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Obi Wan Kenobi flew his starship to Kashykk, his mind a blur. Where did his loyalties lie? With the Order, regardless of what they had done to the Senate? Regardless of how they betrayed the chosen one, who had done nothing but fulfilled the prophecy? Or was he loyal to Anakin? Because he raised him and was like a son to him?
He couldn't be sure.
He wasn't sure of anything these days. All he knew was that he was on his way to Kashykk to challenge Master Yoda. The Supreme Chancellor of the Jedi Order. Guide of light. Though, as of late it seemed he were anything but.
Mace Windu walked through the various control rooms of Mustafar, the hilt of his purple lightsaber wet with green and red blood. Bodies laid in sloppy piles, severed heads scattered about here and there. The second in command leader of the Jedi Council happened upon a Separatist hold out.
"Lord Sidious promised us peace-"
"Consider this an end to your peace treaty," Mace replied. In one swift swipe of his blazing sword, the Viceroy was no more. Mace kicked his head across the room.
"An end to all those who opose the Repubic. Now we will finally have peace..." The Master whispered.
Suddenly... he felt a presence. A familar one. He turned around. A star ship landed on the landing strip just beyond the area in which he waited.
More separatists, he thought.
Mace clipped the lightsaber to his utility belt and strolled outside, hands on his hips. The landing platform descended and a lone cloaked figure climbed down the ramp.
"Skywalker," Mace said, teeth clench.
Anakin stood, legs akimbo. He shirked the cloak he wore from his back without even moving his arms.
"So... you've finally decided to turn yourself in."
"You're mistaken, Master Windu. It's you who are a wanted man."
"Wanted? You're the one who colluded with a known Sith Lord. A man who orchestrated the war from its very beginning."
"And as the chosen one, I destroyed that man. And yet, you destroyed my name. Ruined my career. But no worries. The Order and the Republic you and Master Yoda drove into the ground is no more."
"What do you mean?"
They circled each other.
"My army and I have have toppled the corrupt order and its Jedi Council. I am the acting Emperor of the Republic."
He turned his back to the Master, eyes gazing at the rivers of lava before him.
"Emperor?"
Mace Windu opened a hand and his purple lightsaber flew to his palm and ignited. He pointed the end of his blade at Anakin.
"Any Jedi not yet destroyed will be. But it is safe to say that the order is being rebuilt. The Sith were not the only corrupt ones. I am fulfilling my destiny as the chosen one. The order will begin anew. You will not be a part of it."
"No... You are wrong, Skywalker."
"Master Obi Wan seems to agree."
Mace narrowed his eyes.
"Then I suppose the time has come to end your short reign."
Anakin smiled, growling, "You will try..."
Anakin backflipped, lightsaber igniting as it flew to his palm. He attacked Mace Windu, swinging wildly, visciously, and kicking at all once. The Vaapad Master scrambled, stunned by Anakin's display of raw power. He whirled his purple lightsaber, meeting the parries with equal ferocity.
But Anakin, younger, faster, and stronger drove the Master back into a darkened corridor where their lightsabers collided in explosions of light. Mace Windu soon realized, that he was in the fight of life. There were no games, there was no playing, he needed to think -- fast. He kicked Anakin into a wall then force pulled him to the ground, knocking him over a table where separatist bodies laid in a bloody puddle.
Anakin's hand rose and he clenched his fist. Mace dropped the lightsaber, rolled over the side of the table, clutching his throat choking and gasping for dear life. Anakin jumped, lightsaber in hand, bringing it down over the master's neck. But Mace had already force pulled his purple lightsaber back to his palm and blocked Anakin's strike before it removed his head.
Anakin used his mechanical arm to press the lightsaber down, forcing the Master to kill himself with his own lightsaber. Particles popped and sparked near Mace's face. He used the force to throw Anakin back.
But in two steps the young man was attacking again, driving him out of the control room. Anakin kicked. The heel of his boot smashed into Windu's mouth. He spat blood.
"The dark side will never win," Mace said, bloodied spittle creeping from the side of his mouth down his chin.
"I concur," Anakin replied. Was it not the Vaapad that used the dark side! Did Mace Windu see his own fate?
He shook his head. "Senator Amidala will take her seat on the Senate once more. She agrees with me and Master Yoda. You've gone too far, Skywalker. She will challenge you at every step."
The revelation made Anakin falter, but just a bit. Now angry, as he wasn't before, he raced toward the master and swung again. Mace rebuttled with a strike of his own.
"You lie-" Anakin yelled, teeth clenched.
Mace nodded. "You lied from the very beginning. You were the chosen one. Our chosen destroyer. You lied about your marriage, you kept secrets from the Council."
"I knew nothing about the Chancellor's plan. You tried to destroy me, and now, you will be destroyed."
What did he mean by, Padme was planning to take her seat on the senate again? To challenge his authority? Anakin swelled with anger. His rage drove him to end the fight, pushing and pushing the Jedi Master back until they were at the edge of Mustafar's lava shore. They stood atop a hill of black sand. So hot beneath their feet it felt as though their boots would melt.
"I've accepted my fate," Mace said, nodding...panting, "but I'm taking you with me."
"You can accept your fate, master. But I have a wife and a child. You will go. But you will go alone."
Mace Windu leapt, twirling his lightsaber maniacally in one desperate move to strike Anakin down. He knew the young knight had already defeated two Sith Lords, and it seemed he would defeat him. But still... he could try.
Anakin whirled, meeting the purple lightsaber and knocking it from Windu's hand. It slid to the bank below. He swung again as Master Windu came down. His blue lightsaber met Mace's legs, which came first, then melted away both of the Master's arms.
Mace slid down the black sand hill to the fiery shore. He grunted, the searing heat of the lava bank causing his anguished flesh to rise. "Anakin..." he moaned.
But the Jedi Knight watched, silently, rapturously, as Mace groaned and moaned in agony.
"You have violated Section 313 of the Constitution, Master Windu. And for that, the Order will begin anew. It will begin without you."
Mace growled, an ember catching his clothes and igniting them. Anakin turned away, unable to look any longer as the fire consumed him.
"This is the end for you, master. I'm sorry. I wish it were otherwise..." He spoke, his back facing Master Windu's incinerating body. It was only a few minutes, but his death seemed to take forever. The flames raged and roared, its shadows flickering like a great black monster.
Finally, Mace Windu groaned and wailed sorrowfully. Then the wailing was no more.
Anakin ran to the landing dock.
Obi Wan's ship landed in an area of the dense forest, where the intelligence division of 191st Storm Brigade had told him to go. It was Master Yoda's coordinates. He had met with the wookies, and seemed to be in hiding there having learned of the fall of the OLD JEDI ORDER.
Yoda watched as the starship landed, and the platform descended. He had already sensed his pupil. His favorite pupil Obi Wan Kenobi. A pupil who rose quickly through the ranks of the Jedi to become a favored Master. A pupil whose infant body he had once cradled in a pod many many years ago.
Yoda had also sensed the fall of his order. And the fall of his second favorite and closest pupil, Mace Windu. There was time still to save him, he thought. But now, he must deal with the unfavorable act ahead of him. Time to put an end to the pupil who was once a dear friend.
Yoda stood in clearing, leaning on his gimer stick. Obi Wan walked down the ramp, head low, hidden inside of his cloak.
"Master Yoda," he said, with a reverent bow of his head.
"Rise, padawan. Come you have, to destroy me. Have you not?"
"Those are my instructions."
"So it would seem. Student becomes master?"
"Aye, master. That is the case, when this is over."
Yoda's eyes fell to the ground below, his heart heavy with sorrow for the already slain. "You are resolute. But defeat me, you cannot."
"For the good of the Order, I must. That is what you have taught me, Master."
"The boy I knew is no more. And call me master, you must not. Destroy you I will, as though you are cast unto me, a spawn of Force-hell."
"And it seems, you, have shown your anger. Which is not the Jedi way. The Council have become pious and prideful, vainglorious. Unwilling to compromise. It is a fact, that we have violated the Order and the laws of the Republic in overthrowing the senate. Our part in the war, our part in politics have no place in the Jedi religion. I am here Master, to begin it anew -- where you have failed us."
"Talk no more, we will."
Yoda brandished his lightsaber. It floated to his palm.
"May the Force be with you," Obi Wan said.
"It is. Hope for you sake, the Force is with you, Padawan. But fear it is not, I do."
Yoda attacked, flopping and flipping from tree to tree -- his lightsaber twirling and whirling manically. Obi Wan Kenobi blocked each blow. Suddenly, the little green Jedi had a reveleation. Beneath Obi Wan Kenobi's undestated fashion was a warrior unlike any he had ever faced. It was not hate that fueled him. Strength or raw power. But a sense of moral right. A sense of being decent and good. These were reasons Obi Wan had been his favorite pupil. But also a reason why he had underestimated him. Until now.
The two masters fought for what seemed like an endless time. neither seeming to win just yet. Obi Wan waited patiently for the Supreme Master to near him before reaching out with his lightsaber to strike. It was his style. As Mace Windu once told him, he was not a master of Sorensu. But THE master of Sorensu. IT was at this moment, that Obi Wan realized, he was more than qualified to duel Master Yoda. But qualified to take his place as the benevolent leader of the New Order. He was not pious, or prideful as Master Yoda had become. He was not vain. Arrogance is why Master Yoda was losing now. Obi Wan Kenobi's patience was wearing Yoda's 900 year old body to a point of exhaustion. The sun had waned. Hours they had been fighting when Yoda came to a decision.
He raised an arm, drawing a one ton branch from the top of a nearby tree to Obi Wan's head. But Obi Wan flipped backward, out of its path. And forward again, to match the Master. He looked around.
Yoda was gone. As was his starship.