CHAPTER 8
"No, not information on Raven, information on Revan."
"Beep-boop-be-bee-boop."
"Yes, that's right. Darth Revan."
"Be-be-booo-boop-beep."
"Disappeared? What do you mean, disappeared?"
"You know, when you're curious about someone, it's considered polite to ask them, instead of going behind their back."
Obi-Wan spun around, away from the terminal in the Jedi Library he was using. Leaning casually against the doorframe stood Revan, lightsaber held loosely in hand.
"Alright, then. What do you want with Anakin?"
"I want to turn him to the Dark Side. I want him to rule the galaxy, no, the universe, with me. That enough information for you, Master Kenobi?" Her voice turned the title into an insult.
"And what makes you think I'll allow you to get away with this?"
"Oh, you won't remember this little conversation. In fact, all you will remember is that you trust me. You would trust me with your life. You would trust me with Anakin's life."
"I would never do that, Sith!"
"Maybe a little persuasion would do the trick?"
Suddenly there was a pressure deep within his head. It pounded, and he was filled with an abrupt, overwhelming fear. There was no where to run, no where to hide, he was terrified…
With Obi-Wan's shields down due to the Insanity she had cast on him, it was easy to reach into his mind and plant complete trust and faith with Force Persuade. She smirked. Manipulation had always been her strong point. She let the Insanity wear off, and rushed to Obi-Wan's side.
"Master Kenobi, are you alright?"
Obi-Wan looked dazed, and shook his head. "Yes, Master Star, I am fine. Thank you for your concern, it is…just a migraine."
"Can I get you something?"
"No, dear girl, I will be fine."
"If you're sure, then I should probably get back to Bastila."
"Yes, of course. Don't let me keep you." As she walked away, he thought, 'What a nice girl. Anakin is lucky to have such a true and loyal friend."
'Hook, line, and sinker.'