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Epilogue:
Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn looked down at the form of his sleeping Padawan. He himself was deep in thoughts. Obi-Wan had previously shared the rest of his memories with him, up until that gruesome death at the hands of his own Padawan. The long haired Jedi was shocked and it was good that the other male in the room was sleeping, because Qui-Gon would probably have not found his voice to speak. How could it be that his bright student had to suffer the same fate as he once did at the hands of Xanatos? It was not fair, especially not after Qui-Gon had seen what Obi-Wan had to suffer from being Anakin’s Master. It was not even the boy, who caused most of the problems and suffering, even though his part in Obi-Wan’s struggle was still big. It was more the treatment and pity he earned from the other Jedi in the Order. It seemed as if they had come to Obi-Wan for every little misstep of Anakin and it was left for the ginger haired Knight to defend his Padawan and to receive an hour lecture on how to properly raise a Padawan and what he was doing wrong.
Qui-Gon vehemently shook his head. He could not think about that yet, it was too depressing. He was just glad that his precious student had been allowed a second chance and this time, Qui-Gon would be there for him. After what he had seen, the long haired Jedi was more determined than ever that Anakin should be trained as a Jedi, but this time he did not intend to train the young Skywalker himself. No, he would leave the job to Obi-Wan, the latter didn’t know anything of his luck quite yet though.
“I can hear the gears in your head turning, Master,” a sleepy voice suddenly spoke up and brought Qui-Gon back to the here and now.
“Forgive me,” the older male chuckled. He received an evil one-eyed stare for that and the Jedi Order’s maverick decided it would be best to simply surrender to his fate. He let himself fall back, into the warm and comforting mattress and almost immediately his companion drifted closer to him, using him as a pillow. Qui-Gon didn’t mind though.
“Everything is going to be alright dear one, I’ll make sure of it...” he hesitated, “We just have to keep Anakin away from Palpatine, this shouldn’t be too hard. Also I would suggest that we train Anakin together, you would be his official Master though. I don’t know if we should tell the whole Council.”
Obi-Wan hummed, “Whatever you say,” he trailed off.
“Have you even listened to me?” Qui-Gon asked laughing.
“I did,” he cleared his throat. “Have you ever considered that there might be more... some things that we don’t see yet?”
“What do you mean?” the older male furrowed his brow.
“Before I died... my bond with Anakin was wide open for just a brief second, but it was enough,” he took a shaky breathe, “what if Sidious, if Palpatine, is not the Master? I mean, Sidious told Anakin about his own Master, who he killed in his sleep, what if he hasn’t done that yet?” His voice was worried.
“We cannot know that for certain Obi-Wan, but for now we should focus on what we already know and we should also trust in the Force, it will not abandon us.”
“Yes Master,” the younger male answered dutifully, but Qui-Gon suspected that he only did it, so that he could go back to sleep.
“We should rest, young one.”
“Finally something we fully agree on,” he was already comfortable nestled against his makeshift pillow again, his eyes closed. Qui-Gon looked at him for a few moments more, but then decided to follow his example.
In another place in the galaxy, Darth Plagueis awakened out of his slumber. He had felt a great disturbance in the Force, almost as if the whole fate of the galaxy had just changed. Something had happened, something that he did not like, not at all.
A small sound caught his attention, it had almost been inaudible and he was sure that he would not have noticed it, had he been asleep. Darth Plagueis frowned, but kept his eyes closed for am moment longer. There were definitely footsteps in his private chamber, they were stealthy and it was clear that their owner had a mission to fulfil. Darth Plagueis barely kept himself from grinning, there was just one person in this facility that could have gotten this far.
“Well done my apprentice, but not well enough,” he said aloud.
The figure in the room stopped dead in his tracks, the shock he felt was clear in the room. “Master,” Darth Sidious slimy voice sounded in the darkened chamber. “I came to inform you of Maul’s mission.”
“Of course you did,” he did not believe his apprentice one bit, he knew what Sidious had been about to do.
The apprentice kneeled, when his Master sat up, “Maul failed Master, he was killed by a Jedi Padawan.”
“So it appears,” he fully stood up now, keeping a close look on his treacherous student, while putting on his robes.
“What do you suggest we do now?” Sidious asked, impatience has always been one of his bad traits.
“WE, do nothing my apprentice.”
“Master, what,” he did not come any further. Every other word he had intended to say, was interrupted by a pained and surprised gasp, when lightning hit him.
“I will find a new apprentice, one who will NOT fail me,” Plagueis eyes glowed dangerously in the dark, “and YOU will find out everything you can about this Padawan. I want him, and I want him either bowing to my feet as my apprentice, or captured. Did I make myself clear, Sidious?”
“Yes,” the younger male wheezed out, “it shall be done Master.”
“Good, then what are you waiting for?” he watched with cruel amusement, how his treacherous student scrambled to his feet and limped out of his chamber. It was just a matter of time until he had to get rid of Sidious as well, perhaps this Padawan would proof to be quite useful. He nodded to himself, he wanted this Padawan, whatever the costs may be. And he would get him, Darth Plagueis was never denied anything after all.