09 | master, father, anakin

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by poedjarin

by poedjarin

MUSTAFAR, OUTER RIM
Nine standard months after Tatooine...

'I apologise, Master.'

She sniffles, barely conscious as she's held in the air by two Troopers. She can just about lift her head to meet his gaze. 'I'll train harder, I shall beg-'

'Enough.' She bites her tongue, a copper taste fills her mouth and she winces.

'Too many times you have failed me, daughter. Maybe one day in the future you will become who you were meant to be.'

She shakes her head desperately as a round of sobs leaves her lips. 'No, no, no. Please, Master, father. Anakin! Please, I promise I'll be good. I'll listen, I won't run away again. I'm sorr-'

The troopers force her into the chamber slamming the door on her as she tries to reach out. They can still hear her desperate cries as she hits against the doors trying to get out.

Vader turns away, his cape following, replacing his apprentice who once stood at his heels. 'Freeze her.' With that he leaves the room.

Parsecs away on a dusty planet Obi-Wan's head lifts at a distress in the force. He pauses his work and looks to those around him before setting down his knife and leaving the tent for some privacy.

Saviin.

She lets out a sob of relief and tries to focus harder on reaching her father. Obi- Dad. Please.

Saviin, where are you?

She can feel her legs freezing, then her arms she lifts her chin as if it will prevent it from getting to her head quicker, They're going to- no

Obi-Wan gasps and falls forward, he catches himself on the wall of his caved home and looks around. 'Saviin? Saviin!'

He focuses his mind, reaching out to the ends of the galaxy. But nothing.

Saviin Kenobi is dead.

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