto the wooden wall of the hut. "Kill the Emperor, we must."
"How?" Kenobi said. "You fought him and lost. He's too powerful. And the clones. He's untouchable."
The Grandmaster sighed, "Understand your worries I do, but the only way, this is."
"What do we need to do, master?" Anakin said eagerly.
Obi-Wan stood up, hitting the ceiling, his hand moving to the top of his head where a sharp pain now resided. "Master Yoda, you fought the Emperor and failed. There is no way Anakin and I could face him, especially the state he is in now," Obi-Wan said with a glance at Anakin's cybernetics.
Anakin looked down at his robotic hands as if he was seeing them for the first time. Sadness, anger, regret passed through his body all at once.
Obi-Wan paused, "I didn't mean…" He looked over at Yoda, who gave him a disapproving look. He sighed, shook his head, and walked out of the hut.
"Angry, he is, young Skywalker."
"I know, master."
"Anger leads to the dark side, Skywalker. Know this now, do you not?"
"Yes, Master Yoda."
Both the Grandmaster and Anakin sat in silence. "Sorry, I am, Skywalker."
Anakin looked up at the grandmaster, "Sorry?"
"Failed you, I did. Failed you the Jedi Order had. Wrong I was."
"Wrong?"
"Wrong we were, Skywalker," he said, grabbing his cane. "Played we did, the Emperor's game. Right into his hands, fall we did. The Jedi Order, too intertwined into the Republic we were. Failed not only you, we did but failed the entire galaxy."
Anakin looked at Master Yoda with astonishment, though Yoda could not see his face, he knew through the force that he could.
"Remedy this, we must for not only the future generations of the Jedi but for the galaxy. If we fail, forever engulfed in darkness will the galaxy be."
Anakin looked up with a new set of determination in his eyes, "What do I need to do?"
With a loud clunk, Obi-Wan knew the ship had finished fueling. He detached the fuel line leading to the ship's fuel intake, rolling it back up and putting it back into the ship's hold.
As he put the fuel line onto the floor, he found himself out of breath.
He felt terrible like he just had an extensive workout. His chest was tired and heavy—like from an extensive workout—and his heart was weak. Anger always took a bad toll on his body.
"You were my brother, Anakin! I loved you." He tried his best to forget about that day.
"I HATE YOU!" After everything, hearing those words was what hurt him the most. It kept him up most nights.
As he walked out, he touched the top of his head, where a bump now lay. He saw Anakin and Yoda walked towards him.
"Master Kenobi, a plan we have," he said with glee.
"Yes, Master Yoda?" he said with the utmost respect.