we need Sith Obi-wan

anonymous asked:

I love all of your stories-especially NotByChoice! They are well written and thought out. I really like that with NotByChoice, the Jedi Council accepts that Obi-wan did not choose to fall, and is doing his best to stay balanced. Out of curiosity, do Sith holocrons now register Obi-wan as a Sith, and if so, is that how they end up tracking down the Black Library? I look forward to more!

Dark hands were carefully settled on his throat, Obi-Wan’s head tipped lightly back and his eyes half lidded as Mace carefully prodded at the scar beneath his chin. “Does it hurt?”

“No. Whatever else the ritual did, it at least healed the wound properly.” Obi-Wan offered quietly. “It does feel tight, like scar tissue usually does but doesn’t hamper my vocal cords or airways.” He sighed a bit and then closed his eyes fully when Mace brought healing Force to soften the tissue ever so carefully. “…Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. I don’t like seeing you in pain.” The Korun let his hands linger a bit before dropping them to his lap, waiting for Obi-Wan to focus on him. “Plo may have found something to help us locate the Black library, or so he thinks but he can’t open it to make sure.”

“Oh?” Obi-Wan shifted, leaning closer with his honey colored eyes glittering with sudden emotions. Need and desperation was foremost that brushed against Mace.

“Yes, a sith holocron. He suspects it to be the apprentice of Darth Oolaga, if anyone knew the orbit of the comet, it would be them.”

Obi-Wan blinked at that before laughing quietly and nodding. “Yes, of course…but if he can’t open it, how ar-oh.” He blinked at Mace uncomfortable expression. “You’re hoping I can.”

“You…Obi-Wan, you are fallen, we’re hopeful that you can unlock the sith holocron and that we don’t need an actual sith for it. If we can get it open, then we may get the information.”

The copper haired Jedi, for he would always be a Jedi in Mace eyes, looked away, his expression twisting with a small grimace.

It made Mace heart throb with pain as he reached out without though, tucking silken strands of hair behind the others ear with tender fingers. The tender touch made Obi-Wan close his eyes before he shifted closer to him, resting his forehead against Mace shoulder. “I’m so scared…” He whispered.

“It will be alright Obi-Wan. I know it will alright.” Mace whispered into his ear, letting the other curl against him as he wrapped his arms around the smaller body.

“How can it be? I’m a karking mess, I go from anger to sadness to despair to rage in seconds.” Obi-Wan’s voice got louder as he did indeed get angry.

“It will be alright because we’re not going to let this consume you. We aren’t going to let Dooku and Ventress win.” Mace said seriously, pulling Obi-Wan fully into his lap and holding him as tightly as he could.

For a moment he hesitated but it was only him and Obi-Wan in the apartment, no Yoda to interrupt and nothing that needed tending. He shifted to cup the back of the Fallen Jedi’s head and tilt it back when someone knocked sharply on the door.

Obi-Wan jerked a bit then sighed. “Anakin’s here. He must have fixed the droids again.” He muttered, sliding out of Mace lap with reluctance.

‘How is it that even now, the galaxy wants to interrupt me…’ Mace grumbled mentally as he watched the other go.

“Anakin, wha-”

“Ventress and Dooku escaped!”

“KARK!”

()()()

“It is unfortunate that the Jedi Order was unable to keep the Count and his apprentice under lock and key.” Palpatine offered calmly as he stirred some sugar into his caf, pretending not to see Skywalker’s shoulders slump and the other two council members bristle at the veiled accusation.

However the last Jedi…

Kenobi wasn’t looking away from him.

Yellow eyes were focused on him with startling clarity and for a moment he feared that the other could look past the sith alchemy he used to hide his own state.

“Yes.” Billaba offered with more calm then her tense shoulders indicated she had. “Its most unfortunate. We will of course do everything to recapture him your excellency.”

“Of course, the Jedi order serves after all.” He smiled at them over his cup even as Anakin perked up like a praised pup, his eyes hopeful. Well, he’d have to train that out of his apprentice when the time came. Such a display of emotion was useful now since it allowed Palpatine to manipulate them but it would be less useful when the man was his apprentice.

There was several platitudes after that exchanged, each one seemed to perk Skywalker up, making him look eager and hopeful.

Yet Kenobi didn’t as much as blink, unsettling amber focused on him through the entire thing. It was a blank stare as darkness rolled through the office, slightly oppressive and Palpatine wondered if he could have a set, both Master and apprentice as his. He’d never thought he’d see a fallen Kenobi but he was…

Oh he was magnificent.

Perhaps he could have both as his enforcers.

Yes. Yes, Darth Vader and Dart Ravage…oh that sounded good. He took a sip and bowed his head gracefully to the Jedi as they bowed to excuse themselves back to the temple.

()()()

“Obi-Wan, I know you’re fallen but you were really rude back at the Senate. We need that man on our si-”

“He’s the Sith.”

Obi-Wan didn’t stop walking even as the three other froze before Anakin ran to catch up to him. “WHAT?”

“He’s the sith. He can sit there all he wants Anakin, like a spider in his net and pull his strings but I can see him now.” He twisted his lips and looked at the other. “He’s hiding beneath some kind of sith alchemy but our darling supreme chancellor, your friend, is a karking sith Anakin. So excuse me, I have some research to do.”

“Obi-Wan, listen to yourself, you ca-”

“Who benefited from Amidala calling a vote of no confidence in Finis before Naboo. Who’s pulling on the Jedi’s rights and making our jobs harder. Who do you speak to Anakin. Oh he likes that I bet, the chosen one eating out of his hand.” Obi-Wan snarled, rage rolling through the Force.

Plo gave a low noise. “Are you sure Master Obi-Wan?”

“I saw him underneath his little disguise. You can’t hide darkness from me anymore. I see every grey Jedi and ever Jedi teetering on falling.”

Plo and Billaba exchanged startled looks as the Fallen Jedi continued marching on. “You can?”

“Yes. I don’t know if its a side effect or what but I can.”

“What are you going to research?” Anakin swallowed bile down at the idea of his friend, his confidant, being the very Sith who had visited so much pain upon the Galaxy.

“Sheev Palpatine’s background and rise to power. Because a man like that doesn’t just show up. A patient spider in his net, making himself fat on power. Oh no, some evidence exists out there and I will find it while we search for my cure.”

Amber eyes glowed with emotions.