His Destiny: Chapter VII

* Sorry it took so long to continue this story, I've been in the process of moving, and I didn't have Internet access for over a month. Please continue to read and review.

Below the tall buildings and sky traffic on the planet of Courascant, under the feet of the rich and powerful on the planet's surface, lived a different breed of people. A people who lived outside the law, a people who lurk in shadows, that lived in ghastly conditions. In a poor excuse for a cafe, a lone figure sat in a dark corner, trying to attract as little attention as possible. Suddenly the door opened and a woman dressed in a long black velvet skirt with a slit up the front, exposing her knee high vynal boots, and a crimson corset-like top with black gloves that went up to her elbows stood. Her dark purple hair was styled around her neck, and a golden snake decorated her arm. She took in her surroundings and noticed the man in the corner. As she made her way to him, a man from the bar approached her.
"You look good enough to eat." The man stated, licking his lips.
Raising an eyebrow, the woman stared at the stout, grotesque man.
"Come on baby, I've got my speeder outside." The man continued.
She-ar-ah stared coldly at the man. "I don't think so." She said, moving away. Suddenly she was surrounded by six more of the scoundrels.
"We think so." A man with three eyes stated.
As she stood there She-ar-ah put all of her weight on one leg, and placed her hands on her hips. "Didn't your mothers teach you anything?" She asked, while she pointed her hand to the first man who approached her. The man began to gasp for air. As she closed her fist, the man dropped to the floor. "You need to treat a lady with a little respect." Suddenly the man on the floor was dead. "Now boys, I'd love to stay and play, but I'm late for an appointment." The remaining men moved out of her way. She then walked to the hooded figure in the corner. Pulling up a chair she sat and put her feet on the table. "You sure know how to choose the most charming places." She said to the hooded figure just as a waiter approached them.
"Yeah what do you want sweet heart?" The waiter asked in a slurred tone.
"My friend will have..." She took a sniff of her companion's drink and made a face. "Another of whatever he's drinking, and I'll have a Kallipso Chaser." With that the waiter turned and left.
Finally the hooded figure looked up. "How did you find me?" Obi Wan asked the woman.
She smiled. "Maybe I still share that special bond with you." She stated while he gave her a stern look. "Or maybe it never occurred to you to check your belt for a homing device." With that Obi Wan pulled out a small blinking machine from his cloak. "Or maybe you did. Well obviously you wanted me to find you again."
Just then the waiter returned with their drinks.
"Thank you." She-ar-ah said as he handed her the drink.
"Whatever." The waiter grumbled.
"Oh, and these are on the house." She-ar-ah said with a wave of her hand.
"These are on the house." The waiter repeated.
"No they're not." Obi Wan said with a wave of his hand. "She-ar-ah just pay the man."
"Fine." She said with a sigh. "You know, you really are no fun Obi Wan Kenobi." She said, handing the man some credits.
She then removed her gloves and exposed the bruise Vader gave her.
"Is that the reason you're here?" Obi Wan asked, pointing to her arm.
"Partly." She said looking at it.
"Vader's handiwork or your master's?" He asked.
"Vader's. My master would never."
"I'm sure." Obi Wan said snidely. "So, I take it that you found someway to benefit yourself, otherwise you wouldn't be here."
"Ever since the death of Darth Maul; thank you by the way. My master has been looking for a new apprentice." She-ar-ah related as she took a sip of her drink.
"And you were next in line." Obi Wan finished for her.
"Can't put anything past you." She said snidely, but felt bad afterward. "Yes, that is until Vader came along. Now I only see myself as my master's Harlot."
"And whose fault is that She-ar-ah?" Obi Wan said with a hint of jealousy in his voice.
"We choose to get to the top in different ways Obi Wan. Look, Vader took what is mine, so I decided I will take you to him."
"Listen She-ar-ah, I've had time to meditate, and I know that if I were to face Vader it would be anger, and that is leading down a path, that I can't afford to go down."
"But, he murdered the Jedi!! Destroyed everything you had, your home!" She-ar-ah tried to convince Obi Wan.
"Exactly why I cannot face him; if I did it would be out of anger, and you above all should know that anger leads to the dark side." Obi Wan stated, as he got up to leave.
"There's something else you should know about Vader, it concerns you." She-ar-ah's tone grew quiet.
"What?" Obi Wan grew annoyed with this conversation.
"Vader is not the name he always went by. Although he is mostly a machine, there is a man inside there somewhere."
"What does this have to do with me?" Obi Wan asked, looking around the room.
"My master saved the man now known as Vader after he had a terrible fight with his Jedi master." Obi Wan looked at She-ar-ah, startled. "My master pulled this man out of a Volcano."
A look of fear overcame Obi Wan. "No, it can't be." He said in a whisper.
"The name Vader used to be known as was Skywalker." She-ar-ah finished her story.
Obi Wan collapsed to his chair. "No, it can't be...Anakin is dead."
"True, the man you knew as Anakin is dead, from a certain point of view." She-ar-ah took another sip of her drink.
Obi Wan closed his eyes, trying to forget the memories.
"Vader is full of hate, he blames the Jedi for what happened to him, but mostly he blames you." Obi Wan looked at She-ar-ah. "He's looking for you, he will kill everyone and everything you care about until you face him. It started with the Jedi, what next? Your family? Friends?" She stopped for a moment, and looked straight into his eyes. "The queen?" Obi Wan looked away, She-ar-ah smiled. "The children?" He looked straight back at her. "Who are these children Obi Wan? They are important to you, your thoughts dwell on them." He didn't answer. "You are an endangered species Obi Wan, you must protect the future of the Jedi."
"If you want Vader dead so badly, why don't you kill him yourself?" Obi Wan asked, desperate to change the subject.
She-ar-ah chuckled. "While I have found it beneficial to take you to Vader, to kill him myself would only result in my death."
Obi Wan held his head due to the weight he now felt inside it. "How could I not know that Vader is Anakin?" He said almost to himself.
"Well, why do you Jedi still not know who my master is?" She-ar-ah answered him. "It's called the dark side for many reasons Obi Wan, one is because it's hard to see." She said, taking another sip of her drink.
Obi Wan contemplated her proposition. 'Maybe I can still save Anakin.'
"I will face him." He finally stated. "I must face him, it is my destiny."

*To be continued.