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[h1v3m1ndx]

Every update I check for sigma skins and am thoroughly disappointed.

[inkognito97]

Story about Obiwan becoming the Emperor of the Republic... Thankyou! 😃

I am not quite sure if you meant Emperor (of the Empire) or Chancellor (of the Republic) specifically, which is why I decided to simply mix it up… if this was NOT how you meant it, feel free to write me again and I will IMMEDIATELY rewrite it. :)

Thanks for the prompt.^^

Obi-Wan lazily stretched his left arm. The damn Zabrak had landed a good blow on him, but it had not been enough. A mistake that had caused Darth Maul his life, not that the galaxy would mourn it. The ginger haired male grinned to himself, happy that the time had finally come to reveal his true nature and to stop hiding.

“Obi-Wan,” a deep baritone voice called out scandalized.

The Sith in Padawan disguise turned and looked over at the man who had functioned as his Jedi Master for the last few years.

“Sorry Qui-Gon, but this is for your own good.” 

Before the older male could reply or do anything else, Obi-Wan used their shared bond to sent the long haired male into a trance like state. Qui-Gon would still be able to see and hear everything, but he would not be able to move or reply and the Force was out of his reach as well. He had no way to escape this. The advantaged of having psychic abilities and the best was, not even Sidious knew that he could easily control other beings by his will alone.

Obi-Wan casually walked forward until he was kneeling by his ‘Master’s’ head. The only thing the male could move, were his eyes and they were fixed on the ginger haired male.

“Don’t look at me like that,” the Sith spoke up, “you will understand soon enough and until then, this is the only way to keep you save.”

Midnight blue eyes looked hurt and doubting. A singly tear was escaping them and vanished into the man’s beard. Obi-Wan reached out to gently wipe away the wet traces on his prisoner’s cheek.

“All will be well, I promise. You have nothing to fear but fear itself. I am not Xanatos, remember?” something in the other man’s eyes changed and Obi-Wan could see the exact moment when his Jedi Master decided that he had failed yet another student.

He sighed, he did not have the time to argue with the immobile man now, which is why he bent down and carried the taller and heavier man on his shoulders. Sidious would want a proof that the Jedi had indeed died and the ginger haired Sith could use this to his advantage. When he timed it right and when he made it believable enough, he could do it and Qui-Gon would live.

“Where is Maul?” Sidious spat out as soon as he spotted him.

Obi-Wan had to stop himself from grimacing and he also had to mask the Jedi’s surprise when he spotted the new Chancellor. If Sidious caught wind of the deception, they both were done for.

“Maul is dead,” he said, “the Jedi killed him.”

The dark Lord huffed in anger. “Good for nothing,” he spat and finally, he seemed to take notice of who Obi-Wan was carrying. “I see that you succeeded.”

“Indeed my Master,” he grinned.

“Is he dead?”

“What else would he be?” he was only allowed his insolence, because he seemingly did not fail the mission.

“Good, good,” the Sith Lord chuckled darkly, “his death will leave the Jedi Order weakened and more vulnerable. More might join us.”

He slowly lowered the long haired man to the floor, making sure that the Jedi’s eyes were closed. “And then?”

“Then my young apprentice, we will destroy the Jedi and the Republic,” his yellow eyes were blazing madly, “and I will be the galaxy’s rightful leader.”

“What about me?” he asked, but more for Qui-Gon then for himself.

“You will be my loyal right hand,” he had that strange look on his face that indicated something bad. Obi-Wan knew what it meant. As soon as he was of no use anymore or as soon as he was posing a threat to the dark Lord, he would be killed. Certainly not a merry future.

“And what if this ‘loyal right hand’ decides that it wants to be more?” he began and carefully stepped around the older man, all the while lifting his grip from Qui-Gon. “What if this ‘right hand’ want to be the heart and the brain instead?”

Sidious snarled, he had read between the lines, but Obi-Wan had been ready. Blue met red and together, the two Sith moved in a deadly dance. Meanwhile, Qui-Gon was able to move his limbs again. He settled to watch the young male he had thought to be his Padawan. And even though the ginger haired man was using the dark side, he was not as tainted as this Sidious. The Master’s presence was suffocating, Obi-Wan’s was rather inviting actually.

Qui-Gon shook his head. The smaller ginger haired male had betrayed him, played with him, deceived him and used him for his plan to kill his Master, hadn’t he? Yet something at the back of bearded Jedi’s mind screamed at him NOT to come to premature conclusions. It also told him that not everything was as it seemed.

A pained cry which was followed by cruel laughter brought the Jedi Master back to the moment at hand. He saw Obi-Wan clutching his midsection with his free hand and he could see the torn clothes and the burnt skin under the young Sith’s fingers. Sidious had managed to take a hit then. Midnight blue eyes spotted the silver cylinder on his (former?) Padawan’s belt and without wasting another second, did he reach out to it and called it to his hand. Obi-Wan eyes briefly flickered towards him, but Sidious did not appear to notice. Either he was too focused on the fight at hand, or Obi-Wan was using a similar ability on the Sith Lord, like he had done with Qui-Gon. It sounded plausible.

Deciding that he could think and ask about that, when they both had survived, he jumped into action and blocked one of Sidious’ two blades, Obi-Wan blocked the other one. Master and Padawan exchanged a brief glance, a whole conversation was held through it and then they moved like one. 

Sidious was strong, way stronger than Maul, but he had also a great weakness, arrogance. The man’s pride was easy to hurt, which is exactly what the ginger haired Sith did. The anger in the Sith Lord rose to new levels and the amount of dark energy became almost unbearable for Qui-Gon, but with Obi-Wan’s help, did he pull through.

In the end, they did not know how they had done it. They only knew that the former Chancellor’s head lay to their feet, severed from its body and that it had been Obi-Wan’s blade, which had done it.

With a shaky breath, deactivated the tall Jedi Master his blade and he sunk to his knees, shaking from exhaustion and the darkness that was still around him, suffocating and closing in. A warm hand settled on his shoulder.

“Breathe,” ordered an accented voice and warm and welcoming energy was sent through the hand into his battered body, “Relax, breathe and calm down. All is well, the Sith are dead.”

“Except you,” he stated, making sure that no emotions were on his face or in his voice.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan whispered, his eyes were resting on the bloody floor. He moved swiftly and before the older male could comprehend what had happened, was the young Sith already kneeling in front of him. He was holding his lightsaber out, while bowing his head in surrender and submission. “My life is yours to take Master Jinn. I will submit to your words and order, for you were, are and will always be, my one true Master.”

The Jedi had to swallow the lump in his throat, before he could speak up. “Obi-Wan,” he reached out and his large hand came to rest on Obi-Wan’s, which were holding the lightsaber. “You are my Padawan, I could not kill you, even if I wanted to.”

Sad blue-green eyes briefly glanced up. “You should, because after all we’ve been through, I ended up no better than Xanatos. I lied to you, I betrayed you… I haven’t exactly fallen, since I was always a child of the dark, but… it’s unforgivable.”

“It is not for you to decide, what I can forgive and what I cannot.” He would lie, would he say that the revelation did not hurt. “Just answer me, why.”

“As far as I can remember, I was raised as a Sith, supposed to hate the Jedi and the ‘corrupt’ Republic. Plagueuis, he was the Master before Sidious, found me on Stewjon and took me, shortly before the Jedi arrived. Together, they manipulated me and made me believe that they were fighting for the good cause. When they deemed me ready, they left me on the steps of the Jedi temple, quite literally.”

“What changed you?” he was curious and he also wanted to understand his student better.

“I don’t know… Spending time among the Jedi made me realize that you are not as bad as Plagueuis and Sidious always preached. And then… then I met you. You still had Xanatos then and I knew immediately that YOU were the one to be my Master, to guide me back onto the right path.” He ran a hand through his hair in a nervous and slightly embarrassed gesture. 

Qui-Gon felt oddly moved. He had always thought of himself as barely average and in his worst times, he had thought himself a failure, who could not even properly train a Padawan. But he had done so, hadn’t he? He had taken a Sith under his wing and unknowingly brought him onto the light side, which is probably the only reason, why Obi-Wan had never reacted on his darker side during their apprenticeship.

“Why,” he cleared his throat, “why did you spare me? As reinforcement?”

Yellow eyes were slowly turning blue-green again. “No, I spared you, because I care for you,” he hesitated.

“An attachment,” he had not meant to say that out loud.

Again Obi-Wan shook his head, “If you were to die, I could let you go. I would not try to keep you alive at all costs, I know you would not want that and in all honesty, I couldn’t bring my conscience to do it either.” His words rang true, if the Force could be trusted. “Also… I needed a witness, but… I consider this a bonus.”

“A witness who can back up your story about the corrupt Chancellor.” 

“And for this,” he took a piece of paper out of his pocket and held it out for the Jedi master to see. “It will transfer Sheev Palpatine’s power and status to me, but here come’s the tricky part. YOU would have to lie… you would have to say that the Chancellor had been attacked and shortly before he died, he signed this paper so that - in his eyes - a worthy person could take over. It happened before in the past, usually when the Chancellors life was threatened.”

Qui-Gon Jinn looked appalled at the younger male’s request. “You cannot be serious.”

“Please,” he hated to beg, “this is not about gaining power and control, you have to believe me. This is for protection, protection for the Jedi Order. I… I have seen the future. The Sith might be extinguished for now, but they will return someday again. Also, I have seen the downfall of the Jedi Order at the hand of the Senate. If we do not act now - and you know the Council will not do it - the Order  as it exists right now, will perish.”

In the past, Qui-Gon had often come to rely on his Padawan’s gift of the Unifying Force, more often than not, had it saved their lives and the lives of others. But with these new revelations, could he still trust Obi-Wan? Who could guarantee him, that Obi-Wan was doing this for the Order and NOT for his own?

“If you still have doubts about the plan…” he sighed, “I understand.” His smile looked forced and he stood back up, letting his lightsaber drop to the floor before Qui-Gon. 

“What are you doing?” he asked. 

“Leaving,” his voice was rid of all emotions and his mask a carefully crafted mask. He reminded Qui-Gon so much of himself in this moment. “I can understand the trouble you must have to trust me, I would have the same doubts after such a revelation. But you are not willing or able to kill me - don’t get me wrong, I appreciate it - and I am not willing to be imprisoned by the Jedi for the rest of my life. I chose freedom over imprisonment, I hope you are at least able to grand me this much. Though I’ll admit that I don’t deserve it.”

“Obi-Wan, I will not… cannot let you go.” The ginger haired man stopped in his movement, he had a look of defeat on his young features and he sunk back to the ground, sitting against a wall for support. 

He held out his wrists, palms facing up and clearly expecting Qui-Gon to cuff him. “I will cooperate.”

“You misunderstand,” now it was the long haired Jedi’s turn to get up. He took a few steps forward, until he was standing right in front of the sitting man. “I cannot let you go, Padawan.”

Obi-Wan’s blue-green eyes lit up and the Force sang its approval. “Master,” breathed the young male.

“Or should I call you Chancellor now?” he raised an eyebrow. “You are absolutely sure that this is the only way to save the Order?”

The younger male nodded, “I wish it weren’t so. I am not eager to be the Chancellor OR the Emperor.”

“Emperor?” he had not heard THAT one before.

“Yeah, Sidious was considered as something of an Emperor, at least by his followers, like the Trade Federation.”

“I see.” What a mess, but for now he decided not to dwell deeper into the Sith. He held out his hand and his Padawan eagerly took it and allowed the taller male, to pull him up and envelop him into a tight hug.

“Will you stand by my side?” whispered the ginger haired male, clearly afraid of rejection. 

But Qui-Gon would not reject his Padawan, not again. “Always,” he vowed. And truly, Obi-Wan would need all the help he could get, both as a Chancellor – or Emperor or whatever he wanted to call it - and as some kind of ambassador between Jedi Order and the politicians. 

He silently said, “May the Force be with us.”

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