I Will Do What I Must
Fandom: Star Wars
Title: I Will Do What I Must
Pairings/Characters: Obi-Wan, references to Anakin/Padme
Rating: PG
Warnings: RotS spoilers. [*scoff*]
Summary: Obi-Wan, having learned of Anakin's betrayal and being commissioned by Yoda to seek 'Lord Vader' and destroy him, contemplates everything that has happened as he heads to Padme's apartment.
A/N: For lightofjudah
Now, Lord Vader, go and bring peace to the Empire.
The images from the security recordings plagued Obi-Wan’s thoughts as he made his way quickly through the corridors of the Jedi Temple, doing his best to avert his eyes from the bodies that were strewn across the cold floor. He had not stood witness to the struggle, but as he strode past the lifeless younglings and fellow Jedi, he could hear their sobs and screams sounding clearly within his thoughts, echoes that served as vestiges of lives that had been ripped away so suddenly.
Anakin had done this.
Obi-Wan’s body trembled, whether it was from anger or despair, he did not know. He was devoting all his energy to controlling his emotions. It was difficult, but necessary. He tried to fight the feeling of self-reproach that threatened to consume him. He thought regretfully of his arrogance in taking on Anakin as a Padawan, when he had none of the required wisdom or experience. Perhaps, had Yoda been his master, Anakin might have been better trained to control his passion and anger, and would have better overcome the internal struggles he had faced for so many years.
He still could not accept that all this was happening. It seemed that in mere moments, the entire galaxy had turned upside down. Everything he had known was gone. He searched inside himself but could not find anything to ease his pain, nothing to reassure himself that the Republic could recover. The Jedi Order had been effectively wiped out, and Palpatine had established a clad iron grip on what was now the Galactic Empire, with little or no protest from the Senate, the majority of which seemed blind to the Sith Lord’s true agenda. Worst of all, it seemed that in the midst of it all Anakin had been lost forever.
Obi-Wan was overcome with grief, disappointment, emptiness and deep sadness - feelings he had not known since the death of Qui-Gonn, and even then, it was incomparable to the magnitude of what he felt now. He knew it was true, he had witnessed evidence of Anakin’s dark deeds, of his betrayal; yet he could not bring himself to accept it. Yes, Anakin had been arrogant, temperamental, and more opinionated than a Jedi should be, but he was also powerful, compassionate and true, with a great potential for wisdom. He had a pure heart. Palpatine had used his confusion and youth against him, and changed Anakin into something he should never have become. The young man Obi-Wan had trained was gone. He had vanished.
Twisted by the dark side. Consumed by Darth Vader.
The emotionally weary and physically exhausted Jedi Master found his way onto the landing platform and climbed into a yellow Galactic Speeder. As he took off towards the unusually still city, he caught a glimpse of the smoke that still rose from the temple, climbing higher than even the center spire. Quickly, he turned his view from the smoldering edifice and looked straight out towards his destination, guilt creeping into his thoughts as he remembered what he was to do. He tried to push it away, telling himself that there was no other option. Padme was the only one who might hold a clue as to where Anakin had been sent. She was the only to whom he might remain loyal.
And so he would ask her to betray the man she loves. He would ask her to commit the very act that Anakin was being condemned for.
But this was different, he told himself weakly. Anakin was a threat to everything Padme held dear. He was a danger to the Republic, to liberty and democracy. He had destroyed the Jedi, murdered younglings. The man he had become was certainly not the man she had fallen in love with. Obi-Wan hoped desperately that she would see this before it was too late. He hoped even more desperately that he could bring himself to see it, too. For in his heart, Obi-Wan still longed to cast light on Palpatine’s motives and redeem Anakin from his dark fate. The concept of a battle between himself and his own apprentice was one impossible to grasp.
Obi-Wan landed outside Padme’s apartment, and closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath as he attempted to settle his emotions.
Be mindful of your feelings.
Never could Obi-Wan have predicted he would be so close to the heart of such turmoil. There were very few options. Padme was dear to him, and he did not want to ask her to betray her love. Nor did he want to battle Anakin, whom he had loved as a brother. But it was what needed to be done. And he would do what he must.
Title: I Will Do What I Must
Pairings/Characters: Obi-Wan, references to Anakin/Padme
Rating: PG
Warnings: RotS spoilers. [*scoff*]
Summary: Obi-Wan, having learned of Anakin's betrayal and being commissioned by Yoda to seek 'Lord Vader' and destroy him, contemplates everything that has happened as he heads to Padme's apartment.
A/N: For lightofjudah
Now, Lord Vader, go and bring peace to the Empire.
The images from the security recordings plagued Obi-Wan’s thoughts as he made his way quickly through the corridors of the Jedi Temple, doing his best to avert his eyes from the bodies that were strewn across the cold floor. He had not stood witness to the struggle, but as he strode past the lifeless younglings and fellow Jedi, he could hear their sobs and screams sounding clearly within his thoughts, echoes that served as vestiges of lives that had been ripped away so suddenly.
Anakin had done this.
Obi-Wan’s body trembled, whether it was from anger or despair, he did not know. He was devoting all his energy to controlling his emotions. It was difficult, but necessary. He tried to fight the feeling of self-reproach that threatened to consume him. He thought regretfully of his arrogance in taking on Anakin as a Padawan, when he had none of the required wisdom or experience. Perhaps, had Yoda been his master, Anakin might have been better trained to control his passion and anger, and would have better overcome the internal struggles he had faced for so many years.
He still could not accept that all this was happening. It seemed that in mere moments, the entire galaxy had turned upside down. Everything he had known was gone. He searched inside himself but could not find anything to ease his pain, nothing to reassure himself that the Republic could recover. The Jedi Order had been effectively wiped out, and Palpatine had established a clad iron grip on what was now the Galactic Empire, with little or no protest from the Senate, the majority of which seemed blind to the Sith Lord’s true agenda. Worst of all, it seemed that in the midst of it all Anakin had been lost forever.
Obi-Wan was overcome with grief, disappointment, emptiness and deep sadness - feelings he had not known since the death of Qui-Gonn, and even then, it was incomparable to the magnitude of what he felt now. He knew it was true, he had witnessed evidence of Anakin’s dark deeds, of his betrayal; yet he could not bring himself to accept it. Yes, Anakin had been arrogant, temperamental, and more opinionated than a Jedi should be, but he was also powerful, compassionate and true, with a great potential for wisdom. He had a pure heart. Palpatine had used his confusion and youth against him, and changed Anakin into something he should never have become. The young man Obi-Wan had trained was gone. He had vanished.
Twisted by the dark side. Consumed by Darth Vader.
The emotionally weary and physically exhausted Jedi Master found his way onto the landing platform and climbed into a yellow Galactic Speeder. As he took off towards the unusually still city, he caught a glimpse of the smoke that still rose from the temple, climbing higher than even the center spire. Quickly, he turned his view from the smoldering edifice and looked straight out towards his destination, guilt creeping into his thoughts as he remembered what he was to do. He tried to push it away, telling himself that there was no other option. Padme was the only one who might hold a clue as to where Anakin had been sent. She was the only to whom he might remain loyal.
And so he would ask her to betray the man she loves. He would ask her to commit the very act that Anakin was being condemned for.
But this was different, he told himself weakly. Anakin was a threat to everything Padme held dear. He was a danger to the Republic, to liberty and democracy. He had destroyed the Jedi, murdered younglings. The man he had become was certainly not the man she had fallen in love with. Obi-Wan hoped desperately that she would see this before it was too late. He hoped even more desperately that he could bring himself to see it, too. For in his heart, Obi-Wan still longed to cast light on Palpatine’s motives and redeem Anakin from his dark fate. The concept of a battle between himself and his own apprentice was one impossible to grasp.
Obi-Wan landed outside Padme’s apartment, and closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath as he attempted to settle his emotions.
Be mindful of your feelings.
Never could Obi-Wan have predicted he would be so close to the heart of such turmoil. There were very few options. Padme was dear to him, and he did not want to ask her to betray her love. Nor did he want to battle Anakin, whom he had loved as a brother. But it was what needed to be done. And he would do what he must.