Disclaimer: Nope, not mine at all…nothing belongs to me, heck not even the plot does.
Summary: AU: The Sith are slowly taking over the Republic, their teachings becoming stronger and stronger, influencing the Emperor and threatening to become the death of all Jedi. A group of Jedi, the last of their kind revolt against them, fighting to retain what is theirs, their teachings and way of life. Obi-Wan, a mercenary for hire is given a job by the Sith to train and lead their army against the Jedi, to kill the leader of the Jedi, Qui-Gon Jinn.
But what happens if not everything goes exactly to plan and the young mercenary finds himself at the mercy of these people…these, Jedi?
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Large dark shapes, their lightsabers humming with each swing, surrounded the large white Kath hound. The Kath hound however, does not give up without a fight. It's eyes burned bright as it lunged at one attacker, clawing at another. Suddenly, the magnificent beast leaped over them all and burst into flames.
Qui-Gon Jinn opened his eyes slowly, troubled by the vision, message, that he had just received from the Force.
What did it mean?
He closed his eyes and resumed his meditation. Perhaps the answer would come to him in time, but for now, he had to train.
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"And now Ladies and Gentlemen, aliens and friends." The Cantina manager announced proudly. "He has taken many lives, single handedly destroyed almost all of the savage Wookie beasts that plagued our lands, driving them back to their planet…"
The Cantina manager paused for a moment, letting the excitement in his customers rise before he continued his routinely speech, promoting his star attraction. "May I present to you, Obi-Wan Kenobi! The renowned captain, leader and heartless mercenary!"
The crowd roared with cheers and shouts of applause, filling one of Watto's hearts with happiness. If paying customers liked this, it meant that they would be back, and if they were back, it meant more business for him, more…credits.
Seconds passed and slowly, the noise died down and the previously roaring crowd became still.
"Blast it!" The Toydarian thought. "Where can that son of a Sith be?"
He had to do something, and he had to do something fast. He could tell that the crowd was becoming restless.
He chuckled nervously as someone in the crowd coughed, the sound magnified a thousand times in the silent room.
"Well, umm, ok then. One more time shall we?" He chuckled uneasily, hoping his main attraction would pop out in the next few seconds. "Obi…Wan…Kenobi!"
Still there was nothing.
A couple of the spectators began to leave.
He laughed loudly, trying his best to cover up his discomfort.
He failed, miserably.
"Heh…One moment please." He said shakily. He literally flew off the stage and headed in the direction towards the back.
He was going to kill that man…
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Obi-Wan Kenobi looked at the ceiling pondering what there was in life.
How, of all places,had he ended up here?
He sighed.
Groaning, he turned his head towards the door just in time to see a very mad Watto burst into the room, gliding towards him.
"What are you doing?" He exclaimed frantically, practically yelling at him. "Get your blaster and get out there!"
Obi-Wan did nothing in response. He simply stared the greedy manager in the eye, half dazed. Watto pulled him up to his feet and brushed away the dirt and scum on the once proud mercenary's armor.
After checking him over again, he steered Obi-Wan towards the stage. "You better not mess up, here's your thirty credits." He said, handing the inebriated man his pay.
Obi-Wan accepted his pay and headed towards the stage, wobbling.
He stumbled a bit, trying to get his footing.
However, before faster then Watto could say 'Your fired Kenobi,' Obi-Wan was lying on the ground, face down…
Drunk.
Watto was furious. This was the fifth time that this had happened and he had had enough.
He rushed over to the fallen soldier and roughly picked him up, shaking him. "You go out there now!"
Obi-Wan mumbled something unintelligible, even to Watto and walked towards the stage where, if Watto was lucky, a crowd was still waiting.
"Oh by the way," Watto called out to him. "Don't bother coming back Kenobi."
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Obi-Wan stumbled up the steps of the stage and began to speak.
"My...thanks to Watto…" He sighed. "You're, too kind…"
He looked over his shoulder, towards the hot-tempered Toydarian and smirked. "Bastard…" He muttered under his breath.
Turning his attention back to his audience, he looked down at the Mandalorian blaster rifle in his hands, his most prized possession. "This, my friends, is my weapon of choice, the weapon that has taken more then a thousand lives…"
He looked into the crowd, unable to distinguish one from another, too drunk and exhausted to care.
He continued speaking, trying to make out the words on the small datapad that was before him. "It was a long and dark battle for us…"
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Boba Fett was disgusted at the state his friend was in.
The once great Obi-Wan Kenobi now reduced to a simple cantina attraction for Off-worlders? Working for a greedy Toydarian?
He sighed as he turned his attention back to his old friend's 'performance.'
He smiled behind his armor and mask.
It was just in time to see the drunken 'performer' aim his rifle at the Toydarian, scaring the beast half to death.
He couldn't help but smirk. Same old Kenobi…
He watched with great interest as his old friend quickly turned his aim away from the shaking Cantina manager and took three shots, all aimed at the lights hanging off the ceiling and all with the same deadly skill and precision he always had with the rifle, rock and debris came tumbling down at the panicked crowd below.
He shook his head.
Obi-Wan was always dangerous when he was drunk, never would know what he was going to do.
No more Tarisian ale for you Kenobi…
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The crowd became silent, somewhat scared of the obviously unstable man before them.
But he wasn't scared, just amused at how his once proud and honorable friend became so pathetic. He simply leaned into his seat from where he sat, intrigued by his actions, wondering what that crazy man would do next.
Obi-Wan looked at the silent crowd then gave a quick glance behind him. After eying the now furious Watto he decided, even in his drunken state, that he was done. Slowly, he walked towards the steps off the stage, leaving a few words for the crowd.
"I thank you all for coming here, it certainly was a pleasure speaking to all of you and telling you all of my greatest conquers and achievements." He addressed the crowd sarcastically. "The great Watto will be here for any questions…"
He pointed to Watto, who by now was glaring at him, his eyes were filled with unspeakable rage and anger.
But Obi-Wan didn't care. Let the Toydarian glare at him to death, he wasn't ever coming back to this Sith-spit establishment even if he was going to die.
Giving a small bow, he took his first step down the stage, before tripping and stumbling down the steps, too drunk to notice to what he was doing.
Boba Fett did nothing but shake his head with disgust as he watched his old friend finally made it out of the Cantina, knocking over many bystanders and things as he stumbled through the streets, no doubt heading off somewhere to get even drunker than he already was…
He stood up from his seat and paid the few credits that his drink had cost.
It'd be best to follow him I suppose. Can't have him lying in the streets, dead, after being hit by a speeder before I'm able to offer him the job…
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So, how was it?
This idea just popped into my mind after watching 'The Last Samurai' and 'Star Wars Ep. 1 and 2'
I started comparing Obi-Wan to Nathan Algren, and this story was born.
I thought it'd be fun to see how the movie (Last Samurai) would have been like if it had been 'Star Wars' instead.
So, should I just kill it right now that I've had my fun? lol
Please Review and tell me what you thought :)
That's it for now, until next time…