Phantom

Portalkeeper87

Disclaimers: Yadda, yadda, yadda. This is a fanfic, all disclaimers are implied…

A/N: This takes place during Episode 4 and goes onwards. Lots of SPOILERS!! Maybe this will eventually go past the end of Episode 6…

Prologue

I had been tailing him for days, always around the corner, blending in with the shadows. He never noticed me, but then again, why should he?

To him, I was long gone, dead the very moment the children left my aching womb. And for a while, maybe I was.

I never knew where they ended up, really. I still don't. I had not the slightest inkling as to the existence of my very own children!

But back to him. Sometimes I wonder what would have been different if I had confronted him, if things would have turned out differently at all…

He has lost so much of his human body, one almost wonders if there is any of the man left. But I know his soul still remains—it has to be there! For to me, he is still the sweet little blue-eyed boy I met on dusty Tatooine all those years ago.

Obi-Wan had at long last awoken me. Took my cryogenically frozen half-dead body out from the depths of Tatooine's sandy wastes and thawed it. I had been so confused, so lost, the first few hours. But Obi-Wan had quickly explained the situation: a Rebel senator had sent a message to him, requesting immediate help. He was to go to the planet Alderaan and transmit the plans in the droid that she sent to the government. Also going along for the joy ride was the boy who had found the droid. He was off somewhere right now and Obi-Wan was a bit worried.

Obi-Wan had changed much since I had last seen him. He was now a bent old man, although still quite agile and spry. But seeing his white hair and all the wrinkles on his face made me realize just how old I was myself, without looking a day older than twenty-seven.

He wanted me to go with them, to help the rebel force. If he was saving me for some use at a later date, then this was it.

I listened to his persuasion, but deep down I had already decided. I was going to the Death Star, to settle some private debts. Which, upon arrival, I had discovered I couldn't carry out, no matter how much a part of me wanted to.

Upon hearing the noisy arrival of Obi-Wan's young companion, I quickly stole away through the desert. After walking for almost a day on foot, I arrived at a mostly deserted little town. I am not proud to explain how I received a ship and a change of clothing. But hey, the junky transport wasn't good for more than scrap metal anyway. And I was sure that no one would miss a few garments from their clothesline.

To get the job done, I was willing to lose a little dignity.

When I approached the Death Star, I was just in time to catch sight of the beautiful blue planet of Alderaan. And then it was gone.

Suppressing the feeling of nausea and revulsion, I had penetrated the access codes and docked onto the weapon of destruction itself.