Update
Ok another chapter. I will warn you, there is HOMOSEXUALITY IN THIS CHAPTER. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY SUCH THINGS! If you are, you can go HERE to read the "safe version" without the slash.
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Chapter 6
Mustafar
An hour later, the ship was docked at another port on Mustafar, Andrian’s astronomech droid, R2-B6, was almost finished repairing the ship, and Anakin was resting while Obi-wan searched for food and medical supplies. Anakin slept peacefully in a Jedi healing trance. The arrival of Obi-wan had brought some sense into his distorted world, and calmed him to the point where he could allow the Force to sustain him.
His eyes fluttered open as he sensed the arrival of Obi-wan.
“How are you feeling?” Obi-wan asked gently.
Anakin’s voice was gentler than before, healthier. “I’m fine, master. I’d like to know what’s going on, though.” He smiled weakly.
Obi-wan explained everything that Qui-gon had told him, omitting the news about Padmé and Darth Vader.
“What’s the last thing you remember before you were pulled to Mustafar, Anakin?” Obi-wan asked, opening a container of water and handing it to Anakin.
“We were above Coruscant, on our way to rescue Chancellor Palpatine from General Grievous.”
Obi-wan hung his head. He still believed Palpatine to be a good man, and he couldn’t have known that Padmé was pregnant...had been pregnant, he corrected himself. While fighting in the Clone Wars, Anakin was completely cut off from Padmé, so she must have told him after he returned…after rescuing Palpatine.
Obi-wan took a deep breath. “Anakin, I’m not sure what I should tell you. The events you described happened almost 2 months ago, but I’m not sure how your knowledge of the future, your future would affect the timeline. I will tell you that Palpatine’s rescue was successful, though, but I’m not sure what else I should say.”
“I understand, master.” Anakin said, nodding his head. Obi-wan’s heart ached. If only he knew what information he was being denied.
“You don’t need to deny him anything, Obi-wan.”
Anakin and Obi-wan both turned around to see the spirit of Qui-gon stand up from the captain’s chair and head towards them. Obi-wan relaxed visibly, though Anakin was completely speechless.
“Master Qui-gon, sir.” Anakin whispered, referring to the Jedi as he had when he had been a young boy.
Qui-gon smiled warmly. “Anakin, you have fulfilled all hopes I had of you, thanks, in a great part, to Obi-wan.”
“Is something wrong, master?” Obi-wan finally said.
“Only that which I have already told you. Time has been corrupted and you and Anakin must repair the damage.”
“How?” Anakin asked - his brow furrowing.
“You will need to stop the Sith from making their first trip through time.”
“We killed the Sith, master.” Obi-wan said simply.
“You killed him at the end of his journey. You need to stop him from ever making that journey in the first place.”
“You want us to travel back and stop him in the past.” Anakin said.
“Yes. You will need to steal the time ship.”
“Where is it?” Obi-wan asked.
Qui-gon smiled. “It is on Tatooine, hidden on the outskirts of the city of Mos Eisley.” With that, the image of Qui-gon faded, leaving Obi-wan and Anakin in silence.
“You need to rest, Anakin,” Obi-wan said. “The ship is almost repaired so I’ll begin the system’s check.” He headed to the cockpit and began the diagnostic check. His mind reeled. Time travel. Tatooine. Anakin. His mind lurched to a stop.
Anakin.
If they succeeded in stopping Andrian’s initial flight, everything would go back to the way it was. This meant that he would lose Anakin.
3000 years earlier - location unknown
Andrian surveyed the completed craft. “She truly is a masterpiece,” he said to the tall man to his left.
“I must warn you, my lord.” The man began, his voice confident, but hesitant. “Time has never been managed in this manner. There could be side effects we never predicted.”
“I am unafraid. The ability to control Time is merely another facet of the ability to control the Force. The task will be an easy one for the Sith.”
“As you say, my lord. Still, in the event of a miscalculation, we did install a redundancy circuit in the Temporal drive. If the ship crosses paths with itself, that is, it travels to a time in which it already exists, the circuit will kick in and disallow the time jump. This will allow for you to avoid paradoxes, which would negate everything you did, sending everything back to the way it was.”
Andrian’s eyes flashed. “Do you think I am unable to think? Do you feel that I am unqualified for this? My master told me I was a selfish fool to think that I could attain the level of power that I craved. I killed him for that one. Do you understand?”
The scientists’ eyes sank, filling with dread. “I m-meant no disrespect, my lord.”
“Deactivate the circuit. I need to net to catch me for I will never fall.” Andrian took a step towards the terrified scientist and lifted his hand.
The scientist pulled a device from his coat pocket and quickly punched in a sequence, rendering the redundancy chip inactive. Andrian continued to advance, his hand pointed at the scientist.
“You are not the master of me. You are my servant. You should now consider it the greatest of honors that you receive the same fate as my own master did.”
The scientist’s body was enveloped in a web of blue lighting. The device fell from his hand and clattered to the metal flooring, as his body slumped to the ground.
Hatred poured from Andrian’s fingertips as he slowly extinguished the life from the ill-fated scientist.
It took him a whole hour to die.
3000 years later - in orbit of Tatooine
“I am picking up a strange signature here,” he said pointing to the screen depicting a wire model of Mos Eisley. Anakin was next to him.
“What does the computer say, master?” Anakin said, looking more at Obi-wan than the harsh light of the viewer.
“It says it’s a planetary weather monitor, but that can’t be right. Tatooine has no weather altering systems. And the only thing that would give out the same amount of power as a weather monitor would be something like-”
“- A time ship.” Anakin said, finishing Obi-wan’s sentence.
“Exactly.” Obi-wan responded, looking up at Anakin, whose face was strangely lit in the darkened cockpit. His eyes were alert and bright and his face had returned to its former warmth. Its former softness.
Something clicked in Obi-wan’s mind. He leaned closer to Anakin, his heart rate rising. Anakin sensed what he was doing but made no attempt to back away. Their lips met briefly before Obi-wan pulled away from Anakin violently.
“I’m sorry, Anakin. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Obi-wan said, his face going scarlet, though Anakin could not see it in the strange light of the cockpit.
Anakin turned to face forward and said nothing, his face, betraying nothing. Obi-wan’s heart was pounding furiously. Surely Anakin could hear it.
Obi-wan cursed himself inwardly. He only was going to have Anakin for as long as the mission lasted. He couldn’t afford to drive him away with his own personal feelings. Anakin’s heart belonged to Padmé and Obi-wan must not interfere with that.
“Let’s go get that ship.” Obi-wan said in a clipped tone as the ship began its descent into the atmosphere of the planet where they had first met. The planet of fate and chance meetings. Meetings which changed the fate of the Galaxy, and now the fate of Time itself.
For those of you that enjoy the thought of these two together (Ani/Obi), then click the link below.
Chapter 6
Mustafar
An hour later, the ship was docked at another port on Mustafar, Andrian’s astronomech droid, R2-B6, was almost finished repairing the ship, and Anakin was resting while Obi-wan searched for food and medical supplies. Anakin slept peacefully in a Jedi healing trance. The arrival of Obi-wan had brought some sense into his distorted world, and calmed him to the point where he could allow the Force to sustain him.
His eyes fluttered open as he sensed the arrival of Obi-wan.
“How are you feeling?” Obi-wan asked gently.
Anakin’s voice was gentler than before, healthier. “I’m fine, master. I’d like to know what’s going on, though.” He smiled weakly.
Obi-wan explained everything that Qui-gon had told him, omitting the news about Padmé and Darth Vader.
“What’s the last thing you remember before you were pulled to Mustafar, Anakin?” Obi-wan asked, opening a container of water and handing it to Anakin.
“We were above Coruscant, on our way to rescue Chancellor Palpatine from General Grievous.”
Obi-wan hung his head. He still believed Palpatine to be a good man, and he couldn’t have known that Padmé was pregnant...had been pregnant, he corrected himself. While fighting in the Clone Wars, Anakin was completely cut off from Padmé, so she must have told him after he returned…after rescuing Palpatine.
Obi-wan took a deep breath. “Anakin, I’m not sure what I should tell you. The events you described happened almost 2 months ago, but I’m not sure how your knowledge of the future, your future would affect the timeline. I will tell you that Palpatine’s rescue was successful, though, but I’m not sure what else I should say.”
“I understand, master.” Anakin said, nodding his head. Obi-wan’s heart ached. If only he knew what information he was being denied.
“You don’t need to deny him anything, Obi-wan.”
Anakin and Obi-wan both turned around to see the spirit of Qui-gon stand up from the captain’s chair and head towards them. Obi-wan relaxed visibly, though Anakin was completely speechless.
“Master Qui-gon, sir.” Anakin whispered, referring to the Jedi as he had when he had been a young boy.
Qui-gon smiled warmly. “Anakin, you have fulfilled all hopes I had of you, thanks, in a great part, to Obi-wan.”
“Is something wrong, master?” Obi-wan finally said.
“Only that which I have already told you. Time has been corrupted and you and Anakin must repair the damage.”
“How?” Anakin asked - his brow furrowing.
“You will need to stop the Sith from making their first trip through time.”
“We killed the Sith, master.” Obi-wan said simply.
“You killed him at the end of his journey. You need to stop him from ever making that journey in the first place.”
“You want us to travel back and stop him in the past.” Anakin said.
“Yes. You will need to steal the time ship.”
“Where is it?” Obi-wan asked.
Qui-gon smiled. “It is on Tatooine, hidden on the outskirts of the city of Mos Eisley.” With that, the image of Qui-gon faded, leaving Obi-wan and Anakin in silence.
“You need to rest, Anakin,” Obi-wan said. “The ship is almost repaired so I’ll begin the system’s check.” He headed to the cockpit and began the diagnostic check. His mind reeled. Time travel. Tatooine. Anakin. His mind lurched to a stop.
Anakin.
If they succeeded in stopping Andrian’s initial flight, everything would go back to the way it was. This meant that he would lose Anakin.
3000 years earlier - location unknown
Andrian surveyed the completed craft. “She truly is a masterpiece,” he said to the tall man to his left.
“I must warn you, my lord.” The man began, his voice confident, but hesitant. “Time has never been managed in this manner. There could be side effects we never predicted.”
“I am unafraid. The ability to control Time is merely another facet of the ability to control the Force. The task will be an easy one for the Sith.”
“As you say, my lord. Still, in the event of a miscalculation, we did install a redundancy circuit in the Temporal drive. If the ship crosses paths with itself, that is, it travels to a time in which it already exists, the circuit will kick in and disallow the time jump. This will allow for you to avoid paradoxes, which would negate everything you did, sending everything back to the way it was.”
Andrian’s eyes flashed. “Do you think I am unable to think? Do you feel that I am unqualified for this? My master told me I was a selfish fool to think that I could attain the level of power that I craved. I killed him for that one. Do you understand?”
The scientists’ eyes sank, filling with dread. “I m-meant no disrespect, my lord.”
“Deactivate the circuit. I need to net to catch me for I will never fall.” Andrian took a step towards the terrified scientist and lifted his hand.
The scientist pulled a device from his coat pocket and quickly punched in a sequence, rendering the redundancy chip inactive. Andrian continued to advance, his hand pointed at the scientist.
“You are not the master of me. You are my servant. You should now consider it the greatest of honors that you receive the same fate as my own master did.”
The scientist’s body was enveloped in a web of blue lighting. The device fell from his hand and clattered to the metal flooring, as his body slumped to the ground.
Hatred poured from Andrian’s fingertips as he slowly extinguished the life from the ill-fated scientist.
It took him a whole hour to die.
3000 years later - in orbit of Tatooine
“I am picking up a strange signature here,” he said pointing to the screen depicting a wire model of Mos Eisley. Anakin was next to him.
“What does the computer say, master?” Anakin said, looking more at Obi-wan than the harsh light of the viewer.
“It says it’s a planetary weather monitor, but that can’t be right. Tatooine has no weather altering systems. And the only thing that would give out the same amount of power as a weather monitor would be something like-”
“- A time ship.” Anakin said, finishing Obi-wan’s sentence.
“Exactly.” Obi-wan responded, looking up at Anakin, whose face was strangely lit in the darkened cockpit. His eyes were alert and bright and his face had returned to its former warmth. Its former softness.
Something clicked in Obi-wan’s mind. He leaned closer to Anakin, his heart rate rising. Anakin sensed what he was doing but made no attempt to back away. Their lips met briefly before Obi-wan pulled away from Anakin violently.
“I’m sorry, Anakin. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Obi-wan said, his face going scarlet, though Anakin could not see it in the strange light of the cockpit.
Anakin turned to face forward and said nothing, his face, betraying nothing. Obi-wan’s heart was pounding furiously. Surely Anakin could hear it.
Obi-wan cursed himself inwardly. He only was going to have Anakin for as long as the mission lasted. He couldn’t afford to drive him away with his own personal feelings. Anakin’s heart belonged to Padmé and Obi-wan must not interfere with that.
“Let’s go get that ship.” Obi-wan said in a clipped tone as the ship began its descent into the atmosphere of the planet where they had first met. The planet of fate and chance meetings. Meetings which changed the fate of the Galaxy, and now the fate of Time itself.