Prompt:
After Order 66, Obi-Wan Kenobi and (Y/N) must find each other before they're taken out.
Requested by laura_-_
She/Her❥
1st POV
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Those words. Those four seemingly-meaningless words just kept repeating in my brain as I ran away from the grounded base on Endor. Good soldiers follow orders. Good soldiers follow orders. Those 'good soldiers' had murdered my Padawan in cold blood with no reasoning behind it. The pain in her eyes as Commander Widow, my leading Clone, shot her mercilessly; injuring her both physically, and emotionally. The men we fought beside are now our enemies.
Brushing tears away from my eyes as I ran, low rising vines slapped my cheeks and a twig even broke through my skin, causing hot blood to stream from my cheek. I had to get in contact with the Order— it doesn't matter who.
I pressed several buttons on my wrist com, calling up Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, the only name who had come to my mind. He picked up immediately; his hair twisted in every direction— blood coating his white robes while sweat and dirt caked his forehead mercilessly. My stomach twisted up anxiously at the unanticipated sight,
"Obi," I hissed painfully, "My Clones turned on me!" I gasped, beginning to lose steam as I winded through the forest aimlessly, "They killed Moriah. I couldn't save her!"
The Jedi nodded in agreement at my statement, "Cody has turned on me as well. I have felt a great disturbance in the force."
Slowing down, I leaned against a tree, holding back the sensation to vomit from exhaustion, "Almost like thousands of voices cried out in pain, and then were silenced right after," I continued his statement, forcing myself to catch my breath.
Obi-Wan nodded, grabbing his arm painfully, "You're stationed on Endor, right? I'm coming to get you, then we need to group up with some others."
"Where's Anakin at?" I questioned, finally beginning to catch my breath after that agonizing run.
Obi's eyes soften at that question. He adverted eye contact and climbed onto his ship, which was conveniently stationed right beside his position, "Master Yoda believes he's the one responsible— the Sith Lord has corrupted him. I watched a video of Anakin... killing Younglings."
At that gruesome statement, I imagined Anakin mindlessly slaughtering all the young Jedi I've ever known, including my own Padawan, Moriah Ofree. From association, technically he did kill her, but all I can picture is my Commander gunning her down without a second thought,
"Hurry up," I gasped, wincing slightly and sliding down the tree to take a seat, "I'm pretty sure my battalion is tracking me. I'm not sure how good of a chance I have against them."
Obi-Wan nodded, raising his hand up slowly, immediately aligning his with mine, which on queue, snapped up at the sight, "May the force be with you, and your lost Padawan, my dear."
"And with you, my love," I replied, clicking the call off.
I never liked Endor even when the Clones were my loyal friends and brothers, but now... Endor's endless forests and unidentifiable noises sent goosebumps over my body. A twig snapping, leaves crunching under the weight of a life form, the forest unexpectedly quieting down. Every single unusual occurrence caused my hand to immediately snap down to my (F/C) lightsaber.
Snapping my head to the left, I sensed them. I could feel their heartbeats through the force— Scooter, Easy and Widow; my best troopers. Grasping my lightsaber in my hand, I ignited it as their maroon armor came into view. Red blaster bolts flew by my head as I dodged towards my friends— no, my family.
Widow was the shoulder I cried on after hard battles with many loses. He was like a brick wall and never showed emotions unless he was with me. I think I'm the only other living being to see him shed a tear. Easy always cracked dumb jokes with me. Him and Anakin always got along really well when the 501st and my battalion went on missions together. Scooter acted as the only responsible one in the battalion besides Widow. He always made sure the other Clones were getting stuff done, yet he knew not to be too tough on his brothers.
My vision blurred again with tears as my (F/C) lightsaber slashes through Scooter's gut; his scream echoing through the clearing, even over the loud blaster shots. With no time to mourn, I spin around and shove the blade through Easy's side; slashing through the middle and ending his life faster than Scooter's.
Standing eye-to-eye with Widow is probably the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I couldn't see through his helmet, but I'm sure he had a blank stare plastered on his face— one dropped of emotions per usual, yet it was a more sinister intention,
"Widow," I began, still holding my lightsaber up in case the Clone tried anything funny, "Just know, whatever is about to happen will haunt me for the rest of my life. I will never stop respecting and loving you as both a solider and a best friend. Your brothers know that too."
I could hear a low growl erupting from underneath his helmet— one sounding like a ferocious animal on the hunt, "I'm sorry, General, but you've been declared a war criminal by the Chancellor. You've committed treason, and I must put you down."
Sighing sadly, I twisted my blade in my hand, and bowed one last time. Racing forward, I deflected a shot directly into Widow's shoulder, quickly finishing him off by plunging my lightsaber into his armored stomach. As his desperate breathes faded, a scream echoed from my throat.
Dropping my lightsaber to the ground, I buried my face into Widow's chest; sobbing as if my life depended on it. I know I'm not alone. Every Jedi is losing everything, yet I feel most impacted. I lost Moriah and my Clones, yet I don't have the glorification of dying. I have to live with this forever. Seeing Moriah's paling face as Widow pulled the trigger, Scooter's cry, Widow's final words...
While I sobbed, I felt a hand clasp my shoulder. Reflexively, I snatched the stranger's wrist and flipped them over my shoulder; the wind getting knocked out of their lungs,
"(Y/N)!" the voice squeaked out from underneath my weight, "It's me!"
My eyes focused on the form beneath me, causing me to let go of a breath I didn't know I was holding. Releasing the man, I wrapped my arms around him and resumed crying, "Obi, I don't know what to do..."
"Hey, you're okay," he whispered, pushing his long fingers through my hair, effectively calming me down, "You'll have time to mourn later, but we need to get out of here. The rest of your battalion is headed this way."
Nodding, I pick myself up, snatch my lightsaber off the ground where I'd discarded it, and followed Obi-Wan to his ship; fingers intertwined as we walk. I felt Obi-Wan's anxiety bubbling upwards in him, as if he was about to explode,
"Talk to me?" I asked, wiping away the last of my tears. I need to be strong for not just Obi, but for myself too. I'm not the only one going through this.
Obi-Wan nodded as we climbed into his ship; us immediately abandoning the forested planet, "I'm going to confront Anakin."
"Not without me you're not," I snapped, finally understanding his overwhelming amounts of anxiety.
Obi squeezed my hand lovingly and pressed a kiss to my lips; one filled with sadness and regrets, "My dear, I need to do this alone. Anakin won't be expecting me, and if you're not there, he won't have an advantage over me."
"You're a powerful Jedi, but so is Ani," I responded, longing so hard for his lips to return to mine, "I can help. I'm not some Youngling that needs protected. I'm a Jedi Master."
A small smile rose to Obi's lips, causing him to kiss me again, "Is there any way I can sway you from coming with me?"
"If I were in your shoes, I know you wouldn't let me do it alone," I replied, sitting down in the co-pilot seat, "So where are we headed."
"Mustafar," the Jedi Master drily replies, piloting the ship into hyperspace.
I'd never gone to Mustafar before, but I've heard stories. The planet itself radiates Dark Side energy. It's caked in lava. There's only two human-inhabited towns, and the life forms living there are hardly counted as living forms.
The flight to the lava planet was agonizing. The tension between Obi and I was painful. I could tell my lover wasn't fully grasping the direness of the situation. His apprentice, brother and friend had betrayed the Order, and destroyed everything we've ever known and loved. I could sense the brunette was contemplating a strategy that could do the least damage to the Chosen One.
Landing, we easily located the ex-Jedi's ship. Laying a kiss on Obi's cheek, I quickly left the ship with him on my tail. I could smell burning flesh on the wind, not to mention the faded screams echoing throughout the planet's core. Whatever Ani was doing, there was nothing he could do that could redeem himself in my eyes.
Obi-Wan and I launched ourselves in the direction of the screaming— it subtly getting louder as we reached a building. The doors were already broken open; lightsaber scorches tainting the metal walls and bodies littering the floors.
When I saw Anakin, I nearly threw up. The little boy I met on Tatooine was so different now. His eyes scorched with hot anger. His blue lightsaber burned, obviously being used for the wrong purpose,
"Anakin!" I screamed, catching his attention as he stabbed a member of the Trade Federation in the shoulder with the sacred weapon.
Dropping the corpse, little words were shared between Apprentice and Master. The two of us unsheathed our lightsabers and launched at Anakin; the three of us dancing in synch around the table in the middle of the room. Glass shattered around us, cutting another spot on my cheek open.
I couldn't help but marvel at Anakin and Obi-Wan's skill. Sure, I'm a powerful Jedi, both in combat and in force-related skill, but they're untouchable. During our entire battle, Obi-Wan was protecting me from sloppy mistakes I was making. Not blocking were I should be, or dodging far too slow.
I don't even remember it happening, but eventually the three of us ended up outside. The pure humidity this planet gave off made me instantly sweat buckets. Obi and Anakin continued to move in perfect synch, but I was falling far too behind. Anakin noticed this.
Swiping his lightsaber down at the rocks beneath my feet, the Chosen One sent sparks up in my face, momentarily blinding me. Then, while both Obi-Wan and I were taken aback, the new Sith Lord slashed the back of my leg open, causing me to fall down and out of the fight.
I knew I wasn't much help, but watching Obi-Wan fight without being able to help really messed with me. If Anakin got the upper hand, both Master Kenobi and I would be dead. If Obi wins, we all live. The Jedi and Sith are so unalike.
Fortunately, Obi-Wan kept the upper hand by keeping a cool-head. One downfall of the Sith is arrogance, and Anakin is full of it. Once Anakin was dealt with, Obi-Wan softly scooped me off the ground, and the two of us headed back towards our parked ship,
"I'm sorry I couldn't have helped out more," I whispered, leaning my head into my lover's chest, enjoying his touch.
Obi-Wan pushes a piece of my long, sweaty hair from my face and shakes his head while boarding the ship, "Anakin is an adversary to fear. I'm surprised I even stood a chance, my love. Don't feel bad, you already have so much to worry about now."
"How come everything you say immediately makes me feel better?" I chuckle as he lays me down on the surgical bed; the surgical droid immediately working on my injured eyes and leg.
Pressing a kiss to my forehead, he smiles warmly, yet there was a tinge of sadness to it, "I know you better than anyone. I also know you're the strongest person I know. We will bounce back from this. The Jedi will return."
I stayed silent. Somehow, I knew Obi was right, but deep down, I knew it was time for the old Jedi way to die. Whatever has to happen will happen, but nothing will ever be the same again.
July 9th, 2020