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Jaded_Rose Registered: Nov '06	Date Posted: 2/7/07 7:47pm Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch3 posted 020707 Temple Reactions
	The Force wailed with the discordant sound of a broken heart, raw pain bleeding into it for the merest moment before Terzah wondered if he had imagined it, so quickly gone it was, but the Force still shuddered with the aftereffects of grief that had ripped through it. The emotion had been immediately controlled, hidden behind shields, the source of the pain now almost impossible to trace. That was so sad! Though really, the word sad doesn't do it justice. Heartbreaking is more like it. And no Obi torture, eh? That didn't last long! J_Ro -----signature----- The pen is mightier than the sword, if it has been sharpened to a fine point, dipped in deadly poison and thrown from ten feet away. But really, you're better off with a sword. -America, The Book
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Luna_Nightshade Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 2/7/07 9:12pm Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch3 posted 020707 Temple Reactions
	Such gorgeous and beautiful descriptions of everyone's reactions to Obi-Wan's "death" (and thank you for that note... it is so much better when you know that the character isn't really dead. Now I can just enjoy all the angst). I don't really have much else to say about that--my heart broke with each new character exposed to Obi-Wan's death, but particularly Siri. I can't imagine. sigh And Padawan Terzah, what a horrific and beautiful job all rolled into one. Amazing work, V_S. When you cut loose, you really know where to hit a reader. So, so sad, but gorgeous. I can't wait for more. Much Loved it as always. -----signature----- It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.
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obsessedwithSW Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 2/7/07 10:52pm Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch3 posted 020707 Temple Reactions
	The man moaning, he suddenly realized, was himself, and the man was indeed in pain. “So, the despised Jedi awakes,” a harsh, cold, and feminine voice spoke from somewhere above him. Obi-Wan licked his lips, trying to force words out through a raspy throat – he wondered just what had happened and how long ago; just how did he come be in the hands of Asajj Ventress? He had a very bad feeling about this. oooh! I want to now more about Asajj's captivity of OBi-Wan! Plase include me on your pm list! thanks -----signature----- Yes Darth Maul -bring sexy back! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JW8kOYvwVng Avid SiriWaner ! Stories in Bio
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Valairy_Scot Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 2/12/07 12:52am Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch3 posted 020707 Temple Reactions
	Fifilla: Wow! I loved this! (unny, I just added that the night before posting. The whole chapter was awesome, I feel so sorry for Siri, Yoda, Mace and Anakin, but especially for Padawan Terzah - poor boy! – Yeah, I should do a viggie from his POV. VaderLVR64: Aw, it took you that long? Earlybird-obi-wan: With a Siriwan, I needed to get some Siri in, right? Ascal_Elessar: Fantastic, your descriptions are beautiful, I especially love the ones of obi-Wan. Thanks! JediMasterJessica: Awww, I felt so bad for Siri. It's rough on them all. Noelie: Very touching. It would be so hard to recieve that news for almost anyone at the Temple. And yet, Jedi after Jedi die. That has got to be hard. J-RO: That was so sad! Though really, the word sad doesn't do it justice. Heartbreaking is more like it. And no Obi torture, eh? That didn't last long! – Do you mean that ½ page was Obi-torture? What I meant is that I’m not going graphic – there’ll be some mention of stuff (can’t help) but I’m not going into graphic details of what she did or how. Your imagination will have to supply that. I’m going for the after effects – raw throats from screaming – type stuff. That’s what I meant by going light on the Obi-torture. Luna: Such gorgeous and beautiful descriptions of everyone's reactions to Obi-Wan's "death" Thankee, I tried. obsessedwithSW: Asajj is going to do lots of nasty stuff which you’ll have to imagine. I’m going for the horror of his situation as opposed to the graphic detail of what is done to him. Think Hitchcock (not in his league, of course) vs bad slasher movies with gore and screams everywhere (don’t watch ‘em, have no interest, etc.). Notes: Didi and Astri Ono are from JA. And I finally got Padme to be Padmé. Chapter Four. A Hero is Remembered Out of respect for Obi-Wan Kenobi’s padawan’s insistence that his master was still alive, the bond not severed, the Council had held off declaring Master Kenobi dead or scheduling a service for him. But as days stretched into weeks, into a month and beyond, the Council decided it was time to honor their fallen comrade, as they had so many others before him. Obi-Wan Kenobi deserved no less. He had served the Order faithfully for years. His humility, trademark good humor and utter reliance on the Force had made him a role model to many. The Council choose a day, one of no special significance other than that it would be the day the Jedi Order said goodbye to one of its leaders. The ceremony would be a quiet, private affair, but when word reached the Chancellor, he insisted the ceremony be public. “Master Kenobi deserves a state funeral,” Palpatine insisted. “The man died a hero. The Republic expects no less.” The Council demurred: all Jedi who died in the war died honorably. They had not had state funerals, nor would Master Kenobi. He would be horrified at the thought of being singled out amongst his fellows, for nothing more than dying while doing his duty. “He was a member of your Council, one of the leaders of your Order,” Palpatine persisted. “He was one of the heroes of the Republic; the citizens expect no less. The Negotiator’s death cannot go unrecognized.” It was then that Yoda spoke up, having let Mace Windu and Ki-Adi-Mundi do most of the talking up to that point. “Unrecognized, you say? Unrecognized? Master Kenobi’s death a blow to many. A great loss it was to us. Grieve for him do I, miss him I do. ‘Unrecognized’ – a disservice to the Jedi it is to suggest that.” The Chancellor looked taken aback at Yoda’s words, for they were spoken in great sorrow. He bowed in head in acknowledgement with an apology. “I beg pardon for my presumption, Master Yoda. I had not thought his loss was so personal to you as the Jedi are presumed to be largely free of emotion.” “A common misconception it is. Display, act on emotion a Jedi does not. Feel, a Jedi must. From feelings come compassion and empathy for others, when the heart it is guided by the mind and Force.” “Ah, yes, a most noble sentiment, fitting indeed for an Order that is devoted to peace and justice. The Jedi Order has long served the Republic well; its dedication is greatly appreciated by those of us also in service to the Republic.” The words of a politician, smooth and bland. Yoda’s ears curled, but he offered mildly, “Understand we do that Master Kenobi a higher public profile than many Jedi. Suggest a compromise I do: no state funeral but open to dignitaries I suggest, such as Senator Amidala of Naboo, those who knew Master Kenobi personally or come from worlds that benefited from his skills as a diplomat. Simple the ceremony shall be, as Master Kenobi would wish, a gathering of friends to say a final goodbye.” ** I am not in denial. I know Obi-Wan is dead. If you know, why don’t you believe? For the same reason Anakin believes he is alive: because our knowing is of our minds, our believing is of our hearts and the Force. We would know, and accept it, if it were true. And that is what makes it so damn hard to get through each day. Even so, I grieve. It was one reason Siri threw herself into the classes she was teaching. Siri was almost too exhausted to think, which had been part of her goal. It had the unfortunate side effect of making it all too easy to feel, which she was trying desperately to avoid. She found instead a new outlet, focusing all her attention on the almost-senior padawans in her training classes. Concentrating on the group kept her occupied as she worked through her conflicted feelings. Sparring had once been fun – in the past. Now, one’s skill with a lightsaber might very well be the determinant of a Jedi’s future. No matter how hard she worked them – how she corrected them, challenged them, perfected their technique, she would never be satisfied. They couldn’t be good. They couldn’t be great. They had to be perfect. Running a hand through her damp hair as she left the training sallé, she stopped short as Master Yoda stood before her, clearly waiting. “Working the padawans hard you are,” he chided her. “Half the class nearly dead from exhaustion.” “Better than dead from a lack of skill,” Siri nearly snapped, but caught it in time. Force, she couldn’t talk that way to Yoda. “Master.” “Wish to save them you do.” Siri pursed her lips. Yoda never failed to poke whatever wound bled the most, likening it to letting the poison out so the wound would heal. “They’re almost old enough to fight in the war. That makes them almost old enough to die. I intend they have the skills to live.” “So greater skill should Obi-Wan have had? Died, did he, a capable warrior when he should have been exceptional – a Jedi of legend?” Yoda had stopped and leant on his gimer stick, eyes staring intently into hers. He saw too much. She formed her reply with difficulty. “I wasn’t talking about Obi-Wan.” Damn him. Damn him for making her think of him. Damn him for dying! “Weren’t you? Died, he did not, for lack of lightsaber skills. Died, he did, saving others. Died, you might say, for having too large a heart.” Yoda waited until Siri nodded, then tapped her shin gently with his stick. “Outside the Temple you should go – mission I have for you, if you wish it. Date chosen it has been for Master Kenobi’s memorial– publicly released the news to be, announcement to be made tomorrow. Wish I do that Obi-Wan’s friends outside the Temple you notify.” Break the news? Tell them their good friend was dead? No, she didn’t want to be the one, couldn’t be the one – but they should hear it from a friend, not from the Holonet. “Dex.” For sure, she would have to let Dex Jettster know. Qui-Gon had introduced the two not long after taking Obi-Wan as his apprentice, and as incongruous as it seemed, the thirteen-year-old human padawan and the craggy and somewhat disreputable huge Besalisk had immediately hit it off. To Qui-Gon’s eternal consternation, Dex invariably snuck the boy a sugar-laden treat when the two Jedi stopped by the diner. Once he had threatened to leave Obi-Wan in Dex’s charge until the sugar wore off – and then had to make good on his word when Dex accepted the challenge. Yoda blinked as he nodded. “Yes. Didi Oni, his daughter, too. Contact Senator Amidala myself I will, as know her well I do and more formal that will be. Touched many lives, did Obi-Wan, learned this from his master he did, and well. Honored we will be if join us they do.” At this time of day, the streets were not terribly crowded. A lack of crowds corresponded to a lack of clientele. Slow, it was always slow between midday and last day meals. Dex’s Diner sat unapologetically, a small one-story building, in the midst of much larger buildings. This section of Coruscant was undergoing “renovation” and Dex figured someday he’d have to move on. Keeping a diner was perhaps the twenty seventh occupation he’d practiced, and it had proved no less work than mining, smuggling, or any of the other occupations he had had. His rough and tumble days were largely behind him, but his four hands were often in the thick of news and the occasional brawl. He had always had a soft spot for the Jedi, even in the days when their ideals and his chosen occupation were, as he liked to put it, “at odds.” They never pulled a fast one on you, never got unnecessarily rough, and were quite the forgiving folk. When he’d decided he was getting too old to hang out around asteroids and the seedier citizens of the galaxy and get “respectable,” the Jedi became some of his best customers. Some of them even became friends. What with the war and all, Dex didn’t see many Jedi nowadays. Always off fighting they were and far too many of them not making it back for a “special.” Dex leaned against the counter, all four beefy arms at rest. He looked up as the door opened and a brown robed Jedi entered. His eyes brightened. “Lass, it’s good to see ya’. Ya’ didn’t bring the kid with you this time,” Dex observed, placing two hands on his hips in pretend outrage. The Jedi threw off her hood. “Let’s sit down,” Siri said quietly. “Sure, sure – you want the special? One special for the Jedi,” he called to the waitress droid and lumbered after the Jedi to a booth, squeezing his bulk into a bench seat with some difficulty. “Ya hidin’?” he asked genially, considering they were in the back corner of the diner, as far away from the scattering of other diners as it was possible to get. “Setting up for a tryst, maybe?” A Besalisk wink was rather a fearsome sight. “I did want some privacy,” the Jedi said succinctly, ignoring Dex’s jibe. “You should know – Obi-Wan,” she hesitated a moment. “Ya’ two kids givin’ up the Jedi for each other? Hookin’ up and galomphin’ ‘round the galaxy? Obi-Wan afraid to tell me hisself?” The big figure chuckled. The thought of any Jedi, let alone Obi-Wan, frightened was amusing. “What?” It was the first time Dex remembered a Jedi showing surprise. “Ya’ two – darn shame you Jedi don’t believe in attachment. Never saw two folks so meant for each other and –“ “Dex!” “Yes, lass?” Dex blinked. He knew that Jedi voice. He took in the Jedi’s manner – and realized she was pretty upset, for a Jedi. He doubted many others would pick up on it. He gentled his rumble of a voice as much as possible. “Yes, lass?” “Obi-Wan hasn’t been a kid in decades, Dex,” she reminded him and took a deep breath. “And now he’s – Dex, he’s dead. Killed, on Jabiim.” “Well, now. Well – darn it, don’t that beat all,” Dex said heavily, his sorrow immediate and deep. “The kid – hits me right in the gut that does.” “Will you come to his memorial service? Obi-Wan would want his friends there.” Dex nodded. “That’s darn considerate of you Jedi. Ain’t many get inside that fancy Temple of yours. Darn war – I’ve known that kid since he was knee high to his master with a voice higher than Qui-Gon’s head. I’m gonna miss that kid. Wouldn’t miss it for nothin’, Miss Siri.” A small notice appeared in the Senate minutes, to the effect that the Jedi Order had listed Jedi General Obi-Wan Kenobi, known as “The Negotiator” as dead. Shortly after, a story made it onto the Holonet. It was a brief summary of his career, ending with the notation that Master Kenobi had been only recently appointed to the Jedi Council. The short story ended the newscast. The story soon exploded, sparked by the Chancellor’s speech to the Senate, thanking those giving those lives for the defense of the Republic, including the “esteemed” Jedi whose death broke up the “remarkable team” of Kenobi-Skywalker and praising the young Padawan for bravely holding up. It didn’t take long for the Holonet to pick up the story and sensationalize it: “The Negotiator” declared dead, “The Hero Without Fear” valiantly struggling on alone though his heart was broken, putting duty and the Republic before his own grief. In the succeeding days, the Holonet was filled with speculation on what the Jedi’s death would mean to the war effort and to his padawan, “The Hero Without Fear,” far away on some unnamed battlefield. Inside the Jedi Temple, the Holonet was ignored, preparations for the funeral ceremony few and minimal. The crematory was aired out and the pyre prepared, but the pyre would hold no body this time. One of the corner spires, the crematory was almost as old as the oldest part of the Temple. Built of rough, natural stone, accessed by wide stone steps, its thick walls were broken by wide openings covered by wooden shutters and its rough floors polished to a smooth shine from generations of mourning Jedi. Here a Jedi was symbolically joined to the Force; the grief of the mourners released in accompaniment to the departed spirit. Here the Force healed those left behind. Against the gray stone walls, colorful bouquets of flowers stood out. Many worlds had cause to remember Obi-Wan Kenobi, and many governments had chosen to show their gratitude with ornate stands of exotic flowers. The day of the ceremony chosen to honor Obi-Wan Kenobi’s life, swollen gray clouds filled the sky beyond the window openings as Jedi filed into the small chamber used for an untold number of years. A place that had seen generations of Jedi released to the Force, it was filled with a silent beauty born of the Force. Rain poured from the sky as thunder boomed in a rare Coruscanti thunderstorm. It was as if the Force itself was protesting Obi-Wan’s death, Bant whispered to Siri as the two Jedi filed slowly in with Garen and Reeft flanking them. As Obi-Wan’s oldest friends, they stood opposite the Council members in the circle. Bant’s silver eyes had gone steel gray and Garen’s normal ruddy face was pale as they faced the pyre. Between the two groups stood government representatives and Obi-Wan’s civilian friends: Dex Jettster, Didi Ono and his daughter Astri, a few other civilians, some who felt uncomfortable among the Jedi and officials and some who felt comfortable in the company. Noticeably absent was Obi-Wan’s padawan. He had refused to attend. The Jedi did not approve, but they hid their feelings as always. Dex looked like he itched to ask why but was too much of a gentleman; the sight of the rough, intimidating Besalisk doing his best to bite his tongue would have been amusing in other circumstances. Astri leaned forward and asked Bant, who diplomatically whispered he was unable to take leave. Astri looked disbelieving, but nodded and passed on the information to her father, who dabbed at his eyes. “I still can’t believe that any one could be so cruel as to lay hands on his person,” Didi’s mournful voice whispered. “So devastated must his padawan be, not to be here.” “Papa, shhh,” Astri whispered as his arms curled protectively around his daughter’s shoulders. She was crying silently; her father a bit louder. The home you find is sometimes the home you were meant to have. Obi-Wan had consoled her with those words just days after they first met, when Astri and he had held vigil for Didi, dying of poison in the Jedi Healers Ward while waiting for word of Qui-Gon, who was a prisoner of Jenna Zan Arbor. Obi-Wan had found his home, his place, with the Jedi. The funeral pyre was empty, empty except for a holopic of the man, caught in an unguarded moment of pure laughter. Predating the beard and post the braid, it was of Obi-Wan about a year or so after his knighting. A Jedi had few personal effects and there was very little of personal merit to stand in place of the absent body. Obi-Wan Kenobi had been incinerated in the blast; not even his lightsaber had been recovered. Anakin refused to let the Council burn Obi-Wan’s padawan braid; he had refused to attend stating his master was alive and he would not lend credence to the ceremony by his presence, and he would honor his master by attending to his duty, staying on Jabiim. “I don’t - not really - believe you’re gone, Obi-Wan,” Siri murmured softly, and beside her, Bant started. “That’s why Anakin isn’t here – he says Obi-Wan isn’t dead, too,” she whispered. “Why do you believe that? I want to believe, but there’s no point in lying to ourselves. We have to face that he’s gone and let him go.” Before Siri could begin a response – how could she say her heart refused to believe what her mind did – Mace Windu stepped forward. “We gather here to remember Master Obi-Wan Kenobi and to release our grief at his passing from this life to life forever in the Force. He died, as he lived, one of the finest examples of a Jedi that the Order has ever seen; the epitome of a Jedi and of a man. He died trying to save his enemies, for Master Kenobi honored life, no matter how insignificant or unworthy it might have seemed, learned this at the side of his master, Qui-Gon Jinn. His was the voice of reason, preferring words to the sword, to offering forgiveness when forgiveness seemed impossible. He was not without fault, for he was a man as well as a Jedi, but he was one of the finest men I ever knew. I am honored to have known him and to have sat in Council with him. He became a friend, and he will be missed. Now that he is one with the Force, he knows peace, and for that, I give thanks. Obi-Wan Kenobi has gone home.” Mace stepped back and Yoda opened his shuttered eyes, blinking sadly. “A finer man and a finer Jedi I knew not, though others his equal are. Wise for one so young, his counsel I will miss. Died too young, he did. Died a Jedi, he did. A finer death could no Jedi have, than to die trying to save others, enemy though they were, for to Obi-Wan, no man or being was an enemy forever. Hoped for the best he did, prepared for the worst. For peace he fought, for peace he lived, and for peace he died. In the Force now he is, found his peace at last he has.” Bant, Garen and Reeft all stepped forward and said their goodbyes to their friend, but Siri could not. She just shook her head when all eyes turned to her; finally, she pressed her lips together and stood with head bowed for a minute. When she looked up, few could tell she blinked back tears. “Obi-Wan Kenobi taught me a lesson his own master once taught him – after many attempts – look closely and you will see that which is not obvious. All life has its own beauty and purpose; sometimes we just have to look within ourselves to see what appears hidden in others. We were nothing but competitors until a mission where I learned to see beyond the duty-bound, rule-obeying padawan to see how passionate he was to duty, not just rules. The rules were the framework, but his dedication was not to the rules, but to the Force. His faith in the Force strengthened with each year. His trust in and reliance on it was utter and complete, and so now I have to take his faith for mine, and have faith the Force did the right thing. It must have needed him. Goodbye my friend.” “Senator Amidala is here as a representative of the Senate,” Mace said, nodding for Padmé Amidala to step forward. Clasped within one elegantly gloved hand, she was holding a single long stemmed flower brought in from Naboo, with sprigs of Haleothe entwined with it, and Siri caught her breath. Master Yoda, too, had known Obi-Wan’s attachment to the vine and what it meant to him, and told the Senator. The simple bouquet spoke more eloquently than the extravagant wreaths and bouquets against the wall. The Naboo rose: loosely coiled petals of deep rose brushed with highlights of rich cream and yellow the color of a golden sunset, set in a bed of glossy veined green with the delicate small clouds that were the flowers of the Haleothe vine. She bowed her head for a moment. When she looked up, the senator showed the composure of one who had spent years in the public eye, but her grief was apparent in the Force and the red rimming her eyes. Among the brown and tan cloaks, her formal finery stood out, subdued though the color was. “As representative of the Chancellor and the Senate, I am here to honor this man, this Jedi, who has fallen in service of our Republic. On their behalf, on my behalf, I thank you, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You stood against oppression, you stood for democracy, and you stood for freedom. “On a personal note, I owe a debt of gratitude to Master Kenobi. Years ago, Padawan Kenobi and Master Jinn helped save my planet. My people had been forced into occupation camps and many Naboo died. With the help of two Jedi, most were freed to live happy lives. Naboo thrives, because of them. Master Jinn died there, and now my friend Master Kenobi has died in the service of the Republic, in the service of peace, on another planet far from here. “Many sentients deserve the title of hero and the gratitude of the Republic, some receive it without cause and some go unnoticed. Many earned their acclaim. I proclaim now that Obi-Wan Kenobi was one of those heroes. Obi-Wan Kenobi fought and he killed, but he fought always for peace. He hated war, but he was a warrior. He fought in the cause of peace, knowing that peace was worth the fight, the pain, and the sacrifices. He was a kind and gentle man as well as a noble and great Jedi. He earned my personal gratitude years ago and I was proud to call him a good friend. I call him hero now; a fallen hero who will never be forgotten. You are missed, my dear friend.” Padmé stepped forward and laid the flowers on the pyre. She brushed her finger tips against her lips and then touched them to the flowers as she murmured a private goodbye that no one heard, but her eyes glimmered with tears. The surrounding Jedi showed no such grief, but they understood it within their hearts. Mace stepped over to a small stand and lifted a lightsaber into his hands and offered it hilt first to Garen Muln, as Obi-Wan’s oldest friend. It was Qui-Gon’s lightsaber, kept all these years by Obi-Wan. He had used it for several years, but the lightsaber never really fit his hand and he had made another, placing this aside in a place of honor. It was, perhaps, his most cherished item. With a muscle twitching in his jaw, Garen ignited the blade, its emerald color glowing in the somber dusk of a stormy evening. He looked to Bant, Reeft and Siri and his silent gesture asked they join hands on the hilt as he touched it to the pyre. A waft of smoke preceded the first flame and soon the pyre was ablaze. Outside the chamber, the setting sun found an opening and its light stretched through clouds and found its way through the embrasures to add its light to the pyre. Light and fire danced intertwined over the all but empty pyre. Shifting light: shades of blue and yellow, deepened into reds and oranges as the flames reached upwards finding nothing but a single Naboo rose wound with Haleothe. Unseen within the twists was tucked a commemorative Naboo coin. After Naboo had been freed from occupation, a series of such had been commissioned. This one showed two Jedi in three quarter profile holding upright lightsabers; the wording stamped on the reverse said: Naboo Liberation: Two Heroes of the Jedi Order Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi along with the year. It was one of a series of four issued: Queen Amidala; “Hero of Naboo,” Anakin Skywalker; the Naboo citizenry, and; the two Jedi. Tears glistened on Didi Ono’s face; his daughter had her face buried in her father’s shoulder while Dex swiped a big hand across his face. They were about the only ones to show the emotion, but the flames caught and reflected glints of moisture in far more eyes. Emotions were no less heart felt for being concealed, for Jedi held their emotions within, not given public display. They mourned the loss of a companion, a friend, and a colleague, and they would release the grief and move forward as their training commanded. The Jedi had said goodbye. Obi-Wan Kenobi was officially dead. On Jabiim, it was nighttime. Rain was pelting against tent walls, great sheets of water cascading down and overflowing the trenches dug around the tents. Those Jedi not on duty were gathered together, their thoughts focused on the funeral on Coruscant half way across the galaxy. Anakin Skywalker was not with them, to no Jedi’s surprise. A meaningless sham, he had snarled, refusing to participate. Obi-Wan Kenobi was best honored by finding him, not mouthing words about him; he had flung and stalked off when the Council’s announcement of Obi-Wan’s formal listing as dead was received. Anakin paced his tent, angry, hurt and confused. He had nothing to go on: no clues, no indication other than his feeling, that Obi-Wan Kenobi was alive. How, he didn’t know. Obi-Wan had certainly been near the blast, if not in the midst of it. He was not a known survivor, and that left only the certainty that he was one of those whose remains were unidentifiable and scattered. But the bond still existed. It trailed off into nothingness, but it existed. Even if otherwise destroyed, the power core of Obi-Wan’s lightsaber should have been found, fused and warped but recognizable. This proved that the rest of the evidence was wrong, but no one would listen. No one would go to Obi-Wan’s rescue, because if he was alive, he was certainly in need of rescue, in the hands of someone who held him incommunicado, cut off from the Force. Orders or not, Anakin might have gone after Obi-Wan, but nothing guided him to a place, to knowledge of what he should do. Knowing his master was alive did not help him find him, and it rankled deep. “Oh, Master, please – I do believe you’re alive,” he buried his head in his hands as he dropped to his cot. “I would come after you if I just knew where to go. I promise, I will find you somehow and bring you home.” On a planet equidistant from Coruscant and Jabiim, a prisoner writhed in pain, wanting nothing more than to die, fighting with all his might to survive. Next Chapter: mainly Obi-Wan -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_resource/b10304/25405090/p3/?52 Prolific Author thread: list & links there. Muse fueled by coffee. Often AWOL despite frequent sipping. 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Gkilkenny Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 2/12/07 1:46am Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch4 posted 021207 The Funeral
	That was sad. You wrote it as though he were really dead. I almost believed you. “Oh, Master, please – I do believe you’re alive,” he buried his head in his hands as he dropped to his cot. “I would come after you if I just knew where to go. I promise, I will find you somehow and bring you home.” Anakin will find Obi-Wan. Brilliant post -----signature----- Proud Padawan to p_stotts Peace over anger - honour over hate - Strength over fear. Links to Stories in my Bio. Obi-Wan forever.
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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 2/12/07 4:11am Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch4 posted 021207 The Funeral
	Wow, that was wonderful. Loved the funeral, especially Padme's contribution. I loved that Anakin refused to participate. Loved, too, that Dex had seen through Siri and Obi's calm to their relationship. Loved this. Anakin Skywalker was not with them, to no Jedi’s surprise. A meaningless sham, he had snarled, refusing to participate. Obi-Wan Kenobi was best honored by finding him, not mouthing words about him; he had flung and stalked off when the Council’s announcement of Obi-Wan’s formal listing as dead was received So like Anakin. Great job. -----signature----- Betrayal - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b1/10935143 updated 11/2/09 jedidas3's Master Merlin - Diplomatic Immunity - http://boards.theforce.net/nswff/b10808/30459852
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Fifilla Registered: Mar '06	Date Posted: 2/12/07 6:16am Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch4 posted 021207 The Funeral
	With a muscle twitching in his jaw, Garen ignited the blade, its emerald color glowing in the somber dusk of a stormy evening. He looked to Bant, Reeft and Siri and his silent gesture asked they join hands on the hilt as he touched it to the pyre. A waft of smoke preceded the first flame and soon the pyre was ablaze. That's where I started to cry I thought I could read it without crying but that chapter was so very sad!!! Great work! -----signature----- "There's always a bigger fish." Fear Of Failure - young Qui-Gon (WIP) > http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/27642896 Padawan to Valairy_Scot
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aabbccdd Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 2/12/07 7:14am Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch4 posted 021207 The Funeral
	OMG! Please add me to your PM list for this! It's great. I loved all the chapters so far, especially the ones between Obi-Wan and Siri. Loved your characterizations and how Anakin knows Obi-Wan is not dead and refuses to attend the funeral. I hope you update soon!
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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 2/12/07 7:24am Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch4 posted 021207 The Funeral
	Absolutely stunning!! The funeral... Wow. I am not in denial. I know Obi-Wan is dead. If you know, why don’t you believe? For the same reason Anakin believes he is alive: because our knowing is of our minds, our believing is of our hearts and the Force. We would know, and accept it, if it were true. And that is what makes it so damn hard to get through each day. Even so, I grieve. And yet it was this simple passage that was my favorite. Lovely! I can't wait for more and to find out what's happening to Obi-Wan. -----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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earlybird-obi-wan Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 2/12/07 7:53am Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch4 posted 021207 The Funeral
	All his friends at the burial Garen, Siri, Bant, Reeft and a nice description of Didi That description of Anakin knowing his master is alive “Oh, Master, please – I do believe you’re alive,” he buried his head in his hands as he dropped to his cot. “I would come after you if I just knew where to go. I promise, I will find you somehow and bring you home.” priceless -----signature----- writer and Star Wars fan FANART [link=http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25793899]fanart[/link] stories in my bio
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corellian-jedi Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 2/12/07 12:08pm Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch4 posted 021207 The Funeral
	“Oh, Master, please – I do believe you’re alive,” he buried his head in his hands as he dropped to his cot. “I would come after you if I just knew where to go. I promise, I will find you somehow and bring you home.” This was a beautiful chapter. The reactions of Obi-Wan's non-Jedi friends were so well written. I look forward to more! -----signature----- In hatred as in love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul.
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JediMasterJessica Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 2/12/07 1:41pm Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch4 posted 021207 The Funeral
	Loved the chapter, It's so Anakin not to go to Obi-Wan's funeral because he doesn't believe. Great use of character there. I feel for Siri, so sad -----signature----- Proud lover of A/P, Siriwan, L/M, & TK/J Yo mamma is so stupid, she thought Jar Jar came with Pickles Pickles
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Ascal_Elessar Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 2/12/07 1:42pm Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch4 posted 021207 The Funeral
	Great chapter, the memorial service was very moving. Can't wait for the next update. Thanks for the PM. -----signature----- "HELLO THERE!" Member of the Obi-Wan Kenobi Fan Club "He's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night and the storm and the heart of the sun. He's ancient and forever, he burns at the centre of time and he can see the turn of the universe."
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Alley_Skywalker Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 2/12/07 3:08pm Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch4 posted 021207 The Funeral - Date Edited: 2/12/07 3:11pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Alley_Skywalker
	Oh I've been waiting for a story like this for a long time! (At least the Obi-Wan and ANakin aspect of it). You know I even managed to not get all teary eyed for the longest time. Of course then THIS came along: "Oh, Master, please – I do believe you’re alive,” he buried his head in his hands as he dropped to his cot. “I would come after you if I just knew where to go. I promise, I will find you somehow and bring you home.” Great job! PM, please? -----signature----- Knight of the Fanfic Order (trained by oqidaun) Master to CodyMonKenobi & mujapple-juicey Proud Obi/Ani shipper! Facades: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/24152038/p1 Class of '09 forever!!!
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Darth_Drachonus Registered: Oct '05	Date Posted: 2/12/07 4:09pm Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch4 posted 021207 The Funeral
	Add me to the update list please. -----signature----- "Take a seat young Skywalker!" "Maybe I'll take yours, Vapaad this you...."
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