Beautiful Chapter 6, a star wars fanfic

A/N: Well, here it is! The last chapter! Oh nooo, yes, it's true. I'm sorry, but I see no way of really dragging this out. Lol. I'm glad you guys have stuck with me thus far! I love you!

"Beautiful"

Chapter 6

"I thought I could protect you," Anakin said dejectedly. He was seated next to Obi-Wan, their backs leaning up against a vertical air duct that ran through the engine room. "I was wrong...again."

Obi-Wan frowned, looking over at his former padawan with sad sympathy. "Anakin-"

"No!" he interrupted abruptly, "Stop trying to butter it up for me, Obi-Wan! I did horrible things, I made so many stupid mistakes. Ones that could've been avoided. I'm a fool," he said in a broken whisper. Obi-Wan remained silent, he could think of nothing to say at that moment, not with Anakin's emotions pouring so strongly through the Force. "...Sidious...he always forgave me no matter what I did. He always said that it was all right. That I had to do that, and that I had to do this. It was never a problem...he made me feel...clean. It was like the horrible things I was doing weren't all that horrible."

"He brainwashed you, Anakin," Obi-Wan said softly, placing a hand on Anakin's shoulder, "If someone tells you something enough times, you come to believe it. Sidious had years upon years to do this...I wish I could go back and fix it, but I'd only do the same thing over again. I didn't want to be demanding toward you, I didn't want to tell you who your friends were and who were not. I wanted you to be free to make your own choices."

Anakin's head drooped against his chest. "I'm just a curse. I've only killed everyone I've ever loved..." He lifted his head, his blue eyes wide with pain, tears tracking down his cheeks. "Why, Obi-Wan?" he asked with anguish, "All you have to do is say the word, just tell me to die, so I can finally get it over with." His voice solidified. "I'm tearing myself apart inside, I thought I could handle it. I thought killing Sidious would make the pain go away, but it's only gotten worse. You almost died. It was my fault!"

Obi-Wan's mouth went straight into a firm line of irritation as he leaned to the side sharply, his arms raising, hands gripping Anakin by the shoulders where he shook his padawan vigorously and not without roughness. "For Sith sake, Anakin! You're going to drive me mad, I thought we already went over this--uhh..." Obi-Wan suddenly broke off, his body sinking forward wearily.

Panic struck Anakin like a blaster bolt to the chest. He pulled Obi-Wan into a supportive hug. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please, just rest," Anakin pleaded, feeling incredily stupid. Here he was whining and moaning over his problems instead of focusing on the more prominent problems of his Master.

Obi-Wan weakly placed a hand on Anakin's elbow, trying to steady his breathing. He now understood completely just how his fellow Masters had fallen against the Sith Lord. He tried to speak, to say something, but he found his place in Anakin's arms very warm, and very comfortable. His blue-gray eyes closed slowly, sleep gnawing at the edges of his conscious.

"Obi-Wan?" Anakin said, his voice pitched with fearful uncertainty.

"...rest.." Obi-Wan managed to mutter.

Anakin relaxed some, but his aura still premeated worry. "What are we going to do now? We're on a ship full of clone troopers."

Obi-Wan groaned. "..worry about it later..."

Anakin couldn't help it, he laughed. "You better wake up right now. When they find out Sidious is missing, there's going to be hell. I can't do this by myself, you're the brains!" he said, forcing Obi-Wan to sit up.

The Jedi Master growled in protest, head lolling.

Anakin let out an exasperated breath. "Come on, you've survived worse than this, right? And don't say you're old, cause I don't buy it."

Obi-Wan opened his eyes, looking annoyed. "Always on the move," he muttered, a saying he had used more than once, "When this is all over," he grunted as he gathered himself and stood slowly, Anakin aiding him, "I'm going to demand a bed of septsilk and a cabinet stocked with food." He proceeded to hobble over to Sidious' motionless body, still talking. "Then I'm going to hole myself up in my own very lavish quarters for a week and anyone who bothers me will find themselves in a galaxy of pain."

Anakin listened to him with a wide grin, trailing behind. "Sounds good to me."

"It will be good, it'll be great," Obi-Wan grumbled, kneeling down to examine the Sith Lord's face, still frozen in shock, "Yes. He's dead."

Anakin blinked, looking at Obi-Wan awkwardly. "I would think...after running him through with a lightsaber and everything."

"Yes, yes. Don't get smart." Obi-Wan sighed, standing back up. "We just have to take Sidious up to the bridge, show them that he's dead, and claim our position as the new Emperors," he said simply, hands resting on his belt. He said this all with a straight face.

Anakin started to wonder about Obi-Wan's mental state. "Seriously?"

His Master's brow rose. "Must I repeat myself?"

Anakin frowned. "Erm.."

Obi-Wan shook his head and moved down the walkway carefully. "Pick him up, and follow me."

Anakin looked down at Sidious, before gingerly picking him up and setting him over his shoulder. The squish of his large wound was nauseating. He walked behind Obi-Wan, guessing that the Jedi Master was feeling very sick and tired of everything at the moment. Anakin understood on many levels. When he wanted sleep, but could not get it, he was very cranky and very blunt.

After a few persuasive hand gestures, the Jedi Master and his newly converted Padawan arrived before the bridge blast doors. While Obi-Wan looked at the door curiously, Anakin looked at Obi-Wan with building irritation. Finally, he chose to say something. "Are you going to open the door or just stand there for a millenia?"

Obi-Wan slowly turned his head to look at Anakin with eyes that spoke of utter sleeplessness. "I'm sorry if it takes me longer to formulate a somewhat solid plan, I mean, it's not like I was shocked to a momentary death just a few minutes ago..."

Anakin chose not to respond to this. Instead, he gazed over the blast doors, feeling fatigued. He and Obi-Wan didn't have a lot of energy this time around, whatever they did needed to be thought about...this was a time when Anakin didn't mind planning ahead. He was too tired to run in, lightsaber swinging like he usually did. His attention was returned to the moment at hand when Obi-Wan stepped over to the console to the door and pressed a button.

"Lord Vader," a soldier's voice said through the comm. "what is your company?"

Anakin sighed. Sidious hadn't bothered to inform the troopers of what he was going to do. Anakin couldn't doubt that when Sidious had felt his presence, he had come down to intercept he and Obi-Wan right away. Years of greedy security and grand thinking caused the otherwise clever Sith Lord to forget just how vulnerable he really was. Especially against what once was the greatest Jedi in the galaxy. "None of your business," he said with his rash rudeness he usually exhibited to clone troopers. But that was before, when he brooded over his mistakes; locked up the fear and hate. He wasn't like that now, but this current situation asked of his older more nasty personality. "Just open the blast doors before I blast you."

Obi-Wan glanced over at Anakin with a raised brow. Anakin only shrugged and offered a sheepish smile.

"Right away, sir," the clone trooper replied, unbothered. It wasn't like they were trained to be hurt by his attitude, or anyone's for that matter.

The blast doors opened with a slow, groaning hum revealing a very large control center. This was the part of the ship where the steering was done. Two clone troopers moved from the bridge to stand before them. One looked to the other, then back at Anakin and his carry-on. "Sir?" one of them questioned.

Anakin smirked, before dropping Sidious thankfully and extending his lightsaber which was conjured to his hand in a mere half-second. "Listen up!" he cried, taking action. It seemed as if Obi-Wan was guiding him along through their mind link. "I am your new commander! I am the new emperor. The pervious emperor is dead! If you need proof, it lays before my feet." Anakin said loudly, gesturing to the black cloaked, unmoving form of Sidious. "You are now strictly under my control. Any objections and I will have no problem seeing to them." He lifted his lightsaber, emphasizing his point.

The clone troopers that were piloting all looked back and forth, all of them too disciplined to bother with much thought on the matter. Anakin had killed their old commander, it was only fair to say that he was, indeed, the new one.

Anakin smiled, head inclined gently. "Good. Now, we'll be heading back to Coruscant, reset all courses. Things are going to change around here." He looked over at Obi-Wan who smiled, his blue-gray eyes washing him in their proud gaze.

Two brown cloaked figures stood in the private office that used to belong to Darth Sidious or better known, Emperor Palpatine, facing a small window that overlooked Coruscant. They waited calmly, one with his hands clasped behind his back, the other with arms crossed over his chest.

The door opened slowly and a darkly tanned middle-aged man stepped inside, his black hair tidy, a thin beard and mustache encompassing his mouth. There was a group of nine standing behind him, all shifting about nervously.

The shorter of the two cloaked figures turned around, and lifting his hands in one graceful sweep, he let the hood over his head fall to his shoulders. "Bail Organa," Obi-Wan said with a genuine smile.

Bail Organa's dark eyes widened in dismay before a stunned smile lifted his lips. "Obi-Wan Kenobi?" he asked in disbelief.

Obi-Wan laughed, moving forward to clasp Bail's hand, their other arms outstretched, both patting each other hardily on the shoulder. "It's good to see you."

"It's good to see you, my friend!" Bail flustered, still a little dazed over seeing his close friend standing in the chambers of the "Emperor."

Obi-Wan crossed his arms, getting a more serious look. "Please, bring the other Senators inside." He motioned, moving over to the broad desk near the window. Anakin remained cloaked, and still.

Bail took a moment to glance at the silent figure before returning his gaze to Obi-Wan. The nine people that stood behind him were none other than the strongest supporters of the Delegation of the Two Thousand brought before Palpatine over a year ago. There was the slender and intelligent Mon Motha, the stern-faced Giddean Danu, the soft-spoken Terr Taneel, the heavily robed Chi Eekway, the bushy-bearded Fang Zar, the lovely Bana Breemu, the vibrant red-haired Malé-Dee, the gentlemanly Garm Bel Iblis, and the curt Nee Alavar.

"How are you here?" Bail implored.

Obi-Wan nodded, pacing slowly in front of the group. "Emperor Palpatine is dead."

Loud gasps filled the room, the senators present looking back and forth between each other frantically.

"Dead?" Mon Mothma questioned incredulously.

Obi-Wan nodded, pressing a button on the underside of the desk. After a moment, the doors behind them opened and a long coffin was brought in. The upper half was of light blue, see through casing, showing the calm features of the Sith Lord, his hands clasped at his chest.

There were more gasps.

"A trick?" Malé-Dee blurted.

Bail glanced at him sternly before moving to the coffin and looking in. "This is no trick...this is the Emperor himself," he whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, "but how?"

Obi-Wan turned his body to face his companion.

Anakin took a deep breath before facing the senators and dropping his hood.

"Darth Vader!" Terr Taneel cried, "It is a trick!"

Everyone was about to explode into mass panic, but Bail Organa's loud shout stopped them in their tracks. "Quiet!"

Deathly silence.

"You will remain calm. In all my years, I have never seen a sliver of treachery from Obi-Wan Kenobi. There is a reason for all of this, and you will listen to it soundly."

Shame flickered over various faces.

Bail nodded. "Now. Obi-Wan. Please, tell us what is going on here."

And tell them Obi-Wan did.

( The Galactic Arena, two days later...)

"Restored, the Republic will be!" a gruff voice echoed before thousands of senators, "Darkness and treachery, no more! This Galactic Senate, cleaned, it will be. Advise corrupted senators to step forward now, do I. If you do not, newly appointed, you will be when found."

There was the roar of thousands of voices, two thousand of which cheered mosthappily. It took only a minute before cars started detaching themselves from the wall one after another and many senators came forward to rest before the center capsule at which seated Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Yoda.

These senators would be marked down and watched well. They all vowed to change their ways, and it would be saw to that they kept their word. Of course, the Jedi did not issue extreme measures, they only brought forward more loyal persons to take their place. The corruption of the Galactic Senate would be stopped now before it grew any bigger. Alarge handful of these senators were bogged down by the power of the Dark Side; with Sidious dead many found themselves wondering what in the Sith they'd been doing all this time.

All would be taken into account, and all would be handled fairly, so was the way of the Jedi ruled Senate. The Jedi were the Supreme Chancellor's now, Yoda being the head, with Obi-Wan second in line. The Senate had a say in matters, though, for in a way, they ruled over the Jedi. If there was a matter that many did not like, and a majority voted against it, it could be vetoed.

"Begin now, a new age of democracy does. Peace, there will be. Jedi and Senate rule together!"

The Senate went wild with cheers and applause. Though many weren't as enthusiastic, they would grow to like it.

Anakin turned his head slowly, looking at Obi-Wan with a warm, comfortable smile. He leaned toward his former master with a playful smirk. "Do you really think Yoda will make a good Supreme Chancellor?"

Obi-Wan shook his head gently, chuckling. "Do you think you'd make a good Supreme Chancellor?"

Anakin grinned and leaned back in his seat. "I don't know, I mean, that time when I was the poster-man for the Jedi, I had a lot of admirerers."

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes at Anakin's smugness. "You may have the face for the Chancellor, but it'll be me standing beside you giving you the speech."

Anakin smiled and shrugged. "Well that's not so bad."

Obi-Wan laughed. That wasn't bad at all.

"Daddy!" a young girl of the age of nine cried, running from the vibrant, sun-bathed portion of the vast hillside to the shaded part that was covered in specklings of trees. Under one such tree sat four people. Obi-Wan, Anakin, Bail Organa, and his wife.

"Leia!" Anakin laughed as the adorable child catapulted herself into his arms, knocking him onto his back from where he sat. The two wrestled playfully together for a little bit. Leia leaped away when Anakin started to tickle her. She ran to where her brother, Luke, stood not far off.

"Get him, Luke!" She said with playful command, pushing her brother forward.

Luke rolled his eyes, but grinned anyway, and ran forward to attack his father, where the two engaged in a mock lightsaber duel, both making the clashing noises of their imaginery sabers with their mouths. Leia jumped around them, giggling excitedly, cheering for her older brother.

Obi-Wan laughed softly next to the adoring faces of Mr. and Mrs. Organa.

"Quite the group they are," Bail's wife twittered happily.

"Yes, quite," Bail responded.

Obi-Wan said nothing, only watched with dazed contentment. He felt such joy inside of himself, joy he never thought he could feel so strongly for so long. There was so much peace in the galaxy now. There was a new, and certainly long millenia approaching, and hopefully this one would not end. Hopefully this one would last forever this time.

"Uncle Obi-Wan!" Luke called excitedly, bringing the Jedi Master from his reverie, "Come and spar with Dad!"

Obi-Wan smirked. The young ones never tired of seeing a good lightsaber fight between he and Anakin.

"Pleeeeasee! Please, please, please!" Both of Anakin's children chimed in this time, hopping around as if that would further persuade him to accept their request.

Of course, he could not deny them. He stood, and then he chucked warmly as the two cheered raucously. "Stand back, your father is going down."

Anakin produced a sarcastic laugh. "We'll see about that," he said, unclipping his saber from his belt.

There were two great flashes of blue light in the orange and red of the setting sun, followed by the comradely joining of two lightsaber. Laughs and cheers filled the hills of Naboo.

And off in the distance, a little figure huffed and puffed, cane stabbing at the ground, the hand that held it pulling tiredly. Old Master Yoda made his way toward the group under the tree, feeling incredibly winded. He'd been following the children around with happy companionship, and being children, they'd suddenly acquired a boost of energy and left him on a completely different hill. "Leave me behind, yes," he muttered to himself, "no more respect for the elderly, is there?"

His answer was the infectious laughter of two very happy, and content Younglings. Yes, Younglings. A new Order of the Jedi had dawned only a few years ago with Luke and Leia as the first members. Yoda knew his mistakes, and he had learned from them. This time...this time he would make sure the future of the Jedi would be secure for a very long time.

Among the first recruits of the new Jedi Order were the survivors of the Great Jedi Purge: Tyneir Renz, and his daughter, Padija, along with former Jedi Master Vima Da Boda. The future of this new millenia is yet to be decided, and it is unknown if more Jedi survivors will appear to be a part of this new age.

May the Force be with them all.

The End.

I want to thank everyone for reviewing! I am very honored! I hope you liked my story.

A basic overview of the ending: Anakin and Obi-Wan together, along with Yoda restored democracy, and though it is only just pulling itself back up from being stamped down, it will flourish with time. And the New Jedi Order shall flourish with it.

As for Sidious, well, he lived grandly, and he died poorly. So is the ending of Evil. ( Though of course, the future has more to come.) Sometimes the things that seem so incredibly hard, are actually more simple than you think...

I think I'm going to do an epilogue. And after that, I might do a sequel centered around the adventures of Luke and Leia. Obi-Wan and Anakin will be a part of it, too, as well as Han Solo. Can't have a story without him, lol. That is if you guys think that would be a good idea? If you have any other ideas, I'd be most happy to hear them!

Thank you so much for your support! Any questions, I'll answer if you leave your e-mail!

-Aryll