Obi-Wan waited. He was late. He was supposed to be with Sabe
right now. They would probably start looking for him soon, but only
because he didn't show up to guard Sabe. If he just didn't show up for
dinner they wouldn't be worried. He went off by himself a lot, but he
had never shirked his duties.
Well now he was. In fact, he was completely throwing his duties
aside. He was forgetting the code.
What was the code good for anyway? Look where it had gotten
him so far. His master had abandoned him for a snotty little boy who
was too old to even be trained. He was in love with a woman who
passed him over in favor of said boy.
Anakin Skywalker was the bane of his existence. Which was why
he had to die.
The ship landed. It was a beautiful ship. Obi-Wan doubted the
owner had chosen it for its beauty. It was most likely just a fast
ship with good technology.
The gangplank lowered. Obi-Wan stepped forward. From the
bowels of the ship came a tall figure. It was ensconced completely in
black. Slowly it walked down the gangplank. It stopped in front of
Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan tried in vain to find its eyes. Finally, he fell to
his knees. He bowed his head.
"Master." A single word whispered over the plains of Naboo in
response.
"Apprentice."





Anakin gave a few practice swings with his lightsaber. He had
decided to build one after his vision. It wouldn't do to face a Sith
without a weapon. Jairon had collected all the parts for him except
for one of the crystals. He had used a gift Padme had given him for
that.
It was a pendant her father had given her. A white diamond
with silver wrapped around it. He'd removed the silver and put the
diamond in his lightsaber. Paired with the crystal Jairon had
gotten it created a white blade with a bluish tint.


Padme watched from the doorway. Anakin had been working on the
lightsaber for the last few days. During that time he had been using
one of the Jedi's sabers to practice dueling.
Now he held his saber loosely in one hand. He swung at his
shadow, testing the weight. Satisfied he extinguished the blade and
hid it inside a pocket. He couldn't let anyone know he had any
training in the Force yet, much less a lightsaber.
"Has anyone seen Obi-Wan?" She shook her head, even though he
couldn't see it with his back turned.
"Some guards think they saw him going in the direction of the
plains, but they can't recall any details. They have no idea how long
ago it was either." She crossed the room to a window. It faced the
plains. Anakin came up behind her.
"What is he trying to hind?" She sighed.
"I'm not sure I want to know Ani." He trailed his hand up and
down her back.
"This'll be over soon Angel." Padme looked into his eyes.
"I hope so." They embraced. Neither one noticed the ship
landing in the plains or the small, almost invisible figure that
came out of it.







Obi-Wan knew why he was doing this. It wasn't that he wanted
to destroy the Jedi. He didn't. He simply wanted things to go his
way.
It was really Anakin's fault. He'd taken away his master. He'd
taken away Padme before Obi-Wan even had her. He even seemed to be
stealing the respect of the council. Obi-Wan knew that soon enough
Anakin would be accepted into the Order, regardless of the fact that
he had no training.
He was trained by the Force itself. He'd be elevated to the
stature of Jedi Knight immediately. No initiate or padawan nonsense
for the Chosen One. He was too good for that. It wouldn't be long
before the council declared him a master and after that there would
be a seat on the high council.
It was the kiss. The kiss had finally convinced him. Maybe if
Padme had kissed him back, or been angry with him. But no, she pitied
him. He'd seen it in her eyes. He could almost read her thoughts.
Poor little Kenobi, thinking he could ever have what belonged
to Anakin.
He'd decided to accept the Sith's deal soon after. They would
kill Sidious, whoever that happened to be, Obi-Wan would help Mortis
kidnap Sabe, they would kill Anakin, and then Padme would be his.
Now if only that was as easy as it sounded.
"Where is the handmaiden's room?" Obi-Wan was snapped out of
his thoughts by Mortis' cold voice. He pointed down a hall.
"It's this way." The rest of their trip was made in silence.
The only sound was their robes swishing on the marble floors of Theed
palace.





Mace Windu had fought well. He was a good swordsman, but
Qui-Gon Jinn had been better and he had fallen to the Sith. Mortis
was not as skilled as Maul had been, but he was quicker and he wasn't
alone.
Mortis buried his lightsaber in the Jedi master's chest. He
didn't wait to watch him die. By the time Mace Windu's dead body hit
the floor Mortis had a blaster set on stun trained on the handmaiden
standing by the door.
She fell soon after. Mortis picked her up and threw her over
his shoulder. Obi-Wan followed him down the hall.
"Where going are you?" The voice came from Yoda. Instantly
Obi-Wan's lightsaber flared to life.
Mortis took the chance to leave. He wasn't stupid enough to
try and face Yoda when he had his current burden and without an
entire army to back him. Let the kid deal with the troll he thought.
I have better things to do.