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Castaways	By : Aureawolf Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 2394 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Castaways
- 2-Renegade
- 3-Hermit
- 4-Jedi
- 5-Ghost
- 6-Sith
- 7-Savior
- 8-Hero
- 3
- 4
- 5
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I storm out of the room. I know its immature. So kill me, I�m slightly immature for my age. My metallic hand is clenched and in the other I hold my lightsaber. I think it would be broken if I was holding it in the other right now.
Anyway, storming out. That�s still what I�m doing. The door to the gym is already closed behind me. Funny, I thought Obi-Wan would have chased me down. I�m surprised he can be so patient about giving me the lecture I know is coming.
This just makes me remember why I�m storming down the hallway in the Jedi temple, padawans scattering like birds out of my path. When I�m finally alone at the end of the hall I vent my frustration via lightsaber hurl.
The second it leaves my hand, propelled harder than it should have been due to my Force enhanced anger, I see someone rounding the corner.
Shit.
Before I can try and stop the lightsaber that is aimed right at the Jedi�s head, it stops on its own. Did I do that?
Seeing a smirk on the colored face at the end of the hallway I know it wasn�t me. I�m sure I could have stopped it before it clobbered Master Shaak Ti. But she just got to it first.
�Greetings Padawan Skywalker. I didn�t realize I had done something to insult you recently.�
I feel myself blush as she smirks even more. I have always been friends with Shaak Ti. Which is far more than I can say for most of the Jedi council. She is strong, and brave, and uncorrupted. Everything the others are not. With a flick of her delicate red hand my lightsaber floats back to me.
�Thank you Master. I�m sorry, I didn�t know you were going to be there.�
She approaches me and puts a comforting hand on my shoulder. I look down the small distance between our heights and into her pitch black eyes. Master Shaak Ti is part of the council, a general, and one of the most empathetic people I�ve ever met. I know she can tell something is wrong. I also know she is going to ask.
�You�re upset Anakin. Perhaps you should tell me what it is that has made you so�emotional.�
I try not to let her feel the frustration in me at the use of that word. Jedi aren�t supposed to be ruled by their emotions. I�m freakin whipped by mine.
�It�s nothing. Just a disagreement between me and my Master while we were sparring.�
I don�t think she believes me.
�If you say so, then it must be true.�
She smiles showing her bright teeth and removes her hand. I�m sure the surprise is written clearly across my face. After all, this is a Jedi master. A master who just used the Force to read my thoughts. That was totally uncalled for.
She walks down the hallway and I follow. I am still a padawan after all. The hallway opens into a large foyer with tall windows. The light is coming in at just the right angle that it doesn�t reach the stone wall that divides the room. Shaak Ti sits down on the wall and pats the spot next to her in the universal sign for me to sit down.
�I understand that your life isn�t easy Anakin. Too much has happened to you in too little time. Especially recently.�
We both know what she�s talking about. I try not to stare at my hand.
I�m crippled.
It�s strange but sometimes that thought just comes out of nowhere.
�We�ll start simply. How about you tell me why you lobbed a lightsaber at me?�
I let out something between a snort and a laugh. This just makes Shaak Ti smile again. She really is a paradox. So sweet and calming. But she�d beat you up ten times before you knew what was happening if the situation called for it.
I wish I could get out of this. But she�s doing this as a friend. Even if I tried to leave without telling her she could pull rank on me.
�Obi-Wan and I were sparring. He kept telling me to keep calm and focused when we were fighting. That I was letting myself get distracted by my emotions.�
�An understandable thing for a master to say.�
�But that�s not why I left,� I cut her off. She just tilts her head, ignoring the fact that I had just been so rude to her. �The whole time I was beating him. At everything. I was faster, my attacks landed more, my defense was better, everything. How can I learn anything from someone who I can beat so easily?�
There. It�s out. Out in the open and in the presence of a council member nonetheless.
�I think you greatly underestimate your master.�
What? That�s not what she was supposed to say. She was supposed to support me, and tell me about how I�m the chosen one. Now I really am thinking about leaving.
�He may not be as strong in the Force as some. And he may not be the greatest swordsman to ever be a Jedi. But your master has something�unique,� she paused for a minute and stared off through the windows to the streets of Coruscant. �Even we didn�t realize it at first. Only Qui-Gonn could sense that Obi-Wan was special.�
I know I should be above this. But I�m immature, and obviously am too stupid to understand what is so fucking amazing about my master.
�Curb you anger Padawan. Before you accidentally throw something across the room.�
Ah�being treated like a child must be in the Jedi code somewhere under �proper master and padawan interactions�.
�I�m sorry Master. I just can never figure out why everyone thinks Obi-Wan is so great. I mean, he lost to Dooku too. Had I not stepped in he would have died. And I always beat him in sparring, and when he tries to teach me how to do something with the Force I can always do it better than him already.�
She is just sitting there, nodding every now and then. I feel myself blushing again, this time out of anger. She is patronizing me. I notice slowly that she is looking at the floor and thinking intently, her small hands folded in her lap. I�ve seen Shaak Ti fight first hand on Geonosis. Against droids. Where she didn�t have to hold herself back. Those hands are very misleading.
�You Master is teaching you Anakin.�
�Teaching me? Teaching me what? That I don�t need his lessons anymore. I think I already gathered that.�
She tsks at me and shakes her head. If anyone other than Master Shaak Ti had been speaking this way to me, I would have stormed out by now.
�What would you learn if all he did was beat you senseless every time you sparred? You would just feel like he was insulting you. I know you think differently Padawan, but you are no match for Obi-Wan.�
�But against Dooku��
�He was busy keeping you from harm. A common mistake for a Master to make. Especially against a Sith.�
She sits straight, and there is a strange feeling coming off of her. The smallest bit of sorrow seeping through her mental shields. Was she really that worried about the fight with Dooku? Or is there a different Sith she is referring to.
�Qui-Gon? Did he die protecting Obi-Wan?�
He never told me that story. Not the details anyway.
�Indirectly. But I think you should ask Obi-Wan about that.�
Oh yeah, that�s gonna end well.
�Just remember Anakin. You�re Master is very wise. And a little bit of understanding would help your situation immensely.�
With one last smile and an affectionate pat on my head, Shaak Ti leaves. She is so quiet when she moves. Personally, I think it�s because she�s barefoot.
I know I have to go talk to Obi-Wan. I accept this fact. That doesn�t mean I have to like it.
After wandering around the foyer a few times, re-clipping my lightsaber to my belt, and accidentally taking a wrong turn, I inevitably end up standing in front of my apartment. Obi-Wan is inside. In the living room to be precise. Which means I can�t possibly sneak past him. And that would be assuming he hasn�t felt my presence already.
�Anakin.�
Oh yeah�I�m screwed.
I enter the room and try and calm myself. I�m frustrated and despite what others may think of me, I know that kind of attitude isn�t going to help my situation at all. Obi-Wan looks up at me from the couch, showered and dressed in a new pair of robes. I, meanwhile, feel funky and smell bad. Wonderful.
�Please forgive me for my actions earlier, Master.�
With the door closed behind me, I feel more nervous. Just me and my master. He gives the same universal sign as Shaak Ti by patting the spot on the couch next to him. Yes, of course. I have to sit next to him to get a lecture. I can�t just stand here by the door where I�m comfortable.
Settling down on the couch I stare straight ahead.
�You�re forgiven Padawan.�
Well, that was easy. I give him a small smile, and can�t help but be surprised at the sadness on his face. He looks like he was the one who stormed out on me, not the other way around.
�What�s wrong Master?�
Again Obi-Wan�s face is slightly saddened. He takes a deep breath and copies my earlier response of staring at the wall across from us. His hands are clenched tightly together between his legs, and he�s all hunched over. He looks old. Much older than he really is.
�I�m sorry that this has gotten out of hand Anakin.�
Eh? This isn�t what was supposed to happen. I come in. Obi-Wan lectures me. I pretend to feel bad. All is back to normal. I go enjoy some illegal podracing on the lower levels. The usual stuff.
�What�s gotten out of hand Master?�
�Don�t bother with that shit Anakin. You think of me as a master about as much as a father.�
Okay. Now my jaw has officially dislocated and is located somewhere near my heel. I�ve never heard Obi-Wan curse. Let alone in anger. And sarcastic. Although the sarcasm really isn�t anything new.
�But you are my master. You have been ever since I became a padawan.�
He sighs and leans back, a smirk coming to rest on his face. It looks out of place, but at least it makes him look his age.
�Only in title Anakin. You and I have never seen eye to eye. This war is just proving that to me more and more. You�re growing stronger every day. You�re keeping more things from me.�
Something in my chest tightens. Damn my Force senses. And there goes that smile on Obi-Wan�s face this time. Only its even worse than before. Kinda creepy actually.
�No need to be so afraid Padawan. I know you�ve been sleeping with Senator Amidala for quite some time now.�
Shit crap. Shit shit. Ah crap!
This time he�s laughing. Well whoop de freakin doo. Obviously my getting kicked out of the Jedi order is a laughing matter. No wonder he�s talking about not being my master anymore, its because I�m going to be thrown out of the Jedi temple.
�Please Master, I promise it won�t happen again. It was�uh, a momentary weakness. I was emotionally unstable after the Geonosis incident and�uh�I swear to you it won�t happen�again�� I can�t keep talking to him like this. He�s got this weird look on his face. For anyone else I�d say it was a shit eating grin. But on Obi-Wan? That seems too strange.
�If you keep panicking like that a Master will sense you and come in here to make sure you�re not dying. There�s nothing to worry about.� He leans over and pats me on the shoulder and I�m reminded of Shaak Ti. But this is more than just a casual comforting touch. It makes me feel almost as uncomfortable as it puts me at ease. Maybe its that weird glint in my master�s eyes. Almost like he�s enjoying watching me squirm.
�After all, there�s nothing in the Jedi Code that says we can�t have sex. We are forbidden to love, or grow attachments to anyone. But being physical is a completely different thing. Some species, like humans, are particularly vulnerable to this.�
Now I really AM feeling uncomfortable. Its like having �the talk� all over again. Will this torment never end?
�Love is one thing Anakin. It leads us to do foolish things, and take foolish risks. As long as there is only sex between you and Amidala, then there�s nothing wrong. But don�t make it a frequent thing with her, or else we may have to investigate and make sure you aren�t getting too attached.�
Wow. This is strange. I can�t seem to voice the happiness I have over this. My master knows. Well, at least he knows that I�m sleeping with Padme. I think I should leave out the whole �we�re married now� thing. I�ll save that for another conversation.
�Thank you Master. That. Well. It�ll definitely take a weight off my shoulders.�
Obi-Wan just nods and gives me one of those strange looks. Like he�s on the verge of saying something, but decides against it. I�ve been seeing that look more and more recently.
�Anakin�about earlier��
�I�m sorry I stormed out Master.�
�You said that already. I just wanted to know, why did you do it?�
I think about exactly what to say and am thankful for my master�s patience. For once.
�I just felt like it was too easy to beat you. Like you weren�t a challenge. But I still have to listen to you simply because you�re my master.�
Obi-Wan just nods his head and seems to contemplate something. But there is no anger or disapproval today. Not like usual.
�As I said, you�re becoming stronger Anakin. We are going to be sent out on a mission soon. After all, we can�t forget that we�re in the middle of a war here. But I think you�re about ready to become a Knight.�
He smiles at me, and I know its not some cruel joke. He really does think I�m ready. Then he reaches out and brushes my braid behind my ear. For some reason, I get butterflies in my stomach at this. His fingers brushed against my ear on the way, and it made my skin heat up. Is this some trick of his?
�Of course, you have to be ready to accept changes. We won�t be a master and padawan anymore.�
As he stands up to leave, he grips my shoulder but as he walks past lets it drift across my neck. My whole body shudders and I feel goose bumps break out on my arms.
What the hell was that? I can feel emotions in the Force coming from my master stronger than I have felt in the past. Almost like�nah, that�s just imagining things. My master couldn�t possibly be�attracted to me? No. That�s just stupid. I�m being�
�.nacissistic you are! Take all the credit for Luke�s training you do!�
I smile at the small ghost of the greatest Jedi Master in the past thousand years. He, of course, doesn�t notice. Mostly because he is thoroughly bitching out my former master.
�Master Yoda, I understand that you trained Luke to use the Force after I died. And I�m grateful for that. But I watched the boy since he was born. I was with him his whole life. Of course I feel like I was the boy�s rightful master.�
This could go on forever. I sigh and apparently, even as a ghost, this sound draws the attention of my companions. Obi-Wan glares at me, and seems to appear as his old self again. And by old self I of course mean young self. Ah well, doesn�t really matter once you�re non-corporeal whether or not you have some wrinkles and gray hairs.
�You shut up. We wouldn�t be having this argument now if you hadn�t killed me.�
Oh yeah. That. Well, it doesn�t really count considering the fact that Vader killed Obi-Wan.
�You know as well as I do that Darth Vader killed you. I didn�t even exist when that happened. And anyways, what kind of master were you to let me turn to the dark side, huh?�
Damn. Sometimes I wish I could just have a normal conversation with the two Jedi who are sitting next to me. But no. Every time they have to bring up the fact that I turned evil and almost took over the universe. One mistake. I make one mistake and now I have to deal with it for all of eternity.
�He does have you there Obi-Wan. We are all to blame for what happened. But now everything is set right. As I said, Anakin brought balance back to the Force. It just took longer than expected.�
I grin over at the ghost of Master Jinn. He always takes my side in these arguments. Which is quite comforting. I wish we had time to train the other Jedi to maintain their consciousness once they returned to the Force. Even if I was the one who killed most of them, I would appreciate their company now that I�m back to my normal self.
�Stay out of this, you should Master Qui-Gon. All your fault, this is. Too old the boy was to be trained. Insisted on his training anyway, you did.�
Obi-Wan nods sagely in agreement and I shoot Qui-Gon a defeated look. It really is all his fault.
�Master Yoda, I just thought of something.�
I fight down the urge to make a sarcastic remark to Obi-Wan. After being lovers and partners for all of my years as a Knight, its hard to remember the time that passed afterwards. Years of not knowing if I was even control of my thoughts. Blending the line between where my consciousness, and something entirely different began. Now that we�re all dead, I�m beginning to think it might be better than I�ve blocked out so many memories from my days as a Sith.
Yoda just perks up his ears and leans forward to listen to Obi-Wan. Again, as a Force ghost this doesn�t have any practical uses, but we all seem to have kept some mannerisms from when we were alive.
�The prophecy of the chosen one merely said that someone would come who would bring balance to the Force, correct?�
Yoda and Qui-Gon both nod at this. I just sit back and listen. No one had ever truly decided if I was the chosen one or not. This should be interesting.
�And we all assumed at first that it meant the chosen one would finish off the Sith once and for all. Then, after Anakin turned, we thought it meant that the balance would shift in the opposite direction and all the Jedi would be destroyed.�
�Yes, and your point is?�
Alright, so my patience hasn�t increased much over the span of my life. I don�t care. For once we�re having a discussion about something I�m interested in. And of course Obi-Wan has to be his usual overly dramatic self.
�What if you were never the chosen one to begin with? What if Luke was?�
Admittedly, there is a moment where the three of us are utterly lost to my master�s train of thought. Sometimes its hard to follow. I of all people should know that.
�Explain Master Kenobi. How see you that Luke is the one from the prophecy?�
Taking a deep breath and looking up into the stars, Obi-Wan seems to be collecting his thoughts.
�Well, this just occurred to me, so I haven�t had time to really work it out yet. But, the Sith always have two, correct? A master and an apprentice. And when the apprentice is strong enough, he will rise up, kill his master, and take over as the new Sith lord.�
I nod in acknowledgement. After all, I am the foremost knowledge on Sith as of now.
�Well, Anakin, you killed Sidious. So logically, before you died, you were the Sith Master. And the only person who could be considered as anything close to an apprentice would be Luke, who you nearly managed to turn to the Dark Side.�
I carefully nod again. Its true that Luke almost joined me. Had I let him kill Sidious while possessed with the Dark Side, and being provoked by my former master, he would have easily been deceived into being my apprentice. But I couldn�t let that happen. Even then I was slowly regaining control of myself, and Vader was fading into the back of my mind.
�And in truth, you were dieing because of Luke�s attacks before Sidious� lightning did you in for good. So Luke was the original reason for your death. That leaves Luke as the only successor to the Sith. And, having been trained by both of the only two remaining Jedi in the universe, he is also the last of the Jedi.�
I run it over in my head. Its true, there are some weak spots in his logic, but it makes sense. Luke was the chosen one all along. He would never have made it as a Jedi in the Republic. He would have broken too many of the rules. But his weaknesses are not enough to have led him to the Dark Side as mine were.
�A balance. A Force user who is not good enough to be a Jedi, but not dark enough to be a Sith.�
Qui-Gon then smiles at me, and then pointedly at Obi-Wan. I suppose my old master really was special. Or at least, unique as the case may be.
�Only one question now, there is. Which path will young Skywalker revive? The light, the dark. Or both?�
I can feel Luke�s presence even though he is far away now. He fights with his friends, and flies as recklessly as I did. I am proud of him. And if I have anything to say about his future, I�ll ensure that he doesn�t make my mistakes.
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