Obi-Wan locked eyes with the tiny master. For many moments the
only noises were the rhythmic sounds of their breathing and the
slapping of Mortis' shoes against the floor as he walked away quickly.
Obi-Wan held his lightsaber in a defensive stance.
"Master Yoda." Yoda did not respond. He continued to search
Obi-Wan's gaze as if he were searching the depths of his soul. "You
were right all those years ago master, when you spoke against Anakin's
training. Do not let your mind be swayed now."
For the most part Obi-Wan's voice was the same. It still had
the same core accent. It was the same timbre and the basic sound of
it was unchanged. But the feeling of his voice was much changed. It
was no longer the voice of the confident young padawan he had been.
It was now the voice of the lost man he had become.
"Easily swayed am I? Easily swayed you are." A small flame of
anger was lit deep inside Obi-Wan's eyes.
"I am merely looking to the future master, as you taught me."
Accusation laced his voice. "Anakin may be the Chosen One, but he is
still dangerous. He will destroy the order. If I join with Darth
Mortis now then I can kill him and his master and the galaxy will be
saved." Yoda shook his head sadly.
"Fallen you already have. Allowed him to kill Windu you did.
Hope you find your way back I do, but expect it I do not." Yoda's
voice was filled with sadness. It was a great weight to have a
promising Jedi turn and the wisest of the high council perish. He
shook his head in despair.
"Leave you must, or fight you I shall." Obi-Wan extinguished
his blade and looked down at the old master with a strange mixture
of pity, sadness, hate, and abandonment in his eyes. Finally he turned
and walked away.
Pausing before the turn that would take him out of the sight
of Yoda he spoke.
"I will find my way back master. I promise you that." And then
he was gone.





Sabe woke slowly to find herself in a cold grey room. It was
stark with only a single, cover less bed for furnishing. There were
no windows and a single door. It turned out to be locked.
Looking down she discovered that she was still wearing the
shift she had worn to bed. It was torn at the side, exposing her
left leg and part of her hip. Checking herself over she could find
no visible signs of injury. The Sith must have only stunned her.
As if merely thinking of him brought his presence the door
opened. Sabe leaped to her feet and faced the Sith.
He looked her up and down slowly, as if assuring himself he
had chosen correctly. When his gaze returned to her face he smiled
coldly.
"I am Darth Mortis. I have chosen you to bear my children and
you shall." Sabe set her jaw.
"I will do no such thing." His lips stretched into a wide
smile. He chuckled.
"You have spirit. That will be good in our children, but you
shall have to keep it under wraps. I will not tolerate insolence." He
walked closer as he spoke. When he was finished Sabe found herself
backed against a wall with the tall man close enough to press his body
against hers.
"I will never be ruled by you, and I will never allow you to
raise my children." He reached up a gloved hand to cup her face. His
touch was surprisingly gentle. He stroked her cheek.
Suddenly his grip turned painful. Grasping her by the back of
her neck he forced Sabe to her knees. She clawed uselessly at his arm.
He released her suddenly, causing her to fall and hit her head. She
lay stunned.
Grabbing her hair he pulled her up. A small cry escaped Sabe's
throat. He brought her face to his and glared at her with a fury
filled eye.
"You will not keep me from my goals woman, and you will suffer
if you try." Later Sabe was thankful no one had been there to hear
her cries.