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I hope you all are well and awesome! This is the Third Section of the Story. I am back to writing it! I am writing most of the story all at once. I've decided to upload six chapters for this plot right now - just to see what you all think of it.
The Apprentice instead of the Master
Section III
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They were in the long, wide, white bridge of the star destroyer – the Defiance.
Obi-Wan had woken up and found himself cuffed and held roughly by two Judicial officers. The binds were the same as the one Hondu Inaku had placed on him, Anakin and Dooku in the war.
He recognised the captor, the Admiral. It was Tarkin.
"Well, Well, Well… It seems you have woken up, General Kenobi."
"I'm not a General anymore," said Obi-Wan. "I've been demoted to an outlaw and fugitive."
"Ah, yes…" said Tarkin.
"Sir," said a Clone trooper who strode ahead. "We have orders to shoot Jedi traitors on sight. To terminate them immediately. You have arrested and detained him instead."
The Judicials now pointed their weapons at the clones, who backed.
"Well, Commander, I am sure the Emperor will make an exception to Master Kenobi."
"Your new saviour, Lord Sidious," Obi-Wan murmured loudly, expecting some surprise. But there was no such reaction. Everyone to have already known of such information, of his identity and accepted the absurd.
"We will need to hear the order from the Emperor himself, Admiral," said the Clone.
"Oh, do by patient, Commander," Tarkin said easefully.
Obi-Wan saw more of the room at the bridge. He was used to this site; rows on either side of the raised platform being filled with cubicles of non-combatant clone and non-clone officers. But he saw more non clone officers here today. And the air was no longer of breathless war energy but of sharpness, coldness and sobriety.
"Commander Baylo!" Tarkin shouted out aloud.
A large, hulking man walked up to the formed conference.
"Will our inglorious leader arrive soon, Admiral?" The man asked.
"He will in good time," replied Tarkin.
"Might I inquire what you wish do with me?" Obi-Wan asked courteously.
"Oh, I daresay the Emperor will find good purpose with you," said Tarkin.
"And I don't think you'll be able to negotiate out this, Kenobi."
Obi-Wan thought of a witty response… But he felt dismayed. Negotiate to what end?
"The fact is, you've lost, Master Jedi. The Jedi have lost."
"I am intrigued that you care so much about these religious conflicts," said Obi-Wan. "For a military and political officer, you seem strangely devoted to Lord Sidious and the Sith cause."
"Oh, I don't care much for that," said Tarkin. "I am just loyal to Sheev Palpatine. And I feel he will this galaxy a better place." Tarkin smiled mirthlessly.
Oh, yes, he will, thought Obi-Wan through the blood of millions of innocents.
"Well, I'm not of the impression you really believe that, Tarkin. I think you just want power for yourself."
Tarkin shrugged. "I leave you to your conjectures, Master Jedi."
Commander Baylo had been listening avidly to this conversation.
"Yes, Baylo? Is there something you wish to add?"
"Oh, there is nothing. The administration will be a force for good in the galaxy."
Tarkin looked at him sternly. "Don't think we don't see right through you, Baylo. Your loyalties are in question. And the Emperor will evaluate them himself."
"I look forward to the inquest."
Baylo went back to his post.
Obi-Wan heard a young human officer whisper to him. "Sir, what are you doing? You have to be careful."
"I shall do what I must, Lieutenant Sloane."
Someone had said the exact same thing to him, Obi-Wan. I miss my master, he thought. Qui-Gon might have known just the very right thing to do right now.