The Blue Light {Branching Out - Book I}
"Knighted you shall be, Anakin Skywalker," Yoda said, his voice trying to be calm and wise, but it only grated on Anakin's nerves. "A general, the Republic needs. Lead a battalion of clones, you will."
Anakin stared at Yoda, then at the other Masters. His gaze fell on Obi-Wan, who sat in his new seat, looking all calm and collected, as if nothing about this situation was strange or wrong. The Council, the Republic, the clones, the war-it was all barreling ahead like a speeder with no brakes, and no one seemed to think that maybe, just maybe, they were heading straight for disaster.
The silence stretched, the air thick with tension. The Council waited for his response. They expected him to jump at the chance-become a Jedi Knight, a general, lead troops into battle. Save the Republic. Once upon a time, he would have jumped at the chance of being the hero.
But now, is not then.
"Yeah, no," Anakin said finally, leaning back in his chair like he was bored out of his mind.
