The galaxy within the Outer or Inner Rim was known to many planets of veritable wildlife or atmosphere. Believed by many to be infinite in size with an endless unknown species or types of organisms that thrived in their own environment, it was dangerous yet also it gave speculation among the many to what it possibly contained, leading into a desire for knowledge. Curiosity filled and sated the minds of those individuals. The galaxy was a breadth of such endless trails and paths leading to such.

For a few as well who used these invisible paths to their destination, it was also for another reason, that was to find a new life among these veritable numerous endless worlds, as they had abandoned and no longer wished to continue their old lives.

It was the reason as a single ship, containing two figures, were heading off into whatever parts of the Unknown Regions of the galaxy.

One of them was a young man with piercing azures. With a hairless chin and a young yet dark countenance, he was considered good looking and handsome by many. A scar ran down his right eye, adding into the wild messy look he donned with his blonde hair.

The other man, in contrast to his younger companion, had a full set of auburn beard and clean neat hair. His own grey gaze was filled with introspection as he and his companion traveled through the empty space of the galaxy and beyond, yet within his gaze held a hidden solemnity.

Both were known by Coruscant, by not just the Jedi but also the Republic as Anakin Skywalker and Obi Wan Kenobi, the Jedi Knights of the Order.

That is, former Jedi.

Anakin, the younger man, turned from the viewport to the older man, wanting to communicate or even by means of telepathy but the older man blocked him off. Not out of anger at him, he knew, but out of grief and a desire to simply be left alone at the moment for what had happened to him.

He of course, felt anger. Not at his mentor and best friend but rather at the Jedi, or more specifically, their council.

They never liked him of course. They only trained him as a promise of a dying man. They never saw him as anything more than a weapon that would strike against those they deem their enemy.

So Anakin himself had no problems in reciprocating that distrust. The former Chosen One didn't necessarily care. He only tolerated them because there were a few who he did consider friends, such as Master Plo Koon, or the older companion that was his best friend, Obi Wan Kenobi, and the Togruta that became like a younger sister to him, Ahsoka. Very few Anakin would personally give his undying loyalty.

When his friend had touched the dark side and slaughtered Maul in rage and fury after Satine's death, Anakin had been the one to be stunned, not just at the man who was practically by all accounts what he believed to be the poster boy of the Jedi that they would parade around like a trophy, but by also how his former Master and best friend had done so before managing to escape, calling the same Darksaber that had slain Satine back into its owner, but it was too late. Obi Wan had been considered "fallen".

Anakin had comforted the man. He understood. He understood how it had felt to give into rage and fury to slaughter the individual or those who killed their loved ones. He after all, had given into it and turned it into the Tuskens. His own relief and satisfaction at Qui Gon's killer and responsible for Obi Wan's turmoil finally gone only lasted for a second before concern filled him for his best friend's loss.

What filled him with anger however, was how the Jedi had treated his mentor after the incident. Anakin had promised and swore that he would never inform the Council, but he didn't even need to promise, for Obi Wan had told him that he informed the Council anyway.

Instead of providing compassion and empathy for the man who lost the one who gave him happiness, they instead condemned him and casted him out, for having such attachments and giving into what he believed was righteous fury.

Anakin, recalling everything he had gone through, decided that if the Council didn't care to provide such empathy, then neither would he for them. Everything from the distrust, to judgement, to disapprovalâ Anakin no longer cared for their opinion or even attempted to seek their approval. They were supposed to be compassionate but they did not, only judging in their sanctimony of arrogance and complacency as they were far more concerned of what Obi Wan did instead of what he endured.

So when Obi Wan was exiled, Anakin decided he would follow. Any form of little respect he had for them was gone with how they had treated his best friend and the man who was by all but blood his brother.

He had unclipped his lightsaber and tossed it at the feet of Yarael Poof, not just before telling them what he had done on the mission to Tatooine before the Clone Wars.

Now the two were gone, departing into whatever world they would to build a new life. But Anakin knew that his best friend was still suffering from the death of Duchess Satine and the exile from the Council. It only angered the young man even more that the Council immediately turned on his mentor for how much they paraded and praised him.

Anger gave way to concern however, at the near despondent attitude his Master donned. It was never Iike him. Unlike him.

"Obi wan. Talk to me... please stop blocking me out."

The man had turned to face him, but did not respond, at least physically.

Anakin... I'm fine.

Telepathy through their bond? Anakin resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"Master, you're not. You're not fine, Obi Wan. It's them. I know it's been them, and I'm right here. We haven't even spoke since we last landed."

At last, Obi Wan gave a wry, yet pained smile. I'm really that obvious?

Anakin shook his head. "You're the one supposed to be subtle, not me. You're the Negotiator. I'm the one who supposed to be easy to read and terrible at lying. You're the one who mix in half truths and points of views and perspective along with manipulation that no one can tell."

This time, Obi Wan finally opened up. "I'll... I'll be all right. What about you, Anakin? You and... and Padme?"

Anakin could not hide it. A pained look crossed his face, striking him through the chest yet there was nothing there. Anakin hesitated. Years of hiding his relationship from his best friend due to belief that he would be betrayed was still prevalent. "Its..." Anakin inhaled a breath, steadying himself. "It's for the best. Our relationship was beginning to fail. Divorcing her was for the best. Even if I left the Order earlier, she would have still been Senator of Naboo and her work was far more important. Our arguments would have eventually lead to a divorce. It was best we end things swiftly and instead of blaming one another and repeating the process of trying to make something work that could never."

Was it? He thought.

Obi Wan stared at him, then placed a hand on his shoulder. "If that's what you believe, Anakin. I will always support you. Nothing has changed between us. I will always support you since when I took you as a Padawan into the Order."

Anakin was glad, smiling and nodding at him. Their bond of brotherhood and friendship had not changed. If anything, it had strengthened to an unbreakable degree that nothing could fracture it. Not even banishment from the Council would cause a crack or chip it.

There was one broken bond however. Why did the Chancellor react that way? He thought the Chancellor had been a father to him. Anakin wanted to know why. Had Palpatine simply been like the rest of the greedy lapdogs of the Senate, vying for power by any means?

For now, Anakin didn't care. For now, he and his mentor would form a new life. One they would support and find their own way without anyone controlling them or telling them what is right or wrong.

"Anakin?"

"Yes Master?"

He saw his mentor's face dip into sorrow once more and Anakin wanted to reassure him and knock sense into him for lapsing back. "I'm sorry..."

"No. Just stop it Obi Wan. None of this is even your fault, I left the Order willingly alongside you and I divorced Padme-we divorced each other." He corrected waving a frustrated hand. "For the Jedi, I told them what I did and I'm glad they think they never should've taken me in, that I'm tainted from their beliefs. I wanted to after so long of them with their pretentious-"

"No. I meant, I'm sorry about your mother."

Oh... that. Anakin truthfully did still somewhat blame Obi Wan a bit, but after considering it from his best friend's point of view, he realized Obi Wan was doing what he believed was the best for him, by the Council's beliefs. A feeling of shame welled up in him for how he still blamed him.

"It's... it's not your fault. You did what you thought was right. I don't blame you, I shouldn't blame you anymore."

"Still, I'm sorry."

Anakin decided to simply cut him off. He didn't want to dwell any longer on it. "It's all right. I forgive you."

The entire situation brought a form of sick levity, and both men laughed. "We're a mess aren't we?" Obi Wan chuckled. Humor formed on his sorrow stricken visage.

Anakin agreed. "We are. But at least we'll do it together. As we always have..." A stab of pain went through him. "I just only wish..."

Obi Wan knew. "Ahsoka was here to join us?"

"Yeah." Anakin sighed.

Both Jedi thought of the Torgruta who made up their chaotic trio. As both had been effectively exiled, both had felt a feeling of guilt for what was abandonment. But thankfully, both Plo Koon and Shaak Ti, two of the Council Masters who disagreed with the treatment of them both by their other masters and their exile, informed them they would be picking up Ahsoka's training, and would be taking her in. Ahsoka after crying and kicking them both in the shins, hugged them and told them to never forget her. Anakin promised her and agreed with the Masters, for both masters were the ones who he liked and knew would treat and train Ahsoka right.

"We'll trust in the Force. And her, as we always do."

And they would see each other again, someday.

"I guess. So stop beating yourself up Master. Let's just focus on the here and now."

Those same words Qui Gon had, would be telling them now.

Obi Wan nodded. Satine would likely haunt him; he would not get over her soon, but the Jedi? He was no longer bounded to them, forced to be the perfect Jedi many saw him as and molded by them. For now, it was a new path, with his brother by his side. He would ask for nothing more.

Their ship continued to float adrift the galaxy, before a multitude of piercing white circled around the ship. Anakin grinned. "Hang on, Master. We're jumping into Hyperspace."

With those words, the two strapped themselves in, into a new part of the galaxy unknown as Anakin pressed the buttons to make the jump.