002 ☆ nightmare!video/action in Traverse Town
[At first, the dream didn't start off any differently. Ever since he'd been told about the fate of the Jedi Order and how the Sith ruled the galaxy, Obi-Wan has been plagued with terrible dreams. This one would be no different; he'd wake up in cold sweat and meditate on what he saw. Or so he thought. He runs through the corridors of the Jedi Temple at top speed. It's dark, utterly silent, and not even the sound of speeders zooming past outside breaches the walls. Lifeless. He reaches the top, urgent and deeply unsettled. Something doesn't feel right. Every alarm in the back of his mind is going off, but he barrels through the door.
The similarities end there.
Before, the Jedi Council room had been empty. It had only ever been occupied by a black-hooded figure, face obscured by shadow, with a red lightsaber in hand. A Sith. No, Darth Vader-- that terrible being that started all of this. This time, when Obi-Wan barges through those doors, he's held back by an impenetrable Force barrier. The Jedi Council is seated on the other side, with Qui-Gon and little Anakin in the middle. He vaguely wonders why he can't get through-- and then the roof begins to disintegrate. Why don't they notice? His breathing quickens.
Out of nowhere, that Sith rains down from the open sky, massacring the Jedi Council, the boy, Qui-Gon. Obi-Wan screams, trying to break through the barrier with everything in his mind and body, but to no avail. Not until the Sith finally turns to him, standing among the fallen bodies with a laugh with as much bite and iciness as a snowstorm, that the barrier finally diminishes.]
You're next, Jedi, along with this entire galaxy!
[In spite of all of his training, Obi-Wan can't quell the feeling of utter fury and pain ripping through his heart and he lets it propel him forward. Lightsaber drawn, he clashes mightily with the Sith, the blades crackling and sizzling furiously. The bodies around them vanish into dust, leaving the council room as their battleground as they spin and slash and flip around the room.
His opponent is powerful, and all it takes it one small mistake to give him an opening. An invisible vice-like grip is suddenly around Obi-Wan's throat, lifting him into the air. His only saving grace, at the moment, is his own will fighting against the Sith's.
It can't end this way-- he won't let it.]