I promised I would start reposting this at the beginning of June. So although it is mid-June its still pretty close (terrible excuse, I know). I've decided as I had a chance to go through this to update some of the things that were inconsistent with Revenge of the Sith (since I had begun to write it before its release). I'll try not to overdue the changes, but I do want to expand some scenes that I think will serve the story well if they were added. But essentially the plot will remain the same. I don't know if I will continue to Requisite of Time and Ravages of Time as I'd like to finish some of the other fics I've started and recklessly abandoned. But it might happen, especially if people wish it. I'm also working on original fiction so I can't make any promises. My plan is to post the updates for Repercussions of time at least once a week, I hope to do twice a week as there isn't much that needs changing. Now here it is. End author ramblings. Chapter 1 Hatred and anger, they had seized him like a disease, touching upon his every nerve, until he was ablaze with emotion. It was this that drowned out all else in him. All love, all empathy, was forced out by the power of his dark energy. And that energy needed a conduit for its escape. Obi-Wan Kenobi, the man who had raised him from childhood, who had taught him, and furthered his skills in the Force, was the object of his outlet. Oppressive heat surrounded them, the air shimmering its palpable essence. Angrily their lightsabers came together, straining against one another. Each man was lost on a wave of emotion that could not be tamed. Darth Vader reveled in the look of abject desperation so conspicuous in his old Master's eyes. This was not the calm Jedi facade that Obi-Wan had drilled into his head from their first moments together. The Jedi Master was gone and in his place stood only a man. Darth Vader had reduced him to nothing more than a man with a lightsaber. “Where is your Jedi calm now, Master?” Darth Vader asked mockingly, watching for the reaction in those red touched azure eyes. With a burst of strength, Obi-Wan threw Darth Vader's blade from his own. “Don't speak to me of calm!” His voice was ragged and haggard by the heat that stole moisture from everything around them. “You've betrayed everything I ever taught you. Everything you believed in.” Shaking his head with a feral smile, Darth Vader replied, “Never. I never believed in your words. You were my tool, my old Master. A means to an end.” The pain and hurt that lanced through Obi-Wan's eyes was as addictive as any drug and Darth Vader yearned for more. “You crafted me at my will. You killed a Sith and you made one.” “No!” Obi-Wan exclaimed. Raising his lightsaber high, he leapt, his blade cutting a vertical swath through the air, aiming straight for Darth Vader. The younger man rose his blue blade to meet that one which matched it. Coalesced light, sparked and sizzled as each of them fought for dominance. Darth Vader batted his old Master's lightsaber away with a swift, one-handed stroke, then brought his free, mechanical hand to Obi-Wan's throat, squeezing the life and breath from the man. Slowly, he lowered Obi-Wan to the ground, the Jedi Master gasping as his lightsaber blade was brought closer and closer to his neck. At that moment, so close to murder, something paused in Darth Vader. He wasn't sure exactly what it was about Obi-Wan's face, composed in a mask of struggle and hopelessness, but his resolve melted. His hesitance in dispatching the man before him, proved how dangerous the weakness still inside of him was. In a reverse move, Obi-Wan butted the hilt of his lightsaber into Darth Vader's face, shattering his nose and causing the younger Jedi to backpedal, nearly falling into one of the rivers of molten lava surrounding them. Gingerly, Darth Vader brought the fingers of his flesh hand to his nose. When he pulled them a way, blood spotted his fingers. “You'll pay for that old man.” “Is this what Qui-Gon saved you from slavery for? Is this what I trained you to be? A puppet to Palpatine,” Obi-Wan asked, between air sucking gasps. “No, more than either of you thought me to be,” Darth Vader countered. “I am power.” Shaking his head, Obi-Wan argued, “You'll be nothing. A soulless shell.” He squinted past the sweat and the blood. “What would Padme think of that, I wonder?” “It doesn't matter,” Darth Vader argued, forgetting the blade in his hand. “It does,” Obi-Wan hitched on a cough. “It does matter, Anakin. Because if you continue on this path, there is no turning away from it,” Obi-Wan swayed, limping toward his former apprentice. “You're better than that. Fight against Palpatine's cunning words, find the truth in his lies.” He will act as your friend. He will pretend that you can be saved, but trust me Lord Vader, he is your enemy now, Lord Sidious had warned him of Obi-Wan. Kenobi and the Jedi have used you to their hearts content, pulling you away from the ones you loved. Don't let their cunning words sway you. “You're a liar,” he hissed, with a baleful glare. “You've always lied to me, Obi-Wan. You promised one day I'd see my mother and she'd be proud of what I'd become.” “Do you think she'd be proud of this?” he exclaimed, belligerent. The cold metal of his lightsaber, despite the heat thrumming around them, suddenly made itself known and Darth Vader charged, their battle resuming once again. “You didn't know her. You never took the time to care.” Obi-Wan could not have answered if he had wanted to, Darth Vader beat at his lightsaber was his own sapphire blade. You are strong, my young apprentice. He will be no match for you. Palpatine understood the power burgeoning inside of him. Palpatine knew he could do great things with that power. He could control death with it. His and those around him. Through a river of heated a rock, a smelter of a planet, they continue their fight, a vicious dance survived only by hoping from decaying pieces of metal and hitching rides on energy field protected droids. It was a precarious battle, one made more precarious as the divide between them physically grew smaller and the gulf between them emotionally grew impossible to cross. With a twist of his blade, Obi-Wan disengaged from the battle and backflipped onto a nearby embankment of black ash and rocks. He stepped back and lowered his blade a little. Darth Vader sensed his resignation, the slump of singed shoulders. He took it as defeat. “This is the end for you, my master.” “It’s over, Anakin. I have the high ground,” Obi-Wan said. Stubborn as ever, still trying to sway him away from the one thing that might bring him peace and joy. “You underestimate my power.” Obi-Wan’s face crumbled in despair. “Don’t try it.” Vader prepared for his leap and felt the Force answer his command. Satisfied with his approaching victory he jumped. He sensed the danger too late, when a bright flash of light shattered the red haze of Mustafar and something hurled into Anakin, tossing them both to the lava rock below. It took a moment for the newly minted Sith apprentice to realize what happened. That’s when he saw him. A boy had knocked him out of the battle with Obi-Wan. He had red-gold hair, long and wavy like his own, eyes the color of the sea, and though he could not have been any older then seventeen, he was battle hardened, and scarred. On either side of his hips blasters sat holstered, plus one strapped to his right thigh. A lightsaber dangled from his utility belt, yet he was not dressed in the standard Jedi garb, but was clad in a simple black unisuit. Vader struggled to his feet, hurriedly searching for the lightsaber that had gone skittering at the boy’s interference. Obi-Wan was warily coming down the hill and it wouldn’t be long before the battle would renew. The boy shook his head and reached out his hand. Anakin’s lightsaber struck his palm not a moment later. From behind Vader, he felt Obi-Wan’s cautious presence. Not a second later, Obi-Wan’s lightsaber joined Anakin’s in the boy’s hand. “Who are you? What are you doing here?” Both Kenobi and Vader were momentarily distracted from their heated battle by this new arrival. “My name is Ben...” and the blue-green colored eyes settled on Obi-Wan before flicking back to Darth Vader... “Skywalker. I'm here to rescue you."