A Sith or a Jedi? - a STAR WARS fanfic

Face it already

We were flying around, destroying every ship trying to take off. The sound of explosions and blaster fire were all I could hear and think about. Was this what the vision was warning me about? A fucking war? And the Sith were standing atop of it. I didn't know they could screw my life up more, but I stand corrected. This is nothing I could've ever seen coming.

Jedi were dying all around us, the clones as well, and the Force was becoming a bit colder with each passing.

"Look over there!" I heard Obi-Wan yell, pointing somewhere below us on the right, and surely, a speeder bike accompanied by two droids was there. The important thing is who was riding that speeder bike though.

"Dooku..." I clenched my jaw, my knuckles turning white with the strength I gripped the handle, and I realized I was angry. Of course I was angry, I just watched the man who tried to kill me, a Sith, get away.

But maybe that's not the only reason I am feeling this way. The more guilty part of me would admit that it's because I see the man who is about to make my whole life a living hell before me, speeding away like a coward, when he just started a whole war, that is taking away lives. The selfish part just blames it on the attempted murder, but I know better. I'm angry because this man basically helped me get away from the Sith, he made me invisible again. Most people wouldn't like to be, but it's how I grew up, it's what I'm used to and it's what I want. But now, he is about to bring me to the light again. I'm furious.

"Shoot him down!" Anakin ordered, but when the clone pilot informed us that we don't have any rockets left, he ordered to follow him instead.

"We're gonna need some help!" Padme yelled over him, and even though I agree with her, we do not have the time to wait around for anybody to catch up to us. We will have to be enough.

"There isn't time! We can handle this!" Obi-Wan voiced my thoughts, his voice cracking with the amount of loudness he had to yell with, for anybody to hear him.

I looked at him then, thinking everything over. Sure, Obi-Wan and Anakin are skilled warriors, but they weren't trained for this. For dueling a Sith. I wasn't even sure if I could handle it. He had some disadvantages for being an old man, like his poor joints or having a very pain sensitive in-between-legs area, but he, on the other hand, was trained exactly to defeat Jedi. I wasn't a Jedi, but I wasn't in any state to win over really anybody, blame it on my shoulder wound or my current mental state.

"Is everything alright?" Obi-Wan's voice brought me out of my thoughts, his usual worried eyes staring into mine.

"I- I don't think I can face him, Obi-Wan... Maybe you should stall him somehow, and do as Padme suggests." I frowned and felt tears creeping in my eyes. What? Am I really about to cry? Oh, I definitely messed up.

"Face him?" he shook his head then continued: "If it hurts, I think Anakin and I can handle an old man." he patted my good shoulder and chuckled just lightly, the 'I'm confused, but don't want to ask about it' kind of chuckle, and I tilted my head just slightly.

"Do you... Do you not know?" I looked at him with wild eyes, taking in every crease in his tired face. I'm not sure if he was just that confident, or blind. How could they not know?

"Know what?" Anakin chimed in our conversation, making it seem like he just heard the last part, but I know he was listening, we were after all yelling at each other.

I scanned both of their expressions, and they really had no idea. They truly thought he was just some political idealist, an old man. Well, this will be a bomb.

"He's a Sith lord!"

I wasn't sure if I even said that out loud, because their expressions remained the same. It's like they froze. Slowly their eyebrows raised, taking in the news.