'You could have been the Chosen One! It was said that you could destroy the Sith, not join them! You could have brought balance to the Force, not leave it in darkness!'

'I hate you!'

'You were my brother, Anakin... I loved you. Sol loved you...'

---

Sol remained on the platform next to the Naboo ship's ramp. C3-PO had already warned Sol that they should leave Mustafar as the rivers of lava had risen from the fall of large tower. The stream was angry, and the fumes of volcanic particles would soon clog the skriff's engines beyond repair. There was also the urgency for Padme to see a medic, even though her vitals were showing to be stable. But Sol insisted that they wait for at least a minute longer, which turned into several minutes.

'That Artoo unit can only keep Threepio at bay for so long,' Revan said as he descended the ramp to where Sol stood. 'We need to go, Sol.' 

Sol didn't answer and continued to stare out to the river that took the two fighting Jedi with its current. She watched as if the two blue lightsabers would reappear, and their wielders would be all smiles after fighting out their frustrations. But this was no friendly spar, and it was likely that neither would return. Sol couldn't bare to think of that outcome and continued checking into the Force for the light that was still dwindling. She found relief in the fact that there was still the sense of good in its realm, and even though the dark had grown significantly in the past days, the light still fought for balance.

'Please, Sol, let's at least-'

'Shh!' 

Revan went to gasp at his cousin's rude silencing, before he followed her gaze to see the reason. A figure walked along the riverbank with his head hung low and his hair whipping in the hot wind. The walk was lonesome and as he arrived on the platform and Revan gulped at the telling face that the Jedi held. 

'Sol...' Revan turned to begin consoling the woman beside him, but she fled from his side.

Sol rushed to meet Obi-wan halfway and clenched her hands into fits in front of her chest. Her fingers threaded together and squeezed until her gloved knuckles turned white. Tears had already formed in her purple eyes, but she held them at bay with the hope of an unlikely surprise. The woman looked up at the Jedi Master and clenched her teeth together to stop a pre-empted sob from falling from her lips.

'Obi?' she whispered as she clung to the last shred of hope she had. 'Where's Anakin?' 

Obi-wan lifted his head and met the glassy eyes of the young, vulnerable woman. He felt a similar pain to when he held Master Qui-Gon in his arms as he asked Obi-wan to take Anakin in as his student. Sol reminded him of himself with her trusting look and pleading face. But he wouldn't dare compare himself to her, as that would be an insult. Sol was good, and had the will to hold on to the thought that anything could return to the light. Obi-wan had fallen far and believed that he was responsible for the fall of the Republic. Obi-wan thought that he was a traitor.

'I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Sol...' 

Anakin's lightsaber was clutched in Obi-wan's raised hand and Sol's head fell to look at its silver cannister. Along with his own lightsaber on his utility belt, Obi-wan held the weapon out and forced back the tears that threatened to fall from his weathered eyes. He couldn't believe that he had done what he thought he never would have to do. Master Qui-Gon trusted Obi-wan to guide Anakin to his correct destiny, and at the time, it was thought that he was the Chosen One. But Obi-wan hoped that his Master could see that there was no way that Anakin was the prophesized saviour to bring balance to the Force. And because of this, the galaxy was in turmoil. 

Sol's fingers trembled as they took the cannister from Obi-wan's hand. She didn't need to wipe her eyes to know that she was crying, as it was a feeling she had grown to expect. As her fingers wrapped around the handle that used to be held by a gloved, bionic hand, Sol hated the aura the weapon held. It held the many lives that Anakin had taken for the good and contained the fall of the Republic, and it symbolised what Obi-wan had done. Without Anakin's presence beside his lightsaber, Sol felt emptiness as she held his prized weapon.

'We must go,' Revan said to Obi-wan, hoping that the man had the sense that Sol lacked in this moment. He glanced back towards the skriff and saw C3-PO waiting in the hull with a conscious Padme by his side. When Obi-wan looked in their direction, Padme cupped her mouth and turned to head back into the ship with a quiet sob. 

Sol didn't look up when Obi-wan stepped forward to take hold of her shoulders. He turned her to face the ship and her feet shuffled willingly. Obi-wan wrapped an arm around the quivering Jedi and started guiding her towards the ramp. Revan rushed ahead to help in the cockpit since Padme had burst into tears and was in no state to fly a ship. 

Obi-wan heard a sniffle before the sobs began. He gripped her shoulder and held Sol tight against his side up to the hull. The cool air should have made them sigh in the relief of being away from the burning lava river, but there was no relaxation in the skriff.

The ramp retracted into the hull and the ship hummed to life. Obi-wan tried to keep the crushing guilt and regret from his mind, because if he let it take control, he would spiral into the shadows of the dark side. Where fear and loss lived, was where the dark side grew. It's where Anakin found his solitude and where Darth Sidious was able to find his power. Obi-wan couldn't follow the same path, even if he longed to dull the pain that churned his stomach. 

Sol wordlessly stepped away from Obi-wan's hold and lowered herself onto the bench in the white corridor. Obi-wan knew that he couldn't say any more than he already had and turned to head towards the cockpit. On his way, R2 appeared from behind a sliding door and caught the Jedi Master as he passed.

'Where's Master Ani, Obi-wan?' he beeped with his red and blue lights flashing on his panel. But once again, he was ignored. It wasn't intentional, but Obi-wan didn't have the energy nor the words to explain to the droid why his master hadn't returned to the ship.

With a sad boop, R2 turned to head down the corridor in hopes of catching a conversation about what had happened. He didn't see the woman who was sat on the bench with her back to the padded walls and with her hands clenching the lightsaber of his fallen master. 

Sol's shoulders shook and her eyes clenched shut. The idea of never seeing Anakin again was unbearable, yet it was real. She had nothing but the memory of the way the corner of his eyes used to crinkle when he smiled, the way he smelt like fresh cucumber and honeysuckle, and the way he used to look at her when no one was looking. She would never see his beautiful clear eyes that would soften at the mere sight of her, and she would never hear his teasing that would accompany his heart-warming chuckle. 

'Oh, Sol...' Padme lowered onto the bench beside the quivering Jedi. Although her throat was still sore and she was feeling a light dizziness, Padme didn't hesitate to put her arms around Sol and lay her head on her robed shoulder. She didn't want to force her into an embrace, as she seemed to be focused on the lightsaber in her hands. Padme knew whose it was and sufficed with resting the side of her face against Sol's shoulder as a sign of comfort. But her own tears fell, and the two women wallowed in their sorrows together. 

'He can't be gone,' Sol let out through her sobs. 'I can sense it. There's still good in him.' 

Perhaps she sensed the twins in her stomach, as they emitted a light that would soon bring hope to the galaxy.

--- 

Anakin was injured, but not dead. Obi-wan couldn't bring himself to land the fatal blow that would ensure that Anakin wouldn't be able to continue in his pursuit of the dark side. He made a choice to walk away as his best friend succumbed to the lava's flames on the side of the riverbank. After severing his legs and his remaining arm, Obi-wan left thinking that Anakin would die from his wounds. But as if the Force willed it, the flames only took part of his body.

Through groans and painful cries, Anakin used the last limb he had attached to his body to inch away from the river. The silver hand clawed at the dirt and heaved what was left of his charred body up the incline of the bank. Smoke wafted from his destroyed robes and his eyes remained the sickly yellow that were surrounded by a ring of deep red. His face had survived the flames but below his chin was a mess of raw skin and weeping wounds.

'Anakin! Anakin!'

He was barely able to lift his head to his Master that stood where Obi-wan had once been. With his black hood over his head and with two clone troopers beside him, the Chancellor made his way down the slope to retrieve his apprentice.

'He's still alive!' he cried once he spotted the yellow eyes and heard the grunts of pain. 'Get a medical capsule, immediately!'

'Yes, sir. Right away!' 

The clones turned away to head back to the shuttle in a hurry. Darth Sidious lowered down beside Anakin in hopes that the dark side of the Force would keep Anakin living until they could get him to a medical centre. But to ensure his survival, the Sith Lord placed his hand on the sweating forehead of his apprentice, who had turned on his back to ease the stress in his muscles. He began to assemble the midi-cholarians of those who had perished in Order 66 and place them into his groaing apprentice.

'S... Sol... where is Sol...' 

'Rest, my apprentice,' the croaky voice of the Chancellor said. 'You must save your strength.'

Anakin's face was filled with anguish at not only the pain in his body, but at the thought of Sol leaving Mustafar with Obi-wan. Even in his delirium, Anakin thought about the hesitancy in Sol's attacks in the control room of the now melted tower. She didn't want to fight him, meaning that there was still something in her that believed he was good. Sol was naïve, and Anakin knew it was only a matter of time before he saw her again. 

'We will find her,' the Chancellor said, and Anakin was able to shift his yellow eyes to look to his Master. 'You will take what you desire, and we will become even more powerful when the light of the galaxy turns to the dark side.'

Anakin thought of Sol being by his side in power and glory. Dressed in black and with blazing yellow eyes, Sol would be beautiful in the dark side. What was innocent and light, would become lustful and powerful.

As Chancellor Palpatine soothed his burns, Anakin made it his goal to find Obi-wan, and to take Sol for himself.

---

'It's alright, Artoo. We'll see each other again.'

'But why do you have to go so far? You know how my wheels get clogged with sand. I hate it there.'

'Maybe Padme can give you some upgrades in the meantime?'

Sol let out a small chuckle at the beep that signified the droid's unimpressed scoff. She straightened her back from its bent posture and turned to C3-PO. The gold droid stood with his arms in their permanent bent shape and looked at Sol through his glowing eyes.

'I'll miss your manners, Threepio,' Sol said with a sad smile.

'And I will miss yours, Madam Sol. You were the politest Jedi I ever knew.' 

C3-PO bowed his head to Sol, and she tried to not let the emotions flow. She was so emotionally exhausted that she didn't want to cry, sob or even be so happy that tears slipped out of her eyes. She wanted time where she was in a neutral state of feelings so that she could focus on the simpler things in life. Emotions had ruined Sol, and she could live without emoting for a while. Maybe it would cleanse her system and Sol would have less of a passion about painful things. 

At a landing platform on Naboo, Sol stood with Obi-wan to bid goodbye to all that she knew. It was unfortunate that because of the circumstances, Sol wasn't unable to experience the planet that Sol had dreamed of visiting again. They were on a strict schedule to avoid being seen by anyone who was on the hunt for the remaining Jedi in the galaxy. Sol couldn't risk seeing the beautiful waterfalls or the magical city of Theed while a bounty was on her head. And not only this, but there was only one place in the galaxy that Sol and Obi-wan knew they would be safe, and it was on the Outer-Rim. Their flight plan was set, and they needed to hurry, as the longer they stayed, the more in danger they put Padme and themselves in.

'Please contact me when you're at thirty weeks,' Padme said as she took hold of Sol's hands. 'I'll send a midwife droid in a capsule-'

'No, that's too trackable,' Obi-wan cut in from beside the two. 'We'll find somewhere in Mos Espa by that time.'

'But it's not safe there-'

'We'll find somewhere.' 

Padme sighed at the man before she turned to face Sol again. The senator was dressed in a white gown with a silver headpiece on her head. She would be attending a meeting after the Jedi departed about the happenings on Coruscant, and would no doubt be questioned about her past associations with the Jedi Order. Obi-wan had already discussed with her about the correct things to say, and that she was to be as disconnected to the Jedi as she could be. Sol and Obi-wan wanted her to be safe, and if that meant renouncing her loyalty to the previous Republic and her friends, then so be it.

Obi-wan and Sol had ditched their Jedi robes for basic civilian clothes. With long robes and visibly worn wraps underneath, the two looked like anyone else that would be seen on the Outer-Rim planet. But they would keep their lightsabers on their utility belts underneath their robes, and only use them when the situation was dire. They couldn't reveal themselves, as it would be safe to assume that the Empire already had eyes and ears everywhere.

'Hopefully we will see each other again before then, anyway,' Sol tried to ease Padme's worry. She tried to smile, but it felt wrong. Instead, she squeezed Padme's hands as a sign of her affection. 

'Stay safe and under the radar,' Padme said, lowering her voice to make sure it only reached Sol's ears. The woman nodded in return, before she turned to head to the civilian ship that Obi-wan would fly across the galaxy.

Padme watched with a heavy heart as Obi-wan waited for Sol to climb the spaced-out ladder into the hull. The ship was old and rundown, but it would do the trip that needed to appear as inconspicuous as possible. It had no weapons and could only just jump to hyperspace, but it was low-key, and that's what Obi-wan and Sol needed. If they were to fly under the Empire's radar, they could make it to the desert planet safely. 

'Goodbye, Obi-wan. Goodbye, Sol,' Padme called out as the two disappeared into the hull. She stood with C3-PO and R2, who were sad to see the two Jedi leave and go into hiding.

'May the Force be with you.'

As Padme's words drifted into the air, the ship rose from the platform and soared into the sky. The classic architecture and naturistic views would be swapped for hills of sand and two blazing suns, but the journey was necessary. The ship disappeared into space and Padme sighed loudly before turning to head inside where Senator Bail Organa waited for her. 

Obi-wan prepared the ship to jump to hyperspace as Sol sat in the passenger seat. She wanted to sigh in an attempt to release the heavy pressure on her chest, but it would be futile. She didn't want to leave Padme and she especially didn't want to have her twins on the desert planet of Tatooine, but she had no choice. If she wanted to have her children without the Empire and its evil leader knowing, Sol had to go to the one place that he would never go.

'Master Yoda said that he hopes your children are healthy and that the birth is unproblematic,' Obi-wan said as he worked the controls. Sol scoffed humorlessly.

'He would say that...' Sol tried not to bitter towards her Master that barely spoke to her before he left Coruscant. 'I suppose he didn't say where he was going?'

'No. But I think it's best that it stays that way.' 

Another ship appeared on the right of the wind screen and Sol turned her head to look into its cockpit. She let the corner of her lips hitch at the sight of the pilot and turned to the control panel when a voice sounded from its speaker.

'I suppose this will be the last time I'll see you before the twins pop out,' Revan said from his cockpit. 'I'll send an encrypted transmission. Stay safe, you two.'

'You too, Revan. And may the Force be with you.'

'And with you.' 

Sol watched Revan's ship tilt to the side and soar off in the direction of Concordia. He was going to take the time to investigate his lineage now that the Order's forbidden rules of attachment were no longer relevant. Sol was happy to hear that Revan was going to take advantage of his freedom, even if it was brought at the expense of the Republic. But the Shan said he would be in contact for when Sol gives birth and would be there to make sure that everything goes to plan.

'Are you ready?' Obi-wan questioned and Sol looked from the windshield to the Kenobi. His face had changed since Mustafar, and Sol couldn't remember when she last saw him smile, but she could say the same about herself, so she didn't hold it against him.

'Go ahead, Obi.'