Snap. Hiss.
Blue-gray eyes stared at the elegant weapon. Both amazement and dispair danced in his marble-like orbs.
Click.
"Why did I activate this blasted thing anyways?" he inquired rectorically under his breath. Time had drifted by the once naive padawan and had changed him into a man who hid his feelings all too easily. Time hadn't healed his bruises, but it had helped him to find a way to hide them. Gone were the days of Obi-Wan, and in place of that boy stood Captain Ben Kenobi.
Snap. Hiss.
Again he stared at the weapon. He had built himself another light sabre not for the purpose of jedi training but simply because it was an elegant weapon -at least that's what he told himself in a desperate attempt to justify his actions. In the course of battle, a blaster could only do so much. Still, it a was jedi's weapon. Although technically he was a jedi, he denied it. He continued to listen to the Force and use his power when no one else was watching. In his heart, there would always be a jedi, but in his new world, the term 'jedi' no longer held any meaning for him.
Click.
He glanced at the handle once the blade was gone. It brought back the memory of a time when he held his former master's light sabre in his capable hands and could've killed him, but instead, he threw the weapon at Qui-Gon's feet and walked away claiming to be dead to him. Obi-Wan died that day; that kind and gentle boy died. Innocence was stolen from his eyes allowing darkness to dance within them.
Snap. Hiss.
He hoped there wouldn't be a battle soon. What would his men think if he were to suddenly start fighting with a such a weapon? He knew what the Emperor would think. It was strange enough calling that man an Emperor. Just a few years ago, he had been a newly elected chancellor of the senate. Still, darkness radiated from him. Obi-Wan knew the moment he met the Emperor face-to-face that he was well-trained in the dark side, just as the Emperor knew that Obi-Wan was a well-trained jedi. But, Ben stepped in and denied having any connection to the jedi or the Force. A few questions were asked here-and-there. The Emperor longed to complete Obi-Wan's training. "Perhaps," was the only reply Ben would allow the ghost of the Obi-Wan to give.
Click.
So perhaps he did want to complete his training. Although the council would have proclaimed him to be a jedi knight, Obi-Wan didn't feel that the battle with the Sith was quite enough. Something was missing, but he wasn't quite sure what. Of course, the only continuation the Emperor would provide would be to tell Obi-Wan to give in to his hatred and let the darkness come forth.
Snap. Hiss.
Darkness. Just how bad could it be to completely give in to darkness? After Qui-Gon's betrayal, nothing else could truly wound him that deeply. He wanted revenge. He longed for it. In the depths of his slumber, he dreamed about it. In the midst of thoughts, he pondered about it. Day-and-night, a thought would drift in-and-out of his mind. Revenge.
Click.
Ben couldn't allow that. His life was too great now to ruin it for revenge. Upon his return to Naboo, the Clone Wars began. The Galatic Republic called itself an Empire and proceeded to attack any who opposed them. Amidala had allowed Naboo to come under the Empire's control. She remained queen, but the Empire told her what she could and could not do. It was a puppet monarchy of sorts. Emperor Palpatine, sensing hatred and desperately needing a brilliant solider, requested that Ben join his Imperial Army. And so he did, but he was limited to the simple tasks on Naboo for awhile since Amidala was concerned for his safety. The two became close, quite close, and the Emperor decided to use that to his advantage. Whenever Amidala tried to use power she wasn't allowed to have anymore, Ben would be sent away on some diplomatic mission while the Emperor would stay and threaten Amidala until she cooperated. When Amidala did cooperate, Ben was given a higher position in the army. This worked for awhile, but Amidala in her naturally peaceful ways, stated that if the rebels were to, for some reason, land on Naboo she wouldn't allow her army to kill them. Captain Ben was sent away to Alderan on yet another diplomatic mission.
Snap. Hiss.
Ben had felt like a jedi again. Alderan was a peaceful planet. Although it didn't have the scenery of Naboo, the people were even more cultured and peaceful that those of Naboo -if that's possible. The tiny planet held no army and no means of protection if the battles of war should come toward it. King Organa and his queen were opposed to the war and longed to remain neutral. However, the Empire was moving closer-and-closer, desperate for another conquest. Feeling sympathy for this kind people, Ben ordered his small fleet to protect the planet. He debated back-and-forth with the Emperor in order to keep Alderan safe. The only way the Emperor would allow it was if Ben would use his jedi powers for the good of the empire. Ben gave a hesistant reply, but it was good enough until they met face-to-face again.
Click.
A year had passed before orders arrived telling Ben he was allowed to return to Naboo. He was delighted yet at the same time, disappointed. Delighted because he'd get to see the love of his life again. Disappointed because he'd be leaving the closest thing to a family he had. The Organas, who were unable to produce an heir of their own, treated Ben like the son that had wanted for so long. Unlike Qui-Gon's, their feelings seemed sincere. The Organas held a great amount of respect for Ben. In order to keep their planet at peace, Ben had risked his career in the Imperial Army and quite possibly his life. No one had ever done such a thing for Alderan before.
Snap. Hiss.
So perhaps there was a little bit of jedi left in him after-all. In his orders, he had been told the Empire was victorious in the Clone Wars, but battles raged on between them and the rebels. He pondered which side the jedi council took on this war. Of course they would be against the dark side, and thus be against the Empire. Still, they were never big supporters of rebellion either.
Click.
He didn't care which side they took. He wasn't part of that life anymore. He knew the upon returning to Naboo, the Emperor would insist upon him using the jedi skills he had. He silently wished he hadn't made such a deal. Still, Alderan was safe and that's all that truly mattered. He would just have to find some way to justify using jedi powers yet not being a jedi. Just the thought of that began to make Ben's head throb.
"Excuse me, Captain?" a servant called.
"Yes?" Ben replied, glad that he'd been interrupted from such thoughts.
"His majesty, King Organa, wishes to speak with you before your departure." the servant stated.
"Tell the king I will report to him within the next few minutes. I'd like to finish packing my things if that's alright." Ben said.
"Certainly, Captain. I shall deliever your message at once!" the servant stated, then exited the room.
Ben sighed and ran a hand through his nearly shoulder-length, copper locks. "I shall miss this place..." he whispered as he tossed the light sabre into his bag and resumed packing.
[Did ya like the beginning of part 2? A little boring, I know, but it lets ya know everything that's happened between part 1 and part 2. *shrugs* Also, ahem, my darling little wordpad doesn't have spellcheck, so, just overlook those little errors. ^^; Thanks. So... what are you waiting for? Review so I'll know if I should continue this or not. Beware... the plot twists will be coming....]
Blue-gray eyes stared at the elegant weapon. Both amazement and dispair danced in his marble-like orbs.
Click.
"Why did I activate this blasted thing anyways?" he inquired rectorically under his breath. Time had drifted by the once naive padawan and had changed him into a man who hid his feelings all too easily. Time hadn't healed his bruises, but it had helped him to find a way to hide them. Gone were the days of Obi-Wan, and in place of that boy stood Captain Ben Kenobi.
Snap. Hiss.
Again he stared at the weapon. He had built himself another light sabre not for the purpose of jedi training but simply because it was an elegant weapon -at least that's what he told himself in a desperate attempt to justify his actions. In the course of battle, a blaster could only do so much. Still, it a was jedi's weapon. Although technically he was a jedi, he denied it. He continued to listen to the Force and use his power when no one else was watching. In his heart, there would always be a jedi, but in his new world, the term 'jedi' no longer held any meaning for him.
Click.
He glanced at the handle once the blade was gone. It brought back the memory of a time when he held his former master's light sabre in his capable hands and could've killed him, but instead, he threw the weapon at Qui-Gon's feet and walked away claiming to be dead to him. Obi-Wan died that day; that kind and gentle boy died. Innocence was stolen from his eyes allowing darkness to dance within them.
Snap. Hiss.
He hoped there wouldn't be a battle soon. What would his men think if he were to suddenly start fighting with a such a weapon? He knew what the Emperor would think. It was strange enough calling that man an Emperor. Just a few years ago, he had been a newly elected chancellor of the senate. Still, darkness radiated from him. Obi-Wan knew the moment he met the Emperor face-to-face that he was well-trained in the dark side, just as the Emperor knew that Obi-Wan was a well-trained jedi. But, Ben stepped in and denied having any connection to the jedi or the Force. A few questions were asked here-and-there. The Emperor longed to complete Obi-Wan's training. "Perhaps," was the only reply Ben would allow the ghost of the Obi-Wan to give.
Click.
So perhaps he did want to complete his training. Although the council would have proclaimed him to be a jedi knight, Obi-Wan didn't feel that the battle with the Sith was quite enough. Something was missing, but he wasn't quite sure what. Of course, the only continuation the Emperor would provide would be to tell Obi-Wan to give in to his hatred and let the darkness come forth.
Snap. Hiss.
Darkness. Just how bad could it be to completely give in to darkness? After Qui-Gon's betrayal, nothing else could truly wound him that deeply. He wanted revenge. He longed for it. In the depths of his slumber, he dreamed about it. In the midst of thoughts, he pondered about it. Day-and-night, a thought would drift in-and-out of his mind. Revenge.
Click.
Ben couldn't allow that. His life was too great now to ruin it for revenge. Upon his return to Naboo, the Clone Wars began. The Galatic Republic called itself an Empire and proceeded to attack any who opposed them. Amidala had allowed Naboo to come under the Empire's control. She remained queen, but the Empire told her what she could and could not do. It was a puppet monarchy of sorts. Emperor Palpatine, sensing hatred and desperately needing a brilliant solider, requested that Ben join his Imperial Army. And so he did, but he was limited to the simple tasks on Naboo for awhile since Amidala was concerned for his safety. The two became close, quite close, and the Emperor decided to use that to his advantage. Whenever Amidala tried to use power she wasn't allowed to have anymore, Ben would be sent away on some diplomatic mission while the Emperor would stay and threaten Amidala until she cooperated. When Amidala did cooperate, Ben was given a higher position in the army. This worked for awhile, but Amidala in her naturally peaceful ways, stated that if the rebels were to, for some reason, land on Naboo she wouldn't allow her army to kill them. Captain Ben was sent away to Alderan on yet another diplomatic mission.
Snap. Hiss.
Ben had felt like a jedi again. Alderan was a peaceful planet. Although it didn't have the scenery of Naboo, the people were even more cultured and peaceful that those of Naboo -if that's possible. The tiny planet held no army and no means of protection if the battles of war should come toward it. King Organa and his queen were opposed to the war and longed to remain neutral. However, the Empire was moving closer-and-closer, desperate for another conquest. Feeling sympathy for this kind people, Ben ordered his small fleet to protect the planet. He debated back-and-forth with the Emperor in order to keep Alderan safe. The only way the Emperor would allow it was if Ben would use his jedi powers for the good of the empire. Ben gave a hesistant reply, but it was good enough until they met face-to-face again.
Click.
A year had passed before orders arrived telling Ben he was allowed to return to Naboo. He was delighted yet at the same time, disappointed. Delighted because he'd get to see the love of his life again. Disappointed because he'd be leaving the closest thing to a family he had. The Organas, who were unable to produce an heir of their own, treated Ben like the son that had wanted for so long. Unlike Qui-Gon's, their feelings seemed sincere. The Organas held a great amount of respect for Ben. In order to keep their planet at peace, Ben had risked his career in the Imperial Army and quite possibly his life. No one had ever done such a thing for Alderan before.
Snap. Hiss.
So perhaps there was a little bit of jedi left in him after-all. In his orders, he had been told the Empire was victorious in the Clone Wars, but battles raged on between them and the rebels. He pondered which side the jedi council took on this war. Of course they would be against the dark side, and thus be against the Empire. Still, they were never big supporters of rebellion either.
Click.
He didn't care which side they took. He wasn't part of that life anymore. He knew the upon returning to Naboo, the Emperor would insist upon him using the jedi skills he had. He silently wished he hadn't made such a deal. Still, Alderan was safe and that's all that truly mattered. He would just have to find some way to justify using jedi powers yet not being a jedi. Just the thought of that began to make Ben's head throb.
"Excuse me, Captain?" a servant called.
"Yes?" Ben replied, glad that he'd been interrupted from such thoughts.
"His majesty, King Organa, wishes to speak with you before your departure." the servant stated.
"Tell the king I will report to him within the next few minutes. I'd like to finish packing my things if that's alright." Ben said.
"Certainly, Captain. I shall deliever your message at once!" the servant stated, then exited the room.
Ben sighed and ran a hand through his nearly shoulder-length, copper locks. "I shall miss this place..." he whispered as he tossed the light sabre into his bag and resumed packing.
[Did ya like the beginning of part 2? A little boring, I know, but it lets ya know everything that's happened between part 1 and part 2. *shrugs* Also, ahem, my darling little wordpad doesn't have spellcheck, so, just overlook those little errors. ^^; Thanks. So... what are you waiting for? Review so I'll know if I should continue this or not. Beware... the plot twists will be coming....]
