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Chapter 18: A New Apprentice - Part 2
Anakin closed his eyes and opened himself to the Force, as he stood at the boat’s controls. He relished the warmth of the sun on his bare torso and the feel of the wine whipping through his hair. After the passionate lovemaking he had engaged in with his beloved, he had enjoyed the absolute best night’s sleep he had had in weeks. There were no nightmares at all, not a trace of thoughts pertaining to Obi-Wan. It was just blissful slumber in the arms of his beautiful angel, whose body was spooned and entwined with his. It was heaven. He felt a pair of arms slide around his waist and he opened his eyes, letting them feast on her beautiful face. He immediately noticed her skimpy attire, as she was dressed in a two piece bathing suit that hardly left anything to the imagination.
“Good morning, handsome,” she purred.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he replied, as he pulled her body against his own and claimed her lips. Her body thrilled, as she sensed no hesitation in his advances at all.
“How long until we reach the house?” she asked.
“An hour,” he responded. She nodded and reached over to the controls, turning the autopilot on.
“Then I suggest we make good use of our time, before we are back with my nosy family,” she suggested. He smiled and lifted her up. She wrapped her shapely legs around his waist and he went down the steps into the darkened cabin…
~*~
Almost an hour later, they came up from the cabin dressed and freshly showered. Varykino was in sight and they soon docked at the marina, before trekking to their lovely lake home. Padme almost groaned, as she saw her sister watching them approach. She loved her family, but was really looking forward to them going home. Sola would be hovering around them for the rest of the day. She knew it would make it impossible for either of them to relax and the reality of Obi-Wan’s actions would come crashing back to them. She instinctively clutched her husband’s arm tighter and glared at her sister, who was just waiting to pounce on him for information.
“Good morning kids,” Ruwee said cheerfully, as he motioned for them to sit down on the patio table for breakfast.
“Good morning, sir,” Anakin greeted.
“Now Anakin, I’ve told you, none of that ‘sir’ business. It’s Ruwee or better yet, Dad,” Ruwee admonished. Anakin smiled and nodded.
“We were wondering if you’d make it back for breakfast,” Sola said, as she sat down.
“Good morning Sola,” Anakin greeted.
“Good morning to you too, Anakin. You certainly seem to be in better spirits. My baby sister must have worked magic on you. You both seem much renewed,” Sola said. Anakin blushed slightly.
“That’s enough Sola. The kids don’t need you prying into their love life,” Ruwee said.
“You know me, Dad. Curiosity is my nature, especially when it comes to Padme. She’s always been so secretive about everything, even with her own family. She hid a husband from us…who knows what else she’s hiding?” Sola’s tone was playful, but Anakin felt Padme bristle. He put his hand on her leg to calm her.
“If you must know, Sola, Padme and I shared a romantic evening together that we both needed very much. And as far as hiding things, you should blame me for that; not Padme. Everything she has done and everything she has kept hidden has been to protect me, as well as herself.” He paused to brush the chestnut curls from her face.
“She’s my soul mate, if you believe such things exist. She is an amazing woman and you should be proud of her. Her outside beauty is only exceeded by her inside beauty. I love her more than anything. Please don’t blame her for the secrets she kept to protect our love,” Anakin finished. Padme had tears in her eyes and she entwined her fingers with his under the table. It was a sugary way of telling Sola to back off, but it had gotten the message across, at least for the time being. He would no longer tolerate anyone suggesting or eluding to their relationship as a torrid, scandalous affair, when it was in fact the exact opposite. They were married and they loved each other ever so deeply. It was time for everyone to accept it.
“We know there were reasons you had to do what you did and we don’t blame either of you,” Ruwee said. Padme believed her father, but was not sure her sister was in the same boat. However, she had been deterred for the time being. But Padme knew Sola was determined to uncover the whole truth. The rest of breakfast was uneventful and she spent the afternoon catching up with her mother and sister, during which Sola surprisingly managed to behave herself. Anakin spent the afternoon tinkering in the garage with Ruwee, in which he managed to completely amaze the older man with uncanny ability for repairing machines.
Due to the large size of their breakfast, midday meal was skipped in favor of a large, early dinner, which the women began preparing that afternoon. Dinner was in the oven and Padme sat in the sitting room with her sister. Ruwee and Anakin came in from the garage and washed their hands, before joining the two women in the sitting room. It was not long after that Darred came home. Sola greeted him with a kiss, but noticed the shell-shocked look on his face.
“There’s something you two need to see on the HoloNet,” Darred said, as he switched it on. The word “SCANDAL” in red letters met their eyes and a Bothan reporter began his broadcast.
“Only a mere two days ago, the galaxy was shocked when it learned of the sudden and suspicious resignation of Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker, who left the Order under unknown circumstances. At the very same time, suspiciously enough, Senator Padme Amidala resigned her post in the Senate and returned to Naboo, retiring from public service for supposed family reasons. Rumors and speculation have ensued since then on whether or not the two resignations are connected. Tonight, we reveal the truth in an exclusive interview with the Chancellor himself, who has acquired some very eye opening facts into the lives of the two public figures,” the reporter said.
“What?!” Padme exclaimed. Anakin was silent, a look of shock on his face. A familiar feel of dread began to curl in his stomach.
“Chancellor Palpatine, thank you for speaking with us.”
“Of course. It is my pleasure. I have always tried to keep the good citizens of his galaxy informed, especially when it concerns individuals who represent them,” Palpatine said. Padme felt nauseous at the fake sincerity in his voice.
“Chancellor…are these resignations connected?” the reporter inquired.
“I am afraid so. I have acquired something from a protected source that shocked me to the core,” Palpatine said, as he held up an official document pad.
“What is this document, Chancellor?” the reporter asked.
“I am afraid it is a marriage certificate issued to Anakin Skywalker and Padme Amidala,” the Chancellor announced.
“But…this is dated over one and a half years ago!” the reporter exclaimed.
“Yes…it is most unfortunate. Anakin was such a promising student. Had I known his friendship with Amidala was more than it appeared to be, I would have certainly intervened. But sadly, they deceived us all…even the Jedi,” Palpatine said.
“Chancellor, are you suggesting Skywalker was seduced?” the reporter asked.
“Well, I don’t want to speak ill of dear Amidala, for she did serve the Republic well. But Skywalker was young and impressionable; not to mention quite handsome. And we all know of the alluring beauty possessed by Amidala. Any young man would be quite taken with her…and it seems he was so much so that he married her, agreeing to help her hide their illicit affair,” Palpatine said.
Anakin was stunned to speechlessness. This man who he called a friend, who he had defended time and again, was publicly trashing his wife’s reputation, not to mention, his own.
“How…how could he…?” Anakin uttered in disbelief. Padme’s face was stone still.
“This is certainly a scandalous revelation. Why do you believe they chose to run off together?” the reporter asked.
“That I do not know. But it was certainly irresponsible of them to abandon their duties, especially to continue some passionate love affair. We all know such things usually end in disaster. I seriously question their judgment, but I can’t help but place most of the blame on Senator Amidala. She is older and should have known better than to enter into an affair with a man who is forbidden from romantic attachments,” Palpatine said.
The interview droned on, but Anakin and Padme had heard enough. Anakin felt betrayed again, by another mentor and friend. Palpatine had just trashed the name and reputation of the woman he loved. He suggested their relationship was scandalous and selfish. This, after telling him that it would be alright to pursue Padme in the first place! Never mind that they had done so behind his back, it wasn’t his place to pass on judgment on them. What did he know of their relationship? It wasn’t like either of them wanted to give up their positions. But they hadn’t had any choice but to leave, because of Obi-Wan. Was Padme right about the Chancellor? It seemed so, and he felt like a fool for trusting this man.
“Padme…I’m sorry…” he started.
“You have nothing to be sorry about, my love,” she replied softly.
“But he…he just destroyed your reputation…and it’s my fault,” Anakin said. Padme stood up and pulled him aside into the hall. She knew her sister would eavesdrop, but she didn’t care.
“Don’t you dare blame yourself for what Obi-Wan did to you. This is his fault…and Palpatine’s fault. I just hope you realize now that Palpatine truly has an agenda and is no friend to you,” Padme said. Anakin nodded sadly.
“I do,” he agreed. He felt like a complete fool.
“We need to call the Queen. It appears there has been a breach of security in her cabinet. Only someone from there could have acquired our marriage certificate,” Padme said, as she led him back to the living area and started for the home office. But Sola blocked her path.
“Sola please. Anakin and I need to contact the Queen,” Padme said.
“No…first I think you both need to come clean and explain what the hell is going on!” Sola yelled.
“Not now Sola!” Padme yelled back.
“What is it that is so terrible that you cannot talk about it, Anakin? Why don’t you be a man and come clean!” she yelled, ignoring her sister. That stung and Anakin felt trapped suddenly, like the walls were closing in. Padme was livid.
“Don’t you DARE speak to him like that! He is the strongest man I have ever known! You have no right to pry into our personal lives! Move aside and leave my husband alone!” Padme screamed.
“Fine. Make your call. Then, I believe we deserve some explanation,” Sola said, as she stepped aside. Padme led her husband to the office and put a call through to the Queen, after closing the door and locking it.
~*~
Scout rode with an older Padawan the turbolift headed for the highest level of the Temple spire. She had been summoned for a Council meeting some time ago. A nervous dread was in the pit of her stomach. What did she do now? She hadn’t pounded anyone’s face in recently.
Not that Hanna didn’t deserve what happened, mind you…
The turbolift came to a halt on the highest level. The door swished open, and Scout and the Padawan accompanying her departed the lift. Soon they were at the High Council chamber. The twelve greatest Jedi Masters lurked behind those doors. Scout held in her breath and readied herself for the worst.
The doors opened to the sight of the famed Jedi Council fully assembled, some of them present via hologram, most of them physically present in the room.
“Welcome, young Esterhazy,” Mace Windu intoned. Scout shuddered at the intimidating tone of the famed Jedi Master. Her heart caught in her chest as she spotted Obi-Wan Kenobi sitting next to Master Yoda.
“Padawan Bene, no longer required is your presence,” Yoda said to the older girl next to Scout.
The blonde haired Padawan nodded. “Yes, Master.” She promptly ducked out of the chamber.
“Apprentice Esterhazy, know why you were summoned to this meeting, do you?” Mace inquired.
“No, Master.”
“Afraid are you?” Yoda questioned.
“No sir,” Scout answered shakily. Yoda grunted in disapproval.
“No use lying to us there is, child. See through you, we can.”
Scout blushed beneath his knowing gaze. Was she that transparent to the Council members?
Of course she was. This was the Jedi Council, after all: the know all and see all’s of the Order.
“Tallisibeth Esterhazy, you’ve always struggled among the students in the Temple. Every year we’ve watched you grow into a child who has to battle hard to keep up with the other students. I’m afraid we can’t allow you to struggle anymore,” Mace Windu said.
Scout braced herself for the impact. This was it, she thought to herself. They were going to send her to the Agri-Corps.
“Scout, Master Kenobi has agreed to take you on as his Padawan.”
Scout opened one eye. “What?”
She had been prepared to fight back tears. Suddenly her world was swept away. Was he serious? Was she really being offered a chance to be a Padawan?
Obi-Wan stood up from his Council seat.
“Scout, I know this must come as a surprise. But I think you are a worthy student to be under my tutelage. You have too much potential to throw away being sent to the Agri-Corps. I really want you to be my Padawan.”
Scout was frozen in place. She didn’t know what to say, how to react. This…was this really happening? A Master willing to train her…she was finally being offered a chance to be a Jedi. It would have been a dream come true under ordinary circumstances.
But these were hardly normal circumstances, and the man standing across her was the reason for that hesitance.
Suddenly it sank in what was happening. Obi-Wan wanted her to be his Padawan. Obi-Wan, the man she had been avoiding for two days. With good reason, too. He still intimidated her, standing here before her.
“So, what do you think?”
What could she say? What should she say? Scout wanted to scream no. But if she did, she might as well kiss her career as a Jedi goodbye. The Council didn’t know about Kenobi’s statements. She had no reason to turn down Obi-Wan’s offer in their eyes. The Council would be baffled if she refused this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. And there would go the last of their patience with her. There would be no doubt then that she did not want to be a Jedi.
Scout bit down her uncertainties. What choice did she have?
“I accept.”
“Excellent,” Mace Windu replied. Scout wished that she could muster up enthusiasm for him, but her joviality was running short at the moment.
Several of the Council members studied her with puzzled glances, confused as to why she was showing more emotion. Shaak Ti in particular studied her closely, narrowing her eyes at the girl’s off-handed demeanor. Why was she not more excited? By all rights, she should be overjoyed at being chosen as a Padawan by one of the greatest Masters in the Jedi Order. Instead she seemed timid, almost scared of Obi-Wan. What was going on there?
Something was wrong, she was sure of it.
Scout didn’t notice that, though. Her eyes were solely on the man who had chosen her to be his apprentice.
Suddenly her bad feeling had become validated. She could only hope that was all it was.
~*~
That afternoon, the Naberrie family was settling down for dinner. Tension was still evident between Padme and Sola. The two sisters were ignoring each other, still incensed over what they perceived as the other’s stubbornness. At one point, the thing that Padme feared occurred. Sola tried to pry into Anakin’s situation again. Fortunately Ruwee intervened on his behalf, telling Sola to respect his privacy. Sola backed away, feeling appropriately chastised by the elder Naberrie.
As Darred and the others prepared the table, Jobal caught Ruwee’s eye.
“I’m worried about them,” Jobal said discretely.
“The Jedi thing again?”
“No, this is different,” Jobal responded. “I’m just wondering how long Padme will be content with this new life. Padme’s always been focused on having a career. If she decides staying at home isn’t for her, what’s going to happen to Anakin?”
“I don’t think it’ll come to that,” Ruwee said. She hadn’t said so per se, but the implication was clear. Ruwee knew what she was getting at. She was afraid that Padme would grow bored with Anakin and leave him.
“Darling, Padme resigned from the Senate to be with Anakin. That should show you the depth of the love they share,” he said wisely.
Jobal nodded gratefully at his insight. Still, she was not completely satisfied.
“You think I should bring up the subject?”
Ruwee gave her a wry look. “Not unless you want her to kill you. I don’t think Padme would take well to the subject.”
“Heh. I suppose you’re right,” Jobal conceded. “What was I thinking?”
“You weren’t thinking. You were just a mother acting concerned.”
The Naberrie matron accepted his insight gracefully. Ruwee was right. Her daughter was an intelligent young woman. She and Anakin didn’t need her butting into their lives. Speaking of Anakin…
“I still think I should apologize for doubting him,” Jobal mused.
“Don’t worry about it. Like I said, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Besides, I’m sure he’d understand,” Ruwee assured her.
They had chosen an outdoor dinner so that they could enjoy the sunset. As they started to partake of the bountiful feast, conversation began to flourish around the table. Anakin found himself engrossed in the noise and commotion of a loving family. He had never really felt something like this before, with it being only him and his mom on Tatooine.
Suddenly Anakin was seized with a vision.
The sights and sounds of the lunch filled the Naberries’ dining room. Fresh food was everywhere on the table, in the forms of delectable fruits and vegetables, flavorful pasta, and the wonderful casserole Padme’s mother had cooked up for her family. Jobal had a reputation as a cook who prepared a feast for any occasion, whether it was a holiday celebration or a simple get-together with friends and family. The result was a meal that was one of the best Anakin had ever seen, rivaling any five star dinner from any palace he ever negotiated in as a Jedi.
He was telling the story of how he had fallen in love with Padme. The children were enthralled by the tales of lightsaber combat, while the adults marveled at how their little Padme could find love among the most dire of circumstances. He left out the more solemn details of course, choosing instead to focus on the positive outcomes of that mission. Everyone from Padme’s immediate family was present, including Sola’s husband Darred and their two daughters, Ryoo and Pooja. Padme’s former handmaiden Yane was also present as a guest. She was in Theed on some personal business, and when she heard Padme had retired to a quiet life with her husband (!), she just had to come and visit her.
“So there we were, surrounded by droids and monsters by the hundreds. There’s Jedi everywhere, we’re trying to stay alive. I look up, and there’s Padme casually shooting off an enemy droid, despite having this huge gash on her back. And I think to myself, ‘By the Force, what an amazing woman!’” He smiled fondly in recollection. “That was when I knew I had to marry her.”
“Wow. That’s a great story,” Darred said.
“It’s so romantic…” Sola gushed, causing Padme to roll her eyes.
“Padme, you never told us you were injured on that mission,” Jobal chided.
Padme glared at her husband. Why couldn’t he keep his mouth shut? “It wasn’t a gash, Anakin,” she said, ignoring Jobal. “It was a slash mark. And it wasn’t that bad.” Anakin stared at her. “Okay, it was more than one. Three of them actually,” she admitted, feeling a little self-conscious.
Seeing that her mother now looked even more concern, she quickly added, “It looked worse than it was. Honest.”
“Besides, we’re forgetting the most important part. That was when I knew I loved you too.” Padme smiled. “You were so amazing.”
“Hey, I’m a Jedi. I was trained to fight in situations like that. But you…you were a trained diplomat, not a soldier. And yet here you were fighting like one of us, defending yourself as competently as any Jedi out there. Like I said, you were amazing,” Anakin said.
There was a lull as the family contemplated the bond that existed between Padme and their newest addition. They could see how much the couple loved each other.
Naturally someone had to ruin the moment.
“I bet she’s amazing at other things too, now that she has you around,” Sola piped up. Six pairs of eyes widened in her direction.
“Sola!” Jobal exclaimed, aghast at her eldest daughter’s manners. Padme stared open-mouthed at her sister, appalled that she would say something like that in front of everyone. Ryoo and Pooja giggled. They didn’t understand what she meant, but they knew their mother had said something naughty, as she was often prone to do.
“Uh, honey? Not in front of the kids,” Darred said uneasily.
“Oh, please. It’s not like they haven’t heard it before,” Sola scoffed.
Anakin merely shook his head. It was refreshing being around someone with such an apparent lack of subtlety. Sola was…well, Sola was crazy, but in a good, non-threatening way. She reminded him of some of the Padawans at the Temple, the ones he usually got along with.
The doorbell rang. Jobal and Ruwee looked at each other – they weren’t expecting any more visitors.
“I’ll get it,” Yane offered. She heard the conversation continue as she went to get the door.
“You’re one to talk, Sola. You never told Mom and Dad about all the times you snuck out to meet with Darred,” Padme countered.
There was a startled gasp from Sola as her sister spilled the beans on her old secret. Jobal stared at her daughter in shock, while Ruwee glared at Darred with rather stern eyes.
“Sola Naberrie!” Jobal began, intent on giving her eldest daughter a piece of her mind. Meanwhile, Padme sat back and laughed, content with having one-upped her devious sister. Yane giggled. It was good to see her Lady being so carefree with her family.
She answered the door to find a bearded, reddish-brown haired man with kind eyes standing there. He looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t recall from where.
“Can I help you?” she asked politely.
“I’d certainly hope so,” the man said, staring at the dark-clad woman who looked so much like Padme. “I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi.”
Yane’s eyes immediately widened in recognition, one the man understood all too well.
There was a snap-hiss, and Yane found herself with a searing pain in her stomach. She looked down to see a bluish lightsaber blade protruding from her midsection. The former handmaiden gasped in shock and agony, along with the sudden realization that she was about to die. She backed away from the blade before collapsing into the foyer.
The sound alerted the Naberries, who looked back to see their guest fall lifelessly to the ground.
“Yane!” Padme cried, staring in horror at her friend’s unmoving body. And there, standing at the entrance with the murder weapon, was the man she had hoped to never see again.
“Hello Anakin,” Obi-Wan said with a smile. “I take it my new shields held up as planned?”
An angry expression came over the Chosen One’s face. Anakin immediately reached for the saber he kept at his side everyday, intent on leaping over the table and slaughtering this man who had just murdered on of his friends in cold blood. But the elder Jedi was faster. Bluish-white sparks emanated out of Obi-Wan’s hand, pouring into Anakin and sending him crashing back against the wall.
Padme screamed in fear, having never seen the effects of Force lightning first-hand, even from Dooku. The others were too stunned to react at first. But Padme’s scream shook them out of their stupor. Darred instantly tried to go for a weapon of some kind, but Obi-Wan shoved him back ruthlessly with the Force.
By now everyone had stood from the table, each person reacting differently to the chaos. Jobal rushed to check on Anakin with Padme, while Ryoo and Pooja struggled with what to do. The little girls huddled in the corner. Part of them wanted to go check on their dad, but they were scared of what would happen if they did.
Emboldened by the distraction, Ruwee charged the intruder and by some stroke of luck managed to knock the lightsaber out of his hand. He aimed a kick at his midsection, but Kenobi caught his foot and backhanded him viciously across the jaw. Jobal looked back to see him fall, though she dare not move away from Anakin, who appeared to be seriously wounded.
Outraged at the assault on her family, Sola grabbed a knife and charged at Yane’s murderer. It didn’t matter that he was a Jedi and she was just a common person, she had heard all about what Kenobi did to Anakin, and there was no way she was going to let this animal hurt anyone else in her family. She aimed high with her weapon, trying to stab him in the face. But Obi-Wan was faster. Catching her wrist in midair, he shoved her back and moved quickly to take the advantage. He caught her face with both hands, gripping them tightly with his vice-like fingers. And then he twisted in one vicious pull, sending a sickening crack to echo through the room as he snapped her neck in half.
“NO!” Jobal screamed, watching her eldest daughter get killed right before her eyes. Ryoo and Pooja screamed with her, eyes wide with horror as their mother’s body fell. They shook her shoulder, tears falling down their cheeks, hoping in vain that she was just unconscious. But it was painfully obvious that she was dead. And then, the older of the two, Ryoo, made a decision. She rushed towards the lightsaber on the ground, intent on running it through this monster that had taken their mama away from them. Unfortunately Fate was not with her today. Obi-Wan saw what she was doing and immediately stepped on the lightsaber. He pried Ryoo’s hand off the weapon, holding it in an iron grip that nearly crushed the girl’s wrist. Without a hint of remorse he backhanded her across the face, knocking her unconscious.
Jobal was horrified when she saw the man viciously attack her granddaughter. She glanced at Padme and her son-in-law. Anakin was coming around, but he was still too weak to be of much use. If only she could stall for time…she had to do something to help them.
She rushed towards a knife that had fallen on the floor. But their enemy reacted quickly. Kenobi stepped on the blade, preventing her from pulling it forward. He grabbed her arm, and with the simple twist of a maneuver, casually threw her away from him like a piece of refuse. He stalked menacingly towards Padme and the object of his desires. He left his lightsaber behind; he wouldn’t need it.
Jobal was still conscious, albeit badly shaken up. She felt a stab of terror when she saw Kenobi heading for Padme.
“Oh gods no,” she cried, horrified at the thought of losing her now only daughter.
Kenobi ignored her, believing that she wasn’t a threat. And that gave her a chance.
She gradually inched her way towards his lightsaber, hoping that the subtlety of her movements would go unnoticed by their captor.
It wasn’t enough. Obi-Wan looked back to her and took immediate action. He pulled her to him with the Force, holding her captive in his grasp. Calling the saber to him, he impaled the Naberrie matron with the blade, plunging it deep into her abdomen.
There was a terrified scream from Padme as she watched her mother murdered right in front of her eyes. Jobal gave a few last gasps of shock before Kenobi pushed her off the blade. With Jobal dead, that made two Naberries who had died at his hands, in addition to Yane. Ruwee was out cold, as was his granddaughter Ryoo. Pooja was sobbing in a corner, in shock from the traumatic events taking place around her. Darred was nowhere to be seen.
And it was just Padme and Anakin now.
Obi-Wan loomed overhead, wielding his lightsaber with indifferent ruthlessness. Trading glances with Padme, he gave her a baleful, chillingly inhuman look, conveying the depth of his hatred for her. Anakin struggled to get up and fight, but his lightsaber was beyond his reach. Watching his Padawan struggle, Obi-Wan brought the lightsaber down on Padme.
“NOOOOO!”
“Anakin…”
“Anakin!” Padme’s voice screamed at him. The surroundings disappeared, and Anakin found himself back in the Naberries’ yard, at the table they were all enjoying dinner on. Looking down, he realized he was standing with his lightsaber drawn at the end of the table. Padme and her family were staring at him with undisguised concern. The reason was obvious. He looked like a madman ready to go on the attack against some unseen attacker. In a moment of clarity, he realized what he had done.
“What’s wrong?” Padme asked sharply.
For the longest moment, Anakin didn’t trust his voice to speak. He still saw Obi-Wan looming over him, ready to cut down his Padme without a hint of remorse.
“Nothing,” Anakin answered, feeling his face warm. Suddenly he felt like a fool.
He lowered his gaze from her inquisitive eyes. He had to leave. There was no arguing about it; he had scared these people enough. Distantly he realized that whatever ground he’d gained with the Naberries, he had shattered it in this instance.
“Excuse me,” he hurried out of the room.
“What was that about?” Sola asked Padme.
Padme wasn’t sure how to respond. She was wondering that herself. She decided to go with the most rational answer.
“Jedi are prone to visions. Glimpses of what’s happened in the past and what’s going to happen,” she replied.
“And this is a frequent occurrence?” Sola asked with one raised eyebrow.
“No. I’ve never seen this before. Whatever he saw, it must have scared him a lot.” The Naberries pondered on that.
“Excuse me.”
Padme got up from the table and went in search of Anakin.
~*~
Tallisibeth Esterhazy stood in the center of the Council chamber with her new Jedi Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi. They were going through the formal initiations of her becoming his Padawan. Obi-Wan was solemn in stance, though a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Her hair was braided into the traditional Padawan braid. She was reciting the standard vows for when one became an apprentice to a Jedi.
Because this was a Council member she was being apprenticed to, things were even more formal than usual. She inhaled a deep breath to keep herself steady.
“I swear to honor the principles of the Republic,” Scout repeated after Mace Windu.
“To protect the innocent.”
“To protect the innocent.”
“To defend the Order.”
“To defend the Order.”
“Most important of all, to uphold the Republic and serve the will of the living Force.”
“To uphold the Republic and serve the will of the living Force.”
Mace Windu’s eyes bore into her.
“Tallisibeth Esterhazy,” Scout looked up, “do you swear to defend your Master? To honor his teachings and learn from him until are you a Knight?”
“Yes sir,” Scout said gravely. She thought she saw a smile on Mace Windu’s face.
“Tallisibeth Enwandung-Esterhazy, confer on you the level of Jedi Padawan, the Council does. Your new Master Obi-Wan Kenobi is,” Yoda said.
Scout closed her eyes. Her fate was sealed.
For better or worse, she was Obi-Wan’s Padawan.
~*~
AN: For length's sake, I've split the past chapter in two, to make it easier to read. :)
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