More time went by. Obi-Wan lived, and learned to live with himself. Not
everything had been his fault. Still, he knew that if Qui-Gon had trained
Anakin, none of this would have happened. He watched over Luke, growing up,
but stayed away. Owen didn't like him much.
Much more time passed. He'd gotten word at some point that Padme had passed. He'd grieved. Beyond that, the days were running together and living was turning into a monotonous chore, day in and day out. Yet, there was an excitement building in him. Things were setting in motion that would change the course of the galaxy.
Luke was grown up, his aunt and uncle killed. Obi-Wan brought him to Alderaan. It was destroyed. They got landed on the Death Star. Obi-Wan knew this was it. Luke would save them all.
The battle with Darth Vader. Obi-Wan wasn't really fighting. He was hiding out, waiting for things to really explode so that he could leave, start over. Finally. There. He let Vader "kill" his image. He did the evil laugh thing in his head. This was gonna be good.
He hadn't flown in years. He hoped he remembered. Fortunately, flying is like riding a bike. Once you learn, you never really forget.
As all the Imperial pilots took off, he did too. Instead of trying to kill Luke and his companions, though, he turned around. He was going back to Tatooine. He needed to pick some things up, and the Force was telling him it still had some surprises for him. Great, he thought. Surprises.
Finally, after some time, he got back to Tatooine, landed, and went back to his hut. Anyone watching would have seen a young, really sexy man, and not the crazy old wizard they were used to. Poor people. They must hate me, they're so confused. Then again, anyone I put into any of my stories hates me! Yay!!!
Anyway, Obi-Wan's surprise. I'm gonna give the poor boy a heart attack. . .
Obi-Wan picked up his things and was reviewing him mental list of things he needed when he felt someone there. He spun and saw a man. Tall. Thickly built, muscular. Long hair. He felt like he should know this guy. Wouldn't you?
Much more time passed. He'd gotten word at some point that Padme had passed. He'd grieved. Beyond that, the days were running together and living was turning into a monotonous chore, day in and day out. Yet, there was an excitement building in him. Things were setting in motion that would change the course of the galaxy.
Luke was grown up, his aunt and uncle killed. Obi-Wan brought him to Alderaan. It was destroyed. They got landed on the Death Star. Obi-Wan knew this was it. Luke would save them all.
The battle with Darth Vader. Obi-Wan wasn't really fighting. He was hiding out, waiting for things to really explode so that he could leave, start over. Finally. There. He let Vader "kill" his image. He did the evil laugh thing in his head. This was gonna be good.
He hadn't flown in years. He hoped he remembered. Fortunately, flying is like riding a bike. Once you learn, you never really forget.
As all the Imperial pilots took off, he did too. Instead of trying to kill Luke and his companions, though, he turned around. He was going back to Tatooine. He needed to pick some things up, and the Force was telling him it still had some surprises for him. Great, he thought. Surprises.
Finally, after some time, he got back to Tatooine, landed, and went back to his hut. Anyone watching would have seen a young, really sexy man, and not the crazy old wizard they were used to. Poor people. They must hate me, they're so confused. Then again, anyone I put into any of my stories hates me! Yay!!!
Anyway, Obi-Wan's surprise. I'm gonna give the poor boy a heart attack. . .
Obi-Wan picked up his things and was reviewing him mental list of things he needed when he felt someone there. He spun and saw a man. Tall. Thickly built, muscular. Long hair. He felt like he should know this guy. Wouldn't you?