Beating of your heart

Chapter Six

"Master Yoda?" Obi-Wan asked; his ears rang with the sound of chains. He knew what this was about, yet it all caught him so quick.

"Feel the disturbance in The Force, do you?"

"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan nodded, moving towards the holo-table.

"Fear you are in danger, I do," Yoda warned, "from the dead, an old enemy has awakened seeking vengeance."

"An old enemy?" Obi-Wan questioned

"Killed your master many moons ago, 
he did," Yoda stated, watching in case Obi-Wan gained a harsh reaction.

"Darth Maul, alive?" Obi-Wan asked, schooling his features. He did have an outcry previously, but not this time. This time he knew what was going to happen.

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"There will be more innocent blood on your hands, Kenobi, unless you come here, face me. Come alone, and if you do not, this world will burn."

Even after all this time, he was still shocked by the animalistic behaviours of Maul. "I have to go," Obi-Wan stated.

"Not alone, you're not," Mace disagreed, "we'll send a task force with you."

"He's a broken, unbalanced monster. I've dealt with him before," Obi-Wan stated, waving his hand at the pacing beast, "I can do it again."

"I disagree. This is a trap," Mace sighed, shaking his head.

Obi-Wan bit his tongue to stop himself from smirking and responding to Mace's statement. It was a trap, but Maul wasn't the trapper.

"Against my better judgment, agree with Master Kenobi. I do."

Rude!

"Finish what he started long ago, Obi-Wan must."

Half win, I'll take it!

"I'm off to Raydonia," Obi-Wan nodded before walking out of the room. He had a few stops before he reached there.

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Obi-Wan walked off the ship, his hand tracing the battle scars already bearing their marks on the hull. The burning village didn't seem that bad; there was no urgency to his step, only the feeling of a stroll through a tranquil and relaxing park.

"Jedi," Maul's voice was barely above that of a hiss.

A milk snake, pretending he's a coral snake: Colour and noise, but no death. 
Obi-Wan thought, an amused smirk appearing across his face as he turned to look at Maul. 
Overdramatic must take after his old master.

"I have been waiting for you," Maul hissed again.

"I'm not sure I've made your acquaintance," Obi-Wan stated, bringing his hand up to the stubble of a beard before suddenly gasping in realisation, "you must be that hairdresser. No, I don't want a haircut; the temple has brilliant ones there."

"I am surprised you could have-"

"No, no, wait, the ships ones are good as well," Obi-Wan butted in thoughtfully.

"-Forgotten me so easily after-"

"Wait! You're not a hairdresser. The lack of hair should have pointed it out," Obi-Wan butted in again.

"-I-"

"Not anything to do with legs either," Obi-Wan mused.

"-killed your master-"

"Huh, that's not you; they were smaller."

"-and you left me for dead on Naboo."

"I certainly left them for dead!" Obi-Wan chirped, watching as Maul almost puffed up in his anger.