&*– kenobic 

               his hood flaps as the wind howls against his back, the cool night
               breeze silencing his foot steps as he walks away from his new
               master. the orders were clear, and he was to be the one to carry
               them out. it was his duty to protect the galaxy; to bring peace and
               democracy back from those that had stolen it: the jedi. he had been
               a fool to give into the jedi, a fool to serve them and call one master.
               he’d known their ways since his days in tattooine – and then watched
               as they tried to take over the galaxy for themselves.
                                                  ( disgusting betrayal. )
               why of course he had been swayed by their ways, their teachings.
               he had trusted them, and for what? to be ridiculed, not taken seriously?
               lied to? he was better than they thought. he’d do what they failed to.

                         anakin’s blue eyes are beginning to change ever
                         so slightly, his allowance of the dark side to engulf
                         his being has taken a toll already – though he cannot
                         escape. and why would he? he must do what is right
                         for the galaxy, and he must do what is needed for padme.
                         saber tucked into his ebony cloak, && determination
                         flowing through his body like electricity – he knows he’s
                         ready. it was time to take a visit to the jedi temple.