Choose Your Words || A Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Story

Chapter 25: Give Him An Army

Anakin falls out of the portal onto some red clay surface with a loud yelp of surprise.

The sunset is aiming at his chest with its red spear. Its scarlet is blinding him. Dust is creaking on his teeth and blurring his vision. The cliffs surrounding him on both sides look like walls of a fortress. Anakin can smell grief and death in the very air, and the name springs to mind almost immediately.

Korriban.

He is in the very heart of the Sith civilization. And that’s where his Master is. Anakin knows it: he can feel his blinding presence at the end of the valley.

Thank the Force!

There’s just one tiny little problem though: there is a kriffing droid army standing between them – a forest of war banners for as far as Anakin’s eyes can see.

Yes, they say, death in battle is easy. But to rush into its hands willingly?

Are you insane, Master? Anakin wants to scream at the orange skies.

How could you go without me?!

Alone in the den of evil. Alone against a whole army. Alone on his way to the Sith Temple.

But then again, what else was Anakin expecting? He has always known that Obi-Wan Kenobi will all but waltz towards the enemy and then, of course, flirt with them. Charm them into submission. That’s what he does. And that is, apparently, exactly what he did this time too, being absolutely disarming with his smile – literally – enough to actually neutralize a whole droid army.

Otherwise, how else could he manage to get to the Temple unharmed?

At the thought of his Master seducing some Sith Lord with his provocative playfulness, Anakin sees red. He barely manages to accept having lost his Master to the Jedi Order, but losing him to another Sith? He’d rather die and let Korriban become his grave.

He picks up his lightsaber and rises from the ground.

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Obi-Wan watches, almost distractedly, how Anakin is cutting his way through the army of clankers, moving forward like an ice-breaker – merciless and unstoppable – his blue lightsaber bright against the swirl of his black robes.

He is magnificent when he is like that – feral in his fury. All that raw, untamed power, all that pure strength, all that lethal energy – all of it – for him . Just to keep him safe.

“Master! The Order has betrayed you!” his Padawan’s breathless voice accompanied by the sound of blaster fire calls out between the slashes of the cerulean blade. “But I am here, Master! I am loyal! I will follow you wherever you go!”

Obi-Wan folds his arms on his chest and turns back to Dooku, his eyebrow raised ironically.

“Looks like my army is here.”

Dooku appears positively thunderstruck. His gaze darts almost helplessly between Obi-Wan and the devastation Anakin is causing on his way to his Master.

“That is your Padawan?” he finally utters, staring at Obi-Wan in absolute shock. “They say you are the perfect Jedi. How the hell did you manage to raise a Sith?”

“Master, look! Look what I can do for you!” Anakin cries desperately and somewhat childishly as he sends dozens of droids flying in all directions with one Force stroke and pushes forward to the Temple.

Obi-Wan just rolls his eyes in annoyance.

Dooku’s forehead creases in confusion.

“He’s come to rescue you, Obi-Wan. But you don’t exactly look very happy to see him.”