He flexed his new arm, feeling the artificial nerves and muscle flowing beneath a durasteel covering. He made a fist, the fingers folding one by one like a real hand. A synthetic sensor ent electric waves back to his brain giving him the sensation of touch. Yet it felt unnatural, this thing was a machine, not the extension of his soul like his lightsaber was nor a true part of him. He had yet to see Anakin, he'd been forbidden to leave his room since he had woken up. The medical droid had finished the final touches on his robotic arm and gave him a few beeps and opened the door for him. His chest was bound in bandages to heal his fractured ribs. He entered Anakin's room. The boy was floating in a tank of bacta. Obi-Wan saw how the teenager's short fuzzy blond hair was coated with small droplets. Like the diamonds that once covered the surface of a now dead world in te Solarian system. He leaned against the door watching him sleep.
Twenty minutes later he continued his explorations of this strange new place. The walls were a sterile white. A sense a emptiness was booming from the surroundings. He opened a door and found a garden within. The flowers were of all the colors of every rainbow he had ever seen. The trees could have been cultivated by Ithorian gardeners. A man made pond dripped softly in the background.
It was deserted. Strange no Jedi should be meditating or observing the way the Force flowed through this place. Strange that he should feel so could, so empty.
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-This is as if the Force could talk-
I feel something changing within me. A light has been snuffed out. One of the brightest of my Jedi children has turned off their inner brilliance. Now all there is only an empty shell with a purpose. Coldn has taken root in his heart, the fire within is dying. Only one thing can bring it back. But I fear that it is to late. My other side rejoices in this triumph, while I weep for this beautiful child of mine. I sense that only the ghost within this shell can feel me. Now that is all my child is, a ghost within a shell.
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Trija opened the door, she could feel the humidity coating her with sweat. The Force was strong in this place. It was the only place left on Katarr that the Force still flowed with the natural currents of the universe. Almost four thousand years ago the Sith Lord Darth Nilhous drained the Force from the planet and destroyed everything on it. Here, they were safe. If someone tried to sense them, all they would find was a dead hole in the Force. Everything here was absorbed in the ever hungry hole. Yet while they were here they could also feel the power of the darkside. They were living on a double-bladed sword. The Jedi here needed constant balance to remain centered.
She could feel the darkness, and knew its power. Obi-Wan could undoubtly feel its power as well, both being very connected to the Force could sense beyond what many normal Jedi could. She could sense his prescence. He seemed to glow with the Force, a hurricane swirled around him. She saw him standing in front of the small man made pond, his eyes closed in meditation. She saw his new arm, glinting in the artificial light. She decided to leave, but he stopped her.
"Please, don't go. Your prescence is peaceful. So smooth,so unwrinkled in the Force." She smiled, placing her hand on his shoulder.
"You know such emotions are forbidden by the Jedi. Compassion is allowed, but such attachments as these can lead to the darkside." Her voice was soft, but longing was voiced clearly in her whisper.
"I know, and thats what has been holding me back, attachments." Trija was speechless, what was he saying? He turned to her, half of his face covered with shadow.
"My clinging to old feelings has weakened me. It was what kept me from doing my duty as a Jedi. Qui-Gon was my master, but no more, he is gone. Next time I will not hold back. Next time, I'll be ready."
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Yoda turned to Mace Windu, his sigh was barely audible.
"Begun, the Sith War has"
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He didn't know what had made him come here. This was a place he should be avoiding. This room touched his remaining inner light. As if the Force had willed it, the Room of a Thousand Fountains had remained untouched while the rest of the Temple had been purged in fire. He had to come here alone, the others did not need to see him in his moment of weakness.
Obi-Wan had been here recently, remnants his prescence were still here. A few ginger strands stuck in the carpet, a used cushion.Obi-Wan had escaped with the rest of the Jedi cowards who had managed to escape the holocaust. Millions were dead, millions more were wounded. He had done what the Sith had dreamed of doing for milleniums, he had crushed the Republic. The ultimate goal of the Sith had been accomplished not by secrecy, but brute force. Still, he was not satisfied there was something he wanted more than ultimate power, ultimate control. Obi-Wan. But the boy was a true servant of the light. Nothing could turn him to the Sith, his soul was to pure. He had hoped to capture his elusive former Padawan when he had bombed the Temple, but he had eluded his grasp. Almost of hundred Jedi had joined him, the desire to be free the restrictions of the Jedi Code. Still, none of these traitors were Obi-Wan. The offer was still open to Obi-Wan.
"Master, we have found something. We thought it might be of interest to you." Mon Zeth said, handing him a large holodisk. It was labeled 'Obi-Wan Kenobi: The Complete File'. Qui-Gon happily accepted the file. Mon Zeth left. he felt jealousy boiling inside him. This Obi-Wan had refused the darkside, while he had accepted it willingly, he should be his master's number one concern, not this stupid, arrogant ex-Padawan.
"When we meet Kenobi, I'll kill you and not even my master will be able to stop me" he whispered as he quickly exited the Room of a Thousand Fountains.