She-ar-ah awoke feeling sick to her stomach, she ran to the freshener just in time to not vomit all over the walls. This has been a routine thing for the last week, and it was getting on her nerves. Splashing water on her face she looked at the image staring back at her in the mirror. Someone might have a hard time recognizing her now; a lot has happened since she left the Jedi. She looked at the new markings she had placed around her eyes, they were dark tattoos shaped like bird talons, two above her left eye, and two below her right one. Also with her new identity, she cut off her padawan's braid; with the loss of the braid she also seemed to lose her youthfulness.
She was learning about the dark side of the force whenever she could, and was amazed how it really did suit her, but something was missing. She still thought of him, and how beautiful he was. She wondered if he even missed her. A part of her didn't care about him anymore, but it was a small part. She was very worried because her new master sent his apprentice to face Qui Gon and Obi Wan on Naboo, but she was powerless to do anything. Dressing herself in a form fitting black dress, she emerged from her quarters. She entered her master's apartment to find Palpatine packing his bags.
"Where are you going?" She asked him as she closed the door.
"Naboo, the situation has been cleared." He said, shutting his suitcase.
"You mean Lord Maul..."
"Lord Maul is dead." The senator cut her off. "By the hands of the Jedi."
She put a hand on his shoulder "I'm so sorry master, I..."
"At least the Jedi now know we exist, Maul was able to kill one of them."
She-ar-ah's heart lurched. "Which one?"
"The apprentice."
Tears screamed to be let out from She-ar-ah's eyes. "You're certain it was the apprentice?"
"I haven't heard for sure, but only a fully trained Jedi would stand a chance with a Sith, you know that my dear." He said, all she could do was nod. He lifted her chin. "Be strong, the ties to your past will go away eventually." He moved away from her, and an aid took his bags. "I will return shortly, and I will be looking for a new apprentice; keep that in mind She-ar-ah." With that he left.
She-ar-ah looked around the lavish apartment; suddenly she could no longer hold back the tears. She ran to the balcony, by this time she was sobbing. "Obi Wan!!" she screamed to the horizon. She looked at her master's perfect view of the Jedi Temple; suddenly she hated the Jedi even more for sending Obi Wan back to Naboo. The warm wind grabbed at her, and took her hair out of its bun; she sank to her knees and continued to sob.
**
Mace Windu made his way carefully through the beautiful gardens of Theed, he was being very careful of the wound in his side. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he notice a figure sitting alone on a bench, closer inspection of the figure showed that it was none other than a grief stricken Obi Wan Kenobi. Mace noticed the young man clutching his master's light saber, it was too dark to see the tears streaming down Obi Wan's cheeks, but Mace knew the lad was crying. He simpisized with the boy, Qui Gon was like a father to him, he was his whole world; Masters and padawans always become close, but none seemed to share a bond quiet like Obi Wan and Qui Gon. Mace made his way to the bench, Obi Wan looked at him, and quickly turned away.
"May I sit here knight Kenobi?" Mace asked tenderly.
"Of course master."
Mace carefully sat himself down, and looked at the 25 year old. "I'm sorry for your loss Obi Wan, Qui Gon was a great Jedi, but now he's one with the force."
Obi Wan closed his eyes tightly. "Does the force hate me?"
Mace was taken back by this. "No, the force could never hate you, the force gives us trials, but it is full of love for all of us."
"It seems to like to give me trials."
"It just seems like that right now, because you're suffering." Mace commented lamely, but inside he agreed with Obi Wan's comment.
"I promised Qui Gon that I'd train the boy." Obi Wan changed the subject.
"Yes, We know." Mace answered, shifting his weight uncomfortably.
"Was I wrong to make such a promise?"
Mace sighed, "someday we will know an answer to that question Obi Wan, but until then you must be the kind of master that I know you can be. You were trained by the best."
"Yes I know."
"He also always chose the best students." Mace tried to make Obi Wan feel somewhat better.
Another tear escaped from Obi Wan's eye. "I miss him."
"We all do Obi Wan." Mace put a hand on his shoulder. "Trust me, we all do." Mace looked at the pain in the boy's face, and decided that now would not be a good time to tell him about She-ar-ah.
"What about She-ar-ah?" Obi Wan asked, looking back at Mace. "Your thoughts are dwelling on her."
Mace was impressed by Obi Wan's ability. "I have some news, but isn't good."
"Story of my life, what happened? Is she alright?"
"She waited for you, but you never came."
Obi Wan looked down at his boots, he felt ashamed for not meeting her. "She must hate me."
'You're not the only one she hates' Mace thought to himself.
"I'll talk to her when I get back, I'll make it up to her." Obi Wan continued. Mace sighed to himself, but Obi Wan picked up on it. "What is it master?"
"Obi Wan, there is something I must tell you, and now is not a great time to do it considering all that you've been through."
"Just tell me please."
Mace took another deep breath and laid everything on the table. "She-ar-ah left the Jedi, she is not coming back." Obi Wan hung his head. "Worse still, she has turned to the dark side."
Obi Wan's head snapped to attention. "No." Mace nodded. "She's too pure, there's no way..."
"Search through the force Obi Wan, you'll find it's true."
Obi Wan looked at the ground, his heart felt heavy. "It's my fault."
"Do not blame yourself, she made her choice." Mace said, putting a hand on Obi Wan's shoulder. "Now you need to prepare yourself for your new duties; you can no longer be selfish Obi Wan, you're a master now, along with that title comes responsibility to your apprentice. Remember, your student's needs come before your own."
Obi Wan nodded. "Yes master."
She was learning about the dark side of the force whenever she could, and was amazed how it really did suit her, but something was missing. She still thought of him, and how beautiful he was. She wondered if he even missed her. A part of her didn't care about him anymore, but it was a small part. She was very worried because her new master sent his apprentice to face Qui Gon and Obi Wan on Naboo, but she was powerless to do anything. Dressing herself in a form fitting black dress, she emerged from her quarters. She entered her master's apartment to find Palpatine packing his bags.
"Where are you going?" She asked him as she closed the door.
"Naboo, the situation has been cleared." He said, shutting his suitcase.
"You mean Lord Maul..."
"Lord Maul is dead." The senator cut her off. "By the hands of the Jedi."
She put a hand on his shoulder "I'm so sorry master, I..."
"At least the Jedi now know we exist, Maul was able to kill one of them."
She-ar-ah's heart lurched. "Which one?"
"The apprentice."
Tears screamed to be let out from She-ar-ah's eyes. "You're certain it was the apprentice?"
"I haven't heard for sure, but only a fully trained Jedi would stand a chance with a Sith, you know that my dear." He said, all she could do was nod. He lifted her chin. "Be strong, the ties to your past will go away eventually." He moved away from her, and an aid took his bags. "I will return shortly, and I will be looking for a new apprentice; keep that in mind She-ar-ah." With that he left.
She-ar-ah looked around the lavish apartment; suddenly she could no longer hold back the tears. She ran to the balcony, by this time she was sobbing. "Obi Wan!!" she screamed to the horizon. She looked at her master's perfect view of the Jedi Temple; suddenly she hated the Jedi even more for sending Obi Wan back to Naboo. The warm wind grabbed at her, and took her hair out of its bun; she sank to her knees and continued to sob.
**
Mace Windu made his way carefully through the beautiful gardens of Theed, he was being very careful of the wound in his side. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he notice a figure sitting alone on a bench, closer inspection of the figure showed that it was none other than a grief stricken Obi Wan Kenobi. Mace noticed the young man clutching his master's light saber, it was too dark to see the tears streaming down Obi Wan's cheeks, but Mace knew the lad was crying. He simpisized with the boy, Qui Gon was like a father to him, he was his whole world; Masters and padawans always become close, but none seemed to share a bond quiet like Obi Wan and Qui Gon. Mace made his way to the bench, Obi Wan looked at him, and quickly turned away.
"May I sit here knight Kenobi?" Mace asked tenderly.
"Of course master."
Mace carefully sat himself down, and looked at the 25 year old. "I'm sorry for your loss Obi Wan, Qui Gon was a great Jedi, but now he's one with the force."
Obi Wan closed his eyes tightly. "Does the force hate me?"
Mace was taken back by this. "No, the force could never hate you, the force gives us trials, but it is full of love for all of us."
"It seems to like to give me trials."
"It just seems like that right now, because you're suffering." Mace commented lamely, but inside he agreed with Obi Wan's comment.
"I promised Qui Gon that I'd train the boy." Obi Wan changed the subject.
"Yes, We know." Mace answered, shifting his weight uncomfortably.
"Was I wrong to make such a promise?"
Mace sighed, "someday we will know an answer to that question Obi Wan, but until then you must be the kind of master that I know you can be. You were trained by the best."
"Yes I know."
"He also always chose the best students." Mace tried to make Obi Wan feel somewhat better.
Another tear escaped from Obi Wan's eye. "I miss him."
"We all do Obi Wan." Mace put a hand on his shoulder. "Trust me, we all do." Mace looked at the pain in the boy's face, and decided that now would not be a good time to tell him about She-ar-ah.
"What about She-ar-ah?" Obi Wan asked, looking back at Mace. "Your thoughts are dwelling on her."
Mace was impressed by Obi Wan's ability. "I have some news, but isn't good."
"Story of my life, what happened? Is she alright?"
"She waited for you, but you never came."
Obi Wan looked down at his boots, he felt ashamed for not meeting her. "She must hate me."
'You're not the only one she hates' Mace thought to himself.
"I'll talk to her when I get back, I'll make it up to her." Obi Wan continued. Mace sighed to himself, but Obi Wan picked up on it. "What is it master?"
"Obi Wan, there is something I must tell you, and now is not a great time to do it considering all that you've been through."
"Just tell me please."
Mace took another deep breath and laid everything on the table. "She-ar-ah left the Jedi, she is not coming back." Obi Wan hung his head. "Worse still, she has turned to the dark side."
Obi Wan's head snapped to attention. "No." Mace nodded. "She's too pure, there's no way..."
"Search through the force Obi Wan, you'll find it's true."
Obi Wan looked at the ground, his heart felt heavy. "It's my fault."
"Do not blame yourself, she made her choice." Mace said, putting a hand on Obi Wan's shoulder. "Now you need to prepare yourself for your new duties; you can no longer be selfish Obi Wan, you're a master now, along with that title comes responsibility to your apprentice. Remember, your student's needs come before your own."
Obi Wan nodded. "Yes master."