𝕮𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

━━𝑻𝑯𝑬  𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑻  𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑰𝑶𝑹
❝ 𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚, 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩? ❞

━━ 𝘊𝘖𝘙𝘜𝘚𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘛
𝟭𝟬 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀, 𝟭𝟴 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀, 𝟭𝟭 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲𝘀

𝕬 𝗙𝗘𝗪 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗𝗦 apart, while a traitor is setting up their game and while mother and daughter are still playing chess surrounded by obsidian mountains, the sounds of busy people and muffled conversations echo throught the halls of the jedi temple. Light brown pillars tower up above the heads of the Jedi, creating a wide open space filled with beams of sunlight and an aura of peace – an oasis of calm and wisdom, so distant from Coruscant's busy sounds.

A Jedi is crossing these halls, mahogany leather boots sinking into the red carpet with every step. He is clothed in robes of different shades of brown which rush through the air behind him while his blue eyes scan the temple.

They have seen terrible and beautiful things, those blue eyes, have seen war and death and soldiers dying, they have seen cruelty too brutal to be measured. They have been blurred by tears as he watched his master die - and yet, they remain gentle. But he has also seen countless planets with those eyes, has seen space and the stars, the nebula of kaliida and cities just as amazing. So there is wisdom in him, drawn from countless missions and studied texts in the archives of the Jedi.

The lower half of his face is covered by an auburn beard, and all this together creates a remarkable face, one that was well known by now in the galaxy: the infamous Obi-Wan Kenobi - Jedi general in the clone wars, his blue lightsaber a sign of hope for the republic and of doom for the separatist armies.

Peacekeeper. Warrior. Two so different things that seem the same in these times, because no matter which side you are on, no matter if you are fighting for peace, you remain a fighter, you remain violent.

A conflict that burns like acid through the ranks of the jedi, furher and further with every day, feasting its way through ancient tradition and rotting moral.

But Obi-Wan is willing defend the ways of the Jedi until his last breath.

There is a certain strength in being gentle and patient, and he has mastered this strength like nobody else. Even with a seat in the jedi council and with being one of the order's finest Jedi, he remains humble enough to still learn, to still be lectured.

A peacekeeper tossed into a raging war, a gentle soul amidst a storm of rage and fury. The negotiator. Infamous for his diplomatic way of solving conflict and for his values as a general on the battlefield once his diplomatic ways come to a dead end. His legs are tired from all the fighting and the lightsaber is heavy in his hands, stained by blood of thousands, but he still goes on.

And so does the enemy, sand colored, robotic, emotionless – they don't lose like he does, how can they when they have never been really alive? Machines don't lose, but the armies of the republic do. Brothers, comrades, friends.

Obi-Wan has returned to Coruscant a few days ago, the leather of his boots are still stained with the turquoise dust and dirt from Christophsis – the fights there have been longer than anticipated.

And now he is ready for his next mission, wherever it will take him.

A few minutes later the doors to the Jedi council chamber open with a gentle hiss, revealing the circular room and its maginifcent view upon Coruscant's skyline. The chamber and the temple's sacred towers are high in the pale blue sky, only accompanied by golden clouds and ships zooming through the air. Beneath them the clear morning sun has turned the city into a landscape of glistening metal surfaces, shining like fresh droplets of water - an endless jungle of steel and glass stretching out as far as their eyes can see. Speeders hum through the streets and inhabitants of all species crowd the sidewalks, the city buzzing with busy life as always.

Most of the seats are empty, but the rest are filled with flickering blue holoprojections of Jedi masters far away or flesh ones, all awaiting Obi-Wan's arrival.

"Obi-Wan. My heart with joy and relief it fills, to see you here," Master Yoda speaks to his left. The green creature is from a species unknown, but extremely powerful in the ways of the force and one of the greatest jedi the order has ever had.

"Your next mission is awaiting you." Master Windu, sitting right on Yoda's left, leans forward. A hologram appears in the front of him, the blue projection of a planet rotating around itself. Two smaller moons accompany its course.

"Cevarya," Obi-Wan reads out loud as letters appear next to it. "It is in the outer rim, apparently," he continues as more information pops up. "Looks interesting."

"We figured you would say that." Mace Windu answers, his face illuminated by the blue light. "It is a peculiar situation indeed on this planet. Cevarya has never been much of a world to be in close contact with the republic, but its loyalty has officially always been with us. Cevarya's rulers are from great concern-"

"Excuse me, but rulers?" Obi-Wan interferes.

"Yes, rulers. Cevarya is ruled by a council of six who hold all the power. And this council is concerned because recently there has been tumult, there are growring riots demanding cevarya to join the seperatists – and those riots threaten to turn into a rebellion."

Obi-Wan raises his brow. Surely riots are nothing the council usually is concerned with - in these times of war they have become commonplace , but Mace Windu continues quietly: "Cevarya is from great importance for us."

The image changes again, showing the planet from greater distance and surrounded by sapphire-colored lines. Hyperlanes.

"Cevarya's strategically important position and its great resources make it extremely valuable for us and the seperatists. Whoever controls this planet and the hyperlanes controls large parts of the outer rim with it."

"By who this planet is controlled might have a significant impact of the course of the clone wars in these parts of the rim," Shaak Ti speaks up.

"For the seperatists, a great advantage it would be," Yoda folds his hands in his lap. "An outpost build there they would. And forget the numerous spaceports, ships and especially the resources on Cevarya we can't."

"But now to the real reason we send you there," Mace Windu changes the projection again and red lines appear in the space around cevarya. "In the past weeks we were able to track multiple separatist shipments to Cevarya's capital. So we can actually be positive that there might be someone who is already cooperating with the seperatists – secretly, for now."

"As Cevarya is still officially a part of the republic we have every right to think that something is not going by the rules there. So we want you to find that person and stop it before we lose Cevarya to the seperatists." Shaak Ti's dark eyes shimmer with concern as she turns her majestic red and white striped head towards him.

"To Cevarya you must go." Yoda's dark eyes are concerned. "See through the scheme and the person responsible you must find, the traitor hidden by lies. Lose another world to the seperatists we cant."

Mace Windu shifts his leg. "Officially you will go to observe the riots and protect the members of the council, maybe even to ensure its loyalty to the republic. But your main task is to take a closer look at cevarya's court and find the person responsible."

"I will." Obi-Wan nods and the matter is sealed.

"May the force be with you, my friend."

𝕿𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗡 savior and traitor is thin, but so is the line between rational and irrational thinking, between emotion and logic – especially on a place like Cevarya, where the borders between black and white are blurry, leaving the world in misty grey: hard to penetrate and concealing what we want to know most.

And if one is to say that all these people are just figures in a play that has repeated itself in the galaxy about million times and whose outcome is already set in starry constellations, this person would be wrong: they have dreams, these people, dreams that are hidden deep beneath their surface, and wishes that might still be pure.

Because nothing is at it seems.

And the skies can change; nothing is set.

The outcome of this play is still undetermined and it depends on them: jedi and politician, Neira and Obi-Wan. He moves clone troops on the republic's battlefield, she moves chessfigures on the board with great precision. Obi-Wan's lightsaber cuts through metal bodies while Neira's words tear opposing politicians apart. And when nobody looks, her hands tremble from nervousness while his shake from the fighting.

And when the evening comes he stands on a hill, looking over a battlefield: suns burn through ashen skies, smoke rises up to the grey clouds, metal and bodies piled up before him – he can still feel the metal taste of the blasterfire, the sound of explosions still rings in his ears.

Neira is on her balcony, cheeks hurting from a dinner filled with fake laughter. She hears distant music and the waves, she sees a peaceful town, but when she looks closer the riots of the day haven't fully settled yet – there are still groups of people gathered on the streets, there is a tension lying in the ait that tastes bitter on her tongue.

Both see the sky, one misty grey, with the stars struggling to shine through the smoky atmosphere, and one clear, in hues of indigo and purple against the white peaks of the mountains.

Both see the sky and neither dare to dream...yet. Because however different they might seem, they have one thing in common: they are both bound by rules that are not their own.

And so the stars might shift to their fortune – if they are brave enough.

✧･ﾟ:* 𝕬𝘜𝘛𝘏𝘖𝘙'𝘚 𝘕𝘖𝘛𝘌 *:･ﾟ✧

OBI WAN IS HERE LETS GOOOO

idk i feel he is SUCH A HARD CHARACTER TO WRITE 😤 but at the same time it's kinda easy to try n get in his head until IT ISNT?! but yeah he is just a good soft boi

oops poor boi isn't ready for what's awaitening him in cevarya lmaoooo

anyways what do you think? 💗

im kinda excited to really get all the plot n shit started now and next chapter will clear things up a bit more...or not hehe

anyways SEE U NEXT TIMEEE

ALSO SEXCY SEXCY NEW STORY SIGN OFF GIF MADE BY THE MOST AMAZING -PsychoWxrrior