Hello earthlings! I have risen up before my month deadline that I made myself. YES, A MONTH! I made the update before a month! Action is well on its way in the next coming chapters that will have a suspensful ending... I promise you! (That just made me think of Ani in AotC where he says that to Padme). Right, so obviously before the action and final confrontation, blah, blah, there, of course, has to be emotion, right? *Smiles brightly and twitches eyebrows expectantly*. Alright, people, here I give you chapter 21!

Chapter 21. I will do what I must.

Obi-Wan Kenobi was lying sombrely on his bed, arms tucked casually behind his head and stormy grey eyes staring blankly at the ceiling above him. Outside he looked calm and serene, however that had been forced by his Jedi teachings. Obi-Wan Kenobi, unfortunately, was not one to entirely release his turmoil feelings into the Force; just more likely to bottle them up, which did no good on his worries. That was the reason his eyes portrayed a hint of sadness; haunting.

The dream/vision he had experienced was plaguing him like a disease, and he wished he could claw it out of him, but every time he thought he had shoved it out from his mind, the vision scratched it's way back in, tearing down his defences maliciously.

He shook his head in an attempt to shun the visions aspects out of his mind, yet his thoughts still wondered back to it. The Jedi Master couldn't help but wonder if there was a way he could stop it. An alternative. Could he prevent himself from falling? Taking Vizsla prisoner rather than attempt to murder him? Not attacking Anakin, his friend, brother; son? And what scared him the most, staring at Satine's motionless form, knowing he could do nothing to cauterize the smouldering blaster wound in her abdomen.

'Jedi do not dwell on the 'if' or 'what'' He reprimanded himself. 'Live in the here and now,'

Yet the whispering in the back of his mind, that urged him to assure himself that Satine would be safe haunted him, increasing his worry on the 'What if'.

"What am I supposed to do?" He murmured to himself, slowly blinking his eyes to try and quell a flood of water he felt stinging his eyes. 'If I stay, there's a possibility that what I saw may never happen, yet Vizsla could discover our location by spies and siege the hideout, savagely murdering us all. But if I go maybe I can supress this entire vision and stop what I saw from coming true,'

His mind was racing, thoughts whizzing past with the speed of a blaster bolt as he sought his options for a clear answer.

He slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, allowing flickers of the vision to replay through his mind. The images printed in front of his eyes, slowly dissolving like a sulphuric substance and to be replaced by a fresh new image. The first image was of his uncharacteristic and vicious charge towards Vizsla. Then came the image of Anakin raising his hand swiftly and shoving a powerful push towards his friend, flinging him off of his feet and towards the wall to which he smashed into before slumping to the ground. After was the vivid image of his stormy blue-grey eyes shifting to the sickening and twisted yellow of a fallen Jedi, an agent of evil, of the Sith, that burned like a roaring fire and his malicious lunge towards Anakin, the snap hiss of his lightsaber coming to life as the brilliant blue blade shot out of the hilt, as he dangerously pointed the deadly weapon towards his friend in an animistic way. And finally, the image that was then replaced by the ferocious burning of the previous sight, came one outcome he truly feared above all else: Satine, his beloved crumpling lifelessly to the ground, a smouldering black wound covering her abdomen and sticky blood slowly leaking out from underneath her, her skin turning a ghostly pale white before him. Her last breath warm yet shallow as she whispered into his ear, telling him that she loved him.

With that final image he made his decision. He wasn't sure if it was the right one, starting with the possibility that none of this could be true, or could have even more worse repercussions than he imagined, yet, even worse was the fact that he didn't know what would happen to him should Satine actually be mortally wounded or not.

Either way, whatever it did to him, he'd make sure first that everything would be okay. Satine and Mandalore.

Obi-Wan sighed in near defeat. He knew for a fact that no one would let him go, especially Anakin or Ahsoka. Satine would probably have him pinned onto the bed by her harsh scrutinizing words, as well as Anakin and Ahsoka's help by physically pinning him on it. He opened his eyes.

"I'll make my own way," He whispered softly to himself, creating with as much strength as he could muster to build a small shield around himself so his voice could not be heard unless he wished it to be. He then summoned the Force to enhance his healing and asked softly for the natural, flowing energy to feed him its strength, to which it granted, seemingly approving of his decision, as he absorbed it hungrily.

Filled with a new relief and strength, he slowly sat up, stretching as much as he could to loosen the tense muscles inside of him, feeling them tweak stiffly from their misuse. He sighed in relief that his body felt and swung his legs over the side of the bed, feet padding softly on the floor as he pushed himself with his hands off the bed, standing wobbly alone.

Once his surroundings stopped spinning around him, and the heavy dizziness in his head cleared away, did he decide to take a step forwards, testing his strength and balance. He successfully managed to keep himself upright without stumbling, though he felt the weakness in his legs from long hours of not using them. His ginger head swivelled to his left to find a fresh new cream tunic for him, almost similar to his Jedi garbs. One of the citizens must have purchased them for Anakin and laid them here for when he woke. Gratefully, he donned the garments, slipping the fine cotton tabard over his bare chest, the cool touch of the fabric against his warm skin relieving him, and feeling less strain on his near-healed slash at the side, to which a meduim sized bacta patch covered, as he tied it together and attached his belt over it, before quickly and silently donning the skin tight leggings and familiar musky brown-red boots.

Finding that his lightsaber had coincidently been laid next to his new garments, he slowly reached out and picked up the weapon, grateful that it was in his possession.

'Thank you, Anakin,' The moment his fingers grazed across the shining hilt, a familiar warmth flowed through him like a slow running river. He felt an energy and familiarity course through his veins as well as the Force, as he rolled the thin cylinder around in his hands, repeatedly tightening and loosening his grip on it to get a feel.

Finally, once he had adjusted to the weapon he had donned for nearly his whole life so far, did he clip it to his belt, where it settled nicely against his hip.

With worrisome blue-grey eyes scanning his bearings and finding everyone sitting near some crates, their attention on him distracted as they sat amongst themselves speaking in hushed tones and drinking beverages, Obi-Wan felt a small pang in his heart as his thoughts turned to the three most important people alive to him now: Anakin, Ahsoka and Satine.

'This may be the last time I ever see you on this side of the Force,' He thought morosely, eyes slowly filling with tears that made his normally stormy grey eyes sparkle an intense blue. 'I desperately want to tell you how much you mean to all of me, but the Jedi always keep me from doing so. I can't allow what I saw happen to any of you; most of all you, Satine. Anakin, my dear brother, I can't allow you to see me the way I saw myself attack you. I'm sorry all of you. But I will do what I must,'

He turned on his heel, hot tears now slowly spilling over his bottom eye lids and trailing down his tanned cheeks as he silently crept towards the side door of the warehouse – the door closest to where he had lain before hand – and silently opened it, slipping covertly through the small, ajar gap he had created.

'May the Force be with you,'

There we go! Emotional? Its like the whole 'Calm before the storm' kind of thing. Action will be building up suspensfully, not too long, and the climax is well on it's way. I've had it planned out for weeks; it's just the building up to it that I've had to think about more. I hope it isn't too cliche. Let me know what you think, folks. I'm keen to know what you think of it, what you think may happen building towards it more, and most importantly the result. Let your imagination run wild, folks. ;) See you all soon.