Saga (AU) Fallen Angel - SiriWan

Title: Fallen Angel
Summary: Siri has changed. The old Siri is gone. But will Obi-Wan managed to get her back into the track again? Or is she doomed forever?
Genres: Tragedy/Hurt/Comfort
Category: AU
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi and Siri Tachi

I hope that you will enjoy and love this story. I want to thank you ruth baulding for helping me to begin the story, so this first chapter isn't my work. And I want thank you Obiwan456 as my second beta. Enjoy!

Fallen Angel

Chapter One

Some said the world would end in ice; some said in fire. But Iris Ichatachi favored neither opinion, her views on the matter forged against the unyielding anvil of bitter experience. The world, should it crumble into ruin, would sink beneath a tidal wave of smothering Dark, laughing maniacally as it drowned in its own blood.

In the meantime, she preferred to hasten the advent of her own personal apocalypse by means of drink, again neither fire nor ice. The toxic blend of fermented ixchtlatl and Chalcedonian rum slid into her twisting belly with a burning coolness, a numbing salve that almost – but not quite – muted the stirrings of long forgotten yearning.

Her hand went unconsciously to the place just below her belt – the tender stretch of skin where, beneath her close-fitting energy-dispersal bodysuit, the soft skin puckered in a thin scar, a memento of her attempted suicide so many years ago.

She had been young then, thinking her life was at an end merely because her heart was broken. The mewling and self-righteous fools who had saved her, calling upon their occult healing arts to salvage a broken soul from the embrace of peace, hoisting her from the sweet arms of oblivion back to pain-wracked waking, had done her a favor in the end.

They had made her live – and so, had taught her that Emptiness was a power and principality unto itself, a Code and a Way more seductive, more enticing than even the first, luminous object of her infantile passion had been. She had been rebuffed by Light, twice: first when it refused her heart and then later when it refused her death. Wandering in exile, she had found refuge in the Dark.

She had watched the republic slowly crumble into ruin – a slow destruction neither of fire nor of ice, but of inevitable rot and the cancer of obesity and age. And she had watched the tides of war rise relentless, looming blackly over the galaxy's horizon, fire pitted against ice, abomination against soulless abomination, factory-born men against mechanical puppets, empty empty empty, every one of them, a gnawing horde ravening and devouring everything in its path.

Even the Jedi. Even the Light. Eventually, there would be nothing left.

And they would have peace.

She demanded another drink of the barkeep, smiling coldly when the fellow did not ask for payment. His wide eyes flicked to the weapon hanging at her side, battered and stained but lethally real, and he shuffled away leaving the bottle on the polished counter before her. She filled her glass to overflowing and watched the amber droplets spill upon the grimy surface, poison seeping past the crystalline walls of its prison.

She could feel him coming, even though he was well-shielded. So. It had come to this. She wondered, idly, whether it would be fire or ice, or neither, and downed the burning liquid in one go, slamming the empty glass upon the bar before pivoting upon the unsteady stool to face him.
"So. You found me. Took long enough, Kenobi."

His eyes – those eyes! – took her in, then spat her out again, rejecting what they did not wish to find, like a child which turns over a rock to find a serpent coiled beneath. They rested momentarily on her 'saber hilt, then settled, with all the finesse of studied distaste, upon her face. She stared into their depths, into blue-green ice crusted over pools of limpid fire.
Gods. It was to be both, after all. Her knuckled whitened, fingers closing round the smooth hilt of her weapon.."It's been a long time."

One of his brows twitched upward, sardonic. "How many lives have you taken in that time?" he asked, voice as velvet and husky as ever. A thread of pain girded it now, just as silver faintly adorned his beard, his temples. He wore premature grey well, in body and soul. Her belly stirred. "How many have you killed?" she shot back. "General?"

He winced, and the pain resounded across the Force, echoed in her viscera.
Wearily, he moved past her and poured himself a drink. A mere finger's breadth of liquid, the priss. He tossed it back insouciantly, the elegance of his movement masking some inner turmoil.

"Have the rest. I'm finished," she offered.

He set the glass down, disdainful. "Yes, you are. I've come to arrest you. Or, failing that…" he trailed off, gaze slipping into an unfocused distance she knew to be anything but a sign of inattention.

"Failing that, what?" she laughed. "Walk away again, like the coward you are?"
Instantly those eyes were focused again, glittering seas momentarily revealing a near two-decades' of buried regret. Fire smothered in ice, melting the façade from within until only this most fragile shell remained, the thinnest ephemera of duty. And yet, it held. "I will do what I must," he murmured, the words edged in murderous ice, laced with raging fire. Control. Conviction.

She leaned backward against the bar, arching her body suggestively. "Why don't you start where you left off, then?"

He did not move. Of course not; a Jedi never started a fight… though he could finish one. She slid off the stool and closed the gap between them. "Coward," she taunted him, raising one hand to brush at the unfamiliar beard, the familiar freckle on one cheekbone, the tiny scar on his left temple, the thick sweep of hair behind. Her fingers closed hard, twisting among the strands. The end was nigh, the manner of destruction hers to choose..

She began with fire.

He tasted of spice and sweat and the alcohol and Light. And he let her have her fill of it, poison overflowing the fragile bounds of control, intoxicating as the fermented brew. She drank deeply of this last draught, savoring the forbidden honeyed warmth of it, belly and thighs thrilling with molten fire.

Fire.

And then she released him. "I'm not coming with you," she said. "And you're not walking away this time."

Ice. Blue and terrible, the two saber blades leapt from their hilts.
TBC.

 

Adalia-Durron: Can you fix the title for me? It should Angel, not Angle...


Edited as requested.

 

Thanks.

 

For you who read my story, please review and tell me what you think. Thank you.

 

This is stellar. I can't wait for the next chapter. Please, tag me when you update, Ken.

 

Thank you, RKS. I'll tag you when next is up.

 

Thank you so much for the reviews, it means a lot to me. As you can read from the beginning of chapter 1 that the first chapter isn't my work, but this one is. So it will be a lot of diffirences and it's a lot more shorter. I'm not a professional writer, you know. Enough talking, enjoy this chapter as you enjoyed chapter 1. ​

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Chapter Two​

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They knew it was going to be fight between them, a fight that will never end. Some in the bar hid behind the counter, some ran out in panic. In the end, there was only Iris and Obi-Wan that stood in the middle of the floor, with their lightsaber activated.​

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"Why, Siri? Why?!" Obi-Wan asked. "You weren't like that before!"​

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"Stop calling me Siri, Kenobi! My name is Iris! Not Siri!" Iris said angrily, and standing in a ready-for-combat-position.​

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"I don't care what your name is and who you are, you are and still will be the Siri Tachi that I once known. And my feelings for you will never change! Never!" Obi-Wan said in a heart breaking voice.​

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Iris acted like she didn't hear what Obi-Wan said, instead she walked toward him with her lightsaber swinging back and forward.​

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"Don't do this Siri! It's not..." Before Obi-Wan could finish his sentence, Iris attacked him. He blocked the strike easily, but the next attack came so fast that he had to take a salto to get away.​

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"Die Jedi, Die!" For each words she said, he could feel the anger and hate raise. An anger that he had never felt before, not from her.​

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Iris tried to push into a corner so that he couldn't escape and so that it would be easier for her to finish him. But he is to smart to fall into that trap, Iris thought to herself. Too smart.​

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Their strikes and blocks continued, and their muscles were screaming stop. But it continued and continued. Until Obi-Wan struck a strike that he would regret for the rest of his life.​

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It just happened. Iris continued to strike him, and Obi-Wan continued to block. All happened too fast, so fast that only a trained Jedi could follow. He saw the opening, he saw the chance, and he took it. Without thinking, he cut her main nerves in her right arm and her left foot with his lightsaber. And it all ended with a scream, a terrible scream. It was over, Obi-Wan thought.​

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"It's over, Siri. Don't fight anymore. Come with me back to the Temple, and we will help you." Obi-Wan said, deactivating his lightsaber.​

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"Never! You guys betrayed me before! I'll never come back to you! I'll rather die here then come with you!" Iris shouted, trying to stand up. But it just ended with that she fell on the ground.​

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"Please, Siri. Don't fight anymore." Obi-Wan said, coming closer to her and tears on the corner of his eyes. "I'm just trying to help you, not hurt you!"​

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"Go! Get out of here! I don't need your help!" Siri cried out.​

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But Obi-Wan didn't listen to her, so he came down to her height and rapped his arm around hers, and pulled her up.​

But Iris resisted his help, so she fell on the ground again.​

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"Please Siri! Please!" Obi-Wan said, tears falling down on his cheek.​

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But before he could do anything, he heard a sound flew by his ear. A sound that sounded like a shot.​

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TBC​

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Rainbow Knight Star: Chapter 2 is up!!! Enjoy it.

 

Whow,! What a chapter. Was that really a shot? What will happen to Siri? I can't wait to find out. Please update soon, Ken!

 

Thank you Rainbow Knight Star! I'm working on chapter 3 now. This one is a bit tricky, so it'll take a bit long time to get it up. But I'll get it up as soon as possible.

 

I loved him wrapping his arms around her He is so good our Obi, I know he can save her

 

I know. Even though Ruth had made a bit dramatic, I couldn't stop myself to out some romance in it. That wouldn't be me. I never write a story withouyt romance.

Thank you for your review. I'm glad that you loved it.

 

Rainbow Knight Star: Chapter three is up. Sorry for that you have to wait that long.

AN: I'm deeply sorry for the delay. I have been lazy and school hasn't given me a day off. But now that it is summer holiday, I have finally got the chance to post again. But before we dive us into the story, I want to thank you Valairy Scot, ruth baulding and Obiwan456 for the beta. And of course the followers, for you guys' patience. I hope that this chapter has been worth waiting.

Enjoy!

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Chapter 3​

Obi-Wan didn't know what to do, he just stood there, in shock, in panic... In front of him lied Siri, or Iris as she called herself, with a big spot of dripping and soaking crimson under her chest. It was blood. It was as red as fire. She was shot...What should I do?! What should I do?! He just stood there, his muscles locked tight. He felt like living rigor mortis – just as stiff, just as frozen as if all life had fled his limbs.

"Obi...Wan" Iris said in a painful tone.

"Don't talk Siri, save your energy. I'll get you to the Temple as fast as possible. Just don't talk." Obi-Wan said, now at his knees, trying to lift Iris up. But she refused it.
"Please Siri!" It felt like that the pain was in his body, not hers. Every inch of it was in his body. Seeing her laying there with the pain, broke his heart.

"No. It's too-late... Let me die here...just let me die here." Iris said, trying to roll away. But she just cried out in pain, grabbing Obi-Wan's tunic as her body shuddered against his. Sweat beading on her face as pain like lightning flashed through her body.

Obi-Wan just ignored her and lifted her up, and took her to his speeder.

"NO! Let me down! Let me down now!" Iris yelled. Because of her determination, it exceeded her pain and she was kicking and hitting at Obi-Wan. Her hand was bruising his cheekbone, she was kicking him in the thigh, trying to make him to drop her. But he didn't, he just held her, no matter how painful it was. Even though it was a sharp burning pain, he wouldn't let her go. Not this time.

And in the end, Iris gave up. She just gave herself into him, felt the comfort he gave her through the Force. The Light side of the Force. It felt strange, to feel it again. To feel an energy field that she hadn't felt for a long time. But in the other way, it felt good too. The comfort of love, of friendship. After so long time, he hasn't changed a bit. Still so stubborn, so selfless.

"I'm far too stubborn to change, even change my mind. You always said that yourself."

"You haven't... changed your mind about me?"

He just smiled. That smiled warmed her cold limbs, as it always had.

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There it was, the Jedi Temple, a home that she once belonged to. A home that she once betrayed. As they drove closer, the Temple zoomed bigger and bigger into their eyes. Iris sighed and thought: it has been such a long time since I left... such a long time.

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Every single battles were endless, they continued and continued. Clones after clones died everyday, innocent people get slaughteredfor things that were never of their concern. Flesh against machines, who would win? Many say that human would, because machines didn't have a heart, but in this war it didn't look like that.

The battle of Bisellia was one of those small battles in this war that went up and down, just like the weather, cold and warm. Innocent people got slaughtered by droids, no matter who they were, young, old...it just didn't matter.

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"Master Kenobi, return home you have, safe and in one piece." Yoda enunciates in the voice seldom heard out side of the Council, and with a bit of sympathetic in it. "And bring Siri back, you have. Hm?"

"Yes, master. But we must bring her to the Healing Center quick, she has been shot." Obi-Wan's voice stuttered a bit and with a bit of panic bleeding through his voice.

Yoda tapped lightly with his gimer stick against Obi-Wan's leg with an advisory "Calm down, you must, Obi-Wan and hurry – follow you to the Healing Center I will."
Together they walked their way to the Healing Center, with Siri laying in

Obi-Wan's arm, half of her body in reality and half in death.

tbc...

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AN: Please review and give me suggetions on what you will like to see on the chapters that come afterwards. Chapter 4 is on its way! - Siri-Wan

 

This is great JMK! That last scene with Obi-Wan's voice failing him is telling. You can use Yoda now to remind Obi-Wan about Jedi and attachments.

 

Thank you for the review, Darth_Furio. Or I can use Obi-Wan and Siri to tell the entire Jedi Order that attachments isn't that bad after all.

 

Super intense.

Love the imagery of fire and ice; the tortuous path Iris/Siri has been on. Wow! Looking forward to more. And I love Obi-Wan, who like Luke, is bursting and saturated with Light and compassion.

 

Thank you for the review. I must say that I'm pretty impressed by how the story worked out after I took over.

Right now, I'm trying to find my path back to chapter four again...which I haven't found in a couple of days...

 

Hope you're doing ok Jedi Master Kenobiwan looking forward to more from you!

 

I'm doing great, just that I'm having a fantacy breakdown right now...

I think I will have chapter five by the weekend, hopefully. I can tag you when it comes out, if you want to.

 

That would be great! Thank you.

 

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Hello everybody! First of all, I'll thank you you all for the reviews, it means a lot to me. And second, my betas are busy so I went for it alone this time. If you find any english mistakes, please point them out. I write the stories to inprove my english, not just for fun.

Please review and tell me what YOU want to see in the next chapter.

Darth_Furio and Rainbow Knight Star

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Chapter 4

It has been two days since Siri was brought back to the Jedi Temple after she was shot. And things haven't got any better.

"She is giving up, master Kenobi," the healer has said.

"Giving up? Why?" Obi-Wan asked, trying all he could to hide his emotion.

"I'm not sure. But I can feel through the Force that she is slipping away slowly, day by day," the healer tapped on a datapad, and she continued "She is getting worse."

After a small moment of silent, Obi-Wan asked "May I go in?"

"Of course."

Just as he was about to enter the room, the healer added "If you see any sign of small movements on her or any other kind of changes, either good or bad, please do not try to do something about it yourself. Call the professionals."

"What makes you think that I will do anything like that, healer Stance?" Obi-Wan smiled.

"I have heard about what happened on Lanteeb, master Kenobi," healer Stance smiled back.

"Oh, that... I learn from my "mistakes", I can assure you."

"Mhm," was Stance's easy reply, and with that she marked the end of their short conversation. And Obi-Wan walked into the room, hoping that the person he still has feeling for will wake up, so that they maybe can have a proper friend-to-friend conversation, once again. Because he got a feeling that both of them needed it.

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The room was dim when Obi-Wan entered it. Only a small lamp, which stood on the desk beside Siri's bed, lit up the room.

What a romantic place to have a conversation, Obi-Wan thought. But it is better than a gundark's cave, he sighed and walked slowly and silently to the bedside.

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Darkness is a horrible place to be surrounded in when you are in a situation like mine. It is bad enough when you have to fight the person you love again and again, not to mention being shot at the torso on top of that. (…)

That's when I wished I was not surrounded by the darkside, but the light. Unfortunately, it is too late, I am a fallen angel, just like Lucifer. It is just that he won't understand it, he is just too stubborn to do that. He is too stubborn to do anything, actually. His "foolishness" makes me wonder why his parents didn't call him Oafy-Wan in stead of Obi-Wan, because it really fits him... sometimes.'

For everytime I failed to kill him, I blamed myself. I blamed my soft heart. I blamed me for not having the right courage to do it. My emotions for him fly back everytime I meet him, and they will take control over every part of my body. I try to make my mind clear, to put my mission before my emotions, but I just can't! There is a part of me that wants him to live, that wants to love him. But there is of course the other part that wants him dead! It is like water meets fire... boom!

The emperor has given me clear order to kill him, but sometimes I'll doubt if I really can do it, like a real Sith, kill him without even blinking. The doubt for if I still am in love with him is the real barricade. I think I am still in love with him, but I... I am not sure.

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Standing by the bedside, Obi-Wan could finally see Siri in another perspective, something that hasn't happened in months. She surely looks more beautiful this way. More peaceful too.

"Siri, if you can hear me, there are something I will like to tell you. Something that I never got the chance to say it properly to you," standing there, he held her face with his blue/grey eyes. "I don't know about you, but after our conversation about how to proceed with our feelings for each other in The Room of Thousand Fountains, my feelings haven't changed a bit. I know I said that I would put my emotions away and follow the Jedi Path. But... but I don't think I can. No, I know that I can't. I simply can't."

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Bisellia, a star system in a galaxy far, far away, was just another system that felt under the Separatist's hand after months of pointless battles. And the people...they paid a huge price for it, a price that never should have exist.

I knew how the war ended, because I was there. I fought besides my Jedi friends and the clones. Day after day, weeks after weeks, months after months. I saw them, slaughtered in front of my eyes, and I couldn't do anything to help them.

We Jedi are peace keepers, not war generals! We have been peace keepers in millennium of years. Why should we change it? Just because one jedi, ONE single Jedi, ordered an entire clone army?!

This is wrong...this is wrong from the beginning...

tbc

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AN: School is on its way again, so I'm afraid that chapter five will be delayed...I'm deeply sorry for it. I'll try to do my best to get it started and done.

 

Another great entry! This makes me think that George may have missed an opportunity to really show how Obi-Wan could have had a love interest in the Prequel Trilogy, and in contrast to Anakin, not pursue it. This would further show his commitment to the Jedi Order.

 

Thank you, thank you very much.

Indeed, but as many of us know, Obi-Wan is just too stubborn to admit anything. Maybe I can manage to talk to him around.

 

Loved the shifting and conflicting POVs. I hope Obi's words registered on some level and that Siri's gentler emotions win out eventually.

 

Thank you for the review.

Your hope has been registered.