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Obi-Wan let out a cry of pain as he fell. The battle had continued ferociously, and he had been caught in in awkward position, the blades had collided against each other so close to Obi-Wan's tunics that the intense heat had burned straight through the fabric and seared his skin, causing him to stumble.
He regained his footing, and he grated his lightsaber up along his opponent's, until the Sith could not hold the awkward position any longer, and Obi-Wan was able to shift and elbow the Sith, causing them to break apart.
They faced each other, tightening their grips on their lightsabers, and the Sith came at Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan ducked the Sith's strike, and when he came back up, he kicked his opponent in the chest with all the strength he could muster. The Sith was forced upward, and he flipped in mid-air, and when he came down again, he caught Obi-Wan and their lightsabers were pushed up into a raised cross.
It was then that Obi-Wan felt a powerful wave in the Force. It was a shining, hopeful wave, composed of oddly familiar presences. When he glanced up to the raised platform where he had stood not so long before, he saw a faint shimmer in the rock, and two figures appeared.
He instantly identified them as his Padawans. He could not believe the feeling though. Anakin and Sarah were emitting such a strong and powerful feeling in the Force, it threw him off for a moment. He allowed their light to wash over him, and it seemed for once that the suppressive darkness of the area around him was diminished, if only just a bit.
Their presence finally felt united. After months of an awkward rift, the Padawans had finally found a balance. They were finally fighting as one, finally allowing themselves to fight as a single unit, allowing themselves to know each other in the Force. Obi-Wan allowed himself only the faintest shadow of a smile.
The Sith followed Obi-Wan's gaze with his yellow eyes, and when he saw the two Jedi on the platform, his eyes shone with hatred. He leapt onto another ledge, opposite the Padawans and above Obi-Wan. He reached deep into his robes and drew out two additional lightsabers, each unique, yet each sharing a peaceful similarity to Obi-Wan's. He tossed one to each Padawan, and when Anakin and Sarah caught them, they found that they were perfect fits to their hands.
Anakin and Sarah glanced at each other, and at the exact same moment, they ignited their lightsabers, and two blades of dazzling cerulean blue shot forth, illuminating the area around them. Obi-Wan could not believe the difference in his Padawans. By the small rays of light emitted by the lightsabers, he could see that Anakin and Sarah were dirty, sweaty, and bloody...but they were a team.
All four combatants leapt down to the center circle. At the same time, they raised their lightsabers into their ready stances.
Obi-Wan took his new Soresu stance, still a little unfamiliar to him, for he had switched forms after Qui-Gon's death.
The Sith held his double blades steadily horizontal, glowering menacingly at the three Jedi.
Anakin took a Djem So position.
Sarah, not yet having chosen a lightsaber form, took a neutral ready stance with her lightsaber gripped tightly in both hands, ready for what was to come.
And the fight began. It was a blinding dance of lights, three azure blades interchanged with two crimson
ones. The three Jedi worked seamlessly in unanimity. For an observer, it would have been entirely impossible to tell where one started and ended.
The Jedi moved faster than any eye could follow, surrounding the Sith from all sides, wearing him down quickly and efficiently.
Those across the galaxy who had encountered Jedi in their life would all say the same. A single Jedi is exponential. Three Jedi would be the equivalent of nine of the most preeminent warriors throughout the galaxy, and these three were no exception.
Though the Sith was the best of his kind: belligerent, pugnacious, vicious...a killing machine, he simply could not match the Jedi. Though he fought ferociously and powerfully, he was no match for the three Jedi, for they were in their element. They were shrouded in the light of the Force, and to the dark soul of the Sith, it was blinding.
The last thing that the Sith saw was the arresting glare of the light, and he fell.
The Jedi never saw the Sith surrender, all that they saw was the blackness of his soul disintegrate into the darkness of the shadows, never having been real at all. And then it was three. They had fought nothing. The Sith had been nothing but a memory...but it felt so...real.
Obi-Wan felt, if anything, only more confused than he had been before as he turned off his lightsaber and watched the blade sink back into the hilt. He would have sworn that the Sith had been real. He gripped his lightsaber. His lightsaber. He had lost it over a year ago, how could he be holding it at that moment? Shouldn't it have disappeared with the Sith? Obi-Wan wiped the sweat from his forehead, confused.
The moment the Sith had fallen, the room had gotten a little brighter. All three Jedi stood, heavily winded. As they looked around the room, they saw that they were in some kind of chamber, vaguely reminiscent of the training rooms at the Temple, only more sinister. Jagged rocks protruded from the walls, and the ground that they stood on was rocky and uneven.
Obi-Wan looked at his Padawans, proud of them. There was a short period of silence before Obi-Wan spoke, "What do you say we get out of here?"
Anakin and Sarah nodded their agreement. The problem was, exactly how were they supposed to get out? It was at that moment that the ground began to shake. Rocks flew everywhere, raining down upon the Jedi. The ground was shaking violently, and all three Jedi were knocked to the ground. Everything once again went completely dark.
And as suddenly as it began, it stopped. Lights glared all around them, and they willed their eyes to adjust, but it was difficult after having been in the dark so long. After a long while, they were able to squint just enough to realize that they were back in the Jedi Temple. When Obi-Wan recognized where in the Temple they were, his eyes widened in surprise.
They were standing in the Jedi Council Chambers, Yoda and Mace Windu staring at them. Obi-Wan's eyes found Yoda's, and the small Jedi gave Obi-Wan a slight smile. "Completed your mission have you? Learned something, I hope...hmmm?"
At that moment, Obi-Wan felt the incredible urge to laugh, but he maintained a serious face in front of the Council members. Mace Windu shot a sharp look at Obi-Wan, as though he had felt Obi-Wan's violent urge to chuckle. "Obi-Wan. Anakin, Sarah. We extend you congratulations. You are dismissed."
Obi-Wan felt confused. That's it? He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it promptly at Master Yoda's glance. I swear...what does he know that he is not telling me? "Thank you Masters," was all that Obi-Wan could say. He and his Padawans bowed and left the Council Chambers.
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It was not for a long while after they had left the meeting with Yoda and Mace Windu that the three Jedi finally stumbled back into their quarters. They had encountered a Jedi Master in the halls of the Temple who took one look at the three Jedi and had insisted that they go see the healers.
They had been declared alright, and Obi-Wan's burn had been smeared with bacta and wrapped. Finally, the exhausted Jedi found themselves back in their apartment. It felt like weeks since they had been here. They were exhausted beyond belief. As soon as they got home, they staggered into their rooms, and almost immediately, sleep carried them away.
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A/N: So, what will be next for our family? I have no idea, I am just sort of hoping to the Force that a spectacular plot will just leap out of my fingers and onto the computer screen...you know, it doesn't hurt to dream. In any case, reviews are always glitteringly valued.