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Guest(s): I assume you're all different readers but thank you each for your comments! I totally agree that despite all the guilt and remorse Obi Wan feels, and how he wants to help Anakin, Anakin needs to take a small step and actually accept it. Guess we'll see if he ever gets there :) Poor Ani indeed.

DS2010: Anakin? Hard on himself? Never (sarcasm). Poor Ani. It's only gonna get worse from here. Hehehe

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Obi Wan figured that being left alone presented himself with the perfect opportunity to look for plausible escape routes. Unfortunately, there was no hope. The vents even had protections to prevent him from getting through. Obi Wan might have scoffed. He was much too big to fit through the vents anyway, so it seemed redundant. He did have a sobering moment where he thought that the coverings might not have been put in place for him, but rather for Vader. He knew for a fact that Anakin could push himself through all sorts of odd spaces, despite his size, with nothing to aid him other than sheer willpower and a little luck. Suddenly, he hoped they had been put in place for him.

Hours passed with nothing to do, and Obi Wan decided after fruitlessly searching the room, that he would try his hand at meditation. He had already been captured after all, there was no need to hide that he had the force. He sat down crosslegged, putting his hands on his knees, like a youngling first learning how to meditate. He rustily reached out to the force, allowing it to come to him. At first all he could sense was the ship, the overwhelmingly darkness aboard it. It was so encompassing Obi Wan almost withdrew for fear he was to weak to navigate around it, but as he pushed through he started to sense the individual presences aboard the ship. They weren't distinct, and couldn't be traced but it brought him comfort to know that he could feel them.

A sudden presence nearly blind sighted him, it was so familiar that Obi Wan would have recognized it anywhere. He had shared a bond with this person, one forged through the pain and trails of war and brotherhood. One, Obi Wan thought, he would never see again. One who's last moments that Obi Wan could remember being so full of pain and regret as they leveled their blaster. Good soldiers follow orders snapping their bond in half as though neither could bear the thought of what following orders had meant. Now the signature was tainted and faded, but the it could only belong to Cody. Obi Wan tried and failed to sort through whatever feelings that brought up.

As suddenly as the presence had come, a thousand other signatures became glaringly familiar. Obi Wan fought the disorientation of so many overwhelming people. Waxer, Boil, Wooley, Trapper, Coric, Kix, Jesse, Fives, Echo, and more, they were all here, on the ship, each signature tainted and damaged but at their core they were still them. The 212th and 501st battalions were so close yet so far and it was too much. Too much all at once. He had to withdraw, close himself off.

His body met the floor with a harsh thud, air leaving his lungs at the unexpectedness of the collision. He had to have been floating slightly, allowing his lack of control to effect the things around him. Several other objects clanged to the floor as he pushed himself up. Obi Wan was only vaguely aware that hours must have passed in meditation, because the lights of the ship had changed to give the illusion of night. Given they were deep in space, it always looked the same, so the ships had been set to give the facade of a day/night structure. Vader still had yet to return, and Obi Wan was still at a loss for what to do if he did. What should he expect? Torture for information that he had long since lost, or maybe just pain for the sake of it. Was he to be executed publicly, like so many of the traitors before him? Or perhaps he was to stay here as a sort of trophy, a jedi masted chained like an animal to the galaxies most feared enforcer of the emperor.

Something inside him said that everything was as the force had willed it, that it was correcting a dark path that had gone so astray, but Obi Wan didn't know if that was truly the Force, or just what he hoped was true.

I know I never write anything at the bottom, but I feel like I have to clarify. I know some of the clones I mentioned died in the clone wars (cough cough, half of the 501st that went with Ahsoka), but I have elected to ignore that. Maybe it's because I still haven't come to terms with it, or maybe its because I have a deep seething anger watching all the clones get killed off... I think it's the latter.