(I got an overactive mind and you all get this)
Amber
and red ringed eyes flickered
over the crowded
dining hall,
the young Initiate scanned the crowds for potential masters as
both young and old mingled during meal time even if they had their
own assigned tables and didn’t mix all that much.
Obi-Wan
was by no means a weak prospect for a master to guide but neither was
he exceptional in
the eyes of most Sith.
Just one of hundreds of younglings around his age or a bit older who
lacked a master to take them on and teach them.
That
was not to say that Obi-Wan was without prospects of course, he
had won too many a training duel and was too strong in the Force to
be utterly without prospects.
He
knew at least two interested Inquisitors who would take him on…
Bah,
inquisitors. His
lip unconsciously curled into a sneer at the thought.
If
he took that offer,
he would become one and never rise to the rank of Darth, always be
looked at from the corner of the upper Sith’s echelons eyes and
dismissed for power and opportunity and
looked down on by everyone else.
And
if Obi-Wan was honest with at least himself, he wouldn’t settle for
just anyone.
No…
His
master was not going to be just another face in a crowd of Sith, just
another red blade among the crowd.
His
master was going to be someone worth Obi-Wan’s devotion and not
just a teacher to guide him through a lackluster apprenticeship.
The
issue to that was that any Sith worth their salt at the moment was
already engaged with a padawan or did not want anymore as they
already had a legacy. ‘But if I were to get rid of the legacy…’
Obi-Wan had weighed his options carefully for
several weeks.
The
audacity to get rid of an older Sith and expose the weakness of
someone would gain him better than getting rid of an ongoing
apprentice and may actually endear him to his future master. Only
time would tell but it would give him an in if he choose carefully.
He
had already put aside both Windu and Nu, neither would take well to
Obi-Wan getting rid of their previous apprentices even if they fit
the criteria of what Obi-Wan wanted.
But
time was running short, he would turn fourteen
soon and it would be too late, he’d be sent away to some mercenary
company soon to be trained as a foot soldier and that was the last
thing he w-
A
ripple in the Force caught his attention, Obi-Wan’s head snapping
to the left with a crack that had another Initiate wincing at the
sound before glaring balefully at Obi-Wan.
He
didn’t notice, busy following the ripple.
There.
An
overly tall human speaking with Yoda and Obi-Wan felt excitement
slither into his veins, a
giddy sort of insanity as Qui-Gon Jinn filled every criteria Obi-Wan
had for a future master. Power, poise, Force beauty, handsome enough
in Obi-Wan’s eyes, physical strength and reputation…
And
the legacy….
Obi-Wan
slowly turned his head to the left, finding the black head of a cocky
looking raven with an arrogant smirk upon his face, a circular scar
resting beneath an eye.
‘Revenge.’
The Force hissed, the snake below his skin writhe and coiling in
preparation of attack. ‘Steady,’ He whispered back, eyes turning
a deeper red than amber and scaring a few of his age mates away from
him as he kept his eye on Du Crion. ‘Soon enough. Soon.’ He
promised himself and the snake, who reluctantly stilled.
Baring
his teeth in a predatory smile, Obi-Wan speared the meat on his plate
and bit into it, various ideas slipping through his mind.
Oh
yes, Obi-Wan knew what he wanted and he intended to have it, all he
had to do was kill Du Crion in a manner that would impress the Sith
lord he intended to have for his master and with the Force at his
aid?
Obi-Wan
was sure he would get exactly what he wanted.
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