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Thread: On the Rise (SevenxSaynotozydrate)

Gone. They were all gone. Coruscant carried on, moved forward the suns rose and set and lives continued, but for Obi-Wan Kenobi, the world stood still. Stass Allie, Ki-Adi, Plo Koon, Aayla, Kolar, Sasaee, Master Windu - all of them, and so many others had been killed thousands of Jedi, murdered, overpowered and outnumbered by the Empire. As Obi-Wan moved through the darkened corridors of the Temple he encountered only silence - but it wasn't the sort of quiet that came from a well-disciplined school, it was, instead, the absolute stillness that came from a building that was devoid of life. It was the silence that came from the dead, a deafening quiet. There were no lights, no voices, because there was no one left to speak and even Obi-Wan's voice seemed to be failing him - he hadn't spoken for days, not since Padme. Not since Anakin. He couldn't bring himself to break the silence, because there were no words that seemed important enough to say - but he had listened stoically to Master Yoda, the only one left besides him. Yoda had told him that Anakin was not beyond help. He had told him that the story wasn't over, that life would continue - the force would continue, unhindered. He told him that there would be others, and that Luke and Leia had to be protected from Anakin - he could never know where they had been taken, lest his darkness infect them. He told him to carry on, not to let the darkness invade him either. And Obi-Wan had remained wordless, even when Master Yoda had departed, exiling himself in a grief that he would hide while Obi-Wan punished himself for a while longer, standing in the empty classroom, looking into the shadow. Even the younglings. The Empire hadn't even spared the children. Though his expression remained characteristically emotionless - nearly immobile the way it always had been, Anakin had always called him cold - Obi-Wan sank slowly to the ground, on his knees in silence, a pose that would have been meditation if it werent for the way his head hung, and the fact his eyes remained open. All of them were gone. God, if Qui-Gonn could see him now. In the darkness, without a word or a flicker on his face, Obi-Wan Kenobi mourned the loss of his comrades, his allies, his students, and his partner - a man he had loved, just as he had loved his Master and been loved by him.
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Re On the Rise SevenxMukuro I knew I'd find you here, Obi-wan Kenobi. A voice called from the empty and haunted halls of the abandoned jedi temple. A place once teeming with the force, now seemed bereft and cold. It was eery, to see a temple where he spent a good portion of his life so...dead. Even if he was the one who had caused all of this, the little Tatooine boy inside of him ducked his head in shame and misery. Anakin Skywalker took a step forward, dressed in long black cloak and holding his lightsaber at the ready. With a press of a button the weapon hummed to life. The sith lord infront of him walked and talked like his former apprentice, but look him in the eye and the jedi master would find nothing familar. Little Ani was gone, vanished and swallowed up by the sadistic and twisted demon who stood in his place. His eyes had changed. Those same blue irises had been through with yellow and red, like the cracks left behind after an earthquake. You're a sentimental old fool. His voice darkened and suddenly the halls and very foundation of the ruined temple seemed to shake and tremble under the raw pressure of the life force radiating from Anakin's body. He'd always been strong in the ways of the force, but now that he nolonger held himself in check with the jedi code, his power had the composition of a hammer striking ruthlessly. Pure unadulterated power. You're going to tell me what you did to Padme! Ah, there it was. His yellow and red cracked eyes were blazing with rage. Palpatine had vindicated Anakin's growing prejudice against the jedi by telling him that his beloved wife was dead and had died at the hands of his former master. I'll make you pay. I swear I will. Did you think I wouldn't know? I can't feel her presence...I can't feel anything form her. Her life force...it's gone. You took her away from me! He was shouting by now and the vibrations of his power were causing specks of ceiling to come crumbling down. His rage made him stronger, but wreckless.
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Obi heard Anakin before he spoke, felt him before he was in the room, but he didn't move from his spot he remained in place on the floor for a long moment, eyes still downcast even when the familiar sound of a lightsabre filled the room. And then he spoke and Obi-Wan looked up, met Anakin Skywalker's eyes, blue had changed to the terrible yellows and reds of a Sith while Obi-Wan's had remained the same, steady green. Obi-Wan Kenobi was a young man still, and beneath the beard were the same youthful features, but the hardness of his eyes had begun to make him look older than he was. Slowly, he rose from his spot, eyes not leaving Anakin's, and he thought of the small boy he had taught for so many years - it was apparent that child was gone, but in his place there was a young man, and somewhere inside of him there was - hope. There always was, even for those who had strayed so far that it was difficult to find the light of day. He watched Anakin, watched him tremble with anger, heard the rage in his voice, felt the floor vibrate with the power he was barely holding in. Obi-Wan did not draw his weapon, however, and spoke in his familiar, patient tone, Padme died during labour. Obi-Wan said, and there was a rasp to his voice, an indication that he had barely used it, I'm sorry, Anakin she couldn't be saved.
Thread: On the Rise (SevenxSaynotozydrate)

Lord Vader, once known as Anakin Skywalker, began to close the distance between the two of them. His rage was palpitable in the air. He didn't seem able to listen to reason, just like on Mustafar. He was far beyond his master's reach. Anakin Skywalker had died the fateful night Master Windu had been killed. The only thing that seemed to bring a spark of blue to those sickly yellowish red eyes was the name of his wife. His beloved Amidala, his Padme. He froze in place, some small part of him registering that Obi-wan hadn't confessed to killing her. That she had died in labor. No. No, that can't be! All of that darkness seemed to fade. Palpatine's promise to him, to give him power so that he could save Padme from the fate his dreams had prophecized only to leanr that she had died giving birth to his child. It was all too much for him to take. He threw his head back and howled in agony and grief. It was an unholy and pitiful sound, raw and primal grief. All of his emotion flooded the room in one great gust, shaking the foundations of the ruined building. He dropped to his knees, mirroring Obi-wan's previous position. His hands were held to his chest and his shoulders were shaking. In his own way, he had loved Padme. He had also loved Obi-wan. Of the two, only one of his great loves remained alive. All of this power, all of this...everything I did for her. To protect her. His voice was hoarse. Some part of him still trusted that this was the truth. For now, in this moment of grief, the sith lord had been beaten back. My child? He dared to ask, his cheeks stained with tears. His expression darkened a few seconds later, making a grabbing motion with his hand. An invisible hand gripped the jedi by his cloak, lifting him up off the ground and shaking him ruthlessly for an answer. Answer me! Where is my child? You can't keep it from me!
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Anakin's pain was as palpable as his rage, and when he fell to his knees in his agony, Obi-Wan saw a flicker of the young, troubled boy they had met on Tatooine, but as quickly as that vision had appeared, it was gone. Once again, Anakin's rage took over and Kenobi felt the front of his robes gather and wrench aggressively as his former apprentice used his powers. Your power frightened her, Anakin. Obi-Wan said sharply, resistant to the pain that was coursing through his muscles at the violent treatment, It changed you from the man she loved, made you distant from her. He couldn't fault Anakin for wanting to know the location of his children he had broken the Jedi code to be with Padme, had opened up a spot within himself that was as susceptible to light as it was to dark - and he had chosen his path. His path had led him to kill every child in the temple. Obi-Wan did the only thing that he knew would save the lives of Luke and Leia Skywalker - he lied. Outright, and to Anakin's face, he went against every belief he had about honesty and truth, and he lied because he couldn't allow Anakin to kill them as well, or introduce them to the darkness that had taken him. Your son passed with Padme. Obi-Wan said if he could help it, Anakin would never know of the existence of his two children, would never get his hands on them - they would grow up away from this.
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The invisible hand gripping Obi-wan seemed to suddenly exert crushing force around his neck. The grip tightened or loosened in relation to the motion of his mechanical arm, which was now outstretched in his former master's direction. This was not masery over the force, this was pure and primal power. He'd always had a lot of raw power locked up inside of him. Through discipline and knowledge, he had learned to control himself. All of that control was gone now. Anakin was consumed with rage, grief, and a tiny bit of jealousy. You lie! His eyes were pure blood red now. I can feel it... He hissed, referring to the bond of master nad apprentice through which their emotions still flowed. He couldn't tell for sure that Obi-wan was lieing, but he seemed unwilling to believe the falsehood fed to him. The medi-droids said that the child was healthy just days before she joined me on Mustufar! Even if Padme died in labor, the child would have survived. I know you would have done everything in your power to ensure either Padme or the child suvived. You will tell me where my son is, my foolish former master. That invisible iron grip on Obi-wan's neck tightened harder then ever before and then suddenly loosened enough to allow him just enough leverage to speak. Should his former master try to raise his lightsaber, Anakin's other arm already head his humming blade upright, ready to battle. The way he was looking at him, left some doubt that he could actually kill his master. Obi-Wan had shown him mercy on Mustafar. If what he said was true, the jedi master was the last of his beloved close ones remaining. In his mind, he had gathered all of this power to protect Padme, to protect his unborn son, and even to protect his own master. Could he strike Obi-wan down? I don't want to kill you, Obi-wan. I want you by my side. You can still make the right choice. The jedi are gone...you're the last of a dieing breed now. We could be comrades again, if only you would listen to reason. Everything I have done, I did out of love and for justice. Not for democracy. Never for democracy. Anakin had never been a firm belilever in the replublic.
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Obi-Wan let out a small gasp - it was the only sound of discomfort that had escaped him so far despite the rough treatment he had already endured, and this one had only come because now the very breath was being crushed from him. The grip on his throat was steely, painful, and breath wouldn't enter or exit his lungs anymore. Just as his vision began to swim from the even tighter grip, Anakin released enough for him to take in a rasping, tinny breath, Padme was healthy just days before Mustufar as well, Obi-Wan managed, and despite the fact he was being strangled, there was still that same stubborn calmness to his voice, the same resistance to anger or hatred or anything too passionate - but his eyes burned, a green fire that contrasted Anakin's red one. My powers can only do so much, Anakin, I couldn't save them. he said, stubbornly holding to it he couldn't give away anything. Master Yoda had explained to him, the Anakin of before would have wanted Obi-Wan to do what he had to in order to protect the children - in this case, hiding them away from their father would keep them safe, unharmed. Held for too long now, the world began to fade around the edges for Kenobi, so he finally did what he had been resisting doing he fought back, using the Force to impact Anakin, to push him to the wall in a sudden, powerful burst, and it was enough for the Jedi to be released. He dropped to the ground, but he didn't take a moment to compose himself the way anyone else would have - instead, he immediately rose to his feet, always testing his boundaries - Qui-Gon had once said it would be his drive that would kill him. Perhaps, though, it would be his former apprentice. His lightsabre buzzed to life, a blue glow in an otherwise darkened room, Mass murder - the Jedi - you culled them Anakin, like animals. Even the children - Obi Wan said, his voice hitching uncharacteristically, just for a moment, What justice is there in what you've done? The Empire has set a precident, Anakin, and will only continue to kill - mindless death, with you at the centre of it all. You've become his puppet.
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Anakin was at a loss. Padme was gone and apperently so was his unborn child, or so Obi-wan wanted him to believe. He wasn't ready to accept that his son had died along with Padme. No, he knew Obi-wan all too well. The baby's death hadn't been fortold in his nightmares. He could always hear a healthy newborn cry in his dreams... Clearly the true events of that day were known only to his former master. Obi-wan Kenobi, the man her loved first as a father, a brother, and more recently as a lover. There had been times during missions, when they were huddled together for warmth in cold places, when there seemed only a tiny speck of hope that they would survive this mission during those times, he had felt the love each felt for each other grow and swell through the force. It was never spoken, for love was against a code, but it was always there. No matter how cold and impassive his master could be, it was there. Desperate for affection, for understanding, he turned to Padme and rekindled his love for her. Everything he had done, he'd done for the two of them. For Padme and Obi-wan. His quest for power had come to an end too late. He hadn't been able to save Padme, but...perhaps he could save his mentor. He was thrown back against a wall, his back colliding with the hard stone with an audible crack before he slid to the ground. The suddenness of the act, when Obi-wan had been so passive up until now, startled him. His thoughts had thrown him off track. A new goal had been set. Save Obi-wan from himself, from his blind beliefs in a system that had long ago failed. His eyes were blazing as he picked himself up off his feet and gripped his lightsaber tightly. You've never understood me master, so why would I expect you to understand my motives now? The Republic was an old and decrepit system many years before either of us were born. You've seen yourself the injustice....the endless bickering in courts and Senate until whole planets and life systems were wiped out. Well, no longer. A new and better way has been born from the ashes and blood of the old. I see now the path before me.... I will not kill you master. I will save you...from yourself. With that being said, he attacked. What followed was a flourish of lightsabers, a deadly dance of death in which Anakin had the upperhand. He knew all of his master's moves through the numerous sparring sessions that had engaged in. His new powers, brute strength, intensity, as well as his own youthfulness made him a force to be reckoned with. He didn't seek to kill or even to mortally maim, all of his blows were aimed at disabling Obi-wan's weapon.
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Anakin wore only a pair of loose black pants, sitting comfortably in a meditative stand with his legs crossed and seemingly completely unaware of the neutralized jedi's awakened presence. Oh, on some level he was very much aware. He was simply giving his former master time to realize and come to terms with his predicament. The Coruscant sun rose slowly in the sky, sending beams of pure sunlight streaming through the window behind the meditating Sith. His figure appeared to be shining for a few moments, covered in the light filtering in from the window. How utterly ironic. He was the darkest thing in this bright room. After a few minutes passed, he drew in several deep and calming breaths. His yellow and red tinged eyes flew open and a smile graced his face. It was a boyish smile, not unlike the many he had given his master over the years as his braided apprentice. I have a new name now. It's Lord Vader....but you can call me Anakin when it's just the two of us. He said passively, acting as if nothing at all had changed between the two of them. As if they weren't at war with one another. No doubt you've discovered your current condition. I am deeply sorry, Obi-wan. I didn't want to do it, but you left me with no choice and this was the only way I could justify sparing your life. If you cooperate, I can have you restored to your full power in very little time. Like a child waving a chocolate bar infront of a starving orphan's face. This is my home. You're free to move around and explore it. He stood slowly, stretching out his arms to work out any cramps he had gathered during his meditation. Anakin had grown from a scrawny slave boy into a very fit and very handsome warrior. His sun kissed skin seemed to shimmer in the sunlight. It was only the darkness in his eyes and the general dangerous aura surrounding him that marked him as a sith. The Emperor is aware of your existence. He urged me to finish you, but I stood up for you. I have plans for you...and from now on you can consider your self my apprentice . He finished with a knowing grin. Oh how the tables had turned and twisted when Anakin became the master and Obi-wan the pupil. I will break you of your prescious code and remake you.
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The difference between the two men was obvious where Anakin was sleek, precisely groomed and all lean and attractive muscle, Obi-Wan was ragged-looking, unshaven and looking just a little too thin and scarred these days, built of muscle that was made from years of excessive use. It was the indication of two painfully different lifestyles. Where Anakin had been living outside the code, he had taken to more luxuries than he had had been given back in his life on Tatooine, it had left him looking more lustrous despite the prosthetic arm - Obi-Wan, however, had continued to live the minimalist life that Jedi were raised with, and it had resulted in a much rougher appearance. He listened to Anakin, silent as the other man spoke, but there was no visible response from Obi-Wan, beyond a characteristic lofting of an eyebrow - expressions were a rare thing for Kenobi, and only the harshest situations gained a true physical reaction from him. This, of course, was a worst-case scenario, but the coldness of his particular Jedi training hadn't left him, creating a startling contrast of his calmness against Anakin's heated gaze. I will not acquiesce. Obi-Wan said simply there was no challenge in his voice, no dare, but a simple statement of fact. He was on his feet now, taking a few steps to get his muscles working again, to assess his body and any damage - a spot on his shoulder ached furiously, the pain of a recent surgical procedure. A glance to the windows told him they were still in Coruscant - it was the only blessing in what was currently a bleak situation - but all things could be endured. There is nothing for you to gain, keeping me here. Obi-Wan reasoned, peering out at the sunlight and it hit the golds in his hair and the green in his eyes, lit him up the way it had lit Anakin. There was youth in Obi-Wan Kenobi still, a young man beneath the robes and the rules, but life had created age in his eyes and left him looking tired - moreso, after the losses. He peered over at Anakin when the younger man offered a smile that had nothing to do with what smiles normally meant this was something dark and cruel, and Obi-Wan regarded him coolly. Jedi are peace-keepers - we settled wars, stopped them, we were meant to be mediators. Your Empire has created a new war entirely, renewed the terror - instead of serving the people, you've sought to wield power over them. He turned fully to face him the dark robes looked strange on Obi-Wan, who had never worn anything but the neutrals of a Jedi, You've strayed so far from the path, Anakin. he said, But you can still turn back - you needn't dwell in your own darkness to enact change in this galaxy.
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Anakin didn't seem too put out by his former comrade's lack of enthusiasm for his current position. It certainly wouldn't be like Obi-wan to enjoy his current position or show a sliver of emotion. He was, essentially, caged without the reality of iron bars. Both he and the boy formally known as Lord Vader, knew this. You'll notice that I didn't ask. I stated a fact. His handsome face, smooth and angular except for a scar around one of his eyes, darkened ever so slightly. Would it kill him to be grateful? It was only Anakin's influence that had kept Obi-wan alive. He'd driven a hard bargain with the Emporer, but then again he hadn't been expecting any thanks for his mercy. His dark look disappeared for a few moments as he watched in utter fascination as his former master came near the window, the light shining in made him looke ten years younger. He decided one of his first actions would be to ensure that awful beard was shaved off. He'd never liked it to begin,but at the time his master had begun growing it, there was nothing he could do about it. Vader took a few steps forward until his taller and leaner frame stood mere inches from the jedi whose back was to him. He could see that the familar sunrise put Obi-wan to ease. He took advantage of that small moment to wrap an arm around Obi and yank him back against his bare chest. He stood there, simply locking his new apprentice in place, content to breath in Obi-wan's scent, feel the warmth of his body. It had been a horrid experience for him these last few days and it was clear from the way he held the smaller man that he was still deeply mourning Padme. Atleast that was one of the many reasons that lead him to cling to his beloved Obi-wan. I cannot lose you. I've lost everyone and everything else....but not you. You'll stay here with me and in time you will come to see things my way. I promise you this. His words were laced with raw emotion and if Obi-wan had the ability to feel through the force, which he didn't, he would find Anakin radiating with pain, hope, sadness, and love. Eventually he pulled away, rather sharply at the harsh words dealt to him. In an instant his face twisted into an enraged expression. You will not speak of the old ways! I forbid it! I do not want to hear of it. The jedi are dead and gone. That is all there is to it. If the empire is as horrible as you say, then tell me why no one is opposing it? There have been no further incidents since I 'cultivated' the temple as you so delicately put it. Everyone was all too happy to abandon the Replublic! There are no rebel fractions, Obi-wan. You alone are resisting the new order.