Once, when you had been a padawan for only a few weeks, you met Anakin Skywalker.
Master Bant and Obi-Wan Kenobi had been friends during their initiate years–which, for Jedi, is the closest thing to siblings you will ever have. Or, at least, you always believed so.
And if Master Bant and Obi-Wan had been almost siblings, then in a way that made you and Anakin Skywalker cousins.
Back then, that had been something to be delighted by, to be proud of. You and the Hero With No Fear the same, almost, connected: like maybe one day you could be a Jedi just as great.
When you met him–them, really, the Negotiator and the Hero With No Fear always side by side–you had been shy. You could barely say a word, had all but hidden behind Master Bant’s robes, face aflame.
But they both had spoken to you–actually to you, not just an extension of your master–and had congratulated you on becoming a padawan.
And you thought, then, that maybe you were looking at a reflection of what you and Master Bant would be someday:
Heroes, together, saving the galaxy.
Of course, that’s not how it turned out.
Not for any of you.
The second time you meet Obi-Wan Kenobi, he is going by Ben and calmly sitting in one of T&I’s interrogation rooms.
He knows you’re there as soon you walk in, two way mirror hardly a barrier for the Force, but he politely continues his conversation and his tea with Seki Hijiri.
They didn’t call him The Negotiator for nothing.
You say as much to Ibiki. Also, “I thought he was dead.”
Ibiki would never do something as overt as raise an eyebrow at you, only because he knows you can read him as well as he can read you and you can sense his curiosity emanating the way others can feel his killing intent.
“He probably thought the same of me,” you add, because why just hand Ibiki the answer when it’s more fun to give him clues and let him work it out himself.
Ibiki hums, offers his own information, quid pro quo as per usual, “We found him with two odd metal puppets and three other… men.”
“You sound confused about that, Ibiki.”
Ibiki mutters, “Some kind of blood limit, probably.”
You pause, considering, “Big or small?”
“Big and… furred.”
Wookies? Konoha is out of its depth here.
“I should probably take point on this one.”
The second time you meet Obi-Wan Kenobi, he is an old sand-weathered man with a life of regrets and you are far from the child who hid behind her master’s robes.
But he is still a master Jedi, strong in the Force, and you’re beginning to remember how it feels not to be alone.
He is, after all, one of the closest things to family from your past you have left.
You only met Anakin Skywalker once.
But one day–you know this with a wave of dread and such utter certainty that it can only be true, a warning from the Force, a premonition–you’ll meet Darth Vader, too.
A/N: Small installment which took me a while because I wasn’t sure which route to take for this series and whether or not I wanted to derail Episodes IV-VI or move alongside them.
I guess I’m going with the derailing route.