Sorry for the wait! I was making a website and got sidetracked. Hopefully
I can write more soon, but I'm in a creative writing class, so my
plotbunnies might all decide to migrate to that portion of my brain. If
you have any ideas, random thoughts, or mindless muttering to do, please
hit the review button and it might give me some ideas. (Yes, I'm
desperate)
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Rebirth
By Sigil
Chapter 6
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That night, Obi-Wan crept silently through the Rebel base. He had been surprised to find his door unlocked. These Rebels were trusting people.
Too trusting. Navcis' words still grated in his mind. Could he really believe Corran? What if the Jedi Purges were just a myth, and everything Navcis had said was true? The Imperial hadn't mentioned any Jedi killing.
Then again, could he trust Navcis? Obi-Wan pressed his hand to his head. This was too much to think about. But soon. Soon he would have his answers.
On the way to his quarters, he had passed a room full of computers. It was safe to assume that they would have access to the computer nets, and those should have information about history. Everyone but Navcis had been especially careful not to mention the very aspects of their history that would make him believe in their cause. Had he been such a key element that telling him could ruin the course of their history?
Once again, the door to the computer room was unlocked. It wouldn't have mattered much to Obi-Wan if it hadn't been. He had picked up quite a few code-breaking skills from his less than respectable friends.
He chose the nearest computer and set down to work.
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Corran tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Obi-Wan's accusations ran over and over in his head.
"Have you seen so much bloodshed that you assume battles must be fought whether they are needed or not?"
The boy's angry face would not leave his mind. Was it true? Did he need the fighting? Those years on Corellia after Kyp took over had been the worst in his life. All day, watching the windows, waiting for the local militia to come. At the time, he had told himself he didn't want them to come.
Now he wasn't so sure.
It seemed the happiest memories he had were of the aftermaths of his various battles. Did he want that camaraderie so badly that he ran off to the first fighting force he heard of?
No. Corran shook his head. He believed in what he was fighting for.
But what if..
He slammed his hand into the wall above his head, letting the awkward angle and hard wall shoot pain up his arm.
Slowly, he stood. He needed to take a walk.
Outside in the corridor, he headed for the control room. Perhaps watching the planets would clear his head.
Before he got there, a glow from the computer room caught his attention. The door was still open, and inside was Obi-Wan, head cradled in his hands. The screen in front of him listed the known casualties of the Jedi Purges.
Corran approached noiselessly and laid his hand on the boy's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan leapt to his feet, sending his chair flying to crash into the wall behind him as he batted Corran's hand away and adopted a defensive crouch. "They're dead. All of them."
"I tried to tell you, Obi-Wan. Only a few survived."
Hope lit the boy's face. "Master Yoda. He's not listed. It said earlier that he trained some boy, Skywalker. Did he live? Where is he?"
Corran winced. "He died years ago. He was old."
"And the rest?" Obi-Wan whispered, drooping. "Did any more survive?"
"If they did, they went into hiding for good. No one has surfaced that I know of." Corran sighed. "And if they did, they'd be dead by now. That was a long time ago, Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan bowed his head, and when he raised it again his eyes were unnaturally bright. "Is this what you wanted to keep from me? Did you not want me to know that my masters are dead?"
Corran shifted uncomfortably. "That's not the reason, Obi-Wan. You played a big part in the rebellion. If we told you what you did... It might not happen."
Obi-Wan quietly picked up his chair and sat again, turning to the screen. "It said earlier that the Sith returned. Who were they?"
"Darth Vader and the Emperor." Corran said cautiously.
"I mean their real names. Surely they were not born with those titles. I have yet to hear of a man named the Emperor."
"I can't, Obi-Wan. You knew them both."
Obi-Wan glared at the screen. "If I knew them both, then why didn't I stop it? Why would I let my friends die?" He pointed at the list. "Half these names are of people I knew, children in the Temple! Why would I stand by and do nothing? Did I grow up to be a coward?"
"You weren't a coward, Obi-Wan. You did what needed to be done. You couldn't be everywhere." Corran said quietly.
"I'm going to bed." Obi-Wan said suddenly. At the door, he stopped and turned back. "I will help you, Corran." His expression was fierce. He hadn't felt this strongly since Melida/Daan. "This Empire will fall."
TBC
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Reviewers will get imaginary chocolate chip cookies!
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Rebirth
By Sigil
Chapter 6
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That night, Obi-Wan crept silently through the Rebel base. He had been surprised to find his door unlocked. These Rebels were trusting people.
Too trusting. Navcis' words still grated in his mind. Could he really believe Corran? What if the Jedi Purges were just a myth, and everything Navcis had said was true? The Imperial hadn't mentioned any Jedi killing.
Then again, could he trust Navcis? Obi-Wan pressed his hand to his head. This was too much to think about. But soon. Soon he would have his answers.
On the way to his quarters, he had passed a room full of computers. It was safe to assume that they would have access to the computer nets, and those should have information about history. Everyone but Navcis had been especially careful not to mention the very aspects of their history that would make him believe in their cause. Had he been such a key element that telling him could ruin the course of their history?
Once again, the door to the computer room was unlocked. It wouldn't have mattered much to Obi-Wan if it hadn't been. He had picked up quite a few code-breaking skills from his less than respectable friends.
He chose the nearest computer and set down to work.
____________________________________________________________________________ __________
Corran tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Obi-Wan's accusations ran over and over in his head.
"Have you seen so much bloodshed that you assume battles must be fought whether they are needed or not?"
The boy's angry face would not leave his mind. Was it true? Did he need the fighting? Those years on Corellia after Kyp took over had been the worst in his life. All day, watching the windows, waiting for the local militia to come. At the time, he had told himself he didn't want them to come.
Now he wasn't so sure.
It seemed the happiest memories he had were of the aftermaths of his various battles. Did he want that camaraderie so badly that he ran off to the first fighting force he heard of?
No. Corran shook his head. He believed in what he was fighting for.
But what if..
He slammed his hand into the wall above his head, letting the awkward angle and hard wall shoot pain up his arm.
Slowly, he stood. He needed to take a walk.
Outside in the corridor, he headed for the control room. Perhaps watching the planets would clear his head.
Before he got there, a glow from the computer room caught his attention. The door was still open, and inside was Obi-Wan, head cradled in his hands. The screen in front of him listed the known casualties of the Jedi Purges.
Corran approached noiselessly and laid his hand on the boy's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan leapt to his feet, sending his chair flying to crash into the wall behind him as he batted Corran's hand away and adopted a defensive crouch. "They're dead. All of them."
"I tried to tell you, Obi-Wan. Only a few survived."
Hope lit the boy's face. "Master Yoda. He's not listed. It said earlier that he trained some boy, Skywalker. Did he live? Where is he?"
Corran winced. "He died years ago. He was old."
"And the rest?" Obi-Wan whispered, drooping. "Did any more survive?"
"If they did, they went into hiding for good. No one has surfaced that I know of." Corran sighed. "And if they did, they'd be dead by now. That was a long time ago, Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan bowed his head, and when he raised it again his eyes were unnaturally bright. "Is this what you wanted to keep from me? Did you not want me to know that my masters are dead?"
Corran shifted uncomfortably. "That's not the reason, Obi-Wan. You played a big part in the rebellion. If we told you what you did... It might not happen."
Obi-Wan quietly picked up his chair and sat again, turning to the screen. "It said earlier that the Sith returned. Who were they?"
"Darth Vader and the Emperor." Corran said cautiously.
"I mean their real names. Surely they were not born with those titles. I have yet to hear of a man named the Emperor."
"I can't, Obi-Wan. You knew them both."
Obi-Wan glared at the screen. "If I knew them both, then why didn't I stop it? Why would I let my friends die?" He pointed at the list. "Half these names are of people I knew, children in the Temple! Why would I stand by and do nothing? Did I grow up to be a coward?"
"You weren't a coward, Obi-Wan. You did what needed to be done. You couldn't be everywhere." Corran said quietly.
"I'm going to bed." Obi-Wan said suddenly. At the door, he stopped and turned back. "I will help you, Corran." His expression was fierce. He hadn't felt this strongly since Melida/Daan. "This Empire will fall."
TBC
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Reviewers will get imaginary chocolate chip cookies!