Title: Our Honored Dead Author: Valairy_Scot Timeframe: one year post-TPM Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker Genre: short story Summary: It is one year since Naboo was freed from occupation. It is a time to remember, and to honor those who sacrificed their very lives. Note: Written in honor of Memorial Day (U.S. holiday, of course). Dedicated to the innocent bystanders of conflict, for while a "just cause" is defined by each side, there are always those who are caught up in events not of their choosing. Second note: My intent was - well, either a one-shot or a short story - but it took on a dimension of its own. A serious study and reflection - is no longer. It has become a short story with a solemn occasion as the catalyst for the story. It even went slapstick in one chapter which horrified me. I may have to rework that banished chapter into a double-entrendre slapstick skirting-the-guidelines humor viggie, and if I do post it, I may just have to do so anonymously so I don't have to hide my head in shame (says The Sith Stops Here author with an equally horrific chapter 3 not posted because - everyone will know it's me. The banished chapter is possibly Benny Hill meets Monty Python meets risque friends I-am-never-going-to-post-that-chapter-under-my-name-chapter - and I don't even know much about Benny Hill or Monty Python to make that claim). Our Honored Dead Naboo was, he had to admit, a beautiful planet. Soft clouds tantalized with glimpses of verdant green as the ship broke orbit and angled down to the designated landing spot. The capital came into sight ? the broad boulevards and ribbons of silver water interlaced ? the magnificent palace he had wandered alone in his grief. He had never meant to return, but here he was once more, one more being with one more piece of grief to add to the grief of the thousands he would face tomorrow. Obi-Wan?s hands tightened just a little on the control yoke of the small interplanetary craft and he glanced over at the almost-bouncing boy who had leaned so far forward in his seat that his nose smudged the windshield. He needn?t have worried; his padawan?s focus was out there, seeking the presence of another and oblivious to his master beside him. ?Anakin, strap in, we?re landing shortly.? A slim hand gently urged his padawan back into his seat. That got the boy?s attention. Pleading eyes looked at him. ?May I land, Master? May I?? Inwardly shuddering at the thought of an anxious boy barreling towards the landing pad -and Obi-Wan hurtling along with him - the young man merely said softly, ?This planet does not need to witness another tragedy, my padawan.? ?Master!? The boy?s eyes reflected his hurt at the statement, but Obi-Wan continued on as if he had not been interrupted, ?And it would be a tragedy if I should stagger out of this ship and promptly throw up in the midst of our welcome.? What he saw as a possible tragedy was apparently a source of amusement to the boy at his side. ?Yeah, my landings make you just as green as Master Yoda.? Anakin giggled and after a moment, Obi-Wan grinned as well. He could see the humor in the situation after all, from his padawan?s viewpoint. From the viewpoint of their welcoming committee, now - . A low chuckle escaped him. Never in the annals of recorded Jedi history had a Jedi sprawled on the ground before a head of state during a formal welcome. ?I would hate to tarnish Master Yoda?s reputation, and a green Jedi low to the ground, bent over on hands and knees, might be mistaken in the first few seconds for our esteemed master. Not to mention I have no desire to have my ankle get reacquainted with his gimer stick.? ?He hits Jedi? I won?t let him hit you, Master.? Anakin was all indignation now, and belatedly Obi-Wan remembered that Anakin had not grown up with either those jokes or little taps. He tousled the boy?s hair. ?A joke, Padawan. I tug your braid, he taps ankles.? ?