Prompt:
(Y/N) is finally allowed to join the Jedi Order after her abandonment of the Dark Side.
Requested by siriania
Part 3! Worth Losing
She/Her❥
1st POV
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"Focus, (Y/N)!" the voice of my newly earned Master, Kit Fisto, bellowed, causing me to lose my focus even more, "You must come to terms with the force, not bend it to your will."
I growled and sheathed my lightsaber, a bright (F/C) color compared to the old red lightsaber I once owned, "Master, why must you always go to the conclusion that I'm trying to bend the force to my will."
"Well, considering your past, it's hard not to assume," he crossed his arms over his chest and waved his hand, "I understand how tough this must be— all this unorthodox training and being surrounded by people you don't know, but you must focus. If you don't focus, it'll leave your mind open for Dooku to track you down and kill you, understand?"
I nodded, and unsheathed my lightsaber back out, "I understand. I apologize, Master."
"No apologies necessary, (Y/N). Now, let's practice some defensive tactics, shall we?" he smiled, unsheathing his green lightsaber and jumped into the training ring, "You have only been taught offensive abilities. That's the Sith's trademark. As a Jedi, we try to train ourselves to be well-rounded during battle. Now, watch me and parry everything I do. Allow it to stick and become second nature."
I nodded and wobbled around his assertive combat tactics. Master Fisto hadn't even given me a chance to get ready for his attacks, but I didn't object. It was obvious he was purposely using these tactics compared to a defensive form, but it was to train me against a 'Sith.'
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My Master and I, after around 4 hours of constant training, sheathed our lightsabers. I sighed and wiped away some sticky sweat from my brow, "You're showing great improvement, my apprentice," the Nautolan smiled his signature smile, "You're dismissed. Meet me again back here tomorrow at dawn. We need to practice meditation."
"Yes, Master," I bowed and immediately hurried off, one man in my mind; Obi-Wan Kenobi.
I had requested when I joined the Jedi Order to have Obi-Wan be my Master, but I believe the Council sensed our attachments and declined my offer. They called it, 'biased training' since Obi-Wan was the one who brought me back, but I know that's just an excuse. Since then, Obi and I have met up every night. We update each other about everything from our day. Sometimes the Jedi Master is posted on a different planet for the war, but we still make time to communicate through holocalls, but luckily, today was not one of those days.
Looking as calm and composed as possible, I walked through the temple, controlling my emotions. Inside however, I was bubbling with excitement. Anytime I thought about my lover, my heart would begin to race uncontrollably. I would forcibly have to slow it down so the other Jedi didn't notice.
It seemed I did a good job on hiding my emotions. I passed many Jedi, each of them nodding in greeting, my bows of respect following. Despite these displays of acceptance from the Order, I knew some Jedi weren't fans of me being here— one being Anakin Skywalker. Many who agreed with him felt as if I would betray the Order, and kill as many Jedi as I could once I gained their trust. That wasn't my intention at all. At least Obi saw this.
Sighing as I reached the nightly quarters, I looked to see if anyone was around. Luckily, I was in the clear. Pushing inside Obi-Wan's room, I was greeted by my lover already by the door,
"Well, you're patient," I smirked, pressing a kiss to his lips, savoring the feeling, "Were you expecting me, or was that coincidence?"
"A little bit of both," he replied, clasping his hand into mine, "I knew you were coming today, just not what time. I was getting ready to head up to the Council's chambers. Apparently, we're getting ready to attack Dooku head on."
I smiled softly and rubbed my thumb on the top of his hand, "I'm coming, right? I mean, I have never been allowed on a real mission since I got here, and I mean, it's Dooku. I know him like the back of my hand."
"My dear, that's exactly why I was going to the Council's chambers. I wish to talk them into that very thing," he replied, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, "I have time. Tell me about your training."
I rolled my eyes and collapsed onto my boyfriend's meditation rug, turning it into a makeshift bed, "Master Fisto is driving me crazy if I'm gonna be completely honest. He's treating me like I don't understand the Jedi Code, and he's acting like I could revert back to my Sith tendencies at the snap of a finger. I think he forgot I left for a reason, and not to mention the entirety of the Council, him included, voted to allow me to stay," I commented, venting to my lover.
Obi-Wan settled beside me and stroked my hair as I laid my head in his lap, holding back tears, "This too will pass, my love. That is exactly why I am going to bring you on this mission, or try. If all the Jedi who doubt you, your Master included, see how well you follow the Code while in action, I'd assume they'd begin trusting you more, and if not, that's on them."
"You're really doing that. For me?" I asked, sitting up and smiling softly, "I am so happy you came into my life. I don't know where I would be without you, my love."
Obi-Wan stroked his beard and shook his head, "If you want me to be honest, you'd either be dead, or still working for the Count if it wasn't for me."
He wasn't wrong, but that comment he made rocked me with anxiety. Just thinking about Count Dooku often put me in a daze. It was hard to believe that was me only a little while ago. The treatment I received was awful, and sure, I complain about the treatment I receive here at the temple, but it's nothing compared to what the Separatists offer. The Jedi were kind despite their distrust, and honestly, I don't mind. I have Obi, and that's all that matters to me.
We sat there for another couple of minutes, just sitting in each other's embrace. It was nice. Normally Obi is on the move all the time, which technically, he needs to get moving soon, but it's nice to just be with each other for once,
"Darling," the male whispered, kissing my forehead softly, "I must get going now. If I'm going to be bringing you along, I need to start talking the Council into the idea now."
I nodded and slumped off my boyfriend, letting him get up and off the ground. I wouldn't admit it, but I was nervous about many things taking place. One, the Council wouldn't let me help the attack on Dooku, that was obvious. I wanted more than anything to see that man motionless on the ground; his body pouring crimson blood, but alas, that's not the Jedi way. Two, I am worried since Obi-Wan is going to talk on my behalf, the Council may suspect something. I don't think most of them would, but Windu and Fisto might...
Obi-Wan kissed me softly and smiled, "I'll be back soon, my love. Try not to worry, okay?"
I sighed and nodded, smiling and waved him off. I hope he returns quickly. I just want to be in his arms again.
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Obi-Wan's POV
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This meeting was going nowhere. The Council was split in half on the idea of letting (Y/N) come with me on this mission, but as a member of the Council myself, I can wedge my way in the vote,
"Aren't you just a little worried about Padawan (L/N) getting seduced back to the Dark Side?" Master Mace Windu asked, stroking his chin, "She served Dooku before, why not now?"
I frowned and stroked my beard, unable to read the emotions of the silent members of the Council, "You voted to allow her to stay and train, Master," I commented, "All of you did. Why allow her to train if you aren't going to trust her?"
"I would like to ask why you care so much, Master Kenobi," Master Saesee Tiin asked, narrowing his eyes, "I would imagine it's because you saved her off Felucia, but I sense something else..."
"Unlikely," Shaak Ti replied, "I say she goes with Obi-Wan and myself. I and Master Kenobi can keep an eye on her while she fights. If she shows any sign of returning to her past self, we will report it immediately."
I turned to the leader of our Order. He was silent. Observing. Listening. He finally nodded and cracked and small, toothless smile, "Go with Kenobi, both Master Ti and Padawan (L/N) will. Bend to the Council's will, Windu, Tiin and Fisto must. Objections?"
No one said anything, but I couldn't help but smile a little bit. Shaak Ti just stared at me and nodded. I know her intentions were good, but I couldn't help but suspect that she only volunteered herself to keep an eye on (Y/N). I understand their fears, but she's loyal to the Republic and the Jedi Order. They don't have anything to fear about her.
1st POV
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Obi-Wan had only been gone for around an hour now, but it felt like endless torture. I was so worried about what the Council was deciding about me. I know Master Fisto would try to stick his fat head in the way and try to keep me here, in his sight, but Obi-Wan wouldn't give up unless ordered to by Yoda.
The sound of the door opening ripped me from my thoughts. Turning, I smiled as I looked at Obi-Wan's face. I could sense his force signature, and obviously, the meeting went well,
"So, I'm going?" I questioned, falling into his arms as he shut the door using the force.
He stroked my hair while nodding; kissing my forehead, "I wish it was just us going, but Master Shaak Ti volunteered herself as well. It's good to have more fire power so I'm not complaining."
I had never really met Shaak Ti before. I had bowed to her while passing in the hallways, but besides that, I had no other correlation with the Togruta master,
"I can't wait to finally meet her, honey," I smiled, wrapping my hand in his, "When is the Council giving us the green light to leave?"
"Tomorrow night," Obi-Wan answered, "Our Scouts have discovered Dooku is near Pantora. Likely, he is trying to force Pantora to join the Separatists."
I nodded and frowned, "Chairman Papanoida won't join willingly."
"That's what we're worried about," Obi-Wan sighed.
Dooku had a tendency to kill anyone who refused to join him and his cause. I hate to admit it, but I've put down many Republic leaders in my time while serving his evil cause. Their screams... the cries and gasps of horror of their people when they witnessed what I had done. I never admitted it at the time, but it haunted me, even as a Sith Assassin. I don't know how Dooku can do it everyday without blinking an eye. He's pure evil...
"Can we even afford to wait until tomorrow night?" I asked, the thought of the Chairman getting tortured by Dooku playing through my head over and over again, "I don't know if the Chairman has enough time."
Obi-Wan rubbed my hand again and sighed, "It's out of our control, darling. We just have to follow the Council's orders, get there as fast as possible tomorrow and fight like hell."
"At least I get out of training tomorrow," I joked, "Unfortunately, I may need it."
March 10th, 2021