MythicalRelics – Y’know, I almost pity the Council. Obi-wan and Anakin have just taken their nice, comfortable worldview and shaken it like a toddler shakes a snowglobe. At least a couple of them are probably having a BSOD moment right about now. XD If it’s not too much trouble (and the muses cooperate), could we get a bit of Mace’s perspective on this mess?

Its not that he doesn’t believe.

Actually, in all honesty, Mace quite easily believes young Kenobi and his words, doesn’t really need Plo to confirm the man’s mental states all that much.

There has always been something different and strange about him, even for a Jedi.

Something that had been tucked away as he grew older, as if he learned to control it but Mace remembers a young redhead that smiled a bit too widely, remembered glowing eyes in the dark and something a bit too knowing in a too young face.

But its still a hard pill to swallow, especially seeing how much power the boy has over Kenobi.

There is much danger in the boy, untrained he’s still powerful, trained he will know how to conduct that power.

So many shatterpoints.

There is power with becoming a Jedi.

Power that goes to some people’s head, its why one of the reasons they take only young people due to teaching them the dangers of abusing such powers.

He knows they are not the only one to take their members on young, several other Force organizations do so too, though many view the Jedi as baby snatchers.

There is after all a reason they do not go to Bardotta.

That is neither here nor there in the current situation.

What matters right now is a young boy with eyes that are far too powerful and a smile too full of teeth, the smell of ozone in the air around him as power practically crackles and the sight of Kenobi on his knees, his own teeth hidden and his eyes glowing faintly.

He’s not sure what the rest of the council is thinking, but he knows what he is as he stands and moves in front of the boy, staring down into blue eyes.

The whispers of how dangerous a path this is, is clear to Mace, how much this boy could damage not only Kenobi but the order.

And yet…

Slowly, Mace knelt down, ignoring Kenobi for now as he trusted Qui-Gon to at least take care of his padawan for now. Instead he offered his own hand to the boy. “Anakin Skywalker, I offer you a place as my padawan,” He stated, ignoring the murmurs behind him and the sound of Depa standing. He was fully focused on the power of those two blue, glowing eyes. “It will not be an easy path if you accept, there will be sacrifices for the future that you do not understand now. But if you accept, I will train you and if you choose to leave, I will guide you to a new path if so desired. But this is your only chance to accept me as your teacher or leave the temple for another path.” He stated sternly.

He left the decision in the boys hands.

Whatever happened here, whatever else, the boy would know that he choose the Jedi order.

Mace had offered him chances.

The chance to say no and go another way, the chance to say yes and decide later on that he wanted to leave with the blessing of the Jedi council or stay, become one of them.

But regardless, Mace offered this former slave child with too much power and too much strength the power to choose.

And maybe, for all that he had the power that practically lived beneath his skin, maybe no one had ever given Anakin Skywalker a choice before.

Because the boy was staring at him with suddenly wide and vulnerable eyes.

Slowly, ever so achingly slow, Anakin Skywalker put his hand into Mace Windu’s, staring at him searchingly.

Whatever he saw, whatever he was looking for, the Tatooine native found it in the Korun’s eyes because he tightened his grip Mace large hand and stepped closer, moving away from Kenobi, who let out a shuddering breath of relief at the distance. “Please, train me.” Anakin stated, almost a tad shyly.

Tightening his grip on the boy’s hand, Mace smiled slightly. “Then welcome to my lineage, padawan Skywalker.” He stated quietly, feeling several shatterpoints suddenly close and die while others opened up, far into the future.

Snails are Free – So Palpatine, like the Elder Slug on the towers, is too much concentrated *other* in one place for poor Obi to handle. Hm. Is this because Palpatine is dark, or is he really just that powerful? How would Obi-wan react to seeing the dark-side version of the slugs? (Which, let’s be honest, are probably leeches or something.) For that matter, how would Anakin react to finding a dark!slug in the temple or with a jedi?

Watching Obi-Wan sleep, Anakin let out a deep sigh as he slumped back
in the uncomfortable Hall chair, feeling like the plastic was trying
to chaff his arse.

‘In
retrospect, asking Obi-Wan to come with me to see the Chancellor was
a bad idea…’ Anakin thought glumly to himself as he stared at his
pale looking master, the white wrapped around him from the crisp
sheets and the walls doing nothing to improve his complexion.

Taking
Obi-Wan with him to the Senate had sounded like such a great idea,
Anakin didn’t like leaving Obi-Wan alone in the temple anymore
unless he had to, just in case his master saw the other world when
Anakin wasn’t there to help him.

Because
Force knew that Obi-Wan didn’t ask anyone else for help.

Not
that he really asked Anakin for help either but Anakin had a clue in
with their bond at least so he could tell when something was going on
with Obi-Wan.

And
Obi-Wan, a tiny bit reluctant, had given in to Anakin when he had
pouted long enough as long as it was alright with the Chancellor!

And it
was!

It was
just tea after all.

And
then Obi-Wan had gone down like a lead balloon, hitting the floor so
fast that Anakin couldn’t even catch him, blood oozing from his
nose as Anakin yelped in panic and Palpatine stood from his desk in
surprise.

Where
the golden and red fan Anakin had used to wave air in Obi-Wan’s
face had come from, he wasn’t sure, just that it had been handed to
him after he got the other Jedi’s head into his lap and was
uselessly using his hand to try and get Obi-Wan to wake up.

Alright,
not his best moment but he was sort of panicking.

And
then Obi-Wan had sort of woken up and, oh boy, that was something.

The
way Obi-Wan had just blinked dazedly up at him with all three eyes,
the large middle one included before he very loudly thought about
Anakin and his… ahem, thunder thighs.

Pausing
a bit, Anakin glanced down uncertainly down at his thighs.

They
weren’t really thunder thighs…were they?

Sure,
a bit on the muscled size but…

Hmm…
well according to his master, that was a goo-oh Force!

Anakin
covered his face with a muted groan.

He
needed to stop thinking about that comment and the rest of what
Obi-Wan had said because it was really messing with his head.

Instead
he turned his head to what in the world made Obi-Wan pass out and
made his brain bleed because that was alarming. ‘Did he see
the giant slug all the way from the Chancellor’s window maybe? But
that’s so far away. Obi-Wan has been able to look at the fucker
from a distance, it’s up close it gets awful. Was there something
else there?’ Anakin puzzled, frowning into his hands.

A
small shift and a groan made him drag his hands away from his face,
sitting up abruptly as he focused on Obi-Wan, the man twitching and
shifting on the be until he opened his eyes and blinked at the
ceiling, visibly confused before he turned his head to blink at
Anakin. “Master?” He murmured cautiously, feeling the pulse of
pain in their bond.

()()()

“Master?”

Staring
at his padawan, Obi-Wan smacked his lips together as a rip roaring
headache continued pounding in his head. “Anakin, what…
happened?” He mumbled, confused as to how he had landed in the
Halls now.

And he
knew he was in the Halls.

The
scent and look of the Halls of Healing was unmistakable and Obi-Wan
despised being here, so he would like to leave thank you very
much.

“You
collapsed master,” Anakin stood, reaching for a cup with blessed
ice chips in it that he started feeding Obi-Wan. “What do you
remember?” The blond asked worriedly.

Blinking
slowly, sucking on two ice chips so they melted and he could swallow
them greedily, Obi-Wan frowned slightly. “We were… waiting to be
let into the Chancellor’s office?” He strained his memory only
for the next part to come up blank as he blinked at Anakin.

Then
he paused, slowly raising his hand to cover his left eye and then
covering his right one as Anakin watched him in bemusement.

The
issue was that Obi-Wan could still see his padawan as he
stared at Obi-Wan. “…Master?” Anakin finally questioned,
frowning. “Are you alright? Are you having a visio-”

“Anakin,
I can see you with my eye.” Obi-Wan rasped out, blinking his
third eye slowly and steadily, focused on his padawan as the other
sat heavily down in the chair behind him, his blue, human eyes wide.