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AN: This chapter introduces a new character into the story. Enjoy!
Chapter 13: New Beginnings
With great reluctance, Obi-Wan walked back into the Jedi Council chamber. He took his appointed seat next to Yoda, noticing the frowns on the other members.
“Welcome back, Master Kenobi,” Mace Windu said, giving him a stern expression.
“I apologize for my behavior, Masters. I just couldn’t let him go without some words between us,” Obi-Wan stated, making his best effort to sound contrite. The Council members nodded their understanding.
There was silence in the Council chamber. Nobody dared to break the tentative tension, though the question on their minds was the same: what next? Where could they possibly go from here?
Finally, Mace Windu spoke. “We should proceed for the mission to apprehend General Grievous,” he said, ending the moment of mutual contemplation. Obi-Wan turned to him in shock.
“So that’s it? You’re just going to pretend this didn’t happen?” he asked incredulously.
“We can’t force Anakin to stay. If he wants to go, then there’s nothing we can do,” Mace responded.
“I don’t believe what I’m hearing,” Obi-Wan declared, standing from his seat to face them. Adi Gallia tried to interject.
“Obi-Wan…”
“No, there’s plenty we can do, Masters,” Obi-Wan cut her off. “Anakin is the Chosen One! He can’t just walk away from our order!”
“Obi-Wan, there’s no proof of that. Believe me, I wanted to believe that more than anyone. But I think this speaks for itself,” Mace told him.
The disappointment in the older Master was evident. They all wanted to believe Anakin was the Chosen One, yet the prophecy never said anything about him leaving the Order. Clearly they had been mislead, was the thought of most of those present.
Obi-Wan refused to believe that. “Master, he’s been deceived. He thinks that harlot loves him, when all she’s doing is playing him like a fool!”
“Obi-Wan, I know this is distressing for you, but I highly doubt that’s the case. Anakin seems pretty certain about his feelings. I doubt that would be the case if he had any doubts about their relationship. And the Senator is a good woman. I’ve heard nothing but praise about her in the Senate,” Shaak Ti put in her two credits. Obi-Wan turned on her with swift abruptness.
“And how would you know, Shaak Ti? Have you ever been in love?” he demanded, eyes blazing in defiance. The Council gave a collective gasp at his audacity, but Obi-Wan continued unaffected.
“I have, and I can tell you that it’s not what Anakin thinks it is. He thinks that just because she leads him around with pretty words that it’s love. Bantha fodder! I know what Amidala is, and she’s nothing but a spoiled politician like all the rest in the Senate. People like that aren’t capable of loving anyone but themselves,” Obi-Wan ranted, feeling his anger growing by the second.
The Council was shocked at what they were witnessing. Never had they seen Obi-Wan behave in such manner. They expected him to be upset at Anakin’s decision, but this went far beyond mere disappointment in his Padawan.
“We can threaten to banish him,” Obi-Wan continued. “Send him off to some far away place unless he comes back to the Temple and does what he’s supposed to.”
“Banish him? For what?!” Mace asked in disbelief.
“What do you mean, for what?! For breaking the Code and going behind our backs about it! He has so much left to do. He can be a Jedi, just like he wanted to before that…that woman came along,”
“I can’t believe what I’m hearing,” Windu muttered.
“Obi-Wan, that’s ridiculous,” Shaak Ti chastised him, trying to get the other Master to see reason. It was a mistake. Obi-Wan gave her a piecing gaze that made her shudder despite herself.
He turned back to the Council. “The only ridiculous thing going on here is that this Council is letting its finest Knight walk out without a scratch. Damn it, we can’t just let him leave!” he all but yelled. The air cackled with the energy of his tirade.
Mace Windu had had enough. “Master Kenobi, calm yourself!” the Korun Master ordered. Obi-Wan met his gaze evenly, determined not to let Windu get the best of him.
Suddenly he realized what he was doing. He was losing control right in front of the Council. Any further impudence on his part and they would start to suspect something was wrong.
“I apologize, Master,” he said, once again trying to sound remorseful. He exhaled deeply, as though there were a great burden on his shoulder. “I was out of line. I’m sorry, I just can’t stand the thought of losing Anakin this way.”
“Fair enough,” Mace nodded. His face took on a sympathetic glance. “Obi-Wan, I know you’re upset. But you have to realize that there’s nothing we can do to prevent Anakin from leaving. As you said, you chose to overcome your attachment to Siri in favor of following the Code. Anakin could have done the same. He didn’t. He has chosen instead to follow his heart into a relationship forbidden by the Jedi. If it were something different, we would have a hold on him. But falling in love? This is not a crime we can prosecute,” the dark-skinned man shook his head.
Obi-Wan sighed, sitting back down in his chair. “I know,” he said, defeated. He hid his face in his hands, murmuring a single pain-wracked declaration.
“He was my brother.”
The Council didn’t know how to respond. First they had seen an outburst of unprecedented proportions, and now Kenobi looked like he might break at any moment. The man was obviously in pain, but there was little that could be done to help him. The Jedi next to him awkwardly patted his arm. The others looked equally sympathetic. All except Shaak Ti, who stared at the Master with an expression of curious shock and wariness.
“We will of course have to find you a replacement partner for your mission against General Grievous. That is, assuming you still want to go. We will understand if you do not,” Mace said to him.
A bit of the fire came back into Obi-Wan’s eyes. “Never mind. I’ll go myself,” he snapped.
For the second time during that meeting, the Council was thrown for a loss. “Obi-Wan, do you realize what you’re saying?” Shaak Ti asked.
“Of course I do.”
“Obi-Wan, I highly recommend you allow us to choose a replacement for Anakin. I’ll go myself if necessary,” Mace said.
“Master, the reason you were sending us against Grievous in the first place was because we were the best the Order had to offer besides yourselves. Am I correct?” They nodded. “Well, the reason I am a superior swordsman is because of my knowledge of the basics at their simplest form. It’s too simple a pattern for Grievous’ computerized brain to acknowledge as a threat. Or wasn’t that what you told me yesterday? Anakin’s a good duelist, but he does not have the skills necessary to defeat Grievous. By your own statement, I am the one who does.”
Mace could not deny it was a solid argument. That was indeed what they had told him the day prior, after Anakin left the Council chamber. Obi-Wan’s mastery of Form I was the edge they needed against the cyborg general, whose circuits could predict the other forms down to a finely accurate degree. “Very well. The clone troopers are waiting to depart upon your arrival,” he said, conceding the argument to Kenobi.
“Thank you, Master.” Obi-Wan stood from his seat and bowed. “May the Force be with you.”
“And with you, old friend,” Mace replied. They watched as he departed the Council chamber, suddenly feeling uneasy about this turn of events.
~*~
The dining hall was abuzz with excitement. Word had just arrived from one of the Padawans that Anakin Skywalker had left the Jedi Order. The Padawan had heard it from his Master, during a conversation he overheard when he went to meet his Master at the Council chambers. The Council had either not noticed his intrusion, or else they’d let it slide, knowing perhaps that this was news they could not keep for long. And there were rumors that Padme Amidala’s Nabooan cruiser had been docked in the Temple hangar.
Furthermore, those same rumors insisted that several people had seen Anakin personally come out from the cruiser and then get back on it after his meeting with the Council.
Tallisibeth Enwandung-Esterhazy, better known as Scout to her friends, sat in the refectory of the Jedi Temple, munching idly on a piece of fruit she’d obtained. Her friend Lena Missa sat next to her, yapping wildly about something Scout had no interest in. She paid it no mind, focusing instead on the other occupants of the cafeteria.
Naturally the Padawans were all absorbed with this latest information, as were the Initiates old enough to understand what all the fuss was about. Everyone was speculating on what happened in that Council chamber, with theories ranging from Anakin wanting a position on the Council and being denied, to the “Hero with No Fear” actually having an affair with the Nabooan Senator. After all, it was well known that he maintained a somewhat tenuous ‘friendship’ with Senator Amidala. Scout ignored the commotion, unable to take her mind off what she’d heard that morning.
“So anyway, Taania came and told me that…Scout, are you listening to me?” Lena demanded, irritated at her friend’s lack of attention.
“Oh. I’m sorry, did you say something?” Scout asked. Lena groaned in exasperation.
“I’m sorry. My mind was somewhere else,” Scout apologized, feeling a little bad for ignoring her friend. Only a little, though. It wasn’t like Lena wouldn’t repeat everything.
“No surprise there. Scout’s mind is always somewhere else,” Hanna Ding remarked, coming to the table.
Lena glared at the Arkanian girl who was Scout’s rival. “Take that back. At least she doesn’t go around thinking she’s so much better than she is. Is it any wonder nobody’s picked you as their Padawan yet?”
Hanna huffed with the air of someone who believed they were really as dignified as they claimed. “I think we should let the cheater speak for herself,” she told the Chagrian, fully expecting Scout to come back with a vicious retort.
To her surprise, the other girl barely so much as blinked. “Hey Esterhazy, you okay?” she asked.
“I’m fine. Why do you ask?”
“Nothing. You just don’t seem like your usual charming self,” Hanna stated sarcastically.
Scout offered a shrug. “Why do you care?”
Hanna snorted in disgust. “Well, excuse me for trying to be nice to you. It’s not like you deserve it.”
A vicious look came over Scout’s face. Knowing that this was about to get out of hand, Lena intervened. “Hey, just cool it guys. Hanna, you know we’re all equals here. Scout, are you okay? You seem a little distracted.”
“I’m fine, Lena. I’m just not myself today,” Scout sighed.
“What does that mean?”
“Probably that she’s depressed over not getting picked again, as usual,” Hanna said snidely.
“Don’t you have someone else to bother?” Lena shot back. Hanna turned her nose up at her.
“Fine. I can see I’m not wanted here. See you later Missa, Esterhazy.”
Lena frowned as the white haired girl walked away. “Stuck-up Arkanian witch,” she muttered contemptuously. Scout only nodded her agreement.
“Hey guys,” Pax Chizzik interjected, accompanied by another boy Scout didn’t recognize. He looked a couple years older than Pax; probably one of the Padawans, Scout figured bitterly.
“Did you hear what happened? It sounds like Master Obi-Wan was pretty angry about Anakin leaving,” Pax informed the group.
“I can’t believe he’s gone,” the boy next to him said.
“I know. He was like a hero to us. No, he was a hero,” Pax corrected himself. They missed the way Scout’s lips fell open at the mention of the Obi-Wan’s anger. It lasted only briefly, and then she was back to brooding silently.
“How could he leave us like that?” Pax’s friend asked.
“I don’t know. But it must have been bad if he didn’t even consider staying,” Pax replied. “Maybe the Council told him he’d never be a Master? I mean, there’s not much point in staying a Jedi if you’ll never be a Master.”
“I don’t think so. It has to be more than that,” the other stated. Pax gave him an incredulous look.
“You don’t really think he had an affair with Senator Amidala, do you?”
His friend was silent. Pax turned to the girl sitting across him. “What do you think, Scout?”
Scout didn’t reply.
“Scout?”
“Hm? Oh, sorry. I must have dozed off,” Scout said lamely, prompting a trio of raised eyebrows from the other students. Tallisibeth Esterhazy did not lose her focus, ever. She was always calculating, always looking for an advantage to seize over the other Initiates. She had to, being one of the weakest in the Temple when it came to Force usage.
“Are you okay?” Pax asked her. The dark haired boy surveyed her carefully. Scout looked tired and depressed. She didn’t look like herself at all.
Scout stared down at the table in silence. It was supposed to be lunchtime, but she wasn’t hungry even for a piece of shuura fruit. And she wasn’t in the mood to talk about Obi-Wan and how he’d taken Master Skywalker’s departure. She stood up suddenly.
“I need some fresh air,” she declared. She handed the piece of shuura fruit she’d been eating to Lena. “Here, you keep it,” she said, knowing that Lena would eat anything.
“Where are you going?” the blue-skinned girl asked. Scout didn’t respond. She just kept walking towards the exit, as if in a trance.
“What’s up with her?” Pax asked his Chagrian friend.
“I don’t know,” Lena said, clueless as to what had taken over her friend’s demeanor. Briefly they wondered if they should go after her. But Scout was already out the door.
~*~
Out in the hallway…
Scout wandered aimlessly outside the refectory. She had no idea where to go. Options weren’t exactly plentiful for a Padawan without a Master. There were many places she was not allowed to go, being barely above Initiate level. All she knew was that she couldn’t stay in that dining hall, listening to the endless gossip about Skywalker’s resignation. She had to get away from the talk of Kenobi and his former Padawan.
Lost in her anxiety, she didn’t notice she had bumped into someone until she fell to the ground. It was like hitting a brick wall, and Scout knew the person had to be a Knight or a Master.
“I’m sorry Master, I didn’t see where I was goi…” she instantly started to apologize, only to be cut off when she realized just who it was standing here before her. She looked up at the much taller man in fear, suddenly feeling like a child cringing at the feet of a punishing adult.
Oh Force…Scout thought in dismay. The person she had run into was none other that Obi-Wan Kenobi.
“What’s wrong, Padawan?” the bearded Master asked kindly.
“Uh…I uh…” Scout’s mouth floundered for a response. She went with the first thing she could think of. “I’m not a Padawan, Sir.”
“Nonsense. Just because you’ve lost your Master doesn’t mean you stop being a Padawan,” Obi-Wan said. Scout looked at him in confusion.
“Are you Padawan Esterhazy?” he asked. Scout nodded mutely. The Jedi Master smiled.
“I know your track record, Scout. You’ve put a lot of hard work into staying here at the Temple. You should be proud of what you’ve accomplished,” Obi-Wan replied sagely.
The older Jedi’s eyes took on a wistful look. “I remember when I was your age. I was a struggling Initiate, just like you. Nobody ever took notice of me.”
“But…but you’re strong in the Force,” Scout blurted out, curious despite herself.
“Ah, but so were plenty of other students. There were times when I thought I’d never get a Master,” Obi-Wan said. “I almost didn’t until it was too late. But then Master Qui-Gon took it upon himself to train me as a Jedi, and it was by far the best day of my life.”
Obi-Wan gave a genuine smile, recalling with some fondness the days after Qui-Gon’s decision, when he was infinitely happy about being chosen. Then he frowned, remembering how recklessly Qui-Gon threw him away when Anakin came along. He turned serious. “And just as I found Master Qui-Gon, I’m sure you will find the Master who’s willing to help you achieve your potential.”
Scout could not help but be impressed. Those were bold words. Caring words, compassionate and understanding in their view of her. She could almost believe they were genuine.
But then she recalled the cold clarity with which he’d spoken to his former Padawan.
“I will kill her, Anakin. Do you understand me? I will kill her. Snap her fragile little neck just as I promised…”
“Wow. Thank you…uh, Master…I mean, Master Kenobi,” Scout stuttered, desperate to get away from there.
“You’re perfectly welcome,” Obi-Wan replied, watching curiously as the girl skittered away. There was something there that unsettled him. For some reason, Scout was unusually skittish around him. It was almost like she was afraid of him.
Maybe it was his Mastership and status as a Council member. His stature could certainly be intimidating to a young girl struggling to make a name for herself in the Temple. On the other hand, Scout was also thirteen years old. She should be used to dealing with the Council by now. He would have to keep an eye on her.
Oh well, he would figure it out later. Right now he had a general to destroy.
~*~
Padme watched her husband sleep peacefully. They were in their bed chambers on her ship and well into their journey home. She hated to wake him, but they would be landing very soon. He was sleeping dreamlessly; something that didn’t always happen for him. He was exhausted, as the physical and emotional stress of his situation was still taking its toll on him. She only hoped that Obi-Wan was discovered for what he truly was and justice was served. He needed to pay for all the horrible things he’d done to her beloved husband. She brushed Anakin’s hair out of his eyes and kissed his forehead. He stirred and his eyes fluttered open.
“Hey,” she smiled at him. He looked up at her beautiful face and silently thanked the Force that he still had her.
“Are you an angel?” he asked. She smiled shyly.
“If you want me to be,” she replied, as she leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to his lips.
“Are we almost home?” he asked.
“Yes. The Queen is expecting us for a short meeting, in which I will sight personal reasons for resigning and request her protection. Then, we’ll be on our way home to Varykino,” Padme replied.
“You’re not going to tell her that I was…um, you know,” Anakin asked.
“Oh no baby, I’m not going to go into detail. I will just tell her that Obi-Wan is dangerous and that we must be notified immediately should he set foot on this planet,” Padme replied, as she hugged him. He nodded. There was a tap on the door.
“Miss Padme, Artoo says that we are ready to come out of hyperspace,” Threepio said.
“We’ll be right there, Threepio,” she called, as they stood up and joined hands, before heading for the cockpit.
~*~
Anakin and Padme waited patiently for Queen Jamillia to meet with them. As she entered with Captain Panaka, Anakin and Padme rose and bowed respectfully.
“It’s wonderful to see you Padme, and you too, Knight Skywalker. Your message sounded urgent. What is it that you need to speak with me about? Has there been another assassination attempt on your life? Is that why Knight Skywalker is with you?” Jamillia asked, as she sat down on her throne.
“Not exactly,” Padme replied. “Your Majesty, Anakin and I have come here today to discuss something of great importance with you,” she began.
“Yes, your Majesty. I have resigned from the Jedi Order,” Anakin announced. Jamillia and Panaka both looked surprised.
“May I ask the reason for this drastic change?” Jamillia asked.
“Mostly it is because Padme and I are in love. I have decided that I no longer wish to live in secrecy and recent events have led us both to make this decision,” Anakin said.
“Your Majesty, I am here today to resign my position in the Senate. Anakin and I are retiring to a quiet life,” Padme continued.
“This is very sudden,” Jamillia responded.
“I know, your Majesty and I apologize, but this is the best thing for both of us. Anakin and I have been secretly married for the last year and a half. We no longer wish to hide this, and recent events have led us to make this decision,” Padme said.
“You’re married?” Jamillia asked in shock. Padme nodded.
“We know we have deceived many, but we are in love, and to live without each other would have made us miserable, so we chose to shroud it in secrecy,” Anakin countered.
“May I ask what these recent events were that have implored you to both resign?” Jamillia asked.
“I won’t go into great detail, your Majesty. But I must ask that you notify us immediately if Master Obi-Wan Kenobi steps foot on the planet,” Padme said.
“Master Kenobi?” Jamillia asked.
“Yes your Majesty. Obi-Wan Kenobi is a danger to my husband and I. I must ask that this matter be kept between us and I implore your discretion on the matter,” Padme said. Jamillia nodded.
“If you say it is true, Senator, then I believe you. Captain Panaka will notify me immediately should Master Kenobi land here on Naboo,” Jamillia said.
“Thank you, your Majesty. I know it is hard to believe, but Master Kenobi is a threat to both our lives. He was none too happy when he discovered the extent of our relationship. He is maintaining his calm demeanor in the presence of other Jedi, particularly the Council. But I assure you he has gone quite mad, and we are in fear of what he may do,” Padme said. Jamillia looked at them in shock.
“Has he actually threatened your lives?” Jamillia asked. Anakin and Padme exchanged glances.
“He has threatened Padme’s life on several occasions, your Majesty. However, it is my word against his and the Council will take his word over mine without any consideration,” Anakin replied.
“Master Kenobi has also become violent in his sparring sessions with Anakin. He has used excessive force and caused physical wounds to my husband, deeming that Anakin has deserved this, because of our secrecy. There is more, your Majesty, but the rest is between the two of us,” Padme said.
“I understand, Padme, and I believe I have heard enough to grant your requests. You have served the Republic tirelessly and replacing you will not be easy. But I am happy that both of you will now be able to find some peace together. I truly wish you both a long and happy life. And should Master Kenobi land on Naboo, I will notify you immediately,” Jamillia said.
“Thank you, your Majesty,” Padme replied.
“Yes, thank you, your Majesty,” Anakin responded, glad the conversation was over. As Anakin and Padme walked out to the speeder that Typho had waiting for them, they both sighed in relief.
“That went much better than I thought it would,” Padme said.
“Me too, I’m glad it’s over,” Anakin replied.
“It is over. He can’t hurt you again,” Padme assured him.
“I really hope you’re right, angel…I really do,” he replied, as they got into the speeder.
“Obi-Wan cannot do anything to us, lest he risk being exposed to the Council for what he truly is. And if he is exposed, then surely they will keep him in lock up where he belongs. Either way, exposed or not, he can’t harm us without bringing serious consequences upon himself,” Padme said.
Anakin really hoped she was right, but deep down he knew Obi-Wan would not just give up on him. His former Master was walking a dark path now and he doubted the Jedi could stop him. Anakin knew he was still the prey and his Master was hunting him. He just hoped, and prayed to the Force that he and Padme could stay one step ahead of Obi-Wan Kenobi.
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