Star Wars: the Chosen One

Entry 14

The next day I sat in the Council room after telling them about Palpatine knowing where Grievous was hiding.

“Act on this, we must. The capture of General Grievous will end this war. Quickly and decisively we should proceed,” Master Yoda said. He was a hologram as were a couple of the other Masters in the room.

“The Chancellor has requested,” I started, almost pausing for a second, “that I lead the campaign,” I finished hesitantly.

“The Council will make up its own mind who is to go, not the Chancellor,” Mace snapped at me.

“A Master is needed, with more experience,” Yoda agreed.

“Given our resources, I recommend we send only one Jedi…Master Kenobi,” Mace said.

“He wasn’t so successful the last time he met Grievous,” I blurted before I could stop myself. My annoyance with the Council was growing. They didn’t trust me or my power. I would be better than Obi-Wan going anyway. I was the one who made most of the campaigns in the war a success, not him.

He shot me a dirty look

“No offence, my Master, but I’m only stating a fact,” I said simply.

“Oh no you’re quite right, but I do have the most experience with his ways of combat,” he answered me.

“Obi-Wan, my choice is,” Yoda said.

“I concur. Master Kenobi should go,” Ki-Adi-Mundi agreed. The Council all agreed.

I sat back in my chair, trying to calm my nerves, but finding myself unable. After the session was over, I was walking with Obi-Wan toward the landing platform where he would be leaving for Utapau.

I suddenly felt guilty for the way I had treated him in the Council room. I was really frustrated and confused about everything, but still that was no excuse to treat Obi-Wan like that. I didn’t want him to go on this mission alone, not because I thought I deserved to go, but because I wanted to be there with him, to make sure he stayed safe. I suddenly blurted my thoughts out to him before I could stop myself.

“You’re going to need me on this one, Master.”

“Oh, I agree. However, it may turn out just to be a wild bantha chase,” he said. He turned to go, but I knew I couldn’t just let him leave without saying what was on my mind. I somehow got the outwardly sense that if I didn’t tell him now, I would never get a chance to tell him again.

“Master!” I called to catch him, he turned back to face me. I walked closer to him and spoke again. “Master, I’ve disappointed you. I have not been very appreciative of your training. I’ve been arrogant, and I apologize. I’ve just been so frustrated with the Council. Your friendship means everything to me,” I said completely honest. It felt strangely good to finally be able to admit that I was frustrated with the Council. I don’t know why, since it was only a minor secret, compared to the other lies I was keeping hidden.

“You are strong and wise and I am very proud of you. I have trained you since you were a small boy. I have taught you everything I know. And you have become a far greater Jedi than I could ever hope to be and you have saved my life more times than I can remember. But be patient. It won’t be long before the Council makes you a Jedi Master,” he said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

I saw the joy in his eyes and I almost wanted to cry so I didn’t say anything. I just looked down, feeling guiltier than ever as Obi-Wan walked down the ramp. “Don’t worry. I have enough clones with me to take three systems the size of Utapau. I think I’ll be able to handle the situation….even without your help,” he continued.