The Return of Obi-Wan
Anakin/Darth Vader stood at the view port. One look to the planet Kamino and he knew he had not cared to come. He sensed a danger that could not be phantomed though he reached far into the Dark Side to see it.
"Only something in the Future," he thought. "Very well. I am here and I will deal with it when it arrives." He watched waves crash against the columns of Tipoca City and steadied himself to feign an interest in the upcoming tour of the Clone factory that was the first part of his business here. Later, he would see to the plans that were sure to be the end of the bothersome Rebellion.
*****
Obi-wan wanted to wash away the memory of seeing Sim dancing with the other women. Her hair had flowed out and her dress had spun about her invitingly. They were heading back to her cabin now. She was excitedly talking about going to Alderaan which surprised him in a way he couldn't describe. First he had felt a slight shock to realize that she had done some"work" for Bail Organa, then as he listened he realized Sim had always lived her life differently, kept secrets, hidden so many thoughts. So Obi- Wan squashed the feeling rising inside of him. Duty was paramount to a Jedi... and he was Jedi.
Sim stopped.
"You haven't said a word."
"You haven't let me." he responded with a smile.
"Hmmmm, could be some truth there."
Far from the village now, she turned to face him. Only a slight glow came from the bon fires they had left a ways back. Sim looked at her hands for a second, then again at Obi-Wan. She unexpectedly knelt on the ground and gripped his legs, hugging him to her.
"Sim...."
"Don't, let me be...."
He listened to her crying. It seemed to last an eternity.
******
Her fighter was old, but well-tended. Obi-Wan refused to think back on her tears of the night before. Not a word was spoken afterwards. She had finally stood, wiped her eyes and walked ahead of him to the cabin. She didn't bother to offer him a 'Goodnight.' Yet he knew, every feeling they had ever had for each other was shed in those tears. Her beautiful face was full of concentration now as she manuerved through the star systems leading to Alderaan.
"How quickly can we reach Alderaan?"
"How quickly can you say 'die Darth Sidous'?" she responded jokingly. Then seriously, "It's agreed. You will not let my true identity out to Bail?" she asked.
"It's against.." started Obi-Wan.
"As long as he doesn't ask-right- you don't have to give him any extra information-correct?!"
"True, I find it hard to believe your sex will be brought up though."
"Yes, but you can't keep looking at me the way you have been. Goodness, you don't want him thinking anything peculiar about you--right?"
Obi-Wan fell silent. His emotions had him rattled to say the least. All these years, he had made himself believe Sim was dead to him. More dead than even Qui-Gon and now seeing her made him feel insane, unsure of his purpose that had always been one thing and one thing alone--to serve as Jedi.
"Clearnace granted." Crackled over the intercom saving Obi-Wan from having to think anymore on his feelings. He did make a mental note to check how he looked at her from now on. Of course, she had noticed. He felt ever more the fool. Nothing in all his years of training or experience had prepared him for the emotions he felt at this moment. And he sighed, the thought only reminded him of Anakin and Padme.
*****
"Our intelligence shows that for the moment the Emperor has no plans for any immediate attacks. What you are suggesting, sir, is to stir up an angry nest of Geonosians when there is no need!" General Oorgg commented exasperated.
"He lies in wait! To see our next move! The Emperor is never without plans! Even now more people die of starvation, weapons are becoming harder and harder to secure. No disrespect General, but even our technology is suffering. If anything the Clone Wars caused our advances in technology to reverse; when we need to continue research, we find ourselves only surviving.
"Viceroy Dalconia is right. Our home planets are dying little by little with the tight controls placed upon everyone by the Emperor and the Trade Confederation."
Then outbursts came from every corner and Viceroy Bail Organa watched another meeting begin to disintegrate. But for the moment, he simply didn't care. 'Obi-Wan was alive! Miraculous. And to think that bounty hunter, Lesrhett, had saved him.' With chaos reigning about him he forced away a smile then made a grimace. 'No doubt, Lesrhett would expect to be paid and paid well for his trouble--he always did.' Bail narrowed his eyes. He didn't like that now most likely everyone would know he had had dealings with Lesrhett. Bail Organa was considered a wise, upstanding man. A leader who could and had contended with every conceivable situation throughout the Clone Wars and now a leader of the Rebellion. He straightened his back. 'No matter what others thought, Lesrhett had brought back Obi-Wan.' The thought was amazingly comforting and looking up he noticed in the midst of all the yelling Yoda was watching him. Bail nodded an acknowledgement though he felt as if the Jedi Master had been reading his every thought. Then he looked harder, was that a smile on the old Master's face?
He started calling an end to the Meeting with an annoucement sure to please everyone. "When the arms secured by Master Kenobi arrive we must decide immediately what steps will be taken next. Until then Master Yoda and I must go--Master Kenobi has been returned to us unharmed. I wish to thank him." Without another word, Bail and Yoda left the conference room. A wild cheer filled the air as relief passed through all those present. Master Obi-Wan Kenobi was alive.
Anakin/Darth Vader stood at the view port. One look to the planet Kamino and he knew he had not cared to come. He sensed a danger that could not be phantomed though he reached far into the Dark Side to see it.
"Only something in the Future," he thought. "Very well. I am here and I will deal with it when it arrives." He watched waves crash against the columns of Tipoca City and steadied himself to feign an interest in the upcoming tour of the Clone factory that was the first part of his business here. Later, he would see to the plans that were sure to be the end of the bothersome Rebellion.
*****
Obi-wan wanted to wash away the memory of seeing Sim dancing with the other women. Her hair had flowed out and her dress had spun about her invitingly. They were heading back to her cabin now. She was excitedly talking about going to Alderaan which surprised him in a way he couldn't describe. First he had felt a slight shock to realize that she had done some"work" for Bail Organa, then as he listened he realized Sim had always lived her life differently, kept secrets, hidden so many thoughts. So Obi- Wan squashed the feeling rising inside of him. Duty was paramount to a Jedi... and he was Jedi.
Sim stopped.
"You haven't said a word."
"You haven't let me." he responded with a smile.
"Hmmmm, could be some truth there."
Far from the village now, she turned to face him. Only a slight glow came from the bon fires they had left a ways back. Sim looked at her hands for a second, then again at Obi-Wan. She unexpectedly knelt on the ground and gripped his legs, hugging him to her.
"Sim...."
"Don't, let me be...."
He listened to her crying. It seemed to last an eternity.
******
Her fighter was old, but well-tended. Obi-Wan refused to think back on her tears of the night before. Not a word was spoken afterwards. She had finally stood, wiped her eyes and walked ahead of him to the cabin. She didn't bother to offer him a 'Goodnight.' Yet he knew, every feeling they had ever had for each other was shed in those tears. Her beautiful face was full of concentration now as she manuerved through the star systems leading to Alderaan.
"How quickly can we reach Alderaan?"
"How quickly can you say 'die Darth Sidous'?" she responded jokingly. Then seriously, "It's agreed. You will not let my true identity out to Bail?" she asked.
"It's against.." started Obi-Wan.
"As long as he doesn't ask-right- you don't have to give him any extra information-correct?!"
"True, I find it hard to believe your sex will be brought up though."
"Yes, but you can't keep looking at me the way you have been. Goodness, you don't want him thinking anything peculiar about you--right?"
Obi-Wan fell silent. His emotions had him rattled to say the least. All these years, he had made himself believe Sim was dead to him. More dead than even Qui-Gon and now seeing her made him feel insane, unsure of his purpose that had always been one thing and one thing alone--to serve as Jedi.
"Clearnace granted." Crackled over the intercom saving Obi-Wan from having to think anymore on his feelings. He did make a mental note to check how he looked at her from now on. Of course, she had noticed. He felt ever more the fool. Nothing in all his years of training or experience had prepared him for the emotions he felt at this moment. And he sighed, the thought only reminded him of Anakin and Padme.
*****
"Our intelligence shows that for the moment the Emperor has no plans for any immediate attacks. What you are suggesting, sir, is to stir up an angry nest of Geonosians when there is no need!" General Oorgg commented exasperated.
"He lies in wait! To see our next move! The Emperor is never without plans! Even now more people die of starvation, weapons are becoming harder and harder to secure. No disrespect General, but even our technology is suffering. If anything the Clone Wars caused our advances in technology to reverse; when we need to continue research, we find ourselves only surviving.
"Viceroy Dalconia is right. Our home planets are dying little by little with the tight controls placed upon everyone by the Emperor and the Trade Confederation."
Then outbursts came from every corner and Viceroy Bail Organa watched another meeting begin to disintegrate. But for the moment, he simply didn't care. 'Obi-Wan was alive! Miraculous. And to think that bounty hunter, Lesrhett, had saved him.' With chaos reigning about him he forced away a smile then made a grimace. 'No doubt, Lesrhett would expect to be paid and paid well for his trouble--he always did.' Bail narrowed his eyes. He didn't like that now most likely everyone would know he had had dealings with Lesrhett. Bail Organa was considered a wise, upstanding man. A leader who could and had contended with every conceivable situation throughout the Clone Wars and now a leader of the Rebellion. He straightened his back. 'No matter what others thought, Lesrhett had brought back Obi-Wan.' The thought was amazingly comforting and looking up he noticed in the midst of all the yelling Yoda was watching him. Bail nodded an acknowledgement though he felt as if the Jedi Master had been reading his every thought. Then he looked harder, was that a smile on the old Master's face?
He started calling an end to the Meeting with an annoucement sure to please everyone. "When the arms secured by Master Kenobi arrive we must decide immediately what steps will be taken next. Until then Master Yoda and I must go--Master Kenobi has been returned to us unharmed. I wish to thank him." Without another word, Bail and Yoda left the conference room. A wild cheer filled the air as relief passed through all those present. Master Obi-Wan Kenobi was alive.