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12 MONTHS EARLIER
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Their home was empty.
Hazel's footsteps echoed against the hollowed-out walls, the familiar space now stripped of anything that made it theirs. Outside, the twin suns burned high in the sky, casting sharp shadows over the speeder where Ben moved with quiet precision, loading up the last of their belongings.
They were leaving.
It had been three weeks since she reunited Ahsoka and Rex with him. Three weeks since he realized she knew the truth—knew who she was. Three weeks since he learned she had been training. Since their fight—he left to "think" and came back with his answer.
No more training. No more talk of the Force. No more outings farther than the front door.
Three weeks since she ignored that answer.
He hadn't taken it well.
A week later, he told her they were moving. He framed it as a work transfer—something about meat and a new harvesting site near Anchorhead. But Hazel wasn't stupid.
This wasn't about work.
Her fingers traced the doorway of her room as she stepped inside. The space was stripped bare. No lights. No bed. No trace that she had ever been here.
Like she was a ghost.
The thought sent a chill through her. Was this what her life would always be? Drifting from place to place, never leaving a mark? Never being anything?
And what about the darkness rising in the galaxy? Or the Empire? What about the people who needed someone to fight for them—to stand for them?
She knew what it was to be powerless. To be used, trapped, and chained. And she knew there were still others out there, hurting and tormented like she had been.
It burned something deep inside her.
"Hazel."
Her father's voice called from outside, steady, calm—like none of this was tearing her apart.
"Time to go."
She clenched her jaw. Let out a slow breath. Then, she turned away from the empty shell of her room and stepped out into the heat.
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The cavern was larger than their last home—cold and rough, carved deep into the rock with an entrance barely visible from the dunes. It wasn't a home; it was a hiding place.
Hazel stood at the threshold, arms crossed. Behind her, crates of supplies sat untouched, stacked in neat rows. She hadn't unpacked. She wouldn't.
Ben moved quietly, placing things where they belonged, his every motion practiced, deliberate.
Avoidant.
Hazel's chest burned. She exhaled sharply through her nose. "This is because of me, isn't it?"
Ben didn't turn. "It's for work, Hazel. We've been through this already."
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Consequence of Oversight
FanfictionAttachment has always been forbidden to the Jedi. It had always been a risk - one that had led many to the Dark Side. Hence why he was never told the truth, even after the fall of the Order. Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi is shattered after his former...
