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“This feels like a weird dream,” you comment as you sit on a cushioned bench near the back of the main controls of the ship you were on. “I can’t believe I’m going to meet him again soon…”
Of course you were only speaking to yourself. Your leg bounced with anxiety and for the tenth time in the last half hour you patted your side to make sure your blaster was still with you.
You were about to embark on a diplomatic mission with a Mr. Obi-Wan Kenobi. You barely knew the man. It was the Jedi Council who had contacted you personally a few days ago for this special job. You immediately had known who was behind this. There was no other Jedi who even knew your name other than the one you had met so many years ago. But they made it clear that your assistance was needed, so you felt inclined to come. Afterall, it’s not as if you had any other plans at the moment.
When you had boarded the ship, a gentleman in robes had greeted you and debriefed you on the situation. Just by the way he held himself you could tell he was a Jedi, most likely a Master. He called himself Mace Windu, and while he was not impolite, he surely wanted little to do with you besides tell you your job for the next week. He did so, then left you to think it over for yourself.
You were to accompany Jedi Master Kenobi on a trip to the planet Kravorp. Master Windu had told you the true reason for the visit was confidential and kept between Jedi only. (It was tough to not roll your eyes.) He made up for it by emphasizing that your role was extremely important. He explained that the Jedi Council had originally planned to send Obi-Wan with Anakin Skywalker, but with further consideration of the planet Kravorp and their obvious distaste for any Jedi, they had given Obi-Wan the task of a) acting like any other citizen and b) finding someone else to accompany him. Skywalker was quick to suggest you, (Y/N).
Anakin was a long time friend of yours. Or, at least, the friendship you two had… In your mind it seemed as if it was such a long time ago.
You two had met two summers ago when Anakin was on a rebellious streak against the Council. He was 18 then, a year older than you, and, as he described it, “tired of the rules and regulations that sat on his shoulders to uphold every day by the uptight people in charge”. You spent a whole season together on the planet he had landed on where you lived, enjoying each other’s company and living day by day. You had fun together, but it was you who ultimately convinced him to return to the Jedi, granted that they’d open their arms to him if he did. He had said he would only comply if you promised that you’d see one another again someday. You told him you’d look forward to it. And, in a couple of moments, as indicated by the turbulence of the ship beginning to land, it was going to really happen.
Anakin knew from the instant Obi Wan said what kind of person they needed that you would fit the role. Now you weren’t a Jedi, just magic with any gun from a simple DL-44 pistol to a DC-15LE blaster. And, you had more than enough smarts to survive on whatever crazy planet you could end up on. Because of this, you were the Council’s ultimate choice.
So here you were, about to depart your ship and meet with the Jedi on Coruscant.
Mace Windu returned from a different sector of the ship, holding out an arm to escort you. You smiled politely at him, but stood up by yourself and walked to the exit. You didn’t turn around to see if he was miffed at this, but you didn’t much care.
The door of the ship slowly meets the floor, and you walk down the decline. Two figures stand, conversing with one another. They were a few yards away, but you could tell it was the Jedi you were scheduled to meet.
Well, you could tell it was Anakin, at least. But just barely. As you get closer to them you can notice changes in him. He’s gotten rid of that rat-tail braid you always made fun of, and has considerably grown it out. It’s curly and messy in a way that somehow trademarks him, as if that’s the way he’s truly meant to look. It reaches just above his shoulders. He also has a scar over his face near his eye. Worry pangs you, but it looks mostly healed, so you try not to let it show. He wears the same robes as he did when you had first met, dark and tapered to fit him. You could admit out loud that he looked physically stronger and taller. But you could admit only in your mind that this awakened your harbored attraction towards him almost immediately.
Walking towards them seemed to go in slow motion, but you figured that you were staring at Anakin for too long, so you averted your gaze to the other man.
You had only met Jedi Master Obi-Wan once, when you took your ship to return Anakin to his rightful place. He has a soft but serious face that gives off so much authority, you feel as if you should bow or do something else just as silly.
When you reach them, you’re not sure what to say or do. Is it against the Jedi Code to hug? Even if it wasn’t, would it be weird to? You scold yourself internally: you should have thought of all this before the actual moment came.
You weren’t to worry though, as they both gave you gracious smiles.
“It’s great to see you again, (Y/N),” Anakin beamed.
“Likewise,” you replied, but reminded yourself not to indulge so much in his happy tone. “Yeah, likewise to both of you.”
“I trust you had a good flight?” Obi-Wan asked, and you nodded yes.
“Why don’t we get inside?” Anakin offers. “It’ll get dark out soon.”
Following his lead, you went inside the Jedi Temple.