In case you want a clear picture of Obi-wan you kind of want to picture him halfway between Ewan and Alec. Two chapters in this update, I am a few chapters farther in my typing, actually I am more than half way done with nineteen and if I am lucky I will be able to finish this tomorrow. Want a sequel? If not I will not do one, speak now or forever hold your peace.

Chapter 16: The End of the Rebellion?

From an innocent bystander at the foot of the temple the sword fight going on between Vader, Obi-wan, and Ravan would look like three glowing bars clashing into one another, flipping and twirling and spinning, and they would utterly be confused. They would probably be even more so confused if they saw the fight up close.

Obi-wan was getting old and his form was sloppy, but it worked. He kept working his way around so it was either Vader fighting him with Ravan behind, not being able to do anything or vise versa. He was more trying to keep Ravan engaged in combat with him. He was merely an apprentice and if Obi-wan could defeat him then it might throw Vader off just long enough to…. He had to try. Trying to confuse the young Sith he feigned a strike at his head, crouched low and swiped at the legs. This was about the oldest trick in book but he half expected Ravan to fall for it and be injured. It didn't happen.

Ravan leaped up as the blue saber swiped across the stone floor of the temple roof, in mid air he kicked at Obi-wan's face but the old man dodged and when Ravan landed he put in a few more strikes, all of which Ravan easily blocked. His Soresu form was defiantly failing him, considering Luke was barely an initiate in the form of Makashi. The old man was slow with striking as well. On his next swipe at the waist Ravan leaped high and back flipped behind the man, before Obi-wan could turn Ravan swung his blood red blade at the old man's gray head. Obi-wan didn't see it coming, he sensed it and ducked. Ravan had made a terrible mistake, he had swung far to hard expecting to hit something. When he didn't he was throne off balance and he tumbled off the edge of the temple, falling about ten six feet until he landed on one of the wide steps of the temple. He had used the Force to cushion his impact but still it had knocked the wind out of him.

Vader's mask made an electronic hissing noise as he growled in fury, he heart was turning black from the fire of anger. Obi-wan would never, never hurt his son and live to tell the tale. Vader launched into the Djem So routine five, the last routine he had to learn to become a master of the saber art. Obi-wan was caught by surprised as Vader's blade flew to his head, his feet, his stomach, his shoulder, but didn't come close enough to call as strike. It was as though Vader could not make up his mind, though it was just a clever diversion as Vader crouched down and did a sweep kick. Obi-wan fell to the ground and grunted. If there was such a thing as an electronic laugh Vader made one as he angled his saber down at Obi-wan's neck.

"You are beaten, give it up, I am the master now."

"The master of evil Vader!"

Obi-wan swung both of his legs, like a hammer into Vader's shin. The Sith Lord literally flipped over on impact and landed hard on his back. Obi-wan had to kill him now. He jumped to his feet and ran at the dark lord blade raised. Vader, after the hard impact felt as though he could not quite move, the wind had been knocked out of him and his suit was busily trying to correct the problem. Using all the strength he could muster he lifted his hand and pushed out with his mind.

The blow of the force push felt like a kicking the gut to Obi-wan, he flew backwards and off the side of the temple. Flying past the stair Ravan was still lying on and he landed on the one below it, rolling just in time so his arm did not break and the impact didn't hurt as bad. He rolled over on his back, just lying there and trying to catch his breath or calm himself. If only Yoda were here, he found himself wishing again. But he had to prevail, that is until, and then as if on cue three half oval shaped ships shot up out of the forest and headed to exit the atmosphere. The transports! Hopefully Bail and Mon Mothma got on one. Well his job was done now, he was going to die, he knew it. But he would fight with everything he had before he went down, but everything he had probably was not a lot now. He was far too old a fragile and he would die.

And then he caught his breath and stood up, reactivating his dead saber. It came back to life with a snap hiss as Ravan jumped down to engage in battle again, but Obi-wan sensed great anger in the boy. Hopefully it would cloud his judgment. It did, he held his saber down low in a pathetic excuse for a Makashi low guard. If Obi-wan struck high and then did…. Obi-wan swung his lightsaber hard at the other's head, Ravan parried and Obi-wan pushed to keep the sabers in a lock, and as fast as it would go he raised his knee and it made contact with Ravan's groin. The Sith apprentice bent over in pain, Obi-wan raised his saber high and brought the butt of it down hard on the back of Ravan's head. He fell to the ground, almost unconscious.

I still got it. Obi-wan thought, but then Vader jumped down right between him and the slumped Sith.

"You will not take my son from me." He growled in rage. "You will never take anything away from me again."

"Vader if you are referring to Padmé—"

"DO NOT SAY THAT NAME! You took her from me, you made her betray me and now you die!"

Vader raised his saber and brought it down so hard near Obi-wan's head his knees quivered.

"You—" Obi-wan sputtered, trying to regain balance. "Did… that yourself."

"No!"

"You betrayed the Jedi order."

"NO!" Vader cried again, repeatedly raising his saber and striking Obi-wan's blade again, and again, and again, until Obi-wan was literally sitting on the ground.

"Let go of you guilt Vader, don't let the Emperor keep a hold on you."

"No! I will kill him just like I'll kill you." And with a hard kick to the cheek Obi-wan rolled twice and tumbled off the edge of the stair, another five feet down and he would hit another. That was his only hope, but Vader wasn't that stupid. As Obi-wan predicted Vader pulled back his hand and pushed out, Obi-wan felt the Force hit him smack in the chest and he flew back, so far back he could no longer see the temple below him, and he fell, he fell until he hit ground, and darkness engulfed his being.

XxX

At the foot of the temple stood the storm troop commander, Vader and Ravan exited it for the last time and approached him.

"Status report commander." Vader ordered.

"Sir," He acknowledged, saluting. "We have captured Bail Organa, it seems Mon Mothma escaped in one of the three transports that left the atmosphere. A fleet attacked Admiral Piett's blockade shortly after the ground assault began. They were disposed of sir, without much damage to our own fleet."

"How much?"

"Nothing we cannot fix, several star destroyers lost a number of turbo lasers, others had some minor hull breaches, one had a fuel leak, but that is about it. We can have it all repaired within a few hours."

"What losses did we take in the ground assault?"

"We last only a fourth of our legion sir."

"What legion is this?"

"The five hundred and third sir."

"What about the other legion Admiral Piett sent down to deal with the other rebel temple?"

"That was the five hundred and sixth legion sir. They neatly disposed of the rebels."

"Very well commander. Where is Bail Organa now?"

"In a convoy of shuttles headed to the Executor."

"Very good. Send word to the Emperor."

"What of Organa and the Princess, do we need them any longer."

"They may still be of some use to us, do nothing unless you hear personal word from either myself or the Emperor."

"Yes sir."

I hoped you liked the duel I wrote. I did try to make it original.