Quietly Obi-wan walked into his room. Alone once again, he looked around his around. Old memories, pictures, awards, trophies from fights. He took notice that the picture of him and his master was gone. Who would have taken it? He remembered it was the only time he had smiled in a picture. He sat down on his bed. He held his stomach his confusion had only saddened him. He looked around his room once more and one of the memories had caught his eye. It was a trophy. It was the rare double-bladed red lightsaber. He had claimed it after he cut Maul's legs off. The little time he was with Maul he took notice of the small little differences in the double bladed lightsaber that he had now. The one Maul had looked more lightweight.
Obi-wan got up and walked over to the trophy. Oh how he ever regretted hurting him. He picked up the icy lightsaber. The metal bit into his skin as Maul's revenge once did to his mind. Now it had comforted him. with the angry memories and the calm stalkings. He never dared to activate it. It was filled with anger and hate from the dark side. A double lightsaber could cut through its wielder as easily as the opponent.
Maul designed this lightsaber with his bare hands. Obi-wan's only physical memory of the man he fell in love with in such short time. He held the lighsaber close to him. He wanted to cry, but he refused to give in.
He looked up at the clock he had in his room and noticed that it was time for lunch. He hooked the lightsaber onto his belt than walked down to the mess hall.
Once he got there he heard the clones whisper and talk about him. He had gotten meat and sat alone at one of the many table in the mess hall. He had poked at his meat with a fork. Why did h even come down here? He wasn't even hungry. He pushed his food away and rested his head in his hands.
"Hello the General." A voice spoke from behind him and he quickly turned around to see who it was.
"Oh hello Rex." Obi-wan sighed and turned back to his food as the clone sat down next to him.
"It's nice to see you again sir." Rex said smiling at his old commanding officer.
"I'm not longer a Jedi Rex. I'm not here to stay. Sooner or later the Council is going to force me out of the Temple... The only home I truly know..." Obi-wan looked mournfully around the mess hall as if he was looking at it for the very last time.
"Still sir, if there was anything that I could do for you. Anything that you want, I could get it for you." Rex said to Obi-wan and the ex-Jedi's gaze shifted down to his food.
'Bring Maul back.' Obi-wan thought sadly as his tears came back again, but he wouldn't let them fall.
"Anything at all sir." Rex tried to make eye contact with Obi-wan, who was silent for only a moment.
"Actually, Rex, there's a few things that I need." Obi-wan broke his silence looking up at the clone that was loyal to him since the very beginning even if it was just his programming, Obi-wan trusted him.
"What is it sir?" Rex responded to him
"First, I'll need a picture of... of the Sith Lord Darth Maul. I'll need a cloak and a ship." Obi-wan didn't know why it was hard for him to call Maul a Sith Lord. It was the truth. He was a Sith Lord, but the Maul that he was with didn't seem like a Sith Lord to Obi-wan. It just seemed like Maul being the best at just being himself.
"Are you planning to go anywhere sir?" Rex asked
"I'm hoping where I go will help me clear my mind." Obi-wan pulled his food back over to himself and started to eat.
Rex stood up and left the mess hall to go and get the items until he saw Anakin.
"Uh, General Skywalker sir!" Rex called out and jogged up to the Jedi.
