My Dying Wish
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Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
4,728
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Star Wars movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part Four
Author's Note: This is a rather short chapter, but I feel it is necessary to keep the story moving.
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Obi-Wan was hailed and landed with little resistance. He guessed that the colony sensed that he was a Jedi, or Jedi-like at the very least. The structure itself was remarkable. It was made of a shined black marble, of sorts. The noxious gasses of the planet gave it a faint green glow. When Obi-Wan saw a light emerge from the bay doors that were opening, he quickly steered the craft towards it. Upon landing, his ship was engulfed in a dense white fog.
He waited for it to clear before standing to leave. As he did so he heard a voice speaking just outside his ship, possibly from a loudspeaker.
“Decontamination complete,” it called out mechanically.
“Thanks for the warm welcome,” Obi-Wan joked to himself, as he ducked out of the cockpit and proceeded to exit his craft.
No sooner had he walked down the ramp, than he noticed three figures emerge. All three wore cloaks that covered their faces, but the main figure wore an ornate cloak of dark purple shades. Those that flanked the leader wore simple black. The central figure then raised its arms and lowered its hood, revealing the face of a young woman. She wore her brown hair tied back in a bun, simple and sleek as her pale face. She spoke and her voice was forceful, commanding respect.
“It’s been a long time since a Republic Jedi has arrived here.”
“Forgive the intrusion,” he replied. “I mean you no harm, but I bring terrible news.”
“We are not deaf to the cries of the Republic, Jedi. It has finally fallen from its graceless and shaky balance. This comes as no surprise.”
Obi-Wan grew annoyed with her apparent lack of interest. “Well, are you also aware that the Dark Lord of the Sith controls this new Empire? Surely to Force users such as yourselves, you can see the severity of the situation.”
“And let me guess? You’ve come to ask our help? You’ve come to start a coup,” she almost laughed. Her smile was sinister and dark. “You Republic Jedi have always been blind fools. The Lord of the Sith was practically your superior and you never even knew it. Why should we help such failures?”
“Because there are none of us left and people are dying,” he responded, visibly shaken and quite devoid of his characteristic patience.
Her face seemed to lose all of its humor and turned very serious very quickly. “Who are you?”
“I am Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Master and former General for the Army of the Republic. I fought people who I believed to be enemies of democracy. I fought my very own brother, my student, and watched him turn into a Sith before my very eyes. Master Yoda and myself are all that are left of the Republic Jedi, as you call them. You may think us fools, but I come to you and ask that you help us. This situation is dire and affects every single living being in this galaxy. You must understand this.”
“Obi-Wan Kenobi,” she pondered his name for several seconds. “Yes, your Padawan became quite famous, did he not? The Son of the Suns,” she smiled when she saw his brow furrow.
“What if I told you,” he said, with a malevolence of his own, “that he fathered two children, who are now in hiding? And what if I told you that the progeny have twice the power of the progenitor?”
“And how is this any of our concern,” she asked with feigned disinterest.
“You are disciples of Revan, the one who fell and was redeemed. She saved the Republic once. Will her disciples not fight for the same cause she believed in?”
“I am Revan,” she said, her eyes wide. “And I decide what my disciples will fight for!”
“Impossible,” Obi-Wan gasped. Had Revan discovered the secrets of immortality? This girl could not be Revan. Why she was no older than Anakin! “Revan is long dead,” was his challenging response.
“I am Revan’s successor” she conceded, “and, thus, I am Revan. These disciples see me as such. When my time comes to unite with the living Force, I shall appoint my own successor. And so our society has and will exist through the ages. We train in the Force constantly; we learn all it has to teach us. We are not bound by silly rules begot from dusty tombs. We are bound only by the rules of life and the Force. Bound only by its limitations and powerful only by the will of its strength. That is why we will not fall as disgracefully as you have.”
“And that is why you must help us,” he interjected. Her self-aggrandizing lectures were becoming irksome.
She smiled again, only this time it was subtle and kindly amused. “So, the infamous Negotiator remains steadfast? You may call me Marva Vance. Follow me please. We can continue our discussion as we dine.”
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Obi-Wan was hailed and landed with little resistance. He guessed that the colony sensed that he was a Jedi, or Jedi-like at the very least. The structure itself was remarkable. It was made of a shined black marble, of sorts. The noxious gasses of the planet gave it a faint green glow. When Obi-Wan saw a light emerge from the bay doors that were opening, he quickly steered the craft towards it. Upon landing, his ship was engulfed in a dense white fog.
He waited for it to clear before standing to leave. As he did so he heard a voice speaking just outside his ship, possibly from a loudspeaker.
“Decontamination complete,” it called out mechanically.
“Thanks for the warm welcome,” Obi-Wan joked to himself, as he ducked out of the cockpit and proceeded to exit his craft.
No sooner had he walked down the ramp, than he noticed three figures emerge. All three wore cloaks that covered their faces, but the main figure wore an ornate cloak of dark purple shades. Those that flanked the leader wore simple black. The central figure then raised its arms and lowered its hood, revealing the face of a young woman. She wore her brown hair tied back in a bun, simple and sleek as her pale face. She spoke and her voice was forceful, commanding respect.
“It’s been a long time since a Republic Jedi has arrived here.”
“Forgive the intrusion,” he replied. “I mean you no harm, but I bring terrible news.”
“We are not deaf to the cries of the Republic, Jedi. It has finally fallen from its graceless and shaky balance. This comes as no surprise.”
Obi-Wan grew annoyed with her apparent lack of interest. “Well, are you also aware that the Dark Lord of the Sith controls this new Empire? Surely to Force users such as yourselves, you can see the severity of the situation.”
“And let me guess? You’ve come to ask our help? You’ve come to start a coup,” she almost laughed. Her smile was sinister and dark. “You Republic Jedi have always been blind fools. The Lord of the Sith was practically your superior and you never even knew it. Why should we help such failures?”
“Because there are none of us left and people are dying,” he responded, visibly shaken and quite devoid of his characteristic patience.
Her face seemed to lose all of its humor and turned very serious very quickly. “Who are you?”
“I am Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Master and former General for the Army of the Republic. I fought people who I believed to be enemies of democracy. I fought my very own brother, my student, and watched him turn into a Sith before my very eyes. Master Yoda and myself are all that are left of the Republic Jedi, as you call them. You may think us fools, but I come to you and ask that you help us. This situation is dire and affects every single living being in this galaxy. You must understand this.”
“Obi-Wan Kenobi,” she pondered his name for several seconds. “Yes, your Padawan became quite famous, did he not? The Son of the Suns,” she smiled when she saw his brow furrow.
“What if I told you,” he said, with a malevolence of his own, “that he fathered two children, who are now in hiding? And what if I told you that the progeny have twice the power of the progenitor?”
“And how is this any of our concern,” she asked with feigned disinterest.
“You are disciples of Revan, the one who fell and was redeemed. She saved the Republic once. Will her disciples not fight for the same cause she believed in?”
“I am Revan,” she said, her eyes wide. “And I decide what my disciples will fight for!”
“Impossible,” Obi-Wan gasped. Had Revan discovered the secrets of immortality? This girl could not be Revan. Why she was no older than Anakin! “Revan is long dead,” was his challenging response.
“I am Revan’s successor” she conceded, “and, thus, I am Revan. These disciples see me as such. When my time comes to unite with the living Force, I shall appoint my own successor. And so our society has and will exist through the ages. We train in the Force constantly; we learn all it has to teach us. We are not bound by silly rules begot from dusty tombs. We are bound only by the rules of life and the Force. Bound only by its limitations and powerful only by the will of its strength. That is why we will not fall as disgracefully as you have.”
“And that is why you must help us,” he interjected. Her self-aggrandizing lectures were becoming irksome.
She smiled again, only this time it was subtle and kindly amused. “So, the infamous Negotiator remains steadfast? You may call me Marva Vance. Follow me please. We can continue our discussion as we dine.”