Redemption

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: REVENGE OF THE SITH

This chapter will begin with Opal and Obi Wan in different locations and will play into the beginning of the Revenge of the Sith. This book will end most likely in between Chapters 20-25, and I will then start the Sequel! I can not thank you all enough for the love this story has gotten! Please keep reading and reviewing!

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After watching Anakin and Obi-Wan depart from Atricus, Opal returned to the chambers where the body of her father rested. She had never thought herself capable of such a thing as murder, and then...

Her eyes fell on Obi-Wan's wedding band resting on top of her robes. She heard the words through their muted Force bond that he'd whispered just before his departure.

"Now you have a reason to come back to me."

Opal bent down to retrieve the band and his lightsaber which he lad left in place of her own, attaching them to her soiled robes before she ultimately decided to leave Atricus forever. "I might be alive, but I'm dying." Opal whispered, pressing her back against the wing of her ship she'd parked besides Anakins earlier that day. Both of her boys were long gone. Her fingers lightly tapped R6-D6, her droid Obi Wan had gifted to her for her birthday last year.

So she ran. She didn't care where she was going, who went by, or who she met. Opal knew one thing: She just had to stay alive. She had to fight the urge to fully succumb to the Dark, to fulfill the destiny her father believed she had for her. For Obi Wan's sake.

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Months pass by without so much as a rescue attempt to retrieve his wife. Obi-Wan had spent so much of his life with Opal that it proved to be difficult to learn how to live without her. He put on a bravado for the Council and did as he was told, but solitude often brought pain. When Anakin returned him to the Jedi Temple after the events on Atricus at the start, he suggested veering away from the prying eyes of the other Jedi Masters for the time being.

Obi-Wan wasn't going to listen to suggestions. He was adamant that the others who sat on the Council with him knew of the sacrifice she had made to save his life. "Master Kenobi, we were beginning to think you wouldn't return to us." Master Windu smiled warmly as he and Anakin entered the Council Chambers where a meeting had just adjourned. "I am pleased to see you alive."

"With all due respect, Master Windu." Obi-Wan said sharply. "You sent Anakin and Opal on this rescue mission to retrieve me from the Sith Lord on Atricus. Anakin prevailed.. but dare I ask. Do you see Master Stone anywhere?" When Mace shook his head, Obi-Wan continued. "If you deem it necessary, I will more then willingly leave the Jedi Order for the truth." Anakin's eyes widened beside him as he realized what he was about to do. "Darth Decious was right about one thing. I am married to Opal, your previous Padawan. We were married in the back country in Naboo where no other soul was present. Do you see her here in her rightful spot beside me, where she is supposed to be?!" Master Windu stiffened at the raise of his voice, his eyes narrowed as Obi-Wan turned his attention to Kit Fisto and Aayla Secura, who were standing behind him with Master Yoda and Plo-Koon. He could see the heartbreak in the Kel Diors face. "She accompanied Anakin to rescue me and was forced to kill Darth Decious to save my life. Parker Stone is dead at the hand of his daughter. Where she has gone..." His voice faltered as he gazed out at the nightlife of Coruscant just beyond the window. "I have no idea. I just wanted to inform you myself instead of through my report how much your most honorable and your most valiant Jedi Knight has sacrificed. Opal Stone was a phenomenal woman and the best of wives. Put that in your report."

Anakin followed hot on the heels of his Master as Obi-Wan fled the room and beelined back for their shared quarters. The space felt rather cold and empty without Opal there to warm it with her domesticity. To distract himself from the reality of his situation, Obi-Wan buried himself in Sith lore and reports for The Council once they were wiling to take him back on it. Many of his nights were restless, spent tossing and turning in his bed before sleep evaded him and he made his traditional cup of tea. Opal's presence slowly faded from his quarters, and he felt as he had in the days after Qui-Gon had died.