Mind Doodling

March 19, 2008

The first of Tatooine's two suns--Tattoo I--rose above the horizon. Obi Wan Kenobi, shaking off sleep, climbed the steps out of his desert house, stood on the hard, dry sand and faced the golden orb. Closing his eyes, he reached out for the Force, searching, as he had for the last two years, for signs--any signs--of other Jedi in the galaxy.

He was careful how he did this. Palpatine had not ended his search for Master Yoda and Kenobi and any other stragglers of the Jedi Knights who might have survived his purge. Palpatine's apprentice...

Obi Wan's concentration faltered, his emotions welling up at the thought of Anakin Skywalker's turn to the dark side.

Almost a whisper in his head, he thought he heard Master Yoda say, "Time, it is, in all things, time and patience. Wider and greater things are there, Master Kenobi."

With a sigh, Obi Wan returned his thoughts to the Living Force, reaching out, as Master Yoda had instructed him to do. In two years, all he had gathered were hints and a great sense of shame and failure. Sometimes he thought he sensed things, but mostly not. Now, he sensed a great blackness--Palpatine and Darth Vader--far off. He always did. They dominated the Force. But...

He opened his eyes. Danger. Great danger. Here. On Tatooine. 

There was great danger to the two-year-old Luke Skywalker, now living with the people he would think of as an aunt an uncle. 

Obi Wan collected his kit and enough water to travel to Mos Eisley. Trouble was coming.

Cheers,

Mark Terry