Title: Loss of Innocence
Disclaimer: It's all George Lucas, all his, not mine. I have no money.
Notes: Obi-Wan's thoughts at one point during AOTC.
He leaned on the window pane and rubbed a single thumb across his lower lip. Even after five years, he was still getting used to the beard. He had grown it half out of respect for his long dead Master and pseudo-father and half out of the want for the respect it would garner him. It had grown gray with the passing of years, and had given him the respect of those he met and other Jedi, but it had not given him respect from the one person that matter most:
His padawan.
At nineteen, Anakin was tall, muscular and was rapidly growing into his body, but his arrogance had far outgrown his ability to lose it to the Force.
It would be the death of him.
Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Master, sighed heavily. His padawan, although very dear to his heart, was one of the least of his worries. He had reason to fear for them now; fear for them all. As he had stood on the balcony and watched the loading and unloading of hundreds…thousands…untold millions of soldiers into transports, he frowned. Coruscant had become a launching pad of destruction, and no longer the seat of the Republic. Its sparkling spires had, to him, become blood stained and dirtied.
Wave after wave, wave after wave of armed soldiers, the sound of the booted feet overwhelmed even the drone of transports overhead. He had searched his mind, his well-educated vocabulary for an accurate word to describe his feelings, but he had agreed with Bail Organa, esteemed representative from Alderaan when the man had said: "May the Gods of Common Sense have mercy on us all."
He had glanced at the representative and the man had met his eyes. Obi- Wan's Jedi senses had felt the anger, the loss of hope in the man, but even without those heightened abilities, he recognized the pain in the clear blue orbs. Obi-Wan had nodded, adjusting his hands, folded in the arms of his robe. When the transports disappeared into the sky, the Jedi Master had left the balcony, the Senate building, the heart of Coruscant and had retreated through the architecture of the Jedi Temple to his rooms.
This…the loss of innocence and…purity…of the Republic…would be the death of them all.
Disclaimer: It's all George Lucas, all his, not mine. I have no money.
Notes: Obi-Wan's thoughts at one point during AOTC.
He leaned on the window pane and rubbed a single thumb across his lower lip. Even after five years, he was still getting used to the beard. He had grown it half out of respect for his long dead Master and pseudo-father and half out of the want for the respect it would garner him. It had grown gray with the passing of years, and had given him the respect of those he met and other Jedi, but it had not given him respect from the one person that matter most:
His padawan.
At nineteen, Anakin was tall, muscular and was rapidly growing into his body, but his arrogance had far outgrown his ability to lose it to the Force.
It would be the death of him.
Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Master, sighed heavily. His padawan, although very dear to his heart, was one of the least of his worries. He had reason to fear for them now; fear for them all. As he had stood on the balcony and watched the loading and unloading of hundreds…thousands…untold millions of soldiers into transports, he frowned. Coruscant had become a launching pad of destruction, and no longer the seat of the Republic. Its sparkling spires had, to him, become blood stained and dirtied.
Wave after wave, wave after wave of armed soldiers, the sound of the booted feet overwhelmed even the drone of transports overhead. He had searched his mind, his well-educated vocabulary for an accurate word to describe his feelings, but he had agreed with Bail Organa, esteemed representative from Alderaan when the man had said: "May the Gods of Common Sense have mercy on us all."
He had glanced at the representative and the man had met his eyes. Obi- Wan's Jedi senses had felt the anger, the loss of hope in the man, but even without those heightened abilities, he recognized the pain in the clear blue orbs. Obi-Wan had nodded, adjusting his hands, folded in the arms of his robe. When the transports disappeared into the sky, the Jedi Master had left the balcony, the Senate building, the heart of Coruscant and had retreated through the architecture of the Jedi Temple to his rooms.
This…the loss of innocence and…purity…of the Republic…would be the death of them all.