" MUCH ADO ABOUT DESTINY "
03. CHAPTER THREE
Obi-Wan was shocked, to say the least. He had been under the impression that he and Anakin were the only ones assigned to this task. And, as far as he knew, the Senate had no knowledge of the Antarian Royal Four. Members of the Antarian Court had come directly to the Jedi Council with this request. No one outside of the Council, himself, and Anakin had any knowledge of this mission. And now, Antar's senator was standing before him - and in a human's body, none the less. Had the Antarian Court changed their minds about doing this after stating that they expressed their wishes to keep the Senate out of this? Or, had some outside force found out? He had been thought the Antarian Court had not told their senatorial representative of this, thus preventing anyone with such a title from having such knowledge. He didn't have a solid clue as to what was going on at the moment, but decided to remain passive and allow the senator to do the talking. For now.
"Senator Larek," a quick glance to his former Padawan showed that Anakin wasn't pleased with the situation and wasn't doing a very good job of hiding that displeasure. Not that Obi-Wan thought he was trying. "...this is an unexpected pleasure."
"Likewise," Larek replied.
Obi-Wan found it odd to be speaking to Larek, who he'd only met once prior to this, through the body of another. He had been unaware that Antarians had such capabilities. The Jedi Master stood then, moving out of the booth and gesturing towards Anakin. "I don't believe you've been properly introduced to my former Padawan."
Larek raised both eyebrows in an obvious sign of interest, and glanced over at the edgy-looking Jedi. "No, I don't believe I have."
Paying mind to Obi-Wan's subtle hint, Anakin stood and bowed. "It is a pleasure to meet you," he said calmly, though his expression still gave away his distaste in this turn of events.
"Oh no, the pleasure is all mine," Larek countered, "General--"
"Skywalker. Anakin Skywalker."
Almost sarcastically, the face of Larek's human host lit up. "The famous Hero Without Fear? My, my this is quite the pleasure."
It was then that Michael finally approached the group, looking more irritated that Anakin. He glanced at the two Jedi, then looked pointedly to Larek. "What's going on here? You know them?"
Michael's voice was harsh and demanding, a tone that Obi-Wan didn't approve of and surely shouldn't be used in the presence of a member of the Galactic Senate. He cast Anakin a look, silently commanding him to rid them of the nosy Earthling.
Anakin now looked even more annoyed than before. He turned to Michael, standing up taller in a purposefully intimidating manner. He raised his flesh hand, waving it before him. "You will return to your duties and leave us be."
"Excuse me?" Michael scoffed and raised his own hand, waving it mockingly back at Anakin. "What the hell is this supposed to do?"
Anakin tried again. "You will return to your duties and leave us be."
"How 'bout I not?"
Huffing in annoyance, Anakin turned to Obi-Wan. "It seems that despite his outward appearance, this one is of the strong minded."
"Hey, what do you mean by 'despite his outward appearance?' What the hell are you trying to say?"
"And quite hostile," Anakin added, putting a hand to his lightsaber.
Michael crossed his arms over his chest, glancing to Larek, then back to the supposed Jedi Knights. "Look, I don't know who the hell you two sci-fi freaks are, but I'd really like to close this place and go home, so you two can go ahead and get the hell out of here."
Anakin narrowed his eyes, hand tightening around his lightsaber, ready to draw it on the unruly human, when Obi-Wan put a hand on his arm. Turning to him, Anakin looked to his former Master, who shook his head at him. Reluctantly, the younger Jedi Knight backed down and relaxed, though kept the disgruntled expression he'd been wearing plastered to his features.
Obi-Wan stepped forward. "I apologize if we are interrupting your...routines, but it is imperative that we speak with Senator Larek, fo--"
"Whoa!" Michael held a hand up, eyes going wide for a moment before narrowing once again in anger. "You know he's Larek? ...and wait, Senator?" He turned to Brody's body then, confusion written all over his features.
Larek shrugged. "I seemed to have left that part out, haven't I? Hrm. Well, sorry about that. But yes, Senator Larek. I was a close friend of Zan's, after all. The governments on our worlds have gone through a few...changes--wouldn't you agree, General Kenobi?"
Obi-Wan nodded, but kept silent, curious as to where this was all going.
Michael seemed to be even more lost than before. "And...that's supposed to mean something to me?"
"Well," Larek said with a grin, eyes darting back and fourth between Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Michael, "not to you, exactly--to them." He gestured with one hand lazily at the two Force-sensitives. "I'm rather surprised they haven't clued into it yet, being that these two legends are deemed to be the clever sort. That luster's kind of lacking in this atmosphere, wouldn't you say?"
Anakin took a step forward, but Obi-Wan held his hand out in front of him, shaking his head once more.
"Anakin, don't," the elder Jedi said sternly, turning his gaze upon the Antarian senator. "I'm afraid we don't understand your...meaning, Senator."
Larek sighed, shaking his head and pressing his fingers to his temple. "Must I always spell these things out? You're here looking for the Ava and the rest of the Royal Four, am I correct?"
Obi-Wan nodded and next to Brody's possessed body, Michael froze.
"Well, let me make things a little easier for you. This fellow right here?" He pointed to Michael, "Is General Rath, one of the Royal Four in the flesh. Or, well, humanoid flesh. But that's something he'll have to explain to you, for I'm loosing control of this body. Do tell Zan--er, Max that I'll try to speak with him later, will you? I have--"
He didn't get a chance to finish, as he lost control of Brody's body, which collapsed to the floor upon the alien being leaving it. Michael was too much in a state of shock to catch him and the two Jedi held their ground, trying to absorb what Larek had just told them.
"Is it true," Anakin demanded suddenly, "that you're one of the Royal Four?"
"And what if I am?" Came Michael's sharp-tongued reply.
Obi-Wan let out a sigh, bringing up a hand to run through his hair. "Then I'm afraid you're in grave danger."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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