Interlude II . 7922.653 to 8012.xxx to 7930.234 CRC
Interlude II. 7922.653 to 8012.xxx to 7932.234 CRC
There was a sleeping master in the lower levels of the academy.
He was a few levels lower, under the crèche dormitories, in an area that was otherwise empty, though it clearly had hosted more crèche dormitories and masters once upon a time. Not that little Obi thought about all this – all he knew was that the other children were too loud, and his dreams too strong for them.
So very young, he learned to sneak out when the dreams were too violent, to find a place where he could find his calm.
That place – was in the sleeping master’s room.
There was something very familiar about the man – not about his looks, quite the contrary, little Obi had seen some people with red-skin, but never quite like this man was.
But in the Force, he could feel the other as if he were a part of himself.
So, again and again, when the dreams came, and the children started to cry around him; when the crèche master was startled awake by dozens of young Force sensitives that had to be calmed down, consoled and put back to sleep — little Obi found his way back to the sleeping master.
The crèche master had been worried at first – but then, old, green, wrinkly master Yoda had followed him on one of his escapades, and found out where he was hiding.
“Found my old crèche master you have, young Obi Wan.”
Little Obi hadn’t even know master Yoda had a crèche master!
He couldn’t even imagine master Yoda as a youngling – rumors around the temple said that the Grand Master was so old he’d always been there – this would mean that the sleeping master was even older!
With time, little Obi grew older.
He learned quickly how to raise shields that would prevent him from projecting his nightmares around.
He didn’t need the sleeping master to help with the dreams anymore – but he had problems with his temper now, that was hot and quick to rise, something that wasn’t particularly seen positively by the Jedi Masters.
So young Obi Wan kept on visiting the sleeping master; talking to him about the troubles he was having, about how annoying Bruck Chun was, or his worries as his thirteenth birthday came closer and closer, and no master chose him as padawan.
It was as a padawan that Obi Wan came back; having nearly died several times along the way, left the order to fight in a war that pitched children against their parents, and learned about how cruel the galaxy could be.
Obi Wan was born for war, he’d finally realized.
His nightmares had been visions, something the elder masters had realized a long time ago, but he’d finally understood on Melida/Daan, when he recognized some battle scenes as coming from his dreams – too late to change the outcome.
And as a war leader – he’d thrived, having an instinctive understanding of strategies leaders with decades of experience sometime struggled with, proving himself a born leader.
This – wasn’t what a Jedi was meant to be.
Still, Obi Wan grew up, becoming senior padawan – somehow always ending up in dangerous situations.
For months, he was lost in the meanders of the Mandalorian civil war, falling in love along the way – maybe because Satine was so much against war and violence, when himself struggled with how easily he thrived in it.
To try to alleviate his struggle, Obi Wan relied heavily on the rules and regulations, on the council of the elder Jedi – trying to hide from all, even himself, just how unorthodox his real abilities and opinions really were.
Light and Dark Side, suppressed feelings or over-reliance on them – to Obi Wan, all of it was merely the Force, and what truly mattered was what people chose to do with it.
Of course, saying something like this would be akin to heresy – so the senior padawan kept his opinions to himself, only sharing them with the sleeping master hidden under the Crèche levels.
Knight Obi Wan would realize years later — that he was precisely the kind of Jedi needed in these days and age.
The Jedi order was dying, slowly teared apart by an invisible hand that somehow only him could see for years.
By the time the rest of the order finally realized what he’d known all along, it was too late.
War had ravaged the galaxy.
His own padawan had fallen to the Dark Side.
The Jedi Order was no more.
He hadn’t been able to say goodbye to the sleeping master – this was one of his strongest regret, strangely enough.
Sometimes, in the desert, when deep in meditation, he could nearly feel the other. It took him years to realize that he really was feeling him – that somehow over the years, he’d naturally formed a bond with the sleeping master.
His master’s Force ghost hadn’t been surprised about the revelation. But, just as stubborn and mysterious in death than he’d been in life, he’d refused to answer any questions exiled Jedi Master Obi Wan had about the sleeping master he shared a bond with.
The galaxy had fallen into darkness, and it took all his skills to hide young Luke’s presence as he grew, and shone brighter and brighter in the Force.
Obi Wan was aging prematurely. The death of all the Jedi had taken its toll on him, as had the harsh weather of Tatooine and the constant effort expanded to protect Luke, and even Leia, despite the distance that separated them.
Finally, war and destiny caught up with them – Luke’s family was killed by the Empire, a message from his sister had reached him…
It was without any regret that the old fool of the Wastelands sacrificed himself, denying Darth Vador the pleasure of killing him, and letting the two youngest Skywalker escape.
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Obi Wan was one with the Force, and it was finally evident why the sleeping master’s presence echoed so keenly with him – both of them were part of the same being after all, two halves of the same coin.
War.
Obi Wan remembered now – he was War, and the sleeping master was the living vessel of the powers he’d once foolishly forsaken.
But he hadn’t come alone, he remembered.
“Now isn’t her time.”
The diminished god startled, then greeted, “Mana.”
“War.” a warm smile, “Shadow has already changed things tremendously in this galaxy.” a smile, “But some things, you alone can do.”
“I’m dead.” the Force ghost couldn’t help but point out
Mana smiled, gesturing at the Force ghosts around, generations of Force users, watching as the fate of the galaxy played out in the mortal realm.
It was Anakin, and not Vador, who joined them in the dream world, the laugh familiar as his former padawan couldn’t help but comment, “To think after all these talks about Fate and Chosen One, you were a god all along!”
“ I didn’t know, did I?” War protested, easily falling back in the rhythm of years of friendship
The light mood didn’t last.
Years went by quickly, Luke making great stride in restoring the Jedi.
Falling far too easily into the same trappings as the Jedi of old.
Then darkness rising again.
“They still don’t understand what Balance is.” Mana explained sadly
“I’m sorry.” Anakin said, clearly contrite, “It was my job to understand, and teach the galaxy…” a shrug, “Instead I lost myself in the lies of Sidious, failed in my destiny, and left the burden on my son’s shoulders.”
“You were given a task too hard to accomplish alone.” Mana contradicted with a sigh, “You did your best, my child.”
“But it was not enough.”
“It wasn’t.” the goddess agreed, “Yet it could be.”
Anakin and War shared a curious glance, then turned their attention back toward the goddess.
“When she incarnated, Shadow gave me the authorization to meddle with her powers, and the blessing she’d been given by Time&Eternity.” Mana said, the Force starting to swirl around them in a way unlike anything they’d ever witnessed
Anakin and Mana's voice grew distant, as voices did in this realm between life and death when one wanted to speak privately. War could only see his padawan's focused expression, then surprise — a nod, and the two were turning toward him.
“Don't think too badly of me, master.”
“Never.” the god promised, somehow knowing it was important
A relieved smile lit up the Chosen One's face — the last thing War heard was, “And do me a favor. Don't let me grow up as a slave again.” Then the Force swirled around him, memories, both his and others, surged. If he had a body, War would have stumbled under the onslaught of thoughts and feelings.
War’s grasp on his consciousness slipped, and the world around him disappeared.
When Obi Wan came back to his sense, several things hit him at the same time.
First – he had a body again.
Second – the Force felt lighter than it had in decades.
Third — he had the niggling feeling he was forgetting something.
And finally — there was someone calling him, the voice belonging to a Jedi he knew to have died decades ago.
4316.165.9 CRC – birth of Arya Lunika on Benduday (5th day of the week) of the 6th week of the 1st month of the year 4316 while in Hyperspace (3661 BBY / -7 ATC)
4320.412.0 CRC – Fluffy Mooka boarded, death of Sayah and Leelai Lunika, Arya Lunika registered to the Korriban Academy as “Jen’Nwit” (Little Shadow) by Darth Arkous (3657 BBY / -3 ATC)
4322.742 CRC –Arya saves Lyn’Me, they become sisters (3655 BBY / -1 ATC)
4323.273 CRC – Arya Lunika escape the Korriban Academy and is recruited by Cipher Eleven (3654 BBY / 0 ATC)
4325.323.0 CRC – Deaknal (Born from the Wind) Raheth (Sandwalker) adopts Arya Lunika (3652 BBY / 2 ATC)
4328.444 CRC – Return to the Empire, Deaknal promoted (3649 BBY / 5 ATC)
4330.974 CRC – Lyn’Me escapes Korriban (3647 BBY / 7 ATC)
4331.165.0 CRC – re-birth of Padfoot, Arya leaves Dromund Kaas on her first solo mission (3646 BBY / 8 ATC)
4331.721 CRC – finding of the vergeance and re-birth of Blanche on Lothal (3646 BBY / 8 ATC)
4332.211 CRC– finding the vergeance of Ossus (3645 BBY / 9 ATC)
4332.231 CRC– return on Dromund Kaas (3645 BBY / 9 ATC)
4332.315 CRC– mission on Nal Hutta starts (3645 BBY / 9 ATC)
4333.164 CRC– arrival of Ketan Seva on Nal Hutta (3644 BBY / 10 ATC)
4333.333 CRC– Arya becomes Cipher Seven (3644 BBY / 10 ATC)
4333.923 CRC– Darth Arkous becomes a member of the Dark Council, Deaknal is promoted from Keeper to Minister (3644 BBY / 10 ATC)
4334.233 CRC– Dash.a Ellan becomes a Privateer for the Republic (3643 BBY / 11 ATC)
4334.762 CRC– War starts again (3643 BBY / 11 ATC)
4334.943 CRC– re-birth of Kagetsu (3643 BBY / 11 ATC)
4334.954 CRC– death of Sel-Makor (3643 BBY / 11 ATC)
4335.625 CRC– birth of Jela’Me, son of Lyn’Me and Xenloth Nor (3642 BBY / 12 ATC)
4337.172 CRC– death of Vitiate’s Voice in the Empire (3640 BBY / 14 ATC)
4340.835 CRC– battle against Revan (3637 BBY / 17 ATC)
4340.064 CRC– destruction of Ziost (3637 BBY / 17 ATC)
4341.174 CRC– Eternal Empire offensive (3636 BBY / 18 ATC)
4341.342 CRC– Arya wakes up (3636 BBY / 18 ATC)
4341.461 CRC– visit on Tython (3636 BBY / 18 ATC)
4341.512 CRC– defeat against the Eternal Empire, death of Darth Marr, Arya in cryostasis (3636 BBY / 18 ATC)
4346.364 CRC– Arya rescued and waked up (3631 BBY / 23 ATC)
4346.415 CRC– battle of Asylum (3631 BBY / 23 ATC)
4346.061 CRC– journey to Odessen’s core (3631 BBY / 23 ATC)
4346.074 CRC– Firebrand’s assault on Zakuul’s infrastructures (3631 BBY / 23 ATC)
4347.122 CRC– Arcann’s retaliation (3630 BBY / 24 ATC)
4347.413 CRC– assault on Zakuul (3630 BBY / 24 ATC)
4348.272 CRC– battle against Tenebrae (3659 BBY / 25 ATC)
4351.xxx CRC– Arkous starts living on Tython (3656 BBY / 28 ATC)
4383.xxx CRC– death of Deaknal (3624 BBY / 60 ATC)
4408.xxx CRC– death of Xenloth and Lyn’Me (3599 BBY / 85 ATC)
4439.xxx CRC– Aayla’Me becomes Grand Master (3568 BBY / 116 ATC)
4517.xxx CRC– death of Aayla’Me (3590 BBY / 194 ATC)
4568.xxx CRC– Arkous takes Arya’s pod to Coruscant (3539 BBY / 245 ATC)
6945.354 CRC– birth of Fay (1031 BBY / 2621 ATC)
6976.xxx CRC– Ruusan Reformation, Fay gives up her lightsaber (1000 BBY / 2652 ATC)
7080.075 CRC– birth of Yoda (896 BBY / 2756 ATC)
7919.653 CRC– birth of Obi Wan Kenobi (54 BBY / 3598 ATC)
7930.234 CRC– return of Obi Wan Kenobi (54 BBY / 3598 ATC)