{from darkness to ℓ¡ℊнт}- anakin & obi-wan [rots au]
“This was not a part of the plan.” The eyes of Darth Vader pinned darkly on Darth Sideous’, smoldering with flames of fury. The young Sith lord was stronger and more powerful than his new Master, and he would not hesitate to Force-choke him to death if he violated their bargain. Anakin swung his arm back to the main holocomm center of the Jedi Temple, perched high atop the central spire. Figures of thousands of Clone Troopers flickered into the holocamera. ARC-170’s dropping on the tails of Jedi starfighters. AT-STs swivelling their guns. Clones opening fire, executing the order that would extinct the Jedi forever.
“My old master is out there. He was assigned to Geonosis two weeks ago— and you stanging well knew it. Lord Sideous, I demand you revoke Order sixty-six until he is retrieved from the battlefield.” A mechno-hand crept toward the hilt of his saber. “…Or you will pay with your life.” Soulless yellow eyes peered outward as the wrinkled sallow face quirked into a frown. The holopresence faded. “My old friend, my young apprentice. I find your lack of faith in me…disturbing.” The young Sith only stared, hood drawn, hands trembling, awaiting an explanation. "There is no need for bloodshed here. All the Jedi will die, save Obi-Wan Kenobi, per our original agreement." The chair swiveled around slowly, and the cloaked figure stared at the expanse of Courescant with a wry smile. His New Empire. "I have sent a shuttle to retrieve your old master. He will be appropriately… confined…and brought to Mustafar. There you will confront him.” "Mustafar—-? Why—-" "Your second task, of course. The Seperatist leadership, in their ‘secret bunker’ on Mustafar. Kill them all. I will deal with the remaining Jedi. When you have finished your task, the Sith will rule the galaxy once more, and we shall have peace—— forever." 'The young fool need not know that Obi-Wan will die this very day. His love to that old fool keeps him driven. For reasons beyond me.' ”It will be done, my Master.” The Sith lord was not afraid of his the once Chancellor, but he pretended to be respectful. Deep in his heart, buried beneath the lies, pride and anger, the soul of Anakin Skywalker lay dormant; flickering dimly along with that weakening flame of light. But Anakin was a weak, naive fool— tricked and deceived by the lies of the Jedi. He was an idiot. Darth Vader was powerful, wise, and knowing. A disturbance in the Force itself. And yet, for all his power, the boy could not shake a certain creeping feeling… a cold shiver that slithered up his veins as he stared out toward Courescant. It was that same fear that haunted him from the moment his mother died in his arms. Obi-wan will die, you know. Scowling, he shook himself. A hand rose to his forehead, swiping long blonde hair aside. No. Fear had no power over him.— and nor did death. He would not allow it. Lips drawn into a grim line, the boy swung on his heel and left the room, making his way toward the Hangar Bay.
——————————————— The Chancellor’s Starfighter screamed into the atmosphere. Rubble danced beneath their feet as the Clones ran out, bending down to rescue Obi-Wan from the crossfire. Bullets soared, dust flew up. "Sir, you are to come with us," the Clone trooper said, taking a hold of Obi-Wan’s shoulder. His white-clad hand beckoned to the shuttle. ”Darth Vader awaits your arrival in the Outer Rim.”
The screams and bloodshed of the battlefield were far from foreign to Obi-Wan Kenobi. Indeed, the Jedi had seen more war and destruction in his lifetime than any normal man could ever think to see. And yet there was nothing more terrifying than to see ally turned against ally in a brutal war. Which was first a mutual friendship for common cause had become chaos, misery, and ill will towards one another. He had not the chance to help his dying friends, nor watch them die as he dodged the bullets being thrown at him from all sides. On his right a Jedi choked on his last breath, falling to the sand dead. He kept his composition intact, however, despite the emotion he wished to feel. He knew it was there, subconsciously...grief, pain, and sorrow ate at his mind, and yet never quite reached his heart. He would not allow it. There was a loud noise which filled the air and caused sand to rise up from all around making it harder to see. But even so, through the force Obi-wan could dodge the bullets. Wind brushed his hair back from his head, and he took a moment of time to glance behind his shoulder. A starfighter hovered shakily in the air. "Sir, you are to come with us." Obi-wan almost wanted to brush the hand off his shoulder, but ignored the urge. "I suppose I haven't much of a choice, have I?" He asked, not expecting an answer. The Clone trooper helped Obi-wan aboard the aircraft and led him to a seat where they stood nearby, guarding. Darth Vader. The name rung in his mind, menacingly, cold, and somehow familiar. Obi-wan frowned uneasily and put a hand to his chin as he often did when in thought. "I have a bad feeling about this." ------ A trooper approached Darth Vader's door within the shuttle, knocking three times with caution. "Sir. The prisoner has reached the hangar bay."
