. . .
" . . . You must understand my point of view"
. . .
Obi-Wan's heart cried out in pain as he remembered how that horrible Sith had treated Anakin. The boy's head bolted from side to side - obviously he
was experiencing either a bad dream or a dark memory of the time he had spent with the Sith.
"Anakin, everything will be ok," Obi-Wan assured him and picked up one of his fragile hands, "you're back in the temple now, safe and sound."
Safe and sound! Can the temple protect Anakin from the darkness? No . . . only hide him, Obi-Wan concluded. The Jedi patted the young Padawan's
hand and tried to soothe him by placing his other cold hand on Anakin's boiling forehead. The boy's head stopped bolting around as soon as it had come
in contact with Obi-Wan's hand.
"Can you still hear me, I wonder?" Obi-Wan whispered out loud.
The Padawan seemed to enjoy the comfort of his Master's hand - even in his now unconscious state.
"Master Yoda," Obi-Wan cursed, "how did this happen? Why did it happen?" Yoda tapped his stick violently on the marble floor, making a distinct point
that he wanted to silence Obi-Wan.
"Blame yourself, you should not," the old Master sighed, "the hand of fate, it was. Young Skywalker's destiny is clouded and always changing. Learn to
accept what the force wishes, you must."
Obi-Wan grumbled, knowing that the old master had beaten him once again. Yoda chuckled, clearly seeing that the Jedi Master needed some time to
think alone.
Useless it is not to notify him of my departure, Yoda looked once more towards Anakin and mentally scolded himself for letting the young Padawan take
such an important mission, useless it is to tell Obi-Wan anything . . . takes after Qui-Gon in that affect.
Sighing to himself yet again, Yoda departed from the room silently and went on his way back to the Council Chamber to think in silence. Obi-Wan
carefully touched one of the larger bruises that were on Anakin's face. It seemed to have been caused by a whip of some kind.
Who would slash a whip across someone's face?
Obi-Wan could not stop the mental pictures which were entering his head.
A bright yellow whip seemed to be continually slashed across Anakin face. A dark laughter could be heard each time the whip hit Anakin's bare skin.
His face bleed and the blood dripped down, but still Anakin only stood with a blank look on his face. The pain would have been almost unbearable for any
human, but Anakin seemed to act like it did not hurt at all. Anakin's blood mixed in with the dirt on the floor to form a murky black colour.
The mental picture was sickening yet somehow Obi-Wan knew that this was just one of the many terrifying scenes that would enter his mind everyday.
Trying to suppress this memory, he thought about their arrival on the barren desert planet of Sleara-Three. The council had sent them to that planet to
settle some dispute between two of the native cultures.
It turned out that this big dispute was but a petty indifference between the cultures. The Terons - the culture which had started this dispute - found that
it was in their best interests to butt into the neighboring cultures business and sent spies into other's capital cities. The Battorns were outraged when
they caught one of the spies trying to steal top-secret information.
It was then that the two cultures agreed to call in the help of the Jedi. Obi-Wan smiled as he remembered Anakin's reaction the mission.
*Flashback*
"This is soo boring, Master. Do we really have to go?" Anakin whined as he tossed a thick book of Teron culture off his lap and threw it at Obi-Wan.
"Of course," Obi-Wan caught the book and smiled, "I know you wouldn't want to miss it for the galaxy." Anakin rolled his eyes and continued to look out
the spaceport.
"Whatever, you say, Mr. Ego!" Anakin replied after a matter of moments. "Owwww," he yelled as the thick book hit him hard in the back of the head.
Anakin turned towards his master who was laughing his head off.
"Laugh it up, Obi-Okiedokie. I'll get you back."
"Hit...hahha . . . the . . . hahha . . . books . . .get it?" Obi-Wan clutched his sore ribs as he tried to stop the laughter from escaping from his lips.
"Haha," Anakin said sarcastically as he picked up the big book Obi-Wan had thrown at him and turned to the first page and began reading.
*End of Flashback*
Obi-Wan could do nothing more than chuckle at the name Anakin had given him. Obi-Okiedokie! How he hated it! How much he wanted Anakin to call
him that again! They had arrived at Sleara-Three not long after that little episode. Once they had landed, a small welcoming party greeted the two Jedi.
By then Anakin felt like taking a few knock out painkillers and going off to bed. Obi-Wan on the other hand, felt like going out for a night on the town.
Obviously his small win over Anakin back in the ship had cheered his spirits up to no end.
Anakin eventually convinced his Master that the Council would frown upon a night on the town. Obi-Wan agreed and made himself a few cups of coffee
and dozed off in a lounge chair. The next few days were quite boring - a few political meetings here and there and the whole matter was cleared up within
no time.
The Terons agreed to stop sending spies off on missions to collect classified information if the Battorns would stop overusing the other's only nearby
water supply, Lake Mountiana. The terms were settled and they would be off that sandy dust ball of a planet in no time or so . . . they thought.
Ok thanks to everybody for their support so far. In the next post I will be explaining the rest of what exactly happened on Sleara-three. Also Obi-Wan is
remembering this so I'm not going into much detail as this is only to explain Anakin's capture. The next post will also include a flashback of Obi-Wan's.
" . . . You must understand my point of view"
. . .
Obi-Wan's heart cried out in pain as he remembered how that horrible Sith had treated Anakin. The boy's head bolted from side to side - obviously he
was experiencing either a bad dream or a dark memory of the time he had spent with the Sith.
"Anakin, everything will be ok," Obi-Wan assured him and picked up one of his fragile hands, "you're back in the temple now, safe and sound."
Safe and sound! Can the temple protect Anakin from the darkness? No . . . only hide him, Obi-Wan concluded. The Jedi patted the young Padawan's
hand and tried to soothe him by placing his other cold hand on Anakin's boiling forehead. The boy's head stopped bolting around as soon as it had come
in contact with Obi-Wan's hand.
"Can you still hear me, I wonder?" Obi-Wan whispered out loud.
The Padawan seemed to enjoy the comfort of his Master's hand - even in his now unconscious state.
"Master Yoda," Obi-Wan cursed, "how did this happen? Why did it happen?" Yoda tapped his stick violently on the marble floor, making a distinct point
that he wanted to silence Obi-Wan.
"Blame yourself, you should not," the old Master sighed, "the hand of fate, it was. Young Skywalker's destiny is clouded and always changing. Learn to
accept what the force wishes, you must."
Obi-Wan grumbled, knowing that the old master had beaten him once again. Yoda chuckled, clearly seeing that the Jedi Master needed some time to
think alone.
Useless it is not to notify him of my departure, Yoda looked once more towards Anakin and mentally scolded himself for letting the young Padawan take
such an important mission, useless it is to tell Obi-Wan anything . . . takes after Qui-Gon in that affect.
Sighing to himself yet again, Yoda departed from the room silently and went on his way back to the Council Chamber to think in silence. Obi-Wan
carefully touched one of the larger bruises that were on Anakin's face. It seemed to have been caused by a whip of some kind.
Who would slash a whip across someone's face?
Obi-Wan could not stop the mental pictures which were entering his head.
A bright yellow whip seemed to be continually slashed across Anakin face. A dark laughter could be heard each time the whip hit Anakin's bare skin.
His face bleed and the blood dripped down, but still Anakin only stood with a blank look on his face. The pain would have been almost unbearable for any
human, but Anakin seemed to act like it did not hurt at all. Anakin's blood mixed in with the dirt on the floor to form a murky black colour.
The mental picture was sickening yet somehow Obi-Wan knew that this was just one of the many terrifying scenes that would enter his mind everyday.
Trying to suppress this memory, he thought about their arrival on the barren desert planet of Sleara-Three. The council had sent them to that planet to
settle some dispute between two of the native cultures.
It turned out that this big dispute was but a petty indifference between the cultures. The Terons - the culture which had started this dispute - found that
it was in their best interests to butt into the neighboring cultures business and sent spies into other's capital cities. The Battorns were outraged when
they caught one of the spies trying to steal top-secret information.
It was then that the two cultures agreed to call in the help of the Jedi. Obi-Wan smiled as he remembered Anakin's reaction the mission.
*Flashback*
"This is soo boring, Master. Do we really have to go?" Anakin whined as he tossed a thick book of Teron culture off his lap and threw it at Obi-Wan.
"Of course," Obi-Wan caught the book and smiled, "I know you wouldn't want to miss it for the galaxy." Anakin rolled his eyes and continued to look out
the spaceport.
"Whatever, you say, Mr. Ego!" Anakin replied after a matter of moments. "Owwww," he yelled as the thick book hit him hard in the back of the head.
Anakin turned towards his master who was laughing his head off.
"Laugh it up, Obi-Okiedokie. I'll get you back."
"Hit...hahha . . . the . . . hahha . . . books . . .get it?" Obi-Wan clutched his sore ribs as he tried to stop the laughter from escaping from his lips.
"Haha," Anakin said sarcastically as he picked up the big book Obi-Wan had thrown at him and turned to the first page and began reading.
*End of Flashback*
Obi-Wan could do nothing more than chuckle at the name Anakin had given him. Obi-Okiedokie! How he hated it! How much he wanted Anakin to call
him that again! They had arrived at Sleara-Three not long after that little episode. Once they had landed, a small welcoming party greeted the two Jedi.
By then Anakin felt like taking a few knock out painkillers and going off to bed. Obi-Wan on the other hand, felt like going out for a night on the town.
Obviously his small win over Anakin back in the ship had cheered his spirits up to no end.
Anakin eventually convinced his Master that the Council would frown upon a night on the town. Obi-Wan agreed and made himself a few cups of coffee
and dozed off in a lounge chair. The next few days were quite boring - a few political meetings here and there and the whole matter was cleared up within
no time.
The Terons agreed to stop sending spies off on missions to collect classified information if the Battorns would stop overusing the other's only nearby
water supply, Lake Mountiana. The terms were settled and they would be off that sandy dust ball of a planet in no time or so . . . they thought.
Ok thanks to everybody for their support so far. In the next post I will be explaining the rest of what exactly happened on Sleara-three. Also Obi-Wan is
remembering this so I'm not going into much detail as this is only to explain Anakin's capture. The next post will also include a flashback of Obi-Wan's.