Title: Hidden Shadows Seeking Light
Rating: I wish I knew. I am putting it at PG-13 just because I don't know
any better and would rather err on the safe side.
Genre: Drama/Mild Angst
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Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this story. They are, were and
will always belong to Mr. George Lucas creator of an amazing universe. Not
only does this story contain elements of the universe that Mr. Lucas
created but also the Alternate Universe (AU) found in a wonderful story
called An Untimely Frost by CYNICAL21.
Just to a little guide as to what things mean:
/-/ Bond thought //-// Private thought "-" Speaking aloud
****AUTHOR'S NOTE: I just wanted to thank each of you for sticking with me
through these many many weeks. I hope you won't be disappointed with this
FINAL chapter. Yes Hidden Shadows is done. There is a lead in at the
bottom for the sequel and an overview as well as a title to be looking for
in the Fall. Once again I wanted to thank each of you for the lovely
reviews, emails and for just reading my work. It is a privilege to write
for each of you. Well on with the latest and the last chapter.
He stood, ignoring his own fatigue and weakness, watching her through the
glass which separated them. He refused to dwell on her injuries instead
remaining focused on how grateful he was that she was alive. She was
alive. He kept repeating the words over and over again in his mind still
trying to banish his earlier feelings of devastation when he believed that
she had slipped away from him. He swallowed against the lump that formed
in his throat.
He had come so close to giving up at that moment. Saischel once again had
come to his rescue. Even now if he dove down deep enough he could still
sense her presence with him. It held the comfort of a promise yet to be
fulfilled. He now knew that he could have other loves in his life as long
as he understood that their time would come when she would share him with
no other. He too felt a deep longing for that time. It was an instinctive
need for her. He knew that there was a part of him that only she could
complete. Their moment would come and in the meantime it was alright for
him to fill the void with another that he chose to love. That person was
Tuning out the constant hum of the monitoring devices in the room, Obi-Wan
found that he was unable to take his eyes from Adi's body. He used the
precious moments he had to memorize the curve of her jaw and her slender
graceful fingers. There was so much to this amazing woman that he had yet
been given the time to learn. There were so many wonders that comprised
her. He wondered if he would ever learn of them all.
He had grown up admiring her strength and character as a knight then as a
master and now a Council member, but he had only recently begun to enjoy a
glimpse of Adi Galia, the woman. He pressed his hand against the cool
slick surface and was struck by how different it felt compared to the
warmth of her skin. He smiled in spite of the loss of contact. It was
enough for the moment that he was this close to her and that she was going
He closed his eyes and reached for her. He could feel the new bond still
warm in his mind. He hadn't meant to form this tie but in his attempt to
save her the bond had been formed. It wasn't unheard of but was discouraged
among the Jedi except in the rare cases where Jedi married. It had formed
so easily. He was certain that it had something to do with his new found
abilities as the Chosen One. He realized that he would have to learn to
manage these skills with more finesse in the future or else he would find
himself bonded to every being he attempted to help.
Unable to resist the temptation he touched the bond between them. His eyes
never left her as he felt her mind reach back for his. Even from the
slight exertion he could feel his life force wobble a bit. It was going to
take him a few more days to recover from his encounter with the Sith.
Pushing past his weakness, he used what strength he had to send the
beautiful master a reassuring touch.
//Cold.// Came the response and he smiled encouraged by how rapidly she
had detected his touch.
//I know My Love, but I promise to warm you up just as soon as you are out
of that tank.// He sent back throwing in a few images to encourage her
understanding. He felt her touch his mind once more reacting with both
anticipation and a touch of humor as she sent back what her mind had first
interpreted his thoughts to be versus what he had truly sent. Obi-Wan
blushed in spite of himself and smiled up at the woman's face basking once
more in the pure joy that he had not lost her.
//You lost our bet.// He sent triumphantly over their connection.
//Took advantage of me.// She weakly sent back.
//No I didn't. But rest assured that I plan to.// He replied his humor
evident as well as his intentions.
"Enough of that! At this rate she'll never heal." Mirilent's voice caused
Obi-Wan to jump. He felt caught until he reminded himself that he was no
longer a teenage padawan flirting with an agemate.
"Must you sneak up on me like tha? You could have given me a heart
attack." He sighed clutching his chest of dramatic effect.
"I'll give you worse than that if you don't get back to your room." She
raised one eyebrow in mocked anger, but Obi-Wan realized that the woman
meant business. If this is what having a mother was like then he could
fully understand why Anakin missed his so much. There was something tender
and reassuring about having someone who was totally devoted and unyielding
about his care. He couldn't imagine not having this Healer to watch over
him. She had traveled the universe in order to fight for his life as he
fought for the lives of others.
As he walked past the small woman, he laid a hand to her shoulder and gave
her a mischievous smile. When he spoke his voice was soft and full of
"What have you been doing with yourself with me out of the Temple? I
haven't seen one frightened padawan trembling at your side." He glanced
around her as if in search of a trembling student failing to find one he
shook his head as he turned back to her. "I believe your mellowing out."
She slapped his well toned behind as he continued passed her. He turned
back in surprise. "I would never have thought you were into that-" He
began his eyes twinkling with mirth.
"Look Pretty Boy, just because you've survived a whole year as a Knight,
and yes I lost a considerable amount of credits over that fact," Obi-Wan
began to chuckle knowing full well that the woman would never bet against
him, "doesn't mean you can come in here and start ignoring my orders. The
sith ain't got nothing on me when it comes to being scary. You got me?"
Her voice was hard but he knew if he pushed she would smile. He chose
instead to give her a look of completely innocence as he threw his hands up
"Yes Master Soljan. I am at your command." He glanced once more at his
lover still hanging suspended in the healing tube.
"She'll be alright." Mira said glancing over her shoulders and checking
the controls. "But you need rest. You were injured yourself. You came
very close to overextending your life force. You must never do that again.
Do you hear me?" Her concern for the Knight was evident in the sincerity
of her tone. He had frightened her this time. He had really frightened
"I hear you." He said softly reaching out to tough the Healer's arms. She
sighed, smiling, and shook her head.
"Until next time when someone else's life depends on you risking your own."
She sounded a bit exasperated.
"I'm a Jedi, Mira, what else would you have me do? It's not just what I
am. It's who I am." She understood that now, as she always had, that was
why she was constantly amazed that he was still alive at all. From an
early age he had put others before himself without any thought of himself.
One day it would get him killed and she knew this, but as any mother knows,
it was better for him to live one day as himself than a thousand denying
who he was. She would take everyday he was granted and try to be there for
the man when the inevitable did happen. She would be there even in that
last terrible moment to ease his pain and suffering. It would be the
hardest moment of her life but she loved him too much not to be there. She
had learned long ago that was what love did. It walked into flames never
giving a thought about the heat.
Obi-Wan noticed the tears forming in Mira's eyes and knew that she too
would need a few more days to recover from his confrontation with the Sith.
He nodded in understanding trying to convey that he understood that he
risked more than his own life when he placed himself in peril. It was
enough that he understood and the Healer embraced him. She then smiled and
worked to lighten the mood between them.
"So tell me what new tricks you can do now that you are the Chosen One."
"I'm afraid I'm not really sure." Obi-Wan admitted throwing his arm around
the woman with only minimal pain as they exited the tank room heading back
in the direction of his own.
"What?" The woman mocked humorously. "I would have thought you could at
least juggle or throw your voice." Obi-Wan laughed in response. As an
initiate those had been two of his first proud moments when he had first
begun manipulating the Force. He had run down to the healer's wing as fast
as his legs would carry him to show off for Mira.
"Mira remind me never to get on your bad side. You know all my best and
worst secrets." He deadpanned.
"You're damn right I do and also each and ever birth mark and scar on that
lovely and much sought after body of yours. So you'd better do what I say
got me?" She warned only half kidding.
"Got ya." He agreed.
"How many dead?" The numbers weren't good and Mace's brow furrowed as he
and Yoda exchanged a look while listening to Ki Adi Mundi's report.
How had this happened? How had the Sith been able to set up such an
elaborate training facility right under the Jedi's noses?
"You need your rest." Maraji walked in interrupting the meeting. Ki Adi
Mundi stared between the Masters and the Healer. "Don't bother looking to
them." Mara stated checking Mace's monitor. "This is my wing and what I
say goes. Master Windu may have visitors again in a few hours." Ki seemed
a little thrown but managed to bow his head in respect before leaving.
"Mara, you've been working with Mira too long." Mace grumbled but was in
all honestly relieved that the Healer had insisted on his getting some
rest. His head had begun to ache as were his muscles. He found himself
wondering if he would ever regain his full strength.
"You're not the first to accuse me of that." Mara confessed smiling.
"And how is my Padawan?" Yoda asked knowing full well who would have made
such a comparison to the man.
"I'm not sure. Mira had gone in search of him. He had left his bed."
Both Master smiled at that revelation. It was so like Obi-Wan to push
himself and ignore medical orders. "It isn't that he shows disrespect for
the medical orders, he just tends to view them more as suggestions than
actual orders. Perhaps you could work with him on that?" Mara suggested
giving Yoda a knowing look. Satisfied with Mace's progress he turned his
attention back to Yoda.
"You are his Master after all." Mara added as he watched the smaller
master. Yoda sent out a slight feeler for the missing Knight. A smile
etched itself across his face as he located his missing Padawan.
"Found him she has." Yoda announced after a moment. "Back in his room he
"With about two additional pounds of advice and lecture I'm sure." Mace
"If he's lucky. She was pretty well fit to be tied when she saw he was up.
She knew exactly where to start looking for him though."
"Adi." It was a statement not a question. The Healer looked up and met
Mace's gaze before nodding.
"We expect a full recovery." He smiled and watched the man relax with
relief. "Now Master Yoda," He paused regarding the being he was addressing.
"Why don't you go spend some time with Obi-Wan while Master Windu here gets
a bit more rest?" Yoda nodded realizing he was being politely dismissed.
He lowered himself from the chair and made his way towards the door.
"What time is the assembly?" Mace asked just as the green master was about
to pass through the door.
"This evening in the Great Hall." Yoda replied. He had hoped that Mace
would be strong enough to attend but realized now that his friend too weak
to attempt it. He did feel his hope buoyed by the fact that Obi-Wan was up
He had meditated earlier and had felt certain that it was the will of the
Force that the Knight be present at the gathering. He felt calm about
facing his fellow Jedi. He somehow got the impression that it would be
another who would convey all that must be done in order for the Jedi to
He wondered even now if that person realized what his role would be in
leading the Jedi into this new era. The old master doubted it but knew in
time the Force would reveal its plan to the young man.
Anakin was in the communication center with Qui-Gon as they waited to
receive an update as to his mother's whereabouts. She had left Tatooine
the day before and if everything had gone as it should was scheduled to
arrive on Coruscant in a few hours.
Anakin was barely able to contain his excitement. Qui-Gon felt his nervous
anticipation through the Force. There had been a time when he would have
felt the need to reprimand him for his lack of serenity, but things had
changed, he had changed. Qui-Gon now found that he could just enjoy the
boy's unbridled enthusiasm without linking it to a lesson. He could enjoy
the boy,as a man instead of always viewing through the eyes of a master.
"They should be arriving in approximately eight hours." The droid
"And how will her arrival be effected by the increased security measures.
Are they allowing ships in yet?" Qui-Gon asked the droid.
"Ships are coming in but not out of our system at the moment. She will
have to pass through normal custom's stations for all off planet arrivals
but this should not delay her for more than a standard hour if her papers
are in order." Qui-Gon nodded and glanced down at the boy. Anakin
returned his gaze his blue eyes piercing the man. He had seen this same
look of unabashed joy in Anakin's eyes on the day when boy had won the pod
race. Funny, he hadn't seen this same look since. He felt ashamed that he
had not noticed the loss, but also grateful that now it had returned.
"Looks like nine more hours." He spoke kneeling down to the boy's level.
"Do you think you can make it that long?" He asked in honesty seeing how
wound up the boy was. Anakin smiled and nodded his head.
"I'll make it." He announced loudly.
"We have a few hours so I was hoping to spend a few of them visiting with
both Mace and Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon announced as they began heading out of the
"I think I'll go visit Pratell. She in staying in Master Yoda's quarters.
I think she could use a friend." Anakin admitted. "If that is okay with
you, Master?" He asked.
"I think that is a fine idea." Qui-Gon admitted and realized he was glad
that he and Obi-Wan would have a little time alone together. "Once we have
finished our visits we will then head to Resident Accommodations to secure
quarters for your Mother." Anakin smiled and thanked his Master.
"Do you think that she has missed me as much as I have missed her?" Anakin
asked his voice sounding slightly worried and unsure.
"More." Qui-Gon replied. "More Anakin. I've no doubt that letting you go
was the hardest thing that she ever did. The fact that she is already on
her way is indicative of her desire to see you again. She must have leapt
at the chance, taking no time to pack." He smiled and wrapped his arm
around the boy's thin shoulders.
"She's a slave Master Qui-Gon. She doesn't really have much to pack." His
voice was soft. Qui-Gon noticed how the boy's voice softened and his eyes
were now lowered in shame.
"Anakin." Qui-Gon's voice held all the authority that a Master of the Jedi
Order should hold. The young boy looked up instantly concerned that he had
in some way displeased his Master. Instead of seeing anger in his
Master's eyes though he found compassion and it warmed him inside to see
the affection in his gaze."There is no shame in what happened to you or
your mother. You may have been slaves but the shame is not yours. The
shame covers the Hutts and beings like Watto who perpetuate a system where
slavery exists. You must never allow anyone to make you feel less because
you were forced into an unjust situation. You had no choice. The fact
that you understand what it feels like to be a victim of such injustice
will cause you to be a much more compassionate and prudent Jedi." His
voice was firm but kind.
"Do you really think so Master Qui-Gon?" Anakin's eyes were filled with
wonder. "You really think that the fact that I was a slave could make me a
better Jedi?" He asked incredulously.
"That all lies within you Anakin. If you choose to allow it to make you a
better Jedi, if you are willing to reach deep and act in compassion out of
your knowledge then yes, but if you chose to focus instead on the anger and
shame you feel having been a slave then no. If you choose the latter path
then it will very well be your undoing. A Jedi must always rise above and
uphold truth, justice, compassion, and mercy." Qui-Gon spoke softly but
once again made certain to hold the boy's gaze so that Anakin would fully
understand the danger associated if he chose poorly.
"I will Master." Anakin stated firmly.
They reached the point where their paths diverged. Qui-Gon dismissed him
with a nod and a smile. It felt good to watch the young boy bubbling over
with a joy he had never seen in the young man before. Things felt better
now. He realized that they both felt better together. There had always
seemed to an unspoken fear between them. Qui-Gon had always feared that
perhaps choosing to train the boy had been the wrong decision and it seemed
that perhaps Anakin had always felt that his choosing to leave his mother
in order to be trained had been a mistake as well. Now it felt as though
both were finally at some peace with the decision that they had made a
little over a year ago.
"Are you certain about this Master?" Obi-Wan asked his voice sounding
unsure and a bit intimidated. Yoda nodded solemnly.
"Meditated I did on the matter. Sure of what the Force was telling me I
am. Meditate you must. Show you it will." He stated. Obi-Wan nodded.
He had no idea that he would be stepping into his new role in the Order so
quickly. He felt over whelmed as he closed his eyes allowing his body to
sink deeper into the soft bed beneath him.
"It all feels so daunting." He admitted in a small voice. Yoda smiled
staring lovingly at the boy. He reached out and laid his hand upon Obi-
Wan's arm. Obi-Wan opened his eyes and gave his Master a pleading look.
Yoda chuckled and shook his head.
"Prepared you are." Yoda stated firmly then his voice turned softer.
"Alone you will not be. The Force will be with you always." He reassured
the young man.
Obi-Wan nodded obediently and knew that his Master's words were true. It
just all felt like too much. He was still trying to process the fact that
he was the Chosen One and now he was being asked to address the entire
Temple as the Chosen One. He couldn't imagine what he would say. He had
the sudden longing to bolt from his bed and run as far and as fast as he
"Find you I would." Yoda stated firmly. Obi-Wan smirked and then laughed
"I'm sure that you would." He admitted, but it might get me out of this
one meeting. He sighed and closed his eyes once more.
"Meditate you must. Help you it will." Yoda stated his voice soft but
firm. Obi-Wan knew that the being was right. He just needed time to
prepare. He only had a few hours. Obi-Wan glanced at the door as it
opened. He found Qui-Gon standing in the doorway.
"Your fan club is waiting in the hall." He announced smiling. Obi-Wan
groaned and placed his arm up over his eyes once more. Qui-Gon furrowed
his brow and approached the bed throwing Yoda a curious glance..
"Is something wrong?" He asked instantly worried that Obi-Wan's condition
"I have to speak at the assembly tonight." Obi-Wan stated softly. "Just
feeling a bit overwhelmed I suppose." Qui-Gon gave an audible sigh of
"You took five years off my life span." He muttered as he slapped good
naturedly at Obi-Wan's feet as he headed out to relay this new information
to the Knight's waiting friends. They would understand. He returned a few
moments later just as Yoda was leaving the room.
"Time he must have to meditate." Yoda stated firmly ending any illusions
the other master might have as to the possibility of a lengthy visit with
"Yes Master I am aware of that fact." Qui-Gon tried to keep his tone
respectful. "I won't stay but a moment." Yoda cast one more glance in Obi-
Wan's direction before leaving.
"What did you tell them?" Obi-Wan asked as soon as the door closed once
more. He felt relieved that his ex-Master had obviously postponed the
visit from the other knights, but certainly didn't want his friends feeling
that he was avoiding them. "Were they upset?"
"Not at all. I explained about what you had before you this evening and
they agreed that you needed your rest if you were going to be able to get
through it." Qui-Gon stated matter-of-factly as he moved to sit beside the
Knight. "They understood. They were there remember?" He gave the Knight
a humor filled look.
"How am I going to do this?" Obi-Wan asked as he once again laid back in
his bed and covered his eyes with his arm. Qui-Gon smiled at the Knight's
hopeless tone. It was reminiscent of other moments from their past. Those
moments, just like the one the Knight had before him now, had all been
faced and triumphed over. He had no doubt that Obi-Wan would once again
rise to the occasion and do what was asked of him.
"Do what?" The older man asked hoping perhaps if the Knight discussed it he
would see that he was ready for what lay before him. .
"Lead the Order. Show them the way. Sooth their fears. Be their Chosen
One." His voice was so full of desperation Qui-Gon felt compelled to
"Do you trust the Force?" Qui-Gon asked. Obi-Wan opened his eyes a
shocked expression on his face.
"What?" He asked. "You know I do." Qui-Gon nodded.
"Yes I know you do. That's all you have to do Obi-Wan. You will appear
before the Order tonight not as their Chosen One but as Knight Kenobi, the
one chosen by the Force, the same man you have always been. You will do
as you always have in the past. You will reach for the Force and you will
rely upon it to see you through. It has never failed you. It will not fail
you now." The man's words, like his voice, were soothing to the Knight.
Obi-Wan felt his calm returning. He laughed at his moment of weakness.
"I can't believe I lost sight of that." He admitted feeling slightly
embarrassed. "This certainly wasn't one of my finer moments." He smiled
up at his ex-Master.
"After what you have endured a momentary lapse is understandable. It's
time though to get back on course." Obi-Wan nodded.
"I must meditate." He stated firmly.
"Can I help you to the garden?" Qui-Gon asked standing as he did so while
reaching out his hand to help the Knight. Obi-Wan nodded. He took the
offered hand and was grateful for the aid from his ex-Master. He wobbled
slightly and Qui-Gon tightened his grip. The hand upon Obi-Wan's waist and
arm felt comforting and natural. There had been a time, not so long ago,
when accepting help from Qui-Gon would have made Obi-Wan feel weak, but now
everything had changed. He no longer felt he had something to prove to the
man. They were finding their own way now. He found himself filled with
hope. This truly was going to be a workable friendship.
"Thank you for coming after me and for finding Adi and I." Obi-Wan's
gratitude washed over the other man.
He remained silent choosing instead to send a warm embrace along their bond
as he helped his most beloved padawan find his way.
Sador made his final jump into hyperspace. He was purposely jumping in and
out in of systems in order to throw off any Jedi who might possibly be in
pursuit of him. He felt his escape had been undetected but didn't feel
comfortable taking any unnecessary chances.
He settled back against the pilot seat and sighed realizing he was finally
on his way to Thulle. It was his final destination. He hoped against hope
that Sidious and Dooku had not left any information about the second
training facility that was located there. Surely the men knew better than
to leave the entire Sith Order exposed.
He felt he could breathe for the first time since the attack upon the
Coruscant base. It had happened so suddenly. One moment he had felt
certain that the sith had the upper hand, then there had been the
disturbance in the Force and suddenly the sith were fleeing for their
lives. It had happened so quickly. He had realized, as had the rest of
the students when Dooku had been eliminated, that something had gone
terribly wrong. He had never felt the end of Sidious but had seen no
possible escape for the dark lord. He had felt the power the Chosen One
possessed. The dark one would not be taken without a battle but Sador
doubted that the older man's powers could come close to matching that of
the Chosen One.
Sidious was no doubt either dead or being held somewhere deep within the
bowels of the Jedi Temple now. He felt a strange allegiance toward the
man. He had after all found Sador, taken him out of his life of poverty,
trained him. Sador was who he was because of Sidious. As much as Sador
felt he owed the man though he couldn't help but delight now in what had
been left to him. He would learn from the man's mistake. Sidious had
allowed his own pride and arrogance to cost the man not only his own life
but lives of many sith as well. Sador sighed in disgust. It wasn't that
he cared for any of his fallen comrades, but each loss marked a loss of
both resources and time. He hated waste and when he was officially placed
over the sith he would insure that such losses were avoided.
Sador stared out into the darkness of space and considered how he would
break the news of their loss on Coruscant to the apprentices on Thulle?
They would no doubt look to him for leadership. They would no doubt need
him to complete their training and formulate a new strategy.
Sador felt a surge of power as he considered the position he had inherited
at the moment of the dark lord's death. He was now the leader of the sith.
He was the one who would lead them into victory over the Jedi. He smiled
as he realized he was the dark lord now.
The Great Hall was seldom used in the Temple. In the past though, the
grand room had always been used for celebratory occasions marked with great
joy and happiness. Whether it was the calling out of new padawans or the
knighting of new Jedi, the mood in the hall was always bright and
exuberant, but today's gathering was different from all the other times the
Jedi had gathered. The mood was anything but joyous. There were no new
padawans or knights to be called out nor were there any retiring masters to
be honored. No, today the Great Hall held the entire population of the
Temple with the exception of those masters, padawans, and knights who were
scattered throughout the galaxy on missions. Rumor had it that even those
who were not physically present were at the very least observing the
gathering via the holonet. Whatever the purpose for the gathering, the
Council had gone to great length to contact as many members of their order
as possible and made it quite imperative that they participate. The
message given today had to be clear and the Order had to be united if they
were to survive the now apparent presence of the Sith.
There was the sound of those assembled shifting in their seats and hushed
whispers which taken individually amounted to little but with the entire
Temple assembled equated to a low roar within the Great Hall as the
leadership of the Temple filed onto the main platform.
Obi-Wan glanced out recognizing most of the faces that his gaze fell upon.
He felt odd standing upon the platform with the others. He was the only
Knight among the leaders of the assembly. The surviving members of the
Jedi Council were of course present as was Qui-Gon and several of the other
senior masters. He wondered if this was his first glimpse at his new life
in the Order. It was hard to feel that he belonged among those he long
held in the highest esteem. As if reading his thoughts, he felt Qui-Gon
reached out along their bond and send a comforting embrace. The Knight had
to admit feeling the man at his side did feel wonderfully familiar and he
smiled at his ex-Master hoping that he too felt the nostalgia of the
Yoda glanced to his right as well finding his Padawan staring out at the
various Jedi gathered. There was strong feeling of both fear and
trepidation coming from the members before them. Obi-Wan closed his eyes
latching on to his center and steadying himself. Yoda managed to connect
lightly with Obi-Wan's leg with his walking stick. Obi-Wan glanced down at
his Master, the green being's eyes were both serious and concerned.
"Lead you the Force will." The green Master assured him. Obi-Wan had
hoped that he would not have to speak and was secretly still holding to
that hope. He had decided earlier in the day when he had been mediating
that he would only speak if he truly felt the Force was demanding that he
He watched as Yoda made his way to the podium and elevated himself to where
the audience could both see and hear him.
Qui-Gon moved closer to Obi-Wan and the young Knight was once more
comforted by the familiar Force signature at his side. This felt right. He
reached out and felt a resounding confirmation through the Force.
Yoda began addressing the Order. He knew that many of the masters and
knights were no doubt wondering why he was speaking and not Mace. He also
realized that with the Temple gossip mill in full operation that many of
them already knew the details of what had occurred concerning the powerful
master. The old master felt a wave of gratitude that his friend was
safely recovering in the Healer's Wing. He knew that it was important
considering their great losses incurred during the battle with the Sith
that all assembled realize that even their strongest are vulnerable to the
dark ones attacks.
As he began speaking a hush fell over the room. His hoarse gravelly voice
reverberated throughout the hall demanding the respect which he had earned
over his many years of service. He began by working to alleviate the fear
and apprehension that he was sensing from those assembled. He calmly
explained the events of the last few days. The Hall once more erupted into
a crest of outrage and disbelief when the old Master revealed Chancellor
Palpatine's involvement with the Sith Order that had been discovered.
There was a deathly silence that filled the hall when the Yoda painfully
exposed the Council's failure to sense the existence of the sith or their
training facility. The fear and apprehension rose once more as the members
tried to wrap their minds around the fact that their chosen leaders were in
fact blind to the threat that had been growing at their very doorstep. It
appeared that Yoda was beginning to lose control of the meeting when Obi-
Wan felt a prick against his mind and knew what he had to do.
Stepping forward he bowed graciously to his Master before replacing him at
the podium. Yoda couldn't hide his pride that the Knight had recognized as
he had the Force's urging. He gave the young man a playful wrap with his
stick as he headed back to join the rest of the leadership at the back of
Curiosity overpowered the fear and outrage as the members assembled now
fell silent again wondering why this young Knight was standing before them.
There were a few whispers where the words "Chosen One" echoed through the
Great Hall. Obi-Wan chose to ignore the title for now relying instead on
the Force to guide him. He was after all but a servant of the Force. He
was its conduit. Clearing his throat he felt a wave of gratitude as his
gaze fell on Bant, Garin and Siri all seated in the very front row. They
were each giving him personal signs and signals of encouragement. Bowing
graciously to his friends he began.
"I see so many familiar faces among you. We are after all family to one
another. I, like most of you, never knew my birth family, and therefore
have always considered the Temple to be my home and my fellow Jedi to be my
family. I've heard it said that the measure of a family is not how well
they manage during the best of times but it is how well they handle the
worst of times. I feel the next few years will definitely determine our
Of course you are all aware of how the galaxy is constantly watching each
of us to see how we react or refuse to react to various situations. This
crisis is no different. They will look to us and any weakness we present
will be amplified and used to our enemy's advantage. This is a war we can
win and make no mistake about it. We are now at war." He paused allowed
the weight of his words to fall from the elevated podium down upon the
Nothing has changed from yesterday except now our enemy is exposed. Our
advantage has been increased. The time to fear, if there had been such a
time, would have been the months and years leading up to this moment. Now
we have the upper hand. Now it is important that we no longer rely upon
the proven methods but reach out to the Force asking for the first time in
a long time what it is that it would have us do.
The Council will be reevaluating their role in working along side the
Senate, the Training Masters will be reevaluating the curriculum and
methods used with our initiates and padawans, knights will be asked to
return for further instruction in saber techniques, there is much that we
all must do. Most importantly we must NOT fear. That is exactly what the
dark lord is counting on. He wants you afraid. He wants you to hide and
tremble at the threat that his sith order poses to the Jedi." He took
another deep breath and was amazed how quiet the hall was as he waited a
moment reaching out to the Force before continuing.
"Do not be deceived. Not by the dark lord nor by your own arrogance. We
must all acknowledge our complacency and vow this moment to renew our
commitment to the light. We are servants of the Force. It is there for us
now guiding us, leading us, showing us the way. We but must only open our
eyes and see, quiet our spirits to that we might hear, embrace our future
not with hearts trembling with fear but with hearts beating with courage
and determination. Many of us might fall in this war. But any cause
worth fighting for must also be worth dying for. Fight with me my brothers
and sisters. Together we will defeat the sith and renew the spirit of
truth and justice both in our Republic and the galaxy it represents. " A
cheer rose up from the floor. As the assembly leapt to their feet in
excitement cheering on the young knight that they all knew if not
personally then surely by reputation. Obi-Wan waited for the room to grow
quiet once more as he humbly gestured for the applause to cease. Once he
had their attention he continued.
"Having lived in this building most of my days I know the power of the
Temple grapevine and realize that rumors have been circulating concerning
the fact that I am the Chosen One. I am here to inform you all." He paused
shaking his own head. "That those rumors are true." There was a gasp of
surprise. Obi-Wan chuckled. "Exactly my response as well." Soft laughter
filled the hall. "But I have been trained to trust the Force and trust it
I will. It matters not whether I feel worthy of being the Chosen One, the
Force has chosen me. So I live as I will die, serving the Force." The
room was hushed as he continued.
"Lord Sidious has escaped, but not before gloating about his master plan
which involved the various systems which have resigned from the Republic.
This battle was won but the war is not over. We must release our fears and
remain anchored to the Force. We are instruments of the Force first and
foremost. The galaxy is looking to us for protection and preservation.
What will be our answer when she calls?" He paused. Again a wave of
excitement raced through the hall as the members found their feet once more
inspired by the words of their leader. Even the most skeptical couldn't
help but see that this Knight truly was chosen by the Force to lead them in
these dark days. He would bring balance. He would see them through this.
Clearing his throat he meet the gazes of as many of his fellow Jedi as he
could before concluding his remarks. When he opened his mouth his soft
cultured accent flowed soothingly over each being assembled.
"It is true that the sith were able to reemerge without our knowledge, but
that is the way of darkness. It is hard to see that which we are blinded
to. It is hard to see what we long to believe doesn't truly exist. Now we
know of their existence so it is with persistence and determination that we
must search them out. We must not give in to their ways. We must not
tremble in fear or give in to our hatred for their cruel and unjust ways.
We must instead cling to the Light. We must hold to the Force and trust it
as we have never trusted it before. We must believe it capable of
sustaining us through our darkest hour. We must all at this moment in time
choose to be a servant of it. We must allow the Force to transform each of
us in to a beacon of hope for the oppressed, each of us transformed into a
seeking light searching out each hidden shadow throughout the galaxy
guided by a Force we each live to serve and willingly die to ensure its
The hall then erupted in a triumphant cry. The Council members nodded in
approval joining in the contagious atmosphere that the knight had inspired.
Obi-Wan stood his ground refusing to give in to the small voice of doubt
within himself, the voice that longed to remind him of his past failures
and short comings. No, he would not give in to that voice. He instead
thought of all that lay before the Order. There was much to be done and
like every Jedi before him, he was destined to fulfill his part.
He felt slightly drained after his speech but at the same time overjoyed
that the Force had flowed through him. He had only spoken that which the
Force had instructed him to say. He suddenly felt that perhaps he would be
able to fulfill his destiny. He merely had to trust and believe in the
Force. It had always been there for him in the past. He knew it would
never abandon it. He had meant what he had said. He lived to serve and
knew one day he would die in service as well.
His eyes roamed over the faces of those assembled feeling the warmth of
their continued cheers rising up around him. The Force had yet to reveal
its plan but Obi-Wan knew with all confidence that the Jedi would prevail.
The fate of the galaxy lay in their hands. They had no choice. The Jedi
Sidious' ship screamed through the corridor of hyperspace with both a
vengeful and deliberate purpose. He had always known that one day he would
follow this course which was leading him to the future of his Empire. He
could see his past mistakes now. He had trusted the wrong individuals,
moved too quickly, been too arrogant and reached for the Chosen One too
late. He had over estimated his ability to turn one so powerful and
underestimated the Knight's ability to overcome his past and lay claim to
Now that the Jedi had the Chosen One in their Order, he would have to be
even more cautious in his dealings. They would no doubt now scour the
universe in order to purge it of the evil that Sidoius had managed to plant
over the last two decades. Sidious felt a twinge of anger and remorse at
his lost efforts. Had it not been for the potential he now sought, he
would indeed feel that all was lost to him.
He had come to find out about this particular prize inadvertently. It had
been a misplaced monitoring chip within the Jedi communications center. A
random call, a moment of weakness, the beginnings of a plan which would
bring about both the end of the Jedi as well as the demise of their
precious Chosen One, all made possible because of a distant signal bouncing
back and forth between to innocent bystanders.
Of course Sidious had to wonder at the innocence of one participant given
the nature of her situation, but he was no one to judge on such things. He
realized that sometimes one person's selflessness could indeed be their own
undoing or even more amazing it could bring about the destruction of the
very one that the act was meant to protect.
Sidious found himself contemplating Obi-Wan Kenobi as he had so much of the
time since his hasty retreat from Coruscant. He marveled at the Knight's
blissful ignorance of what was to come. He hoped that he would be able to
continue to keep the Knight surrounded in this bubble of bliss. Though a
part of him knew that one day he would take great delight in revealing the
identity of the one bringing about the young Knight's destruction and the
end of the ridiculous Order he lived to serve.
Yes, he had waited too long to grab Kenobi. He had allowed him to grow
strong and independent. He had allowed him to become too close to Master
Yoda. He had sensed that this was the relationship that would be the most
treacherous even from the time the Knight had been just an initiate in the
crèche. Master Yoda was a dangerous enemy that even time seemed unable to
Sidious could see now that he should have snatched the Knight as a youth.
He should never have allowed the Jedi to indoctrinate him in their
ridiculous dogma. Well he would not make that mistake again.
Silently the star systems streaked past the small ship plunging through the
darkness heading for the planet of Correlia. Deception was a dangerous
liaison. It was never possible to truly weave a sturdy fabric of
deception, instead it remained a webby gauze full of holes and
vulnerabilities. Even when deception is executed with the best of
intentions the weaver can never be certain if they will succeed or predict
the reaction of the person once their rouse is revealed
A moment of weakness during a time of turbulence that was all that it had
taken, a man seeking comfort in the body of another. Two beings drawn
together and unable to resist the gravity of the other's pull upon their
own being. Sidious imaged it had been a secret yet passionate affair
considering what he knew of the participating parties. It had been meant
to be a momentary respite as they both gave in to their own human needs for
love and affection.
No doubt the woman had counted herself lucky at her discovery. The dark
lord had no idea how she had managed to keep it from the Knight. He
dismissed his speculations immediately realizing how little her methods
mattered. She had failed to keep it from Sidious and that was all that
counted. Yes, he had made mistakes during his first attempt to overthrow
the universe, but he would not repeat them again.
He would not wait for this young one to be identified by the Jedi. He
would not wait for the frail gauze of a young woman's deception to reveal
the foundation of the future of the sith. Sidious had lost the Chosen One
and yet found him all in the same day. If he could not turn the father
then he would turn the son.
The End.. Until sometime this Fall when I will begin posting the sequel..
Distant Past and Destined Future starts January 2004