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obaona Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 4/2/04 11:49am Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~Updated March 31!~})
	RosyRedFinguredDawn: That's true, and I'll try to address that when I end up editing this huge thing. However, something to consider is that Padme has already been told everything, so she's already been given an opportunity to say "That's crazy!" And yes, Obi-Wan is definitely doing better. Thank you. Knight_Aragorn: Thank you. I love writing the banter between those three. It just flows really well. Obi-Wan's been healing for a long time, but it's becoming more outwardly obvious now, I think. VaderLVR64: Thank you. I loved writing that scene, though I was a bit nervous about it. PadawanKitara: Well, he is. In_Luv_wit_kenobi: LOL! Burkie: Uh huh. Jenny_The_Jedi_Girl: That's right. In fact, the next post may have HHP's stuff. VaderLVR64: Thanks. Another postie soon. -----signature----- MS Word is designed by sadists with masochists in mind. - teh atty my recent Atton (KOTOR2) fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/30335989
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obaona Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 4/3/04 3:21pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~Updated March 31!~})
	This is definitely one of the more emotional posts, and to date, the only one written out of order. I wrote the dream before the rest of the post, and made it fit. Next post has HHP. ~~~ When all was said and done, Xanatos and Qui-Gon had to accept the fact that Anakin had told Padmé, and now she was involved as well. Obi-Wan had seemed to accept it the moment Padmé walked into the room, which rather confused Xanatos and left him suspicious. Besides that, Padmé and Obi-Wan had talked alone for several minutes while the other Jedi argued pointlessly, not to mention Obi-Wan’s thought-provoking comment about how he knew so many of the people in this universe from his own. Xanatos, with each passing moment, became steadily more convinced that Padmé and Anakin had possessed some kind of relationship in Obi-Wan’s universe. It made Xanatos’ head ache. There was so much to consider, so many possibilities, and so many unknown factors that he was considering just giving up on trying to get it all straight in his head. Thankfully, however, the rest of the day remained calm, with no other surprises in store. Padmé and Anakin eventually left together, to Qui-Gon’s disapproval, and Obi-Wan and Xanatos’ clear amusement at his disapproval. The two oblivious lovebirds planned to spend the rest of the day together, then get some rest and talk again tomorrow. Qui-Gon stated that it would be wise for the three of them to get some rest, as well. So the rest of the day was something of an anti-climax – passing peacefully and in a leisurely vein. Qui-Gon left after a few hours, having duties of his own to catch up with. Xanatos had cancelled many of Qui-Gon’s classes or given out-of-class assignments for the rest of the week, citing personal problems. Nevertheless, there were a few things for Qui-Gon to do. He had stayed at the Temple for several years, preferring the peace after learning to cope with Kenobi’s fall to the dark side, and he had certain routines set in place. Xanatos eventually contacted Mace and explained the situation further to him. At different parts of the wild tale, Mace had expressed disbelief, surprise, disapproval, and relief. In the end, however, he simply concluded he had missed a lot, but things seemed to have gone by just fine without him. For the most part. Xanatos felt bad, briefly, for Anakin, but figured the kid deserved it after the spiking the drink incident. Which he had never even got the opportunity to punish the kid for, after all that happened . . . Xanatos didn’t have much to do, having already been called in for a debriefing by the Council. He had been busy and often off-planet for years, and no one would deny his request for some downtime. Obi-Wan and Xanatos spent the rest of the day talking. He learned more of Obi-Wan’s universe, and in doing so, discovered how little he really did know. He learned of the Clone Wars, the Separatists movement, and how Palpatine planned it all to bring to power the Empire. The New Order. With Vader at his right hand. He was horrified by news of the galactic civil war, and asked how the Jedi handled it. In response, Obi-Wan would only say, with a very quiet and sad look, “We’re keepers of the peace, not soldiers.” He said with an odd tilt to his voice, and from that Xanatos guessed it was a quote. Regardless, the look in Obi-Wan’s eyes made him stop asking about the Jedi. He learned as much from what Obi-Wan didn’t say as from what he did and was able to catch by implication that many of the Jedi of Obi-Wan’s universe had been killed. Xanatos eventually guided the topic away from the more sensitive, recent events, and asked about Obi-Wan’s past. He learned more of his counterpart’s fall, and Qui-Gon. He was surprised by the tale of how Obi-Wan became his apprentice – and wondered if such a thing would have occurred here. Yoda had never pressed all that hard for Qui-Gon to take another Padawan after Kenobi’s fall, but in Obi-Wan’s universe, he had pushed hard. Through stories of Obi-Wan’s missions, he also learned that the Jedi of Obi-Wan’s universe were by their nature tougher, and had to be. Going on mission after mission wasn’t unusual, nor was it strange to not return to the Jedi Temple between missions. Xanatos had gone on many missions, but by his own choice, not out of necessity. The Jedi were not spread so thin here. Obi-Wan, in turn, learned more of Xanatos’ universe. The story of how the Sith fell here had him enthralled, much to Xanatos’ pleasure. Through questions and personal stories of mistakes made and learned from they discovered the differences in the two Jedi Orders. Xanatos’ was more relaxed, more open, while Obi-Wan’s was tenser, more driven, and less open. They realized quickly that each had their own faults, however – Xanatos’ Order was little equipped for major disasters, and their Knights not so harshly and thoroughly trained. Obi-Wan’s Order, conversely, had more problems that needed healers of the mind as well as body, even though their Knights had training that was more comprehensive. It was fascinating, and by the time night fell, both had much to ponder on. Privately, though, Xanatos’ was pleased that Obi-Wan had handled stories from his past so well. The parts that caused him more distress Xanatos had to steer away from, but for the most part, he was open about events, and of course, curious about Xanatos’ own universe. He could practically see the wheels turning in Obi-Wan’s head as the younger man pondered on what he had learned. But overall, Obi-Wan seemed more stable, and as Xanatos had appointed himself guardian of Obi-Wan’s sanity, he was relieved and glad. As the furor of day winded down, Xanatos contacted both Anakin and Qui-Gon, to see how they were and if there any more surprises he should know about. There were none, to his relief. He had this absurd feeling he should check in with them every hour to avoid any bombshell. From the flash of merriment on Obi-Wan’s face when he checked with them, Obi-Wan had probably guessed that fact. Soon enough, though, it was time to go to sleep. It was hours past nightfall, and both men were getting tired. Xanatos gave Obi-Wan his bed, and took the couch. After Obi-Wan had left the room, he checked in with Qui-Gon and Anakin, who were also settling down for the night – Anakin alone, thankfully. He told them goodnight, then shut off the lights, taking note that the bedroom was already dark. He found himself a pillow and a blanket, and curled up on the couch. It had been a long day. ~~~ The night was dark and the air heavy with water vapor. Along with the heat, it felt suffocating, and the inky blackness of the woods only helped to bring the sense that they had stepped into the darkness itself. Obi-Wan had long since abandoned his cloak, as had his companion, Garen. He and Garen had been friends for years, since before they were Padawans. He remembered his friend as a Jedi who had wanted to be a pilot and see the galaxy, a man full of a sense of adventure. The younger Anakin had often reminded Obi-Wan of him. It would have been wonderful to see his old friend, had it been under better circumstances. Life and perceptions were becoming more and more hostile to the Jedi – and the Jedi had little energy or capability to deal with such, anymore. The war with the Separatists had waged for two years, with the Jedi at many of the front lines – or in some cases, all there was of the front lines. All of the Jedi could sense darkness coming ever closer, though no one knew of what kind, or how it would manifest. Garen had been one of the Jedi ordered to create a route. The route – made by many Jedi, in bits and pieces – would make it possible for Jedi to move across the galaxy unnoticed, and was of vital importance. Obi-Wan, alone – his apprentice on some other mission for the Jedi – and without any other current duties, had been ordered to go to Garen to help. When he had greeted his friend, he felt like he was looking into a mirror. The man’s eyes were flat and largely emotionless, an expression Obi-Wan had often seen in his own eyes – or that of other Jedi worn to the bone from long years of war. He was thinner than Obi-Wan remembered, his features even sharper than before. Blue eyes had seemed almost insanely glittery against the darkness of his face. “Come,” Garen had said, voice low and hoarse. “Someone threatens to reveal this portion – one of the major portions – to the Separatists. We have to find out who it is, and stop them." Obi-Wan had nodded. Garen didn’t offer to say how the information had slipped, and Obi-Wan didn’t ask. If Garen didn’t reveal it, then he knew that aspect had already been dealt with. Neither commented on how they would stop the leak. They didn’t know, and they didn’t really want to; reality was an easy thing to deny when it was just a single moment of clarity and knowledge, instead of so many little ones spread over time. They found him within a few days. They slept on the streets or dirty motels, whichever suited their purposes best at the time. They mostly traveled, resting little, following the small leads they discovered, moving like ghosts from one spot to the next. The heavy forest surrounding the little inlets of civilization hung near, and made it easy to flit from one spot to another unseen. He was a greasy man, was Obi-Wan’s first thought. Hair hung lankly over dark, bulbous brown eyes, and ill fitting clothes were patched together on his body like a deformed quilt. His eyes moved constantly, never quite in sync with each other. When questioned, he answered easily enough, until he realized who they were – or rather, what they represented. He ran. The busy streets, filled with numb addicts and hard people, were difficult to navigate, and he slipped into the forest before the Jedi could catch up. It really wasn’t a tricky thing to accomplish; the forest was thick and grew easily, often encroaching on towns and even cities. It was never more than a few hundred yards away. The Jedi followed him, keeping in tune with each other with the ease of long practice and knowledge. The Force guided their steps, and hardly a branch showed their passing. Cloaks were discarded and mud smeared to make them dark and invisible. Here, in a place of frantic life, they were in their element. Trained as they were to survive in all environments, the Living Force would help them strongly there, more so than other places filled with empty cold spaces of technology and the white noise of crowded living. They cornered him against a large outcropping of rock, seemingly just jutting out of the ground. He pressed himself against it, squirming, whimpering. Breathy apologies left his cracked lips. “I’m sorry sorry so sorry, don’t hurt me, I’m sorry, I wouldna done it, sorry, sorry . . .” The two Jedi stared at him silently, unmoving statues. The man wasn’t stupid enough to try and get past them, despite their seeming immovability. Obi-Wan looked at him and wondered, Is this sentience? This wild scrambling for life, for mercy? He could feel a similar war going on in his friend’s soul. What would they do with him? Obi-Wan felt an absurd need to ask the man, but what would be the point of such an exercise? He would have sold the information, and they all knew it. And he might even try to sell it again, even after getting his wits scared out of him by two war-cracked Jedi. The route couldn’t move; this was the best path. Obi-Wan looked at Garen. “And now?” he asked softly. Eyes as dark as Obi-Wan’s own flicked from the whimpering man to Obi-Wan. He carelessly raised an eyebrow. We need the route, he thought. The Jedi must survive. We can do so much good, we have done good for the past thousand years . . . we have felt the darkness coming, we know it is necessary. The Jedi are needed. They are family. Comprehension and acknowledgement passed between the two Jedi effortlessly. Obi-Wan switched on his lightsaber. After a moment, Garen followed. “May the burden be on both of us, with neither and both striking the killing blow,” Garen murmured softly. Obi-Wan nodded silently. The man’s breathy pleas became wild screams for mercy, mercy. They did not echo in the still forest; deep growth suffocated all cries. Not only those of the whimpering man, but those that escaped tight throats. The inevitability of what was to happen stopped neither party; the man continued in his cries for mercy, and the Jedi paid little heed. They had made their decision of who was more worthy of life. The whimpering man had lost out. They moved forward as one, and attacked him as one. The screams did not fade into silence. The quiet was abrupt, no echoes lasting after the dying breath. Garen found an old-fashioned, simple shovel from a shed down the hill. With it being down the hill, whoever used it would likely not go deeper into the forest or the shack would have been higher, and regardless, there would be little to find. Obi-Wan took the shovel without comment, and began to dig. They took turns in the darkness, using the Force to feel their way, to know when it would be deep enough. Eventually they took the body and shoved it into the sloppy grave. The ground was more mud than dirt, as if the air had weighted it down with its own moisture. The ground had briefly refused to give up its charge, slumped against the rock wall, and they had to pull it hard. The filling in of the grave commenced just as slowly, just as surely. When they were done, panting in the smothering heat, they stood for a moment. Obi-Wan silently said a prayer for the man’s soul, and his own. Garen had a similar moment of quietness. Then they moved to leave the forest. They left all but a shadow in their hearts behind. ~~~ Obi-Wan never woke gasping or screaming. To a certain extent, he could control his reactions during sleep, and he always did so; it could mean death to cry in your sleep in the middle of a battlefield, and as such, it was something he had been trained to do while still fairly young – Qui-Gon’s Padawan. And he had lived little else but battle, the past few years. So when he woke from a dream that was more a memory, he did so soundlessly. His breathing was rapid and shallow, and he had to force himself to take deep, even breaths. He lay in bed for a few minutes, recalling the dream. Except that it hadn’t really been a dream; it was something that had really happened. He had gone on that mission with Garen. Neither ever spoke of it again, telling the Council only that the problem had been solved, and the Council asked no further questions. Garen was killed some time later. Obi-Wan was the only one alive who knew what had happened in that forest. The even more depressing fact of the matter was that it wasn’t a single event; it was joined by others hidden deep in Obi-Wan’s memory, normally out of sight and out of mind. He had done things he wasn’t proud of in that war. In a horrifying way, sometimes the things Palpatine did and said made sense to him. It was easy to understand why so many had gone over to his side, including his own apprentice. Palpatine had offered a new way – a new order. He said the politicians didn’t care about the people, didn’t understand, and would only – in simple terms – screw things up more. He said a new way of life was needed. The people, desperate from years of war and heavy taxing, grabbed that new hope immediately. They didn’t see the things others did. They didn’t see that Palpatine’s new way would be worse than the old, and they didn’t understand that democracy was always fraught with the struggle to do the right thing. They didn’t see – they just wanted it solved. Anakin hadn’t seen, either. Little light filtered in from the window in the bedroom, and what did was cast in blue from the shades that kept the bright light out. Ribbons of light and darkness lay across everything. Obi-Wan sat up, and ran his hands through his hair and beard. He felt disturbed, unsettled. Not really upset, but . . . lonely. The darkness somehow seemed to add to that weight, as did the excellent soundproofing of the Temple from the rest of Coruscant. And he couldn’t rid his thoughts of the dream. Nor associated memories that insisted on rising to the forefront of his mind. They simply stayed there. With a feeling of stunned comprehension, he realized he didn’t really want to repress them anymore. That realization made, he threw off the blankets and rose to his feet. Xanatos had let him borrow some of his nightclothes, and the light fabric left him feeling slightly chilly in the night air, present even here. He took his robe from Xanatos’ closet – he really had virtually moved in with the man – and wrapped it around himself. It still bore the marks from Obi-Wan’s time in his own universe – worn thin with stains and black scores from blasters. He put his hand against the control panel for the door, and it slid open quietly. He walked to the couch, stepping around it. Xanatos lay on it, probably in not the most comfortable of positions, curled in a blanket, his black hair spread across a small pillow. His eyes were closed. Obi-Wan knelt by him, carefully not touching him, as he didn’t want to wake him too abruptly. “Xanatos, can we talk?” he whispered. Xanatos twitched, then his eyes opened fully. He almost immediately squinted. “Eh? Obi-Wan?” “Can we talk?” Obi-Wan softly repeated, keeping his words barely above a whisper. Xanatos nodded sleepily. “Yeah, sure.” He sat up blearily, rubbing his eyes. He threw his pillow on the floor and patted the area beside him. “Sit and tell mama what’s wrong,” he said with a grin. Obi-Wan laughed. It seemed loud in the quiet night, and he toned it down almost immediately. Something about night just seemed to call for stillness and whispers. Xanatos smiled, seemingly satisfied with his reaction. He gazed at Obi-Wan intently with his dark eyes, yet he didn’t seem to be pressuring for answers at the same time. He simply waited patiently. Obi-Wan paused, gathering his thoughts and composure. “First of all, I really don’t want to burden you, but I feel like you’re the person to talk to,” he began. “It’s no burden, whatever it is,” Xanatos replied, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it,” he said quietly, briefly putting his hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. Obi-Wan nodded, fairly certain that was going to be his answer, and nevertheless having some uncertainty over it. “This is going to sound strange, but . . . I feel like you can understand me better, understand . . . I don’t know.” He bit his lip in an unusual outward show of his inner emotions. Xanatos said nothing, waiting. “I have to tell someone,” Obi-Wan said finally. He halted again. “You turned, in my universe.” He looked into Xanatos’ eyes. “You know – whether you did before or not –“ Xanatos nodded, understanding lighting in his eyes, and finished it. “I know the darkness I have within me, that I am capable of, yes. I think that may be part of every Knight’s true Trial, to understand that fact. The inner one we all go through.” He shook his head, and waved his hand. “Sorry, continue.” Obi-Wan took a deep breath, closing his eyes. “The Clone Wars lasted two years. It was given the plural – wars – because of the way it was fought. Skirmishes, brief battles, and all of them for a different reason. A lot of them were results of earlier disagreements or wars. As such, a lot of them had bred in-depth hatred and were quite . . . brutal.” He glanced over at Xanatos, to see his reaction – and saw only attentiveness. “Those two years . . . Force, it seems like such a short period of time compared to the big scheme of things, but it was an eternity. I felt . . . tired, broken, so soon. Jedi aren’t meant for war, I think, because there are always innocents on both sides, but you have to fight anyway. Because you’re fighting for your side, and that’s the right one, isn’t it?” Xanatos nodded, but Obi-Wan could tell he was listening to this intellectually. And he couldn’t, not if he was to really understand. “As an example . . . I once saw a ten year old Rodian run up to a contingent of men under my command, and blow herself up, along with a good portion of the men,” Obi-Wan said matter-of-factly. Xanatos winced, horror in his eyes. “Everything happened so fast, in those days. If you couldn’t break down a rebellion or take a planet in a few months, it was abandoned. You had to move quickly. You had to do it with little or no resources, and few options to begin with. We were less than ethical, and so were they. “It’s hard to describe how brutal, how vile the whole thing was. So many lives were lost. Billions, in that war. In two years. But you see, that’s not all. We – the Jedi – were in the war, too. We wanted peace, but . . . that wasn’t possible. Not after the Separatists attacked, not after the slaughter at Geonosis.” “Geonosis?” Xanatos interrupted. “The beginning of it all. The plans all became apparent then. It was an ambush – about two hundred Jedi were killed in that battle alone,” Obi-Wan explained, able to do so with detachment after so long, and much meditation. "I went there in search of something else, and in the end it turned out to be not what I had expected –" He cut himself off, shaking his head. “That’s not important.” Xanatos nodded, pursing his lips. “As Jedi, we were to serve the Republic. When the war began, it was decided that we would help, because we were capable warriors. I think . . . I think that was a mistake,” he said hesitantly, staring away from Xanatos’ questioning eyes, into memories no longer so dim. “Regardless, many of us were inducted into the Republic’s military. I eventually became a General, and I served under the Alderaani Senator.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Xanatos blink, but he didn’t interrupt. “War is . . . horrible,” he said at last. “And that war, I think, was not inevitable. Actually,” he added almost as an aside, “I think the Sith planned it.” Xanatos opened his mouth, looking surprised, but closed it without saying anything. “War is . . . fighting, killing. And we became soldiers in that war. The Jedi,” he said quietly. He finally looked over at Xanatos, who was clearly fully awake and concerned. “We did such horrible things in the name of necessity. A number of us even turned – dozens, I believe, though I think only the Council ever knew even close to the exact number. I heard of teams of Jedi sent to hunt those rogues down.” “Obi-Wan,” Xanatos breathed. “I came very close, I think, to giving into the darkness – not out of revenge or anger, like Anakin did, but despair. Despair has it’s own kind of darkness, you know,” Obi-Wan continued, unable, unwilling to stop despite the horror and pain in Xanatos’ eyes. Xanatos put his arm around Obi-Wan, while staring into his eyes. “Enough, Obi-Wan. Don’t torture yourself.” Obi-Wan shook his head, a few easy tears, leaving nearly no trace of their presence, falling down his cheeks. “I dreamed a memory, tonight. I was with a friend of mine, and I didn’t have a command at the time. We went . . . on this mission. To make a route that the Jedi could go through without anyone the wiser. The Council began to sense danger to all of us, the Jedi – the Sith, I imagine – and they ordered it made. “I don’t even remember what the name of the planet was called. Or the name of the man we murdered,” Obi-Wan said contemplatively, the tears still slipping down. “We decided, together, that the lives of the Jedi were worth more than his. And while he screamed for mercy, we cut him down with our lightsabers. Garen – my friend – said we should share the ultimate responsibility, and so we struck him down together. And then we buried his body where no one would find it.” He paused. “I remember . . . I remember afterwards, we couldn’t find a place to stay while we waited for the return of the Republic vessel, so we slept in the streets, in a back alley. We were filthy and tired, half-cracked mentally . . . and I remember thinking, is this what we are now? Because we certainly don’t seem to be Jedi anymore.” He laughed thinly. “Obi-Wan,” Xanatos began, pulling Obi-Wan into his arms. Obi-Wan continued in the barest whisper. “I thought to myself, then, that we had lost the right path, lost in the confusion of war and death. And we were deluding ourselves that we were better than them, better even than the Sith.” He turned his face away from the blank nothing he had been staring at, and met Xanatos’ eyes. They were shiny with unshed tears. “We were worse. They did evil in the name of evil; we did evil in the name of good.” “Obi-Wan, that’s not true,” burst from Xanatos. “And you know what I think now?” Obi-Wan asked relentlessly. “I see this place, so peaceful, and I know that someday there’s going to be war here, too. War like I’ve seen. Whether it’s in two years or two thousand. And I wonder, will you even be prepared? I know we weren’t. We didn’t know what we were getting into – we didn’t know that we wouldn’t be able to handle it.” He pushed away from Xanatos slightly, though the other Jedi never loosened his grip. “Obi-Wan, you – the Jedi – were in a difficult situation, untenable even –“ Xanatos started, only to be interrupted. “We didn’t know,” Obi-Wan insisted. “And we learned too late. Don’t you see? Our detachment – our aversion to attachment – cost us our ability to care in the middle of a war. You have to care in war, things have to be more important to you than being a Jedi, than doing your duty . . . because otherwise you lose sight of the things you’re supposed to be fighting for. We lost sight, and we lost ourselves, Xanatos. We became worse than our enemies in our struggle to be above it all.” “Obi-Wan –“ “And I see the same thing here.” He paused, but Xanatos chose to listen. “I see . . . a peaceful, beautiful universe. And I know it’s not bound to last. Because sooner or later, as generations pass, things change. The galaxy messes up again and again. Sometime in the future, there will be a war. And the Jedi will be there. But . . . what will they be doing?” Xanatos looked at him, speechless. “You’ll make the same mistake we did,” Obi-Wan said softly. “Attachment is a great asset as much as it is a great danger.” He smiled sadly. “Can’t live with it, can’t live without it.” Xanatos was clearly in turmoil. Shock and horror were the dominant expressions on his face, but realization was quickly coming to the fore. “And what if you’re right?” he whispered. Obi-Wan shrugged. “Balance means many things, I think. And I think it changes, from universe to universe.” Xanatos shook his head. “What?” he said in confusion at the apparent change in topic, and Obi-Wan belatedly remembered he knew nothing of the Chosen One prophecy. Well, he would likely learn of it soon anyway. “That,” Obi-Wan stated calmly, “is where Anakin comes in.” -----signature----- MS Word is designed by sadists with masochists in mind. - teh atty my recent Atton (KOTOR2) fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/30335989
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PadawanKitara Registered: Dec '01	Date Posted: 4/3/04 6:04pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~UPDATED April 3!~})
	Great Chapter -----signature----- Courtier of the Royal Order of Shambling Dufi We are Dufi...Resistance is Futile! UCLA BRUINS
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RosyRedFinguredDawn Registered: Jan '03	Date Posted: 4/3/04 6:07pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~UPDATED April 3!~})
	Wow, again. That seems to be your goal, wow inducing. Obi-Wan was so eloquent is this chapter. He was starteling, and true. It was refreshing. I can't imagine what Xantos must have felt listening to this. My favorite part was when he analized evil done for good and evil done for evil. The former is a question every philosophy has deal with, and its good to see the Jedi are no different. Thanks for the oh so enjoyable post. ~Rosy -----signature----- Through the New Dawn -Complete- Valin Halcyon into Hal Horn http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=12224235&replies=2 Compost Happens Therefore, Recycle
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Knight_Aragorn Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 4/3/04 7:31pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~UPDATED April 3!~})
	Fantastic post!! That dream sequence was so haunting. And Obi-Wan's words afterwards were intriguing indeed - especially what he said about balance changing between universes, and about the Jedi view of attachments. Hmm...I sense interesting events looming!!!
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obaona Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 4/4/04 4:55pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~UPDATED April 3!~})
	PadawanKitara: Thanks. RosyRedFinguredDawn: Thank you. My goal is to get this mammoth done. But I think this post is one of the best things I've ever written. That's probably my favorite part as well - I had a single line, spoken by Obi-Wan, and the rest of the post was built around that. And I thought it would be an interesting thing to tackle, as well as help determine where the story would go. Thank you, again. Knight_Aragorn: Thank you! I had to go read something happy after writing the dream sequence. The part that you noted is very important to the story - and the end of the story - so keep it in mind. Yep, there are interesting events looming indeed. -----signature----- MS Word is designed by sadists with masochists in mind. - teh atty my recent Atton (KOTOR2) fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/30335989
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Jenny_The_Jedi_Girl Registered: Jul '01	Date Posted: 4/4/04 6:48pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~UPDATED April 3!~})
	I think this is where it stoped last time -----signature----- Lover of: Obiwan, Anakin, Quigon, Xani, Des, Ji, Shai, Adair, Hale, Lorcan, Enovan, Eitan,Tamir, Kyran, Garen, Briggs, Quinlan. Star Wars freak and Lord Of The Rings freak! Master of the evil beanie babies.
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KatarnLead Registered: Oct '02	Date Posted: 4/4/04 10:47pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~UPDATED April 3!~})
	Could it be? Could it really be? Could we be up to where it got left??? -----signature----- I am a penguin... Oba won my pants!
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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 4/5/04 12:08pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~UPDATED April 3!~})
	Obi-Wan shrugged. “Balance means many things, I think. And I think it changes, from universe to universe.” Xanatos shook his head. “What?” he said in confusion at the apparent change in topic, and Obi-Wan belatedly remembered he knew nothing of the Chosen One prophecy. Well, he would likely learn of it soon anyway. “That,” Obi-Wan stated calmly, “is where Anakin comes in.” WOW! Intense post! Garen and Obi killed a man? Hmmm...this requires a change in perspective. I mean I understand their motives, but Obi and Garen? Great story, hope to see an update soon! -----signature----- R.I.P John, Alex, Jason, and Christian Never forgotten Soldiers' Angels http://soldiersangels.org/ 2114 soldiers waiting for someone to care
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obaona Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 4/6/04 12:23pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~UPDATED April 3!~})
	Jenny_The_Jedi_Girl and Burkie - nope, not quite there yet, but close. VaderLVR64: Yes, this is a very intense post. I felt that even when I was writing it. As for Obi-Wan and Garen, I wanted to show what war and the destruction of nearly everything could drive them to. Under what circumstances would a Jedi commit murder? It was something interesting to explore. And thank you. -----signature----- MS Word is designed by sadists with masochists in mind. - teh atty my recent Atton (KOTOR2) fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/30335989
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kayladie97 Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 4/7/04 12:27pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~UPDATED April 3!~}) - Date Edited: 4/7/04 4:26pm (1 edits total) Edited By: kayladie97
	I loved the bit with Xanatos saying he is the authority on all things Obi-Wan! That just cracked me up, although there's a lot of truth in that statement. I think Obi-Wan and Xanatos have really bonded. I loved the talk with Padme and Obi-Wan, how he knew that they had kissed...so sweet! “Maybe it’s not fate or destiny . . . but I don’t think it has to be. It’s strong enough on its own.” LOVED that line! Just awesome. It would be so easy to say that Anakin and Padme are fated to be together, but I think this is even better! And Yoda is on his way back. Can't wait to see what he has to say about this whole mess! Again, I envy how smoothly you take us from the lighthearted banter between old friends to the seriousness of Obi-Wan's dream. Truly heartwrenching, that was. Makes you stop and think about how we all would react in similar circimstances. I've never hit anyone in my entire life, but would I kill someone if they were threatening Jacob? In a heartbeat. Dealing with the aftermath? Well, that would be a little more complicated, but in that moment, I wouldn't be thinking of the consequences. I suppose I differ from Obi-Wan in that respect in that he DID think of the consequences and knew it had to be done anyway, but I love the way you showed us how this still haunts him. And again, I think the bond between Obi-Wan and Xanatos deepens even more with Obi telling Xanatos about what happened. “We were worse. They did evil in the name of evil; we did evil in the name of good.” So, so sad!! Imagine how this must have tormented Obi-Wan all these years! And to know that he fears the same kind of thing happening in this universe... Somehow, we knew it would all center around Anakin, didn't we? Can't wait for more and I think the new stuff is just around the corner, am I right? Edit: Hey, this is my 400th post! -----signature----- My new philosophy of life (borrowed from Elvis Presley) "The sun's down and the moon is pretty. It's time to ramble."
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In_Luv_wit_kenobi Registered: Dec '03	Date Posted: 4/8/04 3:15pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~UPDATED April 3!~})
	star wars sucks Nyah!!!!!!!!!! -----signature----- He attacked everything in life with a mix of extrordinary genius and naive incompetence, and it was often difficult to tell which was which.
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In_Luv_wit_kenobi Registered: Dec '03	Date Posted: 4/8/04 3:19pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~UPDATED April 3!~}) - Date Edited: 4/8/04 3:20pm (1 edits total) Edited By: In_Luv_wit_kenobi
	Ah damn. i left the computer on post and went to the washroom and my stupid 10yr old sister posted. Sorry about that. What i wanted to say was that the chapter was breathtaking. very realistic, very Obi-Wan. I loved the part where he says that in their craze to be above it all they were worse that their enemies. EDIT: can't spell. -----signature----- He attacked everything in life with a mix of extrordinary genius and naive incompetence, and it was often difficult to tell which was which.
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obaona Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 4/12/04 6:17pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~UPDATED April 3!~})
	In_Luv_wit_kenobi: Thank you. I think that's one of my favorite parts. Will update soon. For why it's been so long, see sig. I'm still recovering (and still very drugged up ). -----signature----- MS Word is designed by sadists with masochists in mind. - teh atty my recent Atton (KOTOR2) fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/30335989
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PadawanKitara Registered: Dec '01	Date Posted: 4/12/04 6:21pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~UPDATED April 3!~})
	they let you escape? feel better -----signature----- Courtier of the Royal Order of Shambling Dufi We are Dufi...Resistance is Futile! UCLA BRUINS
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